#do u understand how utterly terrified of this i am

[unimportantweirdo]

i made a meme

[jumexju]

AFTERMATH

Pairing !! : Asa Mitaka / Reader

Fic Type !! : Queerplatonic / One-Shot / Reverse Comfort

CW !! : Allusions to SA, Traumatic Flashbacks, Implied AsaDen

Summary !! : You comfort Asa after the events of ch. 167.

Note !! : I'm writing a Denji Comfort fic too bcs i feel bad for the only hetero ship I was rooting for, screw u fujim*to

✦ MASTERLIST

The walls were closing in on her, that’s what it felt like. 

Her world went dark and all she could feel was her bones turn to ice. She couldn’t move. Her body betrayed her, doing things she would never dream of doing. Ever. One blink and she could see the horrid scene in front of her again.. And again.. And again. She could hear the screams resounding within her own mind, pleas to stop it from happening, from continuing. She felt violated. She felt guilty. She felt so utterly.. Alone. 

Asa flinched when she felt your fingers tuck a few stray strands of her hair behind her ear. You caressed her cheek, holding her close to you as she rested her head on your chest. “You’re safe, you don’t need to worry,” you tried to soothe her worries with your soft words. But Asa was still shaken after the whole ordeal, after what Yoru did. 

You didn’t expect to find Asa at your door during the wee hours of the morning, but when she showed up with tear stains on her cheeks and wore a terrified expression, you couldn’t just look away from it and turn your back on her. She was someone you were close with and if she needed you, you’d be there for her. You’d told her so after 3 years of the friendship. Asa awakened a passion in you that wasn’t inherently romantic, but it wasn’t strictly platonic either. Asa however, did not mind the emotional intimacy. She quite liked having someone to talk to, someone that made her feel seen. 

For her, you were that ‘someone’. 

Asa wouldn’t tell you what happened to her that would put her in such a panicked state, but that was fine with you. She would tell you on her own time, you were only glad that she came to you when she needed help. “I’m probably bothering you..” Asa spoke, her voice was drastically different from how it usually was. Her voice sounded worn and was awfully quiet — a stark difference to the calm tone you were used to. 

“No, Asa,” You ran your fingers through her long black hair, lightly scratching her scalp in an attempt to comfort her, “I promise you’re not. I told you to come to me if you ever needed me, remember?” Asa only closed her eyes in response, sighing and nuzzling further into your shirt. You smiled warmly, content that she was feeling at least a little better from before. Asa didn’t say anything in response, but she didn’t need to. Her actions almost always spoke for her. 

“.. I feel hurt because of..” Asa trailed off, not feeling quite ready to tell you what had happened between her and Denji. “-But I also feel.. Guilty for it..? Am I to blame..?” She seemed to be asking these questions to herself, but you couldn’t help your urge to chime in and tell her that whatever it was, she definitely hadn’t been the cause of it. 

“You’re valid in feeling hurt.” Your words were soft. Asa only looked down at her lap. “Asa, I’ve known you since freshman year — you’re not the type of person to do things without reason. Whatever it was that you did, just know that I'd still support you no matter what.” Your words calmed Asa’s fears down. She was afraid of what Denji thought about her, now that Yoru had done what she did. She quite liked having Denji around her and after this, she wondered.. Would they ever be able to go back to how things once were? Surely not.. 

“I think I messed things up with him..” Asa muttered.

“The annoying blonde kid?” You looked down at her with a half smile. 

“Denji.” 

“Right, Denji..” You chuckled, “Look, Asa. I may not be a dating expert or whatever — But whatever happened between you two, I believe that you two should talk about it and try to understand one another.” You kept petting her hair, the black strands feeling soft and smooth in between your fingers. “Denji, from what you’ve told me, doesn’t seem like the type of guy to leave you just because you mess up once.” 

“If you knew what I did, you wouldn’t be saying that..” 

“Even if I did, people have the capacity to grow and learn from their mistakes. If you feel guilty then you probably didn’t mean to do what you did.” you reasoned. 

“I really didn’t..” Asa’s eyes began to water up, flashbacks of the incident popping back up in her mind like film strips of an old movie. 

“See?” You wiped the tears from her eyes. “You’re not a bad person, Asa.” 

She only cried more once you said this, but you didn’t falter. You held her in your arms as if wishing to protect her from anything that could hurt her. 

“You’ll be alright, Asa. Maybe not right now.. Maybe not tomorrow, But you’ll be alright. I’m with you, okay?” She looked up at you, tears staining her cheeks again for the nth time tonight. Her eyes seemed hopeless and distressed when she first came to you. But now.. Her eyes had a sliver of hope in them. 

“..Okay.” 

🕸️ TAGGED !! : @modyuki

[crimeronan]

For your princess Luz AU, I hope it’s okay if I ask you two things!!

I’ve been curious on which role, if any, the collector would play here. Imo I’d guess Belos got rid of him (probably yeeted him off a cliff too) pretty much immediately after he decided not to go through with the day of unity but like, would Luz ever stumble upon him? And as a child agent of chaos who’s probably also genuinely mad at Belos, might jump at the opportunity to help Luz dismantle the empire in every way possible. But he’s also a GOD and extremely powerful and someone Belos used so what in the world would the collector make of her, and her of him?

Also, another question, going with Lumity as endgame, how would you see Amity growing closer to Luz knowing she never went through the canon character development? Like, that girl is utterly traumatized and wants NOTHING to do with Luz’s convoluted political shenanigans ™ which kind of just means anything related to her personal life (empress life amiright fellas). And, she’s also unwillingly getting involved BECAUSE she’s like no pls leave me alone and Luz’s like omfg she’s trustworthy and honest and someone my age who isn’t Hunter???? While Amity just wants to stick to Lilith and get maybe one or two motherly smiles. And Luz opening up to Amity by throwing random things out in the open or starting a conversation sometimes would just freak her out more, in a NO STOP way. Would it come through Lilith then? Maybe through Lilith talking to Amity about the Eda/Luz interactions?? I can’t wrap my head around how the heck these two will eventually grow closer and I LOVE IT

GOD these are SUCH GOOD QUESTIONS. both of which deserve full-length fic but since i'm never sure how much energy or inspiration i'll have, i will tell u what i know for now!

the collector actually played a role in my original outline for the luz POV fic -- in that storyline, he was the one who told luz that the grimwalkers don't "break" by themselves, that belos just gets mad and breaks them himself and then fixes them. because the collector does not understand that all of the grimwalkers are different. i ended up scrapping that because i wanted to play more with the horror of luz's growing isolation & her putting two-and-two together herself... i had an ao3 commenter suggest that maybe belos never FOUND the collector in this timeline, since elsewhere and elsewhen couldn't have happened. i definitely haven't thought about a branched-off no-time-travel canon divergence to worldbuild properly around that, but it's a possibility. at the same time i AM compelled by luz meeting the collector and having this extremely complicated "to free or not to free" dilemma -- if i bring him into the storyline, i want to be able to do him justice, you know?

as for amity.... god i'd need to write a Much slower-burn fic to work out the precise details of exactly how and why and when amity starts warming up to luz. but i think you're spot-on in that it happens through other people more often than through luz herself. i'm really compelled by the concept of amity and luz having this complex mutual attraction and these complex shared secrets and messy power dynamics prior to luz being able to cede more of her power.... there's something SO delicious to me about amity being terrified of catching luz's attention while also wanting her while also having no idea what that means, and luz being so careful about not abusing her power and so sick with guilt and so worried that she's overstepping while also being so starved for any honest connection..... whuff.

i don't think that amity will Eternally be as mistrustful of luz as she is in the immediate aftermath of belos's death. she has a lot going on stress-wise and has funneled that into projecting ill intent & danger onto luz. as time goes by and she becomes more confident that lilith is safe and that luz herself actually intends to keep her promises, and that luz really Doesn't have any interest in framing amity or ruining her life.... there'll be more of a sense of understanding. granted, still with the trappings of the political situation, amity's worries about autonomy aren't going away anytime soon & neither are luz's worries about abusing her power. but it won't always be this Fraught, if that makes sense.

in addition to taking cues from lilith, i think the other biggest factor is actually hunter. amity TRULY believes at this point that she doesn't care about him, because he's mostly just been a nightmare pain in her ass, but like.... she does. she Really does. around 80% of her fear of luz is wrapped up in what she sees in hunter and how she thinks he's being hurt/mistreated/exploited. amity has enough insight to guess that something is deeply wrong with hunter + with his relationship to luz, but she Doesn't have enough context to know WHY that is. it's way more belos's fault than it's ever been luz's. she doesn't understand that luz loves hunter for his own sake and considers him irreplaceable (she cannot stop assigning values to people based on power & assumes that everyone else does the same thing). so luz's anxiety and grief and clinginess read to her as possessiveness, control, entitlement.

i think that amity's view of luz will Drastically change once she realizes how genuinely luz loves hunter and wants him safe/happy/taken care of. that recontextualizes pretty much all of the scariest things that luz has ever done.

in the meantime, though, it's definitely in luz's best interests to back off. and i think that she does know that. she's not always great at reading social cues but she IS smart enough to figure out that amity is scared. when reassuring amity and extending an olive branch just makes amity shut down, luz will be like yeah, okay. i don't want to force you to spend time with me any more than i want to force hunter to spend time with me. you can hate me forever i'm fucked up and evil. just keep giving a shit about my hunter. ok??

[mysticprofessoralienhumanoid]

A Daminette Penpal AU - Continuation

Continuation  of this post

@ab-unreachablevoice @startouchedqueen1318 @lovemidnighteclipse12 you asked, I deliver.

Now, I want all of you to know this AU was made in a spur of moment. I’m totally winging it rn.

So obviously before the akuma class goes to Gotham, the months of texting have to have passed.

For Damian, those months are hell, because not only does he have to hear Jon’s gushing about his awesome penpal, but he has to endure Lila’s lies and her stories that keep only getting more ridiculous as the time passes too.

And it better be fucking worth it, because you have no idea how close he’s to flying to Paris and finally putting his assassin’s skills into use.

I mean, look at this!

Lila: HI Damian!!!! ❤💖💕💋💞

Damian, cringing at his phone: Yes?

Lila: How r u????

Damian, who absolutely hates when someone types like that: Have been better

Lila: Would u like to maybe video chat???? I could tell u about my trip to Achu !!!!!

Damian, a little shit™: Did “u” know that using more than three (3) exclamation (!) and question (?) marks means “u” may have a personality disorder? Maybe that’d explain the amount of lies “u” like to spew so much.

(Oof-)

[Message read. This user is offline.]

I’m convinced that if Damian knew how to use gifs, he would 100% use a lot, and I mean a lot, of cat gifs (honestly, animal gifs in general).

Lila: Hi Dami!!!! (She doesn’t learn, okay.)

Damian: I hope you can understand the message.

She can.

Lila: Hi dami. Can I call u Dami???

Damian: No.

Lila: I had so much fun this weekend Dami!!!! I went to Brazil Turns out Chris Pratt is filming a new movie there. Anyway, he recognized me and we started  talking. His so much fun!!!!!! 🥰🤩😍😍🎉🎉

Damian: Fascinating. Please do not  tell  me more.

Damian: And it’s “he’s”, not “his”.

Heh.

Lila: Hiii Damiii

Damian: I literally hate you so much-

[Message not sent]

Lila: Dami????

Lila: ....

Lila: Um, Damian? U there????

[Message not read]

You have no idea how, much fun making these is-

Oh, and imagine, just imagine, if Lila told him about situation in Paris.

Lila: Sorry for texting you so late, damiboo. Got caught up in an akuma attack.

Damian, who by now is replying just to humor her (plus his father forced him): A what?

And then Lila starts explaining the situation in Paris. Of course, she adds a few stories about how she was akumas’ target or how she helped Chat Noir (weirdly she doesn’t talk much about Ladybug). It’s that one of really rare times she’s not lying (well, not that much). And how Damian reacts to it?

Damian, Done with Lies™: Do you ever stop lying? Because this, all of this, is absolutely and utterly ridiculous.

Cue Lila wishing she didn’t bullshit as much as she did Damian was just a little more gullible

Anyway.

I don’t know if you remember, but in the first part I said Damian ditched Lila for Marinette (but let’s be honest, wouldn’t we all?).

To clear things up, I kinda wanted the GA students to accompany their penpals throughout their time at school. It’d be nice, right?

So the scene is:

The principal has just announced that GA students have to keep company their penpals while they’re at the GA establishment. Lila’s feeling victorious, this is her chance to get her claws in Damian and his money- I mean, to get to know her lovely penpal. Yeah...

Lila, walking up to Damian, while trying to appear sexy and shy at the same time, and failing at both: So, shall we?

Damian, ostentatiously glancing at her before going to Marinette: Bye

Now, to spice things up, I decided imma get them caught up in a rouge attack/attacked by a rouge.

So somewhere a week in their stay, akuma class is held hostage by one of the Gotham’s criminals.

Because this is Gotham, y’all. You can’t be in Gotham and NOT get attacked some way or another. It’s impossible.

[Choose your villain. I have badass Marinette though, so we all know the winner here]

The moment it starts, Damian slips away and changes into Robin.

Meanwhile:

The class is screaming and panicking.

Lila is probably in the middle of a panic attack.

Marinette’s assessing the situation before striking.

The moment Robin arrives, he gets to witness Marinette, the sweet cinnamon roll Marinette, kicking ass and taking names. Adorable. He thinks he’s in love (and he so is).

Bats come. And they’re met with the dude dealt with and trembling in fear of a petite girl with pigtails, who’s standing next to him and a lovestruck Robin staring at said girl.

A sight to behold, truly.

Also, what if Damian accidentally texts Lila instead of Marinette after the attack? And Lila is so happy, because she thinks her plan’s finally working. But ohoho, does Damian have surprise for her.

Damian: Are you sure you’re okay? The attack was really dangerous, You’re sure you’re fine?

Lila, thinking ‘yes, fucking finally. Almost thought you have no feelings’ : Oh, it was so scary !!!!!! 😱😰😨😨😨 [just hella lot of emojis. She seems like that kind to me] I was absolutely terrified!!!! I’m just glad that it’s all over. After the attack Robin came up to check up on me. He even flirted with me, i think he likes me... Too bad I already like someone else 😘😘😘😘😘😘

Lila: But don’t worry, dami!!!! I’m a little shaken up, but overall okay.  But if you want to we can facetime so you can make sure I’m not injured ;*

Damian, having to physically restrain himself fro throwing his phone against the wall: ...

Damian: Fuck.

Damian: Wrong number.

Lila: ಠ_ಠ

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And of course I’m involving Twitter. Who do you think I am?

At first it was one of of his siblings who posted a post about how he’s seething at his phone, probably his penpal texted him something again.

But do you seriously thing Damian would pass such an amazing opportunity?

Haha.

No.

He immediately posts his follow up and it goes downhill from here. He adds shit ton of tweets about her, making Lila famous (and she doesn’t even know she is).

People don’t know whom to pity more; Damian, for having a horrible and lying penpal, or said penpal, for having an enemy in the Ice Prince of Gotham?

The hashtags #IcePrince’sPenpal #PenpalNightmare #MenaceOfAPenpal are created and are trending every day.

Many say it’s the most active he’s ever been.

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Lila is not stupid in this, okay? A pathological liar and a manipulator, yes, but for that you need brain and she has one. Much to Damian’s surprise. And yeah, sometimes she lets her imagination get the best of her, but she’s cautious enough and has proof to often back her up. 

She knows she screwed up. Her penpal doesn’t believe her and isn’t scared to call her out.

Due to him bluntly uncovering her lies, some of the classmates see through the blinds she’d put on their eyes and get suspicious of her.

If you have mercy on them, make them come to Marinette and apologize.

...

Yeah, I’m not doing that.

The class sticks to Lila’s version of every story and they don’t believe Damian is THE Damian Wayne, even when a fricking limousine drives up to the school and a butler comes out of it.

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Random notes and ideas that don’t really have any sense or anything tbh, but I had them so there you go

About the attack, obviously the school has to inform the parents, right? But, if you're salty enough, you can, oh i don't know, make bustier and/or Damocles not inform them thus creating even more problems for them in the near future. (Yes, i hate bustier and damocles with passion, they’re enablers and Damocles is a gold digger tbh)

*

One day the french class is at a random restaurant (I’m honestly tempted to put them in Red Robin just for my own entertainment) when the Wayne brothers come in. They recognize them and Lila sees the opportunity, so she goes up to them.

Lila: Hiii Damiii!!!! [Yes, I know this is a real life conversation]

Damian, just done with her: Ugh, not you again.

Tim just kinda glances at her and decides she’s not worth his time.

Jason: What the fuck do you have on your head?

Dick: Oh, Damian, is this your crush or the penpal you despise so much?

Damian: The latter. And i do not have a crush

Lila, who totally stopped listening after she heard “crush”: That’s me!!!!

[Silence]

Damian: Marinette’s over there. Let’s go.

Lila:  ;_;

Yeah, it sucks to be Lila.

[I thought I posted this a month ago. I didn’t. What the hell]

[robininthelabyrinth]

An AU where NHS is the one JGY kills? How would NMJ react to this? Would he care about his morals in the wake of his little brother murder? Would he take JGY life as enough “justice” for his brother bc if u think about it the last time a sect killed one member of his family (the Wen) he was down to go to war and kill them all and that wasn’t someone he had swore to protect :)

Something, once shattered, could never be put together quite the same way as before; it was a truism as applicable to the soul and the heart as it was to objects. And when his brother was killed over a matter of politics, a stupid disagreement between sect leaders over a question of principle, Nie Mingjue’s heart shattered – and his convictions with it.

Wei Wuxian had once heard it said that one should fear most of all the patient man, a gentleman waiting ten years for vengeance; whoever had said that, he thought, had never met Nie Mingjue after he’d blackened. The man wasn’t patient in the slightest.

It hadn’t seemed so bad in the beginning. The man had brought his brother’s body to the Burial Mounds, the corpse curled in his arms like a child, and he had knelt before Wei Wuxian could stop him.

“You revived Wen Ning, even though he was a child of a Sect,” he said, and his eyes were like black coals, the fierce light that had once shined within them utterly extinguished. “Can you revive him, too?”

Wei Wuxian hesitated.

“I will not hold it against you if you can’t,” Nie Mingjue said. He should have been angry, Wei Wuxian would later remember thinking; Nie Mingjue was known for his anger, his rage – why wasn’t he angry? Why wasn’t he raging? It was only later that he realized that Nie Mingjue’s grief was so complete, so all-consuming, that it had pushed him somewhere beyond rage. “But I would ask that you try. In return, I will help you defend those you protect, now and going forward.”

That was a tempting offer. Wei Wuxian had been forced to split from the Jiang sect because they could not protect him; the Nie, on the other hand, were more established, stronger. If they survived this loss, they would be very good protection.

Still, Wei Wuxian wouldn’t sell a false bid of goods.

“He won’t come back to life,” Wei Wuxian said, coming forward to put a hand on Nie Huaisang’s chest. There was resentment there, not as much as Wen Ning, who had suffered so much and kept it all to himself, no, but enough. Whoever had killed him had been someone he had trusted, and he had died angry and betrayed – and no one did anger better than the Nie. It would probably be enough. “He’d still only be a corpse. You know that, right? Your sect above all others abhors the existence of evil –”

“I don’t care,” Nie Mingjue said. “It was my righteousness that failed him; I will not let it stop me again.”

“He wouldn’t be evil,” Wei Wuxian tried to explain. “Wen Ning isn’t evil. But he’d still be a corpse.”

“Even if he is evil, it doesn’t matter,” Nie Mingjue said. “I won’t be able to stop until I see him again.”

Wei Wuxian didn’t know what Nie Mingjue meant, and he was so uncomfortable with having the unbending, unyielding sect leader kneeling before him, begging him the way Wen Ruohan could have only dreamed of, that he doesn’t ask any more questions, merely agreed to give it his best effort.

He should have asked.

He should have –

He didn’t know what he should have done. At any rate, he would later learn that Nie Mingjue spoke the truth: he would not stop. He couldn’t stop.

He left his brother in Wei Wuxian’s care, and he returned to the Unclean Realm, and from there he set for to Lanling, to Koi Tower, where the people who had killed his brother lived. Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure what happened there, isolated from gossip as he was; by the time one of the Wens dared go down to the village and heard about it, everyone had universally started to refuse to talk about the entire event, naming it taboo.

Still, they heard enough.

Perhaps Jin Guangshan had hoped that his younger brother’s death would drive Nie Mingjue into a qi deviation, or perhaps he’d thought that Nie Mingjue would be so bound up in his belief in justice, his respect for etiquette and law, that he would not be able to respond in force. Perhaps he simply didn’t think it through at all.

He certainly didn’t think that Nie Mingjue would come to Lanling in the middle of the night, without warning nor declaration of war, and raze Koi Tower to the ground before half the cultivators of the Jin even knew what was happened. Who knew what salt was used to sow the fields, what monsters were willingly unleashed, but the entire city died almost overnight, the ground turned to ash, flames hot enough to melt gold rising up to the heavens with a roar like a dragon, the people was put to the sword – some people believed the children had been spared, others denied it. Nobody knew anything for sure.

They said Nie Mingjue was like a martial god, eyes indifferent even as he reaped life after life – Wen Ruohan had carefully cultivated his inner sect disciples from the most powerful he could find, and they almost all fell before Nie Mingjue’s blade; Jin Guangshan’s cultivators, who were selected on the basis of other considerations, didn’t stand a chance. There was no mercy, no humanity left; Nie Mingjue had left that all behind along with his righteousness, disregarded as useless and unimportant because it couldn’t even keep his brother safe – and Wei Wuxian thought of Jiang Cheng, thought of Jiang Yanli, and couldn’t say that he’d do it any differently.

Some people even said Nie Mingjue wielded demonic cultivation in his anger.

Wei Wuxian didn’t know if that was true.

He didn’t know how he’d feel if it was.

He didn’t know what to feel, when Jiang Cheng came to him – they’d broken all ties, not so long before, and so it was a surprise to see him.

“Did anyone see you –” he began.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Jiang Cheng said. His clothing was disorderly, his face unclean; he did not seem to be well. “Nothing does – the Jin sect is gone.”

Wei Wuxian felt fear for the first time. “But – shijie?”

“She’s safe,” Jiang Cheng said. “Jiang Ling, too; they’re at the Lotus Pier.”

“Jiang Ling?” Wei Wuxian echoed, eyebrows arching.

Jiang Cheng shrugged. “A surname is a small price to pay for life,” he said shortly, and that really said it all, didn’t it? “I don’t know what happened to the peacock, but I’m not holding my breath; rescuing shijie was already more than I expected…I’ve agreed not to interfere, in the future.”

“The future?” Wei Wuxian echoed. “What – what more is there? I thought the scheme was Jin Guangshan’s –”

“It was, but he wasn’t the only one who would benefit from it,” Jiang Cheng said. He ran his hands over his face. “The Jin were second only to the Wen when it came to the number of allied clans – anyone who had anything to do with it, even under suspicion, is considered guilty…I’ve all but given up our Jiang sect’s independence. If Nie Mingjue wants to wipe out one of the sects that answers to us, I won’t be able to stop him. My ancestors will be ashamed of me.”

“You did it for shijie.”

“I did it for all of us,” Jiang Cheng said. “I heard during the Sunshot Campaign that Wen Ruohan once sought an alliance with Nie Mingjue to dominate the rest of the world, which was rejected on account of what happened to the former Sect Leader – I believe it. I never thought it was true back then, but I believe it now. The masterless sabers –”

He shook his head, sealing his lips, and no matter what Wei Wuxian did, he couldn’t get another word out of him, just that ominous final phrase – the masterless sabers – how could a saber not have a master? A sword was only a spiritual weapon, guided by the cultivator that wielded it – even the Stygian Tiger Seal was only a tool.

“Why are you here, then?” Wei Wuxian finally asked.

Jiang Cheng looked at him as if he were stupid. “If I die, the Jiang Sect dies with me – where else would I be?” He saw that Wei Wuxian didn’t understand and snorted, shaking his head. “Didn’t Nie Mingjue promise you that those you protected would be kept safe? Well, here I am.”

Wei Wuxian licked suddenly dry lips. “Why would he kill you?”

“Because I would benefit,” Jiang Cheng said simply. “Whether or not I support what happened, I would benefit, a fellow sect leader…out of recognition for our former relationship, he told me that if I were here, I would live. The Lotus Pier won’t be touched. Besides, I’m here for another reason, on behalf of the cultivation world.”

“Oh? For what?”

“To get you to hurry up and bring Nie Huaisang back, of course. I don’t think anything short of that will make Nie Mingjue stop.”

I won’t be able to stop until I see him again.

“The process takes time,” Wei Wuxian protested. “Even though I have an idea of what to do, it’s not easy, it’s tricky –”

“I brought you help,” Jiang Cheng said shortly. He nodded down the mountain, where he’d left –

“That’s a small child,” Wei Wuxian said blankly.

“Somewhat undernourished,” Jiang Cheng conceded. “His name is Xue Yang; he’s a delinquent from Kuizhou, rather famous – well, infamous – for being pretty handy with demonic cultivation –”

“Jiang Cheng. That is a small child.”

“The Jin Sect took him in as a guest disciple –”

“Small! Child! How old is he, eight?”

“Twelve.”

“Jiang Cheng!”

“He’s pretty annoying, but he’ll shut up if you give him candy,” Jiang Cheng said. “I brought a bag. Now get back to fucking work before more people die.”

At first meeting, Xue Yang was a nasty little gremlin, full of spite and not a little bit of brilliance; it was extremely annoying how much it felt like looking into a slightly off-kilter mirror. He’d lost a finger, somewhere along the way, and while there was a sword buckled onto his belt he never used it – it took a while before Wei Wuxian noticed it, given that he himself didn’t use a sword and he’d assumed Xue Yang was following his example, but in fact the boy was terrified of swords.

More specifically, of sabers.

Even Nie Huaisang’s, which was – to be frank – the daintiest, frilliest saber Wei Wuxian had ever seen.

“You were a guest disciple of the Jin sect before,” Wei Wuxian said. “You saw what happened? The masterless sabers?”

Xue Yang averted his eyes and didn’t answer, which meant yes; he would otherwise have had a snappy answer of some sort.

“Was it that bad?”

“It was worse,” Xue Yang said, uncharacteristically solemn. “The masterless sabers - they hate evil. Who told them that people were evil?”

“I did,” a low voice said from behind him, and Xue Yang froze, the whites of his eyes showing; he resembled a small rabbit that had tried to demonstrate its toughness being suddenly faced with the teeth of a tiger.

“Sect Leader Nie,” Wei Wuxian said, much more respectfully than he might have otherwise, before the rumors. Nie Mingjue looked much the same as he had the first time: back straight, wearing his clan’s colors, his eyes dead inside. Even Baxia looked the same.

But he felt – wrong.

Maybe he really was using demonic cultivation, but if he was, it wasn’t anything like what Wei Wuxian had invented.

“How is my brother?” Nie Mingjue asked.

“The process is going very well so far,” Wei Wuxian hedged. “I should have a result for you within a week.”

Nie Mingjue nodded and turned to go.

“What are you going to do when he wakes?” Wei Wuxian asked, and Nie Mingjue stopped. “You said you couldn’t stop until he was back – what does it mean, that you’ll stop? Stop the killing? What will happen next?”

“Bring my brother back,” Nie Mingjue said. He didn’t turn back. “And we’ll see.”

That wasn’t reassuring. “Where are you going next?”

“The Cloud Recesses.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “You can’t possibly believe that the Gusu Lan sect had anything to do with it – that’s your sworn brother’s home!”

“We made an oath together,” Nie Mingjue said. “I will uphold my end of it.”

Wei Wuxian didn’t understand; he simply stood there, helpless, watching the other man leave.

There was a tug on his sleeve.

He looked down at Xue Yang.

“The one who killed his brother, on behalf of the Jin sect,” Xue Yang whispered. “It was Jin Guangyao.”

Wei Wuxian thought about what he’d heard about the contents of the oath that the three war heroes had sworn and cursed, torn between chasing Nie Mingjue and stopping him and realizing that that would be futile. Even if he could raise an army of corpses to stop him, a man with an army that could defeat the Jin sect wouldn’t be afraid of him – and he didn’t dare use the Tiger Seal now.

“Let’s do what we can,” he told Xue Yang, who nodded furiously, all reluctance and moodiness gone. “If we can get Nie Huaisang back before Nie Mingjue reaches the Cloud Recesses, that’ll – that’d be good.”

“I don’t know if it’ll help.”

Neither did Wei Wuxian.

part 2

[suganovakawa]

Hello I wanna say that I love ur work 🥺 I’m new to the haikyuu fandom and ur work gives me life! Can I request a HC with Tanaka, Daichi, Suga & asahi and how they would react when they see other teams at a tournament flirt with you and how they act when they’re jealous? Thank you !

absolutely omg i love my karasuno babies and them being jEALOUS??? this is my calling goodBYE

btw btw welcome to the hq fandom bby !! enjoy your stay here 🥺💞💘💓

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅 !

karasuno boys fend off other teams as they try to flirt with you !

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these boys don’t take too kindly to other teams trying to flirt with you . . . and they’re not gonna deal with it for much longer ! >:)

a / n : jealous anything >>>> and you cannot change my mind because it’s my weakness k thx bye 🥰

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ryuunosuke tanaka

lmao flirting w you is like asking for a death sentence i do not make the rules

tanaka is not afraid to show you off , nor is he afraid to show off your guys’ relationship at tournaments either

he has full trust in you dw , but that doesn’t mean he trusts the men that get a little too close for comfort

if his death glare alone doesn’t scare them off i feel so sorry for them

ryu will 100% call someone out if they’re obviously flirting with you

“ hey , punk ??? you’re trying to flirt with them , huh ??? gotta tell ya , you’re out of luck , go find someone else . this hot stuff right here is mine , thank you very much . ”

he gets so confused when you get embarrassed because what ??? he’s just telling them the truth

“ ryu ! you can’t just call me ‘ hot stuff ’ in the middle of the gym !! ”

“ why not , baby ? you are hot stuff ! they’re just bummed out you’re not theirs . ”

not to mention , 8 times out of 10 noya will probably be right there with tanaka scaring off the suitors

those two are literally your bodyguards , and once they know that someone else has their sights set on you , do not expect them to leave your side

also , he holds a FULL GRUDGE against ladies men type people

cough cough tooru i’m talking bout u bby

you are to stay a mile away from oikawa and all of aoba johsai at all times , ryu will not accept otherwise

oh , and terushima ??? YEAH HES NOT EVEN GONNA LAY EYES ON YOU ONCE LMAO

at least , not without tanaka’s arm wrapped around your waist

gotta make sure they understand you ain’t on the market

all in all a very protective baby crow , can and will fight anyone who tries flirting with you so pls don’t test him

daichi sawamura

daichi is definitely the silent but deadly type let me assure you

i don’t care where that man is , he’ll always have an eye on you regardless

oh and he’ll probably have the rest of his team have their eyes on you too ; just in case there is a small instance where he can’t keep his eyes on you

yuu , ryu , and shoyo will be paying the most attention to you when the captain is not able to watch over you at the tournaments

lord have mercy to those who somehow actually get past daichi’s security

my best guess is that you’re probably on like , a water bottle run in between games , so that everyone can have fresh cold water during timeouts n whatnot

yeah you’ll probably get hit on by another guy in the halls ( let’s pretend it’s yuuji because i love him so much LMAO pls hit on me teru )

anyway he’ll def be at your neck like how he was tryna get kiyoko’s number

sadly you can’t do much because you have a bunch of water bottles in your hands so you’re just tryna shimmy away but terushima is not having it

out of nowhere his face blanks

literally pales

you’re about to ask him what that’s about until you feel an arm snake around your waist

like i said , the silent but deadly type

you can’t see daichi’s face as he’s staring down yuuji , but you can hear the annoyance in his voice

“ oh there you are , y/n . you need help carrying these water bottles , baby ? ”

you turn to yuuji , who has his hands up — clearly getting the message daichi was giving to him

��� alright alright , my bad ~ ! didn’t know they were yours , man . i’ll take my leave . ”

but he did add a “ see you later cutie ” before leaving the two of you alone

you couldn’t help but laugh as the captain latched onto you protectively as the two of you went back to the gym

“ daichi , it’s okay , he’s gone now ! you’ve done your job in saving me ”

“ nonsense . i can sense their eyes on you from everywhere . you’re not leaving my sight again , y/n . ”

koushi sugawara

koushi is definitely also a silent jealous type

but he’s more mellow when showing it subtly

but don’t get me wrong , the effect it leaves on others is just as menacing

he’s the type to leave that shiver of fear when he shows up

basically he’s a sweetie until people mess with you and that’s just on periodt

suga is not too protective over you , since he does trust you and has full confidence you won’t do anything to hurt him

cough cough he still wants the other nasty boogers keeping their hands off you though

i literally just imagine him going up to people like “ :))))) ??? ” when people try flirting with you LMAO

like ?? no ??? they’re ??? mine ????

not ???????? yours ??????

he’ll have that chilling ring in his voice that’s deadpan but menacing at the same time — sometimes he even scares you with it

you had a run in with tooru at the preliminaries , RIP bless his soul

you went to go watch a match while karasuno was resting ; seijoh was resting at the same time

he got a little too close for comfort in the audience stand

flashed you a famous smile of his , “ what’s a cutie like you doing here alone ? ”

“ she’s not alone , actually . ”

KFKKDKFKFKD both of your heads went a whole 180 at the sound of koushi’s voice

oh no he had that creepy smile again

“ baby , we were just looking for you . is oikawa bothering you ? ”

he turned his :) to tooru , who had already stepped a decent distance away from you

“ heaven forbid you’d be bothering y/n , oikawa , when you have a whole fanbase of girls you could be bothering instead . ”

the great king had never been so scared of a karasuno player in his life

he left in a hurry without saying much — though he was grumbling something you two couldn’t understand

switch from scary suga to soft suga uwu

he wrapped his arms around you and grinned pleasantly this time as he hugged you

“ sweetheart , don’t hesitate to tell me if anyone else is like that to you , okay ? i’ll make them go away . ”

“ koushi , you’re so scary when you’re angry ”

“ i am ? i didn’t think i was ”

“ look at how oikawa backed away when you came up ! hardly anyone can phase him ”

“ oh . maybe i am scary , but only when it comes to you . ”

he laughed and took you by the hand , and you two walked back to the rest of the team

scary suga never fails to keep the nasty boogers away

asahi azumane

he won’t even realize he’s jealous until someone points it out to him

i think nishi would be the one to point it out to him , because woah asahi looks mad

“ yo , asahi ? you good ? your knuckles are turning white ! ”

he’s been looking your direction ever since the date tech players started surrounding you , striking up conversation

he didn’t even realize yuu was talking to him until he literally had to jump up and wave in his face

asahi snapped out of it once noya caught his attention — his fists were still clenched tho

“ oh — noya . i’m fine , why ? ”

the libero didn’t buy it one bit because he didn’t know the ace even had it in him to be angry

he looked to where asahi had his eyes on the whole time before turning back to the third year with a smirk

“ you’re gonna let them just flirt with y/n like that ? what kind of boyfriend are you ? go go go ! ”

oh no yuu what did you do

“ they’re flirting with y/n ? ”

he was f u r i o u s at the thought of it

oh no no no they were not going to be flirting with you , not while asahi was your boyfriend no sir

he stormed over towards you — your back was towards karasuno so the date tech players noticed him first

asahi + scary dark death glare = run

and the date tech players — besides aone — did just that , scampering off in a hurry

you were confused until you turned around , smiling when you saw your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend

you were utterly oblivious to the stare down between him and aone

“ asahi ! shouldn’t you be practicing now ? ”

he placed a gentle but firm arm around your waist , pulling you closer to him without taking his eyes off date tech’s ace

“ yeah , but we were looking for you . i’ve come to bring you back , y/n . ”

oh heck yeah there was tension as he brought you back to your guys’ court

“ those players weren’t flirting with you , were they y/n ? ”

“ huh ? oh no ! i was just catching up with a couple of them , since i went to middle school with some of them . why ? ”

“ oh , nothing ”

you couldn’t even ask him anything else as he walked away without another word , which was very not like him

you had to get the answer from nishinoya later on , who was laughing hysterically at your description of the way your boyfriend was acting

“ OMG Y/N HE REALLY WAS JEALOUS , I TOLD HIM THAT DATE TECH WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU I CANT BELIEVE HE BELIEVED ME ”

after the tournament both of you were blubbering apologies to each other

you apologizing for making asahi jealous

and asahi apologizing for acting like a brat about it

in summary , asahi + jealousy = pls save yourself from that man he is terrifying

he’ll make it up to you with tons n tons of cuddles later so he’s still your big teddy bear <3

[dickwheelie]

Some soft Jmart cuddles but in some kind of au of your choosing? Maybe from one of those generic "fanfic au prompt" lists?

ohhh Oran u spoil me....I don’t have any of those lists on hand BUT I would like an excuse to do something for my spooky mer jon au!

EDIT: oh my god Oran I. forgot that you asked for cuddles. I wrote this whole thing and there are no cuddles in it fjkfksdf I am so sorry. I’ll make it up to you but it’s late so have this for now! I’ll do a sequel for it probably tomorrow with actual cuddles. fuck I can’t believe I missed that lmaoooo sorry againnnnn

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Martin had heard the rumors, of course. Myths. Legends. Whatever you wanted to call them. Stories of dubious legitimacy about the creature that lurked in the waters of the bay that bordered their tiny village, who was either a menace or a blessing, depending on who you asked. The woman who sold flowers at the market said it had once frightened her daughter while she was playing in a tide pool. One of the grizzled old fishermen claimed it had saved his cat from drowning. There were as many stories as there were people in the village, all who had claimed to have seen it, or at least known someone who had. No one could say exactly what it looked like, only that it had a humanoid upper half, a long, slithery fish-tail, and was horrific to look upon. The more exaggerated tales claimed that its face, if one could call it that, was enough to send even the most seasoned of sailors swimming for land.

Yes, Martin had heard the stories, but he was, as far as he could tell, the only one in the village who didn’t believe this odd creature of ambiguous morals actually existed. He was a practical man, and although he enjoyed the idea of impossible things like ghosts and fairies and mer-creatures, he knew, deep down, that none of it was real, especially not so close to the utterly ordinary, unexciting place he called home. He’d lived in the village all his life, and had never, not once, caught so much as a splash of the thing’s tail.

Until now.

He had been out on the bay on his sailboat all afternoon, trying to muster up the inspiration for a poem or two. The sun had begun to set, and, with no more ideas in his head than when he’d left, Martin had started to head back to shore.

That was when he had spotted it: barely visible in the dappled light of the sunset on the water, a dark shape was moving just under the surface. It wasn’t the shape of an ordinary fish, or even a dolphin, and Martin had leaned over the side of the boat to try to get a better look.

He was almost smacked in the face by another figure rising up out of the water, splashing water all over Martin and sending him falling backwards into the boat, flailing in surprise. The figure had grabbed the side of the boat and pulled itself up, leaning over Martin as he stared up at it, dumbfounded, and rethinking everything he knew about stories of dubious legitimacy.

In the warm light of the sunset, the creature was clearly visible. Its skin was dark grey, not quite black, paler around the gills which frilled out around its neck and sides. Its torso was, indeed, humanoid, with two appendages that certainly looked like arms, ending with webbed, clawed hands. Martin couldn’t see its tail from where he was lying, but he imagined it must have been eel-like, for the creature’s face reminded him of an eel. Two huge eyes were set in its face, clearly meant for seeing in the dark of the sea floor, and a wide mouth with innumerable, close-set, needle-point teeth gaped down at him. Apparently, this was what had sent sailors fleeing in terror. Martin was honestly a little disappointed. He was well-versed in marine wildlife (or at least, he’d thought he was), and he thought it looked more cute than scary.

The creature stared down at him, as though waiting for him to do something. It certainly seemed intelligent enough; maybe he could try talking to it. Martin cleared his throat. “Um. Hello.” He managed a little wave.

The creature’s eyes darted to his hand as it moved, then back to his face. It cocked its head, then did something utterly amazing, and answered him. “Why are you not running away,” it said. Its voice was . . . properly British, actually. It spoke with a solid southern accent, the sound a bit muffled and strangely deep, but apparently this creature didn’t need to use lips or teeth to enunciate.

Martin could think of nothing else to do but answer its question. “I . . . can’t really run anywhere,” he said, gesturing at his tiny, stationary sailboat. Once again, the creature’s eyes tracked the movements of his hands meticulously. “You, uh, sort of caught me by surprise.”

“Oh,” said the creature, its voice almost sounding sheepish. It drummed its webbed hands on the edge of the boat, in a surprisingly human-like manner. “Right. Yes. That . . . makes sense.” Its throat moved as it talked, and Martin supposed that must be where its clipped, precise voice was coming from.

“Why would I want to run?” Martin asked.

“Because you’re scared of me,” the creature said, rather unconvincingly.

“Am I?”

“You . . . you should be,” it said, drawing itself up slightly, which made the sailboat rock precariously, so it caught itself and stopped. “Um. I could hurt you. Kill you, even.”

Martin supposed that, yes, this creature was capable of killing him. Though it certainly didn’t seem like it wanted to, and none of the stories he’d heard about it had involved murder. It had even saved a cat once, apparently. Besides, he thought, there were plenty of humans capable of killing Martin just as easily, if they really wanted to. “Are you? Going to kill me?”

“Uh.” The creature lowered itself slightly, so its head was barely visible above the edge of the boat. Martin shifted upwards into a sitting position to see it better, and spotted a dark, rapidly undulating shape in the water, which must have been the creature’s tail. “Well. Er. Not now.”

“Should I leave and come back later?” Martin said, mostly for his own amusement. He didn’t expect the creature to understand the joke.

But it surprised him once again by laughing. Or at least, it sounded like a laugh, and the creature immediately put its hand over its throat, as though to stifle the sound.

Martin couldn’t help but smile at it. “Is that how you talk?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “With your--?” He gestured at his own throat.

The creature stared at him, even more wide-eyed than it usually was. “Um. Yes. I believe humans also have a voicebox, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Martin said, “but ours doesn’t articulate sound the way yours does.” He grinned. “That’s so cool.”

“Oh,” said the creature, and it lowered itself even further into the water. “I, um. Thank you?”

Martin leaned forward to rest his elbows on the edge of the boat, so the two of them were now face-to-face. This close, he could see intricate little patterns in the creature’s skin, dotted across its cheek and around its neck. Not quite freckles, but something like them. Then the creature shifted, and the dimming light of the sunset caught them, turning them iridescent. The light caught its huge eyes as well, revealing that they weren’t just black pupils surrounded by a thin circle of white, but that there was an iris, colored such a dark brown it was almost black. “Wow,” Martin said, unthinkingly. “You’re beautiful.”

The creature’s claws scraped the edge of the boat as it clenched its webbed hands around it. Martin saw its tail thrash just under the water. “I--um--I have to go,” it said, and launched itself off of the boat and back into the water with a splash.

Martin barely had the chance to feel disappointed before its head popped up again, bobbing just above the waves a few meters from the boat. “Um,” it said, “I wanted to ask, before I go--just in case I want to find you again to kill you later--what’s your name?”

“Martin,” said Martin, smiling.

“Martin,” the creature repeated, and coming out of that voicebox it sounded lovely. It paused a moment, just staring at him with those huge, pretty eyes, and then said, “Jon,” before slipping back underneath the waves.

Martin had heard plenty of stories about the strange, terrifying creature that lived in the bay that bordered his village, and he was fully willing to believe them, now. However there were none, in his opinion, that measured up to the real thing.

[whyralltheusernamestaken]

hey! i love ur blog and i couldn’t resist requesting something. so i was thinking that if the reader was from medieval times where they have magic, wizards, knights, mages, and stuff like that. so 1 A was hit by a quirk that brought them to that dimension. and the reader is like god level with the amount of power they have even though their the same age as class 1 A. and they help the class survive or sum like that after like knights attach them cause sum of them look weird. can u use they/them.

It's just the main three boys if that's alright :( I can do hcs with the entire class if that's more of what u had in mind! Just leave another ask,,, sorry about that 😅 

Warnings : swear words 

Words : 1.2k 

You were bored. 

Perhaps that was the understatement of the century, but an otherwordly being like you had ceased to find interest in the small confines that was your world. The never ending weeks of wasting your life on your temple throne, perched upon a royal gold seat and listening to prayer’s wishes were certainly tiring you out. The ordinary wished for happiness, for their crops to yield well or for them to find true love, the king would wish for power, luxuries. And through your judgement, you would grant some of these wishes, crafting an empire like soft clay in your hands, a game to a child. Yet even with your godly powers, you could not seem to satisfy your boredom. 

Today you watched idly as a mage stepped into the light of the temple's wishing grounds. You sat high above the clouds, listening to their talk of discovering a new spell, hidden from the mere mortal's eyes. Sure many of mankind had laid eyes on you before, however sometimes you preferred to keep away from the prying eyes. After all, you were far far superior than them - one of their creators, in a sense. Your messenger would speak to your creations when you chose to observe from afar, teaching them of your presence with fables and songs. It had only been seventeen years since you were first introduced into the world, born from ashes through their beliefs, and yet you were already one of the most respected gods.

~~~ 

The villain's quirk was truely terrifying. One would only be a fool to engage in battle with someone who's quirk they did not understand. The first year class of UA learnt this the hard way when the warp gate villain's quirk had transported them to an entirely different location. Different time period perhaps. Todoroki had picked up on this as he gazed over what was once the medival Japan. 

"Um guys." Midoriya called out. 

"Where are we?" 

"Do we look like we fucking know Deku?" the blonde shouted, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he marched around the alley, coming to an abrupt halt when his eyes met a busy marketplace. 

The streets were lined with broken stone, small tent like structure of straw and wood littered the area as people bustled in and out of them, each carrying a basket. The air was a brown hue from the sand that had been kicked up, the shouts of stall owners filling the air as exchanges of good and money illustrated the market place. 

"This isn't modern Japan." Todoroki stated, looking out at the same scene. He stepped out into the street, sticking to the shadows and the other two followed, survaying their surroundings in case of an villains. His ears perked up as he realised the people spoke in a different language altogether. "This might not even be Japan." 

"U-uh what?" Midoriya stuttered, close to tears as he frantically looked around. "What do we do? Where are the others? How do we get back? Is all might okay?" 

"For god's sake, shut up." Bakugou scowled. His dismissal was perhaps due to an inkling of fear that had burrowed it's way into his heart. He had utterly no idea where they were and no one could help him. Alas, his pride would never allow him to voice out his concerns and so he followed in silence, a dull glare permenantly etched onto his face. 

~~~ 

"Shit." 

"Yeah we are in some pretty deep shit." 

"Why the fuck are they treating us like the villains here?" Bakugou shouted, running down the cobbled street as men on horse back clothed in sheets of metal chased after them, swords and spears in hands. 

"Over here." Todoroki called out, pulling the two behind a row of neatly trimmed bushes and running further into the garden. 

"Hurry up and find them!" they heard one of the men shout in the background. 

"Ah!" Midoriya screamed, tripping over and landing directly into a small pond. He desperately scrambled to his feet, eyes glancing over the fish that he may have crushed in his fall. 

A small laugh rang out from the distance, the boys all swiftly turning their heads towards an approaching figure emerging from behind the trees. "That was rather humorous if I am permitted to say so." you chuckled, running a hand through your locks and your eyes darted over the three strangers. "And you are...?" 

“There they are!" the voice bellowed, the sounds of hooves drawing closer as the boys turns to run. 

"Gentlemen!" you proclaimed, your voice ringing sharp through the air, ceasing all movement. The horses had stopped right in their tracks and even the teen's feet were frozen to the ground. 

"Y-your highness!" one of them stuttered, jumping off his horse to bow down on one leg, the other guards following suit. 

"May I ask if you know these men?" You tapped your chin slightly, cocking your head to the side as you studied them. 

"They are my guests." 

"H-huh?" 

"I see your highness, please forgive us for chasing them however they were spotted-" 

You waved your hand to stop the guard from speaking. "No worries." you beamed. "Please excuse their unsightly behaviour." 

"Unsightly? You bitch-"

"Bakugou please stop." Todoroki sighed. "They're helping us."

"I am a fucking god and I just got sworn at." you muttered softly, turning your head to the side as you brought up your hand to your mouth, faking a sob. Your pity party was cut short when you heard your messenger, Hermes calling for you.

"Y/N!" they flew over, sighing as they landed on the grass. "You cannot just leave your duties like that." they scolded you, recieving a pout in return.

"But it's so boring there." you whined, scrunching your face up at the thought of another day wasted. "I'm growing old Hermes and I don't want to be cooped up in that damn seat for hours on end."

"Old my ass." the blonde snorted, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms, sending you a glare. "You look the same age as us."

"How are we able to understand you?" Todoroki suddenly asked, registering that the language you spoke was not Japanese, and yet he was here having a conversation with you.

"Hmm I wonder. Maybe I’ll tell you later." you replied, feigning curiosity before turning back to the guards.

"These gentlemen will be staying with me."

"Y/N you can't-" 

“Your highness-" Hermes and the head guard began.

"Silence." you demanded, the air once again growing cold and still. "How dare you speak back to me."

You watched as the colour drained from their faces, the guard's lip trembling with fear before breaking out into laughter. "Just kidding!" you said, sticking you tongue out before turning on your heels. "What possible harm could dear ol' me do?" 

“A remarkable amount." Hermes sighed. "Your highness do you remember that one time you flooded the halls of the gods-"

"Hermes shh!" you gasped, running over and throwing a hand over his mouth. "Not in front of the guests."

"Those guests are leaving."

"B-but." you pleaded, sticking your lip out in a pout. "Look how good looking they are."

"Y/N."

"No." you huffed, skipping over to the dual haired boy and throwing your arm around his. "Well would you like to come with me?"

"Why would we go with a brat?" A sudden object flew past, you reaching out your arm to form a barricade of air, the spear stopping just centimeters from the blonde's neck.

"What the fuck? Why are you trying to kill me you dipshit."

"You know what." you sighed.

"I'm leaving him behind. You can have him Hermes." 

"Your highness, I do not want him."

"Tough." you snickered, dragging the other two back to your temple.

~~~

"Todoroki Shouto." you echoed, looking at the boy seated opposite you upon one of your grand pearl quilted couches. "That's cute."

"Thank you your highness." he replied with a small smile.

"Oh my god." you waved, your face tinted a slight red. "There's no need for such formalities! Just think of me as an average civilain."

"But-" "Shh." you hushed before turning to the blonde. "Midoriya?"

"Y-yes?" he jumped, a small squeak to his voice. "There's no need to be on edge." you reassured.

"You're perfectly safe here. Well apart from that thing." You nodded your head towards the boy chained up to one of the grand marbel pillars, a muzzle clasped against his face, his angry shouts filling the hall now that attention was back on him. Honestly, it was hilarious that Hermes had resorted to this.

Midoriya picked up another grape, before adding, "Yeah, that's Kacchan, he's like that most of the time."

"Well, it's about time I get back to work." you sighed as you heard the clocks chyme the fifth hour of the evening, stretching your arms above your head.

"May we observe?" Todoroki perked up, turning his attention away from the fuming Bakugou.

"I mean sure, I don't know why you'd want to though since it's really boring."

"I'm sure it's amazing!" Midoriya rebutted, a large smile on his face now.

You clutched your chest at his adorablness. Maybe they could stay for a while.

[dragonballwritingandnonsense]

Love ur writing!!! Would u write a vegeta x reader blurb of vegeta trying to woo/flirt with reader to get their attention? :)

{Okay, so this kinda derailed from what exactly you asked for but I hope it’s still okay.}

Vegeta didn’t understand human courting. You weren’t responding to anything he was doing and it was run of the mill on his planet. For example, beating your friends in a sparring match was “overkill” according to Bulma. Of course, Yamcha has gone out of that particular fight with a several broken bones but he shouldn’t have offered to spar if he wasn’t prepared for what the Sayian could dish out. Vegeta was getting frustrated because all of his attempts of getting in your good graces was met with either indifference or you reacted outright negatively. You’d screamed instead of looking proud of him when he dropped a dinosaur’s head in front of you. It was supposed to be a gift, but it was a gift that was evidently not well received on this planet. Nappa didn’t know shit about humans, Raditz found it funny and Kakarot was about as helpful as a pile of rocks. Vegeta doubted he even knows how he got Chichi. Lord knows that Vegeta was too proud to ask any of the resident humans for romantic advice.

“What the hell?” Vegeta muttered as he walked into his room at Capsule Corp. There was a box on his bed with a note attached to it. He eyed the box suspiciously then picked up the note and opened it.

Hey Vegeta,

You’re going out for some fun tonight. No, you don’t get a choice. I picked you out an outfit so you don’t look like a total weirdo when we show up. Meet me outside at 3:00!

P.s. Before you call me and complain, (Y/N) will be there so quit your bitching.

~ Bulma.

That’s how Vegeta ended up sitting outside Bulma’s house pulling at the stupid collar of his shirt and just trying to make it comfortable in general. Bulma had picked out a black button down shirt and a pair of jeans. Nice but not overly formal. Vegeta had rolled the sleeves up to just above his elbow and was not messing with the top of the shirt. He eventually just opted to unbutton the first three buttons of the shirt to keep the collar off his neck.

“Aha! I knew that would look good on you!” Bulma chirped as she headed down the stairs, feeling very proud of herself. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

“Where are we going, woman?” He asked. Bulma just shooed him into the passenger side of the car. Vegeta grumbled something about Bulma being pushy and got in. The moment Bulma got into the driver’s seat, Vegeta started talking.

“Where’s—“

“(Y/N) is meeting us at the fair.” Bulma cut him off, seemingly knowing what he was going to ask her.

“What?” Vegeta looked utterly confused. Firstly, because he had no clue what a fair was and secondly, why you three were the only ones going. Bulma rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god. Are you really that dense?” Vegeta didn’t have time to be offended before she continued explaining. “I’m setting up a date for you two. I told (Y/N) that you wanted to see what we did for fun on this planet and they suggested that we go to the fair. Then all I had to do was make up bullshit reasons Nappa and Raditz couldn���t come with. Boom. Now it’s just you two, so if you do it right, it’s a date.”

Vegeta gaped at Bulma.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked. He’d never been particularly nice to Bulma so this couldn’t be repayment of some kind. Frankly, Vegeta couldn’t quite wrap his head around the possibility of Bulma doing this just to be nice.

“Well, lets put it this way, you’re clearly clueless on how humans flirt. I had to legitimately ask Nappa what your weird behavior was about to get that you were trying to flirt with (Y/N) and not that you were trying to scare them. It was funny for a bit but it’s kinda sad at this point, so I’m helping you just this once.” Bulma shrugged. The rest of their drive was basically Bulma explaining how humans flirt and what one normally does on a date. Vegeta didn’t bother trying to cut in and Bulma didn’t really think he was paying attention. That wasn’t true. He was listening but also trying his best to look like he didn’t care.

“We’re here! (Y/N) should be waiting for you just inside the entrance!” Bulma said cheerfully as they pulled up to the park entrance. Vegeta got out but before he could shut the door, Bulma spoke again.

“Oh, Vegeta!” He turned to look at her.

“Do not fuck this up.”

With that, Bulma waved and Vegeta shut the car door. Bulma was right. You were waiting for him just inside. Vegeta has mentally prepared for being alone with you; however, he was not prepared for you to look so. Damn. Cute. You didn’t seem bothered by his blatant staring. You just smiled, waved and walked over when you saw him come in.

“Hey, I can’t believe you actually came!” We’re the first words out of your mouth when you saw him. Vegeta was pleasantly surprised that you seem genuinely excited to see him despite the fact that he had evidently scared you in his attempts to court you.

“Well, I didn’t exactly have anything better to do.” Vegeta shrugged then immediately mentally kicked himself when he saw your smile falter a bit. It didn’t last long before you got a determined look one your face.

“Well, Mr. Grumpy Gills, I am going to show you a good time wether you like or not.” You put your hands on your hips and stuck out your tongue at him. He was going to have fun and you were going to make sure of it. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and gave an amused smirk. You had no idea how adorable you were acting right now, did you?

“Lead the way then, little human.” Vegeta gave your cheek a quick pinch as he said just to patronize you a bit. You slapped his hand away and pouted. The amused expression never left his stupid face. You lead him around the carnival doing rides and those rigged carnival games. Vegeta actually won a few of them, so you had a few stuffed animals by the end of the night. There was an incident with a ride operator who made an unsavory comment about your ass. Vegeta looked ready to kill the man and you did the first thing that came to your mind to stop him. His kissed him. Only on the cheek but it was apparently enough of a shock to let you pull him away. Both of your faces were red before you distracted yourselves with a funnel cake. You’re pretty sure the food was his favorite part but then again, who didn’t love fair food? You decided to end the night on the Ferris Wheel.

“What is the point of this thing?” Vegeta asked as you guys stopped at the top.

“It’s calming and gives a nice view from up high.” You responded. You were looking at all the carnival lights that had turned on with the sunset hours ago. Vegeta, on the other hand, was only looking at you. The lights reflecting to your eyes, your relaxed posture, and the curve of your lips as you smiled. He found himself looking at your lips and thinking about your kiss earlier. He knew that it was to distract him from punching that man’s lights out but that didn’t make it feel less nice.

“I could take you higher. Show you better view.” Vegeta said finally. You looked back at him and he had to quickly tear his eyes away from your lips as you laughed nervously.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You asked. Vegeta chuckled.

“I won’t drop you if that’s what you’re worried about. On my pride, I swear it.” Vegeta promised.

“Okay. Sounds fun.” You were still nervous but you wanted to show him that you trusted him. You gave him a confused look when he stood.

“Come on, then.” Vegeta demanded as he held out his hand. You hesitantly took it and he pulled you to stand in the enclosed Ferris Wheel car.

“N-Now? Vegeta, were locked in. You can’t—“

“The windows aren’t.” Vegeta said and opens the window above the doors. He pulls himself out of the narrow space and hovers there. You climb up after him, grabbing onto his arms to steady yourself. Vegeta watched you intently to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. After some awkward, and frankly terrifying, shuffling, Vegeta got you into a bridal carry and flew up. He tried and failed to not snicker at you as you cling to him.

“I told you that I won’t drop you, silly human.” Vegeta chuckled.

“Well, I’m sooo sorry.” You said sarcastically, “I haven’t exactly been flying in awhile. And by awhile, I mean ever.”

“Just look down.” Vegeta said.

“Isn’t that the opposite of what you’re supposed t—“

“Look. Down.” Vegeta repeated. You relented and gasped. Not just because of how high up you were or how acutely aware you were of how close you were pressed against Vegeta. He was right. It was gorgeous from up here. You two were a comfortable silence as he flew you home. He set you down on your apartment balcony and waited for you to go in and set down your bag which still had the silly stuffed animals he’d won you. You looked at him strangely when he didn’t come in.

“That was.... actually pretty fun.” Vegeta admitted. You stepped back out onto the balcony with him. You got a proud smile on your face.

“Told you that we’d have fun.” You said. Vegeta rolled his eyes. As tempted as he was you kiss the breath from you, he didn’t feel it was the right time.

“Goodnight.” Vegeta said in possibility the softest tone you’d heard him use up to this point. He grabbed your hand and gave a quick kiss to the back of it. You didn’t even have time to say goodnight back because he was gone before you recovered from your sputtering shock.

[nodesiretogrowup]

alright y’all, time for a Melissa play-by-play. I have a theory about this episode but it will get it’s own post:

And we dive right into spy time

That statue in the fountain was very upsetting :’)

GODDAMN U LAUNCHPAD, U SEXY BEAST

I like that LP says spiffy because I use the word spiffy

DEW-ble O Duck

“What I Dewey best” God I love Dewey and his love of puns

SONG TIME!!!

Ben is a really good singer

I like how the song was foreshadowing things to come

How is she wearing earrings?

A ham on cheese sandwich sounds really good rn

“I can’t remember when I’m hungry” A man after my own heart

YOU DIED

Ok, that game is WAAAAAY too advanced. It has the whole building mapped out and those glasses are WAAAY to small and lightweight to handle all that. Is it all through wi-fi? Am I overthinking the logic of a video game in a cartoon? Probably

“I had a sassy quip and everything.” He has the makings of a superhero in him

“It’s a little too real.” FORESHADOWING! Or the game was already REALLY immersive. OR BOTH

OH GOD LAUNCHPAD IS ALREADY FEELING BAD ABOUT HIMSELF!

“Haven’t you ever wanted to plug into a high-stakes, thrilling adventure?” He’s already done the spy-thing. Though it would have been cool to see Scrooge in a sexy suit

UNCLE MCDEE! I LOVE IT

Then an Uncle Scrooge from Webby. TOO CUTE!

There is A LOT of winking in this episode ;)

“We’re a team” DEWEY IS SO ADORABLE AND WHOLESOME!

Aw, Launchpad

I didn’t notice it the first time, but I love that Steelbeak is using one of those plastic swords to pick his teeth. It’s the little things

Is the theme song gonna be the short version for every episode this season?

I really dig Jason Mantzoukas’ take on Steelbeak. He’s just so cocky yet insecure at the same time. I like his voice cracking when he gets embarrassed or excited 

And I ADORE how UTTERLY STUPID he is. I think he’s dumber than Launchpad because Launchpad is aware that he’s not exactly the smartest guy but Steelbeak GENUINELY thinks he’s smart. Plus he feels the joke. That’s just dumb and unfunny (in-universe at least. out of universe it’s great)

“The Sat-a-Lighthouse. Classic villain lair.” Well we know that’s gonna show up

Bradford’s neck bothers me. It makes my neck hurt looking at it

Intelli-ray. You guys are a bit on the beak nose when it comes to naming things

GADGET!

“Rat’s are dumb, right?” YOU STUPID BEAUTIFUL MAN

THE OTHER RANGERS! And Monterey already has his mustache

Ok how did her hair grow so fast? And did she shave her fur? How did she get a more human-esque figure? I NEED THIS INFORMATION

They Secret of Nimh’ed her!

Heron acts like an annoyed/done mom with Steelbeak and he acts like a snotty kid. It’s great

EVIL LAUGH

“Did that rat make that jumpsuit on a regular sewing machine, or did it build its own tiny sewing machine?” STEELBEAK ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS HERE

I legit thought she was about to pull off his beak

“I’ll go. Not because you told me.” He’s such a punk-ass kid, I LOVE IT

CHOMP CHOMP

DON’T EXPLAIN THE JOKE, BRO

“I pay for the privilege of doing someone else’s yard-work?” THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT YOU’D SAY, YOU RICH, PRIVILEGED MAN. Whack-a-Mole is actually about expressing all the rage and fury inside you

Video graphic adventures

SKEE BALL! I FUCKING LOVE SKEE BALL

That kid didn’t even take his tickets

Ticket-rich. I love it

LET’S STRETCH BITCHES

“Can’t let Dewey down. Gotta be smart, gotta win the game.” OH LAUNCHPAD, SWEETHEART

“Calm down, LP. It’s only a game.” Dewey is SUCH a GOOD friend!

“But don’t overthink it.” That’s just good life advice in general

I love how tiny Dewey is when compared to LP. It’s ADORABLE

“THEN WE GET PIZZA.” “Yes, pizza.” I don’t know why, but the way Ben delivers that line is hilarious to me

“Pad. Launchpad. McQuack. My name is Launchpad McQuack.” I love you so much

Ok, was there an actual dude there? How could’ve Steelbeak thrown a digital person?

“Yes, I do as well.” YOU DUMB HOE, I LOVE YOU

That card game was great. Truly a battle of wits. And Dewey just being like...what. Beautiful

“Well played.” “It was?”

“Look’s like you’ve been out-smart guyed.” The dialogue in this episode is top notch 

I too do not understand smanzy card games

“But how about a game of 52 pickup...YOUR TEETH!”

“THE PAIN FEELS SO LIFELIKE!”

The sound Steelbeak makes when Dewey pulls on his...hair(?) is great

One day you’ll get to quip Dewey, one day

The cuts between the game reality and actual reality are so great

Is that the Phantom Blot or the normal Funzo? Is there even a normal Funzo?

The neck cracking also made my neck hurt

All the kids gathering around Scrooge is too cute

“Not now lass, I’m on a roll.” SKEE BALL IS A GATEWAY DRUG TO GAMBLING

“I think they just have nachos.” They have pizza too

Steelbeak pecking at Launchpad...brilliant

The little pug/bulldog kid is so cute

The scream when he’s hit with the pizza is gold

That ballpit is terrifying

Yet again Launchpad falls on someone

HE FUCKING PUNCHED A KID! WTF BRO?!

“WE MADE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL!”

Those jumpsuits are pretty nice, ngl

“Nerp”

Launchpad had the right idea, he just fumbled on the execution

Rubix cubes-shorthand for intelligence levels

She is so done with him it’s great

“We can make Scrooge SO HUNGRY, he’ll EAT all the toys!” Solid logic

“Duh, that ain’t smart.” OO, BURN

Whenever anyone/anything grabs Steelbeak’s beak I feel like it’s gonna come off

THE THEME SONG PLAYS! I LOVE IT! IT’S GREAT

How did the others get smart? Where did THEIR clothes come from?! I NEED ANSWERS FRANK!!

Launchpad is always ready to lend a helping hand

HOW DID THE GLOVE FLOAT?! I HAVE SO MANY UNANSWERED QUESTIONS!!!

“The answer was to build a tiny plane and teach a mouse to fly it?” “Yes, I figured that out.”

Is Gadget a rat or a mouse? She looked more mouse-like before she got smartified but Heron called her a rat. EVEN MORE UNANSWERED QUESTIONS! She’s probably a mouse though because that’s what she was in the original show

I don’t know why but I love when people call Launchpad LP. Maybe it’s because he has nicknames for everyone else so him having a nickname is cute

So Steelbeak was in prison in St. Canard. Perhaps he had a run in with a certain terror that flaps in the night? That would be hilarious if the two had met before but now Steelbeak is more focused on Launchpad. That would be a blow to DW’s ego

I kind of feel bad for Steelbeak. Sure he’s dumb but that was uncalled for. No wonder he snapped

“You bird-brained...” Aren’t you ALL bird-brains though? You are birds and you have brains therefore you have bird-brains. That almost feels like it could be a racist comment in this world

“I’M THE RICHEST DUCK IN THE ARCADE!” You were the richest duck in the arcade the moment you walked in

I love when Scrooge gets obsessed with something and loses his goddamn mind

WEBBY YOU CREATED A MONSTER!

“Ticket bin?” “YES!”

322 DAYS WITHOUT AN ACCIDENT. Good for them

Launchpad just LEEROY JENKENS’ed his way in

His hand is as big as Dewey’s HEAD

LP and Steelbeak have great fight dialogue. It reminds me of Megamind and Metro Man

LAUNCHPAD PUSHES DEWEY TO SAFETY! At that point he didn’t even KNOW what the ray did! But he heroically saved his best friend, not matter what would happen to him! WE STAN! 

 This episode cemented my headcanon that Chris Evans would be the perfect human LP

“I SHALL AVENGE YOU, MY FRIEND” 

This scene, the climax, and the end of the episode gave me a theory, but it will have its own post

British accent=smart?

First thing he does is slick back the hair. Classy

“That cad, Steelbeak” We should call more people cads

How did LP fit into that much smaller man’s uniform? Are they extra stretchy? Because I can totally see that being something FOWL would do. It’s practical

“I don’t know what any of those words mean.” Same

“Heavens, you don’t want them to think you don’t know what you’re doing!” My constant struggle

The supersious guy is adorable

“Well, it’s certainly proving to be bad luck FOR YOU!”

KARATE CHOP ACTION

He still calls him Mr McDee. I just think that’s cute

Dear Dewford. Aww

“I won’t let him down again.” AAAAWWWWWWW

“Can’t go out there looking like this.” You can’t fight crime if you ain’t cute (or sexy in LP’s case)

LAUNCHPAD, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER

That is an old-ass phone you got there, LP

Scrooge is 2 for 2 in missing important calls. Probably should turn his ringtone on

Webby is just so done

“Ah yes, you’d like that wouldn’t you, sonny.” God, Scrooge can get downright FERAL

Blink-and-you’ll-miss-it DW cameo. It looks like Drake’s DW. Does he have merch now? Does he get a cute of the sales? Who makes the merch?

WEBBY WILL FUCKING END YOU

Dewey is SO precious this episode. His cute little bounces

“I’m actually afraid and a little dehydrated, this game is AWESOME” GET THAT BOY SOME JUICE STAT

I love when shows realistically portray sound

“No time for a...crash course” YEEEEEAAAAAAAH

How’d he get a grappling hook?

“THAT’S MY PARTNER!” DEWEY LOVES LP SO MUCH!!

“How is he doing this?” The power of sexy? I don’t know either, bro

“There goes your pal LURCH-POUND! HA! You know, because he just got lurched into that POND OVER THERE?!” “That’s technically a bay.” “I’M NOT STUPID!”

“Classic villain lair!” I can appreciate a man who knows what he’s about

Why do villains alway jump INSTANTLY to the world? You gotta take baby steps. Start with a city, then a state, then the tri-state area a country, THEN the world. Gotta pace yourself

“And Uncle Scrooge only gives us like a nickel each week.” Do they do chores to earn that allowance? I mean, probably. Do Donald and Della have to do chores as well? Give them at least a dime, Scrooge!

MORE SEXY LAUNCHPAD! DAMN YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN!

“Waaaaiiiit a minute, is that my suit?!” “It suits me better.” DAMN STRAIGHT IT DOES! LP fills the jacket out

I like Steelbeak adding on his fingers

“Your fancy speak won’t work on me, Dummy-O-Duck. Ha-ha, classic.”

“That was totally my plan the whole time” Sweetie, just...no

“I guess you’re not as smart as *voice crack* ME.” “Not as smart as I.” NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR CORRECTING GRAMMAR!

THEY’RE BACK! AND THE THEME SONG! SO BEAUTIFUL!

Again, I thought Steelbeak’s beak was coming off

I like that Steelbeak went into pray position while being shocked

I’m gonna pretend the Rangers were off on their own adventure the whole time’

“Thanks for the...rescue.” AND GADGET SALUTES BACK AND WINKS! BEAUTIFUL!

“No person could survive being that stupid”

Launchpad, always willing to take one for the team

“There’s so much more I could accomplish! Stop the evil conspiracy out to get us! Solve world hunger! Land a plane!” No matter how smart he is, Launchpad still can’t stick the landing

“Launchpad, why are you overthinking this?” “Because I want to be good enough for you!” SOB

“Of course you’re good enough for me. You’re my best friend.” SOOOOOOOOOOB

“For Dewey, and Duckburg.” He put Dewey first, daaaaawwwww

HIM CATCHING DEWEY AND HOLDING HIM TIGHT TO HIS CHEST?! SO WHOLESOME!!

First thing LP does after things go back to normal? Fix his hair. Hair is very important to your state of mind, I guess

“Was it all a game?” Life is just a game

“Wait until I tell Huey I...YOU beat the game.” AAAAWWWWWW

“I’m not playing with anyone but you.” MY HEART!!!!

Scrooge is so broken. And the ticket to prize ratio, too true

“How much money did you spend to get those tickets?” Don’t play skee ball, kids. It will ruin your life

“I don’t think we should bring you here anymore.” Donald should probably be the one picking you up because Della would TOTALLY get hooked on a game/get too aggressive and I could see Beakley falling into the same trap

The comb just sticks there

The subtitles call him Suave-Pad, I LOVE IT!

“I like purple. A lot. Ha! Man, I’m glad I got that off my chest.” A DW reference or a CODEWORD?

“WARM THEM, YOU OLD FOOL! WAAAAARN THEEEEEM! Oh, dash it all, I’m going for a soak.”

“Restoring your ‘intelligence’ as it were.” BURN

She’s on a first-name basis with him...interesting

“OR ANY KINDS OF RAYS!” No mad sciencing here

“Who’s stupid now?” Gloating is very unbecoming

There are...certain people I wish I could force to shut up like that

His muffled screaming is great

Again, Rubix cube solving proves intelligence

How did he not notice it was wet when he picked it up?

I NEED THE SONG IN FULL SOMEWHERE TO DOWNLOAD

This one was super fun and emotional. I was not expecting this to be the episode that the Rescue Rangers would make their debut in but I’m glad they were here. Dewey and Launchpad’s friendship is so pure and adorable. I almost wish there hadn’t been a b-plot but it was fun. I know other people are upset over Steelbeak/the Rescue Rangers being different but I like them. This show is different from those shows. Steelbeak was repurposed into being Launchpad’s nemesis so he needed to match him. Plus we already have a bunch of smarties in FOWL. And this Steelbeak seems younger and less experienced so it would make sense that he’s not as clever. The Rangers didn’t really change that much from their show, just got a new origin that helps them fit into the world that has already been set up. I think this episode is going in the top 5.

[beyoncesdragon]

50. Questions Tag

i was tagged by my favorite gal @goddamndameron pls never stop tagging me in stuff like this, I loved it🦋

1.) What color is your hairbrush?

Brown, it’s wooden 

2.) Name a food you never eat

liver. never in a million years, may it be  liver pâté, leberkäse, liver sausage...YUK

3.) Are you usually too warm or too cold?

uhm warm, but when I am around cute ppl with sweaters, suddenly very cold;)

4.) What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

laying in my bed, lazily reading some of my WIPs

5.) What’s your favorite candy bar?

Love all chocolate. 

6.) Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

yes, ice hokey and football (oR SoCcEr)

7.) What’s the last thing you said out loud?

“in maybe 45′ yeh?” to my little sister, bc she wants to play w/m and I am a mean bitch and doesn't want to.

8.) What’s your favorite ice cream?

i am in a very serious relationship with ice cream in general, so I don’t mind 

9.) What was the last thing you had to drink?

wo’a (water, sry)

10.) Do you like your wallet?

do I like my...uh. yes? I think? it was a gift from Swarovski so its shinny 

11.) What’s the last thing you ate?

a nectarine and some cherry pie I think

12.) Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

HA I did! a white “The Beatles” pullover and I am in love

13.) What’s the last sporting event you watched?

i dont know

14.) What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

just...salt? very boring ik, but what can I say I am classy trash

15.) Who’s the last person you sent a text to?

my biological dad

16.) Ever go camping?

in the lovely Swiss alps somewhere in Vallis 

17.) Do you take vitamins?

No. 

18.) Do you go to church every Sunday?

I've been to church maybe 3 times for weddings and once for Christmas service and I never enjoyed it. besides, Jesus has given up on me anyways.

19.) Do you have a tan?

a nAtUrAl TaN, I'm half Arab. but I haven't seen the sun recently so not really for my standards 

20.) Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?

Both. literally can’t chose. 

21.) Do you drink soda through a straw?

no, that’s bc I rarely drink soda, mainly for my skin but now I grew to find it too sweet

22.) What color socks do you usually wear?

Black

23.) Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

i dont drive just yet but my mOM...

24.) What terrifies you?

people. no joke, those psychopaths leading countries is utterly terrifying, and the cruelty of humankind never fails to blow my mind. (wow that got dark and deep) 

25.) Look to your left, what to you see?

by babies books and a crystal and a water bottle

26.) What chore do you hate the most?

does cleaning the whole goddamn kitchen count as one chore?

27.) What do you think when you hear an Australian accent? 

Moichael Clifford 

28.) What’s your favorite soda?

rivella? y’all non-swish would never understand though

29.) Do you go in fast food or in the drive through?

since I dont drive, i go in

30.) What’s your favorite number?

8

31.) Who’s the last person you talked to?

my sister, telling her to leave me alone 🥺

32.) Favorite cut of beef?

Filet

33.) Last song you listened to?

Movements by Hozier the elven king 

34.) Last book you read?

The circle by Dave Eggers and fuck I am so disturbed 

35.) Can you say the alphabet backwards?

down to m 

36.) Favorite day of the week?

Saturday I think

37.) How do you like your coffee?

with vanilla or cream or caramel or...

38.) Favorite pair of shoes?

Adidas superstar I think and they are about to fall apart 

39.) Time you normally wake up?

9-10am when I am free

40.) Sunrise or sunsets?

Sunsets

41.) How many blankets on your bed?

uhm. I like many blankets and pillows so uh 3 sorry.

42.) Describe your kitchen plates?

I still live with my parents and my mom chose plates from PIP Studios and they are v cute 

43.) Describe your kitchen at the moment?

beautiful with Moroccan tiles 

44.) Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

“AINT NO LAWS WHEN YOURE DRINKING THE CLAWS” beautifully said by Hannie herself. But maybe Martini (dry) 

45.) Do you play cards?

Sometimes 

46.) What color is your car?

mehp 

47.) Can you change a tire?

Nope

48.) Your favorite state, province, country, etc.?

switzerland is dope. we got chocolate, money and cheese and democracy. try us. but besides...I dont know. I guess every place has its spots 💞

49.) Favorite job you’ve had?

barkeeper! loved it

50.) How did you get your biggest scar?

because i sat on a skateboard behind my neighbor (yes, the cutish one and yes on the same skateboard) and my knee slipped off the board and scrapped over the asphalt and it was nasty as fuck to look at. but we good, it’s worth the memory. 

i tag...whoever wants to do it! tag me tho, I wanna read! maybe @everyonesawhoregrace if u wanna🥺❤️

[damienthepious]

also. also because. i am a gremlin. and i shall die of Emotions and take you with me apparently. ["From yourself?" Amaryllis says, her brow furrowed with worry. "Look, I- I know this is uncomfortable, Arum, but- but I know that you've tried to get Damien to- to-"] to ["If you had managed to convince Damien to do it, it'd be cruel, first of all. He doesn't deserve that kind of guilt weighing on him. And second, again, you would be dead, Arum.] please thank i am lov u

[Pick a short passage from any fanfic I’ve written and send it to me, and I’ll give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet]

you’re not a gremlin you are valid and i love you. that is a LONG PASSAGE THO, so BUCKLE UP. Also cw for discussion of depression, suicide, and suicidal thoughts below the cut. fun times with soft fic! or somethingggg

fun fact before we begin! Originally, this conversation was supposed to happen... before the i-love-you confessions. This was supposed to be broken down before they admitted that they cared for each other romantically, but i was having a shitton of trouble working out the trajectory and the ending of the scene, like, what the actual resolution was, and I couldn’t figure out how to make it work in time when all the other stuff in the chapter was good to go. And THEN it was supposed to happen right after the i-love-yous, but that felt SO busy and SO sloppy, so it kept getting shifted backward-

which wound up being kind of a blessing, i think? because here’s the thing- this scene is TENSE, here, and Rilla pushes pretty hard- but the older version was... kind of a FIGHT. Arum was much more aggressive about it, and there was a line in there for a long time- something like You will be gone this time tomorrow ANYWAY, Amaryllis. What does it matter? And then Rilla had this fucking heartbreaking- Missing you and MOURNING you are not the SAME THING, are you even LISTENING to yourself? and there was just... a lot more harshness to the whole thing. I’m glad it got to settle out, and I’m glad they were in a place to be softer with each other for this. It was too important to me that they addressed this, and i didn’t want it to get waysided.

obviously depression and suicidality aren’t things that have easy fixes, and love is not a Cure for mental illness, but i wanted it to be clear that a) rilla and damien are aware of arum’s non-physical hurts and care about them, too, and b) they are an expansion of Arum’s support network, which is SUPER important when coping with mental illness!

The Keep did the best it could, I think, but when it was just the two of them it was harder for the Keep to know what to do when Arum was deep in a depressive episode, and... well, they have a mental link, right? so I kind of assumed... they might share at least shades of this as well. Arum’s depression gets bad, the Keep is probably not having a good time just then either. Harder to take care of each other while you don’t even know how to take care of yourself. But! the initial point! expanding their collective support system is SO important to learning how to better cope with Arum’s mental illness, which has been running him pretty ragged while his physical injuries had him in traction.

Anyway. ANYWAY. the actual section you requested.

["From yourself?" Amaryllis says, her brow furrowed with worry. "Look, I- I know this is uncomfortable, Arum, but- but I know that you've tried to get Damien to- to-"] The reason why Rilla is leading this conversation is partially because Damien hasn’t fully discussed this with her, mostly out of a concern for... like... not betraying Arum’s trust? What happened between Damien and Arum was between them, and Damien wasn’t comfortable outright blurting that to Rilla. This was one of the ones that doesn’t get told. Not directly at least. Another reason why Damien takes a verbal backseat here is that... well.. he’s already said his piece to Arum on this front. The waters brought you here to live is a pretty definitive statement, yeah?

["What? Wh-what did you tell her?" Arum says, turning towards Damien, and he means to snap but his tone sounds more hurt than furious. Damien only sits, his hands clasped in his lap, his lips pressed tight together. "What did you say, knight?"] And, clearly, Damien’s instincts on that front were right. Arum is mortified by the idea that Damien would have aired his (as Arum thinks of it) weakness, and hopelessness. He’s hurt, that Damien might tell on him when it doesn’t matter because it didn’t happen, and he doesn’t feel that way now so clearly it doesn’t matter-

["He didn't tell me anything, Arum." She shakes her head, angling her body a bit more between them, leaning closer.] Rilla knows him too well by now. Tries to head off that hurt/anger and get them on track.

["Nothing specific, at least, but I'm not stupid. I heard you goading him plenty of times, and he said you told him about your- your work before we left, and he said that if he killed you then, it wouldn't have been a slaying and really there's only one way to interpret that evidence-" she pauses, cringes, bites her lip. "You tried to get Damien to kill you."] “it wouldn’t have been a slaying” was always a particular... phrasing that hurt me, i guess you could say.

[Arum freezes, his mouth going dry.] Arum does not like being confronted with his own weaknesses, as he sees them. He especially doesn’t want Amaryllis of all people to know about this- bad enough that Damien had to know.

["I don't know if it was because of guilt or- or depression or panic about the trip or what, but- but I already told you, Arum. I didn't put in all this hard work just for you to die. Just for you to throw all of it away-"] It was, in all honestly, a combination of these factors. Which is part of why Arum continues to panic. he’s still not really used to being seen, especially not in such a vulnerable way.

["I am home, Amaryllis," he manages in a whisper. "You brought me home. There will certainly be no reason for me to- to endanger myself now."] When you’re suicidal, it’s kind of hard to imagine what it’s like to not be suicidal. When you’re out of one of those valleys, it’s kind of hard to remember how deep they can feel. he doesn’t want to think about it. he’s happy right now. he has more than he could have ever dreamed possible, so it’s really hard for him to conceptualize that moment, right now. It’s hard, and it hurts.

["No?" she says weakly. "There wasn't any reason for you to try to goad Damien into killing you back in the hut, either, Arum, but you did it anyway."] no reasons that make sense outside of Depression Brain, at least.

["I-" Arum glances away again, his hand flexing, but she reaches out and takes one of his hands, squeezing tight. His eyes flick to Sir Damien, sitting quiet though his worried eyes are fixed on the pair of them. "I- that was- different-"] He has SUCH a hard time articulating this. Combine that with the fact that he really HATES talking about it. Lizard is having a panic.

["Different how, Arum?"] Rilla is pushing really hard, here, for good reason. She’s terrified that he might pull something after they leave. she hasn’t been away from him barely at ALL in MONTHS, and now she knows he’s suicidal, which is compounding the terror she already has about leaving him. She wants to protect him, from other monsters, from knights, from himself if she needs to. She loves him and she wants him to be safe and happy and if she needs to gently bully him through an uncomfortable conversation then by the fucking saints-

["I did not want you to endanger yourself for me, Amaryllis," he hisses, turning towards her with his tail thrashing. "You- you make the world less cruel, by your actions, your choices, your existence. The both of you. You try, if nothing else, and for you to leap to action and danger for my sake is- was-"] And he breaks. That was the real kicker of it, y’know? She found out that he needed to go home for his Keep and she buckled down, for him, after he had just been confronted with evidence of his former work and the ways it had directly harmed a human he loves. How could he possibly feel like he deserved that sort of care, that sort of consideration? How could he allow her to risk her own safety to get him home? He failed the Keep, he failed her, he failed himself-

in that moment, he was utterly certain that it was better for him to simply set them ALL back in their places. Amaryllis might be unhappy that he was gone, but it would be precisely the same hurt that she would have when she left him at home anyway, wouldn’t it? (pro-tip: No It Wouldn’t) Damien would simply return to being the knight he was always meant to be, and the Keep could grow a new familiar, unburdened by his distant, useless weight (pro-tip: No They Wouldn’t). And there would be no more risk to any of them for his sake. 

[She stares up into his eyes, her hand clasped tight around his wrist, and he clenches his teeth and pretends that his throat is not aching.] It is so hard to explain this to her. Especially while he is... currently fairly distant from the feeling. He’s keyed up, emotionally, because of his renewed proximity to the keep, and because of the giddiness of newly-admitted love. Literally everything feels like A Lot, right now. but this? next level distress.

["If helping me destroyed you, it would be the worst of cruelties I have inflicted upon this world. And I, Amaryllis, have inflicted more than my share of cruelties already."] ouch. I feel like i’ve already unpacked this so just. ouch.

["So you try to take yourself out of the picture instead? Arum-"] She’s horrified. She understands the particularities of Damien’s anxiety by now, how bad that can get, but Arum’s been pretty internal with his own mental health stuff and whatever hints she’s been catching have been somewhat obscured as possibly just... responses to the physical trauma? Him being actively suicidal when he was basically out of the woods physically is... hard for her to cope with.

["The little knight did not bite when provoked regardless, so I hardly see how it matters," Arum growls, and in his periphery he sees Damien flinch, his head ducking.] oh poor Damien. Thinking about how close he actually did come, to ‘biting’

[Amaryllis' grip on his wrist tightens. "You do know that's not comforting, right?] It’s really not. Putting the onus on Damien like that- god, fuck. [It matters because I- because we love you, and because if you die, Arum, you'll be dead. Even if you were trying to protect us in some roundabout way-"] back when this scene was placed before the i-love-yous, that line was “It matters because I- because I care about you,” for... obvious reasons. Rilla, unsurprisingly, is about as bad as Damien is, at hiding her feelings once she admits to them the first time.

[Arum flinches, and she pauses, pressing her lips together for a moment as she visibly chooses a different phrasing.] She knows him well enough by now to understand that he’s flinching because saying that it was altruistic to want to protect him... she knows she shouldn’t push against that.

["If you had managed to convince Damien to do it, it'd be cruel, first of all. He doesn't deserve that kind of guilt weighing on him. And second, again, you would be dead, Arum.] It would be cruel. I think about Rilla’s assessment of Damien from Treacherous Heart sometimes, about the potential deadliness of real guilt for Damien... if he really broke in that moment and loosed that arrow- it would have destroyed him. Especially at that point, when he cared about Arum, even if he didn’t have any proper context to fit that care into, and when he knows how much this creature means to Rilla- RILLA’S heartbreak if she had to come back to that- to that? when she thinks she’s coming back to pack him up for home? when she knows that she loves Arum but is forcing herself to ignore it and push it down and away? Arum killing himself by Damien’s hand in that moment would have destroyed all of them, in a way. but! hey, that’s not the kind of fic i write, yeah? oof. I just think about what-if’s a lot and make myself sad.

Rilla’s emphasis on the kind of hyper-obvious here is... deliberate, also. if you died you’d be dead is something of a redundant statement, duh, but also like... the permanent consequences of a temporary state of mind are fucking important, and Rilla needs to make sure that he understands what he nearly did, and why it matters, and why she’s SCARED for him.

anyway this was a whole fuck of a lot. i hope any of this is interesting or enjoyable and not just. heavy. whoops.

[whumping-every-day]

Gabriel Part Three!

Four days after I promised it, here is the third part of my Gabriel series. Gabriel bonds with his mistress, and finally gets some TLC. 

Tags: Pet names, comfort (creepy? or soft? who knows), its bathtime babes, poor boy is flinchy but Maria is very gentle

Masterlist 

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It was warm, here. Everything was warm, not just the water in the bathtub. It was also his Mistress’s eyes, and his Master’s smile, and their hands as they helped him into the bath, and Maria’s palm as she stroked his hair. Everything was warm, and suddenly Gabriel ached for it, like he’d never ached for anything.

“Can you manage this part on your own? Or would you like some help?” Gabriel drew in a short breath at the question, hesitated, ducked his head. In the end he could only offer a timid nod, lifting ashamed blue eyes to his mistress.

“H-help…? Please, Mistress…?” He expected - Gabriel didn’t know what he expected. But it wasn’t for Maria to just nod, like helping her new pet bathe wasn’t an inconvenience. Gabriel bit his lip. He wanted to be good for them, and a good pet was supposed to do these things themselves. But his Mistress did not hesitate.

“Of course, sweetheart. Stefan, do you mind…”

“Yeah. I’ll start warming something up,” Stefan answered. His Master seemed to know what was happening long before Gabriel did, and Stefan pushed away from where he was leaning against the doorframe. Gabriel couldn’t help but flinch, just minutely, because the man was so large… even unintentionally he filled the doorway, made the whole room feel his presence. “Gabriel, when was the last time you ate something?” It was like Gabriel’s brain skipped a beat in response, and he had gone deathly still under the weight of the man’s attention. “U-um-” Food had been so sporadic, with his former owner... “M-maybe – maybe three days ago, Master?” He didn’t sound very sure, and Gabriel shrunk in on himself. “I’m – I’m sorry.” It wasn’t a proper answer, but Master just fixed him with a long, assessing look, before nodding.

“Alright. Something easy on the stomach it is, then.” And then the man was gone, and Gabriel blinked after him for a long moment, utterly perplexed. There had to be a catch somewhere, amidst all of this. There had to be a catch.

“I’m afraid this may sting a little,” his Mistress said, and Gabriel jumped, abruptly refocusing on the present. His Mistress was holding a washcloth and a bar of soap, and he bowed his head meekly.

“Yes, Mistress.” Gabriel understood the promise of coming pain for what it was, although he was not sure how it would be dealt out. Still, he accepted it without pause. If they were going to mold him into the perfect pet, then they would have to hurt him. They had to know how well he could handle pain, and what kinds of pain were the most effective. Gabriel was ready. He would learn.

“I am not going to hurt you, little one.” His Mistress’s voice was soft as she sank down beside the tub, but Gabriel just dipped his head a little lower, gaze fixed on his knees. The water swirled warm and soothing around his abused muscles, distorting the sight of his bruised knees. He did not respond. She would hurt him, they both would, and Gabriel would submit to it when they did.

There was a slight pause, but his Mistress didn’t push. “Alright. Try to hold still for me.”

The woman moved slowly as she washed him, and Gabriel twitched just a little when the cloth first made contact. Her touch was gentle as she ran the sopping wet fabric over his skin, and even though it twinged in places where there were open cuts, she never lingered or pressed down. Gabriel waited for her to start scrubbing at his sore skin, or for her fingers to dig into his broken ribs. She had warned that this would sting, after all, and Gabriel was prepared. But the seconds kept ticking by, and the pain did not come.

The simple experience of being touched without violence was completely alien, and Gabriel was trembling weakly just from the shock of it. The cloth was textured, a strange combination of soft-rough-soft, and it raised goosebumps in its wake. At every moment, he was sure the peace would end. His Mistress ran the cloth up to his neck, wetting the skin that was scarred and raw from his old collar. Gabriel had worn that collar for his whole life, as long as he could remember… until Master – or, no. Until his former Master had cut it off that morning. His new Mistress hesitated as her fingers grazed the deepest scarring, a raised welt around the back of his neck, and Gabriel flinched.

“Sorry,” she murmured, and Gabriel glanced up at her in shock. Maria met his eyes for a long moment, and they were such a warm brown, and so gentle and sincere, it took his breath away. “Do these hurt?” His Mistress didn’t touch the scars again, but she did wet the cloth and squeeze some water out over the side of his neck, sending rivets of water down his shoulders and shivers down his spine.

“N-no, Mistress,” he whispered. “Just itches a little.”

“Hmm.” His Mistress only nodded, and she repeated the motion with the cloth a few times, then reached for the soap. “Back with your old… owner. Were you ever allowed to take the collar off?”

Gabriel winced, and his throat ached and burned in memory. “No, Mistress.”

His Mistress made another one noncommittal noise, which Gabriel was quickly coming to understand meant that she had heard and understood, but was still thinking about how to respond.

“How long did you have it on, before today?” The cloth ran carefully, ever so gently across the nape of his neck, and Gabriel shuddered, automatically tipping his head forward to bare the patch of skin.

“I – I d-don’t remember, Mistress. I was very young when he - when it was put on.” Gabriel frowned, his fingers curling inwards nervously. “I was – small, I think.” It had been more than years, he knew. Or it had been… many years. His neck felt bare without it, sensitive and exposed.

The cloth paused at his answer, but then it resumed, just as carefully as before. “I see.” These new masters of his, Gabriel thought, were very good at hiding whether they were pleased or displeased. It was terrifying. He couldn’t tell if his Mistress was happy with the news, or if it had angered her, somehow.

Either way, there was only silence for a few more minutes, and Gabriel focused on breathing and controlling his twitching as Mistress tenderly dabbed the washcloth around the ring of scars. The deepest of them were old, but they were red and irritated from the friction of the leather.

“These will fade with time,” she murmured. “And I think I have some cream to help speed up the process. It should make it less itchy, too.”

The words were said without any malice, but they still made Gabriel’s stomach go cold. He hadn’t considered that the scars might make him undesirable – but then, of course they would. They were marks dealt by someone else. They were a reminder to his new masters that Gabriel hadn’t always been theirs. “I – I’m sorry,” he whispered, before he could help himself. The cloth paused, and Gabriel bit his lip harshly.

“Oh, darling… what could you have to be sorry about?”

“I – I’m-” All of a sudden, Gabriel’s throat felt tight, and he hunched his shoulders. He thought of the beautiful décor in the house, the way everything shone, shiny and golden and new. Then looked down at his arms, and at the bruises and scars. He thought of his neck, and the inescapable evidence his last master had left on his skin. “I’m… marked. I d-don’t, I don’t look nice, I’m not – not pretty.” He wanted to be a good pet for his new masters. But it hadn’t even occurred to him that there were some things they simply could not correct – like physical defects. His neck wasn’t even the worst of it.

“Gabriel.” He jumped at the sound of his Mistress’s voice, breaking through the fog. “Look at me, please. All the way, that’s it.” Gabriel dragged his eyes up, and he flinched when a hand appeared in his line of vision. But all it did was tip his chin up the rest of the way. “That’s it. Listen to me, sweet boy.” The hand was gentle, and the pad of her thumb traced tenderly over a yellowing bruise. “It doesn’t matter to me how you look. And you don’t have to be pretty for us. I don’t know-” Maria broke off, just for a moment, and Gabriel only blinked up at her, waiting patiently for his Mistress to gather her thoughts. “I don’t need you to be pretty,” she repeated. She smiled softly, and for a moment, Gabriel saw a hint of sadness in her eyes – almost like what he’d seen in Stefan’s expression before. “All we want is for you to be honest with us, and to try your best. No more. Can you do that?”

Gabriel inhaled sharply, and it was then that he realized he had stopped breathing at some point. He nodded quickly, and suddenly there was moisture in his eyes, clogging the back of his throat. He sniffed wetly, and he shuddered as she cupped his cheek, leaning into it shamelessly. “P-please. Please.”

Maria just nodded, like that was all she’d needed to hear. “Alright,” she agreed simply. “Then I don’t want you to worry. Not about these…” She traced the scars around his throat lightly, and Gabriel whined softly. “Or this.” Her touch drifted lower, against a raised welt of a scar on his upper arm. Gabriel’s breath hitched. “I don’t want you to worry about any of it. You’re going to be wonderful, little one.” Gabriel closed his eyes for a moment to keep in the wetness, and when he opened them his Mistress was watching, just waiting. She quirked an eyebrow when he met her eyes and offered a soft smile. “Okay?”

Okay. As if it could be that easy. As if they wouldn’t get tired of him, or take their anger out on him, or feel ashamed at having someone else’s old, discarded toy for a pet. But – if he was very lucky, and if he could stay on his best behavior… maybe it could be simple. Maybe he could try his best, and they would be gentle with him. At least until he inevitably messed up and broke a rule, or made a mistake. But his Mistress had said it, so that meant it had to be true, right?  

“Y-yes, Mistress,” Gabriel whispered, and his voice wobbled. He could not control his scars, and he could not erase the damage his last master had dealt. He couldn’t offer her a blank slate to mold, like his Mistress deserved. But if she would allow him to try anyway… then maybe he could still be good for her. For both of them. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Maria just hummed softly, and she released his jaw to pat his head again. The motion was entirely foreign in its gentleness, and in its casualness. Gabriel knew that it was undeserved, but that didn’t mean he wanted it to stop. His former master had liked to yank on his hair, but he’d never petted it.

“We still need to wash your hair,” she murmured, as if the touch had reminded her. Gabriel could feel the grease and accumulated filth weighing his hair down, and he winced slightly in agreement. He couldn’t remember the last time it had been clean. “Can you lean back for me, please?”

“Yes Mistress.” Gabriel nodded obediently, and he uncrossed his legs and let himself drop back further in the tub. She could push him under like this, Gabriel knew, but he went anyway. If she decided to test his limits then he would go, without protest or struggle. But he hoped that she wouldn’t, and already he could tell that that hope was dangerous.

His breath shortened as he tipped his head back, fully submerged except for his face. He could taste his own helplessness. She could push him under and hold him down, it would be effortless – a hand moved in the corner of his eye, and Gabriel gulped in a panicked breath and held it simply on instinct. But he stayed put, and those hands were forgiving as they slid into his hair. The breath was unsteady as he let it out, and his Mistress just smiled faintly and started to rub her fingers through his dark curls.

The feeling was – terrifying. Wonderful. Alien. It was like being petted, but better, because this way she could scrub her nails over his scalp. It was like nothing he could remember, and Gabriel felt that fragile sensation in his chest expand and pulse, almost to the point of pain. He didn’t realize he was crying till he felt something wet trickle down his cheek. It happened again, then again, and Gabriel sniffed softly. His Mistress just murmured something to him, indiscernible from above the water, and Gabriel couldn’t help but let his gaze linger, wide-eyed and wondering. His Mistress had no need to do this herself, nor any need to handle him so softly. And yet here she was, doing both.

By the time she reached for the shampoo, Gabriel was lost in a haze of shock and awe. The simple act of being cared for was like a physical thing, and it made something tug and pull in his chest. It was like his Mistress had sunk a hook deep into his naval, and each run of her fingernails against his scalp was another pull. He was breathless with it.

“Now rinse,” she instructed when she was finished, and Gabriel sank back into the water like his strings had been cut.

By the time Maria was done with the conditioner, Gabriel was sleepy. That was bad, he knew, but it was like the information was distant, unimportant. His skin was clean for the first time in months, and it made the bruises stand out in higher definition, made his cheeks look even more hollow. But Gabriel’s attention was only on his Mistress, and there was something reverent in his eyes.

“Okay. Done,” his Mistress declared. “You can sit up, sweetheart.”

Gabriel’s whole body felt like jelly, even the parts that ached. But he pushed himself to sit obediently, shivering as the cool air met wet skin. The water around him had turned an awful, murky brown, and his Mistress seemed to notice it right as he did.

“Hmm. Maybe one more rinse, then we’ll get you out of there. Sound okay?” Gabriel was so lost in his head, he jumped when he realized she expected a response.

“O-oh – Yes, Mistress.” Maria bit her lip, and her expression was fond.

“Okay.” She pulled the plug, and waited till it was halfway drained before turning the water on again. “I am going to go grab you a towel, and some clothes. How about you wash up whatever I missed, and rinse. I’ll be right back.” Which essentially meant that Gabriel should wash the areas that were meant to be private. Gabriel understood the offer for what it was, and he was grateful.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Once he was alone, Gabriel did as he was told, before dunking himself under one last time. Even the new water was starting to turn grey, and Gabriel frowned at it, but he reached out to turn the tap off. This was a lot of warm water to waste on him…

“All done in there?” Maria knocked softly on the bathroom door, even though it had never been closed all the way, and Gabriel jumped.

“Y-yes, Mistress.” When the door swung open, Maria was holding two fluffy white towels, and a bundle of clothes. She set the latter on the counter, before shaking out one of the towels.

Getting him out of the tub was easy; Gabriel’s legs were shaky, but he was more than capable of standing on his own. The towels were very soft, and the pants were even softer. His Mistress helped to pat him dry, before handing over the pants. Gabriel had to cinch the waist to make them stay up, but they did, which he hoped was good enough.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror as he straightened, and Gabriel froze. Was… was that really him? The figure staring back at him was gaunt and battered, and the bruises bloomed like dark flowers, staining his torso and traveling down the length of his arms, up to his throat and around his sides. His ribs were a solid mess of black and purple, not even interspersed with clear skin. He could see the way one of his collarbones was crooked from not healing right, and his left eye was swollen and bloodshot. His lip was scabbed, and there was an old scrape still healing at his temple. He looked like a rabid stray, pulled straight off the streets.

“Gabriel?” The voice had him jumping back in fright, and Gabriel’s back hit the far wall with a dull whump. “Whoa, hey. It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s just me.” If his Mistress was at all effected by his gruesome appearance, she didn’t show it. Gabriel could see his scars in the mirror, even in his periphery.

Maria lifted a hand cautiously, and she waited till Gabriel’s eyes had flitted from the floor to her hand, then briefly to her face, and then back down, before stepping forward. “I brought something to wrap your ribs with. There’s not much else I can do to speed the process, but it’ll at least give them some support.”

There it was again, Gabriel thought; a statement or sentence that seemed to be spoken to him, but didn’t include an instruction or a command. His Mistress’s voice was gentle, but the lack of clear direction was starting to itch under Gabriel’s skin. It made him anxious, made him antsy. He needed to know what they wanted if he wanted to be good… but so far, they were not like his former owner. They weren’t simply telling him. In the end he just ducked his head again in another nod, and murmured a quick “y-yes Mistress.”

“Sit down, please. Can you lift your arms for me – not too high, don’t hurt yourself. There you go.” Maria was careful while she wrapped sterile white bandages around his midsection, covering the worst of the bruising, and then followed it up with a layer of medical tape. Gabriel just held still, and tried not to get in the way. He didn’t mind just being still and pliant and letting Mistress move him as she pleased. It was safe. It was familiar. “All done.”

Gabriel glanced down at his torso at the words, and took in a slow, experimental breath. It still ached, like it had ever since he’d been dealt the injuries. But when he twisted slightly, things in his midsection seemed to jostle and slide around less.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he murmured dutifully.

“Of course.” His Mistress hesitated, and after a moment she reached out to take one of his hands. Gabriel jumped, but he didn’t pull away. “I know that you don’t understand yet.” Maria shook her head. “But I – we, Stefan and I – we don’t want you to hurt anymore. We want to help you heal.” The words only earned a perplexed frown, and a tightening of Gabriel’s shoulders as he tensed. He’d perked up just a little at the mention of what his masters wanted ­– but in the end, it only seemed like more riddles.

“I – I’m not hurt now, Mistress…” And he wasn’t, not really. They’d let him bathe, they’d treated his injuries, they hadn’t caused any new damage - they’d been practically benevolent with him. Gabriel twisted his fingers in his lap, chewing on his lower lip. He didn’t know if that had been the right thing to say, but all his response garnered was a long moment of silence, and a quiet, weary sigh.

“Right.” It sounded…  resigned? Gabriel couldn’t make sense of it. But then his Mistress was briskly picking back up where they’d left off. “I wrapped your ribs, but they’re going to hurt for a few weeks. I want you to take these-” The woman held out three white pills in her palm, and Gabriel blanched, but he did take them. “-take these, and then we’ll get you something to eat.” The glass of water was retrieved and refilled, and Gabriel abruptly remembered that he was still very thirsty.

They could make him take any drugs they wanted; Gabriel knew that already. If he tried to resist, they would starve him out, then drug his food, or just put it in a needle. So there was no point. He had thrown himself at his new master’s mercy already, and he could only continue to do so. The pills went down with a few greedy gulps of water, and it was almost worth it for Maria’s satisfied smile.  

“Good boy. Let’s finish getting you dressed.” The shirt was almost his size, which Gabriel was mildly surprised by – but it made sense when he pulled it on and laid eyes on the pink cat with sunglasses emblazed on the front. This was his Mistress’s shirt, not Stefan’s. Gabriel bit his lip and didn’t say a word. “This is all we had that would fit. Stefan’s clothes are way too big.” His Mistress seemed borderline uncomfortable, and Gabriel flinched and lowered his eyes. In his experience, discomfort in his masters usually ended with them lashing out to reassert control.

Instead, something soft settled around his shoulders, and Gabriel blinked at the long, fuzzy house robe in confusion.

“This is for you,” his Mistress informed. “Someone at your weight will get cold very easily. So, this is yours. Keep it, and if you’re ever still cold, let me know, ‘kay?” Gabriel blinked, bemused and a little lost. Maria noted the confusion, and something more determined seemed to flash behind her eyes. “Let me rephrase, sweetheart. My mission is your recovery, and I will not have you getting a cold on top of everything. If you are chilly, you are to inform me, or my brother. Understood?”

Gabriel gulped at the shift in tone, and he nodded quickly, trying to radiate docility. “Y-yes, Mistress.” It was a strange rule, but he would follow it without question. And, oddly enough, simply having a rule was calming. His Mistress nodded in approval at his agreement, before grabbing the towel from the sink.

“Good. Now just let me just squeeze your hair dry. You’ll catch a chill that way.”  

Everything, Gabriel thought distantly, everything about this place was strange. But he just stood still while his Mistress squeezed the water out of his dark curls. His hair was getting long, Gabriel noted… perhaps they would have it cut. Or maybe not; his former master had liked to have something to yank him around by, after all. But his Mistress wasn’t grabbing or yanking, and when she was finished Gabriel felt better. He felt clean, like he wasn’t just a filthy animal that had been dragged out of its cage.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he whispered as she set the towel aside. Like this, face to face, Gabriel was only a little shorter than her, and he shrunk away a little as he realized. He should be on his knees for her, not standing so close he could smell her perfume.

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart,” she murmured as she put the bandages under the sink. “But you’re welcome. And I hope – I want you to believe it, someday. When we say we’re going to take care of you.” She offered him her hand and another one of those warm smiles, and Gabriel stared for a moment, but he could do nothing but take it.

Her palm was soft against his.

There was so much warmth here, in this house, in this family. This was a place where the two people that lived there cared about each other. Gabriel had never seen anything like it, and that made him wary. It couldn’t possibly last for long. He would test their patience eventually… even when he tried to be good, he always made his masters angry.

But there wasn’t anything he could do about that. Still… maybe if he could figure out what they wanted quickly enough, and if he could learn their rules… maybe he could delay the dropping of the other shoe. Just for a little bit.

And in the meantime, Gabriel was going to soak up every scrap of kindness they decided to toss his way.

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Captain’s Biggest Weakness - Levi Ackerman’s Love Story, Part 2

“Where is she?” growled Eren, furiously pacing back and forth. “It’s been all day!”

“She’ll be alright, you shouldn’t worry about her,” comforted him Armin, who was concerned about his friend not eating all day long.

Mikasa was sitting with the others at the table. They were all having a joyful conversation, but her focus was elsewhere.

“Would you two knock it off? She’s a big girl, she can handle herself. Eren, come and have something for dinner, please!” she begged.

Eren gave up looking through the window with the hopes of catching a glance of Vee and sat in front of the huge table, filled with various dishes. They were all prepared in celebration of the first day of the trainees’ program, yet he couldn’t find any of them appetizing. Captain Levi had made Vee do six hundred push-ups which Eren knew were an impossible task for her. She wouldn’t be able to do more than one hundred before she crashed onto the ground. While Eren couldn’t eat a single bite, the captain was peacefully sipping his tea at the other side of the table, not minding anyone’s presence, except his own thoughts.

Suddenly, Eren heard someone calling his name. He almost thought it was inside his own head, but then he noticed that others heard it, too.

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“Eren! Eren, can you hear me? Could you open the door, please? I don’t think my hands are working,” I yelled from the other side.

I had successfully entered the mansion and I gotta tell you, those huge doors seemed heavier to push than ever. Maybe it was because I had entirely lost the strength of my arms. I felt my muscles burning, yet I could barely move them. It took me more than 6 hours to complete the task. I had taken breaks between them and although I had been training for so long, I knew that six hundred push-ups was something even a well-trained guy would find difficult achieving. And yet, I had done all of them. S-i-x-h-u-n-d-r-e-d.

The door to the kitchen, however, was impossible to push. Not because it was any heavier than the previous ones, it’s just that my hands had given up on me.

I heard Eren’s footsteps. He rushed me inside the kitchen.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s here. Have you completed the task I gave you?” asked captain Levi. That dark smirk was on his face again.

“Yes, sir,” I responded. My voice was shaking and I could sense Eren’s grip tightening around me. I knew he was getting mad.

I realized captain Levi hadn’t looked me in the eyes since I first met him outside the mansion. He wasn’t even looking at me now! He was blankly staring at his cup of tea with steam coming out of it.

“Hm, good. Sit down, have something to eat,” he said, in a surprisingly calm way.

Eren sat me down next to him.

“Here, let me feed you. Your hands must be shaking,” he said and stuffed a huge spoon with rice inside my mouth. He wasn’t wrong. I really couldn’t move them. 

Although I was finally inside where everything was warm and my arms were resting, I couldn’t help myself but wonder - was I that repulsive to him that he couldn’t even look me in the eyes and acknowledge my existence?

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“WAKEY, WAKEY, SLEEPY HEADS! TIME TO FIND OUT HOW TO KICK SOME TITAN ASS!” I heard Connie yelling outside in the hallway while knocking on each and every bedroom door.

He was a sweet guy - Connie. I barely knew him since I’d only met him several days ago, but I knew he had a kind heart. However, I wanted to kill him for waking us up so early.

The past week had been terrible. I cannot explain what captain Levi had put me through. While everyone else had been given tasks such as running a mile, doing a hundred sit-ups, carrying weights and fitting gear, the second day I had been made to run all day long, the third I had to carry everyone’s bags (which were even heavier than the weights others were given) and the thing I hated the most - I had to hold a long stick with two buckets filled with sand on each side. 

And on top of that, I had to do it while standing on a lever IN THE MIDDLE OF A LAKE. Of course, I couldn’t do it, I’d fail every time and fall into the lake.

I have no idea why he hated me so much. Was he that petty? Making me do so many unnecessary things just to punish me for one sentence? I hated him, yet I have to admit - I enjoyed looking at him.

Even though he put me through such useless labor just to teach me a lesson, I found myself staring at him every moment possible. The way his hair was occasionally covering his blue eyes, his slim and fit physique with a shirt showing the perfect form of his muscles.

And the mystery - maybe this was the most attractive thing about him. You could never figure out what he was thinking. He’d always look a bit bored, a bit annoyed and that made you want to prove yourself to him.

I could leave the training camp at any moment. Nobody was forcing me to do any of this. Yet, I wanted to prove myself to him. Show the captain that I was worthy.

Many days had passed and most of them repeated themselves - others doing normal tasks, me - doing practically the impossible.

It was the middle of the night and I couldn’t fall asleep. I barely slept at the camp because I was too worried about the following day. I decided to go to the kitchen and make myself some tea.

I was wearing nothing but my night gown, which (to be exact) wasn’t the most appropriate wear, yet I didn’t think much of it, because it was way past everyone’s bedtime. Nobody could possible be awake at this early hour. The following day we would have been trying the vertical maneuvering equipment, so nobody wanted to be tired for that.

As I was making tea, I thought I heard footsteps behind me. I cannot explain how terrified I was of the idea of someone seeing me like this. It could have been Connie, Marco or even Eren. Gosh, I really wished it wasn’t Eren, I would have been so embar-

“What... are you doing?” asked captain Levi completely startled.

I wanted to die. I tried covering myself with my hands, but that did nothing. He was standing several steps away from me, entirely still. He didn’t move a muscle and for the first time ever I could see something other than boredom or annoyance in his eyes. He looked absolutely shocked.

“I’m so sorry, Captain, I never even thought that someone would be awake at this early hour, I-”

Captain Levi took off the jacket he was wearing and threw it at me.

“Please, put this on,” he said. The moment I covered myself his face went back to normal... He was annoyed again. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I don’t usually sleep well. Tea helps!” I said jokingly, trying to cheer both of us up a little. His expression didn’t change. He sat at the table and opened up a book, as if nothing happened.

Suddenly, I got extremely mad. He had been torturing me for weeks, treating me like garbage and now entirely disregarding the situation. He could’ve said that it was at least okay, that I shouldn’t worry.

My anxiety was piling up. I couldn’t contain my tears.

“Captain,” I started sobbing. I hated myself for being so emotional and weak. “Can I ask you... Why do you treat me so badly?”

I felt utterly scared. I couldn’t believe I had asked him this. I was so screwed. I knew he’d kick me out of the camp the following morning.

Yet, for my surprise, he didn’t even look at me. Was I interesting to him only when I wasn’t wearing much clothing?

Anger started building up inside me once again.

“LEVI, AM I THAT DISGUSTING TO YOU? AM I THAT WEAK AND PATHETIC?”

 The captain instantly stood up and started walking towards me. Was he... going to hit me? I expected everything from him. Instead, he pushed me against the wall and hit its bricks as hard as he could right next to my face. He looked fierce.

“Pathetic? Disgusting?” he asked with a cold voice. “Haven’t you learned anything?”

I could feel his breath on my skin. I was shaking. I felt so terrified of him, yet I wanted to... kiss Levi? What was I even thinking, what is wrong with me? He’s a lot older than I am and he’s our future captain, but still I had never felt more drawn to another human being.

His eyes were piercing. He was leaning towards me and our faces were almost touching.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” I sighed. “I never wanted to make you mad.”

“Don’t you understand... Everything I’ve done, I did it to make you stronger... I... I can’t explain it,” he said.

I felt confused. What was he saying?

“The minute I saw you I knew I had to protect you. I had to teach you everything I knew, and my whole life all I’ve known is... pain. I learned from it, it taught me. And it made me stronger.”

He was panting, I could feel the heat coming out of his body.

“But why me? I’m nothing more than anyone else,” I asked quietly.

“I think I feel something for you that I haven’t felt for a long time before.”

My heart started racing. Captain Levi had feelings for me? I was going crazy.

“Kiss me, then.”

I can’t believe I said something like this. Goodbye, training camp.

And yet, he leaned even closer - our lips were almost touching and I could sense the smell of his skin when he suddenly pulled back.

“No,” he responded.

I was absolutely confused and even more embarrassed.

“But, but... Why?” I asked.

“I can’t let myself. I’ve too many enemies that always manage to find my weaknesses. And unfortunately, you’ve become one of them.”

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tbh that whole “you need to learn the rules to know how to break them” mantra is such shit in a way? the people I’ve met who learned the “rules” of music are so utterly consumed by the rules that they are terrified to break them and pride themselves on having memorized the “Correct Way” to learn an art form that is almost entirely emotional? and w writing like. you have people who actually studied writing in an academic setting making the most miserably unreadable drek to ever exist..........like i give myself so much crap abt my visual art bc I don’t know what the rules of art actually are but I feel like art is ruined for so many people by the idea that there’s a way to Properly understand it before you can Really do it and it’s just kinda like. obviously it depends on the kind of art u in particular want to make but maybe its..........completely subjective and 90% of it comes from genuine passion and continued practice.......like idk how comfortable i am with the idea of turning art into academic achievement jdjddj seems kinda like we for real shouldn’t have rules bc that’s not the point

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Rose u r killing me with those titanic au tags like where do I sacrifice my soul for that fic

NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ASDJFAKJSDF!!! I have so much story for this plot I spent 4 hours after i woke up yesterday not moving from my bed and just playing out everything in my head! Like the whole film start to finish.

Like, for a start, so we can keep the angel nickname, the “rich” are known as angels and the “poor” are known as demons.  Aziraphale is travelling to the US with Gabriel who he’s being forced to marry to save his highly uncaring family from turning to demons. He knows they don’t care for his feelings but he’s good and kind will do it even if he is the outsider of the family, never acting as “angel” as they want him to. 

He’s up on the top deck looking back at England far off in the distant, letting out a very depressed sigh, when a flash of red catches his eye and he looks down to the lower deck to see what was obviously a demon in that get up, sauntering around through the crowds, his red hair catching in the sunlight.  His heart beat skips, and suddenly Gabriel is at his side, taking his arm and forcibly moving him back inside, something about there being a gym on board that he wanted Aziraphale to go to why they’re here to get him to lose the gut, and Aziraphale takes one panicked glance back at the demon who is looking up at him, before he’s pulled too far away and looses sight.

Days later, Crowley is lounging around on a deck chair in the middle of the night, staring up at the clear starry sky, wondering about that sweet faced angel he saw, when suddenly hurried footsteps rush past behind him along with terrified upset muttering. He swings around on the chair and looks behind him, to see that same angel hurriedly walking past towards the back of the ship.  It takes him a few seconds to decide but he gets up and follows him. When he catches up the angel is standing the other side of railings, holding on to them behind him and leaning right over the edge of the ship.

Crowley asks probably too angrily than it should sound what the hell the angel thinks he’s doing.  Aziraphale whips his head to the side to see the demon he spotted days ago standing against the rails and glaring at him. He begins to stutter, panicking, telling him to please go away, but the tears down his face only make Crowley go closer, and suddenly he’s standing right next to him, albeit on the right side of the railing.

“You really don’t want to jump into that water.”

Despite his distraught state Aziraphale couldn’t help but scoff. “I don’t believe you know what I want, dear.” Crowley raises his eyebrows at the term but says nothing more, “Please,” Aziraphale begs him, “P-please I can’t do this anymore, I can’t I...I get escape it. I can’t say no, and I can’t be who they want, I feel like....like I’m falling, so I might as well just fall.”

“You can’t fall, angel.”

Crowley then begins to remove his boots, and his jacket, and suddenly Aziraphale tears have stopped and he does a double take as he watches this demon undress right next to him.

“What in heavens name are you-”

“Because if you fall, I do, cos I’m not going to be able to live with myself if I just watch you go knowing I couldn’t stop you.”

He starts climbing over the other side of the rail, and Azirpahale is just stuttering wildly, “B-but you can’t, what on earth you’re...you are crazy get back immediately!”

“I don’t really wanna jump in there.” he points down to the blackness of the night ocean, the churned trail of the turbines trailing off into the dark distance. “I mean I love the ocean, full of fish, dolphins, maybe a kracken or two, but that is barely above freezing down there and IF I even survived the fall I don’t fancy freezing to death, because that’s gonna feel like a thousands knifes stabbing you all over when you hit that water, and that’s not really how I was planning to go.”

Aziraphale has paled by this point, he had been staring at the crazy demon but now took one very fretful look down to the water.

“...a thousand knifes, you say.”

“Yeah, so, you know...come back over the rails? Dying wasn’t on my to-do-list today. You don’t really want to kill me right?”

Azirphale looked offended, “I’ve never killed anything in my life!”

Crowley just raises his eyebrows at him and nods back towards the deck.

“Oh alright.” Aziraphale gives in, and as Crowley turns with one swift movement and hops back over onto the deck, Aziraphale slips as he turns.  He cries out, flailing to grab onto the rail when he feels the strong grasp of the demon grab his arm just before he falls out of reach.

“Hold on!!!”

“Help me!! Oh heavens no I don’t want to die I don’t I’m sorry!”

It’s an effort to haul him back up, but he does, and the two collapse onto the deck, panting. They lay there staring up at the stars.

"Thank you...” Aziraphale says after a short silence, and Crowley props himself up on one elbow to look down at him.

“Crowley.” he says, a sly little curl to his lips.

Aziraphale presses his lips together in a small shy smile of his own, glancing away then and quickly back to him again.  The demons eyes look golden in the moonlight.

“I’m Aziraphale.”

Crowley’s smile made his heart flutter. The night sea air was brushing through Crowleys red locks, and Aziraphale could do nothing but stare up at him, a wonderful silent moment growing exponentially between them as the distance between them was suddenly growing less... and was also suddenly interrupted by the voice of Gabriel and several other officers running up to them.

Aziraphale sits up so fast he head buts crowley in the forehead, who goes sprawling out onto the deck.

“Gabriel!! Oh, oh yes thank goodness it’s you yes I was just...I was taking a walk when a-a...a sudden gust of strong wind nearly blew me right off the ship, yes, yes if it wasn’t for this...this very quick-thinking demon here I would have fallen and-and be gone.”

Crowley had to admit, he was impressed with the quick lies, very un-angel like indeed, and slowly got back to his feet rubbing his forehead.

“You?” Gabriel stated with an amused snicker, pointing a Aziraphale, “It’s going to take more than wind to blow you off the ship now isn’t it.” he states, pointing his finger up and down Aziraphales body, and Aziraphale just clears his throat and looks anywhere but at his husband-to-be.

Crowley is fuming.

“And you,” Gabriel now turns his comments to Crowley, “Funny how if he fell so suddenly that you were able to first take off both your boots and jacket huh?”

Crowley glowers at him, “Like he said, I’m quick.”

“Hmph,” Gabriel sasses him, before one of the angels behind him whispers something in his ear, and Gabriel smiles widely. “Yes of course where are my manners, you have saved my fiance, I insist you come to dinner with us tomorrow night at 8.  Dress for the occasion, if it’s possible.” he looks Crowley up and down, taking in the skin tight frayed black trousers and the half open necked shirt, “Best not to dress like a slut for a dinner eh?”

Gabriel turns to the angel behind him as they walk away, “This should be entertaining.” he whispers, grinning, before shouting behind him, “Come on Aziraphale!”

“Oh, y-yes.” he bumbles, hands fidgeting in front of him, before taking one guilty look back at Crowley and hurrying on after the angels.

Crowley watches him go, suddenly understanding why the angel was trying to jump off the back of the ship.

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Alright, I am so gonna turn this into a proper fic, cos like the other ideas I have omg, like the dancing scene in the bowels of the ship, Azirpahale gets all the demons doing the gavotte and Crowley is both mortified and embarrassed and utterly adoring in love all at the same time. And of course as part of the dance at the end Aziraphale must kiss them, but its all pecks on the cheeks, all the demons totally loving this un-angel like angel, but when it comes to Crowley there’s a short, blush filled pause, before Crowley just slips his hands through those platinum curls and kisses him so deeply and the demons are WAHOOING and Aziraphale is just completely melting never being treated so wonderfully in his life.

I have so much more.

Including of course, fucking for the first time in the Bentley. Like the same scene almost word for the word from the movie, Crowley is treating Aziraphale like the angel he is, opening the door for him, they both can’t stop grinning, Crowley jumps in the front pretending to drive “Where to sir?” and Aziraphale, in a suddenly surge of confidence, just wraps his arms around Crowleys neck from behind saying, “To the stars.” because Crowley loves the stars, and then just pulls him into the backseat with him, all overly exited and flustered at how this demon makes him feel.

SO! MUCH! MORE!

People would read this yes???

EDIT: Oh yes, and of course Crowley would survive in this AU.  It’s Good Omens! Happy endings only!