#don't look to closely at the hands please i did my best XD

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Happy Day 1 of Inktober! Welcome to the best (and possibly only) drawing I will post this month! 😂

[mrcavill88]

Inner demons

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Summary: There’s something so dark and attractive about a man who could kill you in a heartbeat. Even though Bucky’s twisted mind is healed, remnants of the winter soldier are still there. You and him have been through hell and back together, but his recents outbursts of anger are really starting to fumble your relationship

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: 18+, age gap (reader is 18, Bucky is 102 XD) abusive Bucky, alcohol addiction, face slapping, yelling, begging, bondage, whipping, daddy kink, skin sucking/kissing/licking, nipple play, genital licking, fingering, crying, vibrator usage, unprotected sex, breeding, fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back with another fic: my very first Bucky fic. This is one is definitely, interesting, to say the least. Thank you all again for all the support you have shown me, hope you enjoy;)

Bucky Barnes

The man of the hour, the one true love of your life, someone who made you feel stable - did I mention an ex-assassin with over two dozen credited murders?

You never were 100% sure about being safe around him. Sure, he was... insanely attractive. His soft and short brown hair, the dark blue sapphires he had for eyes, pearly white teeth, chiseled and muscular body, and his deep voice; his mere presence was enough for butterflies to flutter around your tummy. But Bucky's dark history was always a thinking point for you.

"What if he goes crazy and tries to kill me?"

"What if he goes on another rampage and starts murdering everyone?"

"What if he doesn't love me?"

Your intrusive thoughts never got the best of you, but a single thought of Bucky's past made you quiver in fear.

But your relationship with him wasn't exactly, perfect. He might be free of his control from Hydra, but, he isn't exactly free from his new demons

Alcohol

His loneliness after Steve's death was apparent as he turned to heavy drinking to aid his sorrows. That's when you came in, you were initially there to help Bucky through his journey of rehab, were you successful? Fuck. no.

Every time you encountered him, instead of discussing his progress, you and he did the most lewd things together. He was completely taken aback by your beautiful and slim figure, he didn't need rehab, he needed you.

As of now, you lived with Bucky. You were both pretty set on spending your lives together, and you were both happy. Currently, he was out with Sam, you knew that Sam was the only other person Bucky was close with, he trusted him, and so did you. You laid in bed, waiting for Bucky to come home, hoping you guys could have some dinner together, maybe have some fun.

You heard a car pull into the driveway; you ran to the door, waiting to greet the love of your life. The door burst open, and there he was, running towards you.

"Y/N! I missed you so much baby, give me a kiss!" he said, hugging you, connecting his lips onto yours. The things you felt when you were in an intimate setting with him, they were surreal. You really loved him, but something wasn't right, you could tell something was off.

And then it hit you

The strong and unpleasant scent of alcohol. You pushed the man off of you, an acerbic look painted on your face as you looked him dead in the eye.

"Baby? W-why are you l-looking at me like that? W-what's wrong?"

You could tell that he was a little tipsy, if the smell wasn't enough, the slurring of his words definitely was. "Bucky, please be honest with me. Were you drinking?" you asked, squeezing his hands.

"Y/N! You know I'm sober! How could y-you doubt me?" his hands cupping your cheeks, his face getting redder and redder. "Baby, please believe me! I know I have a bad history with drinking but, please, I'm being honest."

"James! Don't lie to me! I love you too much for you to lie to me like this! How could you! I thought you were a new man!" you yelled, slapping his face. "Ok. You caught me, I'm so sorry Y/N. Sam just said it was one beer, but it ended up being several. Please forgive me! I promise, this won't happen again! Please, Y/N?" he pleaded, holding your waist.

The single tear that formulated on your cheek dried as you contemplated what you were going to do with Bucky. Was he really going to stop? Or was this another white lie that he told? You decided to give it one last chance, hoping the decision was right.

"Fine. I'm putting my trust in you Buck, please, just think about what this could do to you! It's going to kill you! Please just promise me that you'll stop, ok?" holding your pinky out. "I promise, baby. Thank you so much for believing in me" he said, latching his pinky onto yours, giving you a small kiss on the cheek. "Now, let's enjoy ourselves! The night is still young Y/N! I brought some takeout from that Mediterranean restaurant across town, I know you it's your favorite" he said, bringing you over to the polished dining table, adorned with the most appetizing food you've ever seen.

But one little nuisance on the table was there, a needle in a haystack, if you will. A tall bottle of whiskey. "Bucky, are you serious?"

"Baby. I know I promised I'd stop, but please! Just this once, I swear, this is the last one. C'mon, I know you like this brand. Don't try to deny it"

You hesitantly sat down, opening the bottle of whiskey. You knew Bucky would have some trick of his sleeve, so what did he do? He fished in one last drink, and it just so happened to be your favorite kind.

You two enjoyed your supper. You guys' just had a special bond, every time you were in each other's presence, you just felt, complete. Any thought of Bucky's past actions were completely eradicated as the expensive whiskey started hindering your brain.

Next thing you know, it was already 9 pm. Bucky was completely OUT, his pants undone and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tried to stand up.

"Y-Y-Y/N, w-we haven't h-had some f-fun in a w-while. L-lets m-make the most of o-our night," he slurred out, bringing you to the couch as he gripped your right thigh. "G-get off o-of me, I k-knew you c-couldn't k-keep from d-drinking" you said, barely being able to connect your words together.

The cold air thickened as tension started to build between you two, both completely drunk. "H-how dare y-you speak to m-me like that! You l-little brat!" he yelled, slapping your face hard. The tension in the room completely skyrocketed as the man you loved, the man you trusted, struck your face.

"B-Bucky? W-what's gotten into you?" you sniffled, holding your face. "W-w-what's gotten into me? What a-a-about you! You spoiled l-l-little ingrate! You n-need to be taught a lesson! You need thicker s-skin, Y/N" he slurred out, dragging you to the basement.

The countless kicks and screams you let out were completely useless as the 6 foot man effortlessly powered through your resistance. He slammed you onto a stool and tied your arms above your head, leaving you helpless.

"T-that's better baby! You s-see, I'm much older than you. I had it w-way harder than you when I was your age! I'm only doing this because I love you, trust me, Y/N" he said, pulling out a long, matte black whip.

The sound of screams, cries, and begs filled the room as the absolute terror you felt completely consumed your body.

"P-please Bucky! I'm begging you! Please don't hurt me! I love you! Don't you love me?"

"Oh Y/N, you're so adorable, I-I'm doing this for your own good, I'm sorry little one"

The final words he said before he maliciously whipped your torso, the loud crack breaking the seemingly forever silence that formulated between the two of you.

The screams coming out of your mouth intensified as the everlasting sting coursed through your veins, tears falling from your eyes as the man you trusted, just whipped you.

"Oh baby! That's what I like to hear! But, I think we could have more fun! Don't ya think?" he said before he grabbed a pair of red scissors and started cutting up your clothes.

You winced as your body was slowly being exposed in front of the man, as if it hadn't happened before. But this was a new side of Bucky you've never seen before, much more, possessive

He rubbed your baby soft skin, the sight of your delicate and skinny posture truly astonished him. The only thing you had on was a tight little spandex, your cock hard from Bucky's presence alone.

"Y-you're mine now, understand?" he said, practically inches away from your face. You jerked a nod before the whip cracked against your body again, a gush of blood spewing from your body. You screamed mercilessly as the immense pain you felt was practically permanent.

"Bucky! Please stop! I-I can't take it anymore!" you begged, a raspy breath leaving your mouth as you felt the air suddenly get hot.

Turns out, it wasn't the temperature, it was Bucky

He took his jacket off, revealing his rippling muscles and toned body, laced by his tight black tank top.

"Oh baby, I almost forgot. Don't ever call me Bucky, again. I'm your daddy now, your master, are we clear?" grabbing your face tightly.

"Y-yes, daddy" you whimpered out, absolutely terrified yet turned on by Bucky's sudden dominance.

"Good boy! Oh Y/N. I'm so p-proud of you. You see? It's not so hard to behave, right? Now, here's your reward for being so good"

Mere milliseconds after his words, his lips latched onto your neck. Sucking the absolute life out of it; moans and whines escaped your mouth, your libido level skyrocketing as the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

"Oh baby! I love tasting you! You're gonna feel so good when you're with daddy tonight, just wait and see"

His mouth continued attacking your neck, his lips traveling down your body onto your shoulders, biting and sucking on your skin, marking what was his. The angelic moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears, something that caused him to go even harder than he intended on.

His fingers caressed your nipples, goosebumps forming around them as Bucky relentlessly stimulated them.

"Daddy! Ugh! That f-feels so g-good!" you moaned as Bucky continued pinching and rubbing your nipples.

With no hesitation, he latched his lips onto your nipple, sucking on it with much determination and lust. The pleasure you felt was unreal; the tingles reaching the tips of your toes, making your cock twitch and harden as he continued sucking your nipples.

When he let out, your nipples were puffy and decorated with saliva, your breaths heavy and constant from all the pleasure you were feeling.

"Oh my sweet baby, Y/N. I love seeing you all horny and vulnerable like this. You make me want to do horrific things to you. But the night is young, I'm not finished with you" he said, viciously licking your neck.

His head was now face to face with your hole, your butt perfectly propped up so he was practically in breathing range of it. He kissed your inner thigh, prepping you for what was about to come next. The moans that left your mouth fueling the lewd activities he was about to commit.

His tongue started flailing in and out of your hole, swirling at a rapid pace. Your toes started to curl as you quickly became a sex doll for Bucky. "Daddy! Oh Fuck! Daddy I-I'm gonna c-cum!" you whined as he continued licking and playing at your sensitive hole.

"Baby! C'mon now, don't disappoint daddy like that! I know you're stronger than that, come on now, let me make you feel good"

You whimpered in response as your hole became drenched in Bucky's saliva, acting as a lubricant as he slowly inserted his thick fingers into your hole.

You screamed at the immense discomfort you felt, you've never been this intimate with Bucky ever in your life. "Does that feel good baby? You like when daddy shoves his fingers in your tiny little hole?"

All this dirty talk was making you queasy, your head practically spinning in circles as Bucky continued using your hole as a domain for his sexual pleasures. "I-I-I'm g-gonna cum!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, cock ready to burst at any moment.

"Oh no you don't" he whispered, gripping your tiny little pre-cum covered cock tightly.

"I know you're a good boy baby. Show daddy how good of a boy you can be! C'mon baby I know you can be a good boy. My good boy"

You snapped

Your cock jerked uncontrollably, drooling with ropes of white, thick cum. Your face turned red as you met Bucky's slightly disappointed face.

"Baby, I really hoped you could pull through for daddy. But it's ok! Daddy has a few tricks left for you"

"No daddy please! I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna... explode!" you pleaded, struggling to break out of your bonds.

"That's not how it works. I am your master, your daddy, you are my boy. You listen to me, absolutely no questions asked baby. Now, daddy has a new little toy here that he would love to try on you" he cackled, pulling out a pink vibrator.

Tears stained your cheeks as you knew what was about to come, you knew that you had no other choice but to comply, so why not enjoy it?

He attached the vibrator on your cute little cock and turned it on. You screamed as the vibrator tickled and pushed against your prostate, cum leaking from the tip of your cock.

"Daddy! Please take this o-off! I-I'm s-so horny!!!" you moaned as your bottom half twitched and shook from the absolute pleasure you felt.

Bucky noticed the state of mind you were in, somewhat amused by how fragile you were. And with the little bits of remorse still in him, he yanked the vibrator off your body, your cock worn out and drenched in pre-cum. You were a moaning, panting mess, cum disseminated over the floor.

"Oh baby~ You turn me on so much you don't even know. Such a sweet boy like you acting like this, this'll just be our little secret. Now, daddy has one last present for you, I promise, it's worth it" he said, slyly, before unzipping his pants. The big dick print in his boxers was making you so hard, oh you were so in love with him.

And then, oh!

A large piece of man meat sprang from his underwear as he pulled it down. The sheer size of it amazed you as he walked toward you.

"I want this to be a night for the books baby, let's make this special"

"Fuck me daddy!" you moaned before he slammed his monstrous dick into your tight hole. His thrusts: strong and firm.

"Oh fuck baby! I love how your little hole hugs my cock! You belong to me! No one else!" he yelled, a mixture of moans and whines filling the room as you both became infatuated with pleasure.

He starts to develop a fast and consistent rhythm with his thrusts, your moans getting louder and more high-pitched, making him even more turned on.

"Oh yeah! You love when daddy's big cock fucks your hole don't you! You naughty boy! You bussy is so greedy for daddy's cock isn't it" he growled, getting a broken and long moan in response.

Your body temperature started to climb higher and higher as the man you loved dearly continued fucking the daylight out of you. What you didn't realize? The fact that the ropes that put you in this very position broke in the midst of all the sexual pleasure you were feeling.

You didn't know how much longer you could handle this. Your bussy was practically broken after enduring all of Bucky's abuse, but the pleasure you felt continued to escalate by the second.

That's when, it happened again

Bucky's cock penetrated the most sacred and sensitive part of your entire body, your cock exploding with cum as your body twitched and quivered at the pleasure that basically consumed your entire body at this point.

"That's my boy! Oh y-you're daddy is close you're doing so well. Fuck!" he groaned as you could feel his thrusts growing sloppier.

You took notice of this and decided to give Bucky a taste of his own medicine: you pinched and twisted your nipples, causing your hole to tighten around Bucky's cock, making the man grow weak as his cock was being stimulated like no other before him.

"Oh shit! You naughty little bitch! Oh baby! I-I'm g-gonna cum!" he slurred out before unleashing his load inside your hole, strings of his white sticky cum polishing your insides an ivory color. You collapsed from the chair, your legs were practically immobile after all the pleasure and abuse you endured tonight.

Bucky crawled toward your destroyed figure, hugging you tightly and nuzzling your nose against his.

He carried you, bridal style, up from the basement into the bedroom you shared together.

"Now baby, let's get washed up, alright? We need to be perfectly clean before we sleep" he uttered, walking you over to the shower.

Despite the immense sexual activities that occurred that night, the shower you two had was one that was completely ingenuous.

You two shared a few loving, intimate moments, but nothing that was extreme. You were glad to have Bucky back. The old Bucky back. Sure, you loved the sex god that just fucked the shit out of you a couple minutes ago, but the little moments you have with him: you cherished forever.

You both got dried up and cuddled up on the bed together. "I'm so proud of you baby, we pulled off wonders tonight. I love you, Y/N" he said, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, daddy" nuzzling your head against his chest.

You went to sleep madly in love with the man, and James Buchanan Barnes definitely loves you too~

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Fem!Seamstress!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: Plot?... uh, I saw a picture on Pinterest of a bat corset (From JanesCorsets on Etsy) and wanted to see my wife in it XD Thats pretty much it. But um. Uh- This'll do;

You sew your boss into her outfit for the party tonight and some unexpected feelings come to life in the pit of your belly. And maybe other places, up higher.

When Cruella notices... she offers you a deal.

Warnings: Reader has a wandering eye and there's a splash of blackmail on Cruella's end.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @ghouletka , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , and @ryantryan6969 .

She looked amazing in the bat corset and skirt- and thankfully, it wasn't made of bat skin.

... it was painted crocodile leather and silk lining. But still, the fact that you managed to talk the fashion hawk of London out of killing a 50 bats for her corset and skirt combo, was an achievement.

And she really did look good in it. As you sewed her into it (Yes, the outfit needed to be sewed around her), you couldn't help but notice that fact. And not in a seamstress kind of way- in a lesbian way. Vaguely you were aware that these thoughts were unprofessional, thoughts like fuck is this woman hot and maybe i should do some last-minute adjustments to the breast plate,.. but also, working for her was unprofessional to start with. The House of De Vil was more like a battle field or Italy with the Borgia Family in charge; filled with betrayal and visciousness. So merely noticing Cruella's tits didn't really seem like that big a sin.

Once you'd managed to sew the back of Cruella's corset closed tightly, so she could not slouch and so it wouldn't come loose, you take your little thread scissors and cut the string free. Then you make sure that all the string is hidden away, and no loose ends hang free... then back up to get a good look at the outfit as a whole.

... good work, if you do say so yourself. (Its not as if she'll tell you so, after all. The cold, wicked bitch that she is- even if she is remarkably appealing all of a sudden)

As you smirk and appreciate your excellent handy work (Why be humble, anyway?? You weren't hired for humble), Cruella becomes impatient. "... Well?? Are you finished?? It looks like the drawing, so I assume you are- "

"-'It looks like the picture'?? Cruella, this is a masterpiece." You snap back, waiving a hand dismissively at her. You were never one to let your work by unappreciated- even by Cruella De Vil. Never. "Take it in!; you got a wall fulla' mirrors here. The dress, and the woman in it, look beautiful."

"Ugh, honestly. You are a pest Y/N." Cruella snaps back, rolling her eyes and scowling with those pretty painted lips of hers. She doesn't, however, threaten your job like she would anyone else for the lip you just gave her. Why?? Well you both know you're the best in your field. You can speak to her any way you want- she'll never risk you getting scooped up by a competitor. All her best outfits have been by you. Have had your name sewed minutely on the inside somewhere.

... For example, this particular outfit, has you name sewed into one of the breast cups- and right now as you look at her you're quite pleased you decided to put it there this time.

Cruella's eyes stray from her form in the mirror to you; catches your gaze on her chest. " -what are you looking at??"

"My work, madam." You shrug, smoothly, brushing it off with a sarcastic tone and lifting your eyes to hers- a challenging look on your face. ... is she gonna say anything?

Her eyes, so like a snake's from beneath a rock, settle on you darkly and challenge you right back. You wish you could say this was out of the ordinary, that you didn't often engage in optical battle with your employer; but you cant. This is a regular occurrence. So you don't have any trouble giving her the eye right back for a few moments.

"... I could've sworn you were staring at my chest, darling, like some common pervert. Am I wrong??" She knows she's not wrong. You know she's not wrong.

... You part your lips to say something, but the hesitation was just enough chance for her to strike. Damnit. With her hands (Claws) on her defined hips, Cruella narrows her eyes. "-because if you were, I'd have to file a harassment complaint- or something else silly, that the board always waffle on about." For a split second, you feel frustrated- but then Cruella simpers. She pouts her lips, and bats her eyelashes. She approaches you in that skin tight black leather bat corset and while you stand there perfectly relaxed, albeit a little honestly surprised, Cruella curls a loose strand of your hair around one of her talons. "... or," Or? "We could come to some sort of agreement? What do you think?"

Narrowing your eyes suspiciously, you squint at her. "... -are you serious??"

"As the plague, darling!" Her eyes go wide, almost innocent. When you don't respond, she sighs huffily with impatience. "Look- I haven't had a woman in months because of work. And I know you haven't had a woman in months- yes, I'm well aware you're a lesbian, dear." Well, its not as if you hide it; there's a sapphic erotica novel sitting on your desk that you've been flipping through on lunch breaks. "And I also know, that neither of us are going to meet anyone outside of work for months still, because I'm about to push the work load even further," That gives you pause, and you almost drop your jaw in outrage. She's what!?- Goddamit, this woman already has you all working 10 hour days in this hellhole- but Cruella just goes on. "So, I suggest that since we work so closely, together, anyway... -and also since you're not terribly offensive to be around... that we... " She shrugs, that pouty simpering 'innocent' look once again on her pretty face. "Make the best of it. Hm?"

With this woman's fingers in your hair, and her heated eyes on you, and her cleavage in front of you- it seems like a dream opportunity.

But you're not a dumb woman.

After an obvious look downwards towards her breasts, you give her pointed, raised-eyebrow-look. "What's the catch?"

She shrugs. She knows you're not a dumb woman. "You forfeit the chance to find a meaningful relationship outside of work, your whole life stays at work, I own you pretty much... but I already do, so that doesn't really change, does it?"

"... you own me??" You ask, deftly. Hmm... you kinda like that.

"What?.. You didn't read your employment contract?" She smiles broadly, and you're not sure if she's joking or not to be quite honest. Because no, you did not. Not fully; You were drinking when you signed it.

To be quite honest, though, you don't particularly care right now. She's right, you haven't had anything to do with another woman's body except to fit her, for too long. Your pussy's practically screaming for a fuck right now- you can barely think.

... would this be much different from your life already? You life is work- how else does one get as good as you are? And you've never been very good at relationships... not platonic ones, and not romantic ones. You're good for fashion, lesbian sex and the occasional scathing insult; thats it.

So this, with Cruella who's no slouch in at least 2 of those things as well (To your knowledge thus far), sounds...

Kind of perfect.

~

Instead of responding, instead of attempting to outdo her with the words she's so clearly superior with, you take the beautiful woman's face in your hands and draw her in for your first kiss which she responds to with intense satisfaction. Your hands trail down her neck, over the smooth skin of her chest and the tops of her soft breasts, then over the rough leather of her corset while her long, painted talon's scratch gently over your cheeks probably leaving marks behind.

After a few moments of voracious kissing, you both pull back; a satisfied smile on your lips and a gleeful on on hers.

"Excellent~ ... meet me at my home after the event, darling."

"See you then."

[mythosidhesdollhouse]

Rainbow High Littles: Indigo Bailey, Pt. 1

All right y'all, I said we'd do this so let's go. I was originally going to make this all one entry, but I decided to break off the hair discussion as a separate post, since this one was already way too long before I even got to that point XD Will link Pt. 2 once it's published.

Krystal Jr.: What the heck are we doing all the way over here? Krystal Sr.: We need to collect a delivery to take back to Rainbow Heights--a sister! KJ: I thought I was your sister? KS: No, you're a younger version of me from an alternate point in our shared timeline. We just say you're my sister so it's less confusing for everyone else. KJ: If I'm you from the past and we're both in the same place, shouldn't that create some sort of temporal paradox where you cease to exist? KS: The normal laws of physics don't apply in the doll universe, dear. It's best not to think on it too much. KJ: Okaaaaaaaaaay. But this one is NOT us, right? KS: …Probably not? Indigo: ((Maybe stop talking and let me out, please?))

Sooooooooo yeah, Indigo. Where to begin? For starters, I think the vitriol that's being dumped on these poor Littles is completely out of proportion to what they actually are--tiny dolls meant for small hands to play with. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that. I can see how they would be less appealing to adult collectors used to a more sophisticated product from this brand, but I personally will do my best to judge her by her own merits.

First impressions: I think she's cute! I pulled a few of her braids back with a rubber band to make her face more visible, but otherwise straight out of the box she's good to go.

Krystal Jr.: Are we a family? Are we clones? Honestly folks, it's anyone's guess. Indigo: Is she always this snarky? Krystal Sr.: Don't worry sweetie, it's just her being a tween, we grow out of it eventually. I: We? KS: It's complicated.

More detailed discussion of clothes & accessories under the cut--

Let's talk about the dress and that reviled plastic bodice. Honestly? I don't mind it! I can't speak for the rest of the line, but in Indigo's case at least it's clear there was some effort put into her overall design. I was especially delighted by the skirt portion of her dress, which is made of a lovely little textured woven fabric featuring a butterfly design, with a coordinating tulle ruffle trim. There's even an underskirt made from a plasticy fine-weave fabric. Both the main skirt and underskirt are sewn (that's right, not glued--there are STITCHES) to the base of the plastic top portion of the dress.

Ok so, no one loves plastic doll clothes. I get it. Not a fan myself. But for what this is, considering it's all one piece, I'm impressed by the amount of detail, and how well it reads as 'normal' clothing. The midsection has a sculpted raised texture that closely mirrors the design of the skirt fabric. The collar section is painted a lighter contrasting shade of purple that compliments her shoes (all the adult collectors who whine about lack of painted detail on molded plastic pieces, here you go), and the ruffle around the armholes compliments the trim on the skirt. Everything is held together neatly at the back with a piece of velcro at the top of the skirt.

Given how difficult it can be to sew fabric doll clothing in this scale that actually looks good, I think the plastic top is a fair compromise to increase ease of use for smaller hands.

The shoes! I was pleasantly surprised by the level of detail on these. The butterfly motif from the dress is carried on here, with sculpted decoration all the way around the tops and even on the soles. This was absolutely unnecessary, but I'm so happy they did it.

Indigo's official height is listed as 5.5 inches, which lands her somewhere between an old school Kelly doll and the closest MGA equivalent in my collection, a Dream Ella Extra Iconic Mini. I believe Magic Mixies Pixlings are also of a similar size, but I don't have one to include in this comparison.

Indigo's pet is...a thing that exists. Her product description says it's a 'magical fox'. Sure.

Ok folks, that's it for pt. 1. We're going to take a closer look at those braids in pt.2

[zenkindoflove]

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This Pull Me in Deeper scene in Helion’s POV: “Helion pulled Alexius aside that night, asking again what happened with Eris and if there was anything he should know. Alexius kept silent. As much as he loved and trusted his uncle, his loyalties were to Eris first. To assure Eris’ safety, he would not let the secret fall from his lips.”

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Okay, this ended up being long because I did end up writing a mini-scene for the first question and I rambled a lot. So putting it all under a cut to be nice haha.

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This Pull Me in Deeper scene in Helion’s POV: “Helion pulled Alexius aside that night, asking again what happened with Eris and if there was anything he should know. Alexius kept silent. As much as he loved and trusted his uncle, his loyalties were to Eris first. To assure Eris’ safety, he would not let the secret fall from his lips.”

When Fili left to find where Eleni stormed off to, Helion took the opportunity to ask his nephew what had been bothering him since his return.

"If there is anything that happened on your trip to the Continent, you know you can always tell me, Alexius." He used the tone he often did when Alexius was a boy, hoping it would assure him that he could still confide in him.

His nephew's frown, the one that scarred his once sunny disposition, pulled at the corners of his mouth as he didn't meet Helion's eyes.

"I've told you all that happened. I don't have anything else to share."

Helion reflexively reached for Alexius' arm, but the young male dodged him, shoving his hands in his pockets as he slunk out of the room. Alexius' continuous rejections stung. They had been close since he was a boy, and in many ways, he saw Alexius like a child of his own, knowing that children would never be in his future.

His hurt was replaced by anger. He knew Eris Vanserra did something to his nephew. Something irrevocably damaging, enough that he turned the sunniest smile in Day into a raincloud. He would get to the bottom of this if he had to string the bastard up by his ankles and force it out of him.

♡ SMALL THINGS: pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite minor detail from it!

The Jewel of the Forest House 🐶

AHHHH, one of my fave fics I've written!!! Okay, there are SO MANY little details in this fic I adore because it's just nothing but domestic Erixius with their doggies. But I think my favorite minor detail is the bit I snuck in about how Eris never allowed himself anytime to mourn his brother Conan's death. He thinks of it in passing, when reminiscing about them as boy, and how even with what Conan became (the brother that killed Jesminda) there is still love there for the boys they once were.

Oh, also that Alexius dresses Jewel up in a plaid sweater. XD I thought it was just adorable and very Autumn.

⇆ SLIDING DOORS: pick a character from one fic to drop into another!

Put Alexius in Dancing Barefoot 👀 what he be like in this AU, how he would look, any outfits he would wear, etc!

OMFG, THIS IS THE BEST. Okay, 1970s in LA, you KNOW Alexius is going to have a big gay mustache and be dancing to disco in all the gay clubs - sucking and fucking his way through beautiful men until he meets a certain red head he's never seen before who has the prettiest amber eyes. In every universe, Alexius falls hard for Eris and has to make him his. Lucien is supposed to meet his mother and Eris for brunch the following day the fic takes place, and while Lucien is having the time of his life with this rad college chick he just met, I imagine Eris had a similar night full of dancing to Donna Summer and taking Alexius home with him. Alexius is probably still sleeping off his hang over in his bed waiting for him to get back from brunch, because even after a crazy night, Eris would never be late for brunch with his mother. Oh and for outfits, I picture a lot of slutty tank tops and tight jeans that show off his butt, and of course a handkerchief hanging from the back right pocket ;). Maybe Nyssa is one of the queens at his favorite bar and he goes to all her shows to support her, and he'll definitely drag uptight Eris to some so that he can loosen up a bit.

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene!

PULL ME IN DEEPER PLEASE

Okay, you're getting a whole ass bonus chapter very, very soon. So I'll describe a deleted scene. It's not so much "deleted" as just extra things I thought about but never actually wrote out in the fic. There is a scene where Alexius has a conversation with Lucien when he's back in Day and Lucien hints at having spoken to Eris recently and there is some implications that Lucien has picked up on that Eris and Alexius had a secret relationship. Lucien is back in Autumn once Alexius comes in the final chapter, seemingly having spoken to Eris since he was in Day. In my head, Lucien made it a point to pull Eris aside when he got back to Autumn before all the hooplah with Beron happens, and told Eris about his time in Day and had a similar exchange where he gave him just enough information so he would know that Alexius was okay. Almost like delivering a message that neither of them asked him to send. <3 Cause that is just the kind of guy Lucien is.

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[chenziee]

Love at Sunrise (the worst kind)

HAPPY LAWLU DAY!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Coming back with Chains of Fate for @truffyfest Summer of Lawlu!! But also we all know that I am insane so of course I didn't stop there. We have:

Summer of Lawlu, June 6: DAWN | CAUGHT IN THE RAIN | “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

OP Bingo 2023 (yes I know, don't look at me): Picnic

@opfluffzine Wheel of Fluff event: Kisses

No, I didn't read this after myself, yes, I'm even less prepared than usual this year xD I'm too busy lately 😭 Please bear with me for now and I'll see you next week 🤍 EDIT: I've read it over now, sorry about the weird typos arrvaerv

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There wasn’t much Law wanted in life.

Peace and quiet. Knowledge. His crew’s safety. A dry and comfortable bed. A decent amount of sleep. It wasn’t that much to ask, in his humble opinion.

So then why, why in the world was he sitting out here on a soaking wet picnic blanket at five in the fucking morning, surrounded by laughing and singing and shouting people all around him? It was neither dry, nor comfortable, peaceful, quiet nor was he getting any sleep at all anytime soon, by the looks of it.

Hell, he couldn’t even attest for the safety of his crew; no one was dead, but the recent battle with the Blackbeard pirates had carried its toll. Everyone was injured and most of them shouldn’t be even moving around. Not that that had stopped those idiots from partying after reuniting with their ‘allies’.

Quotation marks because the alliance with the Straw Hats was over. It had been over for two weeks, as Law had reminded his crew countless times. And yet, both crews still stubbornly insisted on calling each other that.

All except Law himself, of course.

“Torao!!” 

Law closed his eyes momentarily, praying for patience as the biggest pain in his life approached him fast—his flip flops slapping in the mud soaked by the sudden downpour that had interrupted the party earlier, a giggle on his lips, and bringing the smell of meat and bonfire smoke and the sun with him.

How did he always manage to smell like the sun, even in the middle of the night, right after a rain, when they haven’t seen the celestial body in hours? Law had no idea.

“Torao~! Why are you just sitting here?” Straw Hat questioned once he skidded to a stop right behind Law, before immediately grabbing onto Law’s shoulders and leaning over to press an awkward, upside-down kiss to Law’s forehead.

Law huffed, raising an eyebrow at Luffy. “Better question, how do you still have the energy to be so loud?”

Law tried to sound annoyed but with the way his lips twitched and one of his hands immediately raised to touch Luffy’s own hand on his shoulder… he wasn’t sure he succeeded.

Either way, Luffy wasn’t phased. “It’s our first time on Elbaf!! Of course I’m excited, look how giant everything is! Even the meat is huge!”

“Of course you’d get excited about the meat,” Law teased.

“Not just the meat!”

“Of course,” Law placated, doing his best to sound as sincere as he could.

“Jerk,” Luffy shot back immediately, giving Law a pout. “I hate you.”

Law couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at that. “Glad to know my own soulmate hates me.”

“You can be my soulmate and a jerk,” Luffy announced, sticking his tongue out for good measure.

Law shook his head, trying not to show the smile that was pulling on his lips. Not for the first time, he had to wonder how the hell he had ended up with this absolute menace as his soulmate, and why the hell did he actually enjoy it.

It was ridiculous.

This entire… thing they had was ridiculous, just as anything that involved Straw Hat was ridiculous. Like him breaking the chain of a soulmark on Law’s arm with ease on Dressrosa, like invading Whole Cake Island, like beating Kaido, like bringing an entire fucking Buster Call on himself not two days after Law had left him unsupervised.

And yet, Law couldn’t bring himself to hate it—or to regret a single moment they’d spent together since running into each other on Punk Hazard.

That in itself was ridiculous.

But really, who was the ridiculous one here?

Did it even matter?

Without a word, Law grabbed Luffy’s hand still on his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the knuckles—scarred and rough and rubbery and oh-so warm… 

“Torao? Are you okay?”

No. No, he was not. 

He didn’t realise how scared, how tired, and how stressed he had been since the crew’s run-in with Blackbeard until Luffy was safely back by his side. Just hearing his voice, feeling his warmth, having his presence solid next to him was enough to have Law’s carefully constructed mask of I’m fine fall into pieces.

Law’s soulmark tingled when Luffy twisted his hand so that he could lace their fingers together, squeezing lightly.

That simple gesture was enough to ground Law.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he sighed finally. “Don’t worry.”

Luffy was silent for a moment but then he nodded and, a second later, his usual grin was back. He didn’t waste any time in joining Law on his gross, wet, cold blanket, pressing himself against Law’s side as he huddled close, with Law’s arm automatically wrapping around his shoulders. Before they settled into each other, Luffy pressed a quick peck to Law’s cheek, to which Law huffed. That just seemed to make Luffy laugh.

Sometimes, Law had to wonder what about his reactions was so damn funny.

For a while, they simply watched as the last few people from their crews who were still awake partied together and with their new and old giant friends. Honestly, Law wasn’t even surprised that the Straw Hats had somehow managed to pick up an befriend not one, not two, but five giants somewhere along the fucking way before Law even knew knew the crew. Although, admittedly, one of those five had Nico Robin in a sobbing mess on the floor the moment she saw him, much to her own crew’s confusion.

Law didn’t want to know what that was about. He had enough of his own childhood trauma to deal with, thank you very much. Robo-ya could deal with that particular issue.

As they sat in comfortable silence together, Law played with Lufffy’s hair absentmindedly; eventually, he went to kiss Luffy’s temple where he was resting his head against his shoulder… but as he turned to do just that, he suddenly realised how light the sky was getting on the eastern side of the island.

“You’ve got to be kidding…” he muttered, glaring at the first, slight tinges of orange.

Luffy only hummed questioningly, and Law could just imagine the cute, confused frown on his face.

“It’s dawn. It’s fucking dawn, Straw Hat-ya.”

“Oh! Nice!”

Law took a deep breath, his eye twitching. “I hate sunrises, Straw Hat-ya. Do you know why?”

“But they’re so pretty…” Luffy whined and Law took a deep breath.

“They’re pretty to you. To me, though, there are only three reasons I’d ever watch one. Insomnia, nightmares, or you keeping me up until ungodly hours in the morning doing stupid shit,” Law hissed, shooting Luffy an unimpressed look.

Straw Hat, however, completely ignored the very unsubtle jab. “I like the last option best.”

Clicking his tongue, Law shook his head. He refused to admit out loud that he felt the same way. Being forced to socialise until morning was much preferable to trying and failing to fall asleep in complete silence and darkness for hours on end.

But still…

“I hate you.”

“Liar.”

Law clicked his tongue at Luffy’s all too amused snicker. Brat.

Finally, Law sighed. “It’s still weird though. This.” He gestured vaguely with the hand he had on Straw Hat’s shoulder. “You know, I never wanted a soulmate. I never wanted this fucking soulmark. And now I’m sitting here, as uncomfortable as can be. Because of you.”

“Hey!” Luffy cried. “I didn’t force you to sit on the soaked blanket when there was a nice bonfire going right here the whole time!”

“And who was the one who insisted on me not leaving when it started raining, holding my injured crew hostage?” Law asked, voice dripping in sarcasm. “Someone had to make sure no one fucking died.”

“Excuses.” Luffy waved his hand dismissively.

Closing his eyes momentarily, Law forced himself to stay calm. “What I’m trying to say”—he paused, mentally preparing himself—”is that it’s weird as hell. I never wanted a soulmate and yet I…”

He trailed off, suddenly out of words. What was he saying? Why was he saying this? Is it too late to back down?

“Yet you…?” Luffy prompted.

Yep. Definitely too late.

Fuck…

“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just… did. And I can’t figure out why.”

The silence that followed only served to drive the mortification Law was feeling in. He almost wished Luffy had laughed in his face instead of taking all this sweet time to process Law’s words.

It felt like hours before Luffy finally responded.

“I fell in love with you too. And it has nothing to do with the soulmate thing. I just love you. Don’t think so hard about stuff, Torao.”

Law cringed; having Luffy be the voice of reason always felt like a slap in the face—which was usually exactly what Law needed in the situations it happened.

“It’s your fault for keeping me up so late. I’m getting delirious.”

At that, Luffy burst out laughing; and, even though he was mostly laughing at him… Law couldn’t help but smile. Luffy’s joy was infectious, today and always. Brighter and more beautiful than any sunrise could ever dream to be.

Oh god, he really was sleep-deprived.

With one final huff, Law leaned in, pressing his lips against Luffy’s in that day’s first, proper kiss. Actually, wasn’t this their first kiss since they parted in Wano? Maybe.

It didn’t matter. What mattered was the way Luffy’s lips stretched into a smile against Law’s mouth, his hands coming up to hold onto Law’s coat as he returned the kiss eagerly. Nothing else mattered at all.

Law may not have gotten any quiet, comfort, dryness, knowledge, or the least amount of sleep tonight—hell, even safety was questionable during this party despite there being no danger to them on Elbaf in theory. But, with Luffy and his crew within reach once more, Law really couldn’t say he was complaining.

Maybe, happiness was enough sometimes.

He would still not say no to a fucking bed though.

[loki-princeofasgard]

Nightmare

Loki x reader

Summary: Loki has a nightamare and Y/N comforts him.

A/N: I think I got too excited writing this one...XD English isn't my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

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Y/N was walking in the middle of the night to get some water and she sees the light on Loki's room on, so she knocks softly on his door. Loki sat up on his bed wiping his face quickly.  His cheeks were red and his eyes were pink and wet. He turned his head towards the door and sighed wiping his eyes one more time.  

Loki get up and opened the door and tried to smile slightly. "Hello Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit this late at night?" Loki tried to compose his face into a calm and steady expression, but tears still managed to leak out of the corner of his eye and roll slowly down his cheek. He tried to quickly wipe it again.  

“I was going to...” She notices his face “Are you okay Loki? What happened?”  

"Oh....it's nothing really." Loki's voice shook slightly as he was still struggling to stay composed and act as he usually did with everyone else.  He tried to keep his voice from breaking and took a deep breath. "I just....had a bad dream I guess."  

“Do you want to talk about it?” Y/N says softly.  

Loki thinks for a moment and then slowly nods. He slowly opens the door further for her to come in and sit back on his bed. Y/N closes the door and sits besides him   

"It was a dream about...well I would rather not say.  It's... embarrassing."  

“You can trust me Loki.” she puts her hand on his, reassuring it.  

He looks at her hand on his."Yeah...I know...but it is still a bit difficult to tell you." He slowly and hesitantly speaks up again. "Well...the dream was about you....and...well..."  

He slowly looks up and sees her waiting for him patiently. "I had a dream about you and...Thanos killed you right in front of me" tears starts to roll down his face again.  

“Hey”she says softly, wiping his tears “I'm right here, I'm fine. It was just a bad dream...”  

Loki slowly looks at her again and blinks a few times trying to stop himself from crying.  "Yeah...It was just dream....a bad nightmare.  I....I am sorry.....for being so....weak here..." Loki quickly looks away and wipes his tears again ashamed that he cried like this in front of anyone, especially her.  

“Please, don't say that...you're not weak for crying.”  

Loki sighs and looks at her.  He wants to stop crying but for some reason he is having a hard time doing so.  “Come here” Y/N says hugging him thigh. He slowly leans into the hug and wraps his arms around her.  He tries to stop his voice from breaking but it fails.  His voice comes out shaky and he starts to sob again.  

“It’s okay. Let it out”. She keeps hugging him, with her hands going up and down on his back.  

Loki turns his face into her shoulder and cries quietly.  He does his best to keep his sobs from being too loud.  His body shakes slightly from the force of his tears.  He wraps his arms around her tighter and his head buries deeper into her shoulder.  

A few minutes pass as Loki cries.  He starts to slow down and stop his sobs eventually.  His voice is still shaky as he speak back to her. "I-I am sorry....I didn't....didn't plan on......being such a mess..."  

“You don’t need to apologize...I’m here for you.”  

Loki sighs and hugs her tighter.  He starts to calm down more as his sobs end but his body still shakes slightly. "Thank you...for being so understanding."  

He stays like that for a few more seconds and then pulls away. "I should....probably get back to bed." He is still trying to compose himself fully.  

“Okay" Y/N says getting up and going to the door.  

Loki looks up as she starts to walk away. "Thank you...again...for being so kind." He smiles at her before slowly going back to his bed.  He climbs in and lays back down to try and rest.  

Loki laid on his bed, but he could not sleep.  He closed his eyes but the nightmare he just had of Y/N’S death replayed in his head making it difficult to sleep.  Even as he closed his eyes he could see the moment he watches Y/N’S death.  He watches and tries to do something and fails each time. He grips his pillow tightly and buries his face in it. "It's not real...It is just a dream...a...bad dream...."  

Loki finally calms down and manages to lay still.  He listens to the sounds outside trying to focus on something else, anything else, until he decides to go to Y/N’s room.  

Y/N wakes with a knock on her door and open it, just to see Loki standing there. “Hey, is everything okay?”  

Loki stands in the doorway not sure how to start or even if to say anything. "....I-I...can I stay here with you?"  

Y/N quickly nods and open the door further and gestures for Loki to come in. "Of course! Come in  

Loki smiles slightly and slowly enters the room shutting the door.  He walks to the bed and climbs in.  He stares into the darkness of the room not trying to go back to sleep yet.  

“Hey...you know that it was just a bad dream right? I'm here Loki.”  

The moment he heard her words he tries to nod and say it was just a dream but suddenly he started to tear up again.  The sobs come back and Loki covers his face with the pillow once again. "I know...but..." Loki stops and takes a deep breath trying to compose himself. "I know you're here...and I know it was just a dream...but the thought of...." Loki pauses in the middle of the sentence as he tries to stop himself from crying.  

Y/N huggs him and hold him thigh, his head resting in her chest.  

Loki closes his eyes and wraps his arms around her.  He listens to the sound of her heart beating and tries to calm down.  He tries to focus on anything but that terrible dream.  

After a few minutes Loki slowly calms down again.  Slowly but surely he stops crying and his breathing goes back to normal.  Eventually in this time he falls asleep leaning up against her chest.  He is still hugging her tight.  

Y/N feels the sleep coming back to her.  

[Next Morning] 

Loki sighs and slowly tries to sit up.  He rubs his face and gets off the bed.  He doesn't want to wake Y/N up right away and just stands by the bed for a moment watching her sleep.  Even asleep, she is still so beautiful to him.  He shakes the thought from his head quickly and sighs.  

She slowly wakes up and open her eyes, looking at him “Hey you...good morning.”  

Loki looks over and smiles at her. "Good morning, Y/N.  How did you sleep?". He is still embarrassed from what happened last night.  

“Really fine...how did you  sleep Loki?”  

"Yes....it did....the nightmare stopped." Loki then looks back at her.  

“That's good” she smile “But I have to ask you...why did it mess it so much to you this nightmare about me? I mean, it would be the same if it was Nat in the nightmare and not me?”  

Loki takes a breath as he tries to think of how to word his response to her question. "No...I mean, yes....I...I..." He stops trying to think of the right word to say and instead of speaking he just looks at her. "It does not matter.  It was just a nightmare and I am fine now....so let us not discuss it." Loki puts on a smile to try to hide how nervous and embarrassed he is.  

Y/N smile at his reaction to her question. “Okay...what do you want to talk about?”  

"Anything really but no more nightmares please." Loki chuckles slightly when he says it but is still trying to keep his composure. "Do you have any plans for today?"  

“I just have some reports to finish, but other than that, I have nothing. You?”  

"Actually, I am free today as well.  No meetings or anything like that to keep me occupied." Loki sits down on the edge of the bed.  

Y/N doesn’t get a chance to say anything before Jarvis voice announce breakfast is ready and Tony is looking for her.  

Loki and Y/N look at each ocher and slowly get up off the bed  "I guess we need to get ready for breakfast."  

“Yeah, sure.” Y/N says a bit disappointed, she was enjoying the moment with Loki. He also looks a bit disappointed as well but hides it from her, trying to compose himself and to look happy.  

"Come on, I hear that Tony's looking for you.  We shouldn't keep him waiting." Loki offers her a hand and she takes with a smile in her face.  

As they walk together, Loki takes a good look at her, wanting to soak up the moments he spends with her. "You look wonderful as always, Y/N." She just laughs at this, used to Loki constant playfulness and flirty mood with her.  

Loki and Y/N enters the kitchen and he sees Tony waiting for them. "Oh good you two decided to join us." Loki walks over to the table and sits down.   

“I was sleeping, because someone...” she points at Tony “...decided to keep me up until late helping with your suit. What do you wanted to talk anyway? Your suit again?”  

Tony chuckles before answering her. "Yes, actually.  Before we start breakfast, I wanted to run the new design by you first.  I know you're gonna like it." Tony then pulls out a picture of a design layout of a new suit he had made for Y/N. "So, what do you think?"  

“You're kidding right? Oh my...it's perfect Tony!” She smiles excited.  

Tony laughs "I knew you'd like it.  I took your previous suit and made some adjustments.  So do you like the color scheme?"  

“I loved it!”  

Loki smiles as he sees the enthusiasm on her face.  Tony smiles at her reaction as well. "Great! I thought you would but I wanted to make sure first."  

 Tony then looks over at Loki and sees that he is still staring at Y/N. "What's with the look, Loki?"  

Loki quickly glances at Tony and looks away from Y/N before blushing and muttering something quietly to himself “Nothing." However, Tony looked at him and looked at Y/N and then back at Loki.  

"Aww....Loki has a crush."  

 Loki looked back up at Tony and tried to hide his embarrassment.  

 "No I do not 'have a crush', I’m a God-"  

Tony and Y/N couldn't help but laugh at Loki's comment. Loki sits there quiet and red as he looks at them both with wide eyes. "Shut up."  

“Sorry, sorry” she shows her hands in surrender, still laughing “You know he's just teasing you, right? Come on, we all know you couldn't have a crush in me.”  

  Loki looks at her before sighing and smiling slightly. "Right...I know that...but it is still annoying.” He laughs a little with no real conviction behind it.  

  "But I do have a question, if I don't have a crush on you, then who do you think I like?"  

  Loki keeps his eyes on her waiting for an answer.  He leans back in his chair waiting for a response. "So uh...what's the 'secret project' Tony just showed you?"  

“Oh! Right. He made me a new suit.”  

"Ooohh what color?" Loki asks excitedly, still wanting to talk about the suit and less about the fact he may or may not have a crush on Y/N.  

“Black and gold” She says excited.  

Loki makes a face with an 'oooo' sound. “Oh that is going to look amazing on you, Y/N."  

Tony nods and then looks over at Y/N. "I agree.  I know you're going to look great in it."  

“Thanks...when can I prove it?”  

Tony chuckles. "Right now.  I want to see your reaction to it on you.  Besides, it should be fitting for how busy we already are these days with all these villains popping out."  

“Tell me about it...Cap it's annoying me with all theses new reports. Can't we froze him back?” she laughs.  

Tony laughs along with you in agreement. "He must be bored or something. So, shall we go and try out your suit now?”  

“Yes!” Y/N starts leaving with Tony “See you later, Loki?”  

Loki nods his head to her as she walks away with Tony. "Yeah....Yeah I will.  Just make sure you show me the suit later once you have it on.” Loki then watches the two leave the kitchen and heads to his room.  He needs time to think.  

[some time later] 

Loki sits on his bed deep in thought.  He tries to keep his mind from wandering back to Y/N , but the feelings he's had for her are difficult to ignore. He feels his chest and stomach flutter as he thinks about her.  He grips his pillow tighter as he tries to get his mind off her.  But the more he tries to ignore thinking about her, the more it seems that is all his mind will think of.  His thoughts of Y/N keep bringing memories of past events, her soft, smooth, hair; her kind words; her laugh, and her smile. He feels his dick starting to get hard thinking about her, so he opens his pants to get some relief, but he hears a knock on his door.  

"H-Huh..." Loki says with a start.  The loud knocking from the door pulled from his thoughts and his excitement quickly disappears as he realizes what he was about to do.  He grabs a blanket and lays it over himself to cover himself up before calling out to the door. "Come in...."  

Y/N opens the door and close after her “Hey! There you are...”  

Loki watches her enter his room.  He tries to compose himself but she could still see him with red face as he lays on his bed under the blanket. "So, have you tried on the suit yet?"  

“Yes! It's really perfect. Tony it's just making some last adjustments on it.” she sits on the edge of his bed.  

"Well when can I see it?" Loki sits up but keeps his arms underneath the blanket as he sees her lean on his bed.  Loki's face is still a little flush making him seem like he is hiding something.  

“It will be ready to our next mission, but I took a picture” Y/N shows him the picture of herserf with the new suit.  

Loki looks at the picture and smiles.  He can't help but stare at her legs with how tight the suit is.  Loki tries to focus on her face instead, but she is too good at distracting him. “Wow...you look...you look great I like it....it looks great on you...as expected."  

“Thanks” Y/N smile at him. “It’s everything okay Loki? You seem nervous...”  

Loki chuckles when she asks if he is nervous as a soft smile crosses his face."What...me "No....of course not.  Why would I be...?”  

“You just seems a little off since breakfast...”  

Loki sits there quiet for a moment.  He decides to change the conversation back to the suit. "So...the suit...what can it do besides look good on you?"  

“See...now you just changed the subject...What's happening?”  

Loki tries to avoid answering her question. "Nothing...I am fine, I promise.  Just...." Loki sighs. “Can we talk about the suit please?"  

 “Is this because of what Tony said this morning? That you had a crush on me?” Y/N looks down at her hands “Am I so bad to have a crush on?”  

Loki sits up completely and shakes his head in response to her question. "What?  No....No Y/N.” He looks at her as he reaches out for her hand and grabs it in his.  He looks into her eyes. “No, not at all.  I just....I....I....I do."  

“You...what?” She looks at him shocked.  

"Yes...I do...I have a....I have a crush on you." Loki squeezes her hand softly as he answers her question. He keeps quiet and is afraid to say more, he is worried as he squeezes her hand tighter, afraid she might take back her hand from him.  

“I...” Y/N looks at down at their hands together but doesn’t move them.  

Loki looks at the hand he is holding and then looks up to see her expression.  A mix of hope and fear fill his heart and mind as he looks at her waiting for an answer.  After a couple of moments Loki speaks again, his voice is low and quiet. "It's okay if you do not feel the same way, I thought that I should tell you."  

 “I do feel the same, you know” she whispers.  

"What?" Loki looks at her with wide eyes as he hears what she said.  He almost didn't hear her as she spoke softly.  He looks at her hand and gently pulls it towards him and holds it tight. "You...you do?"  

“Yeah...I had a crush on you since our first mission together.”  

“But that was almost two years ago...”  

“I know.” She whispers.  

Loki doesn't know what to say to her in response but then asks a question. "Why didn't you ever tell me?  I could have been spending time with you instead of....instead of..." Now Loki's voice is soft and his expression is full of hope and excitement as he waits for her answer. "I could have been spending that time with you, Y/N."  

She looks at their hands again “I was afraid you would reject me, I mean...you are a god and I’m just a human...”  

Loki's expression softens a bit when she says that.  He moves closer until they were almost leaning on each other. "Is that what was keeping you back the whole time I tried flirting with you?" Loki looks into her eyes and smiles. "That I am a god?” She just nods.  

He gets close to her so that they are almost face to face.  He then takes a deep breath and leans in closer before whispering to her. "I want to be with you....I've always wanted to be with you.  I was too scared to say anything at first, but now....I don't want to hesitate anymore...."  

He smiles and his eyes flutter again as he speaks.  His feelings for her seems to be taking over his mind.  He stares at her lips and starts to slightly lean in waiting to see if she will do the same. She leans in too and close the distance between their lips.  

Loki kisses her with no hesitation, wrapping his arms around her and putting all his feelings into the kiss.  He finally got what he wanted and it felt as good as I expected.  He could feel himself getting slightly excited but tried to ignore those thoughts and only think about the moment they two were sharing. He didn't want to stop and he pulled her even closer to him and kissed her more passionately.  The world faded away to the point where Loki was only thinking about her lips and the rest of the world be damned.  

Y/N wraps her arms around Loki as well and pulls him closer as she kisses him with all her passion.  She kisses him with the feeling of the last two years waiting to kiss him.  She could feel herself getting more excited as well but couldn't stop from continuing to kiss him.  Her body was starting to feel warm and she felt herself pulling Loki closer while kissing him, not wanting it to end but hoping it goes further.  

Loki breaks away from the kiss only to catch his breath.  He looks into her eyes and smiles with his head turned slightly while he tries to regain his breath.  Loki leans back into the kiss and pulls her on top of him, making them both lie down on the bed together and making Y/N wrap her legs around his hips, feeling how hard he became in the kiss.  

Loki smile when he realizes how eager she is becoming. Before any of them did anything more, there was a knock on the door.  Loki and Y/N quickly pull away from each other.  She sit besides him “U-ummm...one second." Loki quickly says before he quickly gets up and goes to the door.  

Loki opens the door and sees Thor out in the hallway "What do you want?"  

Thor doesn't say a word as he barges in, with an annoyed look on his face.  He is still in his normal clothes and not his suit.  He walks into the room and then stops when he sees Y/N sitting on the bed. Thor's face turns a deep red when he looks at Y/N , as if he knew what was happening right before he walked in.  Then he looks at Loki and puts both arms behind his back. "So....what....what are you two up to?"  

 Loki was blushing "Oh...u-um...we were....just....um...."  

“We were just talking about the new suit Tony made me.”  

Loki nods in agreement to confirm the lie. "She just showed me to see how it looks on her before she wears it on our next mission."  

Thor laughs a little bit louder than needed to and walks over to Loki before slapping him on the shoulder "Sure....that is what you were doing." Thor smiles to Loki and then looks at Y/N before he gets a better look at the bed and her sitting on it. "What are you doing on his bed?" He gives Y/N a suspicious look before smiling again.  It seems like Thor already knows what was going on between his little brother and his friend.  

“You weren’t expecting me to be up during the whole conversation, right?” Y/N says smirking at Loki’s brother.  

Y/N laughs and get up “I'll leave you two alone to talk...see you later boys.”  

Thor laughs to himself as he watched Y/N leave the room.  He turns to Loki with a smile on his face. Thor walks over to Loki. "Did you told her? About your crush on her?”  

Loki nods at Thor's question. “Yes...I...I did in fact." Loki's words trail off.  He doesn't know what to say, but finally finds the courage to speak once more. "She feels the same." Loki smiles as he looks at Thor who is grinning from ear to ear.  

“Oh brother, I knew it...she told me once she was very drunk"  

"You knew this whole time?" Loki looks at Thor with wide eyes but Thor is still smiling.  Thor nods his head but doesn't say anything else.  "Umm....when did she tell you this?"  

Thor takes a moment to answer as he chuckles a little bit. "Oh...it was quite a while back....but I've watched you two and it was obvious to me and to Tony." Thor laughs at the memory of it.  

"Mr. Stark it's looking for you Thor" Jarvis voice was heard in the room.  

Loki and Thor both turn their heads to the AI as they hear its voice.  Thor sighs and shakes his head before looking towards Loki. "I'll see you later brother." Thor smirks and quickly leave the room, making sure to close the door after him.

 Seconds later Loki hear a knock on his door. He opens the door and sees Y/N standing there smiling. “I thought you needed to be saved so...I asked Jarvis to say that Tony was looking for Thor”  

Loki chuckles a little and then smiles at her "You saved me from a potentially embarrassing conversation with my older brother." Loki's ears pick up as he hears someone start to approach his room. “Umm...you might want to hide.  I think someone is coming.”  

Y/N nods giving Loki a quick kiss and goes hiding in his bathroom, closing the door.  

Loki smiles when she gives him a quick kiss but then he turns a serious look again as the person approaches his room.  The person knocks on the door loudly three times.  Loki sighs and walks over to the door. he sees  Steve standing in the hallway. "Yeah....I'm here.  What do you want?"  

Steve nods and then looks at him with a serious face. "We have a meeting in 15 minutes, about our mission tomorrow"  

"Alright, I'll get ready right now." Loki nods to Steve and goes back into his room to get ready for the meeting.  As soon as he enters his room, he goes to the bathroom door and knocks on it.  

Y/N opens the door smiling at Loki “You know we don’t have a mission tomorrow right?”  

Loki's face looks confused as he hears Y/Nsay that. "W-what?  Why are we holding the meeting then?"  

Loki stares at her a moment before he finally figures it out. "Oh my...he ratted us out?  He did, didn't he?" A small smile forms on his face as he hears Y/N’s laughter and laughs softly to himself.  

“So...what’s our plan for tonight?” Y/N says as she sits on the edge of his bed.  

Loki sits down on the bed besides her and smirks a little bit "I think I have an idea on what we can do...”  

[chiharuhashibira]

BACK TO YOU PART 13

Hellooooo! So apparently, I've been out for too long again XD

But here we are now with our Chapter 13. The end is almost near! Will make this a bit long so that you can enjoy... I hope!

So of course, tagging my precious readers~

Taglist: @unofficialmuilover @ahashiraswife @skeleton-the-gangser @crazycatlddy @obsessily-tm @sofilsword @virtualcolorland

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚇𝙸𝙸𝙸

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

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TRIGGER WARNING! BLOOD and Violence in this chapter.

Content Warnings: Curse words, Emotional Trauma, Panic, Violence

(Image isn’t mine. Credits to the rightful owner)

“I’ll talk to Hotaru. I believe I can convince him.”

“NO!”

Sanemi and Tomioka said it in unison, but that didn’t change your mind.

“I’m not pulling anyone of you into this mess. I’m going to fix this, and it’s final.”

"L/N-san... You must be kidding, right?"

"No, Iguro-san."

You stood in front of the three men, determined to end the conflict with Hotaru. But then, of course, two of those two men won't let this happen.

"But I think it's my fault, Y/N. I met with Hotaru before to tell him to leave you alone. Iguro-san saw us, and he also became involved because Sanemi is his friend. Perhaps this is why Hotaru is so pissed off."

You can't deny the shock on your face as Giyu confessed what happened a few nights ago. Sanemi held your hand, but with all your best, you avoided eye contact with him. On the other hand, Giyu tried to convince you once again, but that made you snap.

"All my life, you've been protecting me, Tomioka-san. Let me do something for myself this time. Let me fix this mess. I don't want you or Sanemi to get in trouble for my problem."

"But you're being irrational right now, Y/N!" Sanemi said in an annoyed tone as he held you by your shoulders. You could see the veins popping out of his forehead as he glared at you. Despite the knowledge that he is not angry with you, that caused your heart to race.

"But this is also a consequence of me punching him! And besides, this is not just your problem. I don't care if I lose my licence from this, but—"

"But I care, Sanemi... I care about you and Tomioka a lot. I don't want more bad things to happen. Let me fix this mess. Please trust me this time."

"I never expected you'd want to meet up with me—"

"What do you really want, Hotaru?"

You stood in front of the man you hated the most, unbothered by the smirk on his lips. Hotaru lifted his hand to touch your cheek, but you immediately swatted his hand. You know that you are in his territory, but that isn't an excuse to touch you.

After telling the three men that you'd talk to Hotaru, you found yourself paying a visit to his old flat. And yes, fortunately, he is there at the moment.

Sanemi, Giyu, and Obanai accompanied you, of course. As they waited anxiously outside the flat, Sanemi couldn't help but feel guilty. Obanai noticed it and spoke up nonchalantly.

"Can I just say that I'm not ready to see you in this state, Sanemi?"

"Just fucking shut up. This is all my fault, Obanai."

Sanemi wanted to just follow you inside, but Giyu did his best to remind him to trust you. The ravenette knows that even if the three of them try to stop you, they won't be able to do so. So all they can do right now is wait and be prepared to support you in case anything happens.

Back to you inside the flat, you glared at Hotaru, cursing him with every inch of your soul. If looks could kill, perhaps you would've murdered the man at this moment. But still, Hotaru seems to be unbothered.

The man, obviously larger than you, towered over you as he scooted close. "Don't you miss being with me, Y/N?" He asked in a sad tone that made you feel shivers run up your spine.

If there's anything that you were missing before, it's your innocence that he stole from you.

"I will never miss the way you abused me."

Those words caught Hotaru off-guard. He stopped on his tracks and looked up at the ceiling, as if waiting for something to just appear there.

You can clearly remember this gesture. The mere thought of your ex doing this when he was in a foul mood caused your knees to weaken. But you fought that anxiety and spoke up.

"Can we just settle all this once and for all? What do you want to happen? What do you want me to do just for you to leave us alone?"

"I'm dying, Y/N. Stage three cancer. I only have a month left."

His words left you flabbergasted. Yes, you wanted to get rid of Hotaru and even thought of violence, but you never meant all of that. You don't want him to be gone because of death. You're not that bad.

Gulping, you looked down and sighed deeply. Trying your best not to get vulnerable with him, you just repeated your question. "What do you want me to do just for you to leave us alone?"

"Be with me again."

"You know I won't do that. I love Sanemi."

"You're really heartless now, aren't you, Y/N?"

"It's you who are heartless, Hotaru. You dying isn't an excuse to ruin my life again. This is not an excuse to threaten the people I love."

Hotaru sighed and cupped your face. His motions made you uncomfortable, but you just froze there.

"I would have distributed that video if my intention was to completely destroy your boyfriend's life, correct? But I didn't. I just sent it to your friend."

"But why?"

"I think I don't really care that much about that white-haired idiot. I just want you. And look, I think that worked because you are here now."

His words send shivers down your body. His hold on your face suddenly tightened, making you tear up. You tried to hit him, but Hotaru just easily captured your hand and squeazed it too.

"They're outside..." You tried to threaten, but then Hotaru didn't care at all. He slammed you against the wall and started kissing you. You wanted to shout, but his hands are now covering your mouth, muffling your voice.

"I'm dying, Y/N. And if I can't have you in this life, I'll make sure no one will have you."

You tried to struggle, but Hotaru punched you in the stomach, which made you almost lose your senses. You fell down on the floor, almost breathless and feeling helpless. Hotaru crouched down and used his finger to trace a line on your jaw line.

"I've been watching you for weeks, Y/N. Everything resurfaced in my mind the moment I spotted you exiting that restaurant with that foul-mouthed, scarred boy the night before. You almost saw me back then, but you were so preoccupied looking at him. Do you remember?"

"What the fuck, Hotaru?"

You hugged yourself as you tried to stand up again, but then, with his words, a faint memory came back to you. So he was there? He was... that guy?

Flashback

You groaned loudly, making some people look at the both of you. Realising that you both were in public, Sanemi raised an eyebrow at some bystanders and spoke with a cold tone.

“What’s the matter with you? Enjoying the show? Go fuck off.”

No one would ever think that this foul-mouthed man is a teacher with how he acts sometimes. You shot him a glance, mortified at what he had done, but it didn’t seem to phase him in the slightest.

End of flashback

"Angel, believe me... I tried to forget you, but I can't. I am dying, but fate has brought you back to me. And thankfully, all my plans worked. Remember the time when you almost got hit by a car?"

You seethed with anger as you tried to throw a vase at Hotaru. And yet, like he always does, he catches it easily. He approached you and forcibly pulled you by the hair, causing you to sob in agony. "Don't be too feisty, angel... You haven't heard the whole story."

"Fuck you!"

"I definitely will. As soon as we get out of this place."

Disgusted, you just wished for Sanemi, Tomioka, or even Iguro to just pop out of nowhere to save you. But unfortunately, the three men were still oblivious to what was happening at the moment.

Hotaru pulled your hair harder and spoke up once again. "It's my colleague who almost hit you. Oh well, I actually planned it. I paid them to do that. And here we are now, my angel. I've missed you so much."

You're now sure that Hotaru isn't just dying. He's also out of his mind.

"Hotaru... you're insane."

"Perhaps, but that doesn't mean that I'm losing you over someone inferior to me."

"It's almost 30 minutes, Tomioka. I have a bad feeling." Sanemi told Giyu, who is now feeling more anxious than earlier. Obanai stopped playing games on his phone and looked at the two men, who seemed to have just encountered something traumatic.

"I think we should check on her. I think I heard a thud earlier. I'm worried." Giyu finally expressed his worry, causing Sanemi's eyes to light up.

"Check on her. I'll wait for the both of you here. I'll get ready in case you'll need me."

Sanemi patted Obanai's shoulder, and both he and Tomioka finally went out to the flat. Hearts racing, both the men you loved the most are now heading towards you.

"Please let go of me!"

You finally managed to get your strength back and push Hotaru. Fortunately, you got the chance to get one of the katanas that was hanging in his living room as a decoration. In a desperate move, you sheathed the sword and pointed it at him.

"Touch me again, and I'll fucking kill you, Hotaru!"

"Kill me? You can't even wield that sword we—"

Before he could even finish his words, you managed to slash his face. That made Hotaru shout and finally charge you with all his might.

Outside, the man's voice echoed, which made Sanemi's eyes widen. Before Tomioka could even react, the silver-haired man sprinted towards Hotaru's flat. Thankfully, you told them the details earlier, so he was able to locate it easily.

Without any thought, Sanemi kicked the door open, and there he saw you pinned to the wall, trying to snatch back the katana from Hotaru's bleeding hand.

Seeing your boyfriend, tears run down your face. You never wanted any of this to happen, but your problem seems to haunt you again, worse than ever. You just wanted to end this, but then you felt weak as Hotaru's hand tightened on your neck.

"Fucker! Let go of her!"

Sanemi charged towards Hotaru. He was able to dissuade the man from approaching you by tackling him, and he is undeniably considerably stronger than your ex. Sanemi's fist landed on Hotaru's face tonnes of times, but that didn't knock the man out of consciousness.

Tomioka managed to reach the room, and yet before he could throw a punch at Hotaru as well, he managed to see you crouching at the corner, in pain, as you helplessly watched your boyfriend beat up your psycho ex.

"Call the cops." You told Tomioka as he helped you stand up.

"I will call them after I stop Shinazugawa-san from killing Hotaru!" Tomioka rushed in to see the seething man, pulling him away from the older man, who was bleeding everywhere.

"Shinazugawa-san! That's enough!"

"FUCK YOU, OLD MAN!" Before Giyu could finally pull the math teacher away, Sanemi still managed to land one final punch on Hotaru's face.

Panting, Sanemi ran towards you and embraced you tightly. He felt like the world stopped, in a bad way, as he saw how hurt you were. "I'm sorry, baby... I shouldn't have let you go here alone." He said this, cupping your cheek as tears streamed down his face.

You kissed Sanemi slowly, embracing him back and wishing he would calm down. You never intended to worry him this much; much more, let him dirty his hands for you. "I love you..." You whispered as you buried your face on his chest.

With a faint relief painted on his face, Giyu looked at both of you as you finally had the chance to look up. But then, just as you thought the chaos had finally ended, you saw a glimpse of Hotaru standing just behind Tomioka with a knife in his hand.

With that, adrenaline filled you, and there, you pushed Sanemi out of the way. That is also just in time to save the life of the man whom you treated as your real brother and best friend.

A tinge of pain crept into your senses as you were now eye-to-eye with Tomioka, whose eyes widened in shock. Slowly, you held on to his shoulders as your knees weakened and the pain in your back became worse.

"Y/N! No! I never meant to..."

Hotaru's voice echoed in the background, but that isn't important anymore. "Tomioka-san... Thank you for trusting me this time. I love you. Tell Sanemi, I... love... him... too... so much..."

And after telling him those words, the world darkened.

It seems like his life flashed in front of him as Sanemi watched you rush towards the aid of Tomioka. He felt all his strength drain from his body as he witnessed Hotaru stabbing you.

"Y/N!"

He ran towards you but then kicked the helpless murderer aside. "I'll make sure you'll rot in jail!" Sanemi screamed as his tears streamed down his cheek. He turned to look in your direction, and there he saw Tomioka holding your unconscious body.

He can clearly sense the shock in the ravenette's state, but that doesn't stop him from checking your pulse and carrying you. "She's still alive, Tomioka. Let's fucking get her to the hospital!"

"What the fuck happened here? I'll call the ambulance and the police!"

Obanai's voice echoed in the flat, and there he rushed in to dial the authorities. Tomioka, on the other hand, managed to finally stand up. "I'll make sure you'll never get out of this, Hotaru. I swear. If Y/N dies, I'll kill you."

He said that and finally helped Sanemi carry you towards the couch.

Hotaru sat on a corner, having a nervous breakdown as he realised what he just did. He stabbed the love of his life. If you die, it'll be the end of everything for him.

Just before Hotaru can make a move could say a word, the EMTs came onto the scene, and the police also managed to get ahold of Hotaru.

"Sanemi, I..."

"Don't say anything, Tomioka. It's not your fault."

"But—"

"Don't fucking say anything like that! Because if you do, you'll just prove to me that Y/N's sacrifice is nonsense. And I might end up hurting you here. Right here, right now."

After hearing that, Tomioka decided to just leave the man alone for a while.

Sanemi, on the other hand, felt like he was in an endless loop of nightmares. He never expected to see you once again in this state, unconscious at the hospital. All he can feel right now is that everything seems to be slipping away from him. He doesn't ever want to lose you.

Hearing the endless beeping of the heart monitor, he can't help but count the seconds that have passed since he's been alone here with you. Burying his head on your palm, he let his tears fall once again as a sob escaped his lips.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N. I can't live without you. Please come back to me."

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

𝓢𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂!

But what will happen now to the love story of Y/N and Sanemi?

Let's all find out on the next chapter of Back to You!

Thank you so much for your patience and never ending support on this series!

Will keep you updated, I promise~

For a while, feel free to reblog, comment, and request anything! Thank you!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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[intheticklecloset]

Hiya! Howzit going, Nym? Can I please request a coffee shot of ler! Dazai and lee! Sigma please? (Romantic or platonic, your choice!). I'm just imagining Dazai playing with Sigma's hair and Sigma begrudgingly allowing it. And Dazai's a mischievous twit, so *obviously* He's going to use playing with Sigma's hair as an excuse to tiggle his ears, neck, shoulders, back etc LMAO and meanwhile Sigma can't do anything because Dazai's playing with his hair, so he kind of just has to take it. P.s. I'm new here so I got a question. You're a soukoku shipper (I think XD), does that mean you don't like writing for other ships? (IE Sigzai, Fyozai, Dazatsu etc). Like, do you dislike writing for ships you don't ship? I don't wanna make you uncomfy with my requests (because I feel like I'll be here a lot :D) so I just wanna know!

To answer your question, I DO definitely ship Soukoku, and Shin Soukoku, and Ranpoe, and I'm starting to like the idea of HiguGin too. But that doesn't mean I don't write for other ships if they're requested! My fandom list will have any and all characters/pairings I WON'T write for, so just check in on that before asking for something. As of now the only ships I can say I definitely won't write for are DazAku and Sigma/Fyodor. Welcome to my little corner of the internet! 🥰

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“Your hair is so long and colorful,” Dazai murmured, running his fingers through it absently. “It looks like cotton candy. Does it taste like it?”

“Of course not, weirdo,” Sigma replied, trying not to let himself melt at the gentle touch as he hunched over his desk, scribbling away at the papers he’d been assigned for the day. “But you’re welcome to try, if it’ll make you feel better.”

Dazai chuckled. “Nah. I did that to Chuuya once, thinking his hair might taste like Flaming Hot Cheetos. It didn’t.”

Sigma shook his head, hiding a smile as best he could. “I’m sure he enjoyed that.”

“Oh, he was livid,” the detective replied. “But it was so worth it.”

Sigma felt every part of his body relax when Dazai continued to trail his fingers through his hair from his scalp to his shoulders, like he was petting a cat. He took a moment to make sure his voice would come out normally as he asked, “Is there a point to your fondling my hair or are you just being an idiot?”

“Fondling?” Dazai paused in his ministrations to cackle, bending over at the waist as he laughed.

Sigma flushed, suddenly embarrassed at his word choice. “You know what I mean.”

“That wasn’t fondling. This is fondling!” Dazai made a show of grabbing a fistful of Sigma’s hair and scrunching it up, his fingernails catching the other man’s neck in tandem with the stray strands that flew free.

“Hmmph!” Sigma clenched his fists, wrinkling one of the papers he’d been working on as well, every relaxed muscle in him suddenly taut with tension. “D-Don’t do that! I’ll have to comb it all out again.”

Dazai paused and was silent for a moment, and for a brief second Sigma thought he was getting what he asked.

Then the detective plunged his fingers through his two-toned hair to scribble purposefully at his neck, and he squeaked and dropped his pen as his hands flew up to stop him. “Dohohon’t!”

“Oooh, is this a new tickle spot, Sigma?~” Dazai teased, capturing his right wrist and tracing his finger along the shell of his ear. “What about here?”

“Ehehehehehe! Nohohoho!” Sigma scrunched up his shoulder protectively, trying to reach around with his left arm to stop the detective’s experimenting.

Dazai’s grin was evident in his voice. “Fascinating! I’ll have to look into this more later. But I don’t want to ruin the moment.”

“Ruin the moment? It’s already ruined,” Sigma shot back, gesturing at his desk. “Look at all these papers I’ll have to start over thanks to you!”

Without another word, Dazai silently went back to the petting motion he’d started this interaction with. Sigma felt himself relax involuntarily, a sigh slipping free this time as well.

“Feels nice, hmm, Sigma?” Dazai teased playfully.

Sigma closed his eyes and resigned himself to not getting any work done until his friend left him alone.

[riallasheng]

Hello!!! Thank you for answering my ask about the boys' achievements, it's so cool to see how much info about them!! It's amazing! And I'd love love love to know about TinTin, Brains, and the rest too if you dont mind ^⁠_⁠^

Hello again my lovely returning anon! ^^

I'm quite glad to have answered your question, and I'm so happy that you enjoyed my answer! ^^

I'll answer these as best I'm able, although in warning there simply is not as much information on these characters as there is on the Tracy brothers, and it tends to be a bit more contradictory (esp with Brains. Oh my heavens Brains' stuff tends to be ALL OVER the place)

Despite there not being as much, it is still several people, so readmore deployed yet again!!

I also added in Grant Tracy (Grandma Tracy's husband) and Valentina Tracy (my name for Jeff's wife... I know Fleetway and now TaG have adopted the fanon name of Lucille for her, but I don't use it for my TOS fanworks)

Going from oldest to youngest again, which - given I'm a fan of the 'Brains is only Alan's age' - means Brains is last. Brains has like... four... official / canon age brackets. He bounces between 'roughly Jeff's age', to 'roughly Scott's age', to 'roughly the age of the 'middle' sibling (John or Virgil as ye please), to 'roughly Alan's age'. To me, his puppet LOOKS young, as does most of his art in the multiple canon comics, and he is referred to as a 'young man' and Scott thinks of him as 'the younger man' a few times in the novels and comics (plus Scott overall treats him like he is both younger than Scott himself AND much as he does his brothers - and his brothers treat Brains as if he were their age / one of the brothers in the novels and Brains treats THEM as if they're off the same age with Scott as the 'older sibling' in the novels too. Seriously there is SO MUCH SIBLING-LIKE BANTER AND TEASING it's wonderful XD ) So if nothing else in the NOVELS and pretty much all the comics I'd say Brains must be either in the 'middle sibling' or 'Alan' age bracket. (In a few comic stories, but most notably Atlantic Tunnel, Alan treats Brains as if THEY are roughly the same age, which is why I default to Brains being about Alan's age for my fanworks. Most official bios put Brains at ~25 though and thus 'middle sibling' age)

A quick note unrelated to this but in relation your other ask that is just a 'I forgot to add this': Gordon apparently does not have his astronaut wings, and seemingly doesn't have a astropilot license, not even a provisional / limited one. We actually only ever see him in space / on TB3 a very small handful of times and most of them are in Fleetway or Countdown.

Grant Tracy:

We somehow know both even less and even more about Grant than we do about Grandma Tracy. XD

We actually know his canon given name, and we know his profession (farmer) where we don't know what Grandma's profession was, and we know he was killed in the same avalanche that Jeff's wife was killed in

We know basically NOTHING ELSE about the man XD

I made him 3-4 years older than Grandma Tracy, and being VERY similar to Gordon in personality, to give someone for Gordon to have been really close to when the poor lad didn't quite fit in with the rest of the family. (which funnily enough gives him my baby brother's birth year)

I also had it where Grant graduated high school, but did not go for college as he wouldn't need it for his career (plus there honestly is nothing wrong with NOT going to college). I could absolutely see him going for a Trade school though

Given he seemingly was driving the car that he and the Tracys' mom was in when it was hit by the avalanche (Fleetway puts it as the house was hit so there's that too), he obviously would have had a Class-D (standard driver's) license. We know there was a lot of heavy farming equipment on the farm as Virgil's bios state he loved tinkering on and working with it, so he absolutely would have had a Class-B (farming vehicle) license. Outside of that, we don't really know what he might have had license wise

Grandma Tracy:

Not a part of her canon education or accomplishments, but my name for her in my fanworks is: Ruth Rosemary Joan Tracy (with a maiden name of Hughes). While the name of Ruth was popularized in the TOS fandom by the amazing Boomercat, I actually had come up with the name separately, naming her in honor of a VERY dear friend and 'great aunt' of mine who was VERY similar to Grandma Tracy in personality -especially the calm, down to earth, grounding and driving force that she is in the novels - and cooking skills (and in size. oh my lord my great aunt Ruth wasn't even 5 feet tall, which was always a bit amusing when she and I got to talk in person -she lived in Cairo, Egypt and I am American - as I'm 6 foot even) Her middle name of Rosemary actually was originally Eowyn, but I changed it in 2017 as my way of tributing Boomercat (Rosemary "Rosie" Alcott) when she passed away Her confirmation name (as I have her as Catholic, again in honor of the real-life Ruth for whom I named her) is Joan in tribute to Joan Hughes - an amazing woman in her own right who was actually the pilot of the real-life Tigermoth in Thunderbird 6!! Her maiden name of Hughes is a double duty tribute: both to Joan Hughes and to Howard Hughes!

There really is not much known about Grandma in canon. We aren't certain of her education. In the 2060s timeline, she would have been born in the late 80s (1987) and thus would be a millennial. Some of her bios imply that she would have been born in western Colorado (as that is where the Tracys were when the tragic avalanche happens and she and her husband Grant had moved to Aspen, Colorado after giving the TRACY family farm to Jeff and his new wife). So her education would be that of an early millennial / late gen Xer.

We don't know if she had any college education in canon. As I decided to make use of her apparently highly skilled cooking, I had her go to trade school / vocational school as cooking / baking is considered a trade

She refers to her cooking (and her cooking is referred TO) as famous, so I like to give her the accomplishment of running a bakery that won her awards and was well known but it isn't a canon accomplishment

Similarly, while it IS canon that Grandma traveled the world and is very worldly / knowledgeable about many places... we don't know anything more than that. I went with giving her Joan Hughes general backstory: A stunt pilot since the age of 15, one of the first people accepted into the newly formed World Air Force in the 2010s (one of the first women accepted into the britsh air force for Joan Hughes), served as a ferry pilot and ferried / flew aircraft all over the world - fighter craft, scout craft, bombers, you name it., then went on to be a stunt pilot after the war for a while. This means that in my fanworks, the Tiger Moth is RUTH's and used to be her stunt plane and she gave it to Jeff, and then Alan when she got too old to safely fly it. As a further result of this, Ruth was given the World Government equivalents of Joan's awards / medals in my ficverse (That would be the MBE and Pike Trophy- the pike being for outstanding contribution to civil flying instruction)

Grandma is strongly implied to have been a pretty good marksman in her past, so I gave her that skillset as well in my fanworks. Granted a LOT of farmers / people in rural areas in the US tend to be decent marksman as it's actually a fairly required / necessary skill set, esp on farms.

We never see Grandma driving in canon, BUT as someone with many kith and kin in rural areas in the USA... let's just say she would ***100%*** have a Class-D (standard driver's) license. Like seriously, public transportation is NOT an option outside of urban / suburban areas. I'd assume she also would have a Class-B (farmer's) license. My version of the character has a pilot's license as I used Joan Hughes' backstory to explain Grandma Tracys' 'world travelling' and 'exciting' past. She might have a helicopter license, though I strongly doubt she'd have a helijet license. She might have a CBL (or class A, B, and C commerical vehicles) license if we go with her having a Bakery that was big enough and /or to transport planes around via transport trucks. She seemingly has a commercial boating license, and the show kinda implies that she knows HOW to scuba, so we'll assume she has a diving license. Grandma is old enough (78 in 2065) that she likely has not renewed some - if not all - of these licenses. It depends on her health and opinions and needs

Parker:

Yes, yes, I know that in canon Parker is ~5 years Jeff's junior, but gosh darn it that always felt WRONG to me, Parker consistently looks and ACTS older than Jeff so I decided to age him up so that he was 5 or so years Jeff's SENIOR (Basically, it's the same age gap we see in the 04 film. Bill Paxton was born in 1955, Ron Cook was born in 1948)

I pull MUCH more heavily off the novels and comics for Parker and Penny than I do the TV series (esp the Lady Penelope novels) as Parker is MUCH less of a comedic and bumbling figure there, portrayed as far more competent and capable, and there is legit respect and friendship (if not a family-like bond) between Parker and Penelope in the novels and comics. Oddly enough, the 04 film really captured novel/comics Parker in a way the TV show never really did for me.

Parker hails from a long line of retainers for the English aristocracy 'for centuries', going back to at least the time of Queen Victoria and most likely longer than that. Parker was actually born into a decently well to do family, as his father was head butler, and his mother head housekeeper to an Earl.

Parker went to school and excelled at thermo-technical dynamics and engineering - at 13 years of age he converted an ex-army hovercraft into an all-terrian car/library for the Earl (from what I can figure, he basically gutted the hovercraft and installed shelving and a desk in the now empty interior, removed the partition wall between the cabin and main body of the hovercraft, and likely added a ramp of some kind to the rear for access. The hovercraft seems to have been about the size of a short-bus from context clues. So impressive, but not impossible for a 13 year old.

It's heavily implied that Parker continued to go to school and into higher education, still with a focus on thermo-technical dynamics and engineering, and continued to excel at it

The Earl died with Parker was 20. The Earl's family cut off Parker's allowance, his parents paychecks, kicked the Parker family out of the house / off the grounds, gave them no recommendations and from the sounds of it 'took back' a LOT of the money they'd been saving / left the family basically penniless.

The Parkers moved to London. It's HEAVILY implied that his parents died very shortly after this, and Parker fell in with bad company, quickly using his education to become the finest / best safe-cracker in the world, and an equally skilled cat-burglar. No violent crime at all, in fact it seems the only violence he has was self defense or while resisting arrest / escaping custody, and even that seems limited to 'only what is needed to get away and won't do any lasting harm'. At the very least, Parker seems to have no counts of murder, manslaughter, battery, or assault. He indeed was only at Parkwood due to his reputation for being to escape 'any nick'

He was eventually caught and ended up in Parkwood Scrubs Prison and spent some time there, where he shared a cell with light-fingered Fred and the two became great friends.

Parker was released from Prison and given passing refences to his having served in 'the war' I tend to think that he might have had something similar to his Real-Life INSPIRATION occur: Johnny Ramensky was a career burglar and safe-cracker. During WWII he was released after agreeing to enlist in the military and put his skills to 'good use'. Parker having this past explains why he was released after only one to three years, the mentions of him having served / having military contacts and friends, and is a nice tie-in to his primary inspiration! There's at least one mention in the comics and I thiiiiiink one of the bios that he has a decorated service record.

Parker, like Jeff, is old enough that he likely was involved in SEVERAL of the 'world conflicts' that happen in TOS comic and show canon -The Global Conflict of the 2010s: In canon Parker wouldn't have been born yet, and in my aged up fanon he, like Jeff, would have only been a preteen. So not involved. -The Global Atomic War of the 2030s: Parker would have been in his early 30s for this, too young for what we see in the 'time in Parkwood' flashback, and likely joined this war of his own free will and likely is when he was a 'radio-man' and could even be where he got a lot of his driving training / skills as the way it is described in the novels is VERY 'military' in style. (Jeff was in this war too btw, as a pilot although it is heavily implied he was flying medical aid and not a combat pilot). Great Britian, Russia, Turkey, and I think Brazil become Military Dictatorships during this war and remain so until the 2040s. -In the 2040s, the World Goverment uses the Universal Secret Service (basically WIN from Joe 90, but the Agent 21 stories predate Joe 90 and the 'name' WIN by over 5ish years) to kill the Dictators in command of the various dictatorships, toppling said goverments and bringing them into the world goverment. These events were referred to as Civil Wars . We see Agent 21 being sent to the British Dictatorship to do this / take part in the British Civil War in his comic strips, set in 2046. Parker likely would have been living in England, likely even in London, during this time frame as he mentions he's only ever lived in England. Parker could have been a Loyalist, part of the rebellion, or even just 'I don't care', we really have no way of knowing. All factors considered, I lean towards Parker simply didn't care all that much and was still engaging in burglary and the like during this time frame. He would have been in his mid 40s. -Some time in the 2050s (I lean towards late 2050s given the ages of various characters involved) there SEEMS to have been another War. This is the one that Scott, Gordon, Troy, Phones, Scarlet, and many others MUST have been involved in. Parker would have been in his early 50s and THAT matches up with the age we see in the Parkwood flashbacks. Thus Parker likely was captured and held at Parkwood sometime in the late 2040s to early 2050s, and when the War started, was offered freedom in exchange for his skills.

After the war, Parker's bio says that he tried to go straight and narrow, taking odd jobs, but nothing worked out and by the time late 2063 / earl 2064 rolled around, he was back to burglary and safe-cracking... which is when / how Lady Penelope ended up meeting and hiring him. It's a FUN story, btw, and the first comic of Lady Penelope's comic strip stories. Parker goes to break into the safe of an American Oil Tycoon... only to find Lady Penelope already in the room, chilling. She basically half forces / half tricks Parker into agreeing to work for her.

Parker is an AMAZING driver, an excellent mechanic, and there's ONE comic (in Fleetway, which came out in the 90s) where we see him flying a plane so he at some point got his pilots license, but that MIGHT actually be a trainers / limited pilots license. Penny does canonically have a pilots license and thus so long as she is in the craft, Parker could fly with a limited license, and that might be only for jet craft, not propeller craft - ABSOLUTELY not for bi-planes XD. He absolutely does not have a helicopter or helijet license. He seems to have a civilian AND Commerical boating license, and might have a civilian submarine craft license. We see him diving, so he has a diving license. The man suffers from vertigo and shows no control over his parachute(s) when he uses them, so he doesn't have a skydiving or paragliding license. He might have a CBL (Class A, B, and C commerical vehicle) license, in fact I'd lean heavily towards it.

Jeff's Wife / Tracy Brothers' Mom:

She might be British? I think one of the bios says something along those lines, but all other canon material implies she was, like Jeff, American so it's sort of a *shrug emoji*. I like the idea of her being British myself, but it's a VERY grey area so choose as ye please

Yes, I made Jeff's wife older than him (only a year or so though XD ) I actually did it so that Alan and TinTin mirror the relationship, as Alan actually mirrors Jeff in a LOT of ways

I also go with a non-canon name. Valentina Lucille Tracey (maiden name Baumgartner) In my defense, Lucille was just a very popular fanon name starting in the mid 80s and then in the 90s, Fleetway comics made it canon, THAT happened only because the creative team at Fleetway mistakenly thought Lucille WAS canon / were persuaded to use it because of how popular it was. Both Gerry and Sylvia said they 'never would have named' the character Lucille so by the time Fleetway made it canon in the 90s, and then when TaG made it canon in the Teens... I already had a name for the character. I used the name of the first female Astronaught for her given name, and I gave her the surname of the first female test pilot. Then as a tip of the hat to fanon (and now canon) her middle name is Lucille.

Rather like Grant, we really don't know much about this woman, we don't even TECHNICALLY know her canon name in TOS, as Fleetway didn't come out till the 90s... although it is considered 'part', or at least one of, the canon continuities that make up TOS

We do know from bios that Virgil is the one that took the most after her - in appearance, in personality, and in his artistic and musical talents. Virgil's bio also flat-out states that she was musically focused, rather than Virgil's heavier art focus. She had a promising career as a concert pianist. She either retired from it to be a full time mom or 'retired' when she passed away. That means that the White Baby Grand is almost certainly HER piano.

Small fun fact, the 'died giving birth to Alan' might actually be ascended-fanon as well. Gerry and Sylvia never said or implied it themselves, and the sources that use it generally didn't get the info from them. officially, she died in a tragic accident when Alan was 'quite young' and Alan was then raised by his father and eldest brother and was as a result 'rather spoilt'. The avalanche I think first shows up in Fleetway, but I'm not sure.

Jeff Tracy

Canonically one of the first men on the moon... which... really, REALLY, REALLY doesn't work. Even with the 2020s timeline, Jeff was born in the 1970s which is AFTER the Space Race, and even Fleetway has it where there is the beginnings of a Lunar Colony in 2000 / 2001 when Jeff goes to the Moon. That's likely why so many fans make it where Jeff was the first man on MARS. Even with the 2060s timeline, that would have taken place in the 2020s to 2030s and thus predates pretty much any instance of humans on Mars... eeeeexcept in TV21 - which had Mars colonized sometime in that 2010s time frame. =_= ...honestly, there's a reason in my fanworks I moved the Martian Capital City of Kahra from Mars and the Martian Colony to Venus / have it where Agent 21 operates from / was born on Venus and Mars is NOT yet colonized but instead Venus was XD

We know he graduated High School in the top of his class (don't know if he skipped grades) and had a higher education at an Ivy League school... likely Yale or Harvard, BUT if he went to school at Oxford, that could be how he met his wife, as she apparently was British!! He easily could have had something similar to Scott where he got his Masters at Yale, then 'finished' his schooling at Oxford to get a PhD or a second Masters.

He served in the Air Force (World or US) and served 'in a war' which almost certainly would have been the Global Atomic Conflict of the 2030s when he was in his mid to late 20s. He met and befriended Casey at this time. Both he and Casey achieved the rank of Colonel during their time in the war. There's a refence in the comics (and I think bios) that Jeff was the youngest colonel on record 'until Scott claimed that record' which is likely where the reference to Scott being a Colonel comes from.

Jeff was a pilot, but it seems like he avoided direct combat / was not a FIGHTER pilot and certainly there are no mentions of him being an Ace. He might have been flying aid missions and the like. There's a passing mention of his being involved in a mutiny, but it's in the sense that HE wasn't part of the mutiny OR the target of it, but more he had the bad luck of being on a ship when the mutiny occurred.

In what would have to be before the War (so in the 2020s) Jeff received training to become an Astronaut. He also seemingly started founding his company around this time / in his early 20s. (Seriously, that company has SO MANY DIFFERNT NAMES IN CANON.) By his mid-20s Jeff's company had gotten started and was already bringing in millions, and Jeff was running it alongside his astronaut / pilot duties and seemingly was managing to keep it going (likely by hiring skilled CEOs) even during the was in the 2030s. The company is BIG. Big enough that funding IR can be hidden in the shuffle big. That means forget millionaire. possibly forget billionaire. Jeff might be a trillionaire. and he is 100% a self-made man, as both of his parents (and their parents and going back generations) were middle-class - at best - generational farmers.

oh also, in TV21, at some point in the 2030s, there was a rebellion at the Jupiter Colony and the leader of said rebellion went to Earth to try and claim control of the moon / lunar colony. He is stopped and captured by Jeff and the jovian invasion force surrenders and returns to Jupiter. the leader, Kranol will be held in a high security prison until sometime in the late 2060s.

Has a Class-D (standard driver's) license. ABSOLUTELY has a pilot's and astropilot's license / has his astronaut wings. Pretty much certainly has a Class-B (farmer's) license. Likely has a CBL (Commercial Class A, B, and C) license. Has a civilian boating license and likely has a commercial boating license. I can't think of any time we see him diving, so might not have that.

Kyrano

There isn't really much known about Kyrano's education. He must have HAD it, because he is listed as working at both Kew and Kennedy Space Center as... well, quite a few things. one mention is that he was a professional cook, but ALL other mentions put him as a botanist. Either Expert Botanist in general and was in charge of many plants and layouts and landscaping... or plants to recycle air for space travel/stations... etc. Botany is the career things keep returning to, so that like is what he majored in and to get a job at the places he did, he must have a degree and most likely a Masters or the equivalent there of.

The Hood is his younger half-brother and somehow stole Kyrano's inheritance from him, leaving Kyrano penniless. Kyrano's family owned a massive jungle 'estates' with a variety of things reported and having rubber plantations and mines of some kind.

Kyrano and TinTin and how they met Jeff / came to live with the Tracys is... really a hodge podge, although the only MAJOR outlier is Fleetway. All the other canon continuities have it where Jeff and Kyrano have been friends for YEARS, meeting before his wife died. TinTin to all appearances came to live with the Tracys while she was fairly young AND seemingly before her father came to live with the Tracys (possibly Kyrano trying to get TinTin away from the Hood and the danger he presented?) as TinTin seemingly finished up her High School in America and ABSOLUTELY was living with the Tracys for her entire higher education period, as Jeff paid for it. Kyrano has been living with the Tracys and acting as the housekeeper / butler for a few years to several years by the time of the pilot. Fleetway has it where Jeff doesn't meet Kyrano and TinTin until two or three years prior to the pilot episode which... doesn't fit with anything we see / are told in teh show, novels, or any other comics.

He has a Class-D (standard driver's) license. Has a pilot's license. Seems to have a helijet but not a helicopter license. Doesn't seem to have any other licenses that we're aware of

Lady Penelope

Penny started her schooling at Hightower School, starting when she was 11 and graduating somewhere around 12-13 years of age. She was top of her class, Head Girl, and top athlete. (so it'd be Lower School, if I recall correctly, and seemingly skipped a grade or two)

After Hightower, she went to Rowden Boarding School - a highly exclusive and well respected school. We don't know what she majored in, only that she was again top of her class, Head Girl, and top athlete and graduated at 14-15. (Upper School if I, again, am recalling correctly. She seemingly doesn't skip grades here, but she is a year or two younger than everyone else due to graduating early from Hightower)

In quick explanation we find out in the 'Penny as a Young Girl / Penny as a Teen' comics that Penny's father is actually a retired spy, and Penny decides right around as she is set to graduate from Rowden that she wants to be a spy as well. UNFORTUNATLY the comics don't follow up on this. Instead the 'Penelope as a Young Woman' comics are set in the mid 1960s instead of 2045 -2050s, Penny wasn't going to school but instead going to live in the city, there was no indication she was rich, they never went into her spy career... she just... suddenly was a middle class girl trying to get by in the big city. Which probably wouldn't have bugged me if it hadn't been PENELOPE right when she was supposed to be starting her spy training!! To make it even worse, Penny's bios and bits and bobs we get from her comics, novels, etc all tell us that she DIDN'T have these adventures, but instead went to a Swiss 'Finishing School' that was actually a cover for a SPY SCHOOL and became an independent Secret Agent by 19 years of age!! (It actually matches up almost perfectly with what we see in Class 6 Sternoff', a subline comic in the Lady Penelope Comic Magazine, and one of the leads is VERY similar to Penny in personality... which makes me think that Class 6 was originally the 'Penny as a Young Adult' and the stories set in the 1960s were supposed to be the subline with an original character.) As a result of all this, I freely admit that I generally ignore the 'Young Adult' comics and treat Class 6 as the 'official' Young Adult Penelope comics.

Upon graduating, Penny became an independent spy / free agent. She has been indicated to have worked for the USS (Universal Secret Service - the TV21 equivalent of WIN), to have worked for WIN (World Intelligence Network, introduced in Joe 90), to have either worked FOR or FOUNDED or became the leader of FAB (Federal Agents Bureau)... the problem with all of those is that the TV show, comics and novels all make it VERY clear that Penny doesn't work for anyone. She's an independent agent that a few other spies / higher ups in agencies know (and many of them have no idea who she REALLY is, only knowing her as Agent L). Rhapsody's bio claims that Lady Penelope was the founder and leader of FAB and that Penelope trained Rhapsody... but the thing is EVERYTHING but Fleetway's Complete TB Story puts Lady Penelope very VERY solidly in the 2060s - like flat out stated multiple times solidly... and that means Penny and Rhapsody are the same age, only a year or two of difference.

There is a VERY weird refence that Jeff met Penny / she was an old friend from his 'Agency Days' and that becasue of the 'delicate nature of some of his missions, he met Lady Penelope' which... this is literally the only time it's implied that Jeff was a secret Agent (something DIRECTLY contradicted by everything else we know of his history) and it also directly contradicts every other instance we have of how the two met... which is always something along the lines of 'close to the time IR gets started, Jeff is informed by SOMEONE of Penny's status as a super spy, meets and usually tests her in some way, and then has her become the first IR agent / head of the IR agents.

Penny is involved in a lot of charities, and has a cover of a 'aspiring journalist' that she maintains to explain her travels and questioning of people in her line of work when 'I am rich and was bored' will not work. She is famously as generous as she is polite.

Lady Penelope has gotten up to QUITE a few adventures as a spy, many of which have had World Politics level impact (the woman has dealt with Generals, Heads of Secret Police, ARMYS, and more)

She speaks several languages with native level fluency; known examples include Italian, French, German, Spanish and Berezniki

There is a passing reference that Scott and Penny met 'while in school / met a few years ago' that is just... what. WHEN. But not in the 'this directly contradicts EVERYTHING we're told way' that the 'during Jeff's Agency days' bit does Of all the characters they are the ones MOST LIKELY to have met prior to the mid 2060s, since the rest of the Tracys (including Jeff) basically stayed in America (and/or outer space) with Jeff's time outside of America mostly being in the 2030s... which would have been before Penny was born in late december 2039. Scott was in England for Oxford in ~2055 which would be around the time Penny was in Rowden Boarding School. He also was in / around Europe during 'the War' when Penny would have been finishing up her Spy Schooling / just starting her spy career. TinTin went to school (multiple) SOMEWHERE(s) in Europe as she finished up her education, but those are canonically all engineering and technical universities and I don't think the timelines match up as well. Brains MIGHT have gone to school in Paris, but so far as we know Penny did not spend much time in Paris and wouldn't have been going to an engineering school there... also Brain's time in Paris is VERY QUESTIONABLE as far as canon goes If the two did meet - esp during the time that Penny was preparing to be a spy (last year of Rowden), training to be a spy (the swiss school) or starting her spy career (late 2050s-early 2060s), that actually does answer the old fandom question of "who told Jeff about Penny and how she was a spy when even the commanders of MI5, WIN, the USS and every other spy organization (except FAB, which Jeff wouldn't have a connection to) doesn't know?" Scott, possibly.

one point of note here... Penny likely doesn't have many (if any) of these licenses as 'Lady Penelope', but instead has gotten the training and has fake licenses / licenses under false IDs Lady Penelope has a Class-D (standard driver's) license... yes, really. There is only one instance where Penny apparently 'doesn't know how to drive' and it's when she's playing the 'socialite' AND trying to delay returning to London. There's another episode where we see Penny driving in the show and she has NO issue with it. She has multiple instances of driving herself around in the comics and novels. She is the only character stated FLAT OUT to be able to drive a motorcycle (and a rocket motorcycle at that!), so she absolutely has a motorcyle license. While it's said (I think in the show? but it's absolutely said in TB6) that Penny doesn't have a pilot's license, she is actually seen / mentioned flying a plane in the comics and novels, so I'm going to go with 'Penny not having a pilot license is a lie', most likely said because Penny felt someone she didn't want to know the truth was in ear shot / she was worried there might be a recording device nearby. She has flown a helijet and a helicopter, so likely has a license for both. She seems to have a civilian submarine craft license. She has both a civilian and commercial boating license (although she goes through the Seabird Yachts like CRAZY. Seriously she starts her comics with Seabird I and was on Seabird VI by the time her comics ended). She has a diving license. She has a paragliding and skydiving license. She doesn't have a astopilot license or astronaut wings and canonically she doesn't know how to drive commercial vehicles or construction vehicles.

TinTin

What's in a name? ...a lot of confusion apparently XD Multiple canon sources say that TinTin's name means 'sweet', but there is no Malaysian word that is similar to TinTin that means such... buuuuuuut there is a MANDARIN word that means Sweet Tián If you go with a non-canon surname (Tin - catonese spelling of the mandarin surname Tian - meaning field) you end up with the name Tián Tin which to many people would sound like 'Tin Tin' ...the fact that this is the name of one my RL friends is just coincidence and maybe kinda sorta inspiration for this XD the fact that said friend is a HUGE Adventures of Tin-Tin fan and gleefully claimed 'Tin-Tin' as a nickname that she STILL uses to this day... well... XD As for why she uses 'Kyrano' as a surname once or twice in the show... it could just be an false surname for security purposes, or even just a mix-up in paperwork (I did get called 'Ms J Leonard' at a job once, as a mix-up had them thinking my dad's given name was my surname somehow, so it CAN be a thing that happens)

TinTin apparently comes to America to live with the Tracys while fairly young (and before her father does) as she at minimum finishes her high school (equivalent) education in America before moving onto a higher education. She also apparently skips grades as she SEEMS to graduate at ~16.

She goes to college in America for a period of time, and then goes to Europe to finish her higher education. What these schools are is unknown / never said unfortunately. A bunch of countries are mentioned / considered canon by the fandom, but nothing is said or even really hinted at in canon. I honestly have her following in Scott's 'footsteps', going first to Yale for ~2 years (in 2060 & 2061) and getting a Masters in Electrical/Mechanical Engineering and possibly Higher Mathematics. I have her take a 2 year gap to get job experience - working at Tracy Industries, also in part because this falls during the apparent 'War' that happened. After the war, TinTin went to Oxford for ~2 years (in 2063 & 2064) and gets a Masters in Advanced Technical Theory and if she didn't get the Higher Mathematics before, she got it here. She graduates in June of 2064.

She is canonically an electronics expert, a mathematical mind, and engineer. (Fun fact, she is the only character we see doing maintenance in the TV show when she's shown doing maintenance on TB1 in Martian Invasion.) She is also said to be an engineer / head engineer in the Lady Penelope audio adventure 'Introducing Thunderbirds' which for some reason was cut from the Anniversary Episode

She acts as Jeff's secretary as a 'cover', but seemingly actually HAS had secretary training and sometimes does secretary / dictation work to help Jeff out when not helping Brains in the Lab / doing engineering work

TinTin has a Class-D (standard driver's) license, and might have a motorcycle license. She's apparently an expert level diver, almost as good - if not as good - as Gordon is and thus would have a divers license. She has a civilian boating license and apparently is very skilled. She has a civilian submarine craft license. She has a pilots license for both jet and propeller craft and apparently can pilot a biplane and stunt plane. She has her astronaut wings and an astropilot license (although it MIGHT be a provisional / limited license as we never see her pilot solo). Likely has a paraglider and sky diving license. Has a CBL (Commercial Class A, B, and C) license.

Brains

hooo boy here we go

What's in a name? Well to start, it IS NOT Hiram K Hackenbacker. Even if you totally ignore the fact that the episode where the name is introduced flat out states it's an alias that Brains fails to react to... there are other instances where it's stated to be an alias in the audio for this ep. It also isn't Horatio Hackenbacker, despite what the 1966 Spring Extra says ^^;; Whatever his name is, it's not this ^^

Born in Michigan (some things say 'Chicago, Michigan' which... well Chicago is NEAR Michigan, but the Windy City is actually in Illinois) and while preteen his parents were killed when a.... hurricane... struck... their... Michigan home I i literally do not have enough words to explain why that is impossible in this... maybe in a separate post like the 'Y'all don't get America dudes' one or something

After the death of his parents, Brains was adopted by a retired Camridge professor who had been a friend of his parents. Said adoptive father apparently passes away before Brains is a mid-teen / early teen btw. Poor kid.

Brains skips LOTS OF GRADES. I personally headcanon that he was homeschooled by his adoptive father as Brains likely would have been bored by normal schools and likely heavily bullied. He starts college as a young teen, and must have been taking tests (like CLEP or DANTES) to get as many classes out of the way as possible while he was 'still in high school' since he's got his first Doctorate as a mid teen.

What school(s) he went to is uncertain. There's a single reference to him going to university in Paris, where he gave a lecture that Jeff heard and made Jeff realize the young man was the perfect person to make IR a reality... the issue with that is that Jeff unlikely would have been in Paris sitting in on a random lecture. All other schools Brains could have gone to were in America, so I tend to assume that Brains had an American education. He's had MIT, Harvard, Yale, Stanford, University of Chicago, Caltech and... Fleetway puts him at Tracy University - which while it was a space focused school, it was also one of the best tech universities in the world. As a result, I tend to have it where Brains went to Tracy U. That means he would have ABSOLUTELY run into at least one of the Tracy brothers, who then could have easily brought Brains to Jeff's attention.

While still a teenager (probably in 2061 or 2062), Jeff listened to a lecture Brains gave at his college, approached Brains and Brains was soon part of IR.

Brains has SEVERAL Doctorates by the time of the pilot episode. I remember at least one refence to him having ~12, and I know he's got at least 5 mentioned a few times

Brains was involved in the designing of all the Thunderbirds and pod vehicles. Jeff, Scott, John, Virgil, and Gordon seemingly were also involved to various degrees in the craft (Alan seemingly was not, and TinTin is debatable - though she WAS involved in the construction)

What his many doctorates are in, we do not know, though we can assume it's various tech, math, engineering and so on

His 'hobbies' include trigonometry, thermodynamics, and advanced robotics / programming, and seemingly is trying to create an AI / android as shown in Braman.

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

had to put these on hold for a while for personal reasons </3 they're likely to still be infrequent, but in honor of kirb2k!

(my notes would only load back to mid september so I missed a couple weeks sorry :c but be warned that this is a long one! it's 3 entire months' worth!)

also, reminder that kirb2k ends tomorrow!!! preorders, commissions, and auctions will all close at noon pst on sunday december 17th! everything is linked in the pinned post or filed under the tag kirb2k!

first is one more birthday kirb from my friend @sleepy-sheep-wizard:

Realized halfway thru that I don’t know what Kirby looks like off the top of my head, so I got funky with it. Happy birthday, thank you for being a good friend

thank you again friend <3 getting funky with it is truly in the spirit of just drawing a little guy for fun, I love his little hat in particular.

on [mirror] @shapeshifterwithafez said: uuuh is Scherben bringen Glück/ Shards bring luck a universal saying? sounfs clinky as a direct translation. anyways in germany we say that shards of stuff you broke brings luck so I hope the luck finds you or smth sorry for rambling ^^

I'd never heard this saying before, but I think it's very sweet! thank you for sharing it with me :)

on [pipefight] @hauntedppgpaints said: goalies with a skate blade and their stick in hand

big hockey vibes for real yeah lol

on [pink] @gaydiation-poisoning said: ...I wanna eat that pink

honestly same, it's sooo pleasing

on [rain] @hive-heart said: Everything alright, daily kirby guy?

not really but sitting by the window in the rain is a good thing lol thanks for asking <3

(also the person who tagged that same post myhouse.wad made me laugh)

on [photo] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a picture of their cat and said: get adored idiot!! see the hate in her eyes? I’ll make her love me yet!!

me @ my partner's cat

@violet-dragongirl said: oh! I have been meaning to ask! Have you played Kirby and The Forgotten Lands? I assume you did but just wanted to say that I did about a week ago and I loved it and thought of your art! ^.^ And if you haven't, yes, Carby is super adorable and amazing :3

I have! I got it very shortly after it came out, I had a really good time with it. I've been slowly replaying it recently with my partner, they were kind of fond of kirby just by proxy but since we started playing they adore bandee now and say he never gets enough screen time XD I'm glad you also had fun!

on [mice] @ceylonsilvergirl said: girls like swarms of things, right?

idk bro my wife wasn't so big on it when I got a gig housing 30 mice, but maybe she's weird. I liked them. (sadly one of the best paying jobs I've ever had up until the owner lost it and abandoned them with me, yes I still took care of them for the rest of their little lives) (and yes I also got my wife's okay before I took them on in the first place)

on [covid] @mordantivore said: reading posts from when the era of covid safety was declared anathema and ended is haunting. we were so desperate to find ppl willing to help us stay alive. there are fewer of us now bc “allies” are worthless & more of us have died

yeah. fuck. I'm lucky that the people in closest proximity to me are at least moderately careful, but me and my wife and partner are usually the only ones wearing masks anywhere we go except sometimes the employees and I know they don't always wear them when they're out without me.

on [swim] @northeasternwind said: Jdjdjfkg imagining Kirby being way more bouyant than your average human so them gotta exhale REAL HARD or attach nega-floaties (sinkies?) like weights to dive

lol yeah they probably gotta try So Hard to actually get under the water. (I think diving weights/ballast is a thing that humans use too? I've never gone diving, having my face underwater stresses me out -n- )

on [float] @nickiemoot said: he has to go now. his planet needs him. *slide whistle*

I can only hear this as that one similar part from one of the asdfmovies, it delights me

@vampiricarus said: if you see this just know i love your art so much

aww thank you! <3

anonymous said: just wanted to say I love Kirby and I love your art! I’m always excited to see it on my dash. thank you for bringing a little joy to my life :) I need it once in a while like I’m sure a lot of others do too! Keep up the good work :))

thank you! drawing a little guy brings me a little joy too, I'm glad it can do the same for others <3

on [drain] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. Existing is hard work sometimes. A lot of the time

fuck dude it sure is <3 especially when my body keeps trying to shut down lol

on [mud] @why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken said: Hey man are u doing ok

I am not, thanks for asking <3

on [tummyache] @hobgirl said: :o kirby the gorb why would you do that!!!!! why!!!!!

I didn't want it to go to waste!!! everyone is dumb sometimes!!!

on [wizard] @eau-the-agony said: not enough appreciation in the wizarding world for garlic salt spell. its all kung pow penis tgis and ketamine ape that. not enough of the small joys which carry us through the horrors like a dinky garbage raft

you are so right. the small joys are the most powerful of all.

on [wizard] @beepbeepdespair said: somehow didnt know garlic salt was a thing until this moment. now i really want some. i think i just found a kg of it online for 12 quid??

I am so pleased that you now have the knowledge of Garlic Salt Spell, I hope you got to try it out for yourself :D

on [zelda] @chaos-squared said: Good job!! I’ve had it for longer yet still haven’t completed it ;w;

nothing wrong with that! I only finished it as quickly and thoroughly as I did because I was basically bedridden for all of october, as long as you enjoy the time you do spend with a game it doesn't really matter how much time you spend or how far you get.

on [brave] @gudetamalover said: me tomorrow afternoon when I get all four wisdom teeth out

I'd already had several other oral surgeries on account of Weird Teeth before I got my wisdom teeth out but it still knocked me on my ass for a couple days, I hope your recovery went as smooth as possible! (altho that was also like. 15 years ago. and general anesthesia has gotten a lot better since then.)

on [shiny] @angst-and-fajitas said: Like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

bald! bald! bald! bald!

on [powerwash] @chronicdilf said: decemberb 16 im goign to walk across the damn stage get my damn diploma folder im going to go home and POWERWASHER SIMULATOR JUST LIKE KIRBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah!!! you're gonna do it!!! you might be doing it right now even!!!

on [cooked] @hobgirl said: oh mood kirby..... struggling with the very last paper i need to write before i can graduate and its got me feeling this way fr

ough, I hope you made it through your paper! lots of people graduating tho that's so cool, congrats to both of you!

on [bears] @jupiterlandings said: I get so happy every time I see Cake and the name Cake being tagged :)

it's such a good name for a bear, I'm grateful you thought of it!! especially given the best I could do for the other one was "kirbear" lol

@violet-dragongirl said: omg seeing that Fav Grobs Post you recently put up makes me so happy! over a thousand (and then some!) GORBS?! :D I'm not only impressed but so proud ya made it this far and I'm so glad you got possibly more to go of Kirby!! :D!! Really great job 🥰🥰

thank you! I'm gonna hit 2000 days of drawing kirby tomorrow, that's so wild!

on [popular] @timeturner-jay said: Op your Kirby art brings so much utter joy you have no idea <3

yay I'm glad <3 I love to draw a little guy, it's good I'm not the only one having fun lol

I got a lot of "good blaze op" on the [macarena], and you're all correct, thank you for recognizing my great decision making B) (I'd been meaning to add the music and blaze it from basically the moment I drew it, I've just been really sick so it took a while.)

(also even if I don't always gather them in the roundup there are names I recognize showing up repeatedly in the tags, some of whom have been here for years, and I'm always glad to see you're still around!)

[cilil]

⸙ Prompt: Thanksgiving | Mafia AU Melkor x Mairon ⸙ Synopsis: The boss has plans for Thanksgiving. Mairon "Maironi" Artano finds himself quite intrigued. ⸙ Warnings: Smoking; also the AU is in itself a warning ⸙ Quintuple drabble

» AN: Based on @fraeuleinfriedhof's autocorrect-inspired idea and @saintstars's wonderful art (here and here), I contribute this little but hopefully entertaining ficlet to the Goncharov/Mafia AU Angbang movement.

"Anything else you need, boss?" Mairon – also lovingly dubbed Maironi by other members of the organisation – asked after placing yet another neat stack of papers on the ever-messy desk of Aman's most infamous criminal. 

"Fire." Melkor's answer came without hesitation. He was lounging in an armchair facing the huge window nearby to oversee the city of Valmar down below and extended his left hand to show an unlit cigar. 

Dutiful as always, Mairon walked over and fished a lighter from his pocket, swiftly producing a tiny flame while Melkor raised the cigar to his lips. The cool fingers of his boss' right hand curled around his wrist just as smoke began to rise between the two, and his breath hitched in his throat. Was it fear that he felt, Mairon questioned himself, but the answer was no... instead he felt strangely excited. 

"Anything planned for Thanksgiving?" Melkor asked conversationally, his thumb caressing his palm. 

"I suppose not," Mairon responded. "I haven't seen my family in years." 

The flame continued to flicker until he finally remembered that he was indeed still holding the lighter. 

Melkor smirked, seemingly pleased. "Neither do I." 

He took a deep drag, then let his hand drop and his head fall backwards to exhale. Mairon caught himself staring at his lips, ashen and beautifully shaped, promising kisses of death and oblivion. 

"Maybe we should celebrate together," Melkor said then, though his expression held a certain mocking irony. 

Nevertheless, Mairon decided to play along, slipping around the back of the chair to sit on its armrest – and put his physique on display, accentuated by the expensive suit he was wearing. 

"I didn't know you cared for such festivities," he said, his voice laced with matching irony; he would play coy, but not pretend to be stupid. 

Melkor's gaze wandered across his thighs appreciatively, then he grinned up at him. "Oh, I don't. But I thought perhaps... I should thank you for all you do for me?" 

And with that, his free hand snaked around his waist and came to rest on his hips. Mairon's face lit up triumphantly; he was finally getting exactly what he wanted and possibly much more still. 

"How flattering, boss. And such a tempting offer," he said, batting his eyelashes. 

"Indeed." Melkor pulled him onto his lap and brought the cigar to his lips. Ever eager to please, Mairon made a show out of closing his lips around it and savouring the smoke, though it was but a paltry imitation of what he truly desired. 

"Good boy," Melkor purred in his ear. "Now look out of the window."

Mairon did. Valmar, everyone who lived in the city, the entirety of Aman that lay beyond... it all either belonged to Melkor already or would do so soon. And then he saw his own reflection in the glass, sitting on his boss' lap and leaning against him like a pretty little pet, and realised with a surge of wild desire that he was Melkor's as well.

Thanks for reading! I'm not sure if I'm good at any sort of modern AU, but I'm trying my best XD

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Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader || (Long) Imagine

Plot: You were lost in the woods, you almost died- but a nice man with an eyepatch saved you ^^

Warnings: Y/N kinda trauma bonding to Jim. Jim kinda abducting Y/N. Allusions to a pretty large age difference. I told y'all I wanted to write him worse XD Written on my phone+unedited.

Imagine being lost in the woods for a week, holding onto the brink of life, when you're found by a random poacher. You're terrified and deprived (of food, water, sleep, heat- everything), and he wasn't even looking for you, and the police you talk to seem all-too-familiar with him, but when he takes you to the sheriff's office you don't want him to leave you there. No. Please. Your eyes fill up with tears as you hold onto his arm, abandoning the hot coffee a deputy handed you and almost letting the wool blanket slip from your shoulders. "P- please stay with m- me. I dont know anyone."

"Y'dont know him, either." The Sheriff mutters, rolling her eyes but- trying, in some way, to remain compassionate.

The man - he told you his name was Jim, and you could call him Jimmy. He was nice. Well, you thought he was nice. He saved you, you felt safe with him, - looked unsure, eye flickering between your wide pleading eyes to the Sheriff with her eyebrow raised at him; waiting expectantly for a responce. A nervous smile washes over his face. "I mean, uh- who am I t' turn down a pretty girl in distress, huh?"

"For god's sake." The Sheriff shakes her head, leaving to make some calls, muttering. "Y'know the world's gone nuts when Jimmy Bickerman saves the day. Yeesh."

The entire time you're at the station waiting for someone who knows you to come, your mum or your dad or a friend- maybe a boyfriend? (You don't know. You hit your head, and you don't remember much) you stick right by Jim like a baby duck. You start to feel terrible anxiety fill you up whenever he leaves.

He doesn't leave you much, though, taking responsibility for you almost as soon as you flashed those teary eyes at him and begged for him to stay with you. He kept close tabs on you, making sure you were warm enough now and getting you something to drink if he thought you weren't (slipping a little Something in it to make you feel even warmer. It was his special stuff, he told you with a wink. You werent sure if alcahol was the best cure for you, right now, but you drank it anyway- it felt good. It warmed you up from the inside out), he bugged Sheriff Reba to order you food from the diner when you finally started to feel hungry again and eating with you so you didn't feel awkward being watched like a feral forest person (it was kindof like a date, you thought, as your senses were beginning to return to you. He flirted with you a little bit, but it just made you feel nice and normal), he talked with you to distract you...

When you started to remember things, why you were in the forest and who you were and where you came from- it was because of him. He was talking to you about himself, and you were listening intently (He was nice, he was interesting, he was funny. You thought you would've liked him whether he found you in the woods almost dead or not) and slowly things started to come back to you. Jim encouraged you, and then made a crack at Reba about him doing her job better then she did. How she should hand over her badge.

She mentioned how if he ran this town then he'd probably try to enact a bi-weekly Purge night, but gave you a kind grin and said she'd call your parents. They'd come to get you. You seemed better but she still didn't like the idea of you driving home yourself. Or letting Jim take you home, either. God forbid.

At this point you were full, warm, and had changed into some spare clothes the Sheriff station kept on-hand. But you still felt... out-of-place. Nervous. Like you had changed from this experience and no one understood you- you were afraid your parents wouldn't be the same either. It was silly, but you felt like the only person who knew you now... was Jim.

You didn't want to leave him. You wanted to stay.

He saw the worried look on your face after Reba left to call your parents, and nudged you. "Hey. If I didn't know better missy I'd think you were sad, now."

"I... " You start, but can't find words, and frown. Yes, you felt better-- but the talking was still a struggle. It was hard to put all your thoughts in order. It was hard, it was frustrating.

"Y'dont wanna see your mom and dad?"

... you just shrug. Of course you do- don't you?

At least part of you does. The part from a week ago. The little girl in you that just wants to go home.

... but the more prominent part of you feels like running. Are they going to like you now?? The confused, scared, rougher version of you?? Would you see Jim again!??

The thought that you possibly wouldn't, that your parents would take you away without a second word to him aside from 'thanks', not taking his phone number or anything, sends a spark of panic through you. You could ask for it now-

"Um- " Turning to him, you earnestly held up your hand and pretend to write on it. "Do you- have- um, a phone number?"

He winces, and your heart plummets. He tells you he doesn't have a phone, and you think- that sounds right, from what you've learnt about him over the past day. He doesn't even have a permanent home at the moment, he's staying in a motel room above the bar in town. Damn.

Jim seems just as put-put out, but after a moment, he leans over to you with fresh excitement; a new idea. He pats your thigh. "Tell you what- how about you write down your home address; and I'll send ya letters. Maybe pay ya a visit sometime~ Hm?"

Immediately you wilt. "I- I don't remember it... "

"... right. Damn."

Sighing, you break your gaze away from him and look sadly down at your hands in your lap. "... I could... call the bar?... "

"Yeah sweetheart, you better." This time he puts his hand on your arm, and squeezes. You let out another sigh; he's touched you so much this whole time you're going to miss it so bad when you leave.

When you don't look any happier, more like a wet kitten than ever (and he found you covered in mud and scratches and leaves), he can't handle it. He hates it. Truth be told, he'd caught some kindof feelings for you over the last day. You weren't just his responsibility here; you were a cute, sweet little thing, and when you started remembering shit you turned out to be pretty damn funny. And real interesting.

-and fucking damn him to hell for noticing, but the soggy forest girl had a nice ass, too.

He did not want to part with you, either. He sure as hell didn't want you upset about nothin, either.

Not if he could do something about it.

"Y'know what?" He starts, getting one of those ideas that the town calls him nuts for, looking darkly in the direction that the Deputy is sitting in the room; cheerfully going over documents. Curious, you raise your gaze and look at him, waiting for 'what'. "If you don't wanna see yer parents- I mean- well," Another nervous smile flickers across his bearded face- but this time its got a hint wryness to it. Almost wicked. "I might have an idea."

"... what?" Nothing about the look on Jim's face or the menacing tone in his voice suddenly makes you weary. You're almost... excited. What's he thinking?? "Whats- what's your idea?"

He takes a deep breath, leaning so close you can feel his shoulders raise with it. "-well, my truck's in the lot still."

"Mhm... "

"I'm bettin' we can get there before your parents can get all the way here."

It takes a moment for the meaning behind his words to settle in your muddled brain- but when they do, your lips part in surprise. "You- you wanna take me home with you??"

"Uhuh." He finally looks at you again, your wide shocked eyes and cute nose and nice mouth. The dark fog in his eyes clears up by about half, looking at you. "If you wanna."

Before you even know what you're agreeing to you're nodding, getting up. "Yeah- I mean- yeah. Let's g- go."

A roguish grin slips across Jim's face from under his trucker hat.

"Thats my girl."

[i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs]

Just rewatched 03×02! :)

First up, Dustin and Dart!! I haven't talked about them earlier, but this episode is kinda about them, so let's go. Dustin is really cute in this episode honestly-- Love the "I need my paddles!!" thing! XD

Dart is strange, and definitely dangerous, but I have a friend who would've definitely done the same thing as Dustin lol. I'm glad that he likes animals at least?

The party and Dart! I really like these scene where they're all analyzing Dart to try to find out what it is. They're such nerds, and extremely smart nerds at that! All of them!! Also, the "ew, slimy *pass Dart to someone else*" thing was so funny! Love the details of Dustin passing it to his crush, Max passing it to her future boyfriend, Lucas passing it to his best friend, and Will passing it to his crush, and Mike keeping it in his hands(!), bring it close to his face(!!) and saying "what is he?" with that confused little face of his. (Idk if I'm into something here, tell me what you think please!)

Will's flashback was sad tho. :((

Bob and the Byers!! I like Bob, he's such a sweetheart. :)

Now, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan!! It really is time for stancy to break up. I really can't with them anymore, it's just sad. They're both sad. :(

Also I guess trying to save the catastrophic relationship of the Wheeler you're in love with is a Byers thing. 😔

Eleven and Hopper! Love their relationship. But I'm really happy to see El trying to break the rules Hopper set for her. Even if it's fucking dangerous and kinda worrying honestly.

Now, Mike and Max!! Let's be honest, that skateboard scene was funny because of their bickering, but it was also really cute. Did you guys see the smile Mike had while watching Max doing her stuff, and how worried he was about her when she fell? I don't know about you, but for me that looks like the start of a nice friendship!! :)

Love my "same text, different font" duo. :3

Alright, last but not least!! Will's vision! My poor boy's so stressed out and scared I want to wrap him in a blanket and never let him out again. (Though he definitely wouldn't like that at all, so let's just forget about it.) I'm happy he trusted Bob's advice, thought it wasn't a great decision for this situation. That would've worked for a nightmare, but since he's literally in the upside down, it was way too dangerous.

Also, I just wanted to say that for anyone who saw it too. There's so much r@pe references in there, it makes me really fucking uncomfortable. Please tell me I'm not the only one who saw that.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

So many interesting titles!!

Can you tell me something about Swapped Powers or Girls Night please?😊

Thank you!!! I'll tell you about both, because why not? XD

Snippets will be under the cut.

Swapped Powers

The premise of this is that Helen and John gained each other's powers from the Source Blood. (My imagination was not large enough to think that maybe all of the Five 'swapped' powers) So, Helen is the one that was effected by the parasite and became the Ripper. It follows John and Helen through the years, John building the Sanctuary Network from Helen's vision and raising Ashley.

Girls' Night

A fluff piece post-canon, in which Helen, Ashley, Abby, Kate, and Erika take a night on the surface just to hang out and bond. Lots of feels from Helen's point of view, because they're all close and she's never had that with so many other women at the same time. (Minor Teslen, but I don't plan on Nikola actually being in the fic).

___

Snippets:

Swapped Powers (Slapping this on as a warning, because this is directly before forceful removal of Ashley's embryo)

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The house was a Sanctuary, but it was not a safe place tonight. It was a dwelling place of madness. Regret. Sorrow. Grief. Determination.

John struggled to hold on to Helen as she fought tooth and nail against him and Nikola, the two that had been tasked with holding on to her. He was taller and stronger and Nikola was a vampire, but a mad, desperate woman was matching them. They needed to make sure that she did not best them.

"No! Let go of me! Let go of me!" Helen cried, voice rising.

Her arm slipped out of John's grasp and she swung for Nikola. He barely managed to catch her again.

"You need to keep her still." James instructed.

John looked at his best friend, thinking it was rather obvious, but no mood to fight. Nikola grunted and they managed to force Helen to her knees. John was fighting not to look at her and saw James falter.

Gregory took the lead. There was grief in the man's eyes as he approached his daughter, rag in hand. John met his gaze, his emotions mirrored in the other man's gaze.

"Father." Helen begged, looking at Gregory with wide, distressed eyes. "Do not let them do this. Please. It is not theirs to do."

"I am sorry, sweetheart."

The man cradled his daughter's head in one hand and firmly pressed the rag with the specialized mixture over her mouth and nose. Helen fought it even then, but the fight started to go out of her.

Her body sagged and John was able to hold her easily for the first time since they had administered the first drug.

Gregory removed the rag and stared down at his daughter.

"I'll need your help, James."

"I am staying with her." John said stubbornly.

Now that Helen was unconscious, he was able to lift her into his arms. Nikola released her and allowed him to do so.

"No." Gregory said.

John clenched his jaw, staring him down. Helen's head was nestled against his chest, like it had been on so many different occasions. He wanted to hang on to her. Change his mind about what they were going to do. But it was something that they had to do, no matter what. It was too late for them to turn back now.

Helen herself had made certain of that.

"Son." Gregory said, voice softening.

John looked at Gregory then, because the other man had never addressed him in such a tone before and it was jarring compared to the violence of what had just happened. ____

Girls' Night

In all her years, Helen had never had so many women on her personal Sanctuary team. Currently, not counting Helen herself, there were four. She rounded it out at five. With five women and three engagements among them, Kate had declared that they needed to celebrate.

So here they were, sitting in a booth in a rather rowdy London pub, drinking together. Helen had been reluctant to join in. It didn't seem like she belonged in the group. They were all younger than she was, all within a decade of each other. But they had insisted, so she had relented, because, honestly, it was nice to spend time with them.

Helen sat on one end, sipping a glass of red wine. Abby had a glass as well. Kate and Ashley, who had quickly bonded, both had beers. Erica was sipping a glass of cranberry juice.

Helen was glad to see that Erica was doing well, responding to the treatment to slow down the pregnancy to a level where she could handle it. A long pregnancy wasn't what any woman would have wanted in the best of circumstances, but Erica was handling it well. She was healthy and smiling and finally starting to show.

Helen knew that she had a special interest in the pregnancy, because Henry was her son, and the child was her grandchild.

The thought warmed Helen from the inside out, more so than any alcohol she could have chosen to consume this evening.

[herrscherrofyatta]

hi i was the one who asked you for the amber x herrscher!gn!reader and i had a long way to found you again because my dumbass didnt follow you back than which im very sorry about. And you did amazing with the request and i saw that your still open so if its not a problem could i ask for a continuation of said amber x herrscher!reader like they defeated the honkai or something or they made a family somehow XD

I'm glad you liked it! I was kinda hoping to write more about them so I'm glad you want a continuation! I'm definitely going to write like a different version of this since the new chapter came out and it gives me ideas lol! Hope you enjoy!!!

A month or two had passed since Otto Apocalypse succeeded in his plan of changing the past so Kallen Kaslana could live even if it didn't change anything in this timeline.

You wondered if in other timelines would you and Amber be together like you two are right now, hand in hand as you two stroll around the Hyperion on your break time.

Things were calm, something you weren't quite used to since you always had to move from place to place to prevent yourself from being captured for simply being a herrscher.

"How are you feeling from the training with Kiana and Bronya?" Amber asks as you two pass by a couple of your co-workers.

"A bit sore but nothing I can't handle," you reply as you two turn a corner only to be met with a scene of Theresa holding something in her arms, clearly stressed as you two approach her.

"Theresa? Is something wrong?" You ask, making her jump as she looks back.

Her eyes glance down at her arms before showing what was the cause, to you and Amber's surprise it was a baby that looked around to be a couple weeks old at best.

She begins to explain that someone had left this poor baby just outside the ship and that a couple of valkyries found the poor child out during their shift.

"We can conduct an investigation to find the mother and return the baby...." You suggest to Theresa as Amber takes a closer look at the sleeping baby wrapped around in the blanket before moving around a bit, seemingly wanting to start crying.

"I'm good at finding parents of lost kids back when I was in the city." Theresa thinks to herself, taking your words into mind. "I can gather some information in town to find the parent, it shouldn't take long."

The loud crying of the baby startles you and Theresa, "he's been crying non-stop," she sighs as Amber gestures her to hand over the baby which she did.

Blinking at the sight of Amber rocking the baby in her arms trying to calm him down, you smile a bit before she looks up at both of you, the baby cries a bit quieter but still there. "He's hungry, I don't think we have any formula on board."

"I'll head to town and buy some there while finding anything about his parents." You say, Theresa agrees and you prepare to leave, giving Amber a quick kiss on her cheek before leaving the ship.

Theresa looks at Amber a bit amused, "you know a lot about taking care of babies," the taller white haired woman looks at the baby before responding.

"I've seen (Y/n) take care of crying lost children before in the city, so I thought I should know what to do if a lost child stumbled in my path."

Theresa smiles, "then I'll leave him to you. Any problems you know where to find me."

Amber nods, "of course."

The day goes by rather slowly, it was only until the sun was setting had you finally returned. Carrying a bag in one hand, a stoic look on your face, walking at such a slow pace towards the Hyperion.

The events of today were no different from ones you have seen and experienced in the past but still, they left your heart heavy in the end.

'Please....take of him....take of my son.'

Closing your eyes at those words, your brows furrow as you let out a sigh.

'....give him a future I cannot give him....please.'

Walking through the corridors, you pause when you finally arrive at the door of Amber's room. You knew she would be here, taking care of that poor child. Preparing yourself, you put on a smile as the doors open.

Amber looks up as you walk in, "I got food for him." You hold up the bag, "luckily a vendor was selling formulas. I brought enough for the kid."

Setting the bag in the small table in the corner, you turn around to be met with Amber standing there, her eyes glancing down at your coat, "you have blood on your coat, are you hurt?" She asks, tilting her head to the head when she looks up at you.

"I'm fine," you lie, "some guy was starting a fight, this is his blood. Don't worry, I'll wash it off later."

You say, smiling at her, she eyes you, before the baby that was sleeping finally woke up, demanding for food.

Amber quickly returned her attention to the crying baby as you left the room with a can of formula, heading to the cafeteria area the ship had.

While waiting for the machine to do it's job, you stand there in deep thought, not noticing Theresa seeing you and walking over.

"You're back, did you find anything?"

You shake your head, back facing her as you speak, "found the mother, beaten to death, she said her last wishes to me."

"and the father?"

Your hand turned into a fist, feeling angry just thinking about that sorry excuse of a dad.

"I beat the shit out of him, you could say I placed judgment upon him." You sigh, crossing your arms, "he was an abusive man, if the mother had not brought the kid, who knows he would've done."

Theresa gives you a pity look, you seem kinda shaken up about the whole thing, "did...." she doesn't finish her sentence, the look on your face is enough when you turn around, bottle in hand.

Instead, you give her a tight smile, "I'll be going now. We can talk about it more in detail tomorrow."

Arriving back to Amber, you hand her the bottle as you lean against the wall, watching as the baby sucked on the warm bottle of milk.

"I didn't find anything," you began, Amber looks at you, "but that doesn't mean the mother just tossed him away for no reason."

"why do you think that?"

Your gaze shifts downwards, "...just a hunch, just look how good he was taken care of till now." The white haired woman looks at the baby who gives her a smile. "He was loved until the end."

She smiles, caressing his head gently, "I see."

For the next few days, the two of you took care of the nameless baby until Theresa voiced out that you two should adopt him, seeing how you two warmed up to him.

Amber was hesitant at first while you remained stoic but went along with what she wanted to do. In the end, she decided to take him in so now you guys have a little family.

"What should we name him?" Amber asks, changing his diaper as you laid in the bed with your eyes closed. Remembering his mother's last words to you, "I think...we should name him, 'Yasu'. It means quiet and it suits him well, he's an awfully quiet baby, hardly gives us any trouble." You point out.

Feeling the bed dip to your right, you open one eye, Amber holding Yasu, "alright, 'Yasu' it is."

Sighing, you smile, "looks like I have to put in double the effort to protect my family." You comment, missing the way Amber's face flush at your words.

This idea with the new chapter in game works so well, the angst potential this has....

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