#everyone assumes he's brought home another stray

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Great Great Grandmother

Dpxdc Prompt #3

In the Wayne household it was well-known that Alfred Pennyworth's word was law. It was much less well-known the circumstances that their beloved butler had grown up it. Alfred was raised by his paternal grandmother, Danielle "Elle" Pennyworth, née Fenton.

While Danny's obsession with protection led him to stay in Amity Park until every tie he had to the place joined him in the Ghost Zone, Dani's obsession with freedom led her to do anything but stay in the same place.

She moved all over Earth, then to space, then to the realms, and finally to other dimensions. When Dani found herself stuck in a dimension very similar to her own, except a couple hundred years in the past, she knew Clockwork had something to do with it. She wanted to curse him out, her obsession was freedom and Dani did not do well caged.

It turned out to not matter too much because after a year or so trapped in the dimension Dani found herself going by the name Elle Pennyworth with a baby boy on the way.

Time flew by fast and her husband had died, content enough with his life that he didn't leave behind a ghost. Elle was heartbroken, but knew a peaceful death was what he wanted.

Her son had a son himself, Alfred was his name. Elle promised herself she would be the best grandmother she could be. That turned out to be a promise she had to fulfill sooner rather than later.

Her son and his wife had died only a couple of years after baby Alfred was born, disease apparently. It didn't take her long to notice that little Freddie had taken after her more ghostly half.

He was always appearing in places he wasn't supposed to and he was far more empathetic than most any human she had ever met. Elle taught him to control his more inhuman aspects and made sure that he would never forget etiquette.

"Being able to know how people are feeling is easy for those like us," she would tell him, "but knowing how to help those that aren't feeling well whether it be physical, mental, or emotional that's difficult."

"Why do we help them then?" Little Freddie would ask, before he knew the words she had spoken by heart and the answer to his own question was carved into his soul.

"Because difficult means there's something you're fighting for, and helping means that you care."

Alfred would repeat those same words to little Brucie when he was little and to all of his many many children. He would give a small smile as he said it, Granny Elle would love to know how much her great great grandchildren took after her brother.

He couldn't wait for Granny Elle and Great Uncle Danny to meet his many grandchildren. It would be a bit awkward to explain how they both still looked like they were in their teens though. Alfred only kept up the illusion of aging because he hadn't found a good time to tell his family he wasn't as human as they thought.

[darlingdekarios]

dance in the winter.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 2,937 content: Sherlock Holmes x f!reader, porn with plot, smut [fingering - receiving, oral - receiving, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [praise, hair pulling], fluff

though he tried to restrain himself, it was useless – when he avoided you, circumstance always brought you crashing back into him. as he climbed the stairs to 221B Baker Street, he supposed this was one of those times as well.

Eight days, seven hours, and thirty-four minutes ago Sherlock Holmes had been persuaded by way of your fluttering eyelashes to take on one final case before Christmas, though against his better judgment he hardly needed convincing when it came to you. He’d met you months ago now through his sister and, despite himself, he’d found plenty of excuses to intersect his path with yours. The way you had burrowed into his mind was often infuriating, the way he had permeated your mind dizzying.

It was impossible to ignore the growing affection between the two of you – even Enola had remarked on it to you weeks ago and though you were a convincing liar, she was better at reading you. Sherlock’s behavior spoke for itself, Enola thought – the sheer fact he could be seen with you enough times to constitute a pattern meant he enjoyed your company, and for Sherlock that was enough of a compliment and revelation.

Though no one had pushed for an answer, everyone who knew both of you knew the energy that came with the both of you, and the assumption that you two had acted on those feelings would not be unfounded. Several times now, in fleeting and molten moments, Sherlock had kissed you breathless and reverent. Though he tried to restrain himself, it was useless – when he avoided you, circumstance always brought you crashing back into him. As he climbed the stairs to 221B Baker Street, he supposed this was one of those times as well.

“Eight days, seven hours, and thirty-eight minutes spent on your case,” he proclaimed as he closed his watch, tucking it away before fixing his gaze on you. “Only to follow clues to my own home, and to find you waiting for me.”

You waited for him with a smile on your face, sprawled against the worn fabric of his chaise in a dress you knew distracted him, the depth of its color bringing out the best in yours. He closed the door behind himself, dropping his cane beside the door and removing his jacket as he regarded you with analytic eyes.

“I’m afraid I deduced the crime before you, Mister Holmes,” you taunted, eyes sparkling in the crackling firelight coming from the fireplace near you. He closed some of the distance toward you as you spoke, causing you to raise to be seated before him in politeness, though you wished to cherish the way he hungrily eyed you as you lay before him. “I have been waiting here for the thief to return.”

“I assume you’ve decided it’s me,” he assessed, clasping his hands behind his back to resist the urge to reach out and push a stray hair from your face. 

“Yes, Sherlock, I’m afraid you are the thief, and you’ve stolen something very dear to me,” you mused, raising your hand to push the hair from your face instead, almost as if you were further taunting him. “I should hope you return it at once.”

“And what is it I’m accused of stealing?”

“My mind, dear detective,” you sighed, raising to your feet and standing close enough to him that he could make out the details of your face. “All of my sense. I demand you return it at once, I simply cannot pass another day in this state.”

A lazy smile passed his features, one that he gifted to you in privacy, entrusted you with in secret. You etched this one to memory just as the others.

“So, all this week while I have been uncovering clues and following trails,” he began, finally reaching forward to grasp one of your hands. Almost delicately he lifted it, pressing a kiss to your fingers before continuing. “They were all left by you.”

You nodded, fire engulfing your cheeks under his investigative eyes now burning into yours with something genuine and fierce.

“Hmm,” he mused, lowering your hand to rest against his chest as his own fingers traced along your jaw. “Who helped you?”

“I’m offended you think I would need help, Sherlock Holmes,” you quipped, noticing the twitch at the corners of his mouth in amusement. It crossed your mind he likely asked the question purely to antagonize you, though your pride insisted you assert your efforts. “It was me alone.”

“Of course it was,” he nodded, grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Though if you wanted my attention so badly, you hardly needed a game.”

“But you love a good game, or so I’ve heard,” you remarked, eyes light and playful. He had to appreciate that you could hold this back-and-forth with him without losing your footing, the mental dance you’d been in for months now fulfilling a deep need in his mind. “I enjoyed dancing with you.” 

His lips crashed to yours with bruising weight, the time since your last kiss finally settling into Sherlock and building the desire he felt for you. His hands found way to your lower back to hold you closer, covering himself in the warmth of you and swallowing the quiet sigh that passed your lips. The grasp he held on your dress revealed his satisfaction at having you so near again.

Eagerness would never spoil gentle intent. He carefully worked the laces of your gown free, pushing the heavy fabric to the floor when it had loosened adequately and immediately grasping your waist again. He released your mouth from his kiss to run his eyes over your body, his pink tongue swiping against his bottom lip in appreciation and to savor the taste of your lips.

“Lay down,” he instructed while motioning back to the chaise with one hand, releasing his hold on you to admire as you stepped back and listened with a meek nod. Eventually he’d tell you how amusing it was when you became bashful for him, but the comment could wait. Once you were comfortable again, he sank to his knees before you, reaching to pull the undergarments that covered you still with an appreciative hum before discarding them in the pile with your dress.

“Such a clever girl,” he complimented, leaning forward to press his lips to the side of your knee to encourage your legs apart. You listened without him needing to ask aloud, releasing a shaky breath as the cold air of the room passed over your heated core. “This is what you wanted, hmm?”

You could only nod as his fingers ran through your folds, teasing your soaked entrance lightly before running the digits back toward your clit, rubbing a well-intended circle around the already swollen nub. “You like when I praise you,” he remarked, like he was announcing his findings for notetaking. You supposed a man like him likely did keep mental notes. “Let’s find out what else you like.”

His head disappeared between your thighs then, his tongue replacing his fingers to eagerly taste what your arousal had to offer. A low sound rumbled in his chest in appreciation as his hands grasped your thighs, spreading your legs more so he could bury his face in your core, his tongue slipping into your cunt to massage your velvet walls. He was gifted with an unimaginable symphony of sounds from your lips as you fought to hold some composure and he fought to melt it away, connecting his thumb to your clit soon after. 

He felt the flutter to your walls and swapped his movements, reaching to take your swollen nub into his lips with a firm suck as he slipped a finger into you, curling it to massage the sensitive patch behind your clit. Your hips began to move to meet his face and hand desperately as your walls clenched, white hot euphoria washing over you as your fingers flung to his hair, pulling the wind-blown mess of curled locks in overwhelmed passion. 

Though you were in the throes of pleasure you heard the hefty groan that left his chest as he drank your orgasm from you, currently uncaring for tidiness and finding enjoyment in the mess you made of his lower face. When he was certain he’d carried you through it he removed himself from you, standing and displaying the obvious tent in his pants as he offered a hand to you. You took his hand without question, rising to meet him and lean against his wide torso for support. Finding your voice, however, was a task all in itself.

“Where are we going?” 

“My bedroom,” he replied, slipping an arm around your waist to lead you down the hall to the named room. While you knew the room existed, you had always assumed it remained empty…you had certainly never seen him use it before.

“Since when do you use your bedroom?”

“Since Enola made me find a flat mate,” he replied, sending a glance your way as he opened the door and gestured for you to enter. He followed behind immediately, pulling you back against him to press a kiss beneath your ear. “It’s not important right now.”

He turned you gently to claim your lips again, reaching behind his back to close the bedroom door before working himself free of his own clothes. You released a content sigh against his lips, pressing your bare skin to his to soak in his warmth and enjoy the feeling of him against you. When all that remained was his undergarments, he was offering you a taste of yourself with his tongue in your mouth, kissing you in ways that could be written of. 

To his amusement when he released you from his kiss a whimper slipped from your lips at the loss, and he satiated your disappointment with another gentle kiss before bumping his nose against yours. 

“You should have asked if this is what you wanted,” he remarked, offering a light smile when your eyes met his. If you wanted a game to play, Sherlock was the master of such matters, a painful reminder that fueled his mind. “Practice for me.”

“W-what?”

“Practice asking,” he instructed, trailing his kisses to brush along your jaw and to your neck. Infuriatingly, and perhaps admirably, he remembered the exact spots he needed to make you gasp, the perfect pressure to leave you breathless. He asked too much and knew it to be true, though he still insisted. “Perfect it.”

“Sherlock, please,” you whined as he backed you toward his bed, helping you lower down carefully to the cold sheets. Thankfully the cold was chased away by his warmth as he joined you, crawling between your legs and kissing up your chest slowly. “Don’t torment me, I want you so badly. Please.”

“I should make you wait,” he sounded too pleased with himself, too entertained by the desperate hitch in your breath and subtle shake to your legs as you wrapped them around his waist, eager to bring him closer. 

“Please…”

“Patience,” he reminded, sliding his hand down your body as he pressed an infuriatingly chaste kiss to your lips as he slipped two fingers into you. “Are you always this wet?”

“Often…when I’m near you,” you replied hurriedly, hips raising to meet his hand, desperate for anything he would offer you. He raised his head to drink in your expression, mentally noting the different hue to your cheeks and weight to your eyes. Seeing your body respond to him was science, learning the different ways to push you toward bliss a newfound task in his mind.

“Hmm,” he mused carefully, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Sherlock, please,” you whimpered as he curled his fingers again slowly, taking in your pleading expression as you continued. “No more games, please.”

He removed his fingers from you to grasp his throbbing cock, rubbing your slickness over himself before sliding the velvety head through your folds. With one last look for confirmation to your face met with a nod and whimper from you he slowly pressed into you inch by inch, holding you closer and claiming your lips again in a focused kiss. When he bottomed out and grasped your hips to hold you closer what were normally calculated kisses faltered slightly as your walls fluttered around him, the stretch to accommodate him making you feel almost too full but pulling a delicious moan from your chest.

When he moved it was as though he had been choreographing the movements in his mind nonstop for weeks…and perhaps he had with the way he seemed to massage every inch of you perfectly with each thrust. Your legs remained tight around his waist, holding him to you so he couldn’t withdraw further than you’d allow him – which he was more than happy to oblige. Focused on bringing you to the edge again the only noises that left Sherlock now were quiet groans in appreciation when you clenched around him, a low gasp falling from his lips when you pulled his hair again slightly. 

It was then when the lava returned to your core, bubbling under his mercury eyes and leaving your lips as a cry of his name. Your walls clenched around him tightly as you reached another orgasm, eyes squeezing tight as you bit into your kiss swollen bottom lip. It was then he found the words for you again.

“You look extraordinary like this…in my bed,” he complimented, his thrusts beginning to falter. You squeezed him tighter with your legs to encourage him to stay, a request he was more than happy to accommodate with a sloppy few final thrusts before his hot seed emptied into you. As he rode out the remainder of his spend, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, sliding one of his hands into yours and lacing your fingers together. 

You wondered if he would always find ways to take you by surprise. 

He was conscious not to linger, removing himself from you and pressing another kiss to your forehead before retreating to his living room, returning with your undergarments in hand. His hair was tousled from your desperation to grasp something and clung to the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, cheeks red. As you admired him you reached your arms toward him as he replaced your undergarments after running a clean cloth through your folds, discarding it to the floor to handle later.

He found his place beside you then, resting on his back and pulling you close to hold you for a moment, willing to relax now that you were cared for. His hands ran carefully along your stomach as he held you, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head repeatedly to silently thank you for what had transpired. His gentle movements brought you to relaxation soon, raising your head to press a gentle kiss to his jaw. 

“Merry Christmas, Sherlock,” you cooed, repeating the kiss and causing a brief shudder to ripple up his back. 

“Mm,” came a low rumbled reply in his chest before he lowered his head to claim your lips again, aware that he needed to lighten it slightly to accommodate for the swollen bruise to your lips already. 

He held you that way for some time, allowing you to rest and enjoy the serenity of closeness to Sherlock in the afterglow of connecting with one another so deeply. Sherlock took advantage of the peaceful, quiet hours of the night to match it with little conversation as well, instead focusing his efforts on soothing your body and showing his appreciation and adoration. When you began to match his affections with soft kisses and nuzzles with your nose he opted to continue, pressing a kiss to your forehead before standing from the bed.

He reached beside the bed slowly to retrieve a robe, wrapping you in the fabric you recognized as one he wore frequently before replacing some of his clothes – whatever was necessary to move about the apartment with some decency. When you’d tied the robe he offered his hand to you, helping you rise from the bed and supporting you against him just as he had before. Even Sherlock had to admit the fulfilled swell to his chest at seeing you glowing because of him while dressed in his clothes.

“Come where it’s warm by the fire, dearest,” he offered in a tender tone, leading you back to the living room and helping you lower back into the chaise. 

While any ordinary time with any ordinary person you may have simply gone to bed, what was unfolding with Sherlock was anything but ordinary. Instead, you found yourself wrapped in his robe, draped across his chaise, and bathed in the golden morning glow as Sherlock took his place with violin in hand, playing you soothing and delicate songs. It was not long for you to be lulled into a heavy sleep by his music and for Sherlock’s flat mate to follow the sound of a violin so early in the morning. 

“Morning, Sherlock,” John greeted, adjusting his own robe carefully as he entered the room. “I see you found our guest.”

“Did you let her in, John?”

“I did. Did you tell her you figured it out days ago?”

Fondness pooled in Sherlock’s eyes at the question, and the lightest traces of a smile twitched his lips upward at the thought. He glanced away from your face just long enough to properly regard John, shaking his head astutely before returning his gaze to you. John knew the answer before Sherlock confirmed it.

“No.”

Rather than press the topic of the Christmas miracle unfolding before him, John elected to fix morning tea.

masterlist.

[crazylittlejester]

Hey, first I wanted to say that I love reading your works!! Especially your modern AU! Sorry if this has already been answered, but in your modern AU I’ve been curious on if their names are nicknames they each came up with for each other and they are all “Link” or if those are they’re real names in your modern AU? If they’re nicknames, are there any fun stories on how they came up with them?

Again, I’m sorry if it’s already been answered!!

Hi!! I’m glad you like my silly au alkdkd :)

And don’t worry, I don’t think anyone’s asked this yet (..? i have bad memory 🧍‍♂️) and its a bit of a mix of both!! Not all of their ‘real’ names are Link, but they all go by nicknames anyway for the most part. Their nicknames are such a part of who they are at this point that it’s rare they’re called anything else by their friends, but they ARE all nicknames.l (i also just haven’t used their actual names in writing the au so far because i felt like it was easier to just not alskdkdk)

- Time’s real name is Lincoln, ‘Time’ was a nickname he picked up as a teen that he never felt the need to explain to anyone so no one actually knows why he’s called that but its a bit badass and he’s slightly intimidating so people don’t really question him. At this point people rarely call him that to his face because there’s not really a needed, his wife calls him by his name (Link), Twilight mostly calls him ‘Dad’, Sky and War will kinda mentally refer to him as ‘Time’ but no matter how many times Time has ASKED them to call him that, they usually address him as ‘Mr. Forrester’. The other boys call him that too, or in Wind’s case: ‘Mr. Twilight’s dad’

- ‘War’ is technically just a nickname from his real name ‘Warren’, but the reason the whole ‘Warriors’ thing started is because it was a skating nickname he had that got messed up with an inside joke that started cos of a miscommunication so it ended up being plural and it just. Stuck. MOST people call him ‘War’, but whether its a nickname from his actual name or a shortened version of his other nickname, he’ll never know

- ‘Twilight’ came from War like. A few weeks into freshman year of high school when Twi was talking about how he saw the twilight movies over the weekend and War went “okay, Twilight” and now it’s stuck so fucking hard his PARENTS call him that sometimes. His real name is also Link, which made it a Bit confusing whenever Malon screamed “LINK. GET OVER HERE NOW.” whenever a new stray dog had been brought home without her hearing about it before hand because Twi and Time would both sulk over to the kitchen, not knowing who was in trouble, because they’d BOTH snuck a dog home

- ‘Sky’ is a nickname but his birth name is ‘Skylar’, so it’s not super fancy and it doesn’t really have a story attached

- ‘Hyrule’ is another case of misunderstanding turned into an inside joke. Legend, bless his heart, does not have the best hearing, so when Hyrule first ever introduced himself by saying “Hi, I’m Julian”, Legend somehow heard “I’m Hyrulian”, and was a bit confused considering that’s pretty expected for a kid actively living in Hyrule to be hyrulian. Like it’s not always the case, there are plenty of other people from other neighboring countries, and the funniest part of it all is that Hyrule is NOT, in fact, from Hyrule country. He moved there, that year. But Legend didn’t catch his actual name and Hyrule assumed Legend heard him so he didn’t reintroduce himself ever, and Legend KNEW he didn’t know the guy’s name so he mentally called him ‘Hyrule’ until he could catch a glimpse at him homework paper and read his actual name. Other nicknames for Hyrule include: Rulie, Ruls, and Jules. It’s most commonly Rulie at this point

- ‘Legend’ is a nickname and none of his friends know his birth name because he doesn’t want to tell them (he’s trans and they’re not going to push), but everyone also kinda knows that he probably has another name like. On his drivers license that HE chose that ISN’T his deadname, but he hasn’t told em what it is. (It’s Link, he has no real reason not to share that with them, he just thinks its really funny that they just don’t know)

- ‘Wild’ is another Link (edit: it’s his middle name but it’s what he goes by), but his nickname is fairly self explanatory. The guy is batshit, and the ADHD was so obvious in him that he got clocked FAST and put on meds by eleven

- ‘Four’ is technically a Link. ‘Link’ is his middle name, but he hates his first name so he’s always just gone by Link, but that started to cause problems as he met more and more fuckin people with the same exact name, and well. He was the fourth Link to join the friend group. His original nickname was ‘Number Four’ but it got shortened to just ‘Four’

- ‘Wind’ is ALSO Link, because it’s a family name of his and Four’s (they’re cousins), but it didn’t cause issues with the two of them growing up because Wind’s grandma and Four’s grandpa would just call Four his actual first name whenever Wind was also there. War gave Wind his nickname, he used to babysit the kid and he’s fast as hell, so ‘gods, he’s fast as the fucking Wind’ eventually got turned into a very sweet nickname ‘Windy’, which now that Wind is not longer 11 has been changed a little bit to just ‘Wind’

So, TLDR, 6 of them are Link:

Time <- Link

War <- Warriors <-Warren

Twilight <- Link

Sky <- Skylar

Rulie <- Hyrule <- Julian

Legend <- Link

Wild <- Link

Four <- Number Four <- Link

Wind <- Windy <- Link

[maknaeswrld]

love is worth the wait | l.mh

wc: 2.4k

genre: best friends to strangers(?) to lovers; idiots to lovers

cw: angst; depression/mentions of having depression; ✨miscommunication✨; roomies are based off my irls and Jun isn’t based off anyone specific; roomies are trying their best; fluff!!; please let me know if I missed anything

part one: when you loved me

You stayed in bed for much longer than you would have liked to admit. Depression had never really been something you struggled with, but it seemed to be the week for new emotions so why not sprinkle in some other things too? 

You knew your roommates were ridiculously worried about you, you’d be worried too if any of them just randomly shut down one day over a boy. But between the depression naps and sad cereals and binging romcoms, you knew step by step you’d pick yourself up again.

Part of you wished you could go back to believing you never had been and never would fall in love, but you also knew now that it was bound to happen eventually. Some people don’t fall in love, and that's okay, but no matter how much you fought it, you weren’t one of those people.

Your co-workers at work knew something was wrong. No matter how hard you tried to hide it, your sluggish movements and the dreadful bags under your eyes gave you away. 

You were heartbroken. You never thought you’d be one of those girls from high school that learned love and heartbreak in the blink of an eye at the hands of Lee Minho, yet here you were, years later, doing just that.

Jun had tried to reach out to you a few times, but as much as you cared for your friend, you didn’t want the painful reminders of Minho that he always brought with just his presence alone. 

You stopped everything Stray Kids related. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to their music, you turned off their youtube notifications, you’d even taken down your photocards and hid away your Leebit Skzoo. Your life was missing a large part of it without your unwavering devotion to keeping up with the band. 

You didn’t want to see him and be reminded of your years of stupidity, or even worse, see him with that girl. Learning you’re in love with someone by seeing them happy with another person isn’t exactly the best way to go about figuring things out, and you knew it’d tear you apart to see him laughing because of her again. 

You assumed she was his girlfriend, there had been rumors floating around for months that he was seeing someone.

You came to the conclusion that you didn’t want to ruin anything for him just because it took you this long to realize his childhood crush on you.

All you wanted was to go home and take a nice long shower and maybe a nap. You had a three day weekend and you were planning to milk every second of sleep and relaxation and moping you could out of it, but when you walked into your house, you heard a voice you dreaded laughing in the kitchen with your roommates. 

You shouldn’t have been surprised to find Jun in your apartment, he and Lia had been best friends since diapers so of course they still spent time together, but that didn’t make you any happier to see him. 

You tried to tiptoe past the kitchen doorway so you could make a mad dash to your bedroom without having to talk to Jun or any of your roommates, but you didn’t succeed. 

“Oh, Y/n! Look, Jun came to see you. Have you really been ignoring his texts and calls because you’re moping about Lee Minho?” 

Sometimes you had to really stop and ask yourself if Lia was your roommate and best friend or your mother. 

“In my defense, I’ve been ignoring everyone.” She shoots you a sharp look and you slump. “I’m sorry. I just thought it’d be too painful to talk to you when pretty much all of our memories together include him.” 

Jun’s eyes were soft and understanding as he took in your appearance. 

“Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll fix up something to eat? You look like you could use a home cooked meal.” 

“You don’t have to do that, Jun,”

“I want to, and it’s no worry at all.” He gave you a kind smile and gently started pushing you in the direction of your bathroom. “Go on, take as much time as you need.”

You wanted to argue but your stomach growled and your muscles ached, so you gave in and grabbed a change of clothes and your dance team jacket from your room before starting up the water in your bathroom.

A hot shower was definitely what you needed, the warmth soothed you all over and you felt yourself truly relax for the first time in weeks. You ran the water until it was cold before finally getting out and getting dressed. Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, the aroma of a fresh, home cooked meal flooded your senses and your stomach growled. 

You slowly made your way back down the hall toward the kitchen. You hesitated to enter when you heard talking.

“He should be here any minute.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Jun? I mean, she’s trying to get over him.” 

“Trust me on this one, will ya? You didn’t have to sit through two years of high school with them and then deal with Minho ever since.” 

“That’s fair. Eve, hun, you met Y/n in university so you didn’t get a front row seat to the full extent of the no relationships thing. That girl and Min, they were such a disaster in high school.” Lia rolled her eyes. 

Before you could really stop to think about what they were saying, there was a knock at your door. You peered into your kitchen to see that they were all too busy talking to have heard it so you made your way to the door yourself.

You didn’t bother to check who it was, swinging the door open with zero hesitation and freezing immediately upon the sight in front of you. 

Lee Minho was standing outside your apartment with a sheepish grin and an oreo mcflurry.

You blinked at him twice and then shut the door.

Slowly turning on your heel, you see Eve, Lia, and Jun had finally noticed and were watching from the kitchen. You weren’t sure if you wanted to hug them or smack them.

“Hey! Don’t be rude, you can’t just slam the door in peoples faces!” Eve scolded.

Jun covered her mouth with his hand, not even flinching when she immediately licked it. “Open the door, Y/n. Trust me.”

Taking a deep breath, you turned back around and opened the door again, this time seeing a dejected Minho.

“Hi.” 

You weren’t really sure what else to say. It had been so long since you last interacted with him that you felt like that scared new girl looking for a sports credit all over again.

“Hey.” it was a lot more nervous than you were used to.

He seemed to be in a trance, as if he was seeing you for the first time. Raising a brow at him, you held the door open a little wider. 

“You gonna come in or what?” His eyes sparkled as he smiled and walked into your apartment. He looked around, not really sure what to do, and then he looked at you again, but this time he really looked at you.

“You’re wearing the jacket.” He whispered in shock.

You blushed and pulled it closer into yourself. “Yeah. I uh, I wear it a lot.” 

You crossed your arms self consciously and dropped your gaze to the floor. 

The hand holding the mcflurry came into view, and you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I used to bring you these all the time, don’t you remember?”

You smiled slightly. “Of course I do. Thanks.”

Taking the mcflurry, you shyly brushed by him and headed for the kitchen.

“So, Minho, what are you doing here?” You tried to sound nonchalant, but you knew he knew you better than that, even if you hadn’t seen each other since high school.

He took a deep breath and gently grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him.

“I came for you. I wanted to talk to you before the show the other week but by the time I got out the door you left through, you were gone. I didn’t know you could walk that fast, especially without tripping.” He laughed shyly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was kinda sad you left without so much as a hello, but Jun said he could get in touch with you so I wasn’t too worried, but then you never picked up. If I did something to upset you, I’m really sorry.”

Your heart melted for him, and you looked at your shoes, suddenly feeling very guilty.

“Sorry about that. I’ve kind of just been going through a lot lately.”

He nodded understandingly and didn’t push it. 

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed you by your shoulders and made you look into his eyes.

“Did you find the note?”

You were nodding before you could stop yourself, you had never been able to lie to Lee Minho.

“I found it the day after I ran out.”

His face shifted from nervous to disappointed. “Is that why you stopped coming to my events?”

You froze, taken aback.

He knew you were there?

“If it makes you feel any better, I wrote that in high school, ya know? I thought when you found it, we’d still be by each other's sides. I’m sorry if it freaked you out. I’d take it all back if it meant you go back to attending my events” 

His words registered in your head faster than the sentiment behind them did and tears welled up in your eyes. You heard him curse and ask what was wrong, but you were lost in your thoughts.

You were so happy to hear he noticed you, he knew you were at his events and he noticed when you stopped coming, but then he told you he wishes he never wrote the letter that made you realize everything in the first place. It was all too much to handle in your fragile state. 

He gently cupped your cheeks and wiped away your tears. 

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” 

You stared up into his gorgeous brown eyes and wished you could stay drowning in them forever.

You had to distance yourself. He regretted the letter, he has a girlfriend, he only saw you as a friend.

Shoving him away from you, your heart ached at the gap between you and the sudden loss of contact.

“Why are you here?” You hated that your voice cracked, that your emotions were so close to the surface. 

“What do you mean, Y/n/n, I’m-”

“Don't call me that! Please, don’t call me that.”

It was taking everything in you not to run and lock yourself in your room. His presence was too much for you to handle. 

He just scoffed, brows furrowed. “Well then what do you want me to call you? Y/l/n?”

“Why are you here, Lee?” You asked again, your voice steadier than you expected this time.

He scoffed, his agitation almost palpable as he rolled his eyes. “I’m here because the girl I’ve been in love with since first year ran off when we finally could have reunited. I’m here because some part of me was hoping that maybe you finally realized how you felt.

“I spent every single day of my professional career trying to perform my best because I knew you’d be watching. I kept hoping that one day you’d come down from your seat in the stands after a show and hug me. I naively hoped I meant something, anything, to you.

“I’ve spent years waiting for a text or a call, anything that would prove to me that you missed me as much as I missed you, but I figured you’d finally had your dream life, and there wasn’t any place left in it for your fuckboy best friend from high school.

“I’m here because Jun said you haven’t been doing well lately and I figured the best medicine to cheer you up is an oreo mcflurry. I thought I could see you again, and we could talk, and I could finally have my Y/n back. But instead, I just learned that all those years of watching my performances didn’t mean what I’d hoped they did because the second you learned the truth, you left me behind.”

There were tears in his eyes now. He respected the distance you’d placed between the two of you, but you wished he wouldn’t.

You tried to process what he was saying, what it meant.

“That’s not true.” You whispered. His eyes were watery, proof of how hurt he felt, yet he refused to look away from you. “That’s not true at all. The letter didn’t scare me away, in fact it did the opposite. It made me realize I was always in love with you. I never wanted to admit it because I was scared, but there’s never been anyone else I’ve ever wanted to be with more than I want to be with you.

“I’m exactly what I never wanted to be. I’d give up everything to be with you. But I’d also give you up if it meant your happiness, and I didn’t want to be the girl to ruin your relationship because I was a few many years too late. I was just trying to let you go, Min. I needed to be apart from you in order to accept the truth of my situation.”

The room was quiet for only a few moments, you could see the gears turning in his head as he put together what you had said. 

“You love me?” His voice broke, as if the weight of the world had just lifted from his shoulders. “Wait, hold on, you think I have a girlfriend? And that's why you stopped coming to my events?”

“I saw the way you laughed with her, Min. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh that genuinely.”

He was thinking now, trying to remember. You could see when it clicked and he started laughing. 

“You saw me with Nari. Y/n, Nari is my cousin, we’re both only children so we’ve always been close, like siblings. She was in town to visit for her birthday.”

You blinked emotionlessly as you thought about it. How could you have been so stupid? A blush spread furiously and you hid your face in your hands. You were beyond embarrassed and wishing for the floor to open up and swallow you whole right about now. 

Minho gently pried your hands away from your face, a lovely smile gracing his lips.

“I only ever loved you, Y/n.”

a/n: thank you so much for reading my silly little story, reblogs/comments are a great way to interact and always appreciated🫶

Alternate Ending: heartbreak is a part of life

[louisrarepairfest]

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(A) Louis/Character B are uni roommates

(B) Louis/Greg James - Louis takes Clifford to a secluded park and lets him run free for a few hours. A few weeks into going to a park, a friendly dog (Barney) Louis assumes is a stray comes over by him with a stick in his mouth and Louis plays fetch. This becomes a Thing every time. Louis notices Clifford has been gaining weight and can’t figure out why. One day, Clifford doesn’t come back like he usually does. Louis goes looking for him with (Barney) trailing on his heels. He’s just about to give up when (Barney) sprints away and Louis can’t stand the thought of losing two dogs in one day so he runs after him. Cut to…Louis finding a very tall, very handsome man, very excitedly welcoming Barney back with Clifford barely looking up from the almost gone bucket of dog food said very (very) handsome man clearly brought to the park. Confusion ensues since each thinks the other’s dog was a stray. Wild accusations from Louis about Greg making Clifford fat, jokes from Greg about how Barney has taken up finding perfect sticks and running away with his best one. They fall in love and become one big happy family.

( C ) Louis/Character B are musicians vying for the role of band leader at their former high school. They went there at the same time and were rivals then too, though for a totally different reason: they both had secret crushes on one another. When I've of them learns this, it changes everything.

(D) Girl direction! Louis/Character B are star athletes on the college (you choose the) sport team. They're both on the butch side, and it takes them a while to figure out that they're into one another and don't need to femme it up to get the other to like them.

(E) Omegaverse: Alpha Louis has never questioned who he is, a strong Alpha loving Alpha who defies stereotypes. When he meets character B, a beta, he certainly doesn't expect to fall for him (and hard)

(F) Famous Louis returns to his home town for his sister's wedding. When he sees his non-famous ex-boyfriend at the first wedding event of the weekend, sparks fly. Cue a whirlwind romance and a lot of big decisions about what they're both willing to do for love.

(G) Louis is a werewolf who's gotten good at hiding his nature in order to make a quiet life for himself in a small town. Character B is the vampire whose arrival coincides with a couple of murders that threaten his peaceful existence. When it becomes clear that B isn't behind the murders, he and Louis team up to find the real culprit (and maybe accidently fall in love along the way).

(H) Louis/Liam - Bros who get married for insurance purposes and then decide divorce isn’t worth the hassle.

(i) Louis/Charlie Lightening…no plot but sex on the ping pong table. Obviously. 

(J) Louis and his bandmates/opening band let off some steam by having a circle jerk. It might turn into more for some of them.

(K) Ever since Character A was a kid they wanted to climb on a fire truck and one day they decide to just walk over to the fire station and ask if they can get on the truck. Character B is one of the firefighters.

(L) M/M Louis and Taylor Swift are rival quarterbacks for their town's 2 high school teams. Nobody knows that they've been secretly dating since sharing a NYE kiss. 

(M) Louis/Liam - everyone thinks Louis and Harry are together but it’s actually Louis and Liam

(N) Lilo hot water maintenance au based on this tumblr post

(O) Lilo Robin Hood AU

(P) Lilo Howl’s Moving Castle au

(Q) Louis and either Charlie or Nick from Heartstopper (the Netflixshow), friendship fic. Would love Louis either helping Nick through his sexuality crisis or Louis being there for Charlie through the events of the first season

(R) Omegaverse: Louis is about to turn 25 without having presented. As he debates undergoing the risky process to force a presentation, he meets Character B who helps him realize he doesn't necessarily have to "present" to be the alpha he know he is. (Omegaverse but make it trans and powerful!!)

(S) Bread van fic reimagined with all the guys in Louis' band

(T) Louis plays on the uni football team and Liam is on the athletics team. they pass each other to and from training all the time. cue attraction. they are or become friends and are secretly pining for a while before they eventually start dating

(U) Edwardian era Lilo au where they’re both working class. maybe one is a servant and one is a shop assistant, or both servants.

(V) Louis and David Dawson bond over their time with Harry

(W) Louis/Oscar Isaac- edwardian AU where Oscar is a poet and Louis is his muse

(X) Louis/Pedro Pascal AU where Louis is exploring in the arctic and needs a guide

(Y) Louis/Pedro Pascal Gladiator AU

(Z) Michael B. Jordan as a boxer and nurse Louis

(AA) Louis/Sebastian Stan arranged marriage royalty AU. Louis is betrothed to King Sebastian Stan, a widower with two kids who aren't to keen of the King's fiancé.

(BB) Louis/Sam Claflin - something based on the interview where Sam says Louis follows him on Twitter and that they've had a conversation but he doesn't want to get into it.

(CC) 27 dresses take off where Niall is always the best man, never the husband, and Louis is the snarky reporter.

(DD) Zouiam, uni AU - Zayn meets Liam at the library and falls halfway in love during a single conversation. It’s a fairy tale, only back home is Louis - his FWB, the most important person in Zayn’s life, and someone who doesn’t take well to losing out on attention. Louis' a bit put out when he meets Liam at football practice and this annoying, bossy, fit as all hell guy slides right in under all his defences. It could be the start of a beautiful term of fighting and fucking, only back home is Zayn. Zayn not only needs Louis - he’d become a full-time hermit otherwise - but it’s damn convenient having sex on tap right there in his own flat. And, oh yeah, Zayn’s like, his reflection or his shadow or his other half or something. Liam’s quite confused by having two drop dead gorgeous guys alternately sending him go signals, then just as quickly, stop. He figures if either of them settle on go, he’ll be batting a thousand. Then he realises they know each other. Biblically.

(EE) Louis is an actor in a murder mystery troupe. Character B (maybe Nick Grimshaw...?) is the audience member who’s clearly too cool for all this but giving joining in his best shot anyway. Louis is distracted by him all night, and then after the denouement they meet in the bar.

(FF) Louis/Greg James - Louis won’t stop whanging on about not getting to do the breakfast show with his new album, and character X (maybe Niall, or Oli?) eventually realises it's less career-related jealousy and more about who sits behind the mic. He hatches a matchmaking plan.

(GG) Character A does embarrassing things when interacting with Character B because of their massive crush. Like Character B reaches out to do a fist bump and Character A thinks it's supposed to be a microphone and says hello into their fist.

(HH) Character B joins local amateur dramatics society and suddenly Louis is no longer a shoo-in for every lead role. Cue the drama!

(ii) AU. Preschool teacher Louis / Boxer Sebastian Stan

(JJ) Yellowjackets AU! Girl direction, any pairing from the show, cutting from 1996 to present.

(KK) Louis/Cillian Murphy - 1970s criminal au (preferably with Louis as the criminal), based on this photo: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FvyDkCnWAAk1UwS?format=jpg&name=4096x4096

(LL) Louis/Isaac: Louis and his band Rogue Direction are doing their first tour in their beat-up van at questionable bars across the country. One night, Isaac is hurled into his life, fleeing from an abusive boyfriend in parking lot of the band’s gig. Louis can’t help but feel..protective of the scrappy tagalong who’ll do anything to earn his keep.

(MM) Louis/Isaac: Louis fucks Isaac’s gauged ears.

(NN) Omega Louis / Male Alpha / Female Alpha polyamorous relationship

(OO) Louis/Patrick Dempsey. AU Patrick is Louis’ dad’s best friend. Possible tags: age difference, secret relationship, feminine Louis, hung Patrick

(PP) Louis Tomlinson/Alex Turner AU. Is basically based in the Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino where Louis and Alex are imprisoned together; so they must find a way to escape. But while they try to escape they begin to fall in love with each other however it will be difficult for both of them to escape.

(QQ) Louis and Rob Pattinson are in a secret relationship during the 1d days (around 2014 or 2015) unknown to everyone but then louis gets pregnant.

(RR) Beta Louis with alpha whomever, not established relationship.

(SS) Louis and Michael are secretly dating and navigating the resurgence of the Larry rumor mill. Larry was once real, Louis has insecurities about secretly dating another band mate, and Michael has some insecurities over Harry being Louis ex. Maybe an awkward run in or two with Harry trying to get him back but Michael and Louis being endgame.

(TT) Louis tomlinson/Dev Patel- second chance romance

(UU) louis/charles Leclerc, could title the fic as -my good luck charm- (or some such since charles won the race when louis was there etc) and or u could have charles say that to louis and louis getting smug and or bashful & giggly!

(VV) Charles Leclerc at one of Louis gigs? Or him joining the band onstage?

(WW) Louis had to wear multiple badges to have F1 access, so Louis makes Charles wear multiple badges to have VIP access to his concerts. All’s fair…

[heyyallitsbeth]

Check Yes, Rat

On the 76th floor of Aincrad, a brigade of crusaders sat in the newly established bar of Agil. The party seemed to grow larger over time, now that the engine of Sword Art Online was unstable, bringing in unsuspecting hostages from other games, as well as trapping unfortunate souls within the backrooms of the code, the Hollow Area. Luckily, a raven haired boy had been there to catch the strays from Alfheim, GunGale and the Hollow Area, Leafa, Sinon and Philia. But even with a party growing ever larger, their leads on where to go from here were drying up. Assuming there even was somewhere to go from here, now that the game’s creator, Akihiko Kayaba had been killed. 

The black swordsman fidgeted in his seat before pulling up a message prompt.

“Look’s like we’re out of options. Last resort.”

The party looked on inquisitively as he effortlessly flicked out a message to the one person he trusted the most, but hadn’t spoken to in months.

“Kirito? Who are you messaging?” Asuna leaned against her partner.

“Oh, just our old mutual friend… With her skill and… Persistence... she’s probably already on the 76th floor.”

The rest of the party stiffened at the word “her”. While no words were spoken, the thought of another girl in their group caused a momentary flare of jealousy lost on the boy, who was struggling with his words.

“We’ve spoken after the beta but… Not since Asuna and I were married. God this will be awkward.” Kirito shuddered at the thought, a chill down his spine.

“Ah Kii-boy, lookin for me huh?”

A shadow of beige and blonde fell behind Kirito who jumped from his seat. The rest of the party glared daggers at him “Kii-boy?”

“Je-jeez…” Kirito clutched his chest and smirked “Agil didn’t tell me this bar had a rat problem…” He absentmindedly tussled the blonde hair of the short cloaked figure standing beside the group. 

“Heheh. Just missin’ ya Kii-boy. And I knew the best place ta look was anywhere that had the most pretty gals hangin’ about.” Her gaze drifted to the table of friends “Looks like I was spot on huh?”

“Well, your info is always spot on aint it?”

The group expected Kirito to emit a flustered response, as he did with every other girl’s teasing. But was met with a confidence ill-fitting the boy.

“Umm Kazuto who is this?” Leafa spoke up, asking the question everyone was too afraid to ask.

“Ah Kii-boy, you never told your galpals about your best friend? I’m hurt.” The rat’s tone shifted at ‘best friend’ with seductive, teasing tone that was picked up by everyone at the table.

“Heh. I know you well enough that if I shared any info about ya you’d make me pay.” Kirito giggled, a foreign sight to the party, as it seemed that only his daughter Yui could make him laugh.

“Aw, after all this time still considerin’ the feelin’s of lil ol me?”

“Nope, just your business.”

“Nyehehe. Well, I’ll give yall this info for free. I’m Argo.” The cloaked girl extended her hand to Leafa. 

“Or you can call her a Rat, right Asuna?” Kirito looked at Asuna, who was trying to stifle a laugh at the rest of the group.

“Yeah. This is our good rat Argo. She’s an info broker, and has been playing with Kirito since the beta.”

Leafa took the girl’s hand and briskly shook it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kirito’s sister.”

The Rat looked taken aback for a moment, then snickered. “Ah Sugu! I’m surprised ya don’t remember me! Guess Kii-boy is the same IRL as in here, I must’ve just been another pretty gal he took home. Nyehehehe.”

“Aaaaaaaaaand I am gonna get a very, very, VERY stern talking to tonight. By a lot of people.” Kirito thought to himself.

“What? Kazuto never brought anyone home! Did you come in through a window or something?” Leafa was startled at the thought. “Another girl with Kazuto? In our home? And he was HIDING her?”

“Nyehehe. If you want any more info on me and Kii-boy you’ll need to buy it.” She pulled out her menu, and tapped a few submenus, one labelled ‘All Info On Kii-boy’. The girl’s looked on in horror as Argo scrolled through pages upon pages of info, all locked behind various Cor amounts. One even hit the cap, at absolute max Cor.

“Y’know, now that Sugu is here, I should offer a bit more to those bounties. Don’t need her to have that much ammo on me.” He lightly teased, but shot Argo a quick cash-injection.

“Aw Kii-boy, you really that scared about a lil, tiny, itty bitty secret like that?” She smirked knowingly.

“Oooooo Kirito and somethin ‘lil tiny itty bitty’? Color me curious~ Always suspected those two swords were compensatin’ for somethin~” Liz was laughing, she wouldn’t say it, but her mind travelled to places she would NEVER willingly admit.

“No, it aint that. ‘Sides, if you want that info so bad, you could just ask Asuna or Sugu for cheaper.”

“S-sugu?!?!?!” Philia slammed her drink down on the table, shaking the whole table.

“Yeah… Hate to say it, but that wouldn’t exactly be his ‘little’ secret” Leafa blushed, trying to look anywhere but the table.

“Gross.” Sinon shook her head and rested it on a fist. “This guy even hittin on his own sister? Shouldn’t be surprised…”

Kirito laughed to himself.

“Yea. Leafa here’s a real perv. Had to get a lock on our bathroom door cuz she kept peekin’ in on me showering.”

“K-KAZUTO!” The poor sylph went a crimson red.

“Nyeheheh. This is gold, pure gold.”

“Jeez Kirito. Sayin’ stuff like that when your wife’s in the room.” Liz teased at the boy.

Both Argo and Asuna moved to speak but were cut off by Kirito.

“You’re one to talk Liz, after you and Philia took me to a hot spring just to try and get a peek too.”

The pair of girls flushed as Asuna, Argo and Kirito all laughed.

“Jeez Kii-boy, you got busy with me out of pitcha. Any girls here who didn’t have their virgin eyes tainted by ya?”

Sinon and Silica went from pale to a light pink blush. Sinon played with her fingers, and Silica grabbed onto Pina for support.

“Nyehehehe. No wonder ya wanna keep that info a secret Kii-boy.”

Argo finally took a moment to pull up a chair to the table, right next to Kirito and Asuna, resting her head against the former.

“Yeah. Don’t want the mob against ya.” Kirito flicked the forehead of the rat.

“Ah our poor beata’. Always the lightnin rod of hate.” 

“Um. I’m sorry but could you tell us who Kirito is to you Miss Argo?” Silica pouted in her seat. “She’s so bold… Only Asuna is ever that touchy with Kirito…”

“Oh I’m just ya friendly neighbahood rat. Unless ya got the Cor to spend~” She rubbed her thumb against her index and middle finger, telling them silently ‘pay up’.

“Good thing Leafa is so oblivious, otherwise it wouldn’t be much of a secret.” Asuna laughed out.

“Oh I’m great at hidin’, dontcha worry your pretty lil head A-chan”

“Wait. With all of us here, we could probably pool enough Cor to buy the info.” Sinon spoke up with a taunting smile.

Both Argo and Kirito gulped, Argo’s facade of confidence quickly deteriorated as the girls began counting cor together.

“Waitwaitwait-”

“Suppose we brought this on ourselves.” Kirito shook his head. “I am gonna get killed tonight.”

…

“So firstly, how exactly do you know Kirito?” Silica frowned out. 

“I may be a rat, but I don’t lie. Kii-boy and I met in SAO’s beta days, and partied together to test some features.”

“That’s a shock. Kirito always hated getting involved in guilds and parties.” Liz looked upset at the idea of Kirito and this girl hanging out like that.

“Argo basically forced me into it.”

“Nyeheheh. You never complained, did ya?”

“Oh I did constantly, you just ignored me.”

“Anyways, that’s why I had ta visit him IRL. Gotta make sure alllllll~ the sensations in SAO matched outside.” She playfully teased out at the girls.

“Um. Kirito what exactly were you and Argo testing?” Philia slumped down with her head resting against the table, utterly defeated.

“Oh Kii-boy is wonderful~ he was so kind to do everything~ I asked of him.”

Kirito sighed, knowing Argo would simply make things worse from here.

“Argo and I were the only pair of guy and girl beta testers who remotely liked eachother’s presence. So we got a bit of a direct order from the top to test a few things.” 

Kirito lifted up his hand to the party, revealing his shining silver wedding band.

“Argo and I were asked to test the wedding feature, and all of the benefits.”

The air in the room was frozen. The tense atmosphere could be cut with a knife. But it was cut short by the snort and stifled laugh of Asuna.

“Heh. Dorks.”

“Asuna?! Aren’t you upset at this homewrecker!” Liz shouted out at her friend.

“Please. If anything it’s the other way around.” Asuna smiled softly and wrapped her fingers in an embrace with Kirito’s.

“If anything, I think Asuna might just like to watch.” Sinon muttered bluntly.

“Nyeheheh. We could give her a good show Sinonon~”

“Wait so when you say you had to test all the sensations-” Leafa’s eyes got wide

“Nyehehehehehe. There’s a reason Kii-boy gotcha those noise-cancellin’ headphones Sugu.” 

Leafa buried her head in her hands in embarrassment.

“Wait so you and Kirito?...” Liz’s voice was weak and trailed off.

“Yuh huh! The whole nine yards! Kii-boy really knows how to treat a lady~, right A-chan?”

Asuna blushed at the Rat’s question.

“Jeez… I would’ve liked to think I’d recognize when Kazuto brought a girl home…” Leafa sulked.

“So Kirito’s first time wasn’t with Asuna?” Silica was practically hyperventilating.

The boy and the rat shared a laugh as Kirito stroked the hair of the small beast tamer.

“Eh, there’s some stuff only A-chan can provide of course.” Argo pressed her index fingers against eachother.

“Don’t feel bad about not realizing I brought home Argo, Sugu. Not like she goes by that name IRL.” The boy smirked and looked down at Argo.

“Oh playin with fire Kii-boy? You know you’ll get burned.”

“After this conversation, I’m gonna get killed anyways. Might as well have some fun with it.”

“Nyehehe. I suppose that’s fair. But yea, chin up Leafa. You probably wouldntve noticed lil ol me. I’m sure im not the only ~boyfriend~ Kii-boy brought home” The rat laughed and Kirito blushed.

“B-BOYFRIEND???” The table blurted out.

“Wait Argo does that mean you’re a guy? And Kirito is-” Silica looked at Kirito, eyes widening.

Sinon’s head filled with a word that’d get her banned from various public forums, even if she could reclaim it.

“Guy? No. Bisexual? Yes.” Argo answered bluntly.

“This funky rat is transgender. But she’s as much of a girl as any of yall. And if I hear anything against it…” He lightly tapped his a sword on his back.

“Oh. Huh. Neat. Me too actually.” Sinon chirped, pleasantly surprised. “And now that I know Kirito likes girls like me…”

“Wait wait wait I feel like we’re glossing over the whole ‘Kirito has two wives’ bit.” Philia butted in. “I feel like that is important to address.”

“We’re stuck in a death game and you’re worried about the ethics of polyamory?” Asuna coldly responded. “With how much you all flirt with my husband I’d assumed you were fine with it.”

The table turned to bickering and gossiping as Kirito and Argo slinked away.

“Well that went better than expected.” Argo let out a breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding.

“Yeah. I’m just glad they didn’t ask who was the top.”

Kirito and Argo laughed to themselves before discussing plans for clearing the future floors. Now the group had gotten larger yet again. But something struck itself in Kirito’s head.

“Hmm both Argo and Sinon huh… I wonder if I’m…” the thought cut itself short, and they shook their head “heh. We can worry about that silly thought later.”

[heyyallitsbethfanfic]

Check Yes, Rat

On the 76th floor of Aincrad, a brigade of crusaders sat in the newly established bar of Agil. The party seemed to grow larger over time, now that the engine of Sword Art Online was unstable, bringing in unsuspecting hostages from other games, as well as trapping unfortunate souls within the backrooms of the code, the Hollow Area. Luckily, a raven haired boy had been there to catch the strays from Alfheim, GunGale and the Hollow Area, Leafa, Sinon and Philia. But even with a party growing ever larger, their leads on where to go from here were drying up. Assuming there even was somewhere to go from here, now that the game’s creator, Akihiko Kayaba had been killed. 

The black swordsman fidgeted in his seat before pulling up a message prompt.

“Look’s like we’re out of options. Last resort.”

The party looked on inquisitively as he effortlessly flicked out a message to the one person he trusted the most, but hadn’t spoken to in months.

“Kirito? Who are you messaging?” Asuna leaned against her partner.

“Oh, just our old mutual friend… With her skill and… Persistence... she’s probably already on the 76th floor.”

The rest of the party stiffened at the word “her”. While no words were spoken, the thought of another girl in their group caused a momentary flare of jealousy lost on the boy, who was struggling with his words.

“We’ve spoken a bit after the beta but… Not since Asuna and I were married. God this will be awkward.” Kirito shuddered at the thought, a chill down his spine.

“Ah Kii-boy, lookin for me huh?”

A shadow of beige and blonde fell behind Kirito who jumped from his seat. The rest of the party glared daggers at him “Kii-boy?”

“Je-jeez…” Kirito clutched his chest and smirked “Agil didn’t tell me this bar had a rat problem…” He absentmindedly tussled the blonde hair of the short cloaked figure standing beside the group. 

“Heheh. Just missin’ ya Kii-boy. And I knew the best place ta look was anywhere that had the most pretty gals hangin’ about.” Her gaze drifted to the table of friends “Looks like I was spot on huh?”

“Well, your info is always spot on aint it?”

The group expected Kirito to emit a flustered response, as he did with every other girl’s teasing. But was met with a confidence ill-fitting the boy.

“Umm Kazuto who is this?” Leafa spoke up, asking the question everyone was too afraid to ask.

“Ah Kii-boy, you never told your galpals about your best friend? I’m hurt.” The rat’s tone shifted at ‘best friend’ with seductive, teasing tone that was picked up by everyone at the table.

“Heh. I know you well enough that if I shared any info about ya you’d make me pay.” Kirito giggled, a foreign sight to the party, as it seemed that only his daughter Yui could make him laugh.

“Aw, after all this time still considerin’ the feelin’s of lil ol me?”

“Nope, just your business.”

“Nyehehe. Well, I’ll give yall this info for free. I’m Argo.” The cloaked girl extended her hand to Leafa. 

“Or you can call her a Rat, right Asuna?” Kirito looked at Asuna, who was trying to stifle a laugh at the rest of the group.

“Yeah. This is our good rat Argo. She’s an info broker, and has been playing with Kirito since the beta.”

Leafa took the girl’s hand and briskly shook it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kirito’s sister.”

The Rat looked taken aback for a moment, then snickered. “Ah Sugu! I’m surprised ya don’t remember me! Guess Kii-boy is the same IRL as in here, I must’ve just been another pretty gal he took home. Nyehehehe.”

“Aaaaaaaaaand I am gonna get a very, very, VERY stern talking to tonight. By a lot of people.” Kirito thought to himself.

“What? Kazuto never brought anyone home! Did you come in through a window or something?” Leafa was startled at the thought. “Another girl with Kazuto? In our home? And he was HIDING her?”

“Nyehehe. If you want any more info on me and Kii-boy you’ll need to buy it.” She pulled out her menu, and tapped a few submenus, one labelled ‘All Info On Kii-boy’. The girl’s looked on in horror as Argo scrolled through pages upon pages of info, all locked behind various Cor amounts. One even hit the cap, at absolute max Cor.

“Y’know, now that Sugu is here, I should offer a bit more to those bounties. Don’t need her to have that much ammo on me.” He lightly teased, but shot Argo a quick cash-injection.

“Aw Kii-boy, you really that scared about a lil, tiny, itty bitty secret like that?” She smirked knowingly.

“Oooooo Kirito and somethin ‘lil tiny itty bitty’? Color me curious~ Always suspected those two swords were compensatin’ for somethin~” Liz was laughing, she wouldn’t say it, but her mind travelled to places she would NEVER willingly admit.

“No, it aint that. ‘Sides, if you want that info so bad, you could just ask Asuna or Sugu for cheaper.”

“S-sugu?!?!?!” Philia slammed her drink down on the table, shaking the whole table.

“Yeah… Hate to say it, but that wouldn’t exactly be his ‘little’ secret” Leafa blushed, trying to look anywhere but the table.

“Gross.” Sinon shook her head and rested it on a fist. “This guy even hittin on his own sister? Shouldn’t be surprised…”

Kirito laughed to himself.

“Yea. Leafa here’s a real perv. Had to get a lock on our bathroom door cuz she kept peekin’ in on me showering.”

“K-KAZUTO!” The poor sylph went a crimson red.

“Nyeheheh. This is gold, pure gold.”

“Jeez Kirito. Sayin’ stuff like that when your wife’s in the room.” Liz teased at the boy.

Both Argo and Asuna moved to speak but were cut off by Kirito.

“You’re one to talk Liz, after you and Philia took me to a hot spring just to try and get a peek too.”

The pair of girls flushed as Asuna, Argo and Kirito all laughed.

“Jeez Kii-boy, you got busy with me out of pitcha. Any girls here who didn’t have their virgin eyes tainted by ya?”

Sinon and Silica went from pale to a light pink blush. Sinon played with her fingers, and Silica grabbed onto Pina for support.

“Nyehehehe. No wonder ya wanna keep that info a secret Kii-boy.”

Argo finally took a moment to pull up a chair to the table, right next to Kirito and Asuna, resting her head against the former.

“Yeah. Don’t want the mob against ya.” Kirito flicked the forehead of the rat.

“Ah our poor beata’. Always the lightnin rod of hate.” 

“Um. I’m sorry but could you tell us who Kirito is to you Miss Argo?” Silica pouted in her seat. “She’s so bold… Only Asuna is ever that touchy with Kirito…”

“Oh I’m just ya friendly neighbahood rat. Unless ya got the Cor to spend~” She rubbed her thumb against her index and middle finger, telling them silently ‘pay up’.

“Good thing Leafa is so oblivious, otherwise it wouldn’t be much of a secret.” Asuna laughed out.

“Oh I’m great at hidin’, dontcha worry your pretty lil head A-chan”

“Wait. With all of us here, we could probably pool enough Cor to buy the info.” Sinon spoke up with a taunting smile.

Both Argo and Kirito gulped, Argo’s facade of confidence quickly deteriorated as the girls began counting cor together.

“Waitwaitwait-”

“Suppose we brought this on ourselves.” Kirito shook his head. “I am gonna get killed tonight.”

…

“So firstly, how exactly do you know Kirito?” Silica frowned out. 

“I may be a rat, but I don’t lie. Kii-boy and I met in SAO’s beta days, and partied together to test some features.”

“That’s a shock. Kirito always hated getting involved in guilds and parties.” Liz looked upset at the idea of Kirito and this girl hanging out like that.

“Argo basically forced me into it.”

“Nyeheheh. You never complained, did ya?”

“Oh I did constantly, you just ignored me.”

“Anyways, that’s why I had ta visit him IRL. Gotta make sure alllllll~ the sensations in SAO matched outside.” She playfully teased out at the girls.

“Um. Kirito what exactly were you and Argo testing?” Philia slumped down with her head resting against the table, utterly defeated.

“Oh Kii-boy is wonderful~ he was so kind to do everything~ I asked of him.”

Kirito sighed, knowing Argo would simply make things worse from here.

“Argo and I were the only pair of guy and girl beta testers who remotely liked eachother’s presence. So we got a bit of a direct order from the top to test a few things.” 

Kirito lifted up his hand to the party, revealing his shining silver wedding band.

“Argo and I were asked to test the wedding feature, and all of the benefits.”

The air in the room was frozen. The tense atmosphere could be cut with a knife. But it was cut short by the snort and stifled laugh of Asuna.

“Heh. Dorks.”

“Asuna?! Aren’t you upset at this homewrecker!” Liz shouted out at her friend.

“Please. If anything it’s the other way around.” Asuna smiled softly and wrapped her fingers in an embrace with Kirito’s.

“If anything, I think Asuna might just like to watch.” Sinon muttered bluntly.

“Nyeheheh. We could give her a good show Sinonon~”

“Wait so when you say you had to test all the sensations-” Leafa’s eyes got wide

“Nyehehehehehe. There’s a reason Kii-boy gotcha those noise-cancellin’ headphones Sugu.” 

Leafa buried her head in her hands in embarrassment.

“Wait so you and Kirito?...” Liz’s voice was weak and trailed off.

“Yuh huh! The whole nine yards! Kii-boy really knows how to treat a lady~, right A-chan?”

Asuna blushed at the Rat’s question.

“Jeez… I would’ve liked to think I’d recognize when Kazuto brought a girl home…” Leafa sulked.

“So Kirito’s first time wasn’t with Asuna?” Silica was practically hyperventilating.

The boy and the rat shared a laugh as Kirito stroked the hair of the small beast tamer.

“Eh, there’s some stuff only A-chan can provide of course.” Argo pressed her index fingers against eachother.

“Don’t feel bad about not realizing I brought home Argo, Sugu. Not like she goes by that name IRL.” The boy smirked and looked down at Argo.

“Oh playin with fire Kii-boy? You know you’ll get burned.”

“After this conversation, I’m gonna get killed anyways. Might as well have some fun with it.”

“Nyehehe. I suppose that’s fair. But yea, chin up Leafa. You probably wouldntve noticed lil ol me. I’m sure im not the only ~boyfriend~ Kii-boy brought home” The rat laughed and Kirito blushed.

“B-BOYFRIEND???” The table blurted out.

“Wait Argo does that mean you’re a guy? And Kirito is-” Silica looked at Kirito, eyes widening.

Sinon’s head filled with a word that’d get her banned from various public forums, even if she could reclaim it.

“Guy? No. Bisexual? Yes.” Argo answered bluntly.

“This funky rat is transgender. But she’s as much of a girl as any of yall. And if I hear anything against it…” He lightly tapped his a sword on his back.

“Oh. Huh. Neat. Me too actually.” Sinon chirped, pleasantly surprised. “And now that I know Kirito likes girls like me…”

“Wait wait wait I feel like we’re glossing over the whole ‘Kirito has two wives’ bit.” Philia butted in. “I feel like that is important to address.”

“We’re stuck in a death game and you’re worried about the ethics of polyamory?” Asuna coldly responded. “With how much you all flirt with my husband I’d assumed you were fine with it.”

The table turned to bickering and gossiping as Kirito and Argo slinked away.

“Well that went better than expected.” Argo let out a breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding.

“Yeah. I’m just glad they didn’t ask who was the top.”

Kirito and Argo laughed to themselves before discussing plans for clearing the future floors. Now the group had gotten larger yet again. But something struck itself in Kirito’s head.

“Hmm both Argo and Sinon huh… I wonder if I’m…” the thought cut itself short, and they shook their head “heh. We can worry about that silly thought later.”

[m0th-t33th]

hello i would like to inquire as to the nature of this detective barclay 🍝

IM SO GLAD IM ABOUT TO GET ANNOYING HOLD ON

have to put a cut because i got rambly LOL

okay so like hes only like halfway there to being done but hes taken up all of my mind lately.

detective (inspector) samuel barclay. hes like around mid to late 40s? give or take? and PERPETUALLY tired. hes the main detective at his precinct and fucking hates the job, but the only reason he stays is because the guy who would take his position is this like disgusting, very corrupt cop who no one will fire. (havent got a name for that guy yet lol rip bozo) barclay is working on finding a way to fire him though, so he can then fucking Get Out Of There.

he also has an ex wife, who he is still like kind of deeply in love with lol, but she moved on wayyyy before the divorce even happened. they got married when they were around 20 or so? and barclay had just joined the police force which strained their marriage and they ended up very distanced and effectively werent married anymore, so the ex wife ended up cheating on barclay, which fucking ruined him - he doesnt blame her for it, though. they also had a daughter - maya. she was around ten when the divorce went through and she never knew the reason why - they hid it from her, felt she didnt need to know.

she ended up living with her mother because of barclays job - which also crushed him and by this point he was starting to hate the job, but he was on a big case at the time (murder thing) and couldnt quit so Whatever.

he DID, however, end up taking their family pet - a cat named detective - because the wife didnt really like the poor thing, really only got it for the daughter & also just generally didnt have the time and money to care for it and the daughter with the divorce.

so hes alone and just has a stupid, huge fluffy cat named detective. moved away from [wherever. edinburgh, maybe.] and transferred to another precinct in [wherever. a kind of small-ish town, havent got a name yet lol.] and ended up getting promoted to DI as well, and he was like 'fucking hell ok im stuck here for another year at least' because of the promotion - now, you may be asking why he didnt just give up the job then when he had the chance? because he did NOT have enough money to move and get a house AND take care of both himself and the cat, and he refused to get rid of the cat. so hes once again forced to take on a job that effectively ruined his life.

he ends up getting the title of Asshole Cop in the precinct, because hes very blunt and exhausted and generally is just kind of rude to everyone there - he doesnt try make friends. his (work) partner is a very nice woman, [first name i havent came up with] evans. she puts up with ALLLL of his shit, and kind of ends up his sort of friend, too. shes the only one who likes him.

Corrupt Guy got transferred from america, and brought along HIS (work) partner, max who hes kind of very abusive towards. barclay fucking hates his guts and desperately wants to like. .. save max, basically, because max is like very early 20s and barclay is jsut like. 'fuck man hes just a kid.' so thats his Mission for now.

max is kind of terrified of barclay, though, because hes a timid texas(?) boy and barclay is this grumpy old scottish bloke who he cant understand sometimes and usually ends up assuming barclays pissed at him (due to the trauma).

evans finds this fucking hilarious, btw.

anyway. eventually, barclay accidentally kind of adopts a stray dog. it showed up at his door one day and he felt bad for it so he fed it, and it followed him to work, sat outside his work all fucking dayand then followed him home again. rinse and repeat for a few days and evans mentions it to barclay and hes just like 'i dont fucking know who this dog is it keeps following me.' and evans stares at him because fuck, how is he so stupid and tells him he has a dog now. he names the dog, dog. very creative, of course.

he also reconnects with his daughter, shes now sixteen or so and is very queer (a lesbian, she/they) and now barclay is trying his hardest to be a supportive father. she ends up requestiing to live with him and everything goes well, so now every weekend he has to put up with his daughter having sleepovers with their girlfriend and he kicks them to the living room because, 'there will be no funny business going on in my home' and maya thinks hes soooo cringe, and in the mornings he TOTALLY embarrasses her via wearing some fuckass loser pyjamas (think like, those stupid gamer pyjamas for boys but instead of gamer its cop related. they were gifts from evans) and its very stupid and sweet

also when maya explained their gender thing, barclay had a Moment of 'hang on. most people think like that.' but he did NOT speak this and just nodded along to maya explaining and told her he loves them no matter what. barclay promptly forgets that gender thing of his own and never thinks about it again (think that one meme thats like 'i might be nonbinary but i have a job so i dont care about that rn' hes like that)

so now with a queer daughter, an old fluffy cat and a scruffy dog hes once again forced to face his stupid job that he hates. Corrupt Guy is very homophobic also, and once barclay realises that his drive to fucking get that guy fired is up to 1000 because 'my daughters queer and im not having her live in a town where the police is ran by a bigot' so hes stuck in this job until that asshole gets fired.

with his new drive of trying to make the station better, though, he tries to befriend some of the constibles and such. it does NOT go well, however, and he ends up sending one of them into a panic attack (he doesnt fucking know how.) (he accidentally gave them a death glare thinking he was being nice.) later evans takes the absolute piss out of him because 'christ, barclay, how do you even manage that??'

he does not try to befriend anyone after that.

maya also ended up taking him to a pride parade once and he was VERY nervous about it. he did end up realising hes bisexual from it, though.

uhm. i think thats it so far for where hes at? this s very long and idk if it makes sense, sorry. but i like this guy a lot hes stupid. he despises being a cop but he wants to try make the force Better before he leaves it forever. he would feel awful if he left it in the state its in currently, especially because he has a daughter to protect and knows first hand how fucked the force is right now.

yea 👍

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Favorite Crime - Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Episode 16

Naomi was wishful for a good last year as a senior, but it looks like it was not going her way.

Isla Robles began talking badly about Kaito, talking about how he always wears his red pullover hat. All Naomi saw was red, nobody talks badly about her brother.

Standing up for her brother, got her expelled for a day. She was happy to sit herself at home instead of going to this new, lame school anyway. She was happy to.

On her day free of school, Naomi found this stray cat named Cosmo and brought him home. Ever since Lily Pad passed away, Salem had been really sad. She thought it would cheer up Kaito and Cosmo.

A couple weeks go by, Maeve is throwing her annual Halloween party! At school, Naomi has been falling in with the wrong crowd, she's able to keep up with her grades since this school isn't as progressed as her last. Naomi had been getting high for weeks under the nose of her mothers. During the party, Maeve noticed her daughter's bright red eyes.

Maeve: Naomi Anderson Kibo, Are you high right now?

Naomi tries to lie: Uhhhhhh, no?

Maeve could feel her face reddening: First, the fight you got into at school was out of character, and now this?? What has gotten into you?

Naomi: Maybe we should've stayed in the city! At least until I was out of school! And Kaito too!

Maeve noticing the amount of people were gathering around them as people were arriving for the party: We'll talk about this later. Go to your room.

Naomi: But MOM! The party? I wanna go to the party.

Maeve: I've made up my mind Naomi. Go to your room. We'll talk later or in the morning.

Naomi groans: Ugh, this is so unfair. You're so uncool.

Maeve: I'm okay with not being cool! Now go.

Naomi gets a plate of food and heads up the stairs to her room. Maeve sighs and looks for Star while greeting fellow partygoers.

Maeve: Thank you all for coming, year after year, this is my favorite tradition. As always, the party may be going on elsewhere, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!

Everyone in the room cheers. They thank Maeve and Star for throwing another amazing Halloween party. A couple hours go by in the Library ....

Star: I missed you in bed, you zoned into a book love?

Maeve doesn't bother looking up at Star, intent on trying to find answers to her parenting problem. Clearly she went wrong some where for Naomi to be acting the way she does.

Star notices the lack of response and ponders for a couple minutes: I hate to be a bother, but my love you seem upset?

Maeve sighs and closes the book: Yes and no. You know how Naomi got into that fight on the first day of school?

Star: Yeah, I remember.

Maeve stands up, paces around the room before standing in front of Star: I caught her earlier tonight high as a kite in the dining room. I'm not sure if she was hiding from me or she didn't care that I knew. But she was high. Where did I go wrong in raising her? What did I do for her to resort to drugs?

Star: She was high? On what?

Maeve: I'm assuming weed, I haven't spoken with her yet. I sent her up to her room before more people got here and saw her bright red eyes.

Star: I don't think that you went wrong with her. Teenagers try things, they do stupid stuff, it's a part of growing up. Didn't you do anything wild in your teens? I know I did. I have a whole list of things I did when I was 14, Naomi is turning 18 soon. I'm happy to see her break out of her shell.

Maeve: You're happy about this?

Star: Wait, that's not exactly what I meant. She's always been somewhat of a shy girl. She's had the same friend group since elementary school after moving to the city. She asked you if she could date, you said no, to our knowledge she respected that. I'm not saying that I'm happy she's doing drugs or getting into fights. But I am happy that she's finding out who she is outside of us, outside of her main friend group.

Maeve: You're right, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. I did things in my teens that would put Naomi to shame far earlier than this too.

They both chuckle. The space between the two disappears and they embrace.

Star: I love you so much May.

Maeve: I love you more than any word can say. Let's go to bed so I can show you how much ......

Star smiles: I like the sound of that.

SKILL CHECK:

Writing: 10/10

Handiness: 8/10

Charisma: 7/10

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Chapter Eight

Word Count: 4,116

Trigger Warning(s): graphic depictions of violence (including use of weapons; don't worry, folks. It gets pretty dark), threats of m*rder, etc.

Summary: A terrifying clash happens in Oklahoma City...

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It was one of Balor’s henchmen. Apparently, one of the dumber ones he has. I’m sure he’s incredibly booksmart, but sometimes…he doesn’t have any common sense. It goes straight out the window when the temptation of alcohol gets in the way. I mean, I only assumed this based on what I’ve learned over several years. High school, college, life…every experience I had taught me a lot about how to judge people based on first glance. 

I’m not saying it’s a smart thing to do, but sometimes, it helps for the sake of your safety. 

I figured it was one of Balor’s henchmen, judging by the looks of him. But maybe I’m wrong because I’ve been on the run from the “big boss man” himself for two years, and it made me paranoid in a way. It wasn’t until Whiskey asked about it that we both went down a rabbit hole to figure out who this person was. 

“Now, Rocky, who exactly was that guy you punched in the bar?” Whiskey asked as we headed toward another part of Stockyards City, where a cattle auction was set to take place soon. 

“I’m not sure, Whiskey,” I answered. “Really, I don’t.”

Luckily, Whiskey was patient enough with me. “Well, what did he look like?”

“He had jet-black hair, these—light-brown eyes, and a fairly muscular build,” I answered. “He had slightly tanned skin. Not quite dark, but just slightly tanned. He looked like an American who had a bad day at the tanning salon, almost.”

After we sat down front and center for the cattle auction, Whiskey did his best to calm me down as best he could. “It sure sounds like he’s part of Balor’s ring. But there’s always a chance that we’re all safe. Don’t worry, sugar. We have concealed carry licenses, just in case things go to hell.”

I nodded. “You might be right. There’s probably nothing going on. I’m probably just crazy or some shit.”

Then, Whiskey and I went on as if nothing happened, but my mind still circulated through all the questions I had about all this. I was still paranoid by the fact that Balor could quite possibly be closing in on us, so I had to think it through just in case anything happened.

What if it was one of Balor’s men?

What if he only behaved like that in order to set a trap for Whiskey and I?

But even though my thoughts kept circulating through my head, I had better things to focus on. The cattle auction! Whiskey and I had no intention of buying any cattle—maybe in the future, if we’re lucky—but we just wanted to see one in person. Both of us had never seen a live cattle auction before, so it was an experience that we could go through together. 

One by one, beautiful cattle were brought out by trained handlers for the general audience to see. It was nice to see some variety among the cattle—from young to middle-aged to old, to black and white and everything in between. I sure as hell didn’t intend on buying any one of these, but—maybe someday. Maybe someday, I can have my own cattle farm with Whiskey.

I’m thinking too far ahead, aren’t I?

As the auction went on, different people got different cows. Even some of the kids that managed to get cows were so excited about bringing them home. For me, it was a great experience to see what exactly a cattle auction entailed, and it was totally not what I expected at all. And being with Whiskey made it all better. 

And then…everything went south rather quickly. 

Right after a beautiful, “teenage” Hereford cow was auctioned off, I heard a loud gunshot that echoed throughout the area. Multiple screams erupted, and mainly everyone was drawn away from the auction and to what was going on. Even little kids were being shielded by their parents just in case they had to protect them from any stray bullets. Whiskey and I immediately stood up to figure out what was going on, and as soon as we turned to the main entrance of the building, we soon figured it out. 

There were three men—one at the head of it all, and the other two standing behind him—who stood there, their guns cocked and loaded. They were ready to shoot at anyone who got in their way. As soon as Whiskey and I came to our senses about what was unfolding, we finally recognized who the “head honcho” was. 

Balor. 

Yep. Balor was there, with two of his many henchmen backing him up. How the hell did Balor manage to find us here? Fuck if I know! But what matters now is that Whiskey and I stay safe, and several people don’t die while this is happening. 

“Now that I have your attention,” Balor started, “I am going to command you all to do something. Fail to give me what I want, and we will shoot everyone in here in the head.”

A couple of the kids started to cry, and their parents hugged them tighter. Meanwhile, Whiskey and I gave each other a glance before shooting our eyes back up to where Balor and his henchmen were. 

“We are looking for two people. A man and a woman,” Balor explained. “They both have been pains in the ass, and we want to do our best to find them and take care of them. First, we’re going to give you all an opportunity to rat these two people out.”

A picture of both Whiskey and I appeared on the small television screens near the front. But much to Balor’s chagrin, no one was budging. 

“Now, we’re going to give you all an opportunity to rat out these two and point them out for us,” Balor said. “We’ll go up to each and every one of you and ask you again if you refuse. If you don’t talk, then we’ll kill you. Simple as that.”

While Balor and the henchmen were choosing their first victim to possibly kill, I turned to Whiskey, being especially careful not to reveal my face for Balor to see. I show my face, and Balor kills me immediately. 

“I swear to God, if Balor tries to pull a gun on a lil’ kid, I’m gonna get up and say somethin’,” I whispered. 

“Whatever you gotta do, Rocky,” Whiskey said. “Just trust your gut.”

We both kept monitoring what Balor was doing, just in case he tried to pull anything too dangerous. If Balor noticed us, then we’d do everything we could to fight back, but we didn’t want anyone—especially little children—getting caught in the crossfire. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Balor walk up to a little kid, who was too frightened to barely move. 

“Hello there, little boy,” Balor sneered. “What’s your name?”

“De—De—Devin,” the frightened boy said. 

I whipped my head around once I heard that name. I swear to God that if Balor hurts that kid, then he’ll regret being born. My life was already ruined when my twin Devin was killed, and I will not let Balor hurt this little kid, just because he shares a name with my late twin.

“Well, Devin, have you seen those two people you see up there on the screen? Have you seen them around here at all?” Balor asked. 

This boy, God bless his little heart, shook his head side-to-side as he shook with fear. “N—No, sir. I haven’t. I don’t even recognize them.”

But Balor, being the ruthless son-of-a-bitch that he is, wasn’t satisfied with that. Instead, he decided to keep pressuring the kid. “Come on, kid. Surely, they’re in this room somewhere. Right?”

“I—I—I don’t know,” the poor kid said. “I swear on my life that I haven’t seen them before.”

Balor was already very fed up by this point, which scared me. Scared me to the point that I was already reaching for my gun. I had to whip it out quickly just in case anything went south, and so far…it sure looks like it was going that way. 

“Now, come on, you little shit!” Balor shouted. “I know you know where they are. So open your goddamn mouth and tell me before I put a bullet through your head!”

Balor reached for his gun and almost put it up against the kid’s head. Quicker than a flash of light, I got up and pulled out my gun, aiming it at Balor. Specifically, his head. 

“Drop the gun, motherfucker!” I shouted, keeping my gun aimed at Balor. 

Balor turned toward me, and a wicked grin appeared on his face. It was like he was glad to see me. It was scary shit, let me tell you…to have the cold, lifeless eyes of a homicidal terrorist glued onto you firmly. It’s scary to think that at any point, he could flip a switch and kill you almost instantly. But like what I was taught in all of the training and learning I’ve done, I kept my cool. Somehow.

“Drop that gun now,” I said firmly, still keeping my gun aimed at Balor’s head. 

Luckily, he dropped his gun, which led to me putting mine back in its holster. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to join the party. Agent Blackjack. The bane to my existence.”

“And you’re the bane to mine,” I said. “Tell me somethin’ I don’t already know.”

“Ah, Agent Blackjack. You’ve always been such a fiery son-of-a-gun,” Balor said. “It’s too bad because all that you are now is just a dumb bitch who’s so alone that she can’t handle all of us at once.”

Whiskey was getting ready to get up and say something, but he waited until things got worse. 

“Oh, I’m sure I can handle y’all,” I said confidently. 

“But it’s three against one,” Balor answered.

I smirked. “I like those odds.”

Balor chuckled in such an evil tone. “I doubt. You know why? Because you’re such a lonely, dumb bitch.”

That’s when Whiskey quickly rose up and pointed his two pistols at Balor’s henchmen, all while keeping his eyes straight on Balor. “Call her a bitch one more time, and I swear to fuckin’ Christ that I’ll personally make sure that’s the last thing you ever say.”

“I doubt, agents,” Balor said. “It’s three against two. You’re outnumbered.”

Whiskey and I glanced at each other and smirked. Sure, we were outnumbered, but we were crazy enough to fight as much as we could. 

“Oh, I’m sure we can handle y’all,” Whiskey said boldly.

“Whiskey, I’ll handle Balor. You take care of the two doofuses who tagged along,” I said. “I’m gonna try to get everyone out of here.”

I then turned to the general consensus of everyone. “Okay. All y’all who aren’t in the middle of a standoff right now, get the hell out of here before things get messier than before.”

Everyone who was in there—except for Whiskey, myself, Balor, and his two henchmen—flooded any entrance they could find and escaped. I made sure everyone was out before I continued on with the standoff with Balor, just in case things got messy. 

“How the hell did you find us here?” I asked. “How did you know that Whiskey and I were here?”

Balor shrugged. “I have my ways.”

“Well, you better tell us here real soon, or I’m gonna force the answer out of you,” Whiskey shouted. 

“I ain’t telling you a goddamn thing, agents,” Balor answered. 

One of my eyebrows hooked upward at the peculiarity of Balor’s words. “Oh, really? You’re gonna say that while I have a gun so close within my reach? ‘Cause I can very easily shoot ya within a matter of seconds.”

“You think that’s gonna scare me, Agent Blackjack?” Balor asked. “Nothing scares me.”

“Bullshit! I call bullshit,” I answered boldly. “You’re not only afraid of Whiskey and I destroying everything you’ve worked so hard for, but you’re also afraid of dying and failure. Dying before accomplishing your biggest goal of global genocide, and the failure to succeed in your evil ways. You’re afraid of failing to meet these goals.”

I paused for a second. “And let’s be honest. I hope you do fail.”

Whiskey stood behind Balor’s henchmen, pointing a gun to their heads to ensure that they weren’t going anywhere. I, however, stood about six feet away from Balor, standing firm in my place. I wasn’t going to back down from Balor, nor was I going to take any of his shit that he tried to throw at me. 

I’m not that kind of girl. I’m the type of girl that stands firmly in her place and doesn’t back down, even when all the odds are against her. My daddy always raised me with the ideals that I should never—under any circumstances—back down just because people try to make us do so. 

“You can’t bow down to anyone who tries to bring you down. Stand your ground and fight back to defend that ground on which you stand,” my daddy would say. 

Good thing that applied to what was going on now. Even though Balor Devlin—the most dangerous person in the world—had every opportunity to kill me at any moment, I stood my ground. I didn’t back down from him because it would just give Balor what we wanted—for Whiskey and I to surrender. If we surrendered, then we—and the rest of the world—were fucked. We’d die a fiery and torturous death, while Balor got what he wanted…

…Genocide on the global scale.

“Oh, don’t you worry, little thing,” Balor said, inching closer and closer to me. “I will make sure I don’t fail. If anything, you’ll fail.”

Despite Balor being closer to me than ever before, I stood my ground, not even flinching a little bit. With my killer resting bitch face, I kept a close eye on Balor, who was practically breathing down my neck at this point. I was waiting for the right opportunity to strike and escape, hopefully with Whiskey. Because without Whiskey, I was practically lost. Without him, I was at a higher risk of getting kidnapped or worse…killed. 

“And how do you suppose that?” I asked in the sternest voice imaginable. 

Balor chuckled in a low tone. “Ah, Agent Blackjack. Such a delusional, gullible bitch. You don’t even know half of what the world is. What the world has to offer. You’ve been here for a decent while, and yet—you’re too caught up in your own grand delusions to even make the effort to find out.”

“My grand delusions? Bullshit! If anything, you have the wildest delusions known to man!” I said. 

“I don’t have delusions, my dear,” he sneered. “I have plans. Plans that, after some careful crafting, seem perfectly reasonable.” 

“How the fuck is global genocide reasonable?” I asked in a stern, irritated tone. 

Balor smirked an evil grin. One that I hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was a grin that detailed his homicidal personality perfectly. He was definitely the most dangerous person I’ve ever come across. Let alone, the most evil. But he was also very stupid. Stupid because he somehow let his guard down while he was close to me. 

This gave me the time to kick him in his balls and knock him out temporarily with the butt of my gun. Whiskey, meanwhile, knocked Balor’s henchmen in the head enough to daze them. Not enough to knock them unconscious or anything. Of course, by doing this, Whiskey and I saw our chance to escape. We didn’t kill Balor right then and there, only because we wanted to give them a run for their money. 

Perhaps, we could drive them even crazier than before.

“Whiskey, where the hell do we go from here?” I asked. 

He looked around for a moment to see where we could hide. “This way,” Whiskey said, leading us to where the cattle were being held and wrangled—the corrals.

We made our way toward the corrals where some of the cattle were being held. There were too many places where Whiskey and I could hide, and one wrong place could possibly kill us both. So we had to think extra carefully before hiding from Balor and his two henchmen. 

“Where’s a good place to hide, Whiskey?” I asked. “All of these places are open.”

“Well, sugar, we’re gonna have to either hide amongst cattle or hide behind an enclosure,” he said, “but if we do have to hide inside an enclosure, make sure we don’t hide with the longhorns. Those are nasty sons-of-bitches, and their horns only add onto their danger level.”

“So among cattle then?” I concluded. 

“Damn right,” Whiskey answered. 

“Do you happen to know the biggest breed of cow we could hide amongst?” I asked, looking around for a big breed of cow. 

We quietly and quickly thought, trying to find out which was the biggest breed here. Though we didn’t see it yet in the cattle auction, there was bound to be a big breed Whiskey and I could hide amongst. 

“Chianina!” I then exclaimed. 

Whiskey looked at me as though I was crazy. “Chia-what?”

“Chianina. An Italian breed of cattle,” I answered. “I remembered learning about it when I was a small child.”

“Well, do they have Chianinas here?” Whiskey asked. “Because none of these enclosures got name tags.”

I shrugged. “Fuck if I know. I know they got ‘em. It’s just a matter of which enclosure they’re in.”

Within the enclosure next to me and Whiskey, there was a giant barn door that opened up, allowing all the cattle that were inside to flood into the open. And as if it was magic, the breed of cattle was simply—Chianina. 

“Wonderful!” Whiskey said cheerfully. 

“Perfect opportunity,” I said. 

Just then, I heard the main-entrance doors open up, followed by a good amount of congregating. I knew that only meant one thing—Balor and his men were coming. And Whiskey and I didn’t have long to hide before they got here. 

“Come on, sugar. I’ll give ya a boost into the enclosure,” Whiskey said, offering his hands out. 

“Whiskey, I’ve climbed so many things in my lifetime,” I responded. “These wood-and-wire fences—they’re nothin’ too challenging.”

I climbed over the fencing and into the enclosure with the Chianina cattle, while Whiskey watched out for Balor and his men. As soon as I got in, Whiskey followed, and we carefully navigated among the big and beautiful yet dangerous cattle. I carefully and occasionally looked to see if Balor and his men were coming, and as it turned out, they were already entering the maze of enclosures. 

“They’re getting closer,” I whispered to Whiskey, as we hid behind some of the cattle. 

“Yeah, and there’s no way we could hide amongst these cattle without them seeing us,” Whiskey said, also whispering. 

“Balor’s dumb enough to not look if we don’t move and keep quiet,” I said. 

We walked among the huge cattle, while Balor and his men approached where we were hiding. As I peeked my head out enough to have my eyesight just skate over the cow’s back, I could see Balor and his men carefully scanning the enclosure for me and Whiskey, and I guess they were too stupid to investigate it further. 

“They have to be here somewhere,” Balor said. “Do any of you see them?”

Both of them shook their heads. “No, boss. It’s like they disappeared out of the blue.”

“But they haven’t! I know they’re here somewhere,” Balor said. 

As they all went to check the other enclosures, Whiskey and I peeked out from behind the cattle to make sure the coast was clear. 

“What now, Whiskey?” I asked. “They’re roaming about, so do we get out and attack or do we stay here until they come back to us?”

He shrugged, making sure he had all his weapons close within his reach. Then, he marched over to the fence and started to climb over it. He paused for a moment before hopping down on the other side. 

“Ah, fuck it!” he shouted. 

I panicked, looking around confusedly. “Whiskey! Whiskey, get your ass back here!”

I marched over to the front part of the fence, wondering what Whiskey was thinking. “You can’t just go and confront Balor and all his men. That’s basically suicide!”

He shrugged. “Three against one…I like those odds.”

“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” I said. 

"Not crazier than you,” Whiskey responded in return. 

“This is not the time for that,” I said sternly. 

Balor and his men rounded the corner, not paying attention to Whiskey, who was standing in front of them. “Hey, assholes!” Whiskey shouted, catching the attention of Balor and his two henchmen. 

“Well, well, Agent Whiskey. Coming back for more?” Balor teased. 

Whiskey shrugged. “Yeah. I guess so.”

Then, the fight started, with Balor lunging at Whiskey, who successfully stopped him by shoving him back. Even though the henchmen tried to land some punches on Whiskey, he managed to avoid both. Surprisingly, he was putting up a pretty good fight without using any of his weapons. 

I must’ve spoken too soon or something because the henchmen neutralized Whiskey, holding his arms back. Meanwhile, I was straddled on the top of the fence, with my legs on either side. It was like the top of the fence was a saddle or a seat. And just when Balor was drawing his fist back with the intention of punching Whiskey, I used one of my glocks to shoot up into the air and draw attention onto me. 

“Y’all are crazy for thinkin’ I ain’t gonna get involved,” I said, pointing my gun at the henchmen. “Help my man up.”

“Mmm. I don’t think so,” one of the henchmen said. 

I fired a shot toward the first man’s feet, startling him. “I said—Help him up. Now!” I commanded once again. 

The henchmen quickly helped Whiskey to his feet, while I hopped down to the ground, facing Balor and his men. Whiskey hastily scrambled to my side, while I had my gun pointed at Balor, whose evil grin took over his face again. 

“Look who finally joined us,” Balor said. 

“First of all, I already joined. And second of all, I only intend on doing one thing and one thing only,” I said sternly. 

Balor chuckled, cracking his knuckles in the process. “And what is that?”

I smirked. “Kicking your ass.”

The fight started up again, with Balor lunging at me. I luckily dodged it and grabbed his wrist, flipping him hard onto his back. Meanwhile, Whiskey seemed like he was handling the henchmen just fine, dividing his attention between those two dumbass, heartless, evil bitches. 

As I kept up my aggressive offense against Balor, I realized that Whiskey and I had to escape at one point. If we escaped, then we could continue playing cat-and-mouse. Only then will we be able to lure Balor into his own defeat. But there was one complex and important question that circulated throughout my brain…

Where could Whiskey and I run to where we’d be safe?

Right away, I eliminated any place within Oklahoma City because Balor was already there. He’s bound to find and kill me and Whiskey if we stay in the city. That’s when I silently concluded that it was best if Whiskey and I fled once again, but since it was relatively close to Christmas, it had to be somewhere that gave off “winter vibes”. I mean, it was only about a week and a half until Christmas, so I had to start thinking ahead. 

Shit! I didn’t get anything for Whiskey! Welp…Guess that’s gonna be the first thing I do when Whiskey and I find refuge again.

“Whiskey!” I shouted toward him as he kept battling the two henchmen. “Hold ‘em up for a hot minute. I got an idea!”

Tagging along to my crazy idea, Whiskey held up the henchmen in front of him.. As that happened, I managed to find enough superhuman strength to pick up the hefty yet weakened Balor into my arms. I couldn’t hold him much longer, so I decided to chuck Balor into his two henchmen, hurting them and allowing Whiskey to escape along with me. 

“Hurry your ass up, Whiskey!” I shouted, starting to dash away. “We gotta go.”

Whiskey quickly followed behind me as we made our way to the truck and drove off. We were lucky that Balor and his men weren’t close behind, and that they couldn’t track us. Then again, I don’t know how long Whiskey and I will stay lucky. After all, luck sometimes runs out. And I don’t know if we’ll be lucky for much longer…

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake: grant, hunter & octavia. / verse: all american.

     the thank you from octavia simply had hunter nodding his head in acknowledgement. he meant what he said, no matter how much wht grant had done put everyone at odds, hunter would help tend to any of them. he understood the anger from nick and bellamy but the violence on one of their own men, whether he had been cast out or not, it was a cold reminder of what a lack of control could cause.

     grant's lashes fluttered though with the swelling he couldn't quite see anything but blurry bright lights and a shadowed figure above him but he could hear her voice fine and he knew it was octavia. not only did he feel the physical pain caused by the men but there was an added pain in his heart weighed down by guilt. the guilt of his choice, of her finding him and seeing him like this. he thought back to when he had seen her beaten and bruised and god he had never wanted to see her like that again. -- and that had been done at the hand of strangers. not brothers.

     he decided to simply close his eyes since it only caused him more pain to try and see and well, with his vision as blurred as it was it seemed pointless. he listened as he tried to breathe through the pain of his tightly bound ribs, through the bruises that covered his body. there wasn't a chance he could breathe through his nose at the moment so dry lips parted. he heard the drag of the table chair and another stray tear streaked his cheek as her hand returned to his hair. as she took his hand and he squeezed it weakly.

     the anger he had heard in nicks voice as the two argued when he'd been brought in still echoed in his mind along with her reassurances that they'd get him out of here. he didn't want to be here, in nicks home after he'd burned down all other places he cherished. he tried to nod but another quiet groan escaped instead, opting to simply just listen. i'm not going anywhere grant. she told him and again a wave of guilt crashed into him, tears catching in his lashes at how relieved he felt to hear that even if it was beyond selfish of him after what he had done.

     the tease had a smile twitch at his lips, exhaling shakily as hunter returned to them with a glass of water and a straw. "here," he offered to octavia, assuming she would want to help in any way she could, he also assumed grant would be more likely to accept the straw if given to him by octavia. "i'll call ryan, the two of us should be able to move him to the back of my car to take him home," he told her as he pulled out his phone. hunter also knew that there was only so much time before nick would come barging back in demanding them gone.

@thewholecrew : grant, hunter & octavia.

hunter’s words stunned octavia, a warmth spreading through her despite the damp clothing from the rain. her smile grew a touch bigger, liking the way she had an ally in hunter regardless of whether people were happy about it or not. her brother, whether by choice or not, had been gone for the last four years. he doesn’t get to come back now and immediately start dictating her life. "thanks hunter,” she expressed her appreciation.

teary hues immediately snapped down towards grant as he struggled to speak, her forehead creasing with distress for the unimaginable agony he must be in. “shhh, you’re okay.” octavia forced out with a strained smile, gentle fingers still brushing against his skin. hunter’s helping. he’s helping, she has to remind herself because every painful noise grant makes while hunter works rips through her heart. unable to tear her gaze from grant again, she simply nodded to hunter’s assurances of grant’s state, to the idea that she should talk to grant in order to help keep him awake. “okay..” the only time her gaze leaves grant is as hunter passes by her, gently touching her shoulder. eyes follow hunter into the kitchen before teeth tug at her bottom lip as octavia sinks into one of the chairs at the table, shifting it closer to grant’s head.

once octavia was situated her fingers went back to gently stroking his hair while her other hand carefully took hold of his, brows furrowing at his broken attempt at an apology. perhaps it’s meant for the fire that nick yelled about but honestly, looking at the state of grant, octavia hardly cared. to hell with the bar, the gang, the whole damn place. all she cared about right now was him. “shhh, just try to relax, we’re going to get you out of here, okay? get you home and healing. we’ll fix this.” she promised despite the helpless feeling in her core. was this what it felt like for grant when he’d been called to the clubhouse after her assault? what a dreadful feeling unable to do anything to ease his suffering. an overwhelming confession bubbled up in her throat. a desire to express that she loves him, no matter what he’s done or how this evening has transpired but it feels too much like theirs. something that should be private without hunter near. “i’m not going anywhere, grant.” octavia said firmly, “but hey, if you wanted alone time with me, there are so many other ways we could’ve gone about this.” she added with a lighthearted tease.

[smallestapplin]

Catboy submas twins? How you adopted them and they intentionally became your spouses

Gonna do the adopting part separately

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🔲Ingo🔲

- you were coming back from a long day of work. But you needed to make a stop to finish typing a report, so you stopped at a cat hybrid café.

- You ordered a coffee and sat down to do your work.

- Cat hybrids walked around doing whatever they felt like some chatting, laying on, and playing with customers or with others. Adorable as they are you continue working.

- But even though he didn’t have to, when your name was called for your coffee a sweet hybrid got it and brought it to you.

- “Oh you didn’t have to, but thank you.”

- “You seemed like you were working hard, it’s the least I could do ease the load.”

- While his voice is loud, he spoke in a clear and calm voice. His silver cat ears are relaxed and his matching tail sways lazily.

- “You can sit down if you’d like, I’m just finishing up a report before I head home.”

- You both introduced yourself before he started asking what you did for work. You laughed once he perked up at the sound of the train station near by.

- The sweet catman asked you a thousand different questions about it before you chuckled.

- “What? Do you want to be the unofficial mascot for my station?”

- Ingo’s face turns pink but you continue.

- “I always could get a special outfit made.”

- He didn’t want to express how happy the sound of that makes him, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

- You hummed “do you want to come home with me?”

- You nearly choke on your drink laughing when he bolts up and asks for his adoption papers. You were right behind him after you finished you work.

- And even though he has relaxed quite a bit around you, he is still just as sweet and polite.

- But from his side of things you’re in an unconventional mating bond.

- He gets groceries, cleans the house, cooks meals, even teaches himself new recipes and even how to cook for a human!

- He even goes to the station with you in his new uniform. He learns quickly too, he helps lost passengers and makes sure everyone is following the rules.

- When you first got him the outfit made it never came off. But now he actually does change from it to more casual clothes.

- You find it odd he calls you his mate, but he’s an odd hybrid, so you let it slide.

- He tags along in anything you do, walks, shopping trips, work, etc, he just loves being with you.

- Yeah he can do things alone but you’re his mate, and he loves spending time with you.

- You buy him so many things to keep him entertained or that he wants. It’s only natural he try to show you he cares.

- Aside from being your househusband, he tries to groom you, but you giggle at his rough tongue and try to move away.

- “You won’t get clean if you don’t stay still.”

- “Ingo I’m fine! I took a bath this morning I’m clean.”

- He still tries.

- He also likes cuddling you. Sure he has his own bed and bedroom, but it doesn’t have you in it, so move over he’s joining you.

- Please don’t even come home smelling like another hybrid.

- Let’s say he stayed home while you went to work, and you gave a few head pats to a stray hybrid.

- The second you walk through the front door and see his excited face morph into one of heartbreak.

- Please comfort him, he’s crying.

- He assuming you don’t love him anymore.

- “I didn’t mean to upset you my sweet boy.”

- He’s not moving his face from under the covers.

- “Come on, where’s my mates pretty face?”

- Ok now he is, he just peeks out while you coo at him “there’s his handsome face.”

- All is forgiven just please don’t do that again.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- you probably found this chaotic man on the streets.

- You know there are a few strays around your neighborhood but you didn’t expect to bring any home.

- But walking back home from the store you saw him curled into a ball looking injured. So you went over and asked if he was alright, but he didn’t respond, but he did lift his head up to look at you.

- “I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to patch you up, we don’t want that getting infected.”

- With a suspicious glance he follows. You patched him up and sent him on his way.

- Only he kept coming back. You’d find him on your porch or meowing loudly to be let in.

- Emmet quickly goes from stray cat to indoor cat(a little bit of out door but he comes home within hours.)

- “Emmet, take that outside!”

- “But mate I got it for you.” He pouts.

- “Emmet you take that dead rabbit out of my house-“

- He just wants to show you how to hunt and to feed you, he doesn’t understand why you don’t like it.

- Does adopt the househusband way of life but still goes for walks cause he has a lot of energy to spare.

- Never sleeps in his own bed, not even once. He wants to cuddle you and kiss you so that’s what he is going to do.

- Attached to your hip, there is no escape.

- Cries to be let in when you’re in the bath.

- He can hardly stand you leaving for work, but you’re in the house! That’s his time with you!

- Is a guard cat. Someone broke in once and the paramedics cringed at the sight.

- If you ever come home smelling like another hybrid he hisses at you and glares pretty heavily.

- “Emmet I’m sorry, my friend that I went to visit has a hybrid.”

- “No! You dare smell like another!? Jail! Jail for mate!”

- “Emmy please, I’m sorry.”

- You have to throw yourself at him and hug him and kiss him to forgive you.

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🔲Ingo&Emmet🔳

- Two body guards. These cat hybrids are fiercely loyal and clingy.

- While it took them a while (mainly Emmet) to get use to sharing your love and attention, they work well together.

- Too well.

- You get stuck between them a lot. They want you safe and what better way than having someone on either side of you.

- Same goes for sleep, you’ll be stuck in the center of the bed and their arms locked around you.

- Ingo doesn’t have nearly as much energy as Emmet. So you often come home to Emmet bouncing off the walls and Ingo sitting on the couch unamused.

- You’re constantly being showered in affection and getting the slow blinks.

- They love their mate and want you to know they love and appreciate you.

- In their eyes you didn’t adopt them, they just bonded to you and made you their mate.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || Didn’t Know That You Were Pregnant [Request]

CHAN:

It was supposed to be a relaxing day out with the rest of the boys, going for a walk around the Han River and taking photographs with Hyunjin but your stomach was beginning to cramp and you were having back pains. 

"Maybe you should sit down," Minho said as he noticed how slow you were walking behind them, panting out of breath you walked over to some of the benches beside a fence and sat down. 

"Here," Felix called out as he rushed to your side and gave you a bottle of water, Chan glanced over at you smiling weakly as he noticed how sick you looked. The fact that you'd been sick for most of the week was starting to worry him but you pushed it aside as nothing more than a sickness bug that would pass sooner or later.

"Maybe we should call it a day, you look worse than you did yesterday," Jisung said in a worried tone he didn't mean for it to sound mean but he was worried about you, as were the other boys. Jisung's eyes kept looking between you and Chan as he walked over to your side but you let out a yelp in pain, at first, you thought you'd dropped the bottle of water that Felix had handed to you but then you felt pain radiate up your back and around your abdomen,

"Gross, Y/n needs to control her bladder." Minho laughed as he saw the pool of fluid by your feet and assumed you had wet yourself but that was when Chan's face ran pale and he began to calculate in his head. 

"I-I think my water broke," You mumbled as you looked over at Chan, he was piecing everything together over the last nine months, you'd gained weight, you'd been suck more often not to mention the weird cravings you'd been getting. 

"Holy shit." You yelled out as you struggled to get up from the bench, holding onto your stomach where there was barely even a bump. 

"I'm going to be an uncle?!" Jeongin screamed out loudly enough that the lady that was working the hot chocolate stand looked up to see what the fuss was about. Chan took your hand in his, walking with you towards the car so they could get you to a hospital but all of the boys were freaking out more than the two of you, yelling about how they weren't prepared and nothing was ready since you had no idea you were pregnant. 

MINHO:

You always thought those who claimed not to know that they were pregnant were being dramatic but now you knew first hand that they weren't. Sitting on the maternity ward with your sleeping daughter in your arms while Minho sat beside you on the bed just watching her sleeping. You had been home when you felt a bad pain spreading over your body, you figured it was nothing until it got to the point you couldn't focus on anything but the pain and headed to the doctor. 

"I can't believe you created another human." Changbin muttered as he walked into the room with a look of surprise on his face,

"Neither can we," You laughed as you laid your head on Minho's shoulder still remembering the look of shock on his face he had when you told him that you were going to have a baby. It was as if someone had drained all the colour out of him and for a few moments you thought he was going to pass out but he took it well and spent hours shopping for everything you were going to need online and having it delivered to your apartment that you shared together.

CHANGBIN:

"Where have you been I've been calling all day?!" You yelled out as you stood in the doorway of one of the studios, Changbin was chilling with Jisung and Chan while he claimed he was working. 

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" You groaned at his nagging questioning and looked down at your stomach, the bump was starting to bother you but you put that down to weight loss until about an hour ago when you felt something move inside of you followed by a gushing of water to your feet. 

"I'm in labour, so if you answered your phone I wouldn't have had to drive all the way here instead of a hospital," All three of the boys started to laugh with one another thinking it was some kind of prank but as soon as Changbin saw the seriousness on your face his smile fell to the floor. 

"You're really-"

"Yes."

"And I'm going to be dad-"

"Not if you don't get me to a fucking doctor!" You yelled out as another contraction hit you, bending over in pain as you tried not to fall to the floor in a puddle of tears from the pain that you were experiencing. 

HYUNJIN:

"Besides a little weight gain, there had been no other indication that you could have been pregnant?" A nurse asked as she looked at you at Hyunjin, the two of you had been surprised by home birth. You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to use the toilet only to realise you weren't in need of the toilet but a doctor. The two of you ended up delivering your daughter on the bathroom floor over the phone to nurses and an ambulance team that had been stuck on the roads. 

"No, I didn't even know I could. I was on the pill and we were using condoms." You mumbled as you glanced down at your sleeping daughter who was strong considering you hadn't been taking prenatal care or going for regular checkups, it was a miracle she was delivered as well as she was and as healthy as she was. 

"Well, the hospital will provide you with a crib and some emergency supplies but you will need to do some shopping soon." She began writing everything up that you would need, Hyunjin was already so taken with your daughter he could hardly take his eyes off her.

JISUNG:

As soon as the water hit the ground you knew you hadn't accidentally wet yourself and Chan knew from the look of it that it wasn't piss that had come out of you. 

"Y/n!?" Jisung yelled out as panic washed over his face, he was sweating as he rushed over to you, sitting you down on the sofa in the dorms as he began yelling out for someone to call an ambulance. 

"Relax, she's in labour," Chan said calmly as he watched the two of you but that did nothing to settle you, both you and Jisung turned to him with wide eyes, 

"I'M PREGNANT?!"

"SHE'S PREGNANT!?" You screamed out together as the boys around you began to laugh, Chan shook his head at you before looking around. 

"Felix call an ambulance, Seungmin get a blanket and Minho pack up some clothes for Y/n." The whole time Chan barked out orders Jisung was doing his best to coach you through the pain, giving you breathing techniques he'd seen in all of the movies and TV shows where people were giving birth.

"We're going to be parents." He whispered over and over again as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true and it wasn't some kind of dream that he seemed to be having. 

FELIX:

Felix brought you to the hospital as soon as you said that you were in so much pain you couldn't get out of bed, doctors were running tests on you while you sat in a hospital bed crying into a pillow. 

"Mr Lee, Miss Y/l/n?" You glanced over at the door to see a set of doctors all rushing around outside the door, getting something ready while another came to speak to you. 

"It appears that you're pregnant, in fact, you're currently in labour." You started laughing at the male doctor thinking it was some kind of joke but when you noticed he wasn't laughing you stopped and sat up in the bed. 

"I'm what?" Felix's hand wrapped around yours as he tightly squeezed your hand, come to think of it there was a high possibility that you were pregnant but the two of you had been careful and used protection all of the time. 

"I would assume this is a shock but we need to check to see how far along you are in your contractions," A female doctor came into the room and began introducing herself while you and Felix stared at one another dumbfounded about how this could have happened and when. 

"Would you like to stay in the room?" The mid-wife asked Felix who turned to leave but you gripped onto his shirt pulling him closer to the bed, 

"We're in this together, don't even think about walking out of that door." You warned him as the doctor began to see if you were ready to push or not, 

"Almost there, I would say another hour or two at the most," She smiled looking up at you both as you worriedly looked at one another how you were going to break the news to everyone since you had no idea you had been pregnant in the first place.

"I need to call my mum," Felix stuttered as he looked at you, you nodded your head looking around for your phone. 

"I need to tell my family." You bit down on your lip not knowing if you were excited, worried or scared or if it was a mixture of all of those emotions at once. 

"I would make some arrangements quickly," The doctor teased before leaving the room, you turned to Felix wondering where to start with the conversation.

SEUNGMIN:

"I'm telling you that there is nothing wrong with me, I just feel sick." You grumbled to Seungmin who was pacing around the room a nurse had placed you in, he'd insisting on taking you to see someone as soon as you started to feel sick and dizzy that morning and now you had been waiting around for hours. 

"The tests have all finally came back, we wanted to make sure it was 100% positive before we came in here," The same nurse that had admitted you explained as she held a clipboard to her chest with a worried expression on her face, 

"When you came in we asked if there was a chance of pregnancy and you said no-"

"Because there isn't, I'm on the pill and we use protection," You told her as she continued to give you a worried look, that was when she began showing you all of the tests that they had done to prove to you that you were eight months pregnant and in early labour which was why you were sick and in so much pain. 

"I-I'm pregnant?" You stuttered out staring from the charts to her face as Seungmin sat down on the chair beside your bed, 

"But we were careful," He mumbled as he looked at you, 

"Not all contraceptives are 100% effective, some are just 99.9% you're the lucky, 00.01% That gets pregnant," You knew she was trying to make you feel better but it only made it worse as you thought about how the baby had nothing waiting at home for them when you eventually got home. 

"I'll get the boys, they'll become builders for the day." Seungmin mumbled as he began to call Chan on his phone frantically. 

JEONGIN:

Jeongin laughed down the phone when you told him you were sitting on the maternity ward of a hospital delivering his baby but as soon as he didn't hear you laughing a chill ran through him.

"You're joking right?" You groaned at him through the phone, rolling your head back against the bed as another contraction hit you making you scream out louder than the rest before it.

"Why would I joke about pushing a watermelon out of something the size of a pea!?" You yelled out down the phone to him while the midwife flinched from beside you wondering how you had been clueless about the pregnancy in the first place. It wasn't as though you were trying to get pregnant you were only together for two years, he was still young and how was JYP going to react to him getting a son or a daughter. 

"Please come to the hospital innie, I'm scared," Your voice cracked as you began to cry but Jeongin was already on the way, getting Minho to drive him as fast as he could so he could be by your side by the time his son or daughter came into the world.

Tagline: @taestannie​ @acciocriativity​ @mwitsmejk​ @minholuvs​ @sw33tnight​ @kneel-begyourpardon​

[rin-itoshi]

mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

[rinzler-smoocher]

There was no need to read between the lines.

Flint and Tron had long ago forgone hiding anything from one another, so there was no subtext needed here. Flint had all too easily read through Tron's mismatched gaze and understood with perfect clarity the pain his reappearance in the Grid brought with all his love and misery, tied into one.

"You need to go back," Tron said again, his voice cracking, now unable to stop his guard from crumbling down when he was wrapped back in Flint's warm embrace. I love you, I've missed you, please, I need you. "This isn't the old Grid. It isn't home anymore. This place has become a living hell - your world is safer than anything I could ever provide for you."

Flint squeezed onto the program, having missed the way how Tron's strong form could fit so perfectly against his own body and that delightful, electric feeling that zinged through his veins whenever Tron and he were close to one another. The bond between user and program - he assumed it had to have been - was welcoming and loving more than anything he had ever known.

Without a doubt, here and now, Flint was home.

"Screw this awful place! It's you. You're my home, Tron. I can't and I won't leave you," Flint stated, his voice sure and serious as he allowed Tron to melt in his embrace. "I'm here to stay. We'll figure this out."

Tron sighed, his voice trembling as Flint's hand gently caressed around the injury of his damaged cheek, carefully keeping away from the jagged pixels of flesh left hanging on to dear life around the scar's edge. Flint's eyes watered traitorously as he realized just how badly his other half was hurting. Tron could take the very worst hits that would flatten a lesser program, and he could brush them off with ease. So, for Tron to be in such pain, it was only too clear how terribly he was suffering in his current condition.

"Flint, I'm not... I'm not worth saving anymore," Tron relented. His voice was harsh as he allowed himself to stop being the mythical hero everyone needed him to be for once. "Forget me and get out while you still can. There are so many innocent programs still out there that need help, and I'll be derezzed to pieces protecting them if that's what it takes."

"Tron, no, I would never leave you like this." Flint fought back from allowing himself to crumble inside, especially when he needed to be stronger than ever for his beloved other half. "Don't even worry about me. You've looked out for me and protected me through so much. It's high time I get to return the favor and take care of you, and we help the Grid and all these innocent programs together. And, God help me, if I ever cross paths with Clu or Dyson, they'll live to regret everything they've done to you."

Tron shifted, pulling himself upright and out of Flint's hold, smiling sadly as he regarded his sweet user.

"I've missed your fire so much. There's no stopping you, even if I could try, huh?"

"You know it," Flint chuckled, lovingly brushing the stray hair out of Tron's face, away from obscuring his unseeing eye. "Anyway, Clu knows I'm here. There's no hiding it. He'll be coming after me eventually. In the meantime, I'm going to help you - there's no arguing against me there."

Tron pulled Flint into another tight, needy hug. The user tucked his face into the crook of his program's neck, smiling uncontrollably as his eyes blurred over in happy tears. Tron could barely hold back a smile, burrying his nose into Flint's bright hair. He sighed before breathing in that delectable clean scent he was certain he'd never experience again.

...

Beck did his best to not listen and to not let his eyes stray to his mentor and the user, but he couldn't help when he returned from his training sim and walked in the room to see Tron looking more fragile than ever, with the user pressed to his side and guiding the broken hero back to his healing chamber.

Beck ran over to help at once and tucked himself under Tron's opposite side, taking some of his weight off of Flint's shoulders.

"Thank you," Tron winced, still clearly having a hard time reverting to the cold, hard exterior Beck had become so familiar with. "I don't know what I'd do without this foolish beta helping me all this time."

Flint smiled over to Beck from the other side of Tron's chest. "He's a great kid, I can already see that."

Beck smirked. Though appearances could be deceiving, the user looked to be about his own age. But, right now, seeing how tightly knit the bond between the program and his user was, it made Beck feel a bit like a child staring up at his parents.

The two carefully hoisted Tron into his chamber, but before he could be pulled under the warm light, the hero program scrambled to take ahold of Flint's hand.

"Flint, wait!" He groaned with effort, pulling himself out of the glinting curtain of light that would stop his own programming from tearing at the seams.

The user drew closer to Tron, gently resting his own hand on top of Tron's, fully at attention for his program. "Yeah?"

"Please," Tron huffed out a weak laugh. "As much as it hurts me to see you here, please don't leave me. Not just yet. There's so much I still need to tell you."

Beck watched on, his eyes wide in awe as Flint lifted Tron's hand and pressed a tender kiss to the top of his mentor's knuckles. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll see you when you're back on your feet and we'll talk then."

"Do you promise?" Tron smiled, wincing in sore, terrible pain as he drew Flint's hand up to his face so he could return the favor and lay a gentle kiss on the crest of Flint's knuckles, too.

"I promise," Flint responded at once. He pulled Tron into one last tight hug. Beck turned away, unsure if it was right for him to watch this exchange between user and program.

Before he knew it, Tron was already deep at rest in the chamber again, his code temporarily halted in progress from being shredded to pieces. Flint stood just outside of it, staring in at his hero in heartbroken misery.

"Are you ok?" Beck asked, slowly approaching the user from the side.

"I will be." Flint rubbed at his eyes before stepping away and walking to stare out of the massive windows surrounding the room. "We all will be," he said, this time with far more conviction in his words now that he was away from Tron and seeing the terrible shape he was in.

"And you're," Beck swallowed nervously, trying to find the best way to broach the topic at hand. "You're really staying here? By choice?"

"I am. Besides, I -," Flint said, his tone lower than usual, as he was unsure of how much Tron would be able to hear even while deep at sleep in his healing chamber. "I don't think I can go back to my world, even if I wanted to."

"Why not?" Beck asked, watching curiously on while Flint looked back and forth between his program and the bright-eyed beta.

"Because," Flint whispered conspiratorially, leaning in closely to Beck. "I came in through a backdoor I more or less forced open... I didn't plan to return to my awful world and, even if I wanted to, I didn't code it so that I'll be able to activate the doorway to re-open from this side."

Beck blinked back in surprise.

Had this user been so crazy that he intentionally returned here to the Grid with no plans on ever going back to his own world? Beck glanced over to where Tron was nearly wilted over in his frozen state within the chamber. How close could a user and program be that Flint would be willing to do this to himself for Tron?

"You know he isn't going to like that," Beck murmered, rubbing his hand along the back of his head. "Tron's going to be -"

"Pissed? Yeah, that'd be the understatement of the year." Flint huffed out a brusque laugh. "But, it was my choice to do this and come here. There's no going back now. I'm here to stay."

"Wow," Beck let out a breath in surprise. "Leaving your world behind to be here? That's... that's a pretty huge sacrifice to make. Why would you do that to yourself?"

Flint raised an eyebrow at the beta, smirking as he looked down at Beck's chest, eyeing the T icon he wore on his Renegade suit. "Why I would do something so big, like forget myself and put myself aside to help someone else, like the greater good? I wonder if you'd understand."

Beck flushed, his cheeks turning blue as he looked down and realized what Flint had meant. With him having taken up the mantle of the Renegade, there was no debate here. "Right, I guess I really can't argue with that."

"I'm going to help you and we're going to help Tron, but you can't tell him that I'm here to stay." Flint responded, extending his open hand Beck's way. "It's gotta be our secret, ok?"

Flint looked much younger than what Beck had ever assumed Tron's user might appear, but still... Beck couldn't help but appreciate how intense he seemed behind those big brown eyes. He wasn't all talk - just getting to this point at Tron's base and surviving Clu's wrath after Flint stumbled directly into a major security point proved that - and he was here to stay. He might've been a brand new ally on Beck's side, but if Tron trusted him this much, Beck was certain he could trust and believe in the user, too.

Beck nodded, smiling determinedly as he took Flint's hand in his own, shaking it sharply. "You've got it - I'm on your side."

Ok, thinking now abouttttt if somehow Flint broke back into the Grid and interacted with Uprising Tron & like. How that would even go down...

Uprising!Tron is so absolutely intense & like he has attempted to turn off his emotions & he acts cold and harsh since the terrible reality of his existence in Clu's Grid is his life.

Adding in Flint among all of that... like, how would that even go??

Tron would likely be upset and distraught for Flint being added into the fray, but how else while he's already damaged goods be able to protect another he loves without risking derezzing for his own user?

Would he even be happy to see Flint? Is he capable of doing so when in such a poor mental headpace??? Would he be able to even allow himself to advance in his affections for his user?

I dunno I dunno I dunno...

[louisrarepairfest]

LOUIS RARE PAIR FEST 2023

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[Submit a prompt you'd like to read here!]

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(A) Louis/Character B are uni roommates

(B) Louis/Greg James - Louis takes Clifford to a secluded park and lets him run free for a few hours. A few weeks into going to a park, a friendly dog (Barney) Louis assumes is a stray comes over by him with a stick in his mouth and Louis plays fetch. This becomes a Thing every time. Louis notices Clifford has been gaining weight and can’t figure out why. One day, Clifford doesn’t come back like he usually does. Louis goes looking for him with (Barney) trailing on his heels. He’s just about to give up when (Barney) sprints away and Louis can’t stand the thought of losing two dogs in one day so he runs after him. Cut to…Louis finding a very tall, very handsome man, very excitedly welcoming Barney back with Clifford barely looking up from the almost gone bucket of dog food said very (very) handsome man clearly brought to the park. Confusion ensues since each thinks the other’s dog was a stray. Wild accusations from Louis about Greg making Clifford fat, jokes from Greg about how Barney has taken up finding perfect sticks and running away with his best one. They fall in love and become one big happy family.

( C ) Louis/Character B are musicians vying for the role of band leader at their former high school. They went there at the same time and were rivals then too, though for a totally different reason: they both had secret crushes on one another. When I've of them learns this, it changes everything.

(D) Girl direction! Louis/Character B are star athletes on the college (you choose the) sport team. They're both on the butch side, and it takes them a while to figure out that they're into one another and don't need to femme it up to get the other to like them.

(E) Omegaverse: Alpha Louis has never questioned who he is, a strong Alpha loving Alpha who defies stereotypes. When he meets character B, a beta, he certainly doesn't expect to fall for him (and hard)

(F) Famous Louis returns to his home town for his sister's wedding. When he sees his non-famous ex-boyfriend at the first wedding event of the weekend, sparks fly. Cue a whirlwind romance and a lot of big decisions about what they're both willing to do for love.

(G) Louis is a werewolf who's gotten good at hiding his nature in order to make a quiet life for himself in a small town. Character B is the vampire whose arrival coincides with a couple of murders that threaten his peaceful existence. When it becomes clear that B isn't behind the murders, he and Louis team up to find the real culprit (and maybe accidently fall in love along the way).

(H) Louis/Liam - Bros who get married for insurance purposes and then decide divorce isn’t worth the hassle.

(i) Louis/Charlie Lightening…no plot but sex on the ping pong table. Obviously. 

(J) Louis and his bandmates/opening band let off some steam by having a circle jerk. It might turn into more for some of them.

(K) Girl direction! Louis and character B are star athletes on the college (you choose the) sport team. They're both on the butch side, and it takes them a while to figure out that they're into one another and don't need to femme it up to get the other to like them.

(L) M/M Louis and Taylor Swift are rival quarterbacks for their town's 2 high school teams. Nobody knows that they've been secretly dating since sharing a NYE kiss. 

(M) Louis/Liam - everyone thinks Louis and Harry are together but it’s actually Louis and Liam

(N) Lilo hot water maintenance au based on this tumblr post

(O) Lilo Robin Hood AU

(P) Lilo Howl’s Moving Castle au

(Q) Louis and either Charlie or Nick from Heartstopper (the Netflixshow), friendship fic. Would love Louis either helping Nick through his sexuality crisis or Louis being there for Charlie through the events of the first season

(R) Omegaverse: Louis is about to turn 25 without having presented. As he debates undergoing the risky process to force a presentation, he meets Character B who helps him realize he doesn't necessarily have to "present" to be the alpha he know he is. (Omegaverse but make it trans and powerful!!)

(S) Person A falls in love with his gym bro, Louis based on this post

(T) Louis plays on the uni football team and Liam is on the athletics team. they pass each other to and from training all the time. cue attraction. they are or become friends and are secretly pining for a while before they eventually start dating

(U) Edwardian era Lilo au where they’re both working class. maybe one is a servant and one is a shop assistant, or both servants.

(V) Louis and David Dawson bond over their time with Harry

(W) Louis/Oscar Isaac- edwardian AU where Oscar is a poet and Louis is his muse

(X) Louis/Pedro Pascal AU where Louis is exploring in the arctic and needs a guide

(Y) Louis/Pedro Pascal Gladiator AU

(Z) Michael B. Jordan as a boxer and nurse Louis

(AA) Louis/Sebastian Stan arranged marriage royalty AU. Louis is betrothed to King Sebastian Stan, a widower with two kids who aren't to keen of the King's fiancé.

(BB) Louis/Sam Claflin - something based on the interview where Sam says Louis follows him on Twitter and that they've had a conversation but he doesn't want to get into it.

(CC) 27 dresses take off where Niall is always the best man, never the husband, and Louis is the snarky reporter.

(DD) Zouiam, uni AU - Zayn meets Liam at the library and falls halfway in love during a single conversation. It’s a fairy tale, only back home is Louis - his FWB, the most important person in Zayn’s life, and someone who doesn’t take well to losing out on attention. Louis' a bit put out when he meets Liam at football practice and this annoying, bossy, fit as all hell guy slides right in under all his defences. It could be the start of a beautiful term of fighting and fucking, only back home is Zayn. Zayn not only needs Louis - he’d become a full-time hermit otherwise - but it’s damn convenient having sex on tap right there in his own flat. And, oh yeah, Zayn’s like, his reflection or his shadow or his other half or something. Liam’s quite confused by having two drop dead gorgeous guys alternately sending him go signals, then just as quickly, stop. He figures if either of them settle on go, he’ll be batting a thousand. Then he realises they know each other. Biblically.

(EE) Louis is an actor in a murder mystery troupe. Character B (maybe Nick Grimshaw...?) is the audience member who’s clearly too cool for all this but giving joining in his best shot anyway. Louis is distracted by him all night, and then after the denouement they meet in the bar.

(FF) Louis/Greg James - Louis won’t stop whanging on about not getting to do the breakfast show with his new album, and character X (maybe Niall, or Oli?) eventually realises it's less career-related jealousy and more about who sits behind the mic. He hatches a matchmaking plan.

(GG) Louis/Zayn/Liam - something soft, canon and present day. Maybe Louis comes home to them after being away on tour. Lots of domesticity.

(HH) Character B joins local amateur dramatics society and suddenly Louis is no longer a shoo-in for every lead role. Cue the drama!

(ii) AU. Preschool teacher Louis / Boxer Sebastian Stan

(JJ) Yellowjackets AU! Girl direction, any pairing from the show, cutting from 1996 to present.

(KK) Louis/Cillian Murphy - 1970s criminal au (preferably with Louis as the criminal), based on this photo: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FvyDkCnWAAk1UwS?format=jpg&name=4096x4096