#everyone's expressions are indeed priceless

[princessanonymous]

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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First Chapter

10. 𝓐 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓐𝓰𝓸

She looked down. "Where are we going?" She repeated, desperate to change the subject.

He let go of her hand and reached into his coat to pull out two tickets that he handed her. After studying the writing on the tickets, (Y/n) looked up with a curious expression. "An art exhibition?"

He acquiesced with evident delight. "Indeed," he confirmed. "If fate is on our side, we might even be able to acquire some of the masterpieces on display."

She hummed in response, her interest not overly piqued, yet not repulsed by the prospect of the outing either. As they got off the carriage, the duke opened a sleek black umbrella as they walked the streets of London, a stark contrast against the backdrop of the setting sun casting an orange hue across the horizon.

"Aren't you protected by your ring?" she asked under her breath as she observed the scenery.

Passersby, less fortunate people, were looking at them with interest. There was something so striking about that. Here she was, dressed in lavish garments fit for royalty when all her life, she had simply been a peasant girl. Months ago, (Y/n) would have walked the same streets without anyone batting an eye.

"I am," he replied, revealing his adorned ring with a subtle flourish. "But the feeling of its rays against my skin is still unpleasant."

As they entered a grand beige building in the city, the duke gracefully presented their tickets to the attendant at the door. A quick survey of the room revealed a vast exhibition hall, bustling with people. They were all aristocrats, but as she observed everyone's mannerisms, (Y/n) became fairly certain that these men and women in elegant clothes were human.

A hopeful smile graced her face as her heart quickened its pace. This could be her chance to escape. Perhaps, she could scream for help. Yes, (Y/n) would scream for help at the top of her lungs and surely someone would come save her.

"He—" Before she could utter a sound, a hand was placed firmly over her mouth, stifling any attempt to scream. Panic surged within her, eyes widening with fear as the reality of her situation.

As she excitedly explored her first art exhibition, some onlookers shot her peculiar glances, but they refrained from commenting. In a gentle voice, the vampire remarked, "I understand this is your first art exhibition, but there is no need to express your excitement so loudly, dear." Speaking audibly for those nearby, he then leaned in, his lips nearly brushing her ear, and whispered, "There are about thirty humans here, most inexperienced in combat. I'd venture to say the odds are in my favor. Care to take the risk, my daughter? It could be an amusing game, though I'd hate to stain the exquisite art on display."

He paused before adding, "This is your second warning today, doll."

The air seemed to constrict as the weight of the vampire's words settled in, an unspoken tension lingering in the space between them. (Y/n) felt the chill that accompanied the subtle shift in atmosphere, a reminder of the power the vampire possessed. She tensed up at the second threat he had given her today and the vampire's hand retreated. (Y/n) bit back a snide remark, knowing retorting wasn't a good idea now.

Realizing she had no way of winning this time, the human continued on with the vampire who navigated the place, marveling at the paintings, drawings, and sculptures. The vampire occasionally lingered, absorbing the descriptions offered with an air of discerning appreciation.

Much to his dismay, most of them weren't for sales, still, the nobleman often tried to bargain and offer astronomical amounts of money for simple art pieces. (Y/n) huffed. With such wealth, her family could lead a life of comfort for generations. If they were still alive, she reminded herself bitterly.

"So much money," she commented in a hushed tone, her eyes flickering over the priceless pieces. "Is there some secret rule stating that vampires must be super wealthy?"

He laughed at that and shook his head. "No, but I would argue that any of us who isn't, simply is dimwitted," he admitted with a confident smile. "After all..."

He trailed off, seemingly having noticed something important. (Y/n) followed his gaze until it landed on a tableau—an inconspicuous painting, beautiful yet seemingly no different from the others. It depicted an old man, almost god-like with wings, holding a child's wings and attempting to remove them with a scythe. A grim sight, indeed, but it still didn't explain the vampire's peculiar interest.

"Saturn Clipping the Wings of Cupid," he whispered wistfully what appeared to be the name of the tableau.

"You got it right, good sir," announced the man next to the painting proudly. "From the late Ivan Akimov himself. The original."

The vampire hummed as he arched a sly brow. "Oh, is it really? " he asked with a look of interest.

The enthusiastic salesman nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes," he assured. "Only for 30 pounds*."

(Y/n), bug-eyed, stared at the price tag. It was expensive—too expensive for her comprehension. Her incredulity deepened when she witnessed the duke pull out his checkbook, seemingly unfazed by the ridiculous large sum.

"30 pounds for the original one does sound reasonable," the duke commented and the salesman smiled at that. However, the vampire's demeanor shifted as he paused and sneered, his tone cutting through the air. "But, a fake is worth nothing."

The salesman's face flushed a deep shade of red. "Are you insinuating that this is a fake?"

"Oh no, I am not insinuating anything," the vampire chuckled, shaking his head. But the humor dissipated rapidly, and his expression turned sour. "I am saying that people like you shouldn't dare enter these places to try to swindle money with mediocre copies."

Whispers and snide comments rippled through the bystanders as they watched the confrontation unfold. The salesman, now sweating bullets, struggled to maintain composure amid the growing anger. The salesman, now faced with the exposure of his deception, stammered incoherently, attempting to salvage what remained of his credibility. The onlookers, once drawn to the allure of the artwork, now regarded it with a newfound skepticism.

The vampire stepped forward, approaching the portrait to scrutinize it closely. (Y/n) just watched like all the others. "The scythe is too small," he critiqued, crossing his arms with an air of authority. "The beard isn't quite the right shade of grey, and any connoisseur of the arts of the era would notice the muscles aren't defined enough. This is a pathetic imitation."

The salesman practically leaped in rage towards the duke, his face contorted with fury. Yet, the vampire, possessing a supernatural grace and speed, effortlessly sidestepped the attack. The mansion's guards were summoned to intervene, ensuring that the confrontation didn't spiral into chaos.

The charlatan, now surrounded by vigilant guards in imposing uniforms, found himself escorted out of the grand estate. The vampire sent him one last disgusted glance. As the guards guided the disgraced salesman away, the vampire turned to face the onlookers, his demeanor shifting effortlessly. With a practiced charm, he sent a captivating smile to those who had witnessed the unraveling drama. It was as if he had performed a well-rehearsed act.

As the noblemen and women continued to admire the vampire aristocrat with fascination, (Y/n) couldn't suppress the twist of disgust within her. If only they knew what he truly was, their admiration would turn to fear and horror. All vampires were nothing more than monsters cloaked in a convincing human disguise, a disguise that concealed the horrifying nature that lurked beneath. His charismatic smile, the graceful movements, and the impeccable manners were a well crafted mask.

They left the grand estate shortly after the vampire had acquired something to his liking - an authentic tableau this time - for 40 pounds. The carriage passed through the evening landscape as they left the city and a chance for her to flee.

As they left in the carriage, (Y/n) couldn't help but voice a question she had. "You really remembered so many details about a specific painting?" she inquired.

He smiled, a reminiscing glint in his eyes. "Of course, I was there with Akimov at the time he was making it. It was around fifty years ago, I believe," he replied.

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*30 pounds at that time = 3651,90 pounds today = 4652,52 US Dollars

£1 in mid victorian era would cost £121.73 today according to what I've read. Don't quote me on that though. XD

Also, here is the painting mentioned.

[straightouttheslendermansionn]

𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙪𝙮𝙨 <3

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Tighnari, Cyno, Alhaitham, Kaveh

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Playing Genius Invokation TCG with the bois, but with a silly little twist. Best part is, the stakes are raised. Not only do you have to remove a piece of clothing every time you lose, but you offer yourself up as an extra bet! Who are you rooting for?

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: A little suggestive, obvi mentions of alcohol consumption.

ᴀ/ɴ: This was almost entirely inspired from a playlist and artwork I found on YouTube! I loved the idea and so I used it, and I hope you all enjoy it! Link to the playlist is right here!

I also have fuckloads of drafts so I hope you enjoy this one until some other works can be fully written and come out :'D

𝙏𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞

Pretty alright at Genius Invokation, so facing off against probably some of the few people he usually plays with shouldn't be difficult, no? Sure there are more people but who cares?

He found the strip aspect a bit questionable, yet agreed to it because it was intriguing and added an extra challenge.

He and Cyno are targeting each other (and Kaveh) the ENTIRE time. Boyfriend shit.

Tighnari keeps a good amount of clothes on but doesn't have the best poker face. Either his ears say it all or his expressions do.

Now if you were to make silly little teasing noises whenever he has to remove an item, he wouldn't be able to hold back a slightly embarrassed chuckle. His ears flatten and red can't help itself from creeping onto his face.

If it were indeed the case that you were teasing him, this man would target both you AND Cyno and then mock you with his usual snarky attitude when he finds you having to remove piece after piece of clothing.

He's easily able to ignore any and everyone and the suggestiveness of it all, Tighnari is here to have fun, but not necessarily that kind.

Unless you tease him enough. It starts off playful and then starts getting more attractive to him as things continue and a tension forms between you.

If you become too intoxicated, he'll insist on bringing you back home or to wherever he is staying with the intent on taking care of you and that will not waver, he'll just tell you to pipe down and rest if you try to come onto him in this state.

Tighnari drank nothing but herbal tea. He keeps it with him. Almost entirely off-topic headcanon.

He's such a slow-burn romance trope. I swear.

As for those special stakes of yours, he could honestly care less about them and is more focused on taking care of you. Don't get him wrong, he doesn't hate the idea and the connotations within it, but it isn't exactly his highest priority when it comes to you either.

𝘾𝙮𝙣𝙤

Pretty damn good and Genius Invokation, and seeing as he's a huge fanboy, he pulls up with his own commissioned cardbacks.

While looking stone-faced at Kaveh's proposal, he easily agreed to this considerably "high-stakes" round-after-round disaster.

Would keep the straightest face ever throughout the entire thing, with the occasional smirk.

ONLY THING HE LOSES IS HEADDRESS, CYNO DOES NOT FUCK AROUND Y'ALL.

Targets everyone strategically, but can't resist going for you, Tighnari, or Kaveh. Your reactions are priceless.

Of course, nothing with Cyno would be complete if he weren't making his signature jokes every so often. Except it's only partially to make people laugh. He uses it to throw people off and distract them with his humor so they can make stupid moves.

"You know (y/n), you're talking a lot for someone with low HP on your last card-" Cyno, about to use his Cyno card's ult on your last surviving active card.

Even though his face seems so stone cold and focused, his eyes do still wander. He's literally just "nice" and then snaps back into seriousness.

It'd be arguably more appealing to him if you beat him, but it's clear that he's trashing the WHOLE table right now.

"Sorry, can't hear you over my full row of omnidice."

Cyno ALSO doesn't drink during any of this. At all. He is fully cognizant and aware that he is kicking everyone's ass.

He thoroughly enjoys seeing Alhaitham's frustrated expression, hearing Kaveh's whining, and hearing Tighnari sigh in defeat.

He also thoroughly enjoys seeing more skin from you. He tries not to be too cruel toward you, but he must admit that this is very fun for him.

"I know about your little scheme, (y/n). Come with me." - Cyno, about to cuddle the crap outta you. Bro is tired from beating you all.

𝘼𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢

Pretty gud at Genius Invokation even though he barely plays it.

Alhaitham didn't care about the whole strip part because he knew he wouldn't fully have to. Not only that, but he disregarded the idea because its been a while since they all got together like this anyway, so why not?

Only really loses his earphones, I think he probably took off his coat when he sat down just to get comfortable.

He and Cyno are the CEOs of having a poker face.

Knew about your plan before you even had a full-fledged plan, and didn't plan on trying to win to begin with.

Absolutely targets mainly Kaveh. His whining may be annoying but it's funny seeing him act all defeated and dramatic. I cannot stress this enough. He is absolutely WRECKING Kaveh. I mean, everyone is, but especially Alhaitham. It's entirely obvious.

"Oh well, Kaveh. Seems like you lost again. Another piece of your dignity stripped from you." - The voice of a man who just hatecrimed his roommate. Again.

Alhaitham been drinking, watch his attitude amplify. Prepare yourself.

"Come, your move, (y/n)" - Alhaitham, who just downed one of your characters that had full HP with just one move.

Finds the fact that you're self-assured yet keep getting attacked amusing. It's almost like you wanted all of them to see your more intimate form. Almost as if you're not really trying.

Pays no mind to any skin you're showing for the entirety of the game and stays silent most of the time unless he's either drunk or mocking someone knowing he is going to/already has destroyed them.

Uses randomly selected cards and still manages to wreak havoc.

𝙆𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙝

Getting hatecrimed by everyone . He doesn't suck at TCG, but GOD is he getting screwed.

He's the one who initially brought up the strip idea just for fun, but then he was even more motivated when he found that you'd be there.

The drunker Kaveh gets, the more stupid his moves (and his flirting) get.

By the bye, this man is totally WASTED for half the game. His alcohol tolerance is pretty low for someone who regularly enjoys it.

"You're just hatecriming me because I'm a bisexual disaster." "Let's not forget broke." "See? This just proves it."

"Oh (y/n)~, gotta lose a piece of clothing nowww~" he teases after being the one to beat you.

Also happens to be the one getting especially wrecked by everyone at the table and is almost missing half of his clothing. Poor guy.

"Oh no, is Alhaitham finally falling off of his high horse? A shame." "Congratulations, you managed to down ONE of my active characters."

It should be obvious, but lots of roommate-rival banter going on at this table, especially because both of them are drinking.

Kaveh do be glancing at you tho

Tries to insist that Cyno and Alhaitham are cheating, He's wrong, of course, but it's amusing.

If it wasn't obvious by now, Kaveh if the definition of "Talk Shit, Get Hit."

[haggishlyhagging]

“Miriam Kramnick (1978) is one of the few commentators on Wollstonecraft who outlines the nature of the ridicule she was subjected to and the significance of this form of sexual harassment. Wollstonecraft was the recipient of 'barely printable insults', states Kramnick. ‘Her own contemporaries called her a shameless wanton, a "hyena in petticoats", a "philosophizing serpent" or wrote jibing epigrams in the Anti-Jacobin Review, like

For Mary verily would wear the breeches

God help poor silly men for such usurping b…..s

Twentieth-century readers have called her an archetypal castrating female, "God's angry woman", a man hater whose feminist crusade was inspired by nothing more than a hopeless, incurable affliction — penis envy’ (ibid., p. 7).

Even feminists have been careful about associating with her and: ‘The name "Wollstonecraft", once considered synonymous with the destruction of all sacred virtues, disowned by the feminist movement as it marched for votes or pressed for admission to universities, became an obscure reference indeed’ (ibid., p. 8). When women sought to convince men that they were honourable, respectable, and deserving of equal representation in the institutions men had created for themselves, there was little room for Wollstonecraft, who had challenged those institutions and who had gained a ‘reputation.’

Like many of the reviews of Aphra Behn, some of the reviews of Wollstonecraft's work and life, on her death, were vicious. Her work should be read, declared the Historical Magazine (1799), ‘with disgust by any female who has any pretensions to delicacy; with detestation by everyone attached to the interests of religion and morality, and with indignation by anyone who might feel any regard for the unhappy woman, whose frailties should have been buried in oblivion’ (vol. I, p. 34). This was about as far as critics could go in the pre-Freudian days, but once he had made his priceless contribution, the attack on women who did not conform to the precepts dictated by men assumed a new and greater ferocity.

‘Mary Wollstonecraft was an extreme neurotic of a compulsive type,' argue Ferdinand Lundberg and Marynia Farnham (1959) in Modern Woman: The Lost Sex. Out of her illness arose the ideology of feminism, which was to express the feelings of so many women in years to come. Unconsciously ... Mary and the feminists wanted ... to turn on men and injure them.... Underneath her aggressive writings, Mary was a masochist like her mother, as indeed all the leading feminist theorists were in fact.... By behaving as she did Mary indicated.... that she was unconsciously seeking to deprive the male of his power, to castrate him. It came out in her round scolding of men. The feminists have ever since symbolically slain their fathers by verbally consigning all men to perdition as monsters' (pp. 159-61). Really?

With the framework formulated by Freud, it again became easy to ridicule and harass women who developed any analysis of patriarchy, to dismiss them without having to refute their ideas. The scientific dogma took over from the religious dogma which had been seriously discredited (by women like Wollstonecraft) and both these male-decreed belief systems have been used ruthlessly against individual women and against women collectively. In her own day Mary Wollstonecraft was maligned for her moral sickness; with the advent of Freud it was her mental sickness. The principle is the same and it was a principle that Wollstonecraft herself identified and discredited - the principle that if women do not cheerfully confine themselves to the place to which men have relegated them, then there is something wrong with the women rather than the place they are expected to occupy. Mary Wollstonecraft understood that women would continue to be perceived as abnormal while the limited experience of men was treated as the sum total of human experience. One of her main protests was that men did not know how the world looked to women and, while they insisted that it looked no different from the way it looked to men, women were without space to discuss, share and confirm their feelings and ideas. And in this, Wollstonecraft is one of a long line of women who have come to understand the significance of male power to name the world and to say what is and what is not important, valuable, and ‘logical’.”

-Dale Spender, Women of Ideas and What Men Have Done to Them

[fictionalhubbydreamer]

“What are you doing in my bed?”

"That's not your toothbrush, that's mine!" (Reader finds out they've been 'sharing' a toothbrush with a turt for MONTHS)

Lmao! Here we are again and Im just having a blast here!. So now for this feature I'm doing two written pieces. One is reader based in my Bayverse AU, and the other I must use my dorky OC Keiko the Maneki Neko or Lucky cat! In my Rise verse- well um kinda lucky in this case 🤣.

Now everyone remember the turtles are aged up here! No hate and no jealousy etc. Lets have fun!

Enjoy everyone!

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Bayverse AU:

It was a long day for you, the job was just so much more stressful than usual. The one thing you look forward to is your bed. However you had no idea what or who was waiting for you in your bed.

You come home to your quiet apartment, still neat as you left it. Making your usual cup of chamomile tea, you head to your room to read some of your favourite fics. Only there was one problem....RAPHAEL was in YOUR bed."Umm Raph? What are you doing here in my bed?."

He just gives you this mischivious look and gestures you come closer. Oh you did NOT trust him with your tea in your hands, so you placed it on the night stand. Next thing a strong arm sneaked around your waist and all but yanked you into his grip, he had you now in his cuddle grip and once that happens then good luck getting out of that."You need rest Doll, so I'm making sure of that." He all but stated while he was dozing off...well supposedly.

You sigh in defeat and allow him to cuddle you, he seemed to know when you are stressed or not. In a thought, you realised that the past few days you have been working overtime with little to no rest. "Can I at least get showered babe?." All you heard was an amused chuckle as he released you...for now. The only thing you could do was hurry up and get showered and dressed in your yoga pants and oversized shirt. He does not like your over sized shirt and you know it. In seconds you are in his arms again, and he is not letting you go until morning...or afternoon.

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ROTTMNT Universe:

It was morning time and as usual Leo was first up due to Raph been way too tired lately and needing extra sleep. A sleepy Keiko comes in and sighs,"Thats not your toothbrush its mine!."

Leo looks at the toothbrush a second then her, a rather mischivious grin spreading across his face. Then he takes out a brand new pink toothbrush that has not even been opened and hands it to her. The expression on her face was priceless, she realised that indeed she has been sharing his toothbrush unknowingly for MONTHS!.

"LEONARDO HAMATO!."

The chaos that ensued was all but rather amusing, Mikey had to help Leo from been caught and wrestled by Keiko. Oh these two dorks were adorable. Raph and Donnie stood in the doorway watching all this, Raph was just confused as Donnie snickered."Bet $50 Keiko kicks his ass."

Raph looked at Donnie mortified,"DONNIE!....$100 is more worth it."

Lets just say Keiko did end up with Leo in a headlock. Leo learned not to tick her off or embarrass her.

Note from Author:LMAO! Oh man this was epic. Its SFW no worries folks.

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[zoeykallus]

I love you bad Bach one shots can you do one of the bad Bach and how Thay are good farther’s to there chrilden as babies

Happy to read this! :)) Thank you! Sure I can. Such a sweet ask :)

The Bad Batch - Being A Dad HC's x Reader

Hunter

He is a real Dad. Hunter loves being a father. Even though he was a little scared at first not to be up for the challenge, he dives in and quickly feels right at home with being a Dad. He is all you could ever hope for from your baby's father.

Feeding, cradling and cleaning the baby will soon be a beloved routine for him. Whenever he is not on missions he loves to take care of everything. Hunter doesn't want to miss anything. Every little thing he might miss because of working is a real bummer for him. The first smile, the first time the baby grabs something or makes distinct noises or starts to crawl, he want's to experience it all.

He'll ask you tons of questions every time he comes back from a mission. Hunter want's to make sure he really didn't miss anything. The first time your child makes a sound that sounds even remotely like the word "Daddy" makes him cry with joy.

Echo

Much like Hunter, he is a natural at being a Dad. Taking care of the baby is a privilege not a chor or task. Echo is so proud of being a father. It's something he never would have thought would be possible. A family of his own.

It's the first time you hear him humm or sing a song, when he tries to cradle the little one to sleep. Echo is showing the baby around a lot, he want's everyone to see that he is a Dad now and how beautiful his child is.

"Well, look at the mother. It's not a surprise is it?"

Echo is so proud and happy and immensly greatful to have this family with you. It makes him feel whole again, for the first time since the citadel.

Wrecker

He is super careful, because he is so huge and the baby is so super tiny. Wrecker is a little scared at first to hurt the child, but you'll show him that you trust him and that you know he can do this.

"Wrecker you've always been so sweet, caring and careful with me too. With Omega. I know this feels different, but you can do this, I know you can"

And indeed he can and his face when he realizes it is priceless. You've never seen Wrecker happier before. Even though he is huge and his voice is so deep no matter how much he tries to talk sweetly, the baby isn't scared at all. Wrecker is full of love for this little human being, the baby can sense that.

He'll help you with everything, but he will never bath the baby alone. He is just to scared to do something wrong.

Tech

He is proud and prepared and still scared as hell. Tech knows everything there is to know about taking care of the baby, he has everything he needs, even special gadgets he invented himself. Still, he is nervous like hell the first time he changes diapers, feeds and baths the baby.

But this fear will go away fast. As soon as he has a routine, there is this strong feeling, something new.

"I'm a father now. I'm a Dad", he says and looks at you with a solemn expression.

Tech has a family of his own now. The realization is deep and intense. It feels wonderful. He feels content. This is natural and perfect, more than he ever hoped for.

He will always be a loving, caring and protective father. Tech will come up with new gadgets and toys for the baby almost every day.

Crosshair

He is aching. Crosshair is scared down to the bone throughout the whole pregnancy and when the baby is born, he feels desperate. He never planned to become a father. But now it happened. His heart aches because he feels a new kind of love, but he is so afraid of all these new things, feelings and responsibility.

It takes him a good while to overcome this fear and really interact with the child. He needs your help, to believe in himself, to believe that he is capeable of being a good father.

And he actually is. But he needs your help to make a connection with the baby and his fatherly feelings.

As soon as he is overcoming this fear, he'll be a sweet Dad, but overprotective. He wont let any strangers hold the baby or get anywhere near it. Even his brothers have to beg him.

However, he is not very enthusiastic about changing diapers, he tries to avoid it as often as he can. But everything else he does very gladly, feeding, rocking and bathing is no problem at all.

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[thequeenofdarknessblog]

Alucard x female Reader| The Wallachian Rose| Chapter 2

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Indeed, Alucard was a dangerous and complicated being, everyone has witnessed it, but he is also a complex entity of which few know for sure all his past or what goes through his twisted mind. Beyond his sarcasm, ego and that insane feline smile almost no one was aware of the past and great regret that Alucard kept in the depths of his sinful soul.

Therefore, the few present in that room were surprised when they learned that Alucard had a missing vampire wife (except for Integra and Walter, who had been informed of the situation long ago), Seras Victoria's jaw had dropped. shock, his expression was more than memorable.

Looking askance at her master who only had her typical feline smile on his face, she couldn't believe that he had a wife… many thoughts ran through her mind. Integra was sitting at the beginning of the round table which was with her empty seats.

–Miss Integra, don't you require the presence of the other members of the round table to deal with this matter? – asks Walter, the faithful servant of the Hellsing house.

-Not for now, while we look for more information the best thing will be to leave this matter as a rigorously secret investigation - integrates I take out one of his fine tobaccos and I put it between his lips, after taking out the lighter and setting it on fire I take out some papers variable in number and he proceeded to say; – In the nineteenth century, an unknown delegation sent to the European continent a German archaeologist named Johann Gustav Gottlieb Busching who explored some secret catacombs under Versailles in Paris-France finding a curious coffin there – Integra turned on a huge screen thus reflecting several related images to his story. An aged photo of the archaeologist, the gothic catacombs full of cobwebs and dust, and a reddish coffin with beautiful gold decorations along with a huge rose carved in the entire center encrusted with rubies, despite being battered by time, its beauty was subtle and touching.

Alucard, had fixed his eyes on those photographs scattered on the table, placing his gloved hand on the coffin. No one could appreciate the ecstasy and nostalgia reflected in his eyes due to the glasses, but they did hear a deep unconscious sigh escape from inside his ribs.

– I-Impressive! –Exclaims Seras seeing those images.

After Walter rotated the images on the screens he integrated by taking a puff of his continuous tobacco; – this “delegation” had serious problems with the European government who were just as interested in this undoubtedly historic find, and pressured Gustav to move the coffin to Germany but he did not succeed, this! – Integra pulls out a small old book with German writing inside whose content was reflected on the screen – it is Gustav's travel diary, his annotations are interesting and only confirm our suspicions – Integra slips the book into Alucard's hands who hesitantly He opens it while Seras peers curiously.

Integra motions to Walter to proceed to read aloud what was found on those pages through the screen.

• An archaeologist never misses the opportunity to unearth treasures which bring with them great secrets, but I must admit that I am surprised by this particular anonymous hiring. Stepping on France was not in my plans

• The paperwork was suffocating, but it was all worth it when, together with my team, we found those catumbas located under none other than the Versalles. That dazzling abode of nobles.

• We passed concrete corridors adorned with cobwebs and nothing seemed relevant, until we came to a huge door that stood up. Restricting the passage, when I saw her I instantly intuited that behind said door there must be something of great importance.

• And when we opened the door I couldn't believe my eyes, a long and narrow corridor prostrated itself before us, decorated with worn red curtains, several found objects that turned out to be priceless relics together with books in other languages ​​never seen before. But what caught my attention the most was that at the end of the route there was a coffin. Yes, a coffin! It seemed that it belonged to someone extremely important, the material with which they had made it, the details, the intact jewels made it clear. We found several strange symbols and only identified a few in Old Romanian.

• And on top of that there was a portrait mistreated by time, which had the figure of a beautiful woman embodied. Her hair was exaggeratedly long, deep eyes of a strange color, skin as white as snow, and her clothes were those of a distinguished countess. I thought it was the remains of someone belonging to French royalty. Until I read the description in Romanian that said; “Here lies The Rose of Wallachia”…

Alucard closed the book, and a strange silence reigned in the room.

–The writing ends there, the other pages were destroyed. Since that day something happened, and nothing more was heard from Gustav, his team or the agency that hired them. And France was silent until now, they said they had no idea what was under the Versailles. And if there was something inside him, we don't know –Integra put out her cigarette and got up from his seat walking to a window looking through the glass. –Now, never, but never has Hellsing had records of ghoul attacks in France, ever. That always seemed strange to us, until these reports came to us, we have had sightings of ghouls in France but they disappear out of nowhere, as if someone disappeared them. We have been investigating the matter. – His glasses shine and a smile adorns his features, his insinuations were clear and precise –That's where your Alucard comes in – Integra observes the reflection of her servant through the window and after lighting another tobacco she proceeded to say – While Hellsing gets more data and information, you will personally go to Paris to do your personal search – Integra turned with her arms resting on her back –Look for her and bring her, destroying everything that stands in your way. This can make or break Hellsing, so you can't fail, got it? – for the first time the orders were different and significant.

Alucard's lips lifted in a wistful smile.

- Yes, Master - he said in a believable and ecstatic tone

Seras was going to say something but Integra preempted it as if he had guessed what he was going to say.

– Seras, you will stay here. It will serve as training for you - Seras lowered her head nodding somewhat disappointed, she had hoped to see France and perhaps see the happy wife of her master.

Yes, If before going to Brazil Alucard visited France (Ulala?)

Before putting Alucard and his coffin on a plane, Hellsing had to contact France and arrange all the paperwork with the round table. Anyone would think that Integra sent Alucard to fulfill a mission almost blindly, with so little information and nothing specific.

A search that for a normal person would be impossible.

But!

Alucard was neither a nor much less normal person.

And he had his methods to find his beloved rose.

And there was Alucard, prowling the streets of France invaded by the darkness of the night. He was able to infiltrate under the Versailles without any problem, entering the catacombs where his wife's coffin was located.

When he was there, her scent hit him dazed. That smell of roses and cinnamon was unmistakable, I place one of her hands on that coffin that he commanded to build a long time ago for her countess.

– And to think that you were here, probably waiting for me and I locked in that basement… So close but at the same time so far my love – Alucard opened the coffin and ran his hand over the velvet padding.

Another thing that caught Alucard's attention was… the corpses around.

Looks like his little lady fed on his troublemakers.

Which meant that she had already transformed into a true vampire.

Alucard took out a portable phone calling the number to communicate with Integra.

–Identify yourself – ordered the well-known female voice.

—"It's me, my teacher. I have confirmed the location of the coffin —said Alucard

– Perfect, a special squad will pick it up and move it to the Hellsing facility –

- Be careful -

- Yes Yes. Don't worry –

Alucard hung up the phone and left the premises.

What was he supposed to do?

Track her down by her scent?

Or maybe…

From inside his overcoat he took out that ring, he made it up his sleeve.

He reddish gem gleamed with intensity, she was close to her.

"Where are you my beautiful rose?"

And as fate would have it, he received another call.

–Alucard, a ghoul attack is taking place on the southwest side of Paris! She could be there! –

Without thinking twice Alucard went to that place, and without a doubt he could feel her presence, her scent was getting stronger and that ring shone violently. And when he reached the ground a huge reddish gust of wind hit him. An electricity ran through his body.

He had never before felt such a power...

And as he approached past pulverized ghoul bodies he saw her.

She was in front of his eyes.

They were something unreal and idyllic at the same time.

Her rose was there, with her fist piercing the heart of the vampire creator of those ghouls.

It was beautiful to see how the blood began to flow.

Her face was calm and serious, her eyes were two overripe strawberries and the reddish dress that clung to her body made her look infinitely beautiful.

A beauty and power worthy of the queen of the Undead

The queen of him.

It was a matter of time before she became aware of her presence. She turned around throwing the corpse on the ground.

Regal and imposing she prostrated herself before him.

There was no longer a trace of that helpless and shy young girl.

- Who are you? - You said with a cold tone of voice but at the same time sweet as honey.

For Alucard, hearing her voice was totally pleasurable.

With amusement he raised her arms in surrender.

– Calm down little lady –

She was ready to attack, when a wind surrounded them, and it was when Alucard's scent reached her nose that her expression completely changed.

Nostalgia invaded her eyes, her body trembled and bloody tears ran down her beautiful cheeks.

Alucard smiled when he saw how she ran to jump into her arms not caring that she was covered in blood, catching her in her arms she spun her in the air while they both smiled like never before.

And after so, so long. They joined her cold lips in an emotionally charged dance. Euphoria, nostalgia and libido was what he felt while the hands of each one shamelessly caressed the other's body.

After a few minutes and before that kiss ended in a highly erotic scene.

They separated.

—Mon comte bien-aimé, est-ce vous ?—sheb asked with devotion and emotion.

—Si ma bien-aimée Rosa, c'est moi—Asd answered Alucard caressing her face.

But suddenly a strong slap hit her cheek causing her hat and her glasses to fall to the ground.

—Putain de comte fou, comment as-tu osé m'abandonner comme si de rien n'était et ensuite venir m'embrasser et toucher mon corps !—reproach this is a volatile burst of anger and then kiss him again.

"You don't know how much I missed you," she admitted as she snuggled into her chest breathing in her scent.

"Sorry," Alucard apologized after a couple of laughs as he lulled her beloved into her arms like he did years ago.

"With the king and queen in place, the other pieces on the board can begin to sort themselves out."

“I am as ecstatic as you are, Major”

@lunasguard

postscript;

Yes, Johann Gustav existed in real life and was a 19th century archaeologist

And I don't have to say this but Versailles also exists

I thought it was a nice detail to use places and characters from real life instead of inventing weird things xD

[clairecrive]

my request: ok so first of all can this pls be set in the grishaverse and after rule of wolves. now that that's over with could i pls get some headcanons for nikolai x reader (cos i love all ur nikolai fics and hcs) where nikolai has liked the reader for so damn long(theyve never spoken before and hes still king0 and for the first time ever he doesnt know how to go about approaching her so he goes to genya cos shes readers best friend and asks her for help so genya reccomends he writes notes and gives them to her. so nikolai does that and makes them super flirty but instead of signing his name he signs it saying "your secret admirer" to be funny and he gives the reader these notes 1-3 (sometimes more) times a day until one day the reader finally catches him and confronts him about it and says that the feeling are mutual. also can you include the reader showing nikolai an entire drawer full of his notes to her.

rlly hope this isnt too long - thank you

A/n: I love all of your requests and they're never a problem! short, long, however they are they're all super special to me. I hope you'll like this! x

Also, just want to mention that I do not acknowledge what happened in row. That ending didn't happen, Nikolai is still king of Ravka and ofc no zoyalai.

one would think that someone as charming as Nikolai would have no problem wooing the girl of his dreams

and yet, the boy is straight-up pathetic

yes, he's a king

yes, he was a fearsome privateer

Sturmhond was an earned name for God's sake

and yet, and yet, talking to you was no easy feat

and he'd tried. he really really tried to create a plan, a strategy he could use to find a way to your heart

but to no avail.

every time he'd go to you he'd either stammer or stare at you wordlessly or just come out with the stupidest thing, completely ignoring everything he had carefully thought out to say

so it was time to change the tactic. it was time for plan B: ask for help

and there was only one person who could possibly help

your best friend Genya

swallowing his pride he asked for help. he had had a mind to ask her directly if you liked him or not but he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer

so he settled for asking how to woo you

Genya spared him and didn't laugh in his face. Nikolai knew she'll probably tell this to David but he wasn't worried about the voice carrying to other people.

you loved love letters apparently

even though Genya had told him that gushing about your eyes or luscious hair in three pages long letter was the best way to make a good impression on you

so she suggested opting for leaving little notes around

and so he does

first with something small like "you look gorgeous today,"

and then he gets bolder and bolder

"the brightest stars pale in front of you"

"your company is like water to a man in the desert, I'm always asking for more."

and so forth until they're just ridiculous

thank the saints that you were the only one who read this otherwise he'd never hear the end of it

and the satisfaction he'd get whenever he'd see you react to them was priceless

he was insufferably smug for the rest of the day to everyone else but you were still none the wiser

but the thing is, he's getting careless and with the ratio, he leaves you notes it was only a matter of time for you to find out

and, as a matter of fact, you caught him as he was leaving one of his notes through some books in the library

which was weird on its own since Nikolai never was in the library but then you noted the slip of paper in his hands and connected the dots

you'd never told him out loud but when you realized that it was him your secret admirer you blushed so heard, you could be used as a lightning house

after that, you decided to seize the moment and walked up behind him

it was possible the exhalation of the moment the sheer serotonin that knowing Nikolai liked you produced but the words that came out of your mouth were so bold that you weren't even sure you said them

"you know, you could say those things to my face instead of wasting paper."

Nikolai shrieked and jumped ten feet in the air

if you weren't so flustered and nervous about his reaction, you would have laughed in his face. it was hilarious

he spun around and realized that it was and tried to regain a kingly composure

"what?"

"poor trees haven't died for you to hide behind them. especially not when there's no reason for secrecy."

"I find it quite romantic."

"Indeed. But I'm sure we could both benefit more from sharing those secrets."

"I reckon it depends on the content of the secrets," he replied

Nikolai had a silver tongue and if you let him, he could continue for hours.

so you stepped up and kissed him

this time, the expression on his face when you pulled away, was pure gold. and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I do love your little notes, though," you whispered on his lips

"come, I wanna show you something," you pulled him out of the library and brought him to your room

he was uncharacteristically quiet and you relished in his reaction knowing that once he saw the drawer full of his notes, his ego will resurface and his silence will be over

but truly, silent or bragging, you loved every piece of Nikolai and you couldn't wait to see what your life with him was going to look like

[lena-imzadi-221b]

About your last post about Ferrari filming Lando, it makes me laugh every week when Ferrari start their weekend off with one of their driver challenges and their social media is like 'look at the bromance between our drivers!!!!' and then every week without fail when they release their weekend recap you can see that by Sunday they've just given up and are like 'okay fine, here are our drivers with their actual besties' and it's Charles & Pierre and Carlando every time

Haha Anon you are so right! I was wrong in the first part, seems it was Netflix in Ferrari team wear I saw following Lando but in the previous race recaps of both Ferrari and McLaren you see them including scenes with their besties and their comments on social media have changed a bit I feel. I love how the teams are supporting each other and their drivers in general.

It's Ferrari going 'oh hearteyes at the Carlitos, they've got the best bromance' and then you've got Charles talking about his mates (Lando and Max) and mentioning that his bond with Pierre is special but then seeks out and sticks to Pierre while Carlos is easy going, lovely with everyone and really wants to set up a bond with Charles, he always drifts towards Lando.

You can tell Carlos tries to stand with Charles to be a team but even then his eyes go to Lando talking to someone else, he checks up on him constantly (everytime they crash my heart skips a beat and my stomach drops, imagine what they go through) and he catches himself too, turning his back to Lando but then we see the same happening with Lando sneaky glances and lost puppy moments, their chemistry is different, the way they look at each other, the easy touches, them being protective, and possessive even, of each other and it's not words. Not a social media post or challenge.

It's their body language and facial expressions in unguarded moments and that never lies. It's Carlos and Lando falling in step next to each other, somehow touching an arm, a hip, hands,... (don't get me started on Lando's full hand on Carlos' private parts as he aimed high enough to know those weren't the priceless eggies xD and Carlos immediately knowing that was Lando).

They are each other's touchstone, they ground each other, make each other happy, there's incredible trust there. To put yourself, and all your broken insecure private pieces, into someone's hands and trust them completely to support you, take you on, laugh at the same jokes, see you for who you really are and being pushed into high stress situations and still have that bond and be at home with each other...that's special. Especially for someone like Lando who is good at it with his selective few but the way he holds himself and completely let's his guard down around Carlos he does only with Carlos (in the F1 world that is).

The way Lando proudly stated he was the reason Carlos opened up more, people finally saw how funny and loving Carlos could be and Lando takes pride in that. Carlos changed when he met Lando, for the better, they made each other better human beings. That's just....❤��

Carlos really likes Charles and they are adorable and he would be there for Charles whenever he needs Carlos but Carlos and Lando love each other in indeed a soulmate way and I really hope years from now, they will still nurture that connection and be the crazy loving uncles to each other's children (if they choose so, I support asexual, aromatic or peeps finding strength in being single or polygamous, not wanting children, whatever makes you happy) or still go golfing together, meet up for dinners, visit each other and their families.

Gosh I really jumped into the future but yeah thank you for coming to my Carlando tedtalk, onto the next raceweek and many more moments that make them and us smile 😃

[senju-sekhmet]

Irenic. (Ch. 15, Tobirama x OC)

Sometimes life is decided in a mere second. A decision Akiko Uchiha, younger sister of Madara Uchiha, believes in with all her heart - and yet one that seemingly cost her everything. But for as long as she could remember, she had one dream: peace. And for this dream, she is forced to give up everything indeed. Yet sometimes the brightest things are born of the deepest tragedies and thus, when Akiko Uchiha took up her arms and ran, she had no idea what fortune had in store for her. Warnings: Grapic violence, (canon) character death, canon violence, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, hurt/comfort Length (this chapter): 6,3k. Chapter fifteen of Akiko’s story. Enlisting the help of a particular taijutsu master might be the first challenge in preparing for the duel. And not at all because he isn't eager to train - anyone. Tobirama meanwhile is busy with investigating the failed attempts to burn parts of the compound down.

New chapter! A little later than I wanted it to be, but oh well. Let me know what you think! And thank you for reading. As always, beta’d by the lovely @kuramakakashi​, tysm bestie 💖💖🥰, @kaiseaya​ with the better lore ideas than I have! Read here on AO3! Excerpt below:

Hashirama had been up in an instant, as soon as he received Tobirama’s grim news. They hurried to the infirmary first - evacuated already, but still stuffed with priceless supplies. Like the storage building. As though it were a wounded deer, his brother’s tanned hand stroked over the wooden beam, integrated into the wall of the broad hall of the building. The hall itself contained several doors leading to treatment rooms as well as a stairway to the second story, where a handful of rooms with beds for those severely injured were ready. And sometimes, occupied.

No doubt Hashirama’s chakra examined the wood like he would a human body. He hummed. “I’ll remove it now. Everyone, leave.”

Tobirama and Touka - who had been alerted of the situation by the guards that had accompanied Akiko and Tobirama earlier - protested promptly.

“Hashirama-”

“Anija!”

He turned towards them. “There is no need for you to endanger yourselves if this does not work out. And we cannot let this stand.”

“What will you do?” Tobirama demanded instantly, as if that would ease his worry.

Hashirama turned back to the wooden beam. “I’ll use my wood style to make the beam grow and expel the seal, like a tumor." Lightly, he chuckled. "I’m hoping it does not get triggered and is not rooted deeper.”

“You hope?” Tobirama exclaimed; this kind of assumption and blind optimism was what drove the man mad sometimes when dealing with his brother. He could not just try this and risk his health - his life!

Touka cleared her throat. “I agree, Clan Leader,” she shook her head. “To risk a building is one thing, but your life-”

Hashirama smiled. Tobirama wanted to rub a hand over his face. He knew this expression. There was no changing his brother’s mind. “I’ll solve the problem now. Now, go.”

Before he'd be unable to reign himself in, Tobirama turned on his heels to exit the infirmary. His brother's fabled skill and strength aside - this risk was just unnecessary. No kind of building or its contents would - would weigh the life of their clan leader - his brother.

He should protest more. 

But Hashirama would not change his mind anyway. 

And he knew why - Hashirama would never let the clan be in peril a moment longer than it had to be.

He seldom stopped to think about what his loss might do to the clan.

Silently, Touka exited the building after Tobirama. He didn't spare her a second look.

Long moments of silence passed.

The sealing was not a bomb - at least not one that created a massive blast. If it did go off - could Hashirama survive that? At this range?

Already, he sensed for his brother's ever familiar, gargantuan chakra signature - pulsating in the building.

On and on.

Peripherally, he registered Touka pacing restlessly.

[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things: Wingmen (Aaron Hotchner x Female BAU! Reader)

this is based on season 10 episode 10 “amelia porter”

Warnings: None. Pure Fluff.

A/N: I am so beyond obsessed with the mutual pining. Initially, this was going to be one part, but I have to slow burn the heck out of this, so it'll be a few parts. Enjoy!

The Purest Things Masterlist

august 2014

Bookend: "You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever." – Love & Other Drugs

I walk into the jazz club, searching for Rossi. For the past year and a half, we have frequented this classy establishment, bonding over our shared passion for jazz and fine liquor. We come here every Friday unless the job keeps us away. It's a form of escapism that I have grown to cherish deeply. With a job like ours, finding something to look forward to each week, some semblance of a routine is crucial.

I stroll over to “our” booth, but instead of seeing David’s familiar face, it's that of the Unit Cheif. I throw my head back and laugh, “Of all the people I could have expected to see here...you were not one of them.”

Don't get me wrong; I'm not upset to find him here. I could never get enough of him. I see him nearly every day of the week, I have weekly movie nights with Jack, and Aaron and I have been to hell and back with each other over the years.

He shakes his head and smirks, “What can I say? I'm full of surprises.”

“So tell me Aaron Hotchner, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”

“David Rossi, ” he emphasizes.

“So you’ve been recruited as one of his wingmen too huh?”

“Apparently so.”

“Well I'm glad you're here.” I slide into the booth next to him.

He glides his cup in circles along the tablecloth, “Me too.”

“May I pry?” I inquire.

He nods, “You may.”

“Why exactly are you here? Believe me, I'm thrilled you're joining us, but David and I have been coming here for over a year. Why'd he invite you now?”

His shoulders tense up, and then he inhales deeply, the tension releasing when he exhales.

“If I'm being completely honest, I think it has something to do with the fact that Beth and I are no longer together.”

“Oh my God, Hotch. I'm so sorry, I didn't know.”

Aaron looks up at me; the professional man, the profiler I'm so familiar with, is gone. Instead, he looks at me with the eyes of a vulnerable man, someone who loves so passionately and craves that same love in return. This isn't the first time he's looked at me with those eyes, and I pray that it is not the last time. If it were anyone else, the prolonged eye contact would deter me; my glance would dart in the other direction. But, for years, I have savored these intimate moments with him. I'm not exactly sure when this connection began or when it deepened to the awareness we now have of one another.

Most likely, it began shortly after Haley’s death, when I started to spend more time with Jack or those late nights working in the office with him. Maybe it was that time I brought him his favorite coffee and bagel to his house because I knew he wouldn’t feed himself otherwise.

(Aaron’s P.O.V.)

I gaze at her with utmost fascination. She is a mystery I have never been able to solve, a profile I cannot complete. She is whole, a pillar of strength for our team, her family, me, and Jack. Yet, there is a fear within her that mimics a young child scared of the monsters that are both imagined and real. She’s seen and experienced things that no one her age should have to witness. I can see through the worn expression on her face. She’s holding herself together for the sake of everyone around her, but inside she’s slowly falling apart. All I want is to help mend those crumbling pieces and hold her together. She doesn’t realize that she has been doing that very thing for me for the past four years.

In my life, I have had the opportunity to love deeply and freely. But two of those loves stand in realms of their own. The first time I fell in love, it was with an opposite. A precious, symbolic tale of love and loss.

With Beth, I did love her. She gave me the strength to feel something again after Haley died. I found the ability to move forward with hope and recognition that I deserve happiness once again.

The second great love came in the form of a mirror. We share an empathy, an understanding of the fundementals of life and love that shapes our individual values. I was far from perfect when we met; I was detached, damaged, and hopeless. I felt like I was barely a man. Truth be told, I won’t be perfect after the fact either. But, she gives me a sense of realness that I never perceived as possible. And since the day we met before I even accepted the actuality of my affections for her, I strove to better myself. Every day since, and for the rest of my life, I want to work every day to be the man she deserves and needs.

Awakening from my trance, I speak up, “I am grateful every day for the relationship I had with Beth. I truly did love her. I love her still for the person she helped me become. I realized, through her, that I can choose to move forward with my life.”

“You deserve to be happy, Aaron,” she interjects.

“Some time ago, Rossi came into my office encouraging me to start dating again. He reminded me that Haley wouldn’t want me to avoid moving on. Of course, my immediate instinct was to deny that I was guilty of just that. But he was right. He told me that I am no good to anyone when I’m miserable.”

She throws her head back and laughs, “Miserable? No, I wouldn’t call you that. Slightly uptight? Absolutely.”

I gasp, exaggerating a look of offense, “I’m hurt.”

She touches my arm, and I can feel my heart stop for a beat. Something about her touch elevated my heart and soul to another plain. It’s as if her small hand on my forearm revealed the certainty I had been searching for.

I chuckle, “Don’t worry. David and I came to the same conclusion.”

“Phew,” she breathes out a sigh of relief, “Good because I didn’t know how I was going to dig myself out of that hole....but please, continue what you were saying.”

I take a deep breath, “When you and I met I had already lost my entire world. Haley had just recently taken Jack, we were fighting constantly, and then...” I feel my eyes beginning to sting, and I realize that she hasn’t taken her grip off my arm once she squeezes it reassuringly.

“When Haley died, it felt like I was staring into an abyss. After the funeral, you found me alone, in some room that I had escaped to for some solace. But I didn’t feel any relief. And then, you came in. You sat across from me, and we just sat in silence. Somehow though, more was said in that silence than I had ever dared to utter out loud to someone. You didn’t know it then, but you saved me that day. You saved Jack too.”

I hear her short intake of breath and look over to see her lip beginning to tremble.

“Aaron...”

As much as I want to hear her melodic voice speak to me now, when I am most unarmed, a feeling that is entirely foreign to me, I have never felt so driven to yell from the top of my lungs a profession of love for this woman.

I begin to speak again, and I am immediately interrupted by Rossi, accompanied by the jazz singer hooked on his arm.

“La mia bella ragazza! Finalmente sei arrivato,” he says, kissing the top of her head. She blushes slightly, her eyes flickering to me briefly.

“You are a sight for sore eyes my dear. Is she not Aaron?”

I take a sip of my drink, glancing at y/n, her beautiful y/e/c sparkling back at me. How can anyone put into words just how beautiful she is?

I nod, “She is indeed.”

I’m suddenly made aware of the absence of her touch on my arm. How can someone’s touch both simultaneously have such a stronghold on you and also set you free? Regardless of the reason, I long to savor that feeling once again.

“Well,” she inches out of the booth, “I’m going to get a drink. Can I get you boys anything?”

We shake our heads in unison. Rossi suggests that his date join her.

He places his hand on my shoulder, “So? Any progress made?”

“I don’t want to overwhelm her. There’s so much I want to say. But I feel like I’ve put her through enough already. I’m an old man Dave. I’m a widower with a son. The damage I’d be asking her to cope with, the burden I’d be subjecting her to...”

David clears his throat and slips his phone out of his pocket. He swipes through some photos in his camera roll and lands on a photo of y/n and me. It’s from a cocktail party he hosted a few years ago. Jack, y/n, and I are sitting on the grass in Rossi’s backyard playing with dandelions. I can still hear their laughter filling the air: Jack’s squeals and y/n’s child-like giggles. We felt like a family. I would give anything to relive those moments of genuine bliss, to feel that sensation of being complete, heart, mind, and soul once more.

“Sometimes,” Rossi begins, “when people are destined to be together, their love grows over an undetermined span of time. It could be months, weeks, even years. You both may feel the shared pain of this rollercoaster called life and the hurt that comes from being separated from one another, but this helps you better grasp the priceless value and purity of the love you share. There is no easy road to love. Anyone who claims otherwise is doomed to be plagued by the mediocrity that is a false sense of security. The path you are on, Aaron is the one walked by the greatest lovers in history. In layman’s terms, don’t screw this up.”

[my-writings-and-musings]

Just got another wonderful commission! Some shenanigans between TFA Bumblebee and Bulkhead, with the latter realizing he feels more than friendship...

Boot camp was rarely a place that offered any downtime, so whenever he had even a moment of freedom to himself, Bulkhead liked to make it count. Granted there wasn't much to actually do, but that didn't bother him too much. Hanging out with his friend Bumblebee made any given activity much more exciting.

The only roadblock to that plan was finding the little scout, who had an excellent talent for slipping away when one wanted to see him most. That skill served him well when it came to overbearing instructors and the many bullies in the program, but unfortunately it also made socializing with the little bot quite the challenge. Bulkhead had already swept half the camp with no sign of his friend to be seen. It was actually getting to the point where he felt a little worried… None of their usual hangout spots had even a sign of the scout, and no one claimed to have seen him either. The last thing he wanted to do was have to tell a commanding officer that Bumblebee was missing!

Thankfully, he'd developed a bit of a sense for tracking down the bot, so he wasn't without options. There were still a number of places to look, unlikely as they may have been, and he didn't want to give up hope. Bumblebee had to be around here somewhere…

Luck finally came to his aid when he caught a glimpse of yellow beside the mess hall, which was presently full of bots having their midday rations. With so few bearing such a bright color scheme, he was fully confident his friend was close. Not much for speed, he still endeavored to go as fast as possible towards the sighting, smiling with hope that they'd get to enjoy his time off together. As the mess hall only had one real entrance and exit, both of which were closed to keep the elements at bay, he didn't have to worry about bumping into anyone as he rounded the corner.

"Eep!"

A surprised yelp nearly sent him careening onto his back, but a servo managed to steady him on the wall. The bot he'd been searching for stood before him in the narrow alley between the mess hall and the supply shed, optics wide as saucers from the fright of being stumbled upon.

"Bumblebee!" he exclaimed happily, preparing to invite his friend for any number of fun activities before he noticed something being cradled in his lean arms. Recognizing a full oil drum, he tilted his helm in confusion. Bee was supposed to be off duty like he was, not scheduled for any maintenance or meals… There wasn't a single logical reason for him to have the oil. "What… what are you doing?"

"Well… I suppose I can tell you…" Bumblebee replied in a whisper after looking around. Face lighting up in a devilish smirk, he gestured for Bulkhead to lean down so he could explain himself in hushed but excited tones. "It's an amazing prank idea I just had! I'll pour this oil outside of the main door, pull the fire alarm, and when everyone comes running out…"

Holding the oil on one arm, the little bot smacked his fist into an open palm, mirroring the movement of a bot slipping and falling flat on their back. Just mimicking the action made him snicker out loud, his expression giddy enough to bring an infectious smile to Bulkhead's face.

"It'll be priceless!" Bumblebee declared, sounding as if he wanted his friend on board. Having been involved with a number of pranks in the past, albeit very minor ones, Bulkhead was indeed tempted by the idea. 

"Yeah! But…" his smile faded as a number of very important facts clicked into place. In order to enjoy the prank, they'd have to watch it, and by standing off to the side they'd be the only bots unaffected. It didn't take a genius to realize that blame for the prank would be very easily assigned. "Won't you get caught?"

"Why do you say that?" Bumblebee asked, only moderately disheartened as he picked up the oil drum and hugged it close. Not wanting to hurt his feelings but knowing he couldn't leave his friend to get caught, the bigger bot tried to be gentle. 

"Well, if you're out here already when everyone runs out, laughing on the sidelines…" he started, letting the sentence hang so Bumblebee could connect the dots as he had. Unfortunately, the little mech only tilted his helm in confusion, not at all catching on. Bulkhead was forced to apply just a little more pressure so his friend might realize what potential drawbacks his plan had. "I think the bots in charge will put that together pretty fast."

There was a heavy and not at all quick period of silence, during which you could practically hear the little bot's processor working at full power. It all clicked with an audible gasp, followed by a frown and a full deflation of Bumblebee's excitement. "Scrap… you're right."

Bulkhead nearly felt his spark break at the sight of the bright and cheery bot looking so down. Scrambling for a solution, he tried to think of alternate plans and even other possible pranks before it all dawned on him like a lightbulb going off at full power. 

"But, maybe if you, um…" he stammered quietly as he made sure he had a good idea, wanting to give some truly good advice for the sake of his friend. Not being a master of pranks forced him to think very long and hard. When he was more or less confident in what he came up with, he did everything he could to sound convincing as he suggested it. "Maybe put some oil on yourself and sit in it? Make it look like you tripped, so everyone thinks you got pranked too."

Bumblebee perked up, optics widening as the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. The idea clearly resonated with him quite considerably. "I'm listening… and I like what I hear!"

"Plus, that way even if you laugh no one will be suspicious. They'll just think you're having fun with it, that's all." Bulkhead continued, brightening up himself at the light he'd returned to his friend. It was a rather quick plan, but seeing it work brought a number of warm and delightful emotions to his spark. Even if pranking wasn't the best way for them to spend their time, he was just happy at the idea of Bee having fun, especially if he got to help. There was nothing he wanted to do more, really. 

Bumblebee hefted the oil drum with a grin, shaking the contents as he gave the bigger bot a look of devious excitement. "Hey Bulk…"

"Yeah?" Bulkhead replied innocently, wondering if his friend wanted more help planning his prank. 

"You wanna be a part of this?" Bumblebee asked with a giggle filled whisper, holding up the can for him. The invitation was obvious, as was the little bot's total delight at the idea of his friend tagging along. Bulkhead felt his spark do a flip at the very question. 

Tapping his thick digits together, he looked about awkwardly, unsure of exactly what to say. As happy as he was to help, and to let Bee do as he pleased, the big bot wasn't really much for pulling pranks. On one hand, he was absolutely massive, making sneaking more or less impossible. If he tagged along, their chances of being caught were… not great. Then there was the fact he just didn't enjoy tricking bots for his own amusement. Not that he had anything against a good joke, it just wasn't usually for him. Trying to find a way to say all that would be very hard…

"Oh, uh… I don't know if I should… It'd probably be best if I-"

Dejection like none he'd ever known filled Bumblebee's wide optics, dragging his smile down into a crestfallen frown. His conflicted spark broke at the sight, and he knew straight away what he needed to do. 

"Okay, you know what? Count me in." he said, uncertainty melting away as his friend beamed with total delight. Smiling back, he was nevertheless caught quite off guard when the little bot grabbed his servo and started pulling him along, showing a surprising amount of strength for his size. Granted, the ease with which they moved may have had more to do with how infectious Bulkhead found the excitement to be.

When they ended up right in front of the mess hall, he let the prankster take the lead, stepping back to give him room. 

Straight away, Bumblebee uncapped the oil drum and started pouring it out on the open stretch of ground, covering the ground in a layer of slippery trip hazards. Anybot unprepared for the mess would end up flat on their face, or back on their aft, and there were about to be a lot of unprepared bots rushing forward. At least it was rather harmless as far as pranks went. If anything, there would just be a mess and some embarrassed recruits in need of a wash.

At least, that's what he thought, before Bumblebee made it clear he was emptying the entire drum.

"Uh, you think that might be too much?" Bulkhead asked as the thick oil spread far and wide, encroaching on every inch of open ground. He didn't need to be too bright to figure that the mess might be a tad too much. Forget merely tripping, bots might have been completely unable to stand in all this, not to mention the cleanup.

Bumblebee wasn't even concerned in the slightest. "Quite the opposite, good buddy! When it comes to pranking, you can never have too much!" he declared proudly, emptying the oil drum completely before tossing it aside with a satisfied dusting of his hands. They were now on opposite sides of a lake of oil, one that was creeping outward still with every passing second. Not a single scrap of bare ground remained in front of the mess hall doors.

Grinning from audial to audial, the little mech scooted his way over to the emergency alarm, snickering as he tried his hardest not to fall. Even if he had a feeling he was beholding an impending disaster, Bulkhead couldn't keep himself from smiling at the antics. There was just something about Bumblebee he couldn't quite put a digit on that made him extremely happy, especially as the little bot took hold of the alarm level and looked to him with a wild grin. "Ready?"

"Yup!" he replied with enthusiasm, optics entirely on Bee as he pulled the lever and set the chaos into motion.

An alarm bell began to ring without delay, filling the air around them with a frantic beeping meant to get bots up and moving during times of trouble. Even through the thick walls of the mess hall they both heard the rush of panic that followed, namely shouts from confused and irritated recruits leaving their lunches behind. Bulkhead hardly noticed the chaos with his optics focused entirely on Bumblebee, who used his last few seconds to play the part of innocent bystander. Carefully dropping himself down on a spot with a nice view, he gathered some of the oil and splashed it on himself to give the appearance of having fallen and dirtied himself by accident. The smile on his face did little to help sell the bit. 

Just then, the doors parted as the wave of bots poured forth to see what the alarm was all about, and raw chaos like none they'd ever seen broke loose. 

The slippery surface, combined with the momentum of the approaching bots, sent them all falling forward like a crazy slip and slide. Without time to react, whole waves of recruits crashed forward and skidded along the lake with cries of total bafflement. Oil splashed everywhere as the confused masses struggled in vain to stop their wild ride, typically making it worse for themselves as their flailing only made it harder to be still. Mechs and femmes tried to cling to one another for some sense of nonexistent stability.

At the edge of it all, Bumblebee was laughing uproariously, doubled over and holding his middle as he enjoyed the fruits of his efforts. Bulkhead wasn't quite sure what to do from where he stood, but seeing Bee so happy definitely made it all better. Sure these bots were in a mess, but it was nothing too bad. The massive rush of recruits was finally slowing down now that a massive pile up was gathered in the lake of oil, with bots from all around the camp running over to see what the problem was. Some of the good samaritans ended up slipping into the mess themselves, flipping end over end and worsening the chaos. After a few mere minutes, the entire camp was caught up in the mess one way or another.

In the midst of so much confused shouting and a little bit of angry swearing, Bumblebee never stopped laughing, only reducing his guffaws to giggles as he grinned at Bulkhead from across the way. Doing little not to be caught, the small mech started working his way out of the oil, crawling over to his friend so they might make their escape. The big bot actually dared to believe they might get away with it all. 

"What on Cybertron is going on here?!"

The deep, authoritative voice froze everyone exactly where they'd been, and not a bot dared to move as their commanding officer came thundering towards the ruckus. Bulkhead gulped as the bot in charge stormed up to the edge of the oil, arms crossed and expression angrier than words could convey. He had a very bad feeling about all of this… 

"Someone pulled the alarm!" a random mech cried out from the bottom of the pile, which was doing everything to disentangle itself and avoid looking ridiculous. Even those who'd done nothing wrong were frantic to make themselves presentable for the furious commanding officer. Bulkhead shot Bumblebee a look, silently pleading for him to flee so that they might escape without getting caught. If his friend was captured on the scene, he doubted he'd ever see him in one piece again. 

Another mech tried to clarify, slipping and sliding without a hope for stability just like all the others. His success was more than a little limited. "We just ran out to… to… whoa!"

Once again there was a great crash, and more than half of the oil splattered bots slipped and fell in a pile. The bot in charge arched a brow in a very unamused show of impatience. 

Unfortunately for Bulkhead, his friend didn't pick up on the cues, and he saw the little scout covering his mouth to hold back more laughter. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Did this mech not realize what danger he was in?! Why didn't he try to escape?! They were one good guess away from being melted down for spare parts!

"Someone must have dumped this oil here!" a bot cried out as they tried in vain to wipe the mess from their face, succeeding only in smudging it further. The sight proved too much for a certain mischievous mech, who went from giggling quietly to laughing openly at the site. 

"Private Bumblebee!"

Everyone froze, and Bulkhead felt his spark do a flip after skipping a few pulses. Bright yellow paint shone like a beacon amongst the sea of oil and tangled bots, turning all optics to the one little mech who hadn't managed to escape on time. 

"S-sir!" Bumblebee stammered, throwing up a salute in a last ditch attempt to be professional. Bulkhead wanted so badly to run over and grab him so they might escape, but was stuck right where he was, frozen in fear. 

"Why do I have reason to believe you're behind all this?" the commanding officer growled, circling the edge of the lake and closing in on the little mech. Even the bots whose only mistake was tripping flinched away from his presence, and the poor little scout all but withered under his intense gaze. The effect only worsened as the space between them shrunk. 

"Sir I… beats me!" Bumblebee cried out in his lamest excuse for a lie, putting on a smile that wouldn't have convinced anyone in a hundred mile radius. "I was just walking along and got caught in the mess like everyone else!"

"The scrap you were! I saw you lugging an oil drum from storage!" one of the many bots in the pileup shouted, looking none too pleased to be dripping oil. Bumblebee flinched again, having not expected any witnesses might be able to tie him to the prank. Bulkhead almost smacked a servo against his forehelm in disbelief. Primus, had Bee really not checked to see if he'd been spotted or followed? How could he not have been the least bit careful? Now he was in a lot of trouble, and there was no one to save him… 

The commanding bot sighed heavily, shaking his helm as he sneered down at the small mech shrinking before him. "Hard to believe such a small bot could cause so much trouble on their own."

Bumblebee flinched at the insult, his face dropping as a few of the gathered bots had a chuckle at his expense. Something broke within Bulkhead at the sight and the unfairness of the underhanded comment. Even if his friend had messed up, he most certainly didn't deserve to be insulted, and he couldn't let him endure any more of this without help.

"He didn't do it alone!" Bulkhead shouted over the crowd, turning all optics on himself in a dizzying and terrifying shift. The disapproving gaze of their commanding bot nearly made him collapse on the spot. 

"What was that, private?" the big mech growled, almost challenging him to repeat himself.

Gulping down a whimper, Bulkhead stood firm. "I… it was both of us!" he clarified, so confident what he was doing was right he didn't even sound like he was lying. Bumblebee was the only one looking at him with an expression other than total shock, and he took strength from the hope in those big optics. He'd undoubtedly have some massive trouble coming his way after this, but it would be worth it, especially if they got to spend it together. "I helped him do this… we each did some of the work…"

"Well then, it seems we have two pairs of servos to clean up the mess…" the commanding bot said, sounding quite unimpressed. The same angry glares being leveled at Bumblebee turned his way, but Bulkhead accepted them in stride. No one had much to say as the next command was barked with unquestionable authority. "Everybot, disperse. The mess hall is closed until further notice."

Many bots groaned in absolute annoyance as they struggled to obey the order as fast as they could, irritated both by the mess and the fact most of them hadn't even gotten to finish their meals. Slippery forms slid through the muck in a slow progression of furious glares and whispered threats, leaving trails of oil in their wake when they finally escaped the pool. No doubt the mess would end up being tracked far and wide...

"The two of you will be cleaning every last drop of oil from the camp. I don't want to see a single treadmark from here to the barracks, understood?" the commanding bot said tersely, leaving no room for an argument. Both of them were perfectly aware of how serious he was, and that an even worse punishment would await them if he found even a spot of oil out of place. They nodded and gave their most emphatic salutes.

Not finished with his frighteningly calm dressing down, the massive mech gave them both a glare that could freeze a Decepticon in their tracks. "No recharge or fuel until I'm satisfied with your work. If you finish soon enough, I might just knock a few hundred rounds off the transform-ups I'll be anticipating when you're done…"

A final, deathly serious growl sent a shiver up both of their struts. 

"Am. I. Clear?"

"Yes sir!" they replied in unison, notably more higher pitched than usual. Neither dared to move as the commanding officer took his leave, and they were left alone in the middle of the biggest mess of their lives. When he was finally out of sight, Bulkhead let out a sigh and made his way over to Bee, not particularly minding the mess as he went. Primus knew he would be getting it all over himself. 

"Wow Bulk, I can't believe you did that!" Bumblebee said in awe as his friend carefully shuffled through the oil to be at his side. Optics wide with amazement, the little mech didn't even care about the mess of oil all over himself, looking up with an expression that managed to make Bulkhead smile. 

"I can't either…" he said in agreement, offering a hand to help his friend up. Too slippery to be agile, Bee took the offer gratefully, letting the bigger bot be his support as he tried to set his footing. Wiping away some of the mess on his forehelm, the prankster surveyed his work and let out a sigh.

"You really saved my spark out there!" he said suddenly, patting Bulkhead's broad chassis and letting out a laugh of relief. The big bot couldn't imagine how anyone would laugh in such a situation, but he was at least happy to see Bumblebee smiling. "Seriously, I thought he was gonna have me converted into spare parts!"

"He still might, to both of us, I mean." Bulkhead reminded him, pointing towards the supply station. There were plenty of tools for cleaning that they'd used for chores in the past, but he couldn't imagine any of them being too useful for this kind of mess. Without the luxury of time, they would need to hurry and figure it out. Taking a single careful step, he pulled his friend alongside him. "We better get to work."

"Here, let me!" Bumblebee offered, sliding almost gracefully over the oil to grab the tools himself. Managing not to trip and break anything, he grabbed the tools they'd need and stuffed his arms with them, carrying it all back with a helpful smile. Offering one to Bulkhead, he got to work right away, going as fast as he could so that his friend didn't have to rush. "It's the least I can do!"

Bulkhead took the tool, a kind of mop built for absorbency of such messes, and started to clean. One swipe seemed to do less than nothing. If anything, it just seemed to spread everything around and make it worse…

Bumblebee either didn't notice, or didn't care, as he cheerfully whistled a tune while scrubbing away at the mess he'd made. Silently doing the same, Bulkhead was left with his thoughts. How had he managed to get himself in this situation? Here he was, splitting the punishment equally, when he'd done maybe a fraction of the work… What could have possibly compelled him to do that? If he'd have kept his mouth shut, this would not have been his problem. Bumblebee would be cleaning alone, and he'd be free to do as he pleased. The lack of logic was downright confounding. 

Looking back to his friend, the confusion briefly evaporated as he felt that same warmth in his spark that had compelled him to act. Sure he didn't have to help, but he wanted to. Seeing Bumblebee happy was perhaps the greatest feeling in the world. Few bots ever got to experience a friendship so wild but true. In fact, the feelings were unlike any other friendship he'd ever known. 

Then it hit him; it felt that way because it wasn't a friendship, or at least, it wasn't just a friendship.

He was head over heels for this little bot. 

Figuring it out almost sent him tumbling to the oil soaked ground. Primus, in hindsight it was so obvious! Seeing this little mech happily throwing himself into absurd situations just made him feel lighter than air, and he wouldn't have traded that for anything. A goofy grin broke out on his face, forcing him to turn away lest it be discovered. Having just discovered the feelings for himself, he wasn't quite ready to share them yet. 

It was an overwhelming but oddly wonderful thing to realize; he was in love. Knowing so made everything so wonderfully clear, and when he glanced over at the bot he so adored, he was more certain than ever he had made the right call. In fact, he didn't want to be anywhere else in the universe at that second.

[peachyteez]

angel nurse ≫ DAY(6) SIX, ARE YOU HAPPY?

this fox hybrid was brought into the recovery facility covered in scratches, whip marks, blood, and every other injury you could imagine. due to this, yeosang has trouble trusting humans, as he was afraid they could just hurt him all over again. until he meets jiyu, his “angel nurse”.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: courtesy of a certain someone for the day6 reference :)

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“yeosang, hello,” jiyu peeked in with a smile and wave. behind her were four other hybrids. they peeked out from behind her and made eye contact with the fox hybrid.

yeosang waved back, suddenly feeling wary again with the new presences in the room, even if they were his own kind. maybe i’m more shy than i thought...

“just like i promised, i brought these four babies with me today,” she teased, earning a ‘hey!’ from mingi.

yeosang now understood why jiyu wasn’t so worried for the bunny hybrid as other people were; the bunny was at least six feet tall, towering above the other predator hybrids. except for the golden–retriever, he seemed to be the same height.

seonghwa slowly approached yeosang and stared at him. he’s heard so much about this fox hybrid being his “twin”, now he wanted to see for himself.

yeosang, on the other hand, remembered jiyu’s comment from the previous day about him being similar to the wolf hybrid. just how similar were they for her to associate them with each other?

the two tilted their heads in the same direction as they observed each other. both of their eyes widened and they pointed to each other. “you’re me,” they both said, before slapping a hand over their mouths. they both seemed so fascinated, and slightly terrified, that they were mirroring each other right from the getgo.

hongjoong, yunho, mingi, and jiyu watched the scene in awe. jiyu didn’t realize they were that similar. “pfft—” they all stifled their laughter.

the other three could now understand why jiyu called yeosang his twin by just looking at him. the two possessed the same intimidating face but once they opened their mouths, they were just soft little kids on the inside.

“a–are you sure you guys weren’t separated at birth?” yunho asked, trying to suppress his chuckles feom spilling out.

“i’m an only child, i swear!” they both shouted before staring at each other in awe once again.

jiyu couldn’t hold it in anymore and she burst out into laughter that brought a smile to everyone’s faces. “o–oh my god, t–this is priceless!” she managed to squeeze out in between her laughter. “i–i knew you guys were similar to a certain extent...b–but this blows my expectations!”

yeosang shyly scratched the back of his neck and looekd away; his cheeks and the tips of his human ears flushed pink. seonghwa mirrored his expression as he turned towards jiyu.

“j–jeez, it’s not that funny,” he mumbled, seeing the other three trying to suppress their chuckles and snickers as well.

“‘i’m an only child!’” hongjoong mimicked as he chuckled. “seems like you and the fox hybrid are soulmates at the moment.”

jiyu calmed down and took a few breaths to stabilize herself. “anyways, yeosang. that’s seonghwa. the tiger hybrid is hongjoong, the golden–retriever is yunho, and the bunny is mingi. they’re all my little fur balls.”

‘d–did she call is fur balls?’ the four sweatdropped as the same thought ran through their minds.

“guys, this is yeosang. remember to be careful if you play with him since his wounds are still healing,” she reminded them.

yeosang quickly glanced at hongjoong. he was always curious about the tiger hybrid from seojin’s stories. by the looks of it, he seemed like he was indeed thriving; the genuine smile said it all. as a matter of fact, all of their smiles spoke for them.

“ji,” yeonjun called as he poked his head into the room. “can you help me sort these papers? i need to process them into the system but they’re all mixed,” he asked, carrying in a three, thick folders filled with various documents.

“jeez, who hated you enough to give you that?” she joked, yelping when yeonjun poked her side. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding!” she chuckled. “yeah, i’ll help you. come in here.” she cleared the table so they could work on re–organizing the documents.

yeosang observed her from his bed, almost forgetting the presence of the other four with them.

“what are you thinking about?” yunho asked, making the fox hybrid flinch at the sudden reminder than he wasn’t alone.

“n–nothing...just...she’s really nice,” he mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. “i was kind of mean to her the first few days but yet she still came back to talk to me.”

seonghwa nodded, stealing a quick glance at her as she flipped through the papers. “yeah...she didn’t give up on us either, no matter how violent or stubborn we were.”

“it’s her charm, though!” yunho piped up.

“yeah, but she’s too nice sometimes...she could end up helping the wrong people,” yeosang mindlessly mumbled. there were a lot of malicious people out there, there was always a possibility of it happening.

the four sweatdropped again as they remembered the various incidents of jiyu showing her “scary” side when it came to protecting the ones she loved; when she changed into a whole different person in front of yunho’s former owners, and when she tracked down mingi’s former owner and managed to retrieve his adoption forms.

“i–i don’t think we have to worry about that,” mingi sheepishly laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

yeosang didn’t question it. after all, he didn’t know her as well as they did.

“this might be an insensitive question,” hongjoong said from the window, “but where will you go after leaving here?”

yeosang grew silent at the question. truthfully, he didn’t even know himself. he could follow the facility protocol of having to be transferred to the adoption floor, and potentially finding a new family.

the only problem was...he couldn’t see himself with another family. it had taken him so long to trust jiyu, he didn’t want to imagine trying again with other people. he knew they’d grow impatient with his personality and just throw him out, heck, maybe even return him.

“...i’m not sure. probably just go with the flow and be put up for adoption.”

the four wordlessly glanced at each other. he didn’t sound convincing; rather, it sounded like he was convincing himself to go along with the facility protocol. seonghwa and hongjoong were in his shoes at one point.

seonghwa quietly sighed. “do you feel happy with jiyu?” he asked.

“...define happy,” yeosang mumbled, looking at each and every one of them. “is that how you all feel with her?”

yunho and mingi enthusiastically nodded. “she makes us feel all warm and fuzzy inside!” mingi declared. “it’s a really good feeling. i could never imagine someone else adopting me.”

“that’s one way of putting it,” hongjoong chuckled at the bunny hybrid before looking at yeosang. “but yes, it’s a warm feeling. she provides us with everything we all lacked in our previous homes,” hongjoong said, quickly peeking in jiyu and yeonjun’s direction. “it’s like...you feel safe around her. like nothing could ever hurt you again.”

and yeosang wasn’t going to lie. he did feel that. he felt all the warmness and fuzziness thst mingi described, he felt safe like nothing would harm him again; but most of all, he felt cared for. he felt appreciated.

his old owners only appreciated him for his monetary value, but with jiyu, he felt a different type of appreciation. like she cared about him for him; the fox hybrid that was shy around others, the fox hybrid that loved drawing little made–up characters called hehetmon.

“i think he found his answer,” seonghwa chuckled.

“what was the point in asking me all that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “to test me?”

yunho shoved a paper up to his face, making yeosang flinch and fall back into the bed. d–did i just flinch from paper? that’s a new low for me.

“yunho! be careful!” hongjoong quietly scolded the puppy.

“oops...sorry,” yunho sheepishly apologized before handing yeosang the paper instead. “this was all of our ideas!” he smiled.

yeosang read the contents of the paper and he almost made his heart rate monitor go haywire from the emotions he felt. the four panicked at the sporatic beeping sounds.

jiyu and yeonjun’s heads snapped up at the sound, concern written across their face. “what’s the matter, yeosang?” she asked, hastily approaching him. recognizing the form in his hands, she lightly gasped.

“well, this is awkward...u–um, you weren’t supposed to see that yet—”

the four sheepishly looked to the ground. had they messed up?

“c–can i really?” yeosang quietly asked, his eyes never leaving the paper. “can–can i really go home with you?”

in his hands was yet again, another filled out adoption form.

seeing the form was the final push for him, the final piece of the puzzle. that he really did feel happy with jiyu. and that he was hesitant about being adopted by other people because he was so used to jiyu’s presence around him. like mingi had said, he couldn’t imagine being adopted by anyone else.

jiyu gently smiled. “i didn’t want to force it onto you so i never said anything,” she explained before putting a hand in his head. “but we all discussed about it two nights ago about bringing you home with us. although, after today,” she playfully glared at the four hybrids were peeking out from behind yeonjun, “i think they grew a little impatient about bringing the topic up.”

yeosang felt a rush of emotions. maybe fate really did feel bad for him and decided to not throw him under the bus. maybe fate really was nice, after all.

“i–if it’s not too much trouble,” he shyly mumbled, “th–then i accept your offer,” he said, a small smile spreading across his face. jiyu smiled back; this was the first time she’s seen him smile.

“seonghwa’s twin’s coming home!” hongjoong jokingly declared, patting seonghwa’s back. yunho and mingi cheered along.

seonghwa sighed, but no one could deny the smile he was trying to hide. “i’m not going to try.”

yeonjun looked back. “so how long am i going to be used as a shield?”

[ushiwakatrash]

Payback is a bad bitch

Pairing: Ushijima x f!reader, Tendou x f!reader

Warnings: Making out, Cheating, cursing, slight angst

Word count: 1.7k

So I came across this idea when I was scrolling through my fyp on Tiktok and I wanted to write about it so bad. The idea belongs to rand0m.p0vz_anime on Tiktok! I hope you all enjoy reading ♥

School was going pretty normally and (Y/n) was striding down the halls of the glorious Shiratorizawa to go pick up her best friend from his class. 

She spotted the crazy red head and called for him. Tendou immediately grabbed his things and said his farewells to his classmates. Since their first year, they had always been together but this year’s class ranking separated them.

Tendou couldn’t keep up his balance of sports and school which resulted to his grades dropping just a wee bit. (Y/n), despite being the strategist of the girl’s volleyball team had no hard time in excelling in both the academic and athletic field. 

Her dedication to the sport and her talent managed to get her a boyfriend, who by the way, was the captain of her best friend’s team. And because even the demon coach Washijo himself had acknowledged her smarts, she had often paid trips to the men’s gym-- where Ushijima had laid eyes on her.

Wakatoshi and (Y/n) got together during their second year. The stoic and intimidating captain had a blush on his face when he asked the girl out. The proposal had a bouquet of flowers and small pricey chocolate to add to the romance. 

People who saw the cooed at how a girl could melt the captain’s coldness and things went uphill from there. Tendou was of course happy for both of his best friends but he couldn’t help but feel a small tingle in his chest every time he’s reminded of it all.

Speaking of Ushijima, they were on the way to his class when (Y/n)’s phone vibrated. The captain just sent a message saying that he had a meeting with the captain of the girl’s volleyball club and he couldn’t eat with them. 

(Y/n) did not like the sound of a meeting with that smug faced bitch but what could she do, right? The duo went to the cafeteria to grab food and sat at their usual table. The seats around them slowly got occupied by other members of the men’s vball team and only the captain was missing.

You had gotten close to the team having spent time with the others during practice as well. At first the members were just curious what kind of genius you are to add to their curiosity, what kind of girl could easily catch the captain’s heart?

Their curiosity then bloomed into an unexpected friendship where you all became one heck of a family. “Oh right (Y/n), where’s the captain?” (Y/n) frowned a little before answering. “He said he had a meeting with the girl’s volleyball team’s captain, Semi-Semi.”

The setter’s face scrunched as he sent an accusing glare towards a smirking Tendou. “Stop teaching her shit you jackass!” “But Semi-Semi is fun to tease!” The others laughed but a few noticed your stiff mood.

“You alright, (Y/n)? Looks like something’s ticking you off” “No I’m good. Thanks for asking, Yamagata-san” A small smile was sent to the libero’s way and he shrugged it off and kept on with his meal.

Of course being the bestest best friend he is, Tendou already knew what was wrong and it only took a glance from him to tell her that he knew. (Y/n) just shook her head slightly to acknowledge that what he thought was right.

(Y/n) stood up from her seat and said her goodbyes to the team as break period was almost over. Tendou followed and walked her to her class. “You know Satori, being a guess monster must be quite the reputation, huh? You can even read me” you giggle at your statement and he follows suit. “I think I’ve known you for long enough to figure out how your mind works”

“Yeah yeah. See you later at practice Satori. I’ll come pick you up again.” “See ya (Y/n)-chan! I’ll be waiting!” with your last waves, you both went to your respective classes.

--

The last bell finally rung and it was about time for everyone to release the sighs they’ve been keeping in the past hours. You took your time in stretching before getting up and packing your stuff.

“Any longer and weeds might start growing from where I stand, (Y/n)-chan!” Oh you knew that voice all too well. “Satori, I thought I told you I’ll come pick you up instead?” Tendou entered your classroom, took your bag and swung it over his shoulder. “Let’s go shorty, Coach Washijo might make me run laps again if we’re late”

“Oh, I forgot how strict the old man was with you, he’s so nice and gentle with me” You stuck out a tongue at him and he made faces in return. “Have you talked to Toshi today? He wasn’t answering my texts.” That’s when Tendou began to think. “Now that you mention it, I haven’t heard from him either.”

As they made their way to the men’s gym, a familiar back could be seen from where they were standing. Even if she only saw a glimpse, (Y/n) knew well that it was her lover’s back. What she didn’t expect was another pair of feet just a few inches away from Ushijima’s.

With trembling hands (Y/n) quietly went near with Tendou trailing not far behind. With the right view of the angle, it was clear as a day that the captains of the girl and boy’s volleyball team were locking lips.

Tendou could feel the rage seeping from his best friend and for once, he was scared of her. The guess monster couldn’t tell what his captain was thinking and why would he waste the girl he’s always wanted? He was all for supporting the captain whenever he could but things may start to change today.

(Y/n) calmed herself and took deep breaths. Making a scene would do nothing but harm her reputation. So instead of throwing a fit, she let out a loud chuckle. “Oh hey, ‘sup?”

The two captains were caught by surprised but Ushijima was quick to recover. Before (Y/n) or Tendou could say anything, Ushijima spoke first. “It was just a kiss, (Y/n), no need to be dramatic.”

If Tendou could beat the shit out of the olive haired man in front of him, he would but it wasn’t his call to make. A nonchalant expression painted (Y/n)’s face before she swiftly placed her arms around Satori’s neck to pull him down for a kiss.

“(Y/n), what the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” The captain’s voice had a mix of jealousy, anger and nervousness in his tone. Tendou had wide eyes but quickly melted into the kiss he has been dreaming for so long, even if it was in a situation like this.

To fuel the fire, (Y/n) reached to tug on the red head’s roots and deepened the kiss by sliding her tongue to explore Tendou’s mouth. Small grunts were made by both parties and by the time their lips parted, a small string of saliva could be seen.

Ushijima did not take his eyes off his girl. She used to do that with him, she would give the best kisses, be it soft or heated ones just like what he witnessed in front of him. Everything he had slipped out of his grasp because of his own stupidness.

“Calm down Ushijima, it was just a kiss, no need to be dramatic.” His words backfired on him and now his mind was a complete mess. “Damn Wakatoshi-kun, I didn’t know your girl could kiss that good. If I knew, then I would have snagged her a long time ago” Tendou didn’t mean what he said, or maybe that’s what he wanted himself to believe.

“I gotta admit Satori, you’re kinda tasty, I couldn’t resist myself. I mean after all, it’s just a kiss. Nothing to get worked up about” She walked towards Ushijima with her head held high. She tilted her head and inched it towards his as if she was going to indulge him with a kiss.

A few inches before their lips could meet, she let out a small sarcastic smile “Oh sorry I almost forgot how dirty your lips became!” (Y/n) cocked her head to the side to take a good look at the captain of the girl’s volleyball team who was quiet all through out the encounter. “Oh and you, enjoy my sloppy seconds! Enjoy him all you want ‘cause he’s all yours now!” She smiled sweetly before turning around.

Wakatoshi couldn’t bear but grab her hand to stop her from leaving. She just gave a confused look “Huh, are you dense or are you just fucking dumb? We’re over fuckface. Oh sorry, I meant Ushijima”.

The captain cringed at the word and for once hated his family name. “It’s Wakatoshi. Please wait, let me explain!” His hand gripped hers even tighter and for Tendou, it was the last straw. 

“Hey cap, hands off. She’s not your girl anymore” “Wow, you really want me to spell it out for you, huh Ushijima-san? We’re done. I’m breaking up with you. I’m not your girlfriend anymore. There, what else should I say? God, you’re so fucking dumb!”

Tendou slung an arm around your shoulder and you gave a last glance to your now ex, back still facing him. “I quit being the strategist for both teams. Thet’s final. We gotta go. I hope I don’t see your faces around!” (Y/n) fully turned around and held up a hand to sign a goodbye.

“Thanks Satori, sorry about kissing you without asking you first. It was nice though” Tendou smiled at this, his friend was far stronger than he had ever imagined. 

It was not a good time but he still had to shoot his shot. “S-say (Y/n), wanna hang in my place. We can maybe uh... continue where we left off a while ago, or somethin” It was rare to see Tendou flustered and the look on his face right now was priceless.

A genuine hearty chuckle sang from (Y/n)’s mouth. “You sure you can handle me, big boy?” She teasingly traced his jaw with her finger. They linked pinkies and headed towards the Tendou household.

A bitter taste was left in Ushijima’s mouth. It was real, he really lost everything. His team would also be greatly affected by it. The worst part of it all, your pained, hurt face was sure to haunt him. He was the biggest idiot indeed. 

After losing their best strategist, they lost to Karasuno. On a brighter note, Tendou won something far better than anyone ever could. 

He found his paradise.

--

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

[justpevensies]

Golden

Blurb: It’s a Narnian summer ball and you are the envy of all... but there is only someone who is actually yours. Just yours. 

A/N: This is an idea I’ve had in my mind for a while and I wanted to finally write it. 

Warnings: none

{Part 2 of Golden can be read here: Part 2}

It was a glorious summer night. The sun was slowly beginning to set over the glistening eastern sea, there was an excitement circling Cair Paravel that no one could quite explain. It wasn’t just because it was the night of the summer ball, but everyone felt joyful, as if it were the first day of a holiday. There were smiles, loves and cheer to be seen everywhere.

You had certainly seen and felt all of those emotions today as you went about your duties in the castle. Being a royal advisor meant you were always at work but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t fun to be had. 

As you sat in your bedroom, you twiddled your fingers as you looked at the dress laid out on your bed. A moment of doubt entered your head as you begin to think if you should even go to the ball.

It was your first in Narnia - your first ever come to think of it - after you’d magically found yourself there a few months ago. The Pevensie Kings and Queens had been there for a year so they’d already experienced a fair share. 

You suddenly snapped out of it. No, I’m going. It’ll be wonderful.

You began to get ready, slipping into the dress that Susan and Lucy had gifted you a few days prior. “You need a beautiful dress, you’ll be the belle of the ball!” Susan’s words echoed in your mind. While impressing anybody wasn’t the exact principle of your night, you didn’t rule the intention out completely. 

~

As the sun began to set, the night began to sparkle. In the Great Hall of Cair Paravel, Narnian guests began arriving in their hundreds. The music was top volume, it was if eveyrone was gliding as they danced in rhythm. The hall was light with lanterns and glowing candlelight, it was like something from a dream. One by one, the 4 Kings and Queens entered - each receiving a cheer as they shone in all of their finery. Susan and Lucy looking gorgeous in gowns, while Peter and Edmund looked proud and etheral in their robes and crowns.

Eventually, you had made your way downstairs and took a deep breath before entering. 

An announcer at the door cried out: “Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

As you began to walk in, everyone’s attention turned to face you. As if in slow motion, there was a deafening cheer. People were smiling, applauding you, some jaws even dropped.

Your hair was free flowing and you almost glowed. Your golden dress fit perfectly and you had never felt more happier in your life. The smile spread across your face was real.

You walked up to the four thrones and fell into a deep curtsey. “Your Majesties” you said before you rose.

Susan and Lucy enveloped you in hugs while they were complimenting you. Peter came up and kissed your hand, bowing. However, Edmund, the Just King, was the last to come up to you. When he stood in front of you, your smile began to fall as you looked into his striking dark eyes.

What you didn’t know was Edmund’s heart was thumping in his chest. Ever since you had walked in, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. You were unlike anyone or anything he had ever seen. He couldn’t find words.

Realising that he had been quiet for too long, he looked at you and smiled. He was honest: “You look beautiful”. 

You struggled to hide your blush but you returned his smile with a polite “Thank you”. 

~

Time flew by that night. With each dance, everyone grew merrier, the music got louder and the cheers accompanied them. You were certain you wouldn’t feel your feet in the morning but you were more certain that there was never a time where you had been happier.

A few hours after your arrival, and many dances later, you realised that there was someone you hadn’t seen, spoken or danced with: Edmund. 

You peered through the crowds before spotting him standing in a corner, drinking from a goblet. Pushing through, it felt right to go and say hello - particularly because it was a king by himself at his own event. 

It wasn’t until you were right beside Edmund that he saw you. “Hello Ed” you panted with a small smile. (You’d grown accustomed to calling him “Ed” - he always loved it when you did). “What are you doing over here?”

“Just catching my breath” Edmund replied with a chuckle. You knew that was a cover-up. 

“Are you not enjoying the ball?” You inquired, wanting to know the real reason behind his absence. Edmund shook his head, sitting down his drink before quickly replying “Oh I am! Don’t worry about that.” You focused on him, feeling like there was more. 

“It’s just... I’m not the best with crowds” He confessed. “I can cope with them... but sometimes I need a break from socialising”. You focused on him again, sensing his vulnerability. You also glanced at his face, it wore an anxious expression and that made your heart sink. Edmund had been open to you about his feelings before but it always made you want to care for him even more.

You looked back the spinning flow of people in the middle of the hall before whispering: “What a shame because I would have asked you to dance”. Edmund turned and looked down at you, internally feeling disappointed that he couldn’t grant your request. While he was still looking, you turned and your eyes met.

Both of you stared, almost piercing each other’s hearts and minds, with an expression of true compassion. “But we could always dance outside” you suggested in a faint whisper.

Edmund faintly smiled before nodding. “I’d love that”.

~

Edmund had grabbed your hand and the two of you sneaked outdoors, onto the marble balcony overlooking the beach. The sun was beaming glorious rays, the sky was slowly fading from blue into pink and at that moment, it was if everything felt alright.

The music began to start again and the two of you readied yourselves. Edmund bowed before you, to which you giggled and curtsied to him in return. He took a step towards you and - as if in unison - both of your hearts began to pound. His hand slid around onto your lower back while you intertwined your fingers with his. 

The music began to play and together you moved as one. Neither of you had felt a connection like it, everything was perfect. 

When Edmund spun you to the music, you began to giggle before facing him and he greeted you with the marvellous grin. It was like you were made of the sun’s rays, made of star light, it was meant to be. 

Once you finished dancing, the two of you smiled before embracing each other in a hug. Giggling like two children, you looked at Edmund before he whispered:

“You’re so... golden”. He wasn’t talking about your dress or the sun rays that beamed on you. He was talking about your smile, your heart, your love. This moment, it was like gold - desired, rare, priceless.

And, in the golden sunset, you cupped his face and kissed him. Both of you knew then about one another truly felt - it was a golden moment indeed.

[zeta-in-de-walls]

Hey guys, I was having thoughts on the meta-side of the Dream SMP. Okay, so we know that Technoblade has done much of the scripting for this present arc, Tommy, Dream and Quackity have also done some in collaboration, presumably doing each of their own characters and motivations, and Tubbo and Fundy have also been involved too. Uh, this will be rambly as it’s a lot of unsorted observations.

Obviously these are my thoughts, and ideas purely based on my observations as a viewer but you can definitely tell that they’re all very aware of the fanbase and are likely very influenced by them. I could see this even in the Pogtopia arc where Tommy started reusing phrases before when debating ethics with Wilbur, eg ‘let’s lose as winners, not win as losers.’ or something along those lines and how Techno made a callback to his only universal language is violence speech in his wither monologue. 

But wow, the scripting is definitely becoming a lot more obvious in this new season of the SMP. Not a bad thing at all, by the way, it’s just a difference. Clearly they’ve gotten more detailed plans and are more ambitious with what they convey in minecraft, with more players taking inspiration from Wilbur after how well he executed it. It’s also the difference in how the various people write, I’m sure. 

Tommy and Tubbo have streamed the SMP for the longest and have very gradually evolved into the roleplaying and their respective approaches to it are very interesting. Tubbo’s streams are typically chill and usually involve him working on some sort of project - he’s very chaotic when with other people but is usually very reactionary when it comes to the roleplaying - doing most of his best stuff when bouncing off Tommy, or occasionally Quackity. On his own he doesn’t like to lead bits but is among the best at making other people’s bits work. Same with the RP! His character’s in a weird spot right now as the other writer’s seem to be writing him in quite an unflattering way and he doesn’t do solo, emotional performances all that much meaning he’s less sympathetic right now then he really should be. Like, Tommy garnered loads of sympathy during his exile as he gave a very expressive performance where Tubbo’s character also presumably feels very isolated and alone and he’s being manipulated by the people around him but he gives a lot less. This has made it easier for the audience to start siding more with Technoblade, the literal mass-murderer, over the traumatised kid who was manipulated into exiling his best friend and continues to face terrible choices with no good options.

 While I can of course make less meta theories on why Tubbo should be appreciated more and what it says he’s got no real support and is compartmentalising his problems, in the end it’s how his streams work. Tubbo does plot related streams, and he does streams where he simply vibes - and even in the serious streams, he can joke around and cheerfully lampshade the goofiness by doing things like joking about wanting a good review from Techno while kidnapping him - that stuff is priceless and does not fit into the melodramtic scripts but it adds so much to the SMP and why it is so much fun to watch. Tubbo’s really good at making content better! He’s not afraid to look ridiculous, he will also unapologetically avoid engaging in too much melodrama himself when he doesn’t feel like it. I consider his character highly underrated in the plot right now.

Tommy knows what he’s doing. Even before the roleplaying really took off, Tommy liked to play a character and lead bits and the SMP shifting in a more scripted direction suited him exceptionally well. Tommy focuses heavily on streams with lots of content, only rarely doing more chill stuff - especially more recently. He has always approached streams with a plan - but usually their extremely loose and he has said that he’d sometimes just come up with an idea 10 minutes before the stream and improvise from there. Tommy’s good at improvising and seems to work best with a very loose plan. Where I think Techno likely came up with the plan for Tommy to get exiled from L’Manburg and then join forces with him, Tommy likely filled in how to play his character and - wow.

Tommy’s writing seems to be incredibly simple - each exile stream had no major plot points or anything and the plans that are there don’t even make logical sense (let’s throw a party in one day and let’s invite everyone but have Dream not send out the invitations so no one shows up - and I’m going to do this even with Philza and Fundy literally in the call.) but Tommy pulled every one of them off very well and proved to be compelling enough that no one cared at all whether the plot made sense nor did Tommy make much effort to justify that sort of thing - ‘cause he knows how the SMP works and how much the audience will go along with it. And instead, Tommy focused entirely on his characterisation and spent all his time exploring it. That’s how Tommy works - very simple plans, then improv in character into an engaging bit. He’s managed to pull off the most ridiculous things like that, and has confidence that the other streamers will support it - that’s how he’s prepared to try insane things like pretending to be Clarencio the llama. And, like Tubbo, he’s always willing to throw for content. 

Then there’s Technoblade. He’s streamed the SMP a lot less - though he’s done so much more recently - but he’s spent a lot more time playing on the SMP, doing tons of grinding. He here for the RP but is also committed to playing the game itself very optimally. He seems to have a much larger view, taking in the bigger picture, of the story where Tommy has a very personal view. His approach to content is all about the fanservice. 

He’s always trying to create big epic, moments, that both look and sound awesome. Like the butcher’s army plotline which let him both seem like an underdog, a victim against a mean group, and also an incredible badass figure who outplayed them all and came out as victorious. The butcher’s army were really given an antagonists role there, and were really made to seem unlikeable. Then he met up with fan-favourite Tommy and suggested a team-up with him. (This is also leading to the ultimate fanservice that is the Sleepybois team-up.) Techno’s got a very, dry self-aware sens of humour too and he’ll often make simple meta observations about the SMP - like noting that the pacing’s fast or teasing in the chat in the middle of wars. He’s also made himself into a bit of a meme what with logging just to say his name and leave. 

I don’t know how much it’s just Techno of course, but the plot really seems to be heading in a direction that suggesting that Technoblade was Right. L’Manburg’s seeming corrupt, and Tommy is being seen as Theseus. At the time Techno first made the Theseus speech, I felt like the comparison seemed unfair - but now it’s like the plot itself has bent over to make the comparison make sense, and Techno’s one of the writers of the script. Techno also of course, prepared a vault to show Tommy so he could say ‘welcome home Theseus dramatically - total fanservice as fans were indeed talking about how cool saying a line would be, and then he absolutely did. The way Techno calls his viewers chatting as the voices in his head is also fanservice. It’s not like actually true, as Techno ignores the chat if they tell him information his character doesn’t know and meanwhile all the streamers interact with their chat too - so all chats have always been a part of the story and calling them canon is absolutely meaningless. Not a bad thing though - it is nice and makes the fans happy and makes them feel included. I don’t know if this sounds critical by the way - it’s not meant as such at all - all the streamers love engaging with the fandom, and Techno’s approach to giving lots of fanservice by providing so many epic moments is great. I just wanted to highlight it. 

And those were some meta thoughts on the SMP right now and its writing. I don’t really think I had a point or argument. I just wanting to make some observations and my impressions. If you’re curious I am course a Tommy fan first. I love how he’s evolved with the SMP most of all and I appreciate his character-driven storytelling. His main weakness is probably getting too into bits and going too far and it’s so nice that the SMP is a place where even his weaker ideas are supported rather than shut down. I like how he’s able to improv so well and simply how he streams. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I love Tubbo best when he’s with Tommy as they bring the best performances out of each other. I find Techno interesting as a contrast to both of them, as he approaches so many things in such a different way.