#fanfiction i guess

[avaelangel]

Parents weekend.

LiMoreau blurb. Really, really want Marie to meet Jordan's parents, but I do think we won't get that in the show.

Warnings: None? I don't think I went angsty enough, but I hope it's still enjoyable. Probably not proofread enough. Might fuck around and write more.

~3093 words.

''What the fuck?''

The light went out half-way to Jordan's room and Marie heard them curse from the end of the hall. She kept going, trying not to crush into anyone beside her now boyfriend, assuming by the voice she heard. Feeling for their slightly increased heartbeat, she reached out a hand to touch theirs.

''It's me,'' she heard a sigh and hands wrapped around her, ''What happened?''

''I'll find that electricity-wileding son of a bitch and kill him,'' the moment Jordan said that, light came back.

The looked at each other for a moment. Marie with casual, but growing tenderness, Jordan with worry that seemed to be easying up. They saw Marie blink out of something. She still was tracking their heartbeat, but also, thought like she stared too much.

''What's wrong?''

''What's up?''

They both huffed in annoyance, then laughed.

''I asked first,'' Marie smiled, her hands tightened around Jordan.

''Fuck,'' Jordan tugged her into their room, letting the door close with a bang. A hug became a bit broken, but Jordan still wanted to save it wrapping their arm around Marie's waist.

''The next weekend is the parents weekend,''

''Oh,'' Marie sort of glitched on that. She was lying to people about her parents, who obviosly would be ''too busy'' to visit. Guardian shit died down, so nobody would think to like...hire actors, right? But she said the other thing.

''Already?'' She pulled away to look at Jordan better, ''We should get you and Emma out of school,'' the conviction in her voice made Jordan smile.

''I have to talk to them, probably,'' Jordan sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. They started tapping their leg on the floor and switched, ''I haven't spoken to my dad since the gala,''

Marie's expertise on parent-child relationship started with what little memories she had of hers and promising to beat up Emma's mom. She didn't really know what to say, so she sat next to Jordan, offering them her hand to take.

''I can be there, if you want,'' Jordan took her hand, intertwining the fingers, ''I can beat you dad, if you want me to,'' Marie leaned in closer, whispering. Jordan snorted with laighter.

''As much as I would want you to try that, no. Not this time. Do you really want to meet them, though? Be a distraction, basically. From the fact that my dad would rather choke then call me at least his child, let alone his daughter,'' Jordan's jaw clenched. They looked at their tapping leg and forcibly stopped it.

''I don't mind being a distraction. I'll even fuck around and agree that we are getting married after graduation,'' Marie smiled at horror in Jordan's eyes, ''In like Norway,'' she shrugged with most grace she could master.

''You really expect me to freeze my ass off for you?'' Jordan's default settings popped back in, but they still laughed, ''I hope it won't get that bad,'' they glanced at Marie, ''I mean, with my parents.''

''It doesn't have to be bad,'' Marie squeezed their hand, ''We'll do what we supposed to do, charm them out prying in your life. Or we can pretend that you are dating Emma and make them talk to her when she's a size of a glass of water.''

''I am the only one who's going to be puking when my parents come,'' Jordan fell back on the bed, but did chuckle.

''I'll hold your hair then,'' she settled in next to them on her side, ''Even if metaphorically, I think both of your haircuts are pretty comfortable for puking,'' she enjoyed Jordan's silent fight against laughter.

''I haven't puked since my graduation, I think,'' Jordan softly knocked on Marie's shoulder with their forehead and let out a heavy sigh.

''How much do you have to drink to puke?'' Marie mused, while Jordan untangled their fingers from hers and pushed for her to end up on her back, almost kicking their girlfriend out of the bed. They quickly pulled her back, putting their head on Marie's shoulder. Jordan chose to ignore her giggles.

''You really don't want to be a witness to that,'' they murmured, clearly trying to hug their worries away, ''And don't ask Andre about things like that,'' Jordan's grasp on Marie's waist became stronger.

''Watch me,'' Marie wasn't going to ask Andre , not really, ''It's going to be okay. Hopefully, we won't have to drink ourselves stupid,'' she brushed Jordan's hair away from their eyes.

''It might be, but don't get your hopes up,'' Jordan huffed, closing their eyes, ''Thank you,'' they said with a sigh.

''Too early to thank me,'' Marie decided to drop the topic for now. There is still a week to prepare.

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The week passed rather quickly. On Tuesday Jordan's mom texted, saying that they do plan on visiting, but probably for one evening because of work. Some kind of errands to run in town. Texting with Marie at the same time, Jordan told their parents about having a ''special someone'' and allowed their mother to sugesst meeting that someone herself.

By Thursday a reservation for four was made in a very bougie restaurant. Marie became wary of it and doubted her choice of dress. Jordan assured her that there is no constriction. No need to be bougie back, just as normal as possible. It was getting windier outside.

Friday came. Marie knocked on Jordan's door an hour before they agreed to meet. When they opened the door, Marie made a pose, to show off her black turtleneck dress and a nice bag, courtesy of Emma. Black shiny boots boots with a safe heel were bought with her help too.

''Do I need a jacket?'' When Jordan kept staring, Marie felt the need to break the silence.

''No, we are taking my car,'' they sounded irritated, coming back to the desk with accessories spread out. Closing the door behind her, Marie looked over Jordan's shoulder curiosly.

''It's fucking stupid,'' Jordan mutters, picking a gold and black ring. Their burgundy shirt has a couple of buttons undone, favorite chain missing, ''I'm still trying to impress them,'' they stilled when Marie's hand wrapped around their arm.

''I should be the one to impress them, right?'' She asked in a soft voice, trying to make Jordan look at her. They let out a heavy sigh.

''You shouldn't be doing anything,'' Jordan glances at Marie and back at the desk, their fingers toyed with a two different couples of cufflinks.

''I'm already here and I'm not leaving you to explain to your parents that you for sure did not imagine having a girlfriend,'' Marie didn't see Jordan's soft smile when she picked up both kinds of cufflinks, making them choose between a silver circle with black centre and a small red-ish triangle surrounded by gold. Without words, Jordan chose the latter.

They watched Marie intently. Someone who didn't know them both, might have thought that it was a gaze of a hawk. But Jordan was trying to bottle up the moment in which Marie stepped ready to support them regardless. And how she confidently fumbled with the cufflinks, but still managed to get it right in seconds.

''Do you think I'm ungrateful?'' Jordan asked. After the gala, in the dark of their room and their thoughts, Jordan tried to understand what it was like for Marie before she got here. And how their bitching and moaning about parents being mean might sound to her.

''No!'' Marie, when she finally got it, exclaimed, ''No, don't even think about it like that,'' she held their arms at the elbow for some reason, ''After what you told me, what I've heard from Emma and Cate, I can say that bad parents can eat a bag of dicks,'' she raised her eyebrows in mock-annoyance, like she said the most obvious thing.

''But I won't say any of this tonight,'' Marie's fury calmed down and she let go of Jordan, who was trying not to smile too much.

''At least tell them your name first,'' they chuckled. A loose curl fell to their face and Marie brushed it back. She debated commenting on how romantic this hair style looked.

''Anything else I shouldn't tell them?'' Marie asked with some doubt.

''If you call me your 'partner', my dad might joke about us role-playing as cowboys,'' those words slipped with such ease, even Jordan's smirk didn't tell Marie anything about how true this statement was.

''What that phrase was? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?''Marie said it with as much feighed innocence as she could muster. Jordan, browsing their accessory spread, stifled a laugh, pursing their lips together.

''I have a cowboy hat,'' they had to take a breath. They chose a golden ring connected with a delecate chain bracelet with another chain. Marie didn't understand at first that Jordan was offering it to her. So she gave them her hand.

In thickened silence, Jordan slowly slid cool metal onto Marie's palm, the ring fitting her perfectly. They wouldn't accept it back later.

''Never took you as a gold person,'' she murmured, glancing down at the desk.

''Oh, right,'' Jordan held her hand, bracelet already on, ''When I met Luke, he got his first brand deal with some mildly luxury jewelry brand. Took away as much as they let him. Gave it to all of us. Since then I've been giving gold a chance,'' their eyes met. Marie felt a sting of guilt, but also was happy to see them remember Luke fondly.

''Come,'' Jordan pulled her a bit so they both could fit in a mirror. Their squinted gaze examined both oufits. They even put their hands in pockets of their trousers. Then Jordan held one hand on Marie's waist and switched.

''We look good,'' Marie broke the silence, ''Very privileged,'' that did bring out a small chuckle out of Jordan. They made a mental note that Marie should never find out how easy it is for her to make them smile. Too much power.

''Yeah,'' now they had to look up a bit at her, ''Would you mind some redder lipstick?''

''I'm so smearing it all over you,'' Marie gave Jordan a chaste kiss and smiled. This is the best threat Jordan Li would ever face.

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When they pulled up to the restaurant, Marie got worried and glanced at Jordan, who was nervous the whole way here.

''Relax,'' Jordan sighed.

''You relax!'' Marie's defensiveness quickly faded and they both laughed.

Not a lot of things truly matter here, beside supporting Jordan and trying to have a nice evening. Marie already blended in once, she can to it again. And her and Jordan still can cling to each other, like they could not do yet back then.

Jordan's parents already waited in a far away booth. The restaurant itself was politely chattering. Every single person busy with their plate or partner at the table. Easy and calm. Marie squeezed Jordan's hand harder, mapping out options she could order here, eat and still hold up the conversation withour getting distracted.

The initial meeting went well. A burst of laughter and hands shaking, slightly awkward introducing each other another time. Everybody sat down and enjoyed a pause while the waiter was giving out the menus.

''So, Marie,'' Kayla started, looking at her child and their girlfriend over the menu, ''What was your first impression was of Jordan?''

''Did he try to kiss you too?'' Paul chimed in. It broke the softness of the first question.

''Well,'' Marie glanced at Jordan and smiled, watching them avert their eyes in embarassment, ''Jordan actually rejected me from a the course I wanted to do. And I was a fan,''

''Oh, that's a love story,'' Jordan's mom really seemed delighted by that, ''And let me guess, everything just fell into place?''

''Oh, yeah,'' Marie got a bit too excited for that answer, ''Jordan couldn't hate me for too long!''

''Even though it was very tempting,'' they remarked, allowing everybody at the table to see their smile.

''Did you hit him for that?'' Jordan's dad sounded a bit too giddy for this.

''No, I only hit people who make Jordan upset,'' Marie did her best to sound like she was joking. Her smile was polite despite Jordan trying stifle a laugh in the background.

The conversation moved towards the dishes and drinks. Some lies were spewed by Marie, like the one about drinking. She had enough beers already amongst friends and, apparently, drunk her head off at a party. She also lied about not having allergies, because frankly, she didn't know or remember. So she ordered a seafood pasta and supressed an urge to whisper to Jordan something along the lines of ''If I die, I'm sorry,''.

''We can switch,'' As if they read her mind, Jordan winked at Marie.

''I can certainly see what Jordan likes in you, Marie,'' Kayla said, taking the kids out of intimate haze.

''Yes, your actions speak for themselves,'' it sounded more wrong that it actually was, coming from Paul's mouth.

''There is a lot of us at God U. Next Guardian or Protector, whatever, is right around the corner. I just don't want anybody to get hurt,'' remembering the interview, Marie felt awful, gripping the side of her chair.

''I was fascinated by Marie's powers first, to be honest,'' Jordan straightened out, their fingers touched Marie's, ''Then, I had to come to an understanding that all of Marie is fascinating,'' they even sighed with dismay.

''To your absolute chagrin,'' Marie really hoped she used that random word she manage to remember right. She will get teased about it later.

''Just a little bit of chagrin,'' Jordan will never forget it.

''What do you like in Jordan?'' Paul asked. His and Jordan's whiskey glasses were identical.

''Oh, many things,'' Marie took a sip of her colorful icey-looking coctail. Nobody was sure it wasn't alcoholic, ''There isn't another Jordan, I think. No one can be that strong and resilient, but also loving and...,'' she had to take a breath, ''breathtaking, really. I like all of Jordan. Every single thing,''

There was silence. Kayla did bless Marie with an ''Aww'', but Jordan leaned in, kissing her cheek.

''You just HAD to outdo me on this,''

The food came and conversaiton flowed towards simpler things. Jordan did their best to stir it away from the topic of Marie's past. Marie, in turn, filled every opportunity for a story of Jordan's childhood to be repeated with her own anecdote about shenanigans at Godolkin. She even offered a memory with her sister, the one where her and Annabeth experimented with food as little kids, as a sacrifice to a nice evening. It kind of worked.

It was very hard to fight off offering of desert. Even with Marie's curiosity to try a fancy desert, between her pasta and Jordna's ravioli, they both were super stuffed. Kayla insisted on choosing something for them to take home, maybe eat in the morning and think of her and Paul. That struck a chord with Marie.

She tried to sort out her feelings during the evening. There was something stilted about the conversation, everybody hid some parts of them, but also really wanted to enjoy what they could show. The saddest part of it. Truth will come out behind closed doors, in half-lit rooms and with hushed voices.

''Thank you so much,'' Marie smiled and held Kayla's cold hands in hers, ''I would never thought to go here,'' she never would have known this place existed.

''Thank you, It was so great to meet you,'' The woman leaned in closer, ''I know I'm glad Jordan has someone to support him at God U,''

Marie nodded, still smiling. She glanced back at Jordan, who was talking about something with their dad. Everything seemed somewhat fine. Wishful thinking almost made Marie will Jordan to switch and for the dad to hug them in the form he's refusing to accept. But the boys shook hands and Jordan turned, noticing that Marie was looking.

''You are staring,'' they chuckled, swinging an arm around Marie's shoulders.

Paul's car got brought out first and after many almost hearfelt goodbyes, they left. Marie and Jordan stood in silence for a few minutes, huddling together for warmth.

''You mom has low blood pressure,''

''I'll let her know,''

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The alarm clock showed 2:54 am. Only one lamp was lighting entirety of Jordan's room.

''That's it, I'm done,'' Marie abandonded the spoon next to the pistachio tiramisu and raised her hands. Giggling like a desert gremlin, Jordan took the rest of it for themselves.

''We probably should bring the macarons to Emma. And hide Emma,'' they remarked, taking another bite.

''Yeah. I should pay her at least in sweet stuff for her help. I still mostly use her make up,'' Marie nodded, glancing at the bag from the restaurant on the desk.

''You can use mine, you know,'' Jordan forgot about their tiramisu, the spoon softly touching their lips, ''Whatever suits you, I mean,''

''Let me guess,'' she moves closer and puts her head on their lap. After coming back, her and Jordan found their oldest and biggest hoodies to wear to bed, pants be gone, ''you have a really steady hand when it comes to stuff like eyeliner?''

''I have you know, I have a perfectly steady hand when it comes to everything,'' there wasn't another answer she could have expected from Jordan. They put their head on Marie's shoulder, their curls falling freely.

''Will you be able to sleep after this?'' Marie tapped the side of desert container.

''After knowing my parents are actually happy for me because of something beside of school? Barely,'' their hand found Marie's wrist.

''I meant the sugar and coffe,''

''Oh. there's barely any. I think,'' Jordan sat up straighter, looking at the container, as if it had the ingredient list, ''Lady fingers soaked in coffee, but cream is...''

''It's time to sleep, smartass,'' with a great effort, Marie dragged herself from the bed, took away the container, closed it and turned to Jordan, ready to bully them into cuddling.

But Jordan was already shuffling under the covers. Deciding not to say anything else, she turned off the lamp and climbed into the bed with them.

''I am smart and I do have a good ass,'' Jordan murmured, putting their head on Marie's shoulder. Her silent laugh made them smile too.

Sleep was sweet and sound untill Emma's distress signal came in few hours later.

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I'm making a cursed fan VN

[chizups]

Though having less attention from The Father felt at times like being forgotten and lonely, Blissed Wisp managed to conjure a relationship with the overseer of Henbane River region, Faith.

Youngest of Seeds had duties of her own, but it barely distracted her from spending time with an angel, which eventually led to Faith falling in love with Wisp. An innocent feeling that pushed her to steal a kiss from an angel with a child-like giggle and smile. Felt like a mischief and so was called by Joseph too, when Faith told him what she did.

He could be furious on the inside, but outside maintained his calm and mentoring attitude as always. Mostly anxious, thinking that Faith's actions could've offend his angel in some way... Yet she answered to his worries with a blissed smile

"She only laughed so softly, lips like flower petals, did you know?. And mentioned you! She said, you can get jealous, but really, Father, you have nothing to worry about. She is indeed an angel. She loves us all, just like you do..."

The mention of angel's lips awoke a thought in Joseph's mind, which he might've had before, but never let it sit in his head for long: that ghostly figure of The Wisp was a beautiful woman... A woman so special, whom he was talking to for so many years, that chose him to show her the world as he saw it, that believed in him and followed his, really a mere human's, word for so long despite having the power to disagree with him and go against. A woman that he now ignored. And a woman that Joseph suddenly wanted so much now, when he knew that she's getting attention from someone else.

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What if skk got caught in a bank holdup

A random idea/fanfiction by me.

Inspired by: the shower (truly, it's a magical place)

Because like, imagine, will you, that Dazai goes to the bank on his day off after payday, possibly looking to get some new bandages, and who should he come across but Chuuya, who is there to take out some money from a totally legitimate Port Mafia account. They'd probably bicker for a minute, Dazai would find at least three ways to insult the mafioso, who would then shout back at him, only to have everyone else in the bank shoot them strange looks, so he then resorts to whisper shouting. Until suddenly, the doors burst open, and in rushes five men with guns blazing, their faces obscured by masks. "This is a hold up!" they declare. Three of them usher all the bankgoers to one wall, forcing them to sit down quietly. And of course, if any of them try to call the police, they'd really get it. The other two deal with the clerks, getting them to open the vault, and no one gets hurt.

Meanwhile, Dazai and Chuuya are watching this play out with mild amusement. After one of them sticks a gun in Dazai's face and tells them to move it, they share a shrug and walk to the wall, plopping down criss-cross applesauce. The patrons are shaking. Some of them are crying, some are praying. Dazai folds his arms behind his head and leans back against the wall, suppressing the urge to yawn. Chuuya takes the opportunity to munch on a granola bar and observe the robbery with vague interest.

With his eyes closed, Dazai asks... "so...are you going to stop them, or...?"

"Nah," Chuuya answers between bites. "I haven't eaten much all day, so..." He turns to Dazai. "What about you? Aren't you the detective here?"

"Yeah, but it's my day off now. I don't want to work."

"Yeah, yeah, definitely know the feeling."

"Hey, you two!" shouts one of the thieves watching the hostages. "Be quiet!"

"Sorry." Neither of them sound particularly apologetic. They sit for a few more minutes. Dazai yawns and stretches. Chuuya finishes his granola bar. Nothing changes.

"What's taking them so long?" Chuuya mutters. He's starting to get annoyed. "Some of us have things to do, you know."

"This is actually really pathetic," comments Dazai. "We could have gotten double the money and been halfway back to the base by now, gone before the police even knew there was a threat."

"And we'd never do it like this," agrees the mafioso. "This is too loud, and it's got no class."

"Right? It's like begging for the police to come. And besides, this whole hostage situation is thin as paper. If they really wanted to intimidate people, they should have shot someone by now, prove they're serious."

"Those guns probably aren't even loaded."

"Honestly, this whole set up is awful. Truly amateurish."

"This whole thing would be much smoother if we did it. Maybe we should help them, just so they can get their money and leave the rest of us alone."

"That-"

"Hey!" shouts the same guard again. He points at Dazai, then at Chuuya. "What did I say about talking?! If you don't shut up-"

"No, you're doing it wrong," Dazai informs him.

"I...what?"

"If you really wanted to intimidate us, you should have fired off a warning shot, at the very least. Even if you're too coward to actually shoot a person, at least don't make it so obvious the thing's not even loaded."

Beads of sweat drip down the thief's face. "Huh?"

"And could you tell your friends there to hurry up?" adds Chuuya. "They're going to be caught at this rate. Obviously, the clerks are stalling. They're probably sticking in the lowest bills they have to give the bags some weight. It would be way more efficient to have one guy guarding the clerks and two of you doing it yourself."

"Just figure out the accounts with the most in them and take from there," Dazai suggests, standing up. "You'll get more and faster like that."

Chuuya rises as well. Now, the other two thieves who were supposed to be guarding the hostages come to back up their friend, pointing their guns directly at their heads. Dazai frowns.

"Hold on a second, can I see that? Thanks." He reaches out and grabs the nearest thief's gun, and before he even has a chance to protest, he opens up the magazine and shakes it.

"See? Empty. Would it really have been so hard to even find one bullet to put in there?"

From behind their masks, the burglars begin to panic. The public, now aware they're being held up by nothing, stand up angrily.

"And look!" Chuuya strides over behind the counter, where the clerks are supposed to be filling up bags with money. He takes one out of a male's clerk's hand and dumps it out on the floor. "All 1,000 yen bills. If you had just paid more attention, you could have made off with much more. And, now the police are coming."

Indeed, the sound of wailing sirens gets louder and louder. The thieves glance at each other. With a single nod, they turn on their heels and run.

"Not so fast!" All of the former hostages block the door. The thieves freeze, turning to Dazai fearfully. He shrugs.

"That's what happens when you don't back-up your claims. This is due to your own stupidity."

The public manages to easily restrain the thieves until the police arrive to take them away. As they're being dragged out, Dazai and Chuuya merely watch with their arms folded, shaking their heads and muttering to themselves.

"Disgraceful."

"What a sloppy job."

"Embarrassment to all criminals, really."

"Can't believe I had my time wasted with this crud."

"Hopefully, they'll do better next time."

"Yeah. If you're going to hold up a bank, at least do it well."

After the thieves are taken away, the police ask Dazai and Chuuya about what happened, since everyone says that they're the ones who stopped them. They answer with vague statements that amount to nothing, and leave the bank before they have to get more involved.

Neither of them speak much, each caught up in his own memories from the past. Eventually, Dazai decides to head back to his apartment, though not without giving one good jarb on Chuuya's height. In the end of the day, he supposed he did stop them. Well, as long as it didn't have to count as work-

The next day, both Chuuya and Dazai were required to make a report on the matter.

End.

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Noah

So some of you showed an interest in my Sleep Token OC Noah, so here is a little piece I wrote about them.

As always a disclaimer, that I'm not a particularly good writer and English is not my native language. If you choose to read, I hope you enjoy a glimpse into Noah's story.

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A tall silhouette, their face covered by a big black hood, was sitting on the windowsill looking up at the night sky, listening to the quiet strumming of a bass and the tuning sounds of a guitar.

"It still sounds off." They said in a monotone voice.

"I know!" The guitarist said with mild annoyance in his voice. He'd been trying to tune the sound for a while but somehow the guitar didn't want to cooperate tonight.

"He's messing with you!" The bassist said pointing up at the windowsill. But he wasn't pointing at the black hooded silhouette but at a small black silhouette sitting next to them. A black void in the vague shape of a cat, six yellow eyes glistening in amusement.

"Sleep you...!" IV said but bit his tongue before he could utter an insult. Insulting an ancient deity, that he owed all that he had, was certainly a bad idea.

The cat laughed a throaty laugh that could only be described as otherworldly. He jumped on the lap of the black figure and closed his eyes, while a pale hand started to stroke his fur.

Sleep wasn't a cat. None of them really knew what he actually looked like. While he was around them, he liked to take on the forms of animals, a black cat seemed to be his favourite. No matter how much he messed with them, they couldn't really be mad at a little fluffball after all.

The hooded figure smiled in amusement. An invisible smile, since nobody could see it. Even when their face wasn't covered by a big hood and a mask covering their mouth, nobody could see it. They made sure to never show emotion on their face. Emotions were a burden and Noah didn’t want to be a burden.

"Hey Noah!" III said, putting away his bass. The hooded figure tilted their head looking down at the bassist. Noah was their name, their new one at least. They didn't remember their old name. It was part of their deal with Sleep but they didn't care. A name didn't mean much to them.

"I've been meaning to ask for a while... how did you become one of us?" III said.

IV put his guitar down. "I've been wondering the same actually. You're one of us but... we don't really know anything about you."

One of us, they said. A vessel for this deity they called Sleep. The very same curled into a ball on their lap, pretending to be asleep.

Whoever followed Sleep and spread his message, was promised glory but Noah didn't want that. They were different from the other vessels in this aspect, all Noah wanted was peace and to belong. Belong somewhere.

Noah looked at the cat. Did they belong here? They still weren't sure.

"I... it's not exactly a happy story." Noah said quietly.

III and IV looked at each other and then nodded up at Noah, to signal they were willing to listen.

Noah slid back their hood, exposing their ghostly white expressionless face, with the dark circles under their pale blue-green eyes, which indicated some sleepless nights. Their long wavy white hair ruffled from the friction of the fabric.

They glanced around the room, with III & IV looking expectedly at them, and the drummer II curled up in a corner of the room soundly asleep. After they made sure there weren’t more ears listening in, they started talking.

"Before I was Noah, I was... lost. I guess, I've been lost all my life really. No purpose, no ambition, nowhere to belong. I tried..." they said, their monotone voice quivered slightly. "I tried to fit in. I tried to give myself purpose but in the end, I gave up. I've found myself at the edge of an abandoned building. It was raining, thunder was roaring. I remember it spooked me so much, I almost slipped over the edge... This is what I wanted anyways but in that moment I was scared. I was prepared to die but... at the same time... I was scared to die. Isn't that funny?" Noah chuckled, forgetting to maintain their expressionless face.

III and IV’s eyes widened and they shared a concerned glance. They didn't seem to think it was funny.

"Well... I was cowering before the edge. I was soaked, I was cold, I was scared, I was screaming but all I heard was the thunder and the splashing of raindrops around me." Noah looked up at the sky. There was no rain. It was a clear starry night, the moon shining brightly down on them.

"As I was cowering there, I heard a voice. It was strange, I couldn't even hear my own screams but I could hear him crystal clear. Such a beautiful voice. He just stood there, holding an umbrella over my shivering body. I thought, what's an umbrella gonna do now, I was already soaked to the bones." They laughed in genuine amusement.

"I sat up and looked at him. He was just as soaked. His hood was stuck to his head, the rain washed away most of his body paint and his white mask looked like it was crying. It was such a bizarre sight."

IV chuckled at the thought of a completely soaked Vessel.

"I bet he looked like a sad wet cat!" III said and they all heard a snort from the corner where II was sleeping. Caught eavesdropping, the drummer sat up and the four of them shared a small laugh, before Noah continued.

"He offered me his hand and for some reason I took it. He dragged me into the building and we sat there in silence for I don't even know how long, until I heard him speaking." Noah pointed at the cat on their lap, still pretending to be asleep but Noah could see his ears twitching, listening to everything.

"He was speaking through Vessel and offered me what I desired the most and... I accepted. Giving away my name and identity seemed like a little price to pay. Not having to be myself, actually seemed like a welcome bonus to me."

"If you gave away your name, how come you’re called Noah now?" II asked.

Noah shrugged. "No idea. Vessel gave me that name… I don’t really know why."

"What did you desire most?" IV asked.

"I..." Noah said, immediately getting interrupted by squeaking hinges of a door being opened.

Vessel stood in the doorframe, looking around. "Did anyone see... Oh! Did I interrupt something?" He said, taking in the scenery.

"Noah is telling us how they became a vessel." III said.

They couldn't see it but Noah sensed that he furrowed his forehead. He pursed his lips, seeming to remember.

"You don't need to share." He said to Noah.

They shook their head. "It's ok." Vessel didn't seem to believe, it was ok. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

"So... what I desired... I wanted peace and a place to belong. Now I'm at peace when I listen to Vessel... to all of you really." Noah felt a bit bashful to admit. They tried so hard to come off as reserved and independent but they loved to be surrounded by the other vessels and their beautiful melodies. Noahs facade started to crumble the more they talked. They were afraid of being a burden and to lose this peaceful existence.

Noah took a quick glance at Vessel, his face seemed to soften behind the mask.

They continued "I'm not sure if I belong here but... it feels the closest to home I've ever felt. I guess Sleep somehow has the ability to bring good people together." Noah saw how the cat smiled. Sleep might be a trickster and selfish, sometimes even cruel, but he had saved them. Vessel had saved them. They all had.

"Even if I serve you no purpose, I hope you continue to accept me."

Sleep stood up and took a big stretch. "Your purpose is very simple!" He said, his six glowing eyes glistening in amusement. "It's following and worshipping me, which you can only do alive!"

III and IV rolled their eyes.

Vessel stepped up to the windowsill and took one of Noahs hands. It was just as warm and comforting, as in the night, he had saved them.

"Your purpose is being alive!" He said to them and maybe also a little to himself.

III and IV also came closer "You always have a place to belong with us!"

Noah hasn't cried since that night but they just might, overwhelmed by the warmth of the people standing before them.

II heaved himself on the windowsill next to them and put a comforting hand on their shoulder. "You’re allowed to be yourself, you know? None of us ever bought your cool loner shtick anyways!"

Noah stared at him dumbfounded and they all burst out laughing.

A bit later everyone said their good nights and went to sleep. When everything was quiet Noah snuck out and sat down in a field of wildflowers behind the mansion. They looked up at the sky again, their face hurting from laughing so much.

"I knew I’d find you here, you insomniac!" Vessel sat down next to them.

"As if you are any better!" Noah rolled their eyes. Vessel put down his mask next to him and looked up at the sky too. "I like this authentic version of you better." He grinned.

Noah glanced at his side profile, his unmasked face a rare sight, even amongst themselves.

"Hey can I ask you something?" They said.

Vessel closed his eyes and sprawled himself out on the field. "Go ahead."

"Why Noah? Why not just vessel xy?" This question has been bugging them for a while.

Vessel remained quiet for a while and Noah thought he might be sleeping but then opened his eyes and asked "Do you know what Noah means?"

They shook their head.

"Well as with most things, there’s more than just one meaning but one of them is peace. I wanted to give you what you desired, your name is my promise to you."

Noah nodded slowly and hid their face from Vessel’s vision. They didn’t want him to see the stream of tears running down their face. But their shaking back and choked up sounds exposed them anyways.

Vessel didn’t say anything but he hummed a comforting melody until the tears eventually disappeared behind heavy lids and a welcoming darkness offered it’s embrace. Noah thought that their sad story eventually got a good ending after all. "This is not the end, it is just the beginning!" They heard Sleeps strange voice in their head, before their conscious dwindled away.

Dumb lil bonus:

The next morning Noah felt like they were chewed up and spit back out by some monster. Their bones hurt and their vision blurry behind swollen eyes.

The vessels were all sitting at the table eating breakfast together. Only Vessel and Noah were absentmindedly staring at their plates. The Espera ladies chuckled glancing at them and II was sighing in exasperation.

"What’s up with them?" III asked in confusion.

"These two idiots fell asleep outside on the field and…"

"ACHOO!" Vessels loud sneeze echoed through the dining room. IV looking in disbelief as snot landed on his plate.

"They’re sick!" II sighed.

[illyrilex]

KOFtober Prompt #4: Character(s) in Blue (Uncensored)

*** TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF HARM ***

I hc that Mary developed some very unhealthy coping mechanisms after her father and Butch were killed. Here she is struggling with lots of blues so that it fits the prompt.

[valenceasimov]

every fifth fanfiction online in a nutshell

woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic

[paintedcrows]

Revelations - Little peek at a longer continuation to my Stan & Bill accidental internet buddies comic!

After the reveal, Stan initially doesn't want to tell Ford his (former) internet best friend was Bill Cipher, because he doesn't want him to worry. Stan later doesn't want to tell Ford because he (and Bill) would rather die.

[awkwardac]

When I was younger (like 6-8 years ago) I use to make a lot of fanfiction of Transformers. I haven't written in a long time though.

Since I'm currently hyperfixation on the Tank Girl movie, I might write some stuff too. Let me know if anyone has opinions on this lol

[ukiyoebirds]

Dreadwing did not, in fact, understand the assignment.

Megatron is ringmaster of a clown circus and only Soundwave went to a professional clown college.

May need to click on the image for better resolution.

Joke workshopped with @krazycat6167

[sparklingcurepeace]

Tbh, if I was more committed to my writing, I'd be doing this quite often, lol.

when a character is written inconsistently because nobody thought about it that hard and you're like it's time for me to get in there.. and think about it that hard

[sharlinefreire]

sometimes what you need to get out of a deep depression is to start shipping a fictional couple that encourages you to read fanfiction until 3 am.

[chizups]

While Faith only stole a light kiss from her angelic friend, Joseph being a men and himself soon grew a desire for so much more. But that faint fear of offending Wisp didn't fade away. Thoughts about her hands he now missed and her body he never really touched ran through Joseph's head. Imagination going wild led to sinful fantasies of skin on skin, them interwinding not only with their memories, but bodies too... Oh, the scenes on his mind. Too sweet to be allowed. So Joseph tried to forget.

Meanwhile Blissed Wisp, once able to sense this desire of The Father, was filled with a hopeful feeling of reaching not only Joseph's mind but his heart too. But as he did not allow himself to even think about his angel in this way, she stopped herself from making any moves as well. And nothing between them was easy.

A common sense told both of them that their connection became so natural, anything is allowed as long as it was mutual. But emotional response wasn't as hopeful and positive.

Feeling like he deserved to be with such woman Joseph would take one step towards his angel, yet unsure of the purity of his own intentions right after he'd take one or two back, restraining himself and take a blame for sinful desires. Blissed Wisp on the other hand, saw herself as an unsuitable partner for, albeit an important, but still just a human. And Joseph taking steps back now and again only strengthen her beliefs as she imagined in reality Father wanted little to do with her as a woman.

This back and forth resulted in Blissed Wisp holding a bit of a grudge against Joseph, who now had to earn her forgiveness. Would be a minor argument of two people so close to each other if not for one of them possessing the strength to snap another's jaw...

"I regret being afraid of my desires"

[sunsburns]

guess

smut 18+, age gap, fem reader, underwear fixation

logan howlett loves to swear up and down that he’s too old to mess around with a pretty young thing like you. you’re out of his league in everything you do, from the way you can get up early in the morning and stay out late at night, stumbling back into your apartment in a fit of giggles, humming the last song that played at the club you were returning from.

he acts like he doesn’t notice, and he acts like you don’t exist. but the moment you bumped into him in the laundry room it’s been hard to ignore you.

it was wade who’d introduced the two of you to each other when he was giving logan the grand tour of the apartment complex, and they’d run into you while you were unloading a drier, tossing your clothes into a basket.

you in your tiny shorts and tight tank top, one earbud in and the other dangling by your chest. he tried hard not to stare, especially when you slowly straightened yourself up, holding your basket of clothes to your side, hair messy and sticking to your face a little bit.

it was hot in the laundry room, hell, the whole fucking building felt like a furnace now that the a.c. refused to work in the peak of summer.

but there you were, wide smile and open arms when wade shoved logan in your direction. you didn’t take it personally when he merely grunted at you, a slight nod to his head as a greeting. to logan’s surprise, your lips curled as you looked up at him, and you stared up at him like he was some kind of tree you wanted to climb.

no shame about it either.

logan’s eyes were drawn to your basket as wade spoke, retelling the whole story of how the two of you became ‘neighbour besties’, as he had put it. how you helped wade keep up with the ‘youngsters’, as he called them.

no, logan was too busy staring at a lacy black pair of panties sitting at the top of your basket. pretty little thing, pretty little bows to adorn it.

he slowly tore his eyes away from them and looked at you, then down to your hips where he could see your bright pink underwear, peaking out from the denim.

and maybe, in a dream or two, he imagined what those cute pink ones looked like in full. how it would be like to push you against your door before you could even unlock it, unbutton your shorts and dig his hands into them just to feel the soft fabric of your pretty pink underwear, soiled and ruined from how wet you were with want.

but for now, he’d have to do with the black lacy ones, he almost didn't want to take them off. running his hands over the fabric, grinning when your back arches against the bed, a little desperate, way too needy.

you’ve soaked them, all ruined just from him touching you, from the way his teeth teased you, pulling at the bows, running his nose over your clothed pussy.

logan hooked his fingers over the fabric at the center, pulling it to the side, tongue poking into your cunt, drawing out a whine from you. with an open mouth, he pulled back to see your slick, coated lips with a satisfied grunt.

logan pulled them back just to stare. fuck, they were so pretty. you were so pretty just sitting under him, in nothing but those pretty panties. yeah, logan might be old, but he can keep up for a night.

[frownyalfred]

I'm seeing a lot of "ugh, so we can't even criticize fic authors anymore?" posts popping up on here and the ao3 subreddit and I just want to say, for the record: No one's saying you can't criticize (fanfic) authors publicly. They're saying it's rude and antithetical to positive fandom experience. And, yes there's a difference.

If this website was a conference and I had just spent a whole afternoon listening to a presentation on [unpopular fic trope] and after that was done, I got up on stage and very publicly told the audience that [unpopular fic trope] was illogical and anyone who writes it is woefully misinformed and should be banned from writing [relevant character], that would in fact be a dick move.

"But the canon character would never--" it doesn't matter. You're shouting down the hall at the person who just happily did a whole seminar on their OOC version of that character. "But I don't like that the author chose to make them--" good, you're well-acquainted with your likes and dislikes, time to find another fic.

We all run into fics and interpretations we don't like. But there's a huge difference between loudly talking about it on Tumblr where the author can see it, and just venting in a private discord or other group. Also, gentle reminder that this is a hobby for most writers and something they do purely because they enjoy it. Stop being massive dicks just because you feel entitled to a certain flavor of fanfiction you will probably be chasing until the Reformation of Krypton.

[ilyberrymuch]

you can also put in the tags how old you were, again im nosy lol