#figured i should post this now since i'm about to leave and be gone for most of the day!!!

[minh907]

Accidentally.

Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader.

Here is your request @sambi96

I apologize if it's not to your liking ;-; This topic is quite difficult for me….Hope you can enjoy this.

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It started out like any other normal day, or at least it should have.

You were used to being the reliable person behind the scenes, the calm and collected one when chaos ensued. After all, you were used to hunting monsters, dealing with the occasional portal malfunction, and cleaning up after Jinwoo's shadow army, so a little weirdness here and there didn't faze you.

But then, this.

Your unmistakable feeling of cool, fresh sheets wrapped around you had woken you up. But when you opened your eyes and looked down, you saw something that caused you to sit up, pounding heart.

Somewhere your chest was now gone and it was replaced with something more muscular and toned.

"Wait. What?" you muttered, your eyes glancing quickly towards the mirror. There was no mistaking it.

It was Jinwoo's face.

"NO WAY."

Your hands fly straight to your thick, dark, perfectly styled hair. You tug at it in disbelief before glancing down at your abs? Your midsection is completely different. Firm, strong muscles where you were used to softness.

Then the final bombshell hits when your phone vibrates on your nightstand. You grab it, staring at the screen with wide eyes. A single text from a very familiar contact.

🖤: Arent you? In my body.

You: WHAT TF DID YOU DO JINWOO?!?!?!?

🖤: It's not me. I woke up and screamed because I have boobs now. So, thanks for that trauma.

You run your hands through your hair in frustration. "How did this-?"

The text continues.

🖤: I don't know what kind of weird dungeon magic this is, but somehow it's your fault. And I refuse to deal with it alone.

You: What did I do? I didn't sign up for this! You've somehow cursed me!

🖤: Maybe you should have thought twice before teasing me about my coffee addiction.

You roll your eyes. "That was months ago."

The next few hours passed in a frantic rush to find a solution. But no matter how much you thought, it was useless. All you knew was that Jinwoo was now in your body, and you were stuck in his.

And, of course, your first instinct was to get revenge on him. After all, Jinwoo had a pretty high tolerance for nonsense, so you could only imagine what it would be like for him in your body.

You decided to have a little fun first.

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Jinwoo's first day in your body was bad.

He stumbled along, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar weight of your figure. The lack of his usual bulk was difficult, and he had to find a way to wear your shoes - literally - since you weren't really into bulky combat boots. He had to endure and wear heels, the kind you insisted were 'fancy' when you went out. But as soon as he took a few steps, he was cursing loudly.

"How the hell am I-ugh!" He muttered to himself, "I'm going to trip and break my neck." He moved clumsily around the house, and you could tell his discomfort. It was quite amusing, to be honest.

But you weren't done yet.

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Payback Time.

You had a plan. The first step was to invade Jinwoo's perfect life. You needed to leave your mark.

First: Glitter Bomb.

You took a small packet of glitter and carefully sprinkled it into his hair.A little here, and a little there too. By then, it would be too late, and he wouldn't notice until a while later.

"Perfect," you grinned. He was going to go crazy when he saw this.

Second: Selfie Incident.

The next step was a little more devious. You snapped a quick selfie-one strategically taken at your most playful, 'flirty' angle. You even pouted a little for the camera.

#FeelingMyself #TooHotToHandle, you posted online.

You laughed as the notifications flooded in. You don't care about the comments, it's all about Jinwoo's reaction.

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When you see him later in the day, he's texting someone about an 'urgent mission'. But then, his eyes turn to you. His face goes from calm to completely confused. He stares at his phone and then back at you.

"Why you…" He stammers "Why do you look like that?"

You look at him with intense eye contact. "What, you don't like it? This is your new look. You should try it out."

He blinks a few times, clearly at a loss for words. "This is…"

And then he understands.

Immediately, he runs his hand through your (his) hair, fingers suddenly running through each strand in a sudden panic.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" His voice is shrill with genuine concern.

You shrug, feigning innocence. "What's wrong? I just added some glitter. Just to, you know, brighten your mood."

He groaned, running his hand through your (his) hair in frustration. "This isn't funny. I can't go out like this!"

You could barely contain your laughter as you watched him try to brush off the glitter, knowing full well that it would be stuck to you (him) for the next few days. His mild panic was more than enough to fuel your laughter.

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But then karma comes.

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You wake up the next morning, thinking everything is fine. Your body feels fine. You're back to your usual self. But then, as you're about to get out of bed, the pain in your legs hits you.

It's a nagging pain from the high heels you made him wear. You thought it was just your legs, but then the pain from your stomach and lower back kicks in. The pain gets deeper and deeper. You groan and get dressed, but the discomfort only increases.

You rush to the bathroom and stare at your reflection.

"Wait. Oh. Oh, no," you mumble under your breath.

That's when you really feel it: cramps.

"Jinwoo!" you scream internally, clutching your stomach.

Your period is here, and it's not just any regular cramps. Oh, no. The body swap seems to produce serious negative effects.

Your uterus experiences intense damage like a vehicle crashing into it.

"This isn't fair!!!!" you moan in despair. "I was just having fun yesterday. Now I'm being punished? This is no fair!"

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The instant Jinwoo showed up with his medicine pack and hot water bottles plus your favorite treats you began to understand that karma deals harsh punishments. His generous act showed that our choices always create results.

"How are you feeling?" Jinwoo's voice was filled with concern as he set the things down next to you.

You glared at him. "Don't say anything. My pain makes it impossible to use sarcasm."

He smiled sheepishly at you. "Sorry. I should have warned you. Karma is a monster, you know?"

You sighed dramatically. "Yeah. I get it now. The universe hates me."

He chuckled and took a seat next to you and started braiding your hair while producing comforting sounds as if he had done this many times before.

"Do you need anything else?" His gentle tone matched his words as he spoke to you.

You melted a bit. "You need to keep this private and don't tell anyone about it. This feels so embarrassing."

He smiled gently. "I won't tell anyone. But you know… I have a feeling this won't be the last time we swap."

You blinked at him. "Oh, no. You better not think about it."

He smiled slyly at you. "Never dreamed of it."

But you know - karma has its eye on you. And it's just waiting for the next time you upset the balance of the universe.

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I was having mental breakdown and tired af

Hope everything will get better

Sorry if I take too long to do your requests

[mehwmidklpe]

A DEMI-WHAT NOW??

Percy Jackson x Mortal!Gf

A DEMI-WHAT NOW?? PART 2

(I don't like this one tbh, but I needed to post smth for Percy so...)

You might just be the only teenager to be glad when the summer vacation is over.

Whenever summer vacation arrived, Percy Jackson left.

Why?

Wouldn't be much of a question, almost everyone goes to a different location for the summer.

Only his mother never went with him, his steph-dad didn't either.

But it's okay cause his mom told you he goes to summer camp every year.

That does not explain the weird behavior or the dissapearing he often does.

Like a few years ago he was gone for the entire winter break, leaving you on delivered, voicemail and worried.

Anyway, that doesn't matter considering it's not summer right now which means Percy is in Manhattan with you.

You were laying on his bed together. His parents were out of town, so you were all alone.

It was nice, being with Percy, talking about anything and nothing at all. Both of you had two smiles on your lips as you lied next to each other.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Percy was absolutely whipped for you. He always showed it in some way.

Words, glances, touches, kisses

You hummed contently. "Normally I'd slap you." You started. "I know." Percy smiled. "But I'm just happy to be with you right now." You continued, scooting closer to him.

"Me too." He agreed with made you smile. "I love you." "I love you too." The way he said it made you feel like melting.

As if anything else anyone else had ever told you in your entire life was a complete lie.

As if Percy Jackson's love for you was the only truth.

You nudged his nose with yours, the smiles on your lips never leaving as you leaned in. Your gaze on his beautiful eyes that reminded you of the ocean.

Then just as you were about to kiss, Percy sat up.

A frown formed itself on your forehead at his sudden action. "Percy? You okay?" You question. The boy took a breath. "Uhm.. Wise Girl.. Maybe–maybe you should go home. I'll call you."

Wait what?

"What? But why? I thought–" "Don't take this personal. Please. I love you, I do, you know that. You just... you should really go." It was like he was in a rush, trying to get you out as soon as possible.

What was that about?

"Percy what's going on–" A loud smash interrupted you and before you could process it some weird, un-humanly figure stood into your boyfriend's room.

"Perseus Jackson."

Why the heck did that thing just call him Perseus?

Your boyfriend is not the demigod who cut off Medusa's head.

"Percy." You repeated, backing away from the weird looking creature. "I told you to leave." He said, although he didn't sound mad. More like worried.

He stood infront of you, his arm keeping you behind him, his other hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a pen.

You gulped. "What is a pen gonna d–Oh my God." Your lips parted as you saw the pen turn into a bronze sword. 

Before you knew it, your boyfriend was fighting the monster. The way he was fighting gave away that he had done it tons of times before cause dam he was good.

You'd be drooling over him right now if your life wasn't in danger.

The room was a mess by now, everything was ruined, and all you could do was watch how Percy fought that ugly thing. 

Only you couldn't stand it anymore. So you grabbed the sharpest thing you could find in te room, and before the ugly ass could hurt Percy, you attacked.

Before you knew it all that was left was dust. The monster was gone.

You were panting as you and Percy ust stood there, frozen in place.

"What. the heck. was that?" 

"What do you mean 'Camp Halfblood'?"

Percy had sat down with you, trying to explain where the monster came from, where he went every summer, that kinda stuff.

"It's a camp for halfblood's like me." Percy says to you. "Since when are you a halfblood? halfbloods are people with two different ethnicities. You're American." You frown at which he shook his head. "Not like that."

"Y/n.." He took your soft hands into his.

"I'm a demigod."

Your eyes widened. "A demi-what now??"

"You know what I mean, you've studied about Greek mythology." He says to you. "You're not–" "My dad's Poseidon."

Your hands slipped out of his as you stand up. "You're insane." You state. "Y/n." He tried but you stepped back. 

"No. You're here trying to tell me that you've been going to this weird camp, fighting monsters, stopping and fighting in wars, talking to animals and gods, flying on a flying boat and a machine dragon for the past 6 years and you think I'm gonna believe you??" You spat at him.

Percy felt his heart ache. "You don't.. you don't believe me?" 

"Of course I don't believe you. Do you know how crazy all that sounds? You expect me to believe that you're a god, named after some other half god, you have water powers, can breath underwater and talk to horses and sea animals?" Yes, it absolutely sounded insane.

The boy gulped. "I can–I can prove it to you." He turned to the glass of water that stood at his nightstand, and before you knew it, the water was flying around. This isn't real..

"I–No. No. I must be dreaming. This is, this is fake right?"

"Trust me, I wish it was, I do. But it's not Y/n. My father is Poseidon, I am a demigod, I've been trough wars, I have been in hell. Literally. I've seen so many bad things, and the only thing keeping me tied together is you. I lost so many friends. Bianca, Zoë, Lee, Castor, Micheal, Luke, Silena, Beckendorf, Ethan when he finally chose the right side, Jason, Festus, Leo.. Leo was the only one who came back, thank the gods for that, but I lost everyone else. I can't lose you too!"

You just stood there, listening to everything he's been trough, and it probably wasn't even half of it. Never have you ever seen him like this before. But it hurt It really did.

Without saying anything, you stepped forward and pulled him inot you. A warm hug, hand on the back of his head. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I believe you, I do. You don't deserve all that Percy. You don't.."

Percy never realized just how much he needed this until he found himself holding you so, so tightly. "I don't wanna lose you too." He repeated.

"You won't, you won't. I'm not going anywhere." You soothe him. "It's just you and me, okay? No one's gonna take that away."

And in that moment, Percy believed you.

Cause right now you were all he needed.

[dp-marvel94]

Real -Chapter 1

Summary:

While hiding from his parents in Gotham, an ill-timed encounter with his neighbor, Jason, has Danny pretending to be his own twin. Fortunately for Danny, the more he pretends the easier it gets. Until he is not pretending at all. Or: Danny names a duplicate and via ghost logic, said duplicate ends up becoming real.

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Notes:

This story was written thanks to @jackdaw-sprite who commented on a Tumblr post a wrote asking what I should write next with "I haven't read nearly as many of your works as I'd like to before saying which ones I'd like to see continued, but there's one where Danny names a duplicate, and because of ghost logic, the duplicate becomes real. It feels like such a neat idea to play with!" So here I am writing a whole fic about it! Structurally, this is still very much half-fic outline with some important scenes written out. I'm not planning on expanding it beyond what it is. Still, I hope you enjoy the story. :) A note for readers, those here for the DC content especially: this is very much a Danny heavy fic. The focus will be on Danny and Jamie's relationship as the clone goes from just a duplicate without its own life, to a real person with his own identity. The Bats, Jason especially, will be present, and important for Jamie becoming his own person. But those relationships are definitely secondary to Danny and Jamie's.

After a reveal gone wrong, Danny runs from his parents and the GIW. Soon, he finds himself living in a crummy apartment and trying to keep a low profile. He doesn't have very much, so he is very excited to find an actually in decent shape couch that someone was throwing out. It's late so, figuring no one will see him, Danny duplicates to have two pairs of hands to get the furniture up the stairs and into his apartment. 

Of course, Danny does get spotted by his neighbor, Jason, who offers to hold doors open and help with the unwieldy couch. Names are exchanged: Danny and, after a pause as Danny realizes he has to come up with something for his duplicate, Jamie. The "three" manage to get the couch inside. But now Jason is worried about what appears to be a pair of twins, 16 years old at the most, living alone in the apartment with one ratty couch and a bookbag between them. Jason isn't pushy or overly concerned, but he does make a point to check on his new neighbors regularly. 

After the second time running into Jason and being asked about "Jaime," Danny realizes he's going to have to pretend to be his own twin. Duplication is very helpful for that, though he tries not to do it too often and for too long; it does use a lot of energy. He'll just have the "twins" make regular, short appearances together. It's not like he's trying to get close to anyone in Gotham 

But inevitably, short appearances escalate into having dinner with Jason. The first is a one off; man claimed he made too much and Danny didn't really have money for food. Plus it was really good. Accepting the hospitality just this once wouldn't be that bad. Of course, "Jamie" has come to dinner too.

One dinner leads to more meals with his neighbor, to Jason trying to teach "the twins" to cook more than easy mac. 

Jason's youngest brother meets the "twins" when he pounds on the door during dinner and barges in, complaining that "Father is being unreasonable" and had ground him.

Damian and "the twins" end up huddling in Jason's apartment during Danny's first rogue attack since he arrived in Gotham. Jason ran off as soon as the alert went off, claiming that he was needed at the fire station where he worked. He pointedly says that Damian can stay and look after his non-Gothamite neighbors since he's grounded. The preteen is prickly but does stay put. Danny starts to get restless, unable to re-merge and starting to fear that his energy will waver and "Jamie" will pop out of existence. He nervously eyes the door and Damian threatens to stab him if he tries to leave, saying that "Todd is apparently fond of you both and will be quite peeved" with Damian if something happens to Danny and Jamie. 

Well.... Jamie will definitely disappear if Damian stabs him. So Danny manages to maintain his duplicate for five hours, more than twice as long as any time before. By the time the threat is over and Danny can go back to his apartment, he is straining, desperately trying to hide how exhausted and shaky he is from the excursion. He loses hold of the duplicate as soon as the door is closed.

Despite the hardship, maintaining a duplicate is somehow so much easier after that. He can stay duplicated for longer and gradually, he realizes controlling the secondary body is becoming easier. At the beginning, he needed a lot of effort and control to pilot the duplicate, having to mentally direct it to speak or move. He played "Jamie" as being shy and quiet, so there was less talking to dictate. But overtime, the need for mental prompting becomes less and less. Playing "Jamie" became more automatic, more instinctual. Almost like the duplicate runs on auto-pilot, mostly acting how Danny himself would, though more reserved. To an outside perspective, it looks like "Jamie" is finally getting comfortable and coming out of his shell. But to Danny, this was a relief, spending less energy running his duplicate and less time worrying about being found out.

Slowly, Danny meets more of Jason's family. One of Jay's brothers, Tim, runs into him at his coffee shop job and, blinking sleepily, asks which twin he is, before realizing that Danny is wearing a name tag. This leads to Danny's coworkers finding out about "Jamie" and his "twin" visiting him at work.

As the act grows and more people end up meeting "the twins," Danny spends more and more time pretending to be a pair of twins in more and more ridiculous situations. Playing both of them gets easier and easier, more and more comfortable until the twins can banter, share inside jokes, and tell stories from their childhood. Maybe it is intentional, maybe it's subconscious. But slowly, differences develop to differentiate the twins. "Jamie" is growing out his hair. He loves toast and watching documentaries about history. Danny, more and more convincingly, pretends to have a brother until at some points... it no longer feels like he is pretending.

Despite his new friends, Danny is still so lonely. The apartment is still almost bare, the money he gets from his job barely enough. It's never the job he wanted; he wants to be in school now, applying to colleges so he can get into NASA. But he can't do anything to draw attention to  himself, not with the government breathing down his neck or the danger of the vigilantes running him out for being a “meta”. And he misses his friends and sister so badly.

One particularly hard night, when he is heartbroken and hurting, Danny lies on his second-hand mattress in the dark, weeping. He mourns his parents turning on him, his heart aching for Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. He wishes more than anything that he was not alone right now.

Suddenly, there is a yanking on his core that leaves his gasping. A full body pulling sensation that almost feels like being peeled, except somehow it does not hurt. A second later, it is over and through his blurry eyes, Danny can barely make out a figure kneeling in front of him. Arms coax him into sitting up and pull him into a hug. Danny cries for a long while, not thinking about what just happened, not thinking about what... or who... is holding him. He just accepts the comfort, savors the feeling that he is not alone.

Finally, after the tears slow, Danny pulls back and looks. He lets himself realize what he is looking at. And as he takes in eyes like his, the feeling is something between awe and fear. There is a light in the blue eyes, a spark that he does not recognize. 

And as the brow wrinkles in confusion and the mouth slowly works, words spiral out. Words that Danny could never have predicted.

"If we... if you keep doing this..." Each word is slow and deliberate, as if each takes great effort. "This...." One hand motions slowly, vaguely, as if un-used to movement. "Jamie won't be a lie anymore."

Danny is stunned. He stares for a long while, unable to process. He does not understand what the words mean, why the spark in those eyes makes him just as elated as it makes him afraid.

So he takes the duplicate's hand and pulls the ecto-energy back inside himself. He reabsorbs it and "Jamie" disappears. And Danny thinks.

Slowly, he realizes how easy staying duplicated has become, how distant and foggy memories from his duplicate's perspective are. He replays the words in his head. 'If you keep doing this... Jamie won't be a lie anymore.' He wonders if they mean what they suggest, and most startlingly.... he wonders where they had come from, if not from himself.

For a few days, he avoids anyone who has met the twins or claims that his "twin" is busy whenever someone asks. But inevitably, his trusty neighbor Jason notices the avoidance and invites himself over to cook dinner. Reluctantly, Danny duplicates; there is clearly no avoiding this conversation.

The dinner is awkward. Danny has a hard time looking at Jason.... and an even harder time looking at his seeming twin. None of the three say much and by the end, their neighbor huffs a sigh and says his piece. 

“Look. I know that no one, especially two teens, live in a shitty apartment in Crime Alley if they can avoid it. I don't know if you got kicked out, ran away from home, are hiding from something. And I don’t care. I won't ask. But I was an alley kid. I lost my mom younger than both of you, ended up on the street. I know what it's like just scraping by, trying to survive all on my own.  That's why I look out for the kids here. I want to help you guys, no matter what your story is.”

Danny stammers out a disbelieving thanks. He is touched, really, despite the fear of discovery, of vulnerability quivering in his heart. Jason is a good guy and it feels good to have someone who cares. But... the maybe-not-a-lie sits on the couch beside him. A story he could never hope to explain...

Jason smiles, ruffling both of the twin's hairs. He stands to leave. "Take care," he says, almost afterthought. "You're lucky to have each other."

"Jamie" seems to lean, just the tiniest bit closer to Danny at the words. 

Jason leaves and it is just Danny and his duplicate. The half ghost releases a breath, letting some of the tension release. He reaches to reabsorb his double and-

A shaky hand grips his forearm. Danny looks, meeting the blue eyes. The spark is back, just the smallest hint in the posture that something is different. Slowly, the brow wrinkles, becoming something worried.

"What is it?" Danny finds himself saying, as if he expects a real response.

"Have... each other." Again, the words are slow as if just the act of thinking is hard. "Not a lie."

Now Danny's brow is wrinkled. "Not a lie? Are you saying that's true? Or asking if it is?"

"Not a lie." The words repeat. "Jamie not a lie."

Danny's stomach knots. He’s heard his duplicate speak dozens of times, even been surprised by some offered puns. But this…

“Not a lie.” One more repeat, this one faster, surer, almost desperate.

Danny looks up again. “Jamie.” He says the name. He’s spoken to his double before in front of other people, as part of the act. But this… it feels as bizarre as it feels right. “Jamie…. Are you… real?”

For just a second, there is something like hope in the other’s eyes. Then, the brow furrows in great effort. “Yes… No….” One more longer, unsure pause. “Becoming.”

“You’re… becoming real?” The words are breathy. Danny isn’t sure whether they make him feel that same hope, or if he feels sick.

The half ghost looks away, staring down at his lap. He doesn’t know what this is, how this is  happening. A moment of panic stabs. Is he sick or insane? Or… is it a trick? A trap?

Danny reaches with his mind, trying to feel. A parasite infecting him? Another ghost, trying to overshadow. There is a connection, a bundle of a dozen fine threads. It is a link to… something not quite separate. Danny feels the almost presence at the end, the not-quite himself he is speaking with. And… It is like cradling a baby bird. Small, fragile, and so young. No malice, just pure innocence.

The half ghost looks up again. His hand shifts, feeling the cold flesh. His fingers press, the almost flutter of a heart beneath the skin.

The awe from that late night rises, a question echoing in his head. What happens if he lets this  continue? 

He… won’t be alone. Danny remembers that night, crying on his mattress and desperately wanting comfort. And all those times hanging out with Jason. The jokes and banter started as an act to sell the lie. But… weren't they so much more now? Danny had pretended to have a brother and in pretending had imagined one… Now that brother, that twin sat beside him. 

But at the same time… fear spiked. What would happen if he didn’t stop this? Could he even stop this if he wanted to? It feels inevitable, unstoppable. Not if he stays living next to Jason. But… if he tells the truth? Or if he runs, starts again somewhere else. He could reabsorb his duplicate now and let this whole thing fade into memory. Jamie would disappear…

A wave of fear surges from outside himself. Danny meets terrified eyes. Something in him softens, crumples.

“Jamie?” Danny asks again and can almost feel the heart-flutter solidifying. “Do you want to be real?”

There is a pause, the fearful face becoming something narrowed eyes and sure. “Yes.” So much determination. Danny feels the one thread of dozens snap.

“Alright then.” Danny heaves a sigh, deciding. 

He will hold out as long as he can. He will stay duplicated, keep Jamie here until he’s not a duplicate at all. Jamie will be real.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Flashy night

Uzui Tengen x f! Reader x wifes

A/n: Just a flashy scenario for a flashy man. I'm thinking about writing Kyojuro's pov and posting it later🤔

Tw: Slightly suggestive

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"Tengen, I think you better go home man. Your wives must be waiting for you!" Rengoku shouted in the middle of the street due to the noise of the people and the music.

The two friends had planned to go to the entertainment district because of a festival Tengen had mentioned. Rengoku never refused to go anywhere with his best friend, especially if it promised lots of fun and food. They had gone in completely sober and were now completely drunk and barely knew their way back.

"Yeah, I know. My wives love me and everyone knows it!" Tengen said, holding his drink as he danced. He really was an exhibitionist.

"Yes, but if we don't get back soon, you'll end up sleeping on the couch." Rengoku joked, trying to drag his friend out of the crowd. They were now leaning on each other and walking like blind people in the middle of a shootout.

"Now that's not true! They would never do that to me," Tengen said, laughing."They love me, believe me..."

*Meanwhile, at Tengen's house*

"Tengen hasn't come back yet?" Makio asked, arriving in the living room and seeing you sitting on the couch, waiting for Tengen to come home. "Where the hell did he get himself to again? I hope he doesn't have to face a demon on the way."

"It was a possibility... If I didn't know he went out to go to another one of those flashy festivals he likes so much."

"And he didn't even take us with him. Just left us here alone and bored." Makio said, pouting and holding some resentment for his action

"He said he was going with a great friend of his."

"Probably that one who talks really loud, the hashira of the flames... I don't remember his name." She said, looking at the ceiling, trying to remember the name

"Rengoku?" You said, and she nodded

"Yeah, that one! They get along very well."

"I believe he should be arriving soon. I mean, it's almost three in the morning." You said looking at the clock on the wall

"Typical of Master Tengen. He never arrives at the time he says will. Suma and Hinatsuru must be fast asleep by now, and getting Suma to sleep after she found out Tengen went without us was no easy task. That idiot almost cried her eyes out." Makio rolled her eyes, remembering the scene

"Suma is always sensitive..." You said with a giggle. "What about you? Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I just came to see how you were since you were the only one who wasn't sleeping yet, but if you're going to stay there waiting for him, that's fine. I'm going to the bed, good night." Makio said, hugging you and getting up afterwards

"Sleep well."

"Yeah, and be sure to kick Tengen's drunk ass when he gets here!" She shouted from the end of the hallway and you chuckled

"I will!"

You stood there for a while until you heard the front door open and saw the big man stumble on his own steps and almost fall to the floor while laughing out loud. You knew at that moment who it was. You got up from the couch and walked to the entrace hall with your arms crossed as you saw him waving to his friend who was already going home.

"Have a great night my great buddie Rengoku!!"He shout before closing the door

When he turned around and saw you behind him, his smile widened and you were almost blinded by the glow he exuded at that moment. The drunkenness made him hotter than usual but you didn't want to let your guard down at that moment. And you definitely wouldn't.

"Look who's here waiting for me! I'm sorry for leaving my princess alone but since I'm here I think I should make up for my absence..." He said in a seductive voice, approaching and covering your figure with all his tall and wide stature. Oh, he was really stepping over the borders...

His white hair was loose and disheveled, there were a few messy strands on his face, his cheeks were pink from the alcohol and the heat. He was wearing a yukata that was open and exposing his chest. You could bet he was doing it on purpose to tease you.

"Why don't we go upstairs and 'talk' a little about my late arrival?" He whispered in your ear with a little giggle and distributing a few kisses on your neck but you just rolled your eyes and sighed. It was difficult because he really was driving you crazy.

"Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma have been asleep for a while now and I don't want to bother them and besides, Makio herself told me to kick your drunk ass, so..." You said and the hashira laughed

"My dear Makio is cold, but I like her. What about you? Are you really going to kick your husband's drunk and flashy ass?" He said holding your face with both hands

"You deserved it, you know? It's just that you left and came back late and as if that wasn't enough, you didn't take your lovely wives with you."

"I already apologized! Come on, why don't we settle things amicably, my love?" He leaned his forehead against yours, which made things even more difficult for you, who were trying not to give in

"Tengen, don't insist. You're drunk and I'm sleepy." You said, trying to get away from him, who at that moment knelt in front of you looking like a clingy, whiny boy.

"You're not being flashy, Y/n. Why don't you give me a little chance. Please, five minutes! We don't even need to go to the bedroom..." Uzui insisted again, holding the hem of your shorts, but you slapped his hands away and walked away from him

"Damn, Uzui! You're stubborn when you're drunk. Jeez!" You said, and he was silent for a moment while he massaged the hand you slapped, but still with a smile on his face and his eyes shining at you. "And don't make those puppy dog ​​eyes at me. Let's just go to sleep, it's too late." You ordered

Tengen got up from the floor and let out a long sigh, seeing that he couldn't be more stubborn than his wife who was in front of him. However, his ego didn't allow you to have the last word.

Tengen got closer to your ear and bent down a little, which made you feel chills.

"Alright, you win. But one thing is for certainly, I'll deal with you tomorrow. Just you wait!" He slapped your butt and ran to the bedroom while laughing and you felt your cheeks burn with shame.

He really could drive everyone crazy.

"Tengen, you son of a-- Come back here now!" You said, running after him

[storiesaplenty]

Part 2

The Pitt Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: a bit of swearing. Unplanned pregnancy.

WC: 1635

©️ storiesaplenty 2025: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work. All readers are female, unless stated otherwise.

A few months ago, Dr Whitaker had a one night stand, not knowing she was the daughter of Dr Robby.

I knew I shouldn't have come to this hospital, but I figured it would be best to come to a place where I knew people.

I picked what I thought was the busiest time to come, to make sure my Dad would be as busy as possible, and waited in the waiting room. My nerves got the best of me as my leg bounced up and down as I waited my turn to be called.

But I heard my name being called and I looked up to see Dana standing there, with a concerned look on her face. I sighed and stood up, smoothing down my shirt as I walked towards her.

"Everything okay sweetie?" She looked me up and down, trying to see why I was there. I knew there would be no point in lying to her or trying to come up with some excuse why I was there.

"I did a pregnancy test at home." I didn't need to say anymore.

"We will do another one here just to make sure." Dana told me, as the two of us walked into the chaos that is the emergency room.

"Dana, if I am, it will be over the cut-off mark." I informed her. No reason to beat around the bush about it.

Her name was being called by another nurse, but before she left me, she turned to look at me, "I will see who is available and have them with you shortly."

I didn't wait long as I saw Samira, and another resident walk towards me.

The closer they got, my eyes widened when I saw who it was. He recognized me right away.

I said her name, and I knew my smile was tight and no way at all friendly.

"Hey, I want you to meet Dr. Whitaker. He will be joining us if you don't mind."

I bit my lip, thinking about if I should let him in for this teaching moment, or deny him.

"Yes, that is fine." I finally said. I knew by my tone of voice I am not happy, but Dennis brought it upon himself for that .

◆

I did another pregnancy test to just confirm my suspicions, and it didn't take long to come back positive.

Dennis looked like a deer in headlights as Samira announced that I was indeed pregnant, and it is now time to do an ultrasound to try and see how far along I am.

I was all set on the bed, ready to feel the cold jelly when Samira announced she had to grab some more jelly.

It was just Dennis and I.

Alone for the first time since the only night we spent together.

He went to open his mouth to speak, when I held up my hand, not wanting to hear him talk at this moment.

"You left my place. No note, nothing." I tried to keep the hurt and anger out of my voice.

"I'm sorry. I am not one of these people who sleeps with strangers. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to stay and for you to get freaked out."

I had to turn my head not to look into his eyes, as that was the first thing I noticed when I first met him all those weeks ago.

"Dennis, I woke up and you didn't even leave your phone number. You knew where I lived, and you could have stopped by."

Him and I stopped talking once Samira opened the curtain, looking between the two of us, as I knew she heard him and I talking.

◆

As the tests continued, Dennis paid close attention to what Samira was doing.

"You look to be about 13 weeks." Samira said just as the curtain opened, and there was my Dad, looking at the three of us in the room.

"Hi Dad." I softly said, just as he looked at the screen.

He tried to keep his face neutral, but I knew he was angry by the way he cleared his throat. "When you are done here, I would like to have a conversation with my daughter. Family room, 1." Then he was gone.

I couldn't help but swear, not needing this talk right now.

"Does the father know?" Samira asked me, not just as my Doctor right now, but as my friend.

"He does." Well, he does now.

"Dr. Whitaker, may you please step out, so I can go over what the next steps are." Samira said to the poor man, who just found out today he was going to be a father.

"I would like to stay if you don't mind." He said, looking right at me.

I spoke up before Samira could say something. "I would like the father of my baby to stay."

Now it was Samira's turn to swear as she covered her mouth to apologise for swearing.

◆

I walked slowly to Family room 1, but it was like my father knew I was close by because the door opened and there he was, standing there, just looking at me as he crossed his arms.

He stepped to the side as I walked past him to get into the room. I heard Dana call out to him. For him not to be too harsh on me.

I knew he wanted to slam the door, but this is his place of work, so he just closed it as gently as he could right now.

I didn't say anything, and neither did he as he just rubbed that spot between his eyes, trying to compose himself.

"We have talked about protection since you were a teen." Was the first thing he said as I sat down.

"We did use protection." We did. I knew to protect myself.

"What about your birth control?" Him and I were always open about this stuff, so the moment I wanted to go on birth control, he put me on it.

"I stopped the pills, and I was going to get the IUD, but that appointment kept getting pushed."

My father rubbed his face, clearly trying to wrap his head around all of this.

"And yet, you decided to sleep with someone. Did you even know them or was this just a one-night stand?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms again, his voice raising slightly at the last bit of his question.

"It was a one-night stand." I told him.

"That's great. You don't even know who the father is. How could you be so irresponsible? I raised you better than this." I couldn't stop the tears from falling now.

I never wanted to disappoint my father, and yet, I did just that.

I tried to tell him I knew who the father was, but he just kept talking and talking, his voice seeming to get louder with each passing second.

He finally took a moment once he caught sight of my tear-streaked face.

"I do know who the father is."

"You do?"

I felt a lump form in my throat, as I knew that he was going to want to talk to Dennis.

"You know him as well. Dennis, Dennis Whitaker."

Silence.

"Dr Whitaker?" He finally said, but he was calm. So calm it freaked me out.

"Yes, he just found out today." I stood up, just as my Dad stood up, and opened the door, looking around for the poor man.

The moment I heard my father say, "Whitaker, I need to speak to you." I sat back down, putting my head in my hands.

I knew for a fact this was going to be one of the worst conversations I was ever going to have with my Dad and the man who is the father of my unborn child.

I could see the slight fear in Dennis's eyes as he walked into the room. I looked out the door, just before it was closed, and I could see some of the staff just looking at us.

I knew Dana wanted to come in and try and calm down my father, but she kept her distance. She has always been like an Aunt to me.

Always there when I needed her, and she knew I needed her right now, but she also knew not to overstep her boundaries.

"Whitaker, sit."

"Yes Dr. Robby."

"That is Dr Robinavitch to you, Whitaker." Dennis just nodded his head as he sat down next to me.

"Dad, be nice." I said, finding a bit of courage as Dennis did not deserve whatever treatment that is about to come his way.

"This is me being nice, young lady." I sat up straight when he called me a young lady.

"I am not a little girl Dad."

"You are my little girl, and you went and got pregnant with someone who you don't know. With someone who I hardly know."

I watched as my Dad paced back and forth in front of Dennis and I.

I didn't say a word as I knew there was just no point in saying anything.

"You two need to discuss what you are going to do. Whitaker, you still have your full residency to get through." My Dad looked at Dennis, who just nodded his head, not wanting the full wrath of my Dad.

Dennis placed his hand on my knee, and my father watched every move he did closely.

"I am not going to leave her. I will be with her during each appointment if I can. I can move into her place or her into mine, to help care for our child once they are born. We are in this together."

I was stunned at what Dennis was saying.

Now I just have to see if he will go through what he is promising.

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 3

[ghcstao3]

vampire x monster hunter……….i am so respectfully asking for more (im foaming at the mouth)

(original post) i shall do my best. again i got a little out of hand with word count. cw blood (of course)

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John knows he should be happy about Simon's return.

He knows he should be happy to be reunited with his once-best friend even if it's after over a decade, because all this time he'd thought Simon was dead. He knows he should be happy that Simon would return here, of all places, to make amends, to catch up, to do whatever it is old friends are meant to. He knows this.

And yet... John can't help but feel on edge.

John is happy, of course he is. It isn’t often he’s surprised as he was when the knock at his door had been Simon. It isn’t every day an old friend returns from the dead. But he can only be fed the same excuses over and over so many times before he grows wary in Simon’s presence, which is really, truly the last thing he wants.

Being told I'm not hungry, I'll eat later would only be of any worth if Simon had said it once or twice, and not for every meal offered. It might be a cause for concern if Simon did not still appear consistently healthy and sated in spite of it.

Not to mention the sneaking out at odd hours. New creaks and groans have since developed in John's old house, ones Simon wasn't aware of, clearly, until the first time he makes his mistakes. It all just... worries John. Frightens him. Of course people change, and certainly over thirteen years, but it all seems to raise far more questions than there are answers that Simon is willing to give.

And then all of the sudden it makes too much sense, and John finds himself wishing Simon had never come back.

With the regularity at which people disappear in and around the town, John doesn't notice any difference after Simon's arrival. No increase or decrease, no change in occurrences that might tip John off to a new creature needing to be hunted.

This particular hunt was meant to be carried out like any other; John was heading out alone as the creature he was after didn't pose so much a threat to require help, it would be clean and quick, then he'd return home. He leaves a note for Simon, who may or may not have gone out himself, grabs his gear and vanishes beneath the cloak of a cloud-filled night.

Vampire, is what little information he'd been provided with, and so vampire is what he prepares himself for.

John has long since been a stranger to bloodshed. Really, it's necessary he not be squeamish, especially when so often he comes across scenes like this—this being the messy feasting of what could only be a newer, more inexperienced vampire. The unfamiliar hunger like nothing else usually makes them far more reckless when it comes to finding food.

This fledgling isn't any different, judging by the large smears and smatterings of blood leading right to John's culprit.

A figure sits hunched in the dark, accompanied only by the sound of tearing flesh. When John had first been learning, the lack of breathing that should be present when drinking so fiercely had made him uneasy, but now it merely serves as a reminder that he should hold his own breath, lest he catch the vampire's attention.

John wields a silver dagger, creeping forward as carefully as he might in approaching a wild animal—these monsters are just about the same, anyway.

But John underestimates how elevated this particular fledgling's senses would be. They pause the moment John takes a step toward them, sitting up straighter, immediately alert. Their face remains obscured, but John can see them cock their head, presumably listening for his pulse.

He expects an attack. Expects a fight so as to not become the next course.

What John hadn't expected—or maybe a subconscious part of him had—was for the figure to rise slow and cautious, head bowed in what John might dare call shame. What he hadn't expected was for the vampire to turn on their heel and have John met with none other than—

"Simon?"

His head remains hung, silhouette still impossibly imposing. It's hard to discern much in the low light, but John imagines Simon's irises are currently a scarlet red as opposed to their usual warm coffee brown, if evidenced by the blood that covers his face and drips from his chin.

"Johnny." His voice is hoarse, but it's most certainly Simon's. He can probably hear the way John's heart picks up pace, be it out of fear, or be it out of use of a nickname Simon has so far avoided since their reunion. "Johnny, I'm sorry."

“Simon, wha—“ John frowns and finds his guard falling, yet his grip on the hilt of his knife only tightens. “I don’t—“

“I can’t help it,” Simon rasps, begging. “I can’t… I learned how to control myself, I did, but when I’m around you…”

Simon is directly in front of John in the blink of an eye, frigid hands curling around John's, around the dagger. He allows the tip of the blade to dig into his abdomen, unflinching as it pokes past clothes and just barely breaks skin. John holds steady, more than capable of pushing it further, but unwilling to hurt—or kill—Simon until he's given a reason to.

Never mind the mangled corpse on the ground just a few feet away.

"How long?"

"Johnny—"

"How long, Simon?"

Simon doesn't meet his eyes. They're dark either way like this, in this lack of light, but John still feels like something isn't quite right about it.

"A few months. A year, maybe. Two," Simon confesses. "It's all muddled."

For reasons John can't describe, somehow it stings knowing this... affliction has only been short-term. Because instead it could have been an explanation for Simon's disappearance—let alone that of his family's that he still often wonders about. Because instead it could have been a reason for Simon to have stayed away for so long even as an adult.

But it's not.

"Then why come back now? And why come back here?" John hisses. "You're a fuckin' dafty, y'know that?"

Simon's mouth parts, and for the first time since his arrival John finally catches a glimpse of his fangs; razor sharp and promising a swift but violent death for John should Simon's instincts get the best of him.

He then seals his lips in a thin line, swallowing whatever words he may have had prior. Simon offers a solemn nod of his head, his theme of shame so insistent.

Against John's better judgement, he retracts the knife. Tucks it away, and forces space between them. The overwhelming stench of iron is beginning to make him nauseous.

Softer, much softer than Simon deserves at the moment, and far too reminiscent of a past long gone, John says, "You were supposed to be the leveller-head between us."

Simon huffs. "'Be easier if constantly listening to your pulse wasn't driving me mad."

Oh.

"Oh." The pounding in John's ribcage does him no favours in picking up speed again. Then, suddenly realizing where and why he is, John attempts to steel himself, clenching his jaw and taking deep, slow breaths to calm the flutter of his heart. "Well, quit listenin' then."

Simon regards him curiously, in a way so painfully familiar to a past life.

A silence stretches on between them, tense and riddled with uncertainty. John tries, pointedly, to ignore the elephant still in the room, but between the blood and the smell and the looming issue of them being a vampire and a monster hunter, it's nigh impossible.

But even still—John thinks it'd be less right to kill Simon now, than to let him free. To bring him home.

John sighs, suddenly and immediately overcome with fatigue. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger for just a moment, rubbing the skin to unsuccessfully self-soothe. He wishes there was some sort of... protocol, for this. Maybe then things could be easier. Could make more sense. Just for once.

"I'm not—" John pauses, takes a breath, shakes his head. "I won't kill you, Simon. Not... now, at least."

Simon nods. "That's all I can ask for."

"Good, because that's all you're getting." It's a lie, and they both damn well know it, but just a little longer would John like to linger in ignorance. "Now just... clean this up before anyone sees. We'll talk about this more in the morning, alright?"

"Alright."

John offers a tight smile, whether or not Simon can really see it.

"Right. Goodnight, Simon."

"Goodnight, Johnny."

John hovers only a second, hooked on that nickname as he's always been, before he finally pivots on his heel and starts off the other way, turning a dutiful blind eye like he really shouldn't be doing.

He had missed Simon, he really had—but he's afraid to start wondering if this will all be worth the trouble, in the end.

[where-ismydonkey]

DCA PROMPTOBER - DAY 1

BEST FRIENDS

Honestly, you weren’t sure when it happened. The fact that you and the daycare attendant you once were sure you despised, being considered best friends. But it was only if someone gave you a few moments to sit in the shock of even being considered friends, you could try and fathom being best friends. 

When just few months ago, in the midst of your petty squabbling, you could hardly work together for the children’s sake? Yeah, right!

Though, it was entertaining to bring up to Sun as you two cleaned up the aftermath of a fun, slime filled day. You scrubbed at a kiddy table, where a glop of sticky slime with beads and parts of pipe cleaners in it taunted you. Huffing, you tried to distract yourself from the burn in your arms you worked to clean it and piped up, “Hey, Sun?”

“Yes?” 

"Do you know why some people think we're best friends?"

Suddenly, the usual tap, tap, tap of Sun's very being—Whether it be drumming his fingers or tapping his foot—was gone. The room was rendered silent, suddenly, save for the mechanical hum you'd grown accustomed to hearing. At least that wasn't gone, as he stood there so still it made you raise your eyebrows.

Until he finally spoke, moments later.

"Best friends?" he sounded amused, tilting his head as he held onto the rag he was using to clean. The rays around his faceplate began to spin slowly as he asked, "Now, what exactly about our interactions would lead anyone to believe we're best friends, hm?"

"Dunno," you shrugged. You could practically feel his confusion, and it made you want to laugh. But you continued with as straight of a face as you could muster, "Charlotte says we're always together, and Willow thinks we've grown softer toward each other."

Which was a crazy thought, honestly. You two worked together because you had to, not because you liked to. Bills needed to be paid, damn it!

Sun just turned his head away and huffed. He leaned upward, wiping the top of the tall cubbies. Since you couldn't reach that far, he had recently offered to take over cleaning that area. He huffed, "I believe they should be focusing on their jobs instead."

"How sassy. And please, Charlotte's employee of the month."

"I don't know if that makes things any better or worse, honestly."

You snorted, a sigh of relief leaving you as the slime finally unstuck. Wrinkling your nose, you dashed past the animatronic to toss it into the trash. Turning around, you found him working on sanitizing the kids chairs. His large figure was crouched over, working on it as quiet as you'd ever seen him.

But you shrugged it off, and the rest of the evening went on like usual. The occasional remark or two to something you brought up from your day. Or a laugh and shake of the head as he recalled the silliest things the children had told him from earlier.

Normal, almost nice.

And when you two finally finished cleaning, you practically power walked to the door. Your lower back was aching, and your neck was stiff from how you had it angled. Cleaning the tubes in the play structures had beat the shit out of you. Honestly, you couldn't wait to be out of here.

And on most nights, you supposed your animatronic coworker would feel the same. But instead, he was still and silent again. Watching as you double checked your belongings in your bag.

What was with him?

It wasn't until he spoke that you raised your head to look at him, "I'm still confused as to why we're considered best friends, you know."

Oh, that.

"Yeah," you admit, glancing away. You shake your head, slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. And you candidly said, "Me too, honestly. But just forget about it, okay? Goodnight and see you tomorrow, Sun. You too, Moon."

The robot stood there, and you felt his pupilless eyes on you. It felt like an eternity, as you began to walk out of the playroom, before he murmured, "...Likewise."

———

Hi! I've never posted any writing on here before, much less anything surrounding the DCA but I've recently gotten into writing them and I'm trying my hand at posting it now. Posting it a littleeee late but this was a last minute decision eeek

Thanks to @bluerasbunny for creating the prompt for DCATOBER 24! Hope you like it!

[dfortrafalgar]

Special Delivery

(Sanji x Fem!Reader- Offscreen)

Sanji reaches out to Zeff for the first time in years.

I wrote this many, many months ago now, and it was the first fic i posted anonymously on AO3. I got a few requests after it was originally posted to write a second part, which I eventually did!

You can read Part 2 here! Original AO3 link

(I figured I should let my blog breathe a little in between the really heavy and emotional Law fic im writing, and what better way to cool down than some sanji fluff <3)

A sharp squawk awoke Red-Leg Zeff from his daze. With a grumpy expression and a low grunt, he peered towards the direction of the sound.

A messenger coo was seated on the railing of the Baratie's upper deck next to where Zeff stood slouched over with his forearms leaning against the wooden support. It cocked its head to the side as if it was deconstructing Zeff's appearance before reaching into its pouch and procuring a parchment envelope. Zeff found it strange. Messenger coos only usually delivered the newspapers or the latest bounty reports, very rarely were they put in charge of personalized letters. It must have been paid off by whoever wanted this delivered.

The gruff man took the parchment from the beak of the bird and watched as it took back off into the air, leaving a few molted white feathers behind in its wake. He looked at the envelope.

All it said on the front, in very elegant handwriting, was "Captain Zeff." He flipped the paper around, revealing a wax stamp holding the opening down, which he peeled off with a calloused thumb.

Tucked neatly inside the envelope was a white piece of paper, tri-folded over itself. Zeff slipped the paper out, unfolding it to reveal the written contents of the letter. The penmanship was impeccable, and the ink was very sleek. He knew immediately it was from Sanji, not many other pirates had handwriting as good as his. He had completely lost track of how many years it had been since the curly-browed boy left with that ragtag group of pirates to sail to the Grand Line, but Zeff had every single one of his bounty posters. He'd never admit it, but they were tacked up on the wall of his sleeping quarters. Every time Sanji's bounty increased, Zeff felt pride swell in his heart.

"How are you doing, you old geezer. It's been a little too long since we've had any contact, so I thought I'd write to you just to see how you've been. You're no slouch, I'm sure you've been keeping up with the world's events over the past however-many years. Do the Marines even bother to keep sending our bounty posters to the Baratie anymore? Well, regardless, I'm sure you can read right through me. I can't deny it, I miss you, old man. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, and such a huge part of that is thanks to you and the guys back on that old cruiser. Every recipe I try to make, I imagine you screaming in my ear and telling me that it tastes like shit. Some days I really wish I could be back there, but most of the time I'm joyful. Life has been really, really good. A few years ago, I met someone. Last year, we got married, and soon after our lives changed so drastically. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and she's as sweet as an angel. I mean it, too. I know you'd probably think something along the lines of me playing up my affections again just because she's a pretty woman, but I mean it. You'd love her, Zeff. Living as a pirate is the most stressful thing anyone could ever do, but she makes every day worth it. The crew was discussing the possibility of returning to the East Blue a bit ago, and when we do, I'm going to introduce you to her. I've spent the last years talking all about you, how you taught me everything I know about cooking, and I can tell she's just as excited as I am to finally see you. This letter's gone on long enough and I don't want to use up all of Nami's paper.

-- Sanji"

Zeff felt a lump in the back of his throat. Sanji had grown into such a fine young man, eloquent with his words and his feelings. He knew how big of a deal it was for the boy to be so honest and open. But one thing in the letter caught him off guard. What did he mean by, "Soon after our lives changed drastically."?

Zeff peered into the envelope, where another, smaller envelope was tucked inside. He almost didn't see it. Pulling it out, he held the letter and original envelope in between his fingers while he opened the second. Sanji was thorough with his packaging, that's for sure.

Inside, there were three photographs printed on thin, matted paper. The first was of Sanji and you, the wife he wrote about in his letter, taken by someone else holding the camera. Sanji had his arm around you, holding you against him, and you had your face nuzzled into his neck. His other hand held a cigarette away from the two of you, like he was in the middle of telling a story. The two of you were smiling brighter than the sun, Sanji's eyes completely closed with the motion of laughter, and yours creased, your irises looking up towards him.

The second photo made Zeff's eyes water. A photo of you and Sanji on the deck of the Sunny, exchanging rings. Sanji was wearing a sleek navy blue tuxedo, while you were wearing a gorgeous white ballgown. For pirates, you cleaned up phenomenally. He could just make out tears in Sanji's eyes as the photo displayed you sliding a band onto his finger. A skeleton with poofy hair stood between the two of you, which Zeff found a little odd, but he chuckled at the absurdity of it all.

Zeff flipped to the last photo.

The tears that were welling in his eyes from the previous image finally slid down his cheeks in heavy, salty droplets. His lip quivered.

Sanji sat in a chair, beaming down at a bundle of cloth held gently in his arm. He was crying in this photo as well, and was reaching a finger over the top of the bundle, where a smaller hand was reaching outwards to grab onto it. A small glimpse of blonde hair could be made out from under the cloth securing the baby tightly. On the back of the film, Sanji wrote the birth date and the name of the baby.

Zeff used a sleeve to wipe his blubbering eyes. His lips quivered, but he couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face.

Was he allowed to call himself a grandfather now? He figured it was only appropriate.

[everestgale]

Do you have any headcannons for your human designs of the voices, and would there be a different story to them (like if they have lives and jobs), or are they still just the voices of TLQ but as humans?

Sorry for taking a while to reply, I kept forgetting to actually write it all down (т v т)

The answer is: human voices are a part of a separate, post-New and Unending Dawn AU, where The Long Quiet is so sorrowful and longing after he killed the Heart of the Shifting Mound that he decided to unravel himself into a new world, created in the Princess's image, spinning his physical body into the world, his heart into the (human) voices, and his mind/memories into (human) vessels (since The Shifting Mound is gone, he has to essentially reconstruct them from his memories).

Yes, this AU also has human vessels because I've wanted to design how Princesses would look like if they were regular people ever since @/lavb-b did this for Prisoner, but I could never find proper motivation to sit down and design those. Voice brainrot has been very strong and very real (т v т)

And if you're wondering if this is how the idea of human voices started, the answer is absolutely not, it was originally just a funny design exercise, but I love coming up with silly in-universe reasons for my dumb ideas to exist, so this is now one of my AUs.

Tangents aside, it is a completely separate story from the usual post-canon shenanigans, human voices actually have zero solid memories of anything that happened before. For all intents and purposes, this is a different world, and so none of these people went through the horrors of the Construct; all they have is some vague subconscious feelings, gut instincts, nightmares, visions, but nothing solid or concrete that ties them to their Construct lives. At least, until I actually decide to make this AU into a story, I have a couple of ideas that I might explore in the future, or I might just leave this a silly modern slice-of-life AU, who knows!

As for specific headcanons, I actually don't have a lot of specific details planned or figured out since I'm only just now figuring out how even my regular post-canon world works, haven't had the time to really figure out what's going on with the human AU yet. But! Have a couple that I can remember off the top of my head:

Stranger pairs (Stubborn-Broken, Cold-Paranoid, Smitten-Skeptic, Opportunist-Hunted, and Cheated-Contrarian) are all siblings, with Cold-Paranoid pair being adoptive siblings. Maybe Cheated-Contrarian pair too, I'm not entirely sure yet.

They are all range between early 20s and mid 30s age-wise. The youngest of the group are Contrarian (definitely the youngest), Hunted, Hero, and Paranoid, probably in that order. The oldest are Smitten, Cheated, Skeptic, and Opportunist, though I can't decide if Smitten or Skeptic should be the oldest-

The younger side of voices (Contra, Hunted, Hero, Paranoid, Cold) are all university students (Contrarian is in uni because Cheated, his older brother in the AU, never did, so of course he had to /lh). The older side is... doing something. I haven't figured that out, but they all sure do have regular jobs and are trying their best to live a normal life. The universe (me) has other plans for them ^^

All voices do know about each other, at least vaguely (having them be five sets of siblings helps with that), but they are not as close of a group as they are in regular post-canon, due to age gaps and general lack of proximity. That does NOT mean that I'm not gonna put all these guys together into The Situations™

So yeah, those are some general ideas I have about my human lads, I probably have some specific headcanons for individual voices, but if I were to list them all here, this post would be like 2000 more words /hj Though if you are interested in a specific character, feel free to send another ask, I will try to write my vague ideas and headcanons down!

Thank you for asking, and I hope you enjoyed reading my random AU ramble!

[youdontknowhowtodiequietly]

Aaron and Andrew as children of Aphrodite.

TWs: Mentions of drug abuse, alcohol abuse, domestic/child abuse, SA + CSA (not explicit), drug withdrawal - just general Minyard trauma.

Btw, this is a long ass post I'm so sorry. Idk if I should put it on AO3 since it's not really a story.

I imagine Tilda as quite young when she had the Twins.

She was maybe 19, 20 years old. She hadn't gone to college despite her parents' and brother's insistence, and instead took to finding her own way in life. I think she was quite full of life before the Twins.

But she did dabble a little in drugs. It was California, she dabbled in a little weed occasionally. She went out for drinks with friends. She was quite known for hookups, mainly with men but she did sometimes go home with women.

One night at a club, she sees this absolutely stunning woman. Just breathtaking. And I think Tilda was a beautiful woman, and Aphrodite was not only intrigued by this, but also by her fire and passion for life. So she approaches Tilda, chats her up, and then Tilda is taking her home and- y'know...

I also think that pregnancies between the same sexes happen just as accidentally and sporadically as pregnancies between the opposite sexes - so, Tilda gets pregnant. And it's the worst thing that could happen to her.

(She definitely thinks it's from some random guy, obviously. Mortal (cis) women cannot procreate with other (cis) women.)

I think that Tilda didn't really start abusing drugs until after she had the Twins.

To me, Tilda was afraid of motherhood, of having children. She had so many dreams. But now she'd have this...creature, this parasite...in her life.

It only worsens when she finds out they're twins. She cannot abort them, she doesn't have the money and she'd rather die than ask her family for help - not like they'd give it to her anyway, with their suffocating orthodox Christianity.

Then, she discovers she can put the babies up for adoption as soon as they're out of her womb.

It's the best day of her life, so she gets all the paperwork sorted for it and a weight is lifted off of her shoulders.

She carries them to full term, and doesn't look back when she leaves the hospital after having them...except she does.

The guilt gnaws at her. Those two golden-eyed babies, looking up at her with such trust...

She turns back, but is only able to convince herself to take one home with her. She just cannot fathom having two children running rings around her. She ignores the disappointed glances the nurses give her as she leaves with her other son - Andrew, she notes, then forces herself to forget - behind, asleep in his cot.

But God taking care of a baby as a single mother is hard.

She soon gets rundown, and soon that bitterness she felt at the start of her pregnancy starts to seep back in.

She begins taking more and more drugs, the harder the better, and starts mixing some with alcohol.

She's barely sober for even a few hours by the time Aaron is 6. And she's a shit mother, but by this point she doesn't know or care too much.

She first hits Aaron at 8, when he returns home late from school one night.

I think that whilst Aphrodite is primarily the goddess of physical and romantic love, it can manifest as other types of love, and has influence over parental love due to her being the goddess of fertility and procreation.

This, however, does not save the Twins. In fact, I think it puts a curse on them, really. Because they so desperately want to be loved by a parental figure, but no one wants them, because they're not their kids - there's something off about them.

They never really develop any kind of powers, beyond the usual Demigod strength and agility, but it's like they give off an air of otherness to Mortals.

And in the case of Andrew, the curse manifests into a misplaced "love" with the men around him.

His trauma and Aphrodite also being the goddess of sexuality, also puts a curse on his issues with his own. He works through some of them in juvie, like he does in canon, but he still has a lot more to get through.

Aaron's trauma and being a son of Aphrodite, puts a curse on Aaron's relationships with the girls at his school - we hear from the EC (or the BC's I can't quite remember rn where this information is from) that Aaron had a bad habit of "dating" (bc his and Andrew's deal didn't allow dating) girls who exploited him and hurt him - this would manifest a little differently in the PJO universe but not massively as they still go to school.

I think they end up at Camp Half-Blood just after Andrew kills Tilda.

A Monster attacks them whilst Andrew is in the hospital recovering, and a Satyr helps them escape.

Naturally, due to how far away they live from CHB, it takes a while to get to the Camp. They fight the Satyr the whole way. But even Andrew can understand the importance of relying on this Satyr to get them to safety, after all, he was nearly eaten by a Monster - a real, actual, hideous Monster from Greek Mythology, not the men who'd creep into his bedroom at night with sly fingers (though they were still monsters, just of a different kind).

It's hell for them. They don't fit in. They're unlike any Demigod children the Camp and Chiron is used to. And because this takes place years before Percy is in the picture, they go unclaimed for a very long time.

Andrew ends up sleeping in the Hera cabin - he is shocked every time why she lets him, and Chiron knows but he doesn't comment of it, after all, if Hera is okay with it, who is he to interfere in the comfort of the two strange blond boys that flinch at everything and everyone (even the stoic, knife-happy one - Chiron sees it, despite how well he hides). After a few sleepless nights where Andrew worries for Aaron's safety, he brings him to the cabin as well - again, shocked that Hera is allowing this. They begin sacrificing parts of their meals to Hera, and thank her every night for her kindness.

It isolates them even more.

People begin asking them why they don't sleep with the Hermes kids - they insult them for being so rude as to sleep in the Queen of the Gods' cabin (Aaron quickly shuts those kids up with a "Have we been thrown out yet? No? Then shut up." As clumsy of an argument as it is, he's 14 after all, the other Campers can't argue with that point). One day, one of the older Ares kids sneaks up on Andrew, wanting to see if he gets scared like his brother, and ends up crying with a knife wound in his arm. Chiron heavily reprimands Andrew for his excessive violence, but had witnessed the event from afar and had seen the genuine, bone-deep fear that crossed Andrew's face for just a second before it was gone again, and he makes sure to reprimand the Ares kid as well.

Not too long after they arrive at Camp, Andrew starts noticing serious withdrawal symptoms in his brother.

He doesn't know what to do - knows that just locking him up to let him sweat it out won't go over well in the Camp - so he very cautiously approaches Chiron one day.

He's playing pinochle with Mr. D on the porch of the Big House, so he's in his wheelchair. It makes him more approachable for Andrew, though he'd never admit it, but Andrew keeps well away from Mr. D.

"Andrew!" Chiron greets him happily. Mr. D grumbles about his interrupted game and Andrew tries not to side-eye the god. "What can I help you with?" Andrew takes a deep, imperceptible breath. He really doesn't know how to approach this, but he has to do this, for Aaron.

"My brother..." he trails off. It's the most expression Chiron has seen on the boy's face since he arrived. If only it didn't seem so worried and world-weary. "His mother got him hooked on drugs. But obviously there aren't any here so he's going through withdrawals. I don't know what to do..." he trails off again, not making eye contact with Chiron. The centaur is taken off guard by a lot of things in that short statement - the way Andrew refers to their Mortal mother as just Aaron's, the awful thing said mother has done to Aaron, the fact that Andrew is coming to him for help, and the uncertain way he finished his sentence.

Chiron chances a glance at Mr. D and sees an unusual expression on the god's face. It is dark and angry - of course Chiron has seen his fare share of divine anger, but it has never manifested on Dionysus' face in such a way since he'd been exiled here at Camp.

Chiron sees Andrew clock the Camp Director's expression, too, and notices the tension tightening in the boy's body.

"Well," Chiron starts, diverting Andrew's attention from Mr. D, "this is certainly a unique problem that I don't think I've ever dealt with before, but I am a healer, and we have quite a few children of Apollo here who are skilled in healing as well. And as a Demigod, Aaron will be far more resilient than a Mortal would be to whatever troubles come from his withdrawal. I believe we can help him." He smiles at Andrew, who searches his face for a long moment. Chiron lets him, knows trust comes hard for this boy. Eventually, Andrew purses his lips, and nods, once.

"Okay." He says, and it is hesitant and distrustful, but it still swells Chiron's chest with pride.

They get Aaron off the drugs. Andrew is there the entire time, except for when Aaron really did not want him in the room with him, and then he only went as far as the other room, not wanting to leave him alone with all these unfamiliar people.

Real trouble comes in the form of school.

Andrew and Aaron don't have any legal guardians left - well, there's Luther but Aaron begs Chiron not to put him with that man, knows that he will be just as cruel as Tilda, even if it's in a different way, and Chiron agrees.

Andrew is hesitant to rely on the foster system to find them somewhere safe, but Chiron assures that he will find them somewhere good and safe. Andrew doesn't believe him, but there is no other choice.

And so they end up at the Wymack's. Or, rather, the Wymack-Winfield's. Abby and David are married (ik in the EC ((or a Tweet from Nora)) that they don't get married, but idc, they are in this AU) but Abby kept her last name because I said so.

Andrew distrusts them from the get-go. Wymack is gruff and big and could very easily overpower him or Aaron, and Abby is a doctor, with a persona she puts on that reminds Andrew too closely of Cass (except Abby's is genuine, of course, but he doesn't find this out until much later).

It takes a lot of work for Andrew to begin to let his guard down around the WW's.

They find out they have a cousin, Nicky, who is enthusiastic to see Aaron again and meet Andrew. They don't tell him about being Demigods, that's a conversation for later in life when they've grown to know and trust Nicky more (and began to understand what the fuck being a Demigod actually is), but it's not a massive issue since Nicky is in Germany most of the time.

Speaking of knowing about their Demigodness - the WW's know. Kayleigh was/is (unsure if she's alive in this AU yet but probably?) a Demigod (a minor god/goddess, I haven't decided who yet), and Wymack knew about that, so he was already clued in on that whole side of the world. Abby didn't know of their existence until later in her and Wymack's relationship, where he began to tell her about Kayleigh and the Immortal world. Neither can see through the Mist, but they know these things exist, so they're perfect for taking care of Andrew and Aaron, and Wymack's own rough history and him being the Coach of the Foxes (which are an Exy team, and are the band of misfits Wymack is giving another chance to) makes him perfect for dealing with the issues that the Twins faced in the Mortal world.

Okay. So, Exy exists. But it's not Yakuza related. Neil's dad is involved in organised crime, but it's not Yakuza, he's just a dangerous man, and Neil ends up being taken away from his father (his mother died "accidentally") by child services and placed in WitSec when the FBI find out about his father's dealings, and ends up with the Day's (I've decided now that Kayleigh is alive) who live in New York.

It's all a bit wishy washy here but Kevin ends up on the Foxes team when Riko breaks his hand (because, yes, Riko is still an evil asshole in this AU) and Kayleigh tells Kevin about Wymack being his father just before he joins, and lets the decision of if he wants the man to know or not be up to Kevin, so long as he tells her beforehand if he's going to let him know. Neil also joins two years later because he loves annoying Kevin and knows that joining the same team as him will annoy him ("Copying me" "Seriously, Kevin! Are we ten?" *grins mischievously*)

Andrew and Aaron join the team as well - Andrew because he does want to go to college, even though he's unsure of what he wants to do with his life, and he'll get a full ride, and Aaron for the same reasons.

I don't really know what happens after this because I hc (don't know if it's common or not bc I haven't been in the fandom in a while) that the Final Showdown in the last PJO book takes place in, like, 2009-ish, and the AFTG series happens a year before that.

So I have no idea how involved the Twinyards are in the events of PJO, how their Halfblood status affects their life in the AU, or how any of the events that happen in the AFTG books fit-in (I think the Drake storyline can still work since Nicky is there, and obvs no Mafia = not a lot of the canon events taking place, but there's still room for a few things I believe). And I haven't read the PJO books in a hot minute so how any of that stuff interacts with these guys idk as well bc I barely remember anything from the books lmao.

I'm sure someone could take this and run a fucking mile with it. I wrote this post in one go in 2 hours with the only thought initially being "What would it be like if the Twinyards were children of Aphrodite?" and honestly I still think so much can be done there. I kind of went off the rails with this post, but I'd like to note it is now 10:40pm so I'm crashing and brain turning to mush bc so many words. Like, I did not intend for this to be so long lmao.

[asterifish]

Love You... // Lee know x male reader

Synopsis: m/n is in love. Hopelessly in love. When he first saw Minho, he was head over heels. M/n couldn't stop thinking about this mysterious dance major, and when they met, they felt as if their lives were complete.

Type: One-Shot

Genre(s): 🍂,❣️(see pinned post for key)

Extra Notes: reminder that 🪐 stands for m/n, and happy reading!!! There's gonna be 1 more fic after this released today :)

Story under the cut!!

"Chan Chan!! Chan wake up!!!"

🪐 was practically jumping on his hyung's bed, a big smile on his face. Jumping up almost immediately, the older male rubbed his eyes "🪐, its so early... Whats wrong?" Chan stifled a yawn as he looked at the younger, confused and worried.

"Channie, I passed the cutest boy when I was on the way to your dorm, I swear to god! He was like... glowing!! Is that even possible? I mean I..." 🪐 started rambling as he tried to describe the male, but his voice cut off as Chan laughed.

Patting 🪐's head, Chan smiled. "You are so in love already, aren't you?" 🪐 dramatically sighed and shook his head, "Are you even listening to me?! I'm describing GOD here!!"

"Okay okay 🪐, how about you actually describe him, yeah?" Chan sighed and slipped out of his bed.

🪐 followed Chan closely, rambling about the mysterious boy again. "So... You know how I have to pass the dance studio to get to your dorm, right? Okay so I was walking and I decided to look into the studio to see if Seungmin was there, but he wasn't. Not the point...."

Chan hummed softly as he listened to 🪐, finding the whole situation funny so far.

"BUT!! as I was turning to leave, I swear to god!! I almost bumped into him OOOHHHHH I was so embarrassed.... Anyway this guy had brown hair, and omg his eyes were so pretty!!! I watched him walk in and I stared for like.. ever it felt like." 🪐 continued, now bouncing on his heels excitedly.

"You swear you've never seen him before this?" Chan was thinking to himself, trying to figure out who the guy could be. 🪐 nodded, "Never seen him anywhere before!"

"Did he have brown eyes?" Chan suddenly asked, his eyes sparking with mischief. 🪐 squinted his eyes, face twisting into a frown "Channie.... are you saying you know him?"

"Maybe, maybe not..." Chan smiled and shook his head. "You'll see 🪐, you'll see."

WHAT????" 🪐 screeched. "WHATS HIS NAME?? PLEASE TELL ME PLEASE PLEASE I GOTTA KNOW" 🪐 was now shaking the older male, wanting an answer immediately.

"All I can tell you is that his name is Minho, alright? You'll see later on." Chan smiled and led 🪐 to the couch.

. . .

"Hey Seungmin? You here?" Minho opened the door to the dance studio carefully, looking around. He had promised the boy that he would help him with the more difficult parts of the dance they were doing for a project, but Seungmin wasn't there.

Slowly starting to warm up, Minho couldn't help but notice that there was a boy standing at the window of the studio, seemingly watching him. Minho didnt really mind at first, since a lot of people liked to peek into the studio every now and then.

As he kept stretching, he noticed that the male never went away. When Seungmin finally came out of the back, Minho turned to him. "Hey Seung? Do you know that guy?" By the time Seungmin looked over, the male was gone.

"What did he look like?" Seungmin asked, tilting his head. As the two walked to the center of the dance studio, Minho described the male he'd seen. "Oh! That was 🪐-hyung! He was probably looking for me." Seungmin smiled and shook his head.

"🪐?" Minho thought out loud. "Yeah! He's really close to Chan so the others and I hang out with him a lot, we should..." Seungmin's voice trailed off as his phone buzzed. "Oh hold on hyung, let me take this."

Minho nodded and then continued warming up, he didnt get very far before he started thinking about the male again. "🪐, huh? I wonder why i haven't seen him before..."

. . .

🪐 was excited for the next day, he was practicslly skipping through the halls on his way in between classes. "Yo, 🪐!! Whats up with you lately?" Chan grabbed 🪐's arm and turned him around. "You've been acting really weird..."

🪐 didn't answer, he just giggled to himself and wiggled excitedly. Chan sighed and shook 🪐 lightly. "Come on, I want to introduce you to someone."

🪐 whined but reluctantly followed behind the older male.

. . .

"Seungmin, where are you taking me?" Minho frowned as the younger male dragged him throughout the campus grounds. He had no idea where they were going, and sighed again.

. . .

It had been a few days since 🪐 had first brought up Minho and Chan and Seungmin had made a plan for for the two to meet. So, the two dragged their friends to the designated meeting spot. When they got there, Seungmin told Minho that he'd be right back and then disappeared. Chan had told 🪐 that Seungmin was meeting him, and had left suddenly as well.

. . .

🪐 had gotten to the park earlier than he'd expected to. He didnt know why Chan would just leave suddenly, but it did give him time to think. 🪐 had been sitting on a bench for a few minuted before 🪐 felt someone standing over him. 🪐 looked up with a confused expression.

"Can I help y...." 🪐's voice trailed off when he noticed that the person was Minho.

. . .

When Minho reached the park, the first thing he did was look around for his friends. He knew that they liked to play pranks on him, so he was on high alert. But instead if seeing his friends, he spotted a familiar face. 'Is that 🪐? Whats he doing here?'

Walking over to the other male, Minho smiled softly when he realized that it really was 🪐. He stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before 🪐 noticed, looking up with a confused expression.

. . .

"Hey, you're 🪐, right?" Minho started, shuffling his feet a bit. 🪐 nodded and smiled, "you're Minho!" Laughing quietly at 🪐's boldness, Minho nodded. Sitting down next to the other male, Minho sighed.

"So.. I guess this was their plan, huh?" Minho said after a while. 🪐 looked over, seeming to think about it. Nodding slowly, 🪐 agreed.

"I..."

"Would you like to..."

The two laughed as they talked over each other, but Minho couldn't help but stare. 🪐 was so much prettier up close. He didn't even realize how close he was until he'd kissed 🪐.

. . .

"SO YOU KISSED HIM???" A voice screeched, causing Minho to jump. It was now a few days later, and he was telling the story to Felix.

"I mean... yeah? It was an accident but I think n/n enjoyed it." Minho shrugged his shoulders and sighed. Just as Felix was about to say something else, there was a knock at the door.

"Can someone answer that? It's just 🪐!!" Seungmin called. Felix wiggled his eyebrows at Minho and pushed him towards the door. Groaning, Minho opened the door, leaning on it.

And there 🪐 was, in all his glory, a bright smile on his face.

"Hi Minho! Is Seungmin there?" 🪐 asked, his head tilted slightly. Looking at the male in front of him, Minho shook his head with a smile. "You're such a Golden Retriever n/n. Come on, he's probably in his room."

A few hours later, 🪐 and Minho were snuggling on the couch. They had been watching a movie, so both were quiet. When Minho looked down at the male in his lap, he smiled. "Sleeping.... God I've really fallen for you Hwang 🪐."

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[piratefalls]

“You are", he says, "the absolute worst idea I've ever had.” - me @ ao3 after watching the movie and thinking "there's probably fic for this."

i like lists. i've lost sleep reading fic like it's gonna disappear the second i look away. i'm making my problem yours. i'm sure a lot of these won't be new to people since they pre-date the movie and it's far from comprehensive but. i'm late to this party. i also can't make gifs, so enjoy the basic canva header.

(baby) don't make me spell it out by extasiswings

One night near the end of first semester 1L finals, just a few weeks before the two-year anniversary of their first kiss, Alex finds himself looking up from his desk with its messy piles of color-coded notes and tabbed textbooks to see Henry asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off waiting for him to come to bed, and unbidden he thinks, God, I’m going to marry this man. It startles him, the spike of adrenaline that floods through him waking him up and bringing the parts of his brain turning over concepts like proximate cause and strict liability to a standstill as he stares at Henry. I want to marry this man.

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea

["June stopped by at lunch; she showed me a delightful channel called Hallmark, which repeats the same story every hour after they swap one round of white, straight, small-town conventionally beautiful actors for another. It was entertaining.” “June and I used to play a drinking game with those. Take a shot every time someone goes ice skating, sledding, or leaves the big city for their tiny hometown.” “Good lord, you must’ve been sloshed in the first ten minutes.”] -- On December 4, 2021, an attempt is made on President Ellen Claremont's life. Alex gets shot instead.

Familiar Gravity by cmere

“Yeah,” Alex breathes, and he pulls back to look Henry in the eyes. “I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me in this chair for, like, weeks. Every time you sit down here with your stupid book.”   Henry likes it when Alex speaks Spanish and Alex has a request.

Am I the Asshole? by everwitch

AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend? It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral. -- In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.

Everybody needs good neighbours by railmedaddy

To nora(9.37pm): So a funny thing happened My hot neighbour brought me the mcflurry i ordered and we fucked From nora (9.38pm): WHAT DETAILS NOW Which neighbour? Wait, you only have one hot neighbour. Alex, did you fuck a guy?!?!?! ALEX Or Alex meets a hot new neighbour. Shenanigans ensue.

A Picture on Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

this is the worthwhile fight by dearhappy

It's not that Henry's scared of their future, he's never been more sure of anything in his life. The thing is they're still trying to figure out how that future is going to look. And he worries about how it'll affect Alex's career in politics.

Déjame Ver Cómo Es Que Floreces by 14carrotgold

Oscar gets in close and bluntly asks, “Earlier. In the bathroom. Did you do it?” Alex scoffs, “No. Don't be a perv. Why would you wanna know that anyway?” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Mind out of the gutter, chamaco. Did you propose?” Ah.  - Henry is introduced to the extended Diaz side of the family at their matriarch's birthday. Shenanigans (and romance and feelings) ensue.

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood by chamel

“I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.” “Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well. (After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by allmylovesatonce

Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad. No one can know what really happened.

thinking (about last night) by rhosyn_du

“I hope you know that I am literally never going to stop reminding you that you said that. I’m going to, like, take out an ad in the student paper. Maybe hire a skywriter or something. I am definitely telling Pez." "I hate you," Henry tells him. "Lies," Alex says, still laughing. "You know you love me." Henry lets out a heavy sigh. "Well," he says softly, "that's rather the problem, isn't it?" “What, you think we’d be better off if we still hated each other?” “I think," Henry says slowly, "I’d be better off if I could figure out how to stop being so stupidly in love with you.” It takes a few seconds for the words to really register, as distracted as Alex is by the heat of Henry’s breath and wondering how much it would cost to actually hire a skywriter. Once they do, it takes a full minute before Alex can move. Can breathe. Can think. Finally, he forces out a whispered, “What?” When that gets no response, he tries again. This time, his voice actually cooperates. “Wait, what?” The only response he gets is a soft snore and Alex realizes that Henry, the utter fucking asshole, has passed out on his shoulder.

you're the reason i let myself fall by perfect-porcelain (tedddylupin)

Alex doesn't quite know what to expect when he walks into a room with a glowing screen separating him from the person in the other pod. The entire experience makes him skeptical. How can you fall in love with someone you've never met? Or: Love is Blind AU

Sharper Head, Wilder Heart by Dawg1515

"This could work out,” Henry offers. “It could,” Alex replies. “That’s good, then. Someone’s going to have to walk me through the brilliance of Empire Strikes Back, after all.” “Sweetheart, if we’re legitimately dating now, I’m forcing you to watch every movie that has Harrison Ford in it.” “Duly noted.” Or: When the Queen decides it’s time for Henry to settle down with a woman, she arranges a courtship between him and Alex Claremont-Diaz, closeted political powerhouse. Alex secretly tells Henry he’s trans, and Henry tells Alex that he’s gay. To say they become an amazing couple would be an understatement—but nothing is ever that easy for a prince and a president’s son.

every version of you (i love) by coffeecatsme

“So,” the voice narrates as the man squishes the dog’s cheeks and laughs at himself. “There’s this guy that lives next to me with the cutest beagle in the world and this little guy climbs to the fence every day to drop his toys off at, like, 5:30 on the dot, I’m not kidding.” The camera shows the man boop the dog’s nose and press a little kiss to his forehead. There’s a ball in his hands that he hands to the dog, but it slips from his mouth all over again, making the man reach down to grab it. He glares at the dog, but even then he’s still smiling. “And this guy always walks by and picks up the stuff and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever you have no idea.” The camera zooms in farther into the man’s smile, genuine and wild, as he pushes his wild curls away from his face. His eyes flicker up when another figure walks into the frame, his blonde hair falling over his forehead in waves. The man’s smile, impossibly, widens. “Oh. I’m also pretty sure he has a crush on my neighbor.” Or, 5 times David greets Alex with something that belongs to Henry, and 1 time he greets Alex with something that belongs to both of them.

The Duke Who Loved Me by annesbonny, Inareskai, schmulte

This Author knows as well as anyone how much you, gentle readers, enjoy a scandal and a love story. And what could bring more delight that two young gentlemen who bring both of those wherever they go? Join the Duke of Mountchristen and the, untitled, Mr Claremont-Diaz as they attempt to find a Love Match amongst the gossip of the ton.

The Edge of Glory by politics_and_prose

Subject: CD-10 To: Alex Claremont-Diaz (acd@cdlaw.com) From: Natasha Wallace (nwallace@txdems.com) Alex - You know how you jokingly told me to let you know when Mayfield was vulnerable and/or not seeking re-election? Tash

lying in the low light by smc_27

The thing about having a one night stand with the guy your sister is close friends with and gatekept from you is that it becomes really fucking important that she never knows. Or, Alex and Henry have a one year stand. Or, Alex and Henry are in a relationship, only they’re the only ones who don’t know it.

what we might do (if we stop keeping a secret) by indomitablelove

'This isn't how I wanted to tell people. I thought we'd get the chance to do it right.' - Red, White and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston, p.327 --- or, in another world, Alex and Henry get to do it right.

Who Could Love You The Same as I by MariaDmitrievnaLikesSundays

Inside was exactly what Alex had found himself dreaming about ever since that night at Kensington. The kind of dreams that he forced himself to forget once he woke up, but dreams all the same. A gold band, simple and smooth, with a single square diamond embedded on top. It was small, modest, exactly to Alex’s taste. ”Holy shit,” he said again. “Holy shit.” That was a ring. That was, unmistakably, an engagement ring. Hidden in his boyfriend’s coat. And he had just found it.

—— Or, Alex finds the engagement ring that Henry had hidden, and does exactly what you’d expect him to.

As the World Falls Down by 3bowtruckles

So while we all knew that the 2020 written in the book would be glorious fiction, we didn’t realize that reality would throw us something to take 2020 even further away from the book’s events. This story is where I attempt to merge our 2020 reality and the fiction of RWRB, using research (a LOT of research) to try to figure out what the trajectory of reality might have been. The story starts picking up the timeline after their late-February trip to Paris. After that, it's strictly AU, but I try to keep a lot of the intents of the events in the book (for instance, Alex's trip to confront Henry in Britain after the lake) while still making them fit the narrative I've created.

We'll Change the World Yet to our Dessire [sic] by cresswells

Alex and Henry are engaged and ready to share their announcement with the world, but after the media circus surrounding their forced outing Queen Mary wants them to do things properly this time. To Alex’s surprise, ‘properly’ apparently means taking a Royal Tour around Europe as an official couple. Ten days, five countries and lots of unnecessary wardrobe changes. What could possibly go wrong?

where clouds look like mountains by weather_stained

Four months after the election, while still learning to navigate the complexities of being in a public relationship, Alex finally has the chance to show Henry around Austin.

We'll Invite Something In by smc_27

Alex is grinning a little too hard.  This is absolutely idiotic and pointless and fun.  The cover of Hello UK with a photo of him pulled out and a photo of His Royal Highness Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen whatever the hell the rest of his names are (Alex knows; he being a dick) with the admittedly stupid but flattering headline which reads: His Royal Highness: He’s just like us and crushes on Pres ACD.

Henry's Cold, Empty Tower by DracoWillHearAboutThis

“I want you,” Henry said, slowly but clearly, “to leave.” When Alex storms Kensington Palace, Henry sends him away. Then, their relationship gets leaked, and it's Henry's turn to fight for Alex.

behind the diamond-shaped glass by Celaestis

Five times Alex and Henry used tea and biscuits to communicate, and one time they don't need to.

The Byline by rosetintednerdglasses

Press Secretary Alex Claremont-Diaz serves at the pleasure of the President, and he does it excellently until a new White House correspondent darkens his press room: Henry Fox, The Guardian.

we've been here forever (here's the frozen proof) by r_holland

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep. Warmest regards, ACD *** It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

words on the tip of your tongue (but please don't say them) by viciouslyqueer

So close. He was so close to saying those words that have lived inside him for so long, and now it's gone, a moment that slipped right between his fingertips before he could grasp it. Now he’s floating in the middle of the lake alone, the ghost of Henry’s touch still lingering on his skin and an unknown, heartbreaking feeling in his chest. — Or: canon-divergence where Henry doesn't leave the lake house.

The Grand Tour by lucky (revolutionbarbie)

When Henry returned from an audience with Queen Mary looking stony faced and grim, Alex had immediately feared the worst. She had requested to see Henry – and Henry alone – the moment their plane had landed at Heathrow on a visit to Pez’s new shelter in London.  Alex had suggested that they go to see her together just to spite the old hag, but Henry wanted to keep the peace. Since moving to Brooklyn, they had entered into an uncomfortable détente with Queen Mary and Henry was loathe to be the one to break it.  “She wants us to go to Australia. It would be an unofficial Royal Tour, of sorts, with stops in several cities and a short visit to New Zealand. Three and a half weeks in total.”  “She wants to send us on an all-expenses paid Australian getaway? Count me in.”

come and get me by rizcriz

The email arrives 8 days after Henry left the lake house. He contemplates deleting it without reading, but it sits in his Alex inbox, where there are over seventy emails favourited, and somehow it feels wrong and weirdly impersonal. As if leaving without a note were any different. He stares at the from line with an aching longing that seeps into his veins. It settles on his heart like a tangible thing; something warranted and cruel that casts shackles around the aorta and locks them tight so that he might never love again. -- or, alex sends an email instead of flying to KP.

Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge

"You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.” "You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine." Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?" *** Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.

idk I'll do a part two if anyone wants.

[evanvison]

Mystreet season 7 ideas

I was recently thinking about the upcoming season of Mystreet and decided to come up with ideas or hopes for some of the characters and their stories.

I may do a few of these, but for this post, I wanted to discuss one character whose development I originally didn't think much of. After thinking about it for a bit I realized that this character had far more potential in the upcoming season than I had originally thought.

That character is Dante!

When it comes to Mystreet, Dante doesn't have a whole lot going on. He is a good friend in the group and is currently roommates with Travis. Other personality aspects can be narrowed down to flirtatious and silly. His biggest moments were mostly in season 2 and some fun moments in season 3.

I sat down recently and thought long and hard about what kind of potential dynamics and character moments everyone in the cast would have during season 7 and Dante surprised me with all the different dynamics that could not only give his character far more development, but a few others that I had trouble with as well.

I will break these dynamics down into groups. Mostly in order of how important these moments would be for his character and the plot.

4. Starting with the obvious, Laurence! Laurence and Dante are the only two characters in the main group that have been entirely left out of the overarching plot of seasons 4-6. We don't know for sure how much information they have regarding what the Starlight gang has gone through. What information was made public by the news? Let's assume they know at most, that the Ultima exists, went crazy, and was supposedly "killed". We have to also assume that neither of them knows that the Lodge crew was at Starlight, or they figured it out from how long they were gone (less likely)? They know Travis and Katelyn were there but that may be it.

When the rest of the gang all come home together, without Travis and Aphmau, I have to imagine that unless the gang explains what happened immediately, a good chunk of the season could be Laurence and Dante trying to figure out what happened. Obviously, they can't hide much this time. Zane can only say names as numbers, Aaron is damaged and has no memories, Lucinda has no magic, Garroth is a werewolf (there is no way he will keep that hidden for long), and finally... Aph and Travis are still not back! Good luck trying to keep Laurence and Dante from asking questions when they can figure all that out pretty easily.

I can imagine some scenes in the first few episodes where the two are working together to go around detective style, to try and gather up all the clues so they can piece some stories together, even if everyone tries to leave some parts out. Either way, finally bringing these two into the "in-the-know group" should be a good character moment for at least a few people.

3. Kawaii~Chan & Zane. This one is the least likely (probably) but I liked the idea so I am talking about it. One thing that Dante is known for in Mystreet is that he is a flirt and has trouble staying with the girls he dates. In some of the videos outside of the "main canon content" we see skits where Dante is in love with KC and actively tries to steal her away from Zane. I don't know how canon these silly skit ideas are and they may have no relevance to the season at all but Jess wrote them and they connect to Dante in key character ways, so I'm using it! Assuming Dante does have a lingering crush on KC since dating her in the past, I could him talking to her more this season only to realize that Zane is dating her now. This could lead to him either becoming jealous (like the skits) or using this moment to realize that Zane has grown and become a man worthy of dating KC. This could give Dante a growth moment where he could then realize how happy KC is and step back to maybe think about becoming the kind of guy that could keep a girlfriend too.

I could see a cute conversation between him and KC where she gives him a pep talk about growing with someone when you truly love them (it could be so cute).

2. Aaron. Something that we as a fandom don't talk enough about is Dante and Aaron and their surprising friendship. These two are actually far closer than we tend to give credit for. Dante literally was the one who helped Aaron get the ticket situation for Starlight and the proposal set up. Imagine that everyone comes back except Travis (& Aph but for this let's focus on Travis) and Dante is already missing him like crazy then he sees all his friends hurt, and then he sees one of his friends who looks like he really shouldn't be alive AND he says he doesn't REMEMBER YOU! I would lose it. I want to see Dante with little else to do, so he decides to try and help bring back or at least assist with getting Aaron's memories back. It would be a massive character moment and would slowly help him mold into the Dante we know from Diaries.

Diaries Dante is known for being loyal as all get out. He is a protector of the village, he waited 15 years for his friends to return home, even when everyone else had left. He went through a lot and matured because of it.

Mystreet Dante is also loyal, we don't see it that much, but he is (which is why I don't like the idea of him trying to steal KC from Zane). He loves his friends so much. He is sort of going through a similar moment to Diaries Dante by having the Aph group leave without knowing what is going on or why they are gone and having to wait patiently for their return. Then they all come back (mostly) and they are damaged and broken returning to a very empty town. A place Dante has been waiting in for a while. This season could bring Dante and his arch full circle and show that his Diaries counterpart isn't all that different after all.

1. The final one. Katelyn... Now I know this one seems odd as number one, but Travis is still in the hospital for now so until he returns home with Aph, I can't count him but this Katelyn one is also a Travis-related one so... Anyways, I assume at some point Katelyn will have to explain what happened with Travis (whether it's fully truthful or not is a debate). A moment that I feel could be a game changer is if Katelyn asks Dante what Travis was like before high school. We don't talk enough about how Dante and Travis have been friends since before high school. He may know some things about Travis and his family before we meet him in the story that could be insightful. Imagine with me if you will, an entire back-and-forth conversation between Katelyn and Dante where they discuss Travis, his past, and what went down with him on Starlight. That could tell us a lot about Travis that we might not have known before. It also would be cute if Dante told Katelyn how much Travis has changed because he loves her.

I just wanted to share these because if I don't I'll lose it. I hope Dante gets the character moments he deserves in the new season. until then I want any other Dante season 7 stuff you can think of to be commented! I wanna hear them! Also enjoy this very quick sketch of Dante I did.

Anyway, have a good day/night everyone! More season 7 character ideas to come so look out for them!

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Wonderland pt 1

Part 1 (Eventually) Yandere Luke castellan x Gender neutral reader

Summary you're from wonderland well at least you're mother is you're father is a God. The best swordsman in camp takes an.... interesting and obsessive liking to you

Also I feel like we offen forget wine isn't the only thing Dionysus is the God of but madness as well. I currently have bad writers block and couldn't currently think of anything else to add so I decided to split it into parts since I needed to post something.

Trigger warnings nothing yet, but eventually in future parts yandere themes like stalking, manipulation, kidnapping (extra)

You weren't from this world well......technically you are you were from a part of the world everyone thought was made up just another part of the human imagination......Wonderland . Wonderland was very.....disconnected from actual sane people or large bustling cities like New York. Your mother was probably one of the subjects of the queen of hearts just kinda surviving. Your father isn't exactly normal either he was also never around. Honestly as much as you love your mother it was kinda hard to imagine a God falling for her or really a God falling for anyone in Wonderland because while some of the inhabitants of Wonderland is more sane then others even the more sane ones start to go insane eventually.

Which is why when you were 13 you ran away from home. Although you had no clue where to go or what to do now you had left Wonderland. You're clothes and mismatched socks probably also made you stand out to by standers because in real life on Earth the other humans weren't used to seeing people dress in bright colors and patterns unless celebrating. After a few days of wandering aimlessly you ran into help or rather help ran into you.

You were desperately scrounging around for food thinking maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave home when you felt someone run smack into you causing you both to tumble towards the ground. "Oh my pan! I'm so sorry." A male voice said. He had ...goat horns? Ehh not the weirdest thing you've ever seen. "Are those horns really or .....?" You asked. "They're real. Oh I'm Grover. " Grover replied. You weren't sure what to say or do and that's how you met Grover. After about a week of traveling with Grover is when you met Luke, Thalia and Annabeth.

" Hey Grover I'm going to find something to eat for myself. " You replied. " Ok just don't go far I'll finish setting up camp." Grover said. You did in fact wander to far when you stumbled upon a bush full of berries and you were about to eat some when you heard a voice tell you to wait. "Wait, don't eat those! those are holly berries they are poisonous!" A young female voice exclaimed. You looked around for the source of the voice. You spotted a young girl no older than 7 standing between some trees you could make out 2 more figures behind her one another female and the other male. You backed away your left hand reaching for a dagger in your pocket you swear wasn't there a moment ago while you're right hand still held the berries.

" Who are you why should I trust you?" You questioned. You got a closer look at them the seven year old girl had grey eyes , black hair and brown skin, the other gir who looked about a year younger than you so 12 had choppy short black hair , blue eyes and is white. She pushed the younger seven year old behind her. " Thalia I can protect myself!" The seven year old exclaimed. While the two girls were arguing you managed to sneak away not noticing the male following you.

" Grover!" You exclaimed finally making it back to the very stressed looking satyr. Grover rushed over to you. " Y/n there you are! You were gone for an hour I was worried I was calling your name but no reply and I didn't want to leave the fire unattended. Your not hurt are you?" Grover asked like a panicked father looking over you to make sure you didn't have any new injuries. " Hey Grover I'm ok. I'm ok." You replied. " Pan Y/n you had me so worried!" Grover exclaimed. "LUKE!" The older female voice Thalia called out causing You and Grover to look in the direction of Thalia's voice and there stood the male that had been with the 2 younger females.

Now learning his name is Luke. You started to reach for your dagger once again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. "

[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Adam x Reader P.4 (Hazbin Hotel)

Sorry for the short part, life loves to get in the way. Promise the next one will be longer!

I also apologize for the delay on posting this, I had a bigger part almost completely written up, and a storm took out my wifi, and I lost all of my work. The part is so much shorter today because I wanted to hurry and quickly get something out for you guys this morning.

Part 5 will be out tonight so long as there's no more interruptions like that lol! And I promise it will be much longer, I have some good stuff planned!

Enjoy!

Warnings: Heavy cursing, violence, adult themes

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

Adam

Adam tried his hardest to stay away. Really, he did, because he knew he would be putting you in harm's way by breaking Sera's rules. But it was hard.

Once he realized who you were back on that rooftop, all you've done is consume his mind. He missed you. He never thought he'd see you again. Now, the universe plops you down right in front of him, just to take you away again?

He couldn't stand it.

So, every night, he'd wear something unrecognizable, and go to your street.

If he stood in just the right spot, he could get a glimpse of you in your living room through the blinds.

Every night, he went, and every night, he saw the same thing.

You, curled up on the couch, in the dark. And he could hear you.

Crying.

It made Adam's stomach turn to hear you in so much pain. He never thought he could care about anybody like this ever again, but here you are, making him feel all these stupid fucking things.

He wanted to run right up to your door, kick it open, tell you everything about who you are, and hold you tight.

He wanted to kiss you, as much as he hated to admit it to himself. He wanted to feel your skin underneath his fingertips.

Damn her. He thought. Damn her for making me feel like this, and not even knowing it.

Adam really believed he could handle this as long as he got to see you from a distance sometimes. She's just some girl, he would tell himself. What are you getting so worked up for?

Until one day, he started to notice someone talking to you. A neighbor, it appeared. He would come knocking on your door every day with gifts - dinner, flowers, sweets - you name it.

Adam sat watching you one night, like he always did, and his greatest fear came true - he watched as you invited this man inside.

Nothing happened, thankfully, but his blood boiled at the sight of some guy trying to win you over.

Finally, he had enough.

One day, he waited outside for the neighbor to appear. And he did.

"Hey. HEY!"

The man turns, startled, relaxing slightly when he sees it's Adam. "Oh, hello Adam! Did you need something?"

"Yeah, I need to know why the fuck you keep visiting (Y/N)."

The man scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Well.. we live next door to each other, and every day, all I can hear is her crying.

I don't think anyone should live like that, even if they were a sinner! And I figure, hey, she can't be bad if she redeemed herself, right? And she isn't she's actually a very sweet, beautiful-"

Adam cuts the man off with a punch to the wall, cracking the brick and making the man jump.

"Listen up fuckbag, I'm only gonna say this once.

That's my fucking wife you're hitting on, and if you go near her again, I'll make you regret it.

Stay the fuck away from her. She's mine."

Adam leaves the man in a pile of nerves and sweat, flying away from the scene.

I can't believe I just did that. I feel like a fucking simp.

--

You

Days had gone by since you'd seen him, or anyone else for that matter. You thought maybe you had made a new friend, your neighbor, but even he stopped coming to see you, too. You started trying to leave your room as little as possible. Every now and then, you'd notice Sera lingering at the end of the hall, but as soon as she saw you, she'd leave.

Truthfully, you could care less. You missed home. You missed your friends.

Tired of sitting around being Heaven's newest exibit to marvel at, you decided enough was enough.

I'm leaving this fucking place. No matter what I have to do. It's time to come up with a plan.

Packing one, small bag, you set it next to your door in case you needed a quick exit. Best to travel light.

The only problem was finding a portal back into Hell. You obviously couldn't just go ask someone to take you back. You considered doing something to get into trouble, but without knowing exactly how the angels would react, it would be too much of a risk.

You decided to break into Sera's office. It seems like a crazy, risky thing to do, but you figured if there's any kind of physical item that can help you, it had to be there, right?

You waited for the cover of night before sneaking to the office. The building was quiet at night, still, and silent.

You approached her door, straining your eyes for any possible sounds. After hearing nothing, you knock softly on the door.

No response.

You push the door slightly, and it creaks open. Peeking inside, you find an empty room. You enter, quietly shutting the door behind you.

You take your time searching the room, shuffling through papers and looking through cabinets.

Then finally, you see it.

Underneath Sera's desk is a gold-lined trap door. You reach for the handle and find it open. Inside is a small hiding space, occupied by some files, a wooden box, and a smaller box.

You reach for the big box, but when your fingers touch it, it suddenly sparks, shooting volts of pain through your arm.

You gasp, yanking your hand away. The box glues with strange carvings.

Taking a deep breath, you reach for the smaller box. This one doesn't hurt you, so you open it.

Inside, you find a glowing gem. The purplish-blue hues of light reflect off your irises, your eyes glowing at the sight.

You reach for it, and it allows you to do so.

Something about it speaks to you, telling you that it's purpose is what you're looking for. Unsure why, you feel certain that this is what you're looking for. You close everything up and quickly retreat back to your home.

Putting the gem in a safe, hidden spot, you quickly realize you have no idea how to activate it, and mentally curse your own luck.

Maybe I can convince someone to show me, or even trick them. You thought to yourself.

Either way, I'm getting out of here.

--

Don't forget, I'm always accepting requests!

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

[infiniteglitterfall]

I like most of this guy's videos. He's funny. He does good crowd work. He's Jewish and Italian. These are all good things.

I don't know what I thought was going to happen in this one. I definitely didn't expect him to create a metaphor in which Jews are furries.

I'm tired. I'm tired of the misinformation and the disinformation. So I took his furry metaphor and ran with it.

Israel's not an ethnostate. It's only about 73% furries.

You don't have to be a furry to get Israeli citizenship. It's just a little easier. Because the costume keeps you warm when those desert temperatures plummet at night.

The point where it crosses the line into antisemitism is when people start calling all furries "baby killers."

Although honestly, it seems like people will believe literally anything of actual furries. I mean, I kinda get it. I used to have a coworker whose fursona was a dolphin. I don't even think dolphins have fur. Why do I know what his fursona was? Well, mainly because he got called out for having dolphin relations in the dolphin chat when he was supposed to be doing human work.

That's not a furry problem, that's a My Old Coworker problem. But I didn't know anything about furries. I was as ignorant and biased as the rest of us.

And part of that bias with literal furries, just like with metaphorical ones, is that a lot of people are willing to believe pretty much ANYTHING of THOSE weirdos.

I mean, first a group that was founded to destroy Israel, because it thinks furries morally corrupt all societies (possibly through all the yiffing?), invades and mutilates, tortures, and burns its way across an area larger than the Gaza Strip. In one day.

And for months, while more and more horrifying details about this keep coming out, I'm simultaneously hearing all my furless friends insist that Hamas didn't kill any civilians, it didn't rape anybody, it was really just doing a really good protest. We should all be so fierce!

Since Hamas is #goals, Israel can't actually be trying to wipe out Hamas. That's not believable. It's obviously just telling civilians to get out of the way so that it can get them all in one place and flatten their humanitarian zones. (Eventually. Be patient.)

It's not that this isn't a genocide! It's just one of the slow ones!

Anyway, genocides aren't defined by NUMBERS anymore. Now, they're just defined by intent. And Israel obviously intends to wipe out all of Gaza and take the land.

That's why it destroyed all the Israeli settlements in Gaza in 2005, and made every Israeli leave the Strip. The first step in any genocide is to lull them into a false sense of security for, like, eighteen years.

I didn't hear any of the smooth-shorn talking about the pogroms in Russia last year. But now everybody wants to explain why this stuff in Amsterdam isn't a pogrom. Just like October 7.

I guess people hate Israel so much that they figure, if some Israel soccer fans act like total assholes, the best idea is to get on Whatsapp and Telegram and organize a furry hunt.

I mean, they're not wrong! As long as they're Israeli, you can post a video of yourself calling it a furry hunt. You can post a video of yourself running one of them over with your car. You can post a video of yourself body-slamming one to the ground, and all your friends curb-stomping them, or kicking their unconscious bodies. You can call them furries to their face while you beat them. You can attack bystanders who try to "help a furry."

(This goes double if they try to defend themselves. A furry defending themself is automatically seen as an attacker. It's those big costumes. They make you loom.)

You can wait till they've all gone home, protest your government having a debate about whether that was anti-furry behavior, and set an empty tram on fire while yelling "cancer furries." (A Dutch slur I wish I didn't know that basically means "fucking furries," only more so.)

You can destroy a local "street library" of Hebrew books. Then you can drive an hour home to Apeldoorn, and cover your city with stickers demanding it become "furry-free."

And nobody will believe you have an anti-furry bone in your body. Because you were so clearly getting your deeply justified revenge on the horrible soccer fans that you'd heard about.

Who, let's face it, are probably all baby-killers anyway, since a couple of years in the military is mandatory over there. So it's basically a victimless crime. With any luck, the war will wipe out antisemitism entirely. I can't think of a single antisemitic incident over the past year.

Even when some kids were drawing swastikas on the board at a local elementary school and yelling "Kill Jews" at their walk-out, a close friend who is Very Concerned About Antisemitism assured me that wasn't it. She says that "people exaggerate and lie about antisemitic incidents," and that it's all a widespread smear campaign against pro-Palestinians.

We just have to make sure people keep taking anything that WOULD be antisemitism, and aiming it at Israelis. Or Jews who think it's okay for Israel to exist. Or Jews, but in the context of hating Israel, which is probably what they actually meant, since everyone knows that Israel is a 100% Jewish ethnostate!

It's not going to be easy -- well, it's probably going to be easy. As long as they don't mistake any of us for those Bad Jews. But I believe in us. We can make this happen. We can finally live the dream. Next Year, Definitely Not In Jerusalem!