#frank can magically appear here any time he wants

[frnkiebby]

oh christ yes more shitty frank memes.

fucking love these~🎃

[radiance1]

So, I have thought about something funny regarding my lil phoenix king Vlad au.

Is that he genuinely, just doesn't want to king.

He did at first, but after being the king of phoenixes for a prolonged time he, well. He hates it to be frank. They're stuck in their old way, old ways that make quite hard for Vlad to do frankly anything really, and they keep snubbing him for doing human things when he's something as glorious as a phoenix.

And they kept inviting themselves in unannounced at the most terrible of times to take with him, which has left Vlad a lacking of sleeping as well.

So Vlad uh, well.

He ran.

He just decided that he deserved a break from all of this, so he shrunk down to bird size (still relatively large for a bird), carefully contained his magical aura and then flew to what he was sure would be a great idea.

Daniel Fenton.

The boy himself did not seem all that amused by his appearance, amused at his reasoning but not all that when he was asked to hide him for an undetermined amount of time.

Dan? Currently still getting his feet under him after being turned into a Raiju (And nobody decided to inform him that the clone he was going to liquidize was the current vessel of a world destroying fusion of him and Daniel until he found out himself).

Danielle? Currently somewhere out in the goddamn sea and, well. Fire elemental, water elemental, mass amounts of water?

You can already see how that would go down.

And what about that man he caught Vlad in bed with a few months ago? They already knew about him, and he's currently indisposed at the moment with some magical shenanigan or scamming someone probably.

Point is, Danny has to hide Vlad from the phoenix council and their very terrible way of doing things and since Danny was a dragon, he would be the last those dull feathers would check.

Luckily, Danny agreed. So long as he didn't blow his cover as a non-human to the new family he found himself with.

The Wayne family.

Yea, they were a bunch of rich guys and maybe emotionally constipated but Danny likes what he's got going on here. They don't have any secret basements or labs, helpful to Gotham city itself and they're just totally normal people!

Emotional constipation notwithstanding.

Vlad agrees, he scratches Danny's back and Danny scratched his.

Vlad kept to Danny's room for the first few days, and would've kept to said room until he was forced out by Damian Wayne, who quite frankly scared him. The creepy boy was literally watching him sleep and he suddenly decided that Daniel's room isn't all that safe anymore.

The Wayne Mansion is big, so there should be at least one place Vlad could hide.

[juliwuzhere]

Got any Max headcannons?

I think one of the headcannons I often include in my daydreams or writing is the idea of his parents, before camp had been something they could sign up Max for, making him do a TON of other activities. And it didn’t stop after Max meet the age requirement for camp Campbell. When Max isn’t at camp, he’s doing all the other activities he is forced to do after school or on weekends. Sure, most of them his parents probably signed him out of due to them being too expensive or because Max complained too much, but for the most part, he has done an extensive amount of activities. The first activity that came to mind after reading this post? He’s probably done it and mastered it.

I mean seriously, this kid has only been doing gymnastics for a couple months. He had from august all the way to June to practice gymnastics, and he’s already so good at it the show writers had to make him do the obstacle course off screen?! (Actually it was probably because of the budget, but you get my point.)

And not just that, did you see the way he wielded that spear back in season 1 when Ered took over camp? I’m sorry, but that kind of skill with a spear isn’t just built into baby’s from birth.

Im also of the firm belief that most, if not all, of Max’s clothing is either too big or too small. Listen, I don’t think his parents are extremely abusive, physically or mentally. I think, like Max said, they don’t care. They give him the bare necessities a kid needs, food, clothes, a roof over his head; however, they do just that, the bare minimum. Let’s be frank here, they probably don’t know his size in any piece of clothing. A hoodie is actually a pretty good nod at that fact. Hoodies aren’t very tight like a t shirt, so they could get him an Medium or large and it’s not that obvious how big the hoodie is.

This also leads to my third head cannon. Of course, his parents give clothes and food, but most of the time it’s leftovers or just ingredients. Which means that Max most likely cooks really well.

Another one I have, and this one may get me burned at the stake, is that Max’s hair doesn’t look that bad in the morning. Now, hear me out! I get it, imagining Max having a birds nest in the morning is pretty funny. But I honestly think that after the events that occurred at Spooky Island, Max, Sasha, and Pikemen, whether they want to admit it or not, did grow a friendship. Sure, it isn’t a very nice friendship and Pikemen still attacks the camp, but they are a lot more friendlier towards each other. Because of this, I know that Sasha definitely helped him develop a skin and hair care routine. (The skin routine is more eye bag related since they’re like 11) Before the events of season 4, yeah he probably looked like shit most days, but the year after that? You could give Max shit about his attitude, but definitely not his appearance. For all I know, Sasha bought him some cologne or some crap.

He definitely has insomnia, I mean cmon. This kid has saved the camp from a cultist, the woodscouts, etc. I’m sure he has at least SOME issues sleeping. I sure would if I knew the guy who had brainwashed me and my friends and tried to kill us was still OUT THERE. (In Antartica possibly, but still.)

This technically applies to my previous head cannon but whatever. He can play guitar, just doesn’t want David to know because he will 100% force Max to play at the campfire. Max would thrust himself into the bonfire before you saw him agree to do that.

Max is really good at sports and in term is very competitive. But like, he’s both of these things but…terrifyingly so. Sorry, gonna go on a tangent to explain my thought process but hear me out for a second. I’m actually planning on writing a fanfic about Nerris learning hypnotism (they think it’s the closest thing to real magic) and accidentally actually doing it to Max after failed attempts on all the campers while at a sleepover. David catches them because it’s past there curfew and, to get out of trouble, Nerris decides to compromise with him. They tell David that if he lets all of the campers go without having to clean the messhall or whatever punishment he’s going to give them, Nerris would make Max actually participate in the camp activities. One thing leads to another and Max ends up actually doing all the activities with no complaining. But turns out, he’s way too good. None of the campers can actually beat him in anything, not even there own activities. Soccer, basketball, tennis, pickleball, archery, rock climbing, he can do it all. But like, imagine playing with someone who beats you every time and in less than a couple seconds. Obviously, everyone is mortified and decide to never give Max crap for not participating.

TLDR, Max doesn’t participate in activities because a) He doesn’t feel like playing games with people who can’t serve a volleyball, because you have to remember that most of these kids are probably really un athletic or nerdy, and b) Although he doesn’t want to admit it, he doesn’t want to be that kind of dick. After the events of the last summer, he’s not as rude. But of course, he still talks shit about their skills.

Sorry it took me so long to reply, if you couldn’t tell I got too excited writing this. Thanks for asking! I love answering and talking about story ideas and camp camp headcanons. Especially Max since he’s my favorite character (basic, I know, shut up imaginary hater.)

[chvoswxtch]

Hi 🙋‍♀️ it’s me again

Thank you for being lovely, I’m so glad your requests are open!

Little backstory, I have undiagnosed ✨ spinal issues ✨ which give me chronic back and neck pain. Despite this, I really like the feeling of pressure on my neck and back. Like someone’s firm grip on the back of my neck, or them snuggled up against my back. Idk just that contact makes me feel better.

Lately, my neck has been worse than normal and hurts whenever I do not have it rested against something like a pillow or headrest to help hold it up for me.

I was hoping it would be okay to request a little blurb or something of everyone’s favorite soft bad boy Frank Castle offering to give you a little neck massage?

hi my darling! thank YOU for being so lovely, and thank you so much for the request. you can absolutely request everyone's favorite soft bad boy whenever you want.

I apologize this took longer than I expected to get out, but I hope it brings you the comfort you need! i've dealt with back problems for years (nothing even close to what you're dealing with though, my poor angel) so I totally get how much it sucks when nothing seems to help. I hope today is a better day for you, and you're not in too much pain. if I could snap my fingers & make frankie appear in your bedroom with his magic hands nonnie, I totally would. I hope this helps. ❤️

there's really no warnings for this except frank being cute and sweet as hell. also i'm not sure if the glitch with dark mode has been fixed or not but if you're on dark mode, you may have trouble viewing this. I apologize for any inconvenience reading in advance! word count: 1.5k

magic hands.

A soft whine of discontent slipped past your lips as a surge of pain shot down your spine. You gingerly rubbed at the back of your neck, trying to alleviate some of the distress that was plaguing your entire spinal cord. No matter what you did, the pain didn’t go away. If anything, the more you tried to soothe the sting, the more the discomfort spread throughout your neck and back. Soft pillows and heating pads seemed to provide a little help, but not enough to where you felt like you could function normally. Hell, even holding your own head up was sometimes unbearable. 

“You alright?”

You jumped slightly when Frank’s gruff voice cut through the silence of your bedroom and winced when you turned your head a little too quickly for your body’s liking.

��Shit, I didn’t even hear you come in. You have to make noise when you get here, we talked about this. You’re seriously gonna send me into cardiac arrest one of these days.”

Frank had snuck up on you one too many times, and you were certain that’s how you were gonna go. Death by shock because your boyfriend likes to test how prepared you are for a surprise intruder. You’d think by this point he’d have given up on his lessons, but if anything it made him double down even harder on them. Frank didn’t budge when it came to your safety and preparedness.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied your form, and you quickly removed your hand from your neck despite the lingering burn. Your relationship with Frank was still a bit new, and you weren’t sure how to approach certain topics without feeling a twinge of anxiety. You hated hiding things from him, but you also weren’t sure how to bring it up. Frank was already very overprotective, and you knew without a shadow of a doubt he would never make you feel like a burden like others had in the past, but it was still nerve wracking. You two were still in the “honeymoon” phase of your relationship where everything was fresh and exciting and new; everything a chronic illness wasn’t. You wanted to stay in your little bubble outside reality for a while longer. You wanted Frank to keep feeling the excitement of something fresh and new too. You wanted him to keep feeling that “honeymoon” way about you. 

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t look fine. What’s botherin’ you?”

“My neck’s a little stiff, that’s all. Think I slept on it wrong.”

Frank arched one of his dark brows quizzically, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom as he folded his arms over his chest. He nearly took up the entire frame. God he looked good today. Well, he looked good everyday. It really wasn’t fair. He probably didn’t even take five whole minutes to get ready this morning. It must be nice to be able to just wake up and-

“You’re a shit liar, you know that?”

You gawked at Frank’s blunt admission, your mouth hanging open slightly as he stared over you with a light smirk tugging at the edge of his month. 

“I am not.”

“Are too. You got no poker face, sweetheart. You couldn’t lie to save your damn life.”

You mirrored Frank’s actions as you crossed your arms over your own chest, wincing slightly as the motion pulled at the furious muscles in your back.

“Well, excuse me for not being good at being shady.”

Frank’s smirk dropped the second he caught your wince. He let out a deep exhale as he made his way over towards you, taking a seat on the edge of your bed and placing his large hand on your knee.

“C’mon honey, talk to me. I can see you’re in pain. Don’t bother lyin’. What is it?”

A heavy sigh escaped your lips. There was no use trying to argue with Frank when he was adamant about something. He would get what he wanted out of you, by whatever means necessary. His other methods would be deliciously tempting if your body weren’t actively betraying you. 

“It’s…my neck, and my back. They’ve been bothering me a lot lately, and no matter what I do, I can’t seem to make it better. I’ve seen so many doctors about it, and I still don’t really have any answers. I kinda just…have to wait for it to pass.”

“Why didn’t you say somethin’ sweetheart?”

Because I was scared you wouldn’t think I was new and exciting anymore. 

Because I was scared you would think I was too much.

Because there’s nothing sexy about chronic pain. 

“I…guess I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

“Bother me? Why would somethin’ you can’t control bother me?”

It sounded stupid when it said it out loud, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“What can I do?”

Your brows furrowed slightly as you looked at Frank, noticing the sincerity swirling around in the depths of dark brown.

“What?”

“What can I do to make it better?”

“Oh…um, I’m not sure. I’m still figuring that out.”

Frank rubbed at his chin with his palm, eyes scanning over your body like he was looking for some kind of invisible clue.

“What’s it feel like? More of a soreness or sharp sting?”

“Uh…little bit of both. Kinda depends.”

“What’s it feel like right now?”

“More on the sore side, like I just got hit by a truck hauling a bunch of other very large trucks.”

Frank tried his best not to laugh as he shook his head slowly, kicking off his boots as he looked at you with a warm smile.

“Okay, I can work with that. You mind if I try somethin’?”

“Not at all.”

Frank carefully moved to sit behind you against the headboard, stretching his legs out on either side of yours. His large hands hovered over your shoulders as he leaned in to speak quietly into your ear.

“If this hurts at all, even a little, tell me and I’ll stop, yeah?”

You nodded slowly as you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Frank’s strong chest pressed against your back. You found yourself instinctively leaning back into his embrace, finding relief in the warmth of his body heat and the pressure of him pressed against you. A loud sigh flew from your mouth when his large hand wrapped around the base of your neck and applied a bit of pressure. He halted immediately, and you could feel his heart thrum against your back.

“You alright?”

“Yeah…yeah, that felt really good.”

Frank squeezed the back of your neck gently, rubbing his thumb in slow circles and applying a little more pressure every time. Gradually he began to massage at your shoulders and the top of your back, kneading his fingers into your aching muscles. His hands were so warm and the force behind them felt divine. Your body hadn’t felt this relaxed or loose in so long, it made you want to cry.

“How you doin’, pretty girl?”

“Feels amazing, Frank. Please keep going.”

“Sure thing, honey. Whatever you need.”

Your head dropped between your shoulders as Frank worked out every ounce of tension in the angry tissue covering your neck and back. It seemed even your body couldn’t deny the magic of Frank Castle’s hands as the vengeful pain succumbed to the sweet relief of his affection. You lost track of how long you sat there in his lap, but you could have sat there forever. It wasn’t just his hands that made the discomfort melt away. It was him. 

It was the comforting pressure of his presence, being able to feel the strength of his heart’s rhythm against your skin, and the blazing warmth that radiated from deep within him. It was the thrill of having his hands on you, knowing exactly what those hands were capable of, and reveling in the juxtaposition of how rough and heavy they felt on your skin with such delicate motions and care. It was the spicy earthiness of his cologne that draped over you like a blanket, lulling you further into the safe haven that was simply Frank.

“You have magic hands.”

Frank chuckled lowly as you settled further into his chest, brushing his nose along your cheek before pressing a sweet kiss in the same spot.

“That right?”

“Mhm. I mean I already knew that. You’ve proved to me plenty of times you’re good with your hands. But you’re really good with them.” 

“Glad you think so, sweetheart. How you feelin’?”

“Better. So much better. Can we stay like this for a while longer?”

“Course. Only place I gotta be is right here with you.”

[zozo-01]

"i want it to last forever. (all the magic and fun at sea.)"

This was supposed to be a prompt fill for our lovely @autisticempathydaemon, but alas! School and work caught up to me and I couldn't finish it, but I am making up for it know! As always, all the thanks to our lovely @gingerbreadmonsters to making sure that even if I can't get an Aussie accent right, I can at least get the British one accurate! There will definitely a sequel of sorts where I explain the lore and magic of this world, as well as expose everyone's dark past!

CW: Alternate Universe, My beloved Siren/Mermaid AU, Alexis and Christian are so stupid and in love, Sam and Darlin' being Mother Hens separately, The Pack is here but they are not important (as of right now) I.E. Darlin' is a Solaire, Christian feeling guilty over Darlin' (not romantic), Light Mentions to Darlin's past (Specifically Quinn but he is not mentioned by name), This is small fries compared to my actual Siren Fic, Eventual Sam and Darlin' but that's not why we are here!!!

click here for the ao3 link!!!

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Press your shirt flat, comb your hair down and check your breath. Daily things that Christian should be doing to maintain his appearance, but never found any reason to. He’s a special breed, one can argue a dumb breed, of humans who don’t care about what others think of him. Given that fact, he doesn’t need to maintain his looks. Who gives a shit about what others say?

But she wasn’t just anyone and he needed to treat her as such. And he’ll try his best with his limited abilities.

He doubles, and triples and quadruple checks himself in the mirror. Ok, so far so good. He doesn’t look like he just rolled out of bed which is a general improvement from his status quo. It wasn’t like simple improvements were good enough for her. Although, if she asked him out while looking like a drowned rat, then maybe she didn’t care for his looks.

(Or at least he thinks that's what she said. To be quite frank, he hasn’t even heard this girl speak. She could definitely understand him, so it wasn’t a language barrier on her end, she just refuses to open her mouth. So far, they have only been able to communicate with nods and what he thinks was sign language. It looked more like flailing hands to him, but it got the job done. Now all he needs to do is not get stood up by the most ethereal woman he’s ever laid his eyes on.)

(Cool. Absolutely no pressure at all.)

He grabs his keys and walks out the door with the nonchalant attitude that has gotten him this far in life. Surely if he treats this tangible Venus like she was a normal girl, then she’ll fall in love with him in no time!

Or punch him in the face and spit on his grave. Either or work.

The rest of the drive was silent. He didn’t bother to come up with creative nicknames or smooth pick up lines because why should he? She decided to ask him out for him, not some casanova. This is what she asked for and this is what she’ll get.

He parked his car by the bridge, and waited for her signal that she’d be on the bridge. She said that when he sees a bright blue light, that will be his que to get on the bridge. A weird signal if you asked him, but hey who was he to judge-

A flash of blue erupted from below the bridge, followed by the sounds of rapid waves. Was Christian going to question the near mystical light? Not by the seven oceans he wasn’t. All he knew was that’s probably his signal so he exited the car and walked onto the bridge.

And low and behold, there she was in her glory.

(Christian did compare her to Venus earlier, and it is his nickname for her, so you can see how much horseshit his earlier thoughts were. But it bears remembering now. There was seafoam under the part of the bridge where she stands. Her midnight hair flows in the wind, moving the same way waves ebb and flow in the ocean. Even her dress had something otherworldly about it, from the way it hugged her body like wet fabric, despite it looking dry as a bone, and the shells and gems that adorned it. There was something off about her in the most tantalizing way possible.)

He cleared his throat, blessing her with his presence as much as she’s blessing him with hers and causing the young woman to snap out of her daze. “Hello, Venus. Excited to see me?” Confidence and borderline cockiness were dripping from his voice. It all came from a place of genuine care, whether she knew it or not was up to her.

Venus smiled at the arrogant boy, moving her hands to sign to him. It still looked like gibberish to him, although if he stared hard enough and paid enough attention, he’ll be able to understand her…

The girl shook her head, not in disgust or apathy, but in amusement. Like she found the miscommunication on his end cute. She pulled out a notebook and a pen from her pocket and began to write down what she was trying to say. Quite a large book from a small dress, but he’s seen weirder.

She flips the notebook over to reveal the message. Thank you for meeting me here.

Christian puffed his chest up, pride filling his tanned body. He ran a hand through his golden hair, replying, “I’m just doing a favour for you.” Please don’t focus on how fast his heart is beating or how he wiped his shirt to get rid of the excess sweat.

Or the strange feeling of being watched from a distance.

She rolled her eyes, and usually it would insult Christian. Lord knows he doesn’t like being made into a joke, but if making himself a fool is what keeps Venus smiling, then he’ll become the butt of every joke from here on till the day she dies. (A long time away that day is.)

Venus opened up her notebook and continued to write in it. How has your day been, Christian?

Ah ha! An excuse to talk about himself. It’s what he excels at the most! He opened his mouth, ready to go on about his day. “Well the waves and weather were nice today, so I went surfing. Taught some assholes what it really means to shred it on the water. Like, seriously, do you want to know what these little shits did!” He then went on a tirade about these teenagers and how they wouldn’t listen to any of his warnings as to why not to ride a monster wave. Lo and behold, Fred and Bright wiped out hard and he has no sympathy for them.

She covered her mouth, muffling the angelic laugh that Christian was convinced she had. It’s a little weird that he’s never heard a sound from her, at least he thinks it is. Even non-verbal people let out sounds, heavy breaths or quiet sighs, to prove that they’re alive. But Venus hadn’t done any of that. He wonders what’s preventing her from letting out any sounds. He's known about how trauma can cause people to go mute, he's seen it happen with Bright. But dare he be crass, Venus seems quite well adjusted to society.

(The two bodies in the water with scales down their bodies say otherwise. Neither of them wanted to be there, but what the Ocean demands, the Ocean receives.)

"Let me guess, you're into surfer boys?" Brash and overconfident was unbecoming of most men, at least that's what Darlin' used to say. But they're dead and therefore, their advice and words don't matter anymore. Somehow it works for him and it's working on her so he won't lead the dead dictate his actions.

Returning to her notebook, Venus scribbled down some words. She turned it over, revealing the words she wrote down. I've never spoken to a 'surfer boy' before. Are they all as haughty as you?

Ouch, that was personal. She didn't have to call him out on his attitude like this. She didn't need to mimic the ghosts he lives with all that accurately.

Ignoring the accidental jab to his heart, he rolls his eyes and lets her words leave quiet wounds on his body. "Well I'm sure that you'll be begging for me later, princess." Assuming that Venus would ever beg. Voice aside, she doesn't seem like the type to beg.

Christian dropped his bravado and leaned back against the bridge. "How about you? How's your day been?"

Venus looked back at her notebook, taking her time to write down every detail of her day. Once she was done writing, she flipped her notebook back to Christian.

It's been good. I went out with my brother, his partner and one of my friends to get some food. We had some beignets and they were really good! I haven't had good ones in quite some time. Plus, my brother got powder sugar all over himself and he looked like he failed to smoke some cocaine, so that was amusing.

"An eventful day," he chuckled. He tried to picture a younger, male version of Alexis covered in powdered sugar to make himself feel better for the fact that he'd be the fool doing the same thing. "Maybe you can take me there one day? I've never had a beignet before."

Venus smiled and nodded her head, and he's planning to message Milo about a styling intervention. It would be worth it to look good for her.

The same blue light from earlier flashed again, and Venus's eyes widened. She frantically looked between the ocean and Christian, her face puzzled and brain working to come up with an excuse. Realizing that she was looking for an excuse, he decided to free her of that burden.

"Look, I get if you need to go." He watched her face relax and kept going. "I have work the next day, anyways." He fiddled with his car keys, trying to find a way to stretch these seconds into eons. "It was nice seeing you again. I hope it won't be the last time?"

She shook her head while writing in her notebook. We can grab some beignets tomorrow if you're free? Meet me here again at noon and we can go together.

"Perfect!" His smile bloomed at the thought of spending more time with his girl. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

He turned back to go to his car, not paying attention to the large splash from behind him. Heart lighter than air, he danced his way back to his car. There was no person worth more sleepless nights and tired mornings than Venus and he can't wait for more time with her.

The drive back home seemed shorter while he was lost in his head. But the minute he parked in his garage, he knew he had to focus in order to stay silent. While Sam never cared about what Christian did with his time, the fact that he came back later than what he promised was all he needed to fear the coming of the Southern Mothern Hen.

Creeping his way inside, he was relieved that the lights were turned off and not a soul was in the living room.

Until a single lamp was turned on and Sam was sitting on the couch.

"Mate-"

"Do you know what time it is, young man?" He didn't give Christian any time to respond. "I'll tell you what time it is. It's damn near midnight, when you said you'd be back by 10 PM." The southern man got up and started pacing around. "I thought, 'you're a grown man, you don't need me to follow you like a mama duck, even after you're meetin' some mysterious woman.'"

Sam stopped in the middle of the room and gave Christian a death glare. "But nooo, you had to stay out longer and make all of us worry over your sorry ass!"

"Uh, who is us-"

"Not the point, Christian!" He rubbed his temples and let out a fatherly sigh. "I know you love this girl, but seein' her on a random night by a bridge? I'm just worried that you're going to get caught up in some stupid shit."

Despite only being three or so years older than him, Sam always spoke with the wisdom of a man who's lived a thousand lifetimes. He should really listen to his advice before he does end up like Darlin'.

(He can't help but think of the parallels between his situation and Darlin's. Guilt still fills his body when he thinks of them, and he's left to wonder what would happen if they had a Sam in their life to step in. Sometimes he feels unworthy for Sam's care because he doesn't deserve it. They did. But they'll never get that help because they're gone and it's no thanks to him.)

Christian sighed, letting go of his defensive guard. "Alright, I'll be more careful. But like, fuck…" He fell onto the couch in desperation. "I really like this girl, Sam. I don't want to mess it up."

"And you won't." Sam sat down to pat Christian's back. "I'm just askin' you to exercise a level of caution. I mean, last time you mentioned her, you didn't even get her name."

"..."

"You got her name this time, right Christian?"

"I'll get it tomorrow?"

"Oh my Lord, you love sick fool."

–

Thank God Christian turned his back to Alexis just in time for him to not see three figures appear from the water onto the bridge. Bless his oblivious heart for missing every sign.

"Chrissy? The mysterious human man was Christian? Alexis Solaire, you are better than this." Of course Darlin' was the first one to speak. It made sense, they knew him back from when they were human, so they had the most opinion. Which is exactly why she didn't want to tell them about her little date.

"Oh come on, he's not that bad. He's… interesting." Interesting was code for an asshole that has caught her attention. But it wasn't her fault that they were both assholes who gravitated towards each other.

"He's interesting alright! Interesting enough to shove a knife into!" They paced up and down the bridge, the waves beneath them moving wherever they did. "Oh my lord, now I know why William made us follow you. I thought it was because he was just being a worried bitch but no! He had actual reason to worry!"

Finally she found an opening to speak her piece. "Great point, why on Earth are all three of you here? And what gave William the right to send three of his sirens to follow me?" She couldn't help but feel patronized. She was a grown woman, older than the three in front of her in both human and siren years. If there were any of them who can take care of herself, it's her.

Vincent yawned and rubbed his eyes. "None of us want to be here, so William said that if we didn't, he's going to station us in the Drake Passage to sink some ships." He shivered at the thought, and Alexis couldn't blame him. The last time she was there, her human skin matched the blue shade of her scales.

"And like, I would send an army after my daughter if I knew her man was Christian," they shuddered. She wonders if Darlin's hatred was because of an unfinished past with him, anger and resentment brewing inside her friend over how they died.

"Oh, don't be so ridiculous, Darlin'," Porter chuckled. She was waiting for him to pipe up with some smart comment. "He's... quite the character, certainly, but if that's what it takes to get Alexis's head out of her arse, then..." He crossed his arms and laughed at the dark glare she gave him.

Darlin' smacked the backside of his head, ignoring the faux pout on his face. "Porter there are better men to teach that lesson." They all raised their eyes at Darlin', wondering who would be a 'better lesson' for their dear princess.

Not appreciating the confused yet amused stares from their friends, Darlin' just mumbled about how she could have learned from their mistakes rather than making her own. It was fair game, but that was assuming that Darlin's 'mistakes' were their fault. They were not.

"Can we go home? Me and Lovely have reservations at a restaurant and I need to go." He yawned, a telltale sign that Vincent was tired and needed to recharge with Lovely. It was sickeningly adorable, and she was happy that he found someone to spend his eternity with.

Darlin' wasn't having any of it. "Shut up, Vincent! Some of us have actual problems like making sure our friends don't end up with mediocre men." Harsh words aside, it was clear that they didn't mean to sound rude, they were just angry over the situation.

"Well, at least this 'Christian' won't be able to kill her," Porter mused. He made a dramatic turn towards Darlin', ready to push them to their absolute limit. "That was why you came, wasn't it?"

For fuck's sakes Porter, that was low blow. Even for her.

Rightfully so, Darlin's claws and fangs appeared, eyes sharpening like a shark. "You absolute fucking asshole!" They tackled Porter back into the water, and thankfully, Porter's head hadn't floated back to the surface. Yet at least.

"Do you really like him?" Vincent asked from beside her.

She thought about it. Christian was definitely the man who's made her feel more… she didn't what he made her feel. Alexis Solaire (formerly known as Alexis Getty) didn't feel love. For as long as she could remember, the most she would feel was a strong 'like'. But love? She wasn't sure she was capable of that feeling.

But that was until William and Vincent sparked the familial love she didn't have towards her own biological family. Or how Porter and Darlin' bonded over the platonic love they all share for each other.

Maybe Christian would be the person to teach her romantic love.

"I don't know Vince, but I think we should check on Darlin' and make sure they haven't mauled Porter by now."

Vincent's demeanour perked up with realization. "Shit- We can't have them rip his arm off again!" He jumped back into the water, trying to stop the coastal line from becoming shark-infested again.

Alexis looked up at the moon. She still doesn't believe she deserves this chance of a beautiful second life. All of her mistakes and regrets always prevented her from living in the present. But with how Christian carries himself, being able to let things bounce off him, it inspires her that maybe she can do the same thing.

She smiled. She can't wait to see Christian messy with powder sugar all over his mouth.

[dumbledore-ariana]

girl how are you feeling about one sided ariana x elphias !!!!

i’ve seen a ton of posts online about how ariana had a crush on gellert and i’m not seeing it, our darling girl was scared of magic i can’t imagine she would have a crush on a violent arrogant boy who was kicked out his school for endangering his peers

BUT elphias is such a sweetheart and he was kind and quiet, he was easily flustered and extremely loyal, he would have reminded her of the boys in romance novels, i love the idea that she had a little crush on him but he was so smitten with albus he didn’t even notice ( and also because there was a two / three year age gap which is why i view it as a crush on ariana’s part and nothing more )

idk if they even met lmao, i’m assuming they did because the way elphias spoke about kendra i have assume they had met, maybe he was invited to the house a few times ???? idk what i’m saying 😭 i just want your opinion on my little one sided ship because i think it’s a cute idea

I do not want to clarify that I am in no way erasing other people’s perspectives, everyone is entitled to their own opinion and their own thoughts, especially regarding how little information there is on each character, no one can be truly ‘right.’ But my opinion is based on what I found to be the most realistic and compliant for the circumstances of the time, depending on how I have interpreted them.

I will be frank, I haven’t ever considered anything between Ariana and Elphias but, unfortunately, I have witnessed Gellert x Ariana...

So whilst we’re here I will in fact mull over why I find the prospect of Ariana fostering a small crush or anything of that sort, towards Gellert, weird.

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First off, into the summer, Kendra has been dead for a few weeks now and her absence is a suffocating prospect that would impact Ariana greatly, as a result of Kendra being her mother and her main caregiver. I think it’s fitting to assume that at this point, she would probably foster a lot of frustration towards herself as a result of her guilt, alongside the fact that her routine is ruptured completely. 

So, in my opinion; I think there is some sense in the argument that at this point, Ariana would have been incredibly withdrawn from everyone around her, most likely spending long, incessant periods in her room whilst neglecting her own requirements too.

Therefore, I can’t really see her interacting with anyone outside her two brothers, until far later into the summer. 

Second of all, we know that canonically Ariana was a scared character, [‘But mostly she was..scared and harmless.’p564] and as a result of this, I tend to perceive her as being quite timid as a result since understandably, she was terrified in her situation; prompting her lack of confidence in her own stability. Adding on to the fact that these characteristics would be heightened as a result of her trauma from her mother’s death. Therefore, in my opinion; as you have stated, I find that if she were to interact with Gellert, or be introduced to him, there is a strong chance that she would have been very withdrawn, very shy as a result of her own fear and anxiety towards hurting anyone else. Therefore, not setting off the best impression for Gellert to interact with her further either.

Of course, this isn't to erase any prospect of her interacting with Gellert as i'm sure there is a strong chance that they did in canon, but this is just my general belief towards the likelihood of Ariana fostering a genuine affection for Gellert, a crush… this is not me arguing that they never interacted whatsoever, considering that Albus intended for Ariana to come with them, they probably did!!

Alongside this all, Gellert is a stranger at the end of the day and I believe that he would appear as a very out-going person, energetic and absorbed in his own magic which I think would contrast against her greatly. 

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Meanwhile with Elphias, that is a really interesting thought and I can see where you’re coming from completely and I think the fact he’s not Gellert is already a plus.

 However, I think for me it depends on the likelihood of the scenario, in my opinion there is a high probability that Elphias did meet Kendra but of course it’s hard to come to a conclusion on this when there is so much dividing information. (The burdens of this fandom being so incredibly reliant on like three separate chapters of information.) However, from what I have interpreted myself, I think the likelihood of Elphias ever meeting Ariana enough for her to witness his personality outside of what Albus has spoken of him would be incredibly slim. 

ALTHOUGH, this is not to dampen your view on it, if the circumstances were otherwise I would have really loved for Ariana to have met Albus’ friends, etc etc. I definitely see where you're coming from and see this and prefer it WAY MORE than Ariana having a crush on Gellert. You have such interesting and creative ideas Bee, and I’m glad you’re apart of this fandom and willing to share this with me because it is an honour!! THANK YOU

[purple-phesh-and-cheps]

florean and august headcanons bc why not

currently brainrotting abt them (not even as a ship just as characters lol) so here you go ig

florean:

his father (a muggle) lived most of his life in italy, working class background, immigrated to england in the 50s and opened a shop (maybe gelato im not sure). met his wife (a witch) in london, they got together and had their first child, alice. the whole magic thing was quite a lot to handle at first (when alice started showing signs of it, and the mother had to explain everything) but the father loved his wife and wanted to have a family so he accepted it eventually. ~a year later they had florean.

he always wanted to open an gelateria because he liked making people happy, especially children. it was his dream to own a shop in diagon alley

i imagine his personality as sort of a mixture between james, remus, and frank tbh (although i would really like to establish him as an independent character instead of just comparing him to others)

he loves his sister alice very much, she looks out for him, and although she might tease him a bit she also loves him <3

he loves life at hogwarts, and he loves routines !!! he hates unpredictability in his life, prefers to have a familiar schedule that he can stick to. he finds change extremely stressful and can sometimes appear to have mood swings because of this

august:

august grew up on a farm in the lake district (northern england). both his parents were magical, although neither were pure bloods. his bloodline has witches and wizards in it, going back many generations, but also muggles as well. he doesn't have any siblings.

after his mother died, when he was ~8, they moved off the farm (which they gave to his aunt and uncle) to london. ollivander started up his wandmaking business, and they lived together in a flat above the shop in diagon alley. he looks back very fondly on the time he spent in the country growing up, he loves to be in nature, and is comfortable in solitude. he's very much a wild spirit (sort of reminding me of anne of green gables)

every summer holidays he spends time on the farm with his aunt and uncle.

i imagine his personality as sort of a mixture between lily, regulus, and ANNE OF GREEN GABLES (although - again - i would really like to establish him as an independent character instead of just comparing him to others)

he does love his father, although he can get on his nerves a little because it's just the two of them living together, and he's very sporadic and sometimes reclusive.

he loves living at hogwarts, and spends a lot of his free time outside, walking on the grounds or even venturing to the edges of the forbidden forest. the scottish countryside sort of reminds him of the moors where he grew up.

tagging the truther (@floreanfortescuetruther)

[distant-velleity]

🥰😍🤩🙌 for Chrysos and Davis :)

🥰do you think you're attractive?

"...It depends. Of course, I put as much effort into my appearance as is required of me. But, if we're talking about my mer form, then I'm afraid I... oh, nevermind."

...

"No, not really... I'm just average. I'd argue my twin sis is the one with the good looks, haha."

😍are you a romantic?

"Do I look like I have the time for that? I can only hold onto so many dreams." That is a poorly-disguised 'yes.'

...

"No. I think you can tell just from looking at me that I prefer facts over feelings and my studies over relationships." A pause. "...but, there are exceptions here and there..."

🤩who do you look up to?

"A more general answer would be the Sea Witch. I don't think that needs any explanation. However... hm. I suppose if you want some more answers, then people like Housewarden Ashengrotto, Clearcove, and Housewarden Schoenheit would suffice."

...

"Since childhood, it's always been my dad. He's the whole reason I wanted to be able to use magic and go to an arcane academy. Well--there's other people too. For example, take Riddle. He's... intense, but it pays off. And I have to respect a guy who can strike the fear of gods into Ace, haha."

🙌do you stim?

"As if I'd tell you that? ...I jest. I suppose the closest thing would be that I have a tendency to mess with my hair. To be frank, I probably exhibited more stimming behaviors as a child, but I was not exactly allowed to, so...."

...

"If I do, I'm not exactly aware of it..."

[shegeekery]

Splintered — Chapter 2

Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Doctor Who, Loki TV series (crossover) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: N/A, but I plan to keep it as friendly to both Lokius and Sylkie as I can. Characters: The Doctor, Ruby Sunday, Mobius, Ouroboros, B-15, Casey (Sylvie coming in later) Summary: The Doctor and Ruby find themselves in a strange universe where the timelines are controlled by the God of Mischief. Is it any surprise that the TVA needs help from a Time Lord?

Chapter Index: Chapter 1: I Have a Bad Feeling About This — Length: 2906 words Chapter 2: Ghost Squirrel (this post) — Length: 2738 words Chapter 3: Splintered — Length: 2852 words Chapter 4: Getting the Band Back Together — Length: 2496 words Chapter 5: Intervention — Length: 2496 words

“So, you knew Loki too, then?”

Ruby leaned on the promenade wall, gazing out over the futuristic city.

“Yeah,” Casey answered. “I liked him. Except, when he first got here, he threatened to ‘gut me like a fish’, only I didn’t know what a fish was.”

“How do you not know what a fish is?” Ruby asked in surprise.

“That’s exactly what he said!” Casey shrugged. “We don’t have fish at the TVA, so I had to look it up later. It turned out okay, though. At any rate, he settled down after he found out what he wanted was just junk here anyway.”

“And you’ve never been anywhere outside the TVA?”

Casey stood up a little straighter. “They gave me a promotion after I helped O.B. with all the science stuff and now they let me do a bit of field work once in a while, but before that, no. Well, I guess I did have a life on the timeline before they brought me here and wiped my memory ages ago, but I got a look at my file and…” He grimaced. “I think I like who I am here better.”

Ruby nodded, remembering what the Doctor had said about ‘Frank’. “Well, you seem like a lovely bloke to me.”

“Thanks,” he replied, with an embarrassed grin.

“So, do you have any idea what might be going on with the tree…what’s it called again?”

“Yggdrasil. I dunno. I don’t really know anything about magic. It doesn’t work at the TVA — well, unless they turn off the dampeners.”

“How did the timelines work before Loki created Yggdrasil?”

“We had this really big machine called the Loom, but it couldn’t support all the timelines after we stopped pruning them. We were about to try upgrading it, but then Loki just suddenly went out there on his own, wrecked the Loom, and replaced it.” Casey shook his head. “It was really weird. I can’t help feeling like I missed something.”

“So that wasn’t planned, then?”

“No. I mean, Loki must have had a reason, but I can’t understand why he didn’t let us try the upgrade first. He was totally on-board with the idea, and then…boom. Yggdrasil.”

Ruby considered this. “Loki’s a god, right? Can he time-travel?”

“Not that I — no, wait, he did have a problem for a while. O.B. called it timeslipping. He was just randomly appearing and disappearing in different moments in time. Nearly gave me a heart attack a couple of times. But O.B. built a temporal aura extractor and Mobius used it to stop Loki from timeslipping, and that was the end of it.”

“Is there any chance it happened again? Maybe Loki went out there because he already knew the upgrade wouldn’t work?”

“I…guess that’s possible. Makes about as much sense as anything else.”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned traveling with the Doctor, it’s that time is a lot trickier than I ever thought.”

“You can say that ag—”

Casey was interrupted by screams from nearby pedestrians. Ruby whirled around just in time to see a ghostly squirrel, roughly the size of a Cocker Spaniel, running along the promenade wall and carrying a file folder in its teeth. As she watched, it swung its head and tossed the folder over the edge, papers flying out as the contents drifted down to the surface far below. The squirrel, glowing with an eerie green light, chittered to itself and ran along the wall past Ruby and Casey before it jumped onto a passing flying vehicle and disappeared from their sight.

“What was that?” Ruby exclaimed.

Casey shook his head, equally bewildered. “It looked like magic of some sort, but that’s impossible here. Well, unless the dampeners are malfunctioning. I think I’d better go talk to O.B.”

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“Casey! Good to see you. And Ruby! Sorry we were interrupted earlier.”

“Hey O.B.,” Casey said. “We just saw something really weird out on the promenade. Are the magic dampeners having problems, by any chance?”

O.B. shook his head. “Not that I know of. Why?”

“We just saw this weird looking creature. Kind of like a big rat, but with a bushy tail. Glowing.“ Casey began.

“A squirrel. A giant ghost squirrel,” Ruby clarified. She turned back to Casey. “You’ve never seen a squirrel either?”

Casey shook his head. “I guess I probably should get out more now that we’re not worried about creating branches.”

O.B. turned to his computer console. “Miss Minutes, can you run a diagnostic on the magic dampeners for me?”

A tangerine-colored holographic clock with a cartoonish face appeared above the counter. “Sure, boss! Is there anything in particular you want me to look for?”

Ruby smiled, amused by the clock’s American Southern belle accent.

O.B. paused for a moment, thinking. “Anything that might allow magic in the TVA, I suppose.”

“On it, boss!” The clock gave a little salute and disappeared with a cartoon flourish.

“What was that?” Ruby asked.

“Miss Minutes,” Casey said. “She’s the AI that helps keep this place running — but we’re not sure how much to trust her after she, well…”

“Tried to kill us all,” O.B. finished for him. “I reset her programming, so…fingers crossed.”

“Okay? Why did she want to kill you?”

Casey answered. “She was working for the guy who built this place originally. We were working for him, too, but we didn’t know it. After we found out and stopped doing his dirty work, she disappeared and we caught her helping him. Well, it was more complicated than that, but…”

“But now she’s working for you?”

“In theory,” O.B. answered, with a shrug.

Casey leaned in and stage-whispered, “Just between you and me, I think she has a crush on O.B. now. She always answers instantly when he calls for her. She makes the rest of us wait a bit.”

“A love-struck AI. Sounds dangerous,” Ruby said doubtfully.

Casey and O.B. both nodded vigorously.

Miss Minutes appeared again. “Hey boss, I finished the diagnostic. No problems with the dampeners. Is there anything else you need?”

“Is there any way magic could work in the TVA with the dampeners on?” Casey asked.

Miss Minutes turned to Casey, and Ruby thought she detected a bit of annoyance on the part of the AI — or maybe it was just her imagination.

“Well, it’s impossible to initiate magic inside the TVA, but I suppose, if the source was powerful enough, it could be created outside and sent in. It would have to be really powerful, though.”

“Really powerful…like a god, maybe?” The Doctor asked from behind them. B-15 was at his side.

“Yes, possibly,” Miss Minutes answered.

“We’ve been getting reports of some sort of ghost squirrel terrorizing people all over the TVA,” B-15 explained.

“I know,” Casey said. “Ruby and I saw it too.”

“I need to look into this…whatever it is,” B-15 went on. “In the meantime, O.B., I need you to help the Doctor here with whatever he needs to fix his ship. He’s going to try to get close to Yggdrasil and see what’s happening there. I’ve called Mobius in to help — he should be here shortly.”

“Almost like old times!” O.B. replied cheerfully.

B-15 smiled. “Almost, minus a couple of unruly gods. Okay, Ruby, you’re with me. The Doctor tells me you have some experience with this type of investigation.”

Ruby looked to the Doctor, who nodded reassuringly. “You have your phone on you?”

“Always,” she said. “Right, let’s get cracking. You boys stay out of trouble!”

The Doctor grinned. “Like that’s ever going to happen.”

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“Wow. Trans-dimensional engineering! I thought that was only science fiction!”

The Doctor watched as O.B. turned slowly around inside the Tardis. He never tired of seeing others’ reactions to it, but it was particularly fun when the visitor had at least a theoretical understanding of the science instead of assuming “magic”.

“Say,” O.B. went on. “If you can do this, you should be able to time-travel as well. Same principle, just applied to the time part of spacetime instead of the space part.”

“Way ahead of you,” the Doctor replied with a wink.

“No way! I mean, we have time-travel technology at the TVA of course, but it’s of a more limited kind. Time-doors and that sort of thing.”

“Yes way. But I wouldn’t try it just now. With the stabilizers on the blink and the whole different universe, different rules thing, we could wind up in serious trouble.”

They made their way to the console, and O.B. skipped and hopped around it, examining the controls and inspecting the underside. “Oh, yeah, I see what you mean. These fluid links don’t look so good. They’re a little different from what we use, but I should be able to cobble something together that would work for you and help with moving around in this universe.”

The Doctor nodded approvingly while surreptitiously scanning O.B. with the sonic screwdriver. Human. But clearly beyond genius-level. This fellow could out-engineer quite a few Time Lords I knew. I should probably get him out of here before he absorbs enough information to build his own Tardis.

O.B. disconnected one of the fluid links and stood up. “If it’s okay, I’ll just take this back to my workroom and see what I can do for you.”

“Sounds lovely,” the Doctor said with some relief. “I’ll stay here and do some recalibration on the sensors so I can get better data on Yggdrasil.”

There was a knock on the Tardis door. A middle-aged gentleman with silver hair and a mustache, dressed in swim shorts and a wetsuit top, stepped in hesitantly. “O.B.? They told me I might find you in this shed — holy mackerel!”

The man stared at the vast interior as if he couldn’t quite process what he was seeing. O.B. waved to him on his way out. “Mobius! Welcome back! Doctor, this is Mobius. Mobius, this is the Doctor.”

“Hey, O.B.” Mobius made his way up to the console and held out his hand. “Hi, nice to meet you, Doctor…uh?”

“Just the Doctor,” the Doctor replied, shaking his hand. “A pleasure. So you’re the ‘Loki-whisperer’ they were telling me about?”

“Well, I dunno about that, but I guess I do know him pretty well. As well as anyone can, anyway,” Mobius answered distractedly while continuing to gaze around the console room. Turning back to the Doctor, he added sheepishly, “Please excuse my attire. I was jet-skiing when they called me in.”

The Doctor gave him a cocky grin. “No worries, mate, Love a bloke in swim trunks.” He turned back to the readout on the console viewscreen and began typing commands. “B-15 told me that Loki wouldn’t damage the timelines. Do you agree with that?”

Mobius nodded. “Yeah. I still don’t really understand why he did all this instead of just letting us upgrade the Loom, but he wouldn’t have gone out there all by himself unless he thought he had to.”

“Did he say anything at all before he did it?”

“He just said something about knowing what kind of god he needed to be, then he forced open the blast doors,” Mobius answered, then shrugged. “He’s always been a bit of a drama queen.”

The Doctor turned away from the viewscreen, studying Mobius carefully. “You really miss him, don’t you?”

The other man paused, seemingly reluctant to admit it. Finally, he responded, “Yeah. Don’t get me wrong. He was…a lot, if you know what I mean. Sometimes I felt more like a babysitter than an analyst — and I think we spent more time arguing than anything else — but…yeah, I miss him. And despite the cosmic crisis we were dealing with, I think he was actually kind of happy here, which if you knew him — well, he always used to say that contentment wasn’t in his nature.”

“I know the feeling. So what else can you tell me about him?”

While the Doctor worked, Mobius very briefly went over the highlights — and lowlights — of Loki’s career as the God of Mischief, up through his attack on New York and subsequent arrival at the TVA and metamorphosis from unwilling collaborator to valued team member and friend.

When Mobius finished, the Doctor smiled softly. “So where everyone else saw a villain, a monster, you saw potential? Someone who needed help?”

“Well, yes,” the other man answered, a bit defensively. “But—“

The Doctor turned away from the console. “I like you, Mobius. Okay — all finished here. Let’s see how O.B. is doing with those fluid links.”

Mobius followed the Doctor out of the Tardis and down the hallway to Repairs and Advancement. O.B. wasn’t there, but Casey was behind the counter, fiddling with a device that looked a bit like a smart phone, what the TVA Handbook called a TemPad. “Oh, hey there! O.B.’s up in the loft.” He pointed to an opening in the ceiling. “He said he’s almost finished with your fluid links.”

“Problems with your TemPad?” the Doctor asked.

Casey shook his head. “Not mine — just helping out. Fixing these isn’t really in my job description, but I like to keep in practice, and they really keep O.B. hopping with these repair jobs.”

As they were talking, O.B. lowered himself down to the ground level in a harness chair.  He was holding a cardboard box.

“Awesome!” the Doctor said admiringly. “I used to have one of those chairs in the Tardis.”

“I’ve got your fluid links right here.” O.B. set the box on the counter. “These should fit the sockets. They’ll work like your old ones, but they can also compensate for the time variations at the TVA and they should be more tolerant of spacetime variabilities.”

“Perfect. Thank you, O.B.”

“Don’t mention it. Do you need any help installing them?”

The Doctor picked up one of the devices and examined it. “No, I think I can take it from here. Great work. I’ll just—”

A ghostly green squirrel ran into the room, hopped up on the counter, and snatched the fluid link from the Doctor’s hand. The Doctor reached for his sonic screwdriver, but the squirrel jumped onto one of the cables holding the harness chair, then clambered up it and into the loft before the Doctor could scan it. They heard the sound of breaking glass.

“I guess it’s a good thing I made a few extras.” O.B. said.

“What the heck was that?” Mobius asked.

“Ghost squirrel,” Casey informed him.

“Well, yeah, I can see that. But why is it here?”

“B-15 and Ruby — that’s the Doctor’s friend — are trying to find out,” Casey said. “Oh, that reminds me. Ruby had a theory about why Loki didn’t let us try to upgrade the Loom. She thinks maybe he started timeslipping again and knew the upgrade wouldn’t work. The more I think about it, the more sense it makes.”

Mobius nodded slowly. “Well, that would explain it. But I don’t remember him timeslipping again.”

Casey shook his head. “But you wouldn’t remember, would you? None of us would. And if the upgrade failed, we would all have been dead when the Loom overloaded, so he couldn’t come to us for help.” He shrugged. “Maybe he just learned to control it.”

“Right!” O.B. exclaimed. “That would explain how he was able to handle the timelines the way he did. If he was dislodged from time and space, and had control over it…yes, of course! That explains everything.”

“So you’re saying that he could travel through time and space, at will, without the need for a TemPad, or something like the Tardis?” the Doctor asked.

O.B. nodded.

Mobius blew out a breath. “I guess it’s a good thing he was on our side. He could have caused a lot of mischief with that kind of power.”

“Assuming there was anything left after the Loom exploded,” Casey added.

“Yeah,” O.B. and the Doctor replied in unison.

The Doctor picked up the box of fluid links and headed through the archway. “Mobius? You coming? Your insights might be helpful when we get there.”

“In the — what did you call it? The Tardis? Is it safe?”

The Doctor gestured with the box. “Guess we’ll find out!”

Mobius looked to O.B. and Casey. Both shrugged, and he sighed, following the Doctor. “As long as I don’t have to wear one of those bulky core suits again.” Go to the next chapter

[theenpcbracket]

Round 1: Greggor Handson vs Mercurial

Image ID included, click to see the full image please!

(Only an image of Mercurial was submitted for this poll)

More about each NPC below the cut!

Character 1

Name: Greggor Handson Party: The Bomb Squad Relationship to party: "Healer"

What makes them the best NPC: Every party need a healer. If you don’t have one, you need one. And if you are on a budget, Greggor Handson can be yours! Greggor was exiled from polite society and lives in an abandoned castle, but his rates are low low low and his survival rates are high high high! Better yet, he wont ask you any questions! Are your burn marks related to the explosion at the Duke’s palace? Does your description match a group wanted by the law? Greggor doesn’t care! Greggor just wants the opportunity to work on your body and maaaybe make an improvement here or there. Don’t worry! All new eyes have dark vision and the risk of infection is minimal.

Greggor prides himself not only in the quality of his work, but also his service. His appearance IS off putting, there is absolutely NO getting around it. But be assured all alterations to his body were made by Greggor himself. That he is somehow still alive is a testament to his abilities. Could a “sane” but only moderately talented healer make such radical modifications and survive? No! As Greggor himself would say, when given the choice between sanity and ability, “thanity is grothely overethtimated, theheheh”. His contagious enthusiasm for his work and frank bedside manner is what sets him apart. As Greggor would say, “I gif mythelf four thumbth up! Any more ith medically unnethethary – and I thould know! I’m a doctor.”

Quote: "You were more than my paithenth, you were my friendth," Greggor's last words.

Any extra propaganda under the tag Greggor Handson, to be found here

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Character 2

Name: Mercurial Party: The Fosters Relationship to party: Friend, ally, strategist, arcane scientist

What makes them the best NPC: Mercurial is a drow divination wizard who loves his girlfriend and studying magic very much. He’s so incredibly anxious and semi-unintentionally goofy at all times, but he ultimately has a steel will and the determination to back it. His girlfriend and he helped lead a drow rebellion against the high elven monarchists, and they’re both currently elbows-deep in helping to set up a more equitable but still stable government to replace the emperor. He’s a skilled diviner and she’s an incredible tactician, so they’re incredible strategists.

He is both so incredibly cool and just some guy. He'll do just about anything you ask. Once, a PC told him to go get "as many lemons as [he could]" and he brought back hundreds. Every time we drop in on him, he ends up nervously making like, French toast or bruschetta or something. He’s also an incredibly competent wizard who is going for his arcane PhD. He got into biochemistry when one of our PCs (an old friend of his and his girlfriend’s) asked him to do some blood analyses. When he realized one of the party NPCs's blood would confirm a hypothesis he had but she wouldn’t give it to him, he (for the first time) used his unassuming and nervous demeanor to trick her into letting her guard down enough that he could stab, grab, and run like hell away with the blood. He talks like Eeyore. I love him so much.

Quote: "Wait, don't tell her, I don't want her to be more mad at me than she already is..." -Mercurial, after tricking the party NPC.

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[cryptidofthekeys]

Nigel and Frank

Alrighty! I’m posting my silly lil Pizza Tower OCs, are they perhaps too serious for a game like this? fgjkdjgfkd probably- I made Franks fucking horrifying ...Unintentionally technically but then when I thought about his appearance i was like

ah,, thats horrible- uhhh TWs for Murder (blame Frank for that one) and a Panic Attack

also if you see anything inconsistent ignore it fgjkdldkjfsd all my OCs change over time, also tried to work on them when I was still exhausted

but either way,, take these two while I work on the third and final one

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| Names: Nigel and Frank

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| Nicknames: Nigey (nigh-gee) and Franky or Franks

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| Genders: Nigel goes by He/They and Frank goes by He/Him

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| Ages: Idk specifics for ages for these idiots but they are adults

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| Heights: Nigel is 4’11” meanwhile Frank is 6’8”

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| Species/Races: Nigel is a Pizzard and Frank is one of those, idk if those things have a name unfortunately but its the weird butcher sausages in that one fnaf inspired level

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| Occupations: Nigel is a fucking W I Z A R D, they magic! And Frank is just,, a butcher

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| Eye Colors: Nigel’s eyes are just black pupils and Frank’s… Eugh… He just carved Xs for his eyes (no real reason for the Xs, it was just the easiest) and he even carved himself a mouth, don’t ask me how but he has razor sharp teeth (are they his? …Maybe)

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| Body Types: Nigel I guess is average? He’s just, a shadow dude- Frank is big and w i d e.

| Appearances: They’re appearances are nothing special- like… Literally they just wear the outfits they do in game because I’m too lazy to think of anything else, the funniest thing though, if you take Nigel’s cloak off- They are just a shadow figure, just eyeballs on a shadow-

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That’s about all I can say seeing as I’m not changing anything here sooo… (I only really changed the butcher sausage, giving Frank X eyes and teeth and a mouth)

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| Personality: Onto the personalities of these lads! So like,, Nigel knows he’s supposed to be an enemy to that,, weird pizza guy- Peppino? Yeah, that’s his name- …Weird… Name but aight- whatever- They literally do NOT want to deal with that chef, yeah no fuck that nonsense- Nigel wants no part of Peppino.

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They’d never admit it even though they’ve made it blatantly obvious but they are scared of that bastard, he’s seen the way he’s fucking just RUN at enemies and that alone was enough to make Nigel shake his head and go ‘yeah I’m not doing this’

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Literally fucking b o l t s when they see the chef in the fucking DISTANCE even if he’s not approaching them, wants nothing to do with him- Aside from his crippling fear of the chef, Nigel is actually pretty chill despite his role, he can be kind when he wants to be, and even friendly.

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Nigel does have anxiety, especially social anxiety as they don’t usually tend to socialize around others, not even the other Pizzards, they just prefer to be by themselves or hanging out with Frank (I’ll explain how those two met in side facts)

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Overall, Nigel can be kind and friendly if you get past the social anxiety/anxiety in general, got whatever the fear of Chefs would be despite their role of being an enemy that needs to stop him, and hell tbh they just do not give a shit, they wanna do their own things-

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He’s also a huge nerd who loves to talk about the magic he’s learned and overall he’s REALLY big into fantasy stuff (Nigel would love DnD) can talk your ears off about a lot of fantasy themed things and or magic stuff.

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Now onto Frank, oh yeah, he’s a fucking nightmare- He’s VERY MUCH not as chill as Nigel can be, he’s aggressive, cruel, mean, and pretty evil ngl- Franks just stalks about the place usually, looking for any intruders even though they do got alarm systems but he just can’t fucking lay there all night, he gets so b o r e d in that place.

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Franks knows it's against the rules, he shouldn’t be leaving that dumb decrepit restaurant because it’s not allowed but given his size and stature… If anyone is THAT dumb to try and tell him he can’t or try to stop him, well, guess he’ll find a really nice place to put that cleaver of his.

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It depends on his mood, he very much enjoyed scaring the hell out of that chef, uh, Pepperoni? …Peppers? …Tony? …Whatever the fuck his name was- Frank doesn’t care about his name, he’s just here to fucking murder because he’s a bastard.

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…Franks WON’T deny however, that chef has some fucking s p e e d, like god d a m n- He can move so fast when he wants to and it’s honestly a little unnerving even for him, does find it funny though when he just fucking BARRELS into enemies, laughs when they get obliterated.

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He takes pleasure in others misfortunes and suffering, he’s a huge sadist, that much is a given- When he’s NOT being a horrible disgusting bastard, he’s either patrolling the restaurant, sneaking out to see Nigel, and or just doing what he does best, butchering ��N-Not necessarily JUST a being of course.

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Speaking of Nigel, how the hell these two became friends is the fucking mystery of the century, because if anyone saw Franks approaching them, they’d think oh he’s going to fucking murder that guy oh no- But nope, he just ruffles the other’s hat and asks how’s it goin’?

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Franks is secretly pretty protective over Nigel, won’t let anyone mess with him- No, he’s the only one allowed to mess with Nigey- And oh does he fucking mess with the other, he loves to pull pranks on them, he knows they’re scared of that chef too so sometimes he likes to be a little mean.

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And well he’ll be like “Heh, hey Nigey, that chef’s coming” at first Nigel believed him every time and would fucking run up a tree or ANY kinda platform to try and get away bc he didn’t want to get fucking obliterated by the Italian Flash meanwhile Frank just laughed at him, now he’s not as quick to believe it but even then, Nigel still doesn’t wanna risk it.

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Because what if this is the ONE time Franks is not lying? Franks thinks it's fun to mess with Nigey but he knows the other’s limits and he knows not to push them too far, deep down, Frank actually genuinely does care about Nigel, hell if Peppino actually d i d start approaching him, Franks would legit stand to oppose him.

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Franks ain’t letting n o b o d y hurt Nigel, hell, he’s been afraid a few times himself that he’d hurt them because he’s a big fella and he’s REALLY strong at that, wouldn’t even need to use a weapon to hurt anyone, could easily just crush them with his bare hands.

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Also Franks doesn’t give a shit if your Peppino or not, he’s an enemy to fucking EVERYONE …ExceptNigelahem- But he’s a fucking menace to society, if he wants to, he’ll butcher you-

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| Side Facts: (I fucking forgot about Gustavo and uh, Brick- Nigel isn’t scared of him at all, thinks the giant rat is kinda cool- doesn’t get near him because of... You know who... While Franks thinks the rat is cool too but Gustavo? Just another lamb to the slaughter to him)

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How Frank and Nigel met was an… Interesting one, honestly Nigel had just been wandering around, he was looking for something for one of his potions and apparently this weird honestly creepy ass looking restaurant had exactly the item they needed!

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So Nigel went in looking for it and uh needless to say he fucking HATES that place, absolutely terrified of that place- Literally will never step foot in there again (...Unless Franks needed help of course)

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He got chased by these… Well he’s not sure what they were, it was like some freaky looking animatronics- IF they were actually animatronics, honestly Nigel didn’t know and didn’t care, not his business if they were organic or not- He was here for one item and that’s it.

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Nigel set off so many of those,, alarm things, they weren’t sure what to call ‘em but they set s o many of those fucking things off lmao

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Frank however wasn’t laying there like they do in the game tho lmao, nah, he was already patrolling when he heard the alarm, he was e x c i t e d, eager- Because holy shit, finally an intruder!

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Frank found him with the slightest ease tbh, it wasn’t that hard with how much he yelped and screamed, oh they were v e r y easily scared, that’d be fun- He was surprised to find it was one of them… Pizza Wizards, one of them lil guys, he’s encountered a lotta things before.

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Franks was curious because, what the hell was one of them lil guys here for? He stalked them for a good bit, just seeing what they were doing, also watching them run from the others and trying not to laugh at his misfortune.

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Eventually Nigel found one of the items he had been searching for this entire time, he looked s o fucking happy, holding the item high above his head “I-I did it… Haaa… Hahahaha” …Oh, okay, maybe they had cracked just a little bit, that was a maniacal cackle-

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Franks then just stood in front of the mmm, only exit, blocking Nigel’s path entirely- He was still celebrating his victory when he saw a shadow cast in the doorway and then they turned around, eyes wide “...You’ve got to be kidding me, that’s not faaiirrr…” …He sounds a little angry lmao and he’s complaining.

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Frank literally just laughs and waves to the small Pizzard “Hey there lil fella, got a problem?” (That’s another thing he does, he constantly pokes fun at Nigel’s height) This leads to Nigel complaining about this entire damn restaurant and this makes Frank sigh afterwards when Nigel gets through “...Ya done yet?”

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Nigel then looks up in thought, opening his mouth a few times before shrugging “Yeah, okay, I got nothing more” Franks then started approaching the other who readied a lightning bolt “S-Stay back! Don’t you d a r e c-come any cl… Closer!”

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Franks of course doesn’t stop, he’s just grinning, showing off his sharp teeth- “Ya know, if ya fire that there lightning bolt, it’ll cause a fuss, and that fuss’ll cause them alarm bots to come investigate, which’ll prompt th’ others to also investigate”

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Nigel’s eyes narrow at that “...And if I DON’T, I’ll still die, because YOU will just kill me, so what does it matter? I’m damned if I do or don’t, at least I won’t go out without a fight!” Franks then pauses at that, thinking for a moment before nodding “Eh, I reckon yer right”

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Alright I really don’t,, wanna turn this into no mini-fic (It’s a little too late for that one, past me) so I’ll cut to the chase. Frank actually applauds Nigel for making it THIS far, applauds for actually getting they’re hands on the item they came here for, in fact, he’s so impressed… That he legit moves to the side.

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Which surprises the hell out of Nigel but they think it's a trick, even accusing the other that if they come closer, then the other will surely strike them- Franks feigns being hurt by such ‘cruel words’ and then says that he guesses Nigel doesn’t want the secret shortcut outta here.

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There was a pause from Nigel, momentarily before they cautiously ask about the shortcut, to which Frank tells them they should apologize for ‘’hurting his feelings’’ …They groan and begrudgingly apologize.

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Franks then motions for them to follow him, Nigel has a lotta anxiety and paranoia about this moment, because this feels like he’s being lead to his death.

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Why should he trust the other? He’s one of them damned butchers! So why wasn’t he… Chasing him? T R Y I N G to kill him in SOME way? …It didn’t make sense, he followed behind Frank but from a safe distance.

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…Much to Nigel’s surprise, Frank didn’t lie, he actually led them out safe and sound, this way had n o animatronics nor alarms, nothing- It was calm, quiet, and clear as could be- Franks had talked about this being his special way out of the restaurant without being questioned.

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Of course when they got to the end, Nigel questioned Frank, asking him why he was helping them escape? …Why was he doing this? Why wasn’t he swinging that cleaver down or- or SOMETHING! Nigel had been narrowly escaping death all night so why… Wasn’t Franks doing the same?

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…The funny thing is, Franks didn’t have an answer then, he just snapped at Nigel and said that if he don’t get going, he’ll change his mind and Nigel WILL be on the end of that cleaver, so he heard that loud and clear and began scampering out of there before pausing and turning around.

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“...What’s your name?” There was a pause from the sausage butcher who had turned around and had begun to walk away before that question popped up “...Frank” And then Nigel spoke up “...Thank you, Frank… I’m Nigel, it uh, heh… I guess you could say it was nice… MEATing you”

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And oh Nigel has a cute lil snort when he laughs- Franks couldn’t help it, he let out a full on belly laugh at the other’s stupid pun, which made Nigel feel all giddy- He then turned around, a big toothy grin on his face “...Yer alright, lil fella… I’ll see ya around”

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And so that’s how those two met essentially- Nigel still complains about that damned restaurant because holy fuck is it terrifying, he doesn’t know how or why Frank stays there- …But then again they also have no fucking clue how Frank found where they lived-

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It’s best not to question it- Either way, the two have been friends from the beginning …Maybe a lil more- Who knows- Ahem-

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Nigel and Frank are curious about one another’s… Occupations, if you could call it that- Frank is curious about the magic stuff and Nigel is curious about the whole… Butcher thing …L-Less so if it involves butchering a person however.

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Frank has ‘destroyed’ (more so just roughed em up) some of the animatronics/other butchers and even alarms for Nigel, he ain’t ever cared for the others anyways- They just… Aren’t as sentient as he is, not even the other butchers- They follow protocol or whatever, while he does what the fuck he wants lmao.

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Franks has a deep southern accent and Nigel has a bit of an Irish accent.

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Nigel is Gay while Frank is Bisexual. (They’re in love with each other lmao)

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I have some juicy lore for the lads now that I’m not baked on meds and anesthetic- Sooo! For some of the bosses, yeah they’ve met em-

Uhh spoilers I guess bc I literally just fucking realized Pizza Tower hasn’t been out that long- jfkdjgdfs- i really need to pay closer attention smh,, but either way BOSSES MENTIONS DOWN BELOW

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Franks hates pretty much everyone who ISN’T Nigel- so he hates all the bosses- but first up I suppose- Pepperman-

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Nigel is more so neutral toward him, the both of them think he’s too narcissistic for his own good, nothing much there tbh- so moving on!

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Next up is The Vigilante, honestly? Franks and Nigel like the cowboy aesthetic he’s got going on.

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Nigel sometimes asks about cowboys and the western aesthetic in general, he likes The Vigilante well enough- not necessarily friends or anything like that but he thinks the other is cool …Although there’ll be no more chances of him e v e r being able to fire a gun again…

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The Vigilante doesn’t want a bullet hole put through him and Nigel fucking sucks at guns- he can aim his magic lightning bolts and such just fine but not a gun, The Vigilante doesn’t know a thing about the magic stuff, so they learn from each other tbh.

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They haven’t met that weird Pizzaface/Pizzahead thingy- I should go ahead and get that out of the way.

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The Noise …Oh my fucking g o d Nigel fucking HATES that thing s o goddamn much, has struck him with so many lightning bolts but the fucker just DOESN’T go away! He’s so loud and obnoxious and just, just… INSUFFERABLE- Franks won’t deny, he fucking hates the thing but…

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It can be kinda funny to watch Nigel get angry and try to hit him with lighting bolts, Franks still thinks he’s very annoying, nothing changes there- …Frank has nearly butchered him out of anger once before Nigel stepped in and dragged him away somewhere, he wasn’t doing it to protect that pest, he was doing it to protect Frank tbh.

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But also legit uh they had some business that needed taken care of tbh, but either way- now the BEST parts of the lore…

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Fake Peppino- or Feppino/Feppi- …Nigel was the only one to encounter that… Thing, and he’d take dealing with The Noise over this Feppi- Nigel was literally just minding his own business when he encountered it, they had been reading up on a new spell they had been trying so hard to cast.

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He eventually bumped into something because the dumbass decided hm, yes, I’ll read while walking- Nothing can go wr- BAM- Right into a wall… After recollecting themselves, they got up, dusting themselves off and then their spellbook before looking at…

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Oh, a pizzeria? …Bruzo’s Pizza? …Nigel then mentally smacks himself bc its fucking Bruno’s Pizza- the N is just falling off- but that wasn’t the only thing falling apart…

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The whole fucking building was falling apart it seemed, old and decrepit- The windows on it were boarded up but also broken, but what caught Nigel’s eye the most was a piece of paper tacked to the wall “...Danger…?” And it just had a pair of eyes in the darkness.

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And Nigel nearly fucking drops they’re spellbook when they see eyes and hands in a darkened boarded up doorway, however when Nigel blinked those limbs and eyes were gone “W-What the hell…?”

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Okay, yeah, Nigel should just run- Run right now- There was no point in investigating, what did he care about some old pizzeria?! Welp ya know how curiosity can be, and Nigel r a r e l y comes through this kinda area, he had just needed to get out and wander- get some fresh air-

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…So Nigel basically goes up and takes the boards off the door …With the help of his magic because of course, after that they then call out “Hello? …Is someone in here?” …And then there’s a pause “...Do you need any help?”

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They don’t hear an answer, cautiously, they take a timid step inside, fidgeting with their gloved hands “If y-you need uh, need an… Any help, I-I can…! I-I um, i-if you're hurt I mean!” …Nothing until he heard something fall that startled him, almost like a spotlight turned on and that lit up the room somewhat.

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…Okay, Nigel was getting more nervous by the second- And then they looked at the sign that was illuminated and their eyes widened “...P-Pepp…ino’s… Pi…zza…” They struggled to get out, now it’s not necessarily because of their anxiety toward h i m but because this wasn’t right!

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“...This… I-Isn’t… P-Peppino’s place…? What the-” And then suddenly the light went out and then came back on and oh holy fuck it got so much worse, the sign now just said that name over and over but the worst bit was… There were those eyes again, those eyes now in a hole in the wall, staring intensely at Nigel.

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There were legs sticking out of different places, those legs were f a r too wide apart to look remotely normal and oh there was a fucking bone sticking out of the trash bag then leg was in, and then they saw an arm, a face in the pizza boxes- and even the sign that once said ‘Nothing Compares’ changed, the face unhinged, letters scrambled and nonsense.

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Nigel felt his breath hitch and tears prick his eyes “W-What… A-Are you…?” Just then, the limbs stopped moving before disappearing, making Nigel yelp at the sudden movements and then, just when they thought it couldn’t get any worse? …It got m u c h much worse.

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That thing emerged from the hole in the wall, practically deforming itself and then reforming itself on the ground on all fours, it looked like Peppino… Except the sunken eyes, the far too long limbs, the melty body, a permanent grin on its face-

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Nigel could feel tears pricking his eyes, and he could feel himself starting to tremble, no…

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Not right now- anything but right now- He could NOT have a fucking panic attack right now- Feppino just stared at him, tilting its head, it said something but it was nothing but gibberish- It sounded like a question though but Nigel just shook they’re head “I-I u-um… Ihavetogo!”

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They spoke way too fast and turned around and just fucking began to book it out of there, it wasn’t even a few seconds later they heard it behind them, they didn’t d a r e turn around because they knew it was chasing them.

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This prompted him to go a lil faster tbh, far too panicked to even think about using any sorta teleporting magic rn- He just ran back toward the door and right as he got out of it, he felt a hand wrap around his ankle.

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They fell flat on their face and then turned around to see that creature who just had its head tilted but there was something there, it looked… Desperate, especially when it spoke- Despite it being nothing but gibberish- there was desperation in Feppino’s tone, of course Nigel could feel his throat closing up.

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It got worse when that thing began dragging him closer to itself, trying to drag it back inside the pizzeria, however he just started struggling, grasping at the slick floor …And of course failing, it wasn’t until he cried out a loud ‘NO!’ that the creature let go, it seemed startled by that.

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But Nigel barely spared it another glance, just yelling out that he didn’t want to die before finally, his magic suddenly kicked in (he didn’t do it purposefully, sometimes when extreme feelings/emotions start rising, it causes his magic to go all crazy)

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And then finally he’s back with Frank- who is startled by Nigel suddenly popping in, he’s about to reprimand Nigel for that but then he sees the other hugging his knees close and struggling to breathe, this causes Frank to immediately kneel down by they’re side “N-Nigel?! Woah, he… Hey now, easy there lil feller… C-C’mon…”

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Nigel pulls his knees away and grasps at his chest “I-I c… ca… n… c-can’t… bre…athe” He managed to speak but just barely, Franks got the picture though, he realized Nigel was having a panic attack “A-Alright, hey, Nigel… Look at me, remember yer breathin’ exercises…” And that leads into Frank trying to get him to calm down.

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…It EVENTUALLY works but Nigel is still shaking and crying and just hugging onto Frank so tightly- Frank was just completely lost, he has no idea what happened that night, he still doesn’t because Nigel REFUSES to talk about it.

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And also I’d argue that he’s actually a lot more terrified of Feppino than Peppino tbh)

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I’ll be very vague with this last bit, was Feppino purposefully trying to hurt Nigel? ...Or was it all a misunderstanding? Who knows~

[aeoki]

School Festival ☆ Tamayori’s Haunted Dollhouse - Chapter 4

Location: Yumenosaki Handicrafts Club Room Characters: Mika, Shuu, Natsume & Tsumugi

Natsume: Good Afternoon ♪

Pardon my intrusiON, Shuu Nii-san. There’s something I’d like to ask you, bUT are you free at the momeNT…?

Shuu: It’s you, Boy. As you can see, I’m working on something right now, but if you’re quick, then I don’t mind.

Hm…? You… Aoba. Why are you here?

Tsumugi: Ahaha, I see I’m not welcome here~

Natsume: We just decided “Switch” will be taking part in tHE “School Festival”. We’ll be doing a haunted houSE…

Mika: Ngh, a haunted house?! I love scary stuff so I’d love to visit if you’re doin’ one ♪

Natsume: Fufufu, just as we thought, the haunted house has piqued Mika-kun’s intereST.

Mika: Y-Yeah. But yer not doin’ it ‘cause I like them, right?

Aren’t you doin' a haunted house ‘cause you also like them?

Natsume: No, we simply didn’t have any other choice aND… We thought it would be fitting for “Switch” so we decided on a haunted houSE.

Mika: Ahh, you did say you just decided on it, huh.

Still, it’s amazin’ how you chose to do somethin’ that large-scale when it’s almost time for the festival.

Won’t be hard to do it yerselves without teamin’ up with another unit?

Uhh, I heard this from Naru-chan.

But “Knights” and “Ra*bits” are doin’ somethin’ together, so I think it’ll be better if “Switch” does the same too.

Natsume: It’s good you pick up on things quickLY. I came to ask “Valkyrie” about that mattER.

Shuu: Meaning, you want “Valkyrie” to help out with the haunted house, correct?

Natsume: YeAH. “Valkyrie” hasn’t submitted an application to the Student Council yet, rigHT?

I suppose “yet” isn’t the right woRD. Shuu Nii-san, you don’t intend on taking part in tHE “School Festival”.

Shuu: It’s not as though we would be penalised if we don’t take part.

If I must involve myself in merrymaking, then I’d much rather stay in my room and sew.

Natsume: Come to think of iT, you’ve been sewing away for a while now, but what are you makiNG?

It’s such a detailed outfit, as usuAL. It seems you were in something like a slump, bUT I’m relieved to see you’ve come out of iT.

Shuu: Are you blind? I am not out of it and to hear you praise me with a work of this degree only sounds like sarcasm.

I’d like to take as much time as I need to create something that’s satisfactory, however, time is limited, after all.

And Wataru said he wanted half of it done by tomorrow. Even if I were to stay up the entire night to finish it, I wonder if it’ll turn out to be something to my satisfaction…

Natsume: I sEE, so it’s an outfit Wataru Nii-san asked you to maKE.

I don’t think Wataru Nii-san would ask you to make a “fine” outfIT, so I assume he asked you to make one for the Drama ClUB.

Shuu: It pains me to simply say “you’re correct”, however, it’s exactly as you say.

If I didn’t have Wataru’s matter on my hands, I would have considered your request.

But as you can see, I have my hands full with making his outfit. I don’t have time to help you with the haunted house.

Natsume: HmM… Is there anything you could do about thAT?

Shuu: You’re quite persistent. Reminds me of a certain girl.

No matter. I’ve been working without rest, so I do feel like taking a break. If you have some things you want to ask me, I don’t mind answering them while I take a break.

Natsume: Thank yOU, Shuu Nii-san. Everyone should have a kind brother figure like yOU ♪

We made a few things for the haunted houSE. I’d be happy if you could give us your frank opinions on thEM.

Mika: Ngh, what a cute doll ♪

Wha! It lit up!? Nn~ The whole thing lights up if I press the button on its back. It’s so magical and pretty…♪

But yer usin’ this for the haunted house, right? It’s not scary at all and dolls are pretty and stylish.

It’s probably not a good fit for an eerie haunted house, right?

Shuu: It has a nice appearance so why would anyone do such an odd thing and make its entire body light up?

Natsume: HuH? Why, that’s because we’ll be using it for the haunted houSE?

Shuu: Hmph. A haunted house is a place which evokes a sense of fear in those who visit it.

Ahh, Kagehira usually watches a TV show that introduces haunted houses, you see…

Natsume: OhH. It seems you both have a deep understanding of haunted housES. As I thought, I would like to ask you two to join uS…

Would you be able to help us make the proPS… And also play the part of a ghoST?

The things we make all end up being magical and fantasy-liKE…

At this rate, the haunted house will look nothing like oNE.

But it won’t end up like that if you two were to help us, rigHT?

Mika: Yeah, Oshi-san is a perfectionist. A haunted house based on Oshi-san’s perspective will be extremely scary~♪

Makin’ scary props sounds fun too. I’ve got a lot of stuff that look like they’re cursed, so you guys might be able to use that for the haunted house…♪

Shuu: Kagehira, stop being deceived. I’ve been saying this over and over, but I have no intentions of taking part.

Natsume: WeLL, you don’t have to give me an answer immediateLY. It’s not a bad deal for you as weLL, Shuu Nii-san.

If you take part in the “School Festival”, you’ll receive a rewaRD.

Mika: Ngh, really!? If I could have fun workin’ on stuff and also get a reward, then that would be great!

Natsume: RigHT? Oh, come to think of iT. You were doing a school job before, weren’t yOU?

How about iT? Shuu Nii-san, it’s a good deal in a variety of ways, isn’t iT?

Shuu: …………

Tsumugi: Natsume-kun, you need to say the truth~ Well, it's true that there is a reward.

YBut you forgot to mention we’ll only get the reward if we’re chosen as the unit for the best booth or performance in the “School Festival”.

Natsume: ………… *Punches Tsumugi in the gut*

Tsumugi: Ow! Why did you hit me…!?

Natsume: Y̷o̷u̷ ̴s̵h̴u̵t̵ ̵u̴p̴,̵ ̷F̷o̴u̴r̷-̶e̶y̶e̴d̶ ̷M̸o̴p̷.

While it’s true the best booth or performance that’s chosen will receive a rewaRD, the ones in second and third place will also receive oNE. I’m not lyiNG. I checked with Little Kitten beforehaND.

Tsumugi: Oh, so you were tapping on your phone on our way here because you were messaging Anzu-chan, I see.

Natsume: YeAH. I’ll add another condition: majority of the reward will go tO “Valkyrie”.

If Sora’s negotiations go well, “2wink” will also be joining us which means there will barely be anything left for “Switch”, bUT that’s fine, isn’t iT?

Tsumugi: Ahaha, why are you asking me? You’re the leader of “Switch”, Natsume-kun, so we’ll follow whatever you decide.

And I’m not taking part in the “School Festival” because I want the reward…

I’m sure Sora-kun isn’t aiming for that, either. He’s always saying how money gives off a corrupted “colour”, so he doesn’t like it.

Natsume: That’s what he saYS. What do you thiNK, Shuu Nii-san?

Shuu: Hmph. All right. If you’re going that far, then I’ll agree to work with you.

Mika: Huh!? Oshi-san, really!? It’s okay!?

Shuu: I’m not particularly interested in the money, however, one cannot hold a live performance without funding, so it wouldn’t be something I’d be troubled having.

Besides, if we have funding, Kagehira won’t need to do those “school part-time jobs” anymore.

Ah, I’ll say this first but it’s not as though I’m worried for your well-being.

If you collapse, I’ll have to do maintenance on you and it’s bothersome. That’s all.

Mika: O-Okay. But, still, that makes me happy…♪ Oshi-san, since we’re workin’ with them, that means “Valkyrie” is also takin’ part in the “School Festival”, right?

Shuu: Will you not understand unless I say those exact words? Use your brain a litt– No, now is not the time to be saying that.

As I said before, the deadline for Wataru’s outfit is nearing. Once I have finished with that and have some time free, I’ll contact you.

That’s fine with you, I take it, Boy?

Natsume: YeAH. Thank yOU, Shuu Nii-san. AlrigHT, Senpai, let’s return to tHE “Secret Room”.

We have to tell Sora the neWS and I’m sure he has something good he wants to tell us, as weLL…♪

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Static. Part 1

Keita Suzuhara

He was sitting, fully clothed, at a beach, watching the sunset as the waves crashed onto the shore. It was peaceful. He didn't remember last time he visited the beach. It had to have been when he was a child. He didn't have the funds for any beach adventure.

But right now he was seeing the beach again, looking at the twilight as the waves gently tackled the sand.

He wanted to get away from all stress in the world right now. Get away from political uncles, strange men, stalking blondes, Magic samurai, magic weapons or whatever.

He just wanted the briefest of breaks to calm his heart a little. Honestly, he hadn't time to decompress at all. And what were his thoughts about all of this?

"I thought I hated beaches."

It was a silly, nonsensical thought like that. Then again... it WAS a dream world. Of course he was to have weird dreams such as this in them.

Altera   "Really? What's there to hate about them?" Altera, wearing a two-piece swimsuit decorated with flowers that made it look more like a cute fairy costume than sexy, leaned over Keita while he relaxed, blocking out the sun. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and exhaled short enough breaths that it was obvious she'd just come from running across the beach.

Keita suzuhara This was quite the unusual arrival for him. He didn't really know how to respond, or what to say. It was, quite literally, a surprise visit for him. What was she doing hanging out like this? He leaped back a bit, staring up at her.

He asked, attempting to sound sorta cool.

Altera Kano   "So it's about appearances? But a bar isn't nearly as relaxing as a beach." Altera's back was illuminated by the orange-violet of the setting sun.

"You don't need to overthink things so much. Here." She pulled something out from behind her back- a stick of blue popsicles with two servings, which she broke apart cleanly across the middle. "Sea-salt ice cream. They were selling it at the vendor over there." While she licked her popsicle, she extended her arm to offer Keita the other.

Keita suzuhara

"Quite friendly today aren't we?" He asked, reaching out to grab the other icecream bar. He'd taken melia for the friendly one, not Altera. Not that she wasn't friendly just... She felt less genuine than this sometimes.

He extended his tongue, licking the sea salt ice cream as he thought to himself. It was salty but sweet... Bitter sweet?

Altera Kano   "Am I not usually friendly?" She took a seat next to Keita, pulling her knees up to her chest and watching the waves crash underneath the horizon. "I just have a lot of things to worry about. Maybe I'm just trying to keep up appearances, same as you. The appearances of a corpse, so I don't upset anyone." She sighed lightly and bit off the top of her ice cream, chewing and swallowing.

Keita "... That's more upsetting than anybody else. Don't you get it most people don't want you to be a corpse. It's just you and some fuckos. You're always cutting your happiness short. It gets annoying, if I'm allowed to be frank."

He snapped back, taking a lick of his ice cream.

Altera Kano   "Maybe, but those 'fuckos' are the people I promised I'd save. They have a right to be angry with me." As she gazed at the sunset, without looking back at Keita, she smiled sadly. "If I were someone who abandoned my duties just because they were inconvenient, I'd be betraying myself. That's not what 'duty' means. It's not something you do only when it makes you happy. But right now, when no one else is watching but you, I think I can finally put that pretense aside, even if it's only just for now."

Keita "I see... Honestly, I think those bastards should leave you alone. Who is to decide they're the ones you owe a duty to."

Keita sounded relaxed as he looked at the setting sun, the sound of seagulls crying through the air.

Altera Kano   "I am, Keita. I decided it myself." Altera's smile looked a little sad. "But let's forget about that for now. We're on the beach." Altera stood up, threw her sticky popsicle stick into a nearby trash can- it hit the bottom of the wastebasket, hole in one!- and walked a few steps barefoot on the sand before turning back around.

"Come on, let's use what's left of this daylight! Come swimming with me, Ani-"

Altera was silenced. The next moment, her legs and her waist up to her stomach stood, suspended, on their own- with nothing above them. Two arms fell to the sand first. It took a few more seconds for her knees to collapse. When her midsection hit the beach, it spilled all of its contents onto the sand, like an overturned plate of spaghetti, blood and ropes of intestines tumbled out of their open container and tangled up in her right hand.

Whatever changed, it was too fast to process. There was a shadow over Altera, and then, before Keita could react, she had already become that, and whatever was responsible had already returned to the sky where it came from like the recoil on a bungee cord.

Keita suzuhara

One moment he was experience a perfect beach dream and the next moment... Altera was a corpse in front of him unable to experience any sort of pain or happiness... Well- Maybe no pain was incorrect. Altera was immortal, Once she regrew her body this would be immensly horrible for her.

And yet staring at her corpse Keita didn't feel any disgust. He didn't feel sick at the puddle of gore before him. All he felt was a tear trick down his eye and a rage bubbling up within him.

Hate... He hated whatever did this to her.

Hate, he hated shackles...

He walked over towards Altera's lower half, and tried to scoop it up, blood getting onto his body...

"Dammit... WHAT THE FUCK!?"

He cursed, rage billowing to the heavens.

-----

The sky was empty. Whatever monster or force had come down from the Heavens and done this, it had already blended in with the dark clouds gathering with the night. Where could he direct his hate? What would punching the sky do?

That question went unanswered.

"Hey, sleepyhead! Wake up already!"

There was something heavy on Keita's stomach- too heavy. When he opened his eyes, Melia was there, sitting on top of him. Before he could complain, she pouted and got ahead of his insults with, "I tried shouting and pinching your cheek first, but you were out like a light..."

"C'mon, Keita! We're walking to school together. No ifs, ands, or buttocks!" Angie was one bed away, her hands on her hips. She and Melia were both already dressed in their summer school uniforms.

"Yeah, yeah. Like they said. Get your ass to school, Keita." Kurumi, leaning on the wall in the corner with her arms folded over her chest, supervised the shared bedroom where the kids who'd grown up in the orphanage slept. Since she was a few years older than the rest of them, she was already too old to go to Majin at the same time as them. "And don't stay out all night unless I hear you got a part-time job or joined a club or something. The go-home club is called the go-home club for a reason."

Turning her head away, her cheeks flushed pink, and she muttered under her breath in a low voice, "N-not like I wanted you to work at the castle anyway... it's not like I was hoping you would get hired and protect me at work or anything, dumbass... I don't need your concern for my wellbeing or anything..."

Keita   He found himself awake in a very harem esque situation. Seriously this was like something out of a manga he read once when he was 12 years old before he grew out of such wishy washy wish fulfilment stories... Probably. Yeah he totally grew out of them...

...

...

Then what was this? This was one of those fantasies he enjoyed so much, his hate dissapearing.

He blinked up at the girl sitting on top of him, face bright red. What... What the hell was all of this!?  

"H-hey get the hell off, all of you!? You're all crowding too close. Gimme some friggin' room to breathe alright!!!"

"Fine, fine!" Backing off, Melia climbed off of Keita. "I told you, this was a last resort. Now c'mon, sleepyhead. We don't have all day."

"Ehe, you'd better get up, or it's going to be my turn to sit down next!" Angie looked a little too excited about that idea.

Keita Angrily, he threw up his blanket, jumping to his feet. An anger mark appeared on his forehead as his teeth grew all sharp.

"No! Nobody needs to hop on me again! Do it and I'll kick your ass dammit!!!!!"

He leapt off the bed. "Seriously, what the hell time is it anyway?"

"Time to go to school, dipshit!" A pillow hit Keita's head, thrown by an irritated Kurumi who noticed that she wasn't even acknowledged. "Angie and Melia are already ready. I'm buying you an alarm clock for your next birthday."

Keita   He threw the pillow back at Kurumi, quickly throwing off his pajamas and throwing his uniform on (Which was neatly folded to the side).

"I don't need a damn alarmclock alright? Just lemme set up one on my phone. Dumbass!"

Goddammit, he just wanted to get outta here already and start hoofing it.

"Then let's get going! Last one outside is a rotten egg!"

These three orphans were like peas in a pod. Having lived together since they were kids, changing in front of each other was no big deal.

Melia ran downstairs, followed by Angie. That left Kurumi, who hung around for a few more seconds before shrugging and walking out at a leisurely pace to her own room.

Keita suzuhara HE sighed, running after the girls, trying not to break his neck down the stairs as he slung his book bag over his shoulder.

"Man... I can't help but feel like I had the weirdest dream last night... Fuck if I can remember what it was about actually waking up though."

It was a breezy 75 degrees Fahrenheit outside. The sun was shining in a cloudless sky, a perfect morning to welcome the school day. The buzzing of cicadas served as background noise as they clung to the trees the group of students passed on their way towards school.

"Really?" Angie tilted her head curiously, but continued without pressing: "I had a weird dream, too. I was kung-fu fighting The Rock for the championship belt... but even after a training montage, I just narrowly lost. Tch." She hung her head in imaginary defeat. "And then to comfort me, yo-" Her cheeks suddenly flushed red, and she shook her head. "Crab dad took me out to ice cream!"

"I dreamed about going to Italy and trying every kind of pasta dish." Not that she'd ever been there, but every girl her age probably fantasized about a foreign vacation at some point. Not that they expected that much, with where they'd grown up. Japan was fine, too.

The Majin school building showed up in the distance. There were people crowding around the gates.

Keita "Those dreams sound really fantastical. I dreamt I was at the beach with Aria when her body suddenly burst open. Seriously, what kind of sicko fetishist entered my dreams last night."

He complained casually, wishing he had half the normal dreams those two did.

A sigh escaped his lips as he started to approach the large prison he'd called a school.

"H-Huh? Sounds like a nightmare, but... who's Aria?"

"Is she a movie star? No, wait, don't tell me- she's from that anime you've been binging lately, right?"

The three of them joined the back of the line that had formed to enter the school. At the front were men in military gear carrying rifles, checking each student in before letting them pass through the double doors into the shoe locker entryway.

"The hell is this? Some kind of new check-in procedure? It looks backed up... what a pain... isn't everyone gonna be late for class now?"

Keita

Yeah who was Aria? What the hell was he thinking when he said her name like that? Was she somebody invented by his delusional brain? He rubbed his head, before shrugging.

He was going to say a witty retort when-

He saw a group of armed soldiers checking all of the students. He felt some cold chilly touch grip his heart.

"... No clue, but it gives me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach."

[frank-auguste]

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TRIGGER WARNING: The Headcanon section references the murder/deaths of Frank's parents.

~ basics ~

NAME: Franklin Auguste Longbottom NICKNAMES: Frank (preferred) FACECLAIM: Lewis Tan GENDER/PRONOUNS/SEXUALITY: Cis-Male, He/Him, bisexual AGE & BIRTHDATE: 30, July 19 BIRTH PLACE: London, England FLUENT IN: English, knows some Mandarin CURRENTLY LIVING IN: The cottage his parents originally owned, with Nana Longbottom living next door POSITIVE TRAITS: brave, organized, flexible, disciplined, resourceful NEGATIVE TRAITS:  cautious, outspoken, family-oriented, impulsive, strong-willed

~ appearance ~

HAIR: Brunette, just long enough to pull back in a bun HEIGHT: 6′3″ BUILD: Athletic - very muscular TATTOOS: Can be found HERE SCARS: Frank has a few random cuts along his arms and legs, with little paid attention to them past acknowledging there was likely a story from the field to accompany earning the mark ANY OTHER IDENTIFYING MARK(S): N/A NOTABLE ACCESSORIES: Frank occasionally has bandages around his wrists and hands.

~ interests ~

FAVORITE FOOD: egg drop soup - specifically from the cookbook that once belonged to his mother FAVORITE MUSIC: Bruce Springsteen is currently his favorite muggle artist FAVORITE COLOR: Olive green CLOTHING STYLE / PREFERENCES: Frank knows he cleans up well, quite preferring to stick to suits, ties, etc. when out of the house. He is significantly underdressed when home, often sticking to just boxers or shorts for the sake of having some modesty. HOBBIES: Quidditch, herbology, practices MMA at a muggle studio ROLE MODEL: Augusta Longbottom LIKES: Going for runs, being active, gardening DISLIKES: Giving public speeches, needing to remain still - thoroughly not cut out for the desk job part that comes with being an auror

~ headcanons in no particular order ~

Voldemort tried to convince Frank's parents to be early followers of his. They were murdered when they said no a third time. Augusta Longbottom took Frank in to care for him and has been the best caregiver he could have asked for.

Augusta did not go into detail about how Frank's parents passed away. She made sure he knew they were brave but didn't want him to know that a madman killed them from a young age.

The two have tea every Sunday at 10:30 AM, with his not being allowed to show up late.

Frank has a background in Muay Tai. Augusta is to blame for his having been enrolled from a young age. She believed he needed to know how to protect himself without magic from a young age.

Frank is easily distracted, quite preferring the spontaneity the field provides over the desk duty end of things.

[himbodiaz]

lying in this simple moment (you don’t gotta worry now) 

title from let your hair down by magic!

 Eddie has spent a lifetime feeling like he could never do enough, never be enough to help the people around him. First, his parents, who made the fact of his existence feel like it wasn’t enough. Then Shannon, for not being around when she needed him and not being able to keep her when she came back into his life. Chris, for missing those first precious years of his life. The people he pulled from the helicopter. Any victim he wasn’t able to keep alive, no matter how far gone they were. Bobby, for lashing out. Frank, for falling back hard into old habits. Sometimes, even Buck, though it’s infinitely more complicated when it comes to him, as it always is. 

But now, here, laying with Buck in the late afternoon sun, on a bed in the room of the home they now call theirs, Eddie thinks that this moment is part of his reward for putting in the work and coming out the other side.

Weeks ago, while sorting out which dates Chris would be away at camp, Buck had suggested they take time for themselves. He’d said that if Chris got to go on vacation, it was only fair they did, too. And Eddie, not one to deny Buck much, if anything at all, had agreed easier than his past-self might have.

“We’ve been together for a year now, Eds,” Buck had said a few days after he’d first brought it up, “and you know I’d go anywhere with you. But,” and then he’d paused, the crease between his brow that only forms when he’s unsure and a little anxious appearing, “I was thinking we could just stay here? We haven’t ever taken time for the two of us to just be, you know? Obviously, if you wanted to do something else and actually go somewhere we totally could. I was just thinking it would be—"

“Baby,” Eddie had interrupted, resting a hand on Buck’s cheek, “I’m happy as long as I get to be wherever you are. If you want to stay here the whole week and not even leave the house, I’ll love it because I get to be with you.”

And now, here they are—their third day at home while their whole family except for Chris thinks they’re on a trip to the desert—simply laying in bed in the middle of the afternoon, no other responsibilities but spending time together. Buck’s got his head pillowed on Eddie’s chest, and since Buck stopped using gel the morning of the first day, Eddie’s struggled to keep his hands out of his hair.

“Mhm, that’s nice,” Eddie feels, more than hears, Buck say, as he scratches his fingers near the hair at the base of Buck’s scalp.

“You’re nice,” he answers.

“I could be even nicer,” Buck says, turning so he can kiss the hollow of Eddie’s throat.

As Buck places a line of chaste kisses up the side of his neck, instead of pulling him up to bring the kisses to his lips, Eddie can’t stop himself from saying, “thank you.”

At that, Buck looks up at him, eyebrow raised. “...for calling you nice?”

“For suggesting we do this,” Eddie amends, “and for always being here when I need you. These past few days have been really good, and it reminded me that of all the things I love about you, I love getting to just be with you the most.”

“You know,” Buck says, eyes suddenly glassy, blinking a little too much to be natural, “everyone thinks I’m the sappy one, but it’s just because they don’t hear you say things like this.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” Eddie says, smiling as he finally brings Buck’s mouth to his.

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Dude socks was so domestic and cute and comforting I might cry!! Can I request a sirius black imagine where the reader is like a confident and fun/sarcastic person that is friends with the marauders and has a playful flirty relationship with sirius. They both like each other but the reader is kind of scared of commitment so they always take a step back whenever sirius takes a step forward and sirius finally corners them about it and finds out its readers insecurities and all ends well? Thanks!

She's not afraid [S.B]

Sirius Black x Reader

Word counts: 4.8k

A/N: This was a very entertaining request and it took a while because every day I feel like I'm going to pass out from nausea haha. But writing is super relaxing for me.

I was hoping it would be shorter and now I feel like something was missing, but I hope you like it. Especially you, nonny!

And thanks for your nice comment, I'm glad you liked "socks"

(The title refers to the song of one direction because it reminded me a lot of its lyrics)

"If you had to choose between a chocolate-flavored shit and a shit-flavored chocolate, what would you choose?" he murmured, his voice echoing through the room.

You and your friends were in the common room in the so-called “study group” that Remus had insisted on creating for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and ended up with topics from the other subjects. It was true that everyone fulfilled the boy's whims, because none had the heart to say no to something (which he often took advantage of) and now every afternoon you met to read some documents, comment on your doubts and practice spells and even potions.

But if anyone couldn't take things seriously, he was Sirius.

The only thing that kept it there was his love for Moony and also the opportunity to watch you study for a full hour. Or watch you do anything, to be honest.

Everyone frowned at Sirius' question, not understanding the nature of it. James, who was the only one who could listen to him, was busy analyzing a herbology book in detail. And by analyzing I mean sleeping on top of it.

“The chocolate-flavored shit, of course. What good would it do you to have chocolate if it tastes awful?" you answered seriously. Suddenly all eyes in the room were on you and most of them seemed half disgusted half confused. "What? Sirius asked" you said shrugging your shoulders and pointing at him with an open palm. The young man grinned widely and you returned the same smile, both of you holding back the urge to laugh.

"I can always trust you, pretty," he said happily. "And now that I think about it, you're very far from me, don't you think? Let me get closer” he murmured determinedly, getting up from his seat with a book in hand and all the intention of placing himself in the same armchair as you. But halfway there an arm stopped him abruptly.

"Go back to your seat," Remus demanded, not looking away from his book. Sirius complained.

"Why?" he said indignantly. You turned your gaze to the notes you were analyzing, but the smile on your mouth didn't fade and Sirius noticed.

“Because having the two of you together is having a time bomb. Go back to your seat,” he murmured just as seriously. Sirius watched him and in the middle of his tantrum he wrinkled his whole face trying to imitate Remus "I can see you Sirius"

"Since you've been a prefect, you have become unbearable," he muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," he replied like a little boy, dropping on the couch and taking the book from him again in the middle of a snort. You watched him with amusement and he stared back at you, so you mouthed ‘Better luck next time as he looked back at his notes. You felt Sirius's gaze, it was not something easy to ignore, but you tried not to stop yourself from the spirit from passing all the subjects that had suddenly invaded you.

When you couldn't take it anymore you looked up and again mouthed ‘What?’ Trying not to get caught by Remus. Sirius sneakily pointed to a scroll and his quill and you knew what it was all about.

Turns out that Sirius was extremely smart when he put his mind to it and he himself had enchanted a couple of scrolls that only you and he knew about. When you wrote in one, it was reflected in the other and when you finished whatever you were writing this was erased. At first you had not believed him because doing that involved very advanced magic and Sirius was not the archetype of an exemplary student to do that. But once you tried them you realized that you had indeed underestimated the boy and the curiosity to know the most intelligent and creative part of him invaded you. I mean, he was when it came to the pranks but you never imagined a Sirius smart underneath the idler you knew.

Y/N, can I ask you a very personal question? he wrote it. You tried not to sound too concerned and replied:

You can do it, but I can decide not to answer it. It turned out that Sirius was really weird lately and you were worried about what he might say, but usually it was pure nonsense.

The scroll went blank and you waited a few seconds for Sirius's pretty handwriting to appear. You tried not to look at him too much because you knew beforehand that he would get a scolding from Mr. Lupin.

Are you a dementor? he wrote.

You frowned at the words, searching for some logical explanation for his absurd question. Obviously you weren't. Sirius, seeing your confused face, supported a giggle and wrote again.

Because you take my breath away.

You read the words, going over one by one, and couldn't bear the urge to look at Sirius over your glasses with that annoyed look that you liked to fake so he wouldn't notice that you actually liked his scoundrel flirtations.

That was horrible, Sirius.

I made you blush so I don't think it was that bad.

Of course I didn't do that.

Of course you did. He wrote. And you didn't want to look at him because you knew you would just agree with him and blush even more. You look beautiful when you do that, he added. You bit your lip and looked at the parchment for a few seconds just before writing on it.

Stop saying such things to me, Sirius.

What do you say? What do I continue to say to you my best compliments and flattering your qualities? Perfect.

You stifled a laugh and shook it softly, keeping that smile that Sirius loved to observe.

You considered him a wonderful, handsome and kind boy, who was always looking for a way to make you laugh. The spark between you was something that everyone could perceive, including yourself.

I need to study, Sirius. Goodbye. You wrote and that ended your little talk.

For the rest of the hour all your attention was focused on the topics you were studying: Aconite (also known as monkshood or wolfsbane) a mundane plant with magical properties. The name had seemed funny to you and Remus had assured that it had nothing to do with werewolves.

Herbology was a very simple class for you, especially with the help that sometimes the best student in the class gave you: Frank Longbottom.

"Well, the hour is up, do you want to discuss any of the issues or...?" he was interrupted by Sirius abruptly closing the book and who with a wave of his wand put away all his notes "Everyone except Sirius, would you like to discuss something?" he asked, rolling his eyes at the brunette's innocent smile.

You all denied and Lupin ended the meeting. Everyone scattered in different directions, including James who seemed to have magically awakened as soon as the hour was up, but you stayed in the sitting room with your feet tucked up on the red velvet chair.

"What happens?" Sirius asked from behind, not noticing your presence. He jumped onto the couch and flopped into it.

"Nothing, do I need to go where everyone goes all the time?" you asked raising an eyebrow. The boy smiled and shook his head as he leaned on one of his hands, closing the distance between you. "Weren't you the one who was dying to get out of here?"

"Correction: I wanted the session to end, at no time did I speak about the company" he replied and you smiled "Speaking of which, I was thinking..."

"You think?"

“When I want to do it, yes,” he said amused “But let me talk and then you make fun of me. I was thinking that this weekend we are going to Hogsmeade and I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere "

"Sure!" You answered animatedly and his eyes lit up "Will the others go too?" You continued, but the boy was suddenly disappointed.

"Hmm, I was thinking of something... different."

"Different?"

“Yeah, something like… you know, you and me. Alone”

And with that, you were paralyzed in your place.

You'd been alone with him countless times, just like that time, but it was one thing to chat in his common room or in class and quite another to ask you out at Hogsmeade.

"Oh, sure. Something like… a walk or shopping for chocolate frogs at Honeydukes, right?" you said quickly, trying not to show your nerves.

"Hmm, I could think of something else like Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop," he said with a smile. You gulped and watched him with concern. That place was usually full of cheesy couples. "Even though I have all those pink things, I could take them if I'm with you..."

"No," you said abruptly. Sirius was silent and you watched his smile diminish considerably. “I mean, no… I don't wish we were alone. We are always accompanied by the group, why not do it now?” you asked with an awkward smile. The boy was close to you and apparently he did not expect that answer, as his face reflected it quite well. But you were too busy with nerves eating your stomach to notice.

"Uh... yeah, I guess I'll tell them then" he exclaimed softly.

"Yes! It will be more fun and we can go for butterbeer if you want. And I could buy you those sweets that you like, what do you say? " you asked trying to sound a little more animated. Sirius was good at pretending and his disappointed look on his was replaced by a smile in an instant.

"Yes, that would be fine" he replied. His hand traveled to your cheek and he ran over it gently, resting at the base of your jaw for a moment. His hands were callused and very large compared to yours "Then we will go with everyone, as always" he sighed. His hand went up a bit and you felt him tug at your earlobe.

"Hey!" you screamed trying to reach for her head to hit her. Sirius dodged it quite skillfully and it made you laugh.

"I think I'll go to my room. See you tomorrow?" he murmured with a tight-lipped smile as he rose from the couch.

"Sure, see you tomorrow" you replied in the same way, watching him walk towards the exit. You released your contained breath and let your head fall against the back of the chair, processing what had just happened.

You were very sure of what Sirius had tried to do and you didn’t understand the reason for your reaction. I mean, you had completely paralyzed shortly after blatantly flirting with the boy. You had had many dates in your life, why would this be any different?

You looked down the hall where Sirius had gone and remembered his disappointed fase. Should you go look for him?

No, maybe it was best to just let it go and gradually he would forget about it. Yes, that would be the best.

You looked at the seat where he had previously been and you also touched your cheek, hoping you could relive the touch that he had given you. For a few seconds you felt guilty that you responded so rudely to his request, but then you simply shook your head to drive those thoughts away.

"I should be sleeping" you thought aloud. You weren't even sleepy and it wasn't even too late, but you imagined it would be easier to lie down on the bed and not think about it anymore.

You took your things in silence and climbed the stone stairs, leaving behind that memory that you hoped would soon be forgotten.

It had been a few days since that incident and luckily things hadn't changed at all between you and Sirius. He really seemed to have forgotten what happened, so the weekend trip to Hogsmeade unfolded in the most normal way in the world.

Sirius was still flirtatious as ever, teasing you and taking every opportunity to be close to you. You liked his company, he made you feel quite calm and you always had something to talk about. If it wasn't this, it was that, and when you weren't talking you were laughing.

"How could you not fall asleep in Slughorn's class?" James asked. His head hung from the ledge where he was lying and played with his glasses. "The only thing that could distract me was Snivellus's voice."

"Don't call him that," Lily said in a stern voice and you snorted.

“Why do you defend him so much? " you asked wrinkling your nose. Lily looked at you just as seriously.

"Because he’s my friend and he does not deserve to be mistreated like that"

"Mistreat?" you asked incredulously “Have you heard him mocking us along with his entourage of snooty Slytherins? Who you should take care of should be that Lucius and Regulus" you said rolling your eyes "No offense, Sirius" you added. The boy was leaning against the wall with his tie unbuttoned resting on his shoulders.

"It's not offensive, it's the truth" he murmured amused, shrugging and giving you a smile.

Lily didn't say anything else, but she seemed annoyed and she didn't speak for the rest of the afternoon. Peter and James started arguing about things you weren't really interested in so you decided to focus on the scribbles you were drawing on a worn parchment.

You felt an extra pressure next to you on the couch and it wasn't even necessary to look to know who he was.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing" you said simply, keeping your eyes on your scroll.

"Can I talk to you?"

"You are doing it" you replied with a smile. Sirius rolled his eyes and took the quill from your hand, forcing you to look at him.

"Can I talk to you alone?" he asked seriously. Oh no, trouble again...

"Why alone, dear?" you said as a joke. Sirius was too close to you and you tried not to get flustered by it "Is there something you need to say to me that others can't hear?" you asked with a tight-lipped smile, the kind you wear when you're uncomfortable with something.

Sirius cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck unconsciously. You knew he did that when he was nervous.

"Well... to tell the truth something like that" he murmured with a smile. You felt your heart beat faster "Do you think we can go to my room?" he asked.

"To your room?" you said, your voice an octave higher than normal.

"Yeah, you've been there a thousand times," he laughed.

"Eh, is what you have to tell me very urgent?" you asked. You were a bundle of nerves and you really didn't understand what it was.

"Yeah boo, it's important," he said gently. His hand traveled to yours and took your fingers against his. You turned pale because he didn't say urgent but important.

“So, uh, come on. The faster the better, right?" you expressed nervous. You got up from your place and walked to the bedrooms without looking back. You heard an almost deathly silence in the common room and then laughter, but you didn't have time to look when Sirius was already shoving you from the lower back.

The walk to his room was very silent, the first omen that something bad was about to happen. Once you were in his bedroom he let you in first and closed the door behind you, managing to startle you with the simple sound of the latch.

"Why are you closing the door?" you asked nervously, with the volume of your voice considerably louder. Sirius noticed this and quickly removed the latch he had placed on the door.

"I just didn't want to be bothered, that's all," he said with a frown "You're a bit strange, are you sure you don't mind being here with me?"

"No, no, nothing like that" you rushed to reply, waving your hands in an exaggerated way. Sirius found it cute when you did that "You're the one who's suddenly strange, I'm not"

"Yeah, maybe I've been behaving a little weird lately" he smiled, in that way that reminded you of a child "But I promise you it's for good reason, in fact it's what I want to talk to you about" he started to say.

You panicked, total panic screaming at you to get out of there at all costs. The look Sirius gave you, the nervous posture of him and the way he was smiling at you. You knew what that was.

"McGonagall!" You screamed out of nowhere before he could continue

"Excuse me?"

“I forgot that I have a very important meeting with McGonagall, to see the matter of one of my grades. It is essential that I go today and I forgot, can we have this talk later? " you said clasping your hands in a sign of prayer.

Sirius looked, for the second time, disappointed.

"Sure, school is more important," he replied, trying not to sound affected. You grinned widely and walked in the direction of the exit, eager to leave his room.

"Thank you Sirius, you are an angel"

"I know I look like one, but I'm not quite sure I am," he joked, but his smile was not as bright as before. You laughed in response and stood on the balls of his feet to place a kiss on his cheek.

"See you later, I promise," you murmured hastily, leaving without giving him a chance to say anything else.

"Yes... I can wait" Sirius spoke to himself, with a hurt tone. He released his breath and lay down on his respective bed, staring at the ceiling. He felt something strange in his chest, something that wanted him to cry out.

You walked down the hallways, desperate to get away from the questions he might have asked, and when you were outside your common room you didn't stop. On the contrary, you ran and ran through the corridors hoping that no one would find you.

You didn't stop until you were outside the castle, until you were on the same black lake. And once there, you collapsed to cry.

You entered through the portrait of the fat lady, making sure to remove your shoes first so as not to make noise when entering. It was late and you had spent all day wandering the castle only to never return to your common room, wearing James's cloak so as not to be discovered.

It had been a few other days since you spoke to him and you still didn't feel ready to face him. Especially when, that afternoon, you had come to your room totally agitated and your two companions had bombarded you with questions.

Did he already tell you? they asked. What was he supposed to say? What was that important thing that Sirius was going to do that you had avoided?

The worst thing was that you already knew, that was the reason for your flight. Your mind knew what was going to happen and refused to accept it.

But you had also wanted it, you had been waiting for that question for years and now you were simply hiding from everyone so you wouldn't have to face that change.

"I was wondering where you were," said a voice in the dark, making you jump instead. The fireplace was off and the darkness did not allow you to see well who it was, but it was not necessary because you recognized his words perfectly “Well, I was not wondering where because I have this wonderful map to which we all owe a lot, but I was wondering why” he murmured showing you 'The Marauder's Map'. It was night, you couldn't move anywhere anymore and you knew that sooner or later that moment had to come. Still in the dark you saw the silhouette of him get up from the couch and walk in your direction "Are you avoiding me?"

"Sirius..."

"Of course you're avoiding me," he answered himself. The boy took a step towards you and your reaction was to walk two steps back. Sirius stifled a laugh “That's what I refer. Whenever you seem to move towards me and I get closer, you move further away" he muttered. You thought that maybe he was not only referring to the literal part of the sentence “I don't blame you, but I sincerely wonder why you do it. I am a very curious boy” he expressed somewhat ironic. His words hurt because you knew you couldn't give him an explanation "And you're very smart, I'd say too much, and I'm sure you knew my intentions from the moment I asked to speak to you, right?" he continued. He took another step towards you, you stepped back "Do you not like me? You can say no and I will never blame you, but I would have preferred a no sincere to the uncertainty in which I find myself” he explained. Another step, another step "Won't you say anything?" he asked without losing his temper. You were surprised by how calmly he could react to all situations when you were struggling to stay on your feet.

"Sirius, it's not what it seems" you tried to justify yourself. But the man said nothing, because you knew he wanted a more substantial answer than that. You refused to look at him and felt him take another step in your direction, repeating the previous sequence. But this time you felt your back crash against the stone wall and Sirius's arms at your sides, imprisoning you against it.

You looked at his clothes. He was still wearing his uniform but he looked more scruffy and some items were missing. His shirt had a three-quarter sleeve, thanks to the fact that he had picked it up himself.

"Y/N, please" he spoke in a soft voice "I do not ask you to reciprocate, I only ask you to give me an answer"

"I'm terrified Sirius!" you finally said, in a louder voice "I'm completely scared, what else do you want me to tell you?"

"Are you afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid of how you feel about me" you murmured sincerely. Maybe it was time to be honest with him, because you had no other alternative anyway. He had cornered you to it, literally “It scares me that things will change between us, okay? And I like you too, I like you a lot, but I'm afraid of what might happen next" you whispered without looking at him. The heat that emanated from his body hugged you “I like you to tell me all those compliments, even if I say otherwise. I like when you touch our hands, I like that we escape together from class, that when we walk around the outside of the castle you cut flowers to put in my hair, I like to see you every day and I like the cute nicknames you call me with. I like everything about you, Sirius. And that's why I'm so scared of losing you" you exclaimed with a cracking voice. Sirius kept a pious gaze on you. You could feel a bit of his accelerated breath "I've had a lot of good people in my life who have ended up leaving, I don't want that to happen with you..."

"And how will you know if we don't try, love?" he spoke. His voice came out hoarse and with his hand he gently took you by the chin to force you to see him "You could have told me this before and I would have stopped insisting, or we would have discussed it as we are doing now" you looked at him, eyes clouded with tears restrained, and Sirius smiled at you tenderly "I'm not going to force you to do anything, I never would and I never will. But I would... I would like to have something with you. I really like you and if you don't agree I will respect it, but it would be a dream come true to be able to form a relationship "

"Sirius, I don't know how to do it."

"Me neither!" he said, almost excited and managed to make you smile. He carefully wiped the tears that fell from your cheeks. “We could learn together and I promise you that if it doesn't work, I won't let you. If we are not a good couple then we will be friends again and problem solved. But how about we realize that we are ideal for each other? " he muttered. His thumb left slow and delicate caresses on your face “I don't know how to love either, nobody in my family knows how to do it and that's why I never learned to do it. But… being here at Hogwarts I knew what it was like to have friends, to have friends. I learned that my heart races when I see you and that I also like all those things you do for me. I like you to know what my favorite sweets are and buy them for me, I like it when you detangle my hair, when you force me to study, even if I don't like it, because you care about me. When you know that I am sad and you do everything to cheer me up, even when you call me in horrible ways and make fun of me" he laughed, making you smile too "And if you give me the opportunity I know that I can make you very happy and I would also be very happy to be with you. I planned for many days how to say these words to you, but I think now I speak from the heart when I tell you that I like you like no one else has. I'll take care of you, I promise. And I already told you that if this doesn't work, and you decide that way, we will continue to be friends” he concluded. In his eyes you could see that he was also nervous, that he had the same fear as you but that he was better hiding it "Now, if you want me to list the many advantages that I would have as a boyfriend, then doing it" he continued, with a more naughty tone "Don't pay too much attention to me, but I give some excellent kisses..."

"According to whom?"

"According to me!" he said obvious “If you want to check it I am totally available. I mean, just so you know I'm not a liar," he muttered innocently, making you smile from ear to ear.

"Are you sure about this Sirius?"

"From my kisses? Of course"

"About us, you great idiot," you said rolling your eyes and gently pulling a loose lock of his long hair.

"Ouch! If you are going to insult me ​​and pull my hair like that I would prefer that we were in a more private place, my dear” he murmured flirtatiously, putting one of his hands on your waist and closing the distance between you. You looked away but he forced you to look at him again "Of course I'm sure, only if you're sure too" he replied. You sighed, feeling in your stomach a more pleasant emptiness than the previous ones.

"Then ask me"

"What do you want I ask you?"

"What were you planning to ask for days, silly" you said rolling your eyes. Sirius smirked.

"Can you let me copy your Potions project?" he said pretending to be confused and you tried to free yourself from his grip due to lack of seriousness, but he did not allow it. He took you from behind him, putting his arm around your lower back so that his torsos collided and the space between his faces was minimal. You had to lift your head to watch him, but he also looked down to save you a bit of work. His smile faded, but despite the darkness in his eyes you could glimpse a sample of the love he professed for you "Would you like me to be your boyfriend?" he asked softly.

You would remember that moment all your life, his voice low, his sounding in the middle of the darkness with the question that would start his beautiful love story.

"I wouldn’t like it," you said just as seriously, looking into his eyes with a smile. Your hands went up to the back of his neck and you pulled his face gently to place a kiss on his cheek. He smiled "I would love it"