#i already cried during the aquarium stream

[sulettacore64]

o7 💛 not goodbye, but see you later to the world's #1 detective

[adore-laur]

Hey! Saw your post abt asking for more dadrry and I love sending these to you so here goes: Harry’s been noticing that his wife is a bit down lately. It’s not because of anything in particular she still loves all of them but she’s just a bit bored at home with him back at work after a short parental leave to take care of the baby and their oldest daughter at school now. So one day he concocts a plan with their oldest kid and takes her with him to the pet store to pick up something to keep his wife company

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It was Harry's last day of parental leave, and he noticed you were apprehensive about it. He had been at home for twelve weeks, savoring time with his three girls. Now, he was leaving the little bubble of bliss and heading back to work.

He empathized with you, knowing the daily parenting routine would weigh heavily on your shoulders. A part of him didn't want to leave you. It wasn't that he didn't trust you—he simply dreaded missing milestones, cuddles, and the mere pleasure of watching you as a mother.

Harry was out and about running errands with his eldest daughter to enjoy some quality time together before tomorrow arrived. He stocked up on groceries so you wouldn't have to worry about it for a while. He had also already decided to freeze several home-cooked meals to make it easier on you, as well as occasionally bring dinner home from work if he had the opportunity. Next on the list was buying more diapers and baby powder.

You had told him the days would be long and boring without him home as the main entertainer for the girls. Last night, before he had fallen asleep, he brainstormed ways that you could pass the time while he was working. You obviously had the kids to take care of, but there would be moments, like during nap time, when you'd be sitting in the house with nothing to do.

It was easier with the first kid since all you did was nurse and soothe cries. Now, you needed a distraction for both the kids and you.

"Daddy, can we go see the animals?"

Harry was buckling his daughter in her car seat when she asked the question. Her little finger pointed next to the grocery store they were just at, where a pet store resided. He'd never ventured in there before simply because he had to reason to. Now, he had a daughter who loved every animal that roamed the earth and held a curiosity toward any signs of them.

He sighed and unbuckled her. There was no chance he'd have said no, even if he did want to soak up family time in the comfort of his home. But his baby girl got what she wanted, at least when it was a reasonable request.

Steady rainfall dotted his clothes and frizzed his hair as he speed-walked toward the automatic doors with his daughter on his hip. It was Sunday, so there was a slow stream of people driving around and walking past the line of stores and boutiques.

Inside the pet store, an unknown smell greeted him, as well as two green parakeets perched in a large, luxurious birdcage. His daughter gasped with a wondrous smile, listening to them chatter and squawk noisily. Further past the several species of birds placed near the storefront window were glass terrariums with bearded dragons, nonvenomous snakes, and slider turtles. They all moved leisurely and held zero interest in visitors.

In the back, a dark section dimly lit by blue aquarium lights showcased rows upon rows of glass tanks filled with freshwater fish galore. Some of Harry's cherished childhood memories involved lingering near the fish section at pet stores, feeling like he was in a secret underwater world that no human could enter.

"All right, lovebug," Harry said. "I have a question. Should we get Mommy a fish to take care of?"

"Yes!"

"Let's pick one out. I'll even let you get one if you want."

"Really?"

He jostled her playfully. "Of course. We'll put it in your room and help you feed it."

She rested her head on his shoulder and softly said, "Thank you."

His heart melted a little bit as he kissed her temple and set her down. "Anything for my sweet girl."

They walked hand in hand past the tanks and admired the different species of fish floating in the water—goldfish, cichlids, tetras, and ones he couldn't name.

"I want one of those." She pointed to some nearby shelves, where there were little glass containers with betta fish swimming around in them. Many were vividly multicolored. It seemed like a perfect distraction for your mind. Nothing too high-maintenance or in need of too much attention.

"Yeah?" He stalked over to the shelf. "Which one?"

"Purple," she said decisively.

"And which one for Mama?" he asked.

"You pick."

Harry browsed the options. They were all magnificent to look at, but one in particular grabbed his attention. On the bottom shelf, there was a pearl-white betta fish that looked like a wispy angel. Harry crouched and closely inspected the harmless creature. It was beautiful, with an appearance of quiet elegance. Just like you.

"Definitely this one," he said, picturing it in a bigger tank with aquarium pebbles and plants and maybe a rock cave to sleep in.

Harry waved over a store associate and got the checkout process started. Within ten minutes, he was carefully carrying two glass containers with the new pets and pushing a shopping cart with two separate two-gallon tanks, pellets, and a couple of cheap aquarium decorations.

When they arrived home, Harry walked through the front door and saw you sleeping on the couch. The baby must have been napping as well, which was really the only time you or he could catch up on sleep. He smiled to himself, a lovely ache pulsing in his heart. If it was possible, he'd stay home with you forever and have "parent" be his singular job title. Alas, he was a needed man outside the home. 

His daughter skipped toward you, clearly excited to reveal the surprise. Harry slowly walked over with the fish and crouched next to your sleeping form. Quietly beautiful. 

"Sweetheart," he whispered, softly stroking your cheek with his knuckles. 

You sleepily opened your eyes, squinted at his face, and then hummed happily. "You're home." The way you said it sounded relieved, which made him not want to be released from his sabbatical. If only he could work from home. 

"We got you something," he said, turning to his daughter so she could do the honors. She took the container with the white betta fish and held it out like it was a sacred gift meant to be handled with the utmost care and respect.

"What is... oh my, what is this?" you asked, your expression morphing into amazement. "Where did you get this?"

"We went to the pet store, and Daddy said that me and you could get pet fish."

You quickly noticed the other betta fish that Harry was holding, and your eyebrows drew together. "What's the special occasion?"

Harry tucked the blanket further up your body and said, "Tomorrow is going to be rough, so I thought you could use a distraction when the days are long without me here."

Your jaw dropped a little as you took the container and closely watched the wispy specimen swim in circles. "That's so thoughtful, Harry."

"Thank your daughter," he replied, kissing your head as he stood up. "She convinced me. Thankfully, she picked an easy animal to take care of." He couldn't imagine if he came home with a slithery snake or an obnoxious bird. This was a peaceful pet that didn't really do much of anything. Something you could simply admire and keep satisfied through simple measures.

He never thought getting you a fish would be a part of his lifelong repayment for two precious children, but it was the most spontaneous moments that mattered most.

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[a-dumb-simp]

What about a headcanon of the brothers favorite and least favorite date ideas? If that’s too much for one post you can break it into two posts or just do favorites date ideas!

No this isn't too much! But thank you for being considerate!! :D they will be kinda short though sorry :(( thank you for the ask!

Lucifer

Likes :)

He likes ”dates” where you guys sit in his secret study and drink tea together

Just sitting in the presence of each other without the brothers

Going on fancy dinner dates and then cuddling afterwards

Surprisingly cooking together :) it feels domestic and he misses that feeling of family

Dislikes :(

Going out without lots of people

He doesn't like the thought of others getting to be around you on dates

He's possessive but just because he's worried he’ll lose you

Reasure him he won't and you love him <3

Dates that take up a lot of time, he still has classes and paperwork to finish, he can't be going on a lot of long trips sadly

Mammon

Likes :)

Running around doing spontaneous bullshit

Thisman does not plan anything and it will stay that way

He's too hyper to stay in one place

He's like how parents tire out their toddler so they will take a nap afterwards

That

But then you get snuggles cause all his energy is gone so yay

Dislikes :(

Long fancy dinners

He can't stay focused during them and then ends up feeling bad for ruining it

Expensive dates, my man is in debt please do cheap stuff with him

Anything where he has to share you, like absolutely no ”double dates” with Solomon and Asmo

He grrrrrrs when his brothers try to interrupt you

Leviathan

Likes :)

He likes playing two player video games with you

Getting a bunch of snacks and snuggling while watching anime marathons

He’ll even take you for a little picnic outside in the fall if you beg him

He can't say no to you honestly

Stay inside for his sake plz

He's got anxiety, it’ll just end with having to go back early anyway

Dislikes :(

Dates outside with other people

Parks are okay cause you guys can move aeay from people

But like restaurants and going out in public

He just cries and tears up

Please protect him

Satan

Likes :)

He appreciates you sitting with him while reading, if you don't like to read that's okay!! Snuggle or play a game

If you do then you can both read and sometimes gush about different books to each other

He likes reading to you outside, in the woods or on a park bench

Goes on small hikes with you and swim in the streams

Coffee dates all the time

Or talking at night on the porch drinking warm milk <3

Dislikes :(

I don't think he would really be opposed to any kind of date

He would at least try it for you

If any of his brothers are involved he won't like it, especially Luci

Not a huge fan of dinner dates but maybe like once a month

Asmo

Likes :)

o k a y

Aain wouldn't really say no to any kinda date

He's been on literally every date you can think of

But that helps when you can't come up with cute ideas

He already has a list of his favourite types of dates for you

He likes parties

Getting to show you off as his to other people

He's also likes coffee dates surprisingly

Likes the change of pace he has with you

Bath time!!

Self care dates and massages

Dislikes

I really can't think of anything he wouldn't like honestly

He's willing to do ”anything for you dear”

a n y t h I n g?

Beel

Likes :)

He likes going out with you after his sports games!!

Or movie dates with lots of snacks

Taking you to his practices

Working out together!

He just likes you being beside him

Anything with snackies

Absolutely dinner dates are a constant thing

Dislikes :(

Mostly just dates that don't involve food ngl

Like if you go to a party he has to double-check with the person throwing it that there's gonna be food or he's out

You of course can go but he cannot stay that long with snacks

Sneak him in snacks

PARTY TIME!!!

Belphie

Likes :)

Nap time!!

Small dates with cuddles in between

Going up to the attic and playing video games while he sometimes lays on you and takes a break

Movie marathons but you have to keep rewinding it because he can't stay awake >:(

Lots of cuddles everywhere

Made it his mission to fall asleep with you in every room of the house

Lucifer comes back to both of you sleeping on his desk and just throws both of you off, no remorse

Leviathan finds you both floating in the aquarium wall, surprisingly let's you stay there and has towels ready for when you get out

[spicysoftsweet]

Rookie Crush Pt. 2 (Indoor Sin) - Tonpa x Chrollo **NSFW**

A/N: It turns out Tonpa x Illumi wasn’t forever. Also, please don’t unfollow me. 

Part 1 here

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Tonpa’s life had changed dramatically to say the least.

After receiving the dicking down of a lifetime right before the 35th Hunter Exam officially began and again while in Trick Tower (his bulbous nose darkened into a dusky red color just thinking about it), he’d expected nothing more from those entanglements only to receive a text message from an unknown number as he began the long way home after failing, yet again. 

Illumi wanted to see him again, and Tonpa was on Cloud 9.

Aside from his admittedly sparse visits filled with short, intense bouts of passion -  Illumi was a busy man after all - he showered him with gifts, more than he could ever want. Tonpa, however, was wise enough to know nothing could come out long-term from such an arrangement, as Illumi was much younger and could obviously do better. Tonpa thought highly of himself but he wasn’t stupid, despite what others thought. 

Tonpa contented himself with accepting Illumi’s gifts wholeheartedly, in however way, shape or incredibly sexy form they came in. There was a finality to this “relationship,” if you could even call it that. So Tonpa decided to milk it for what it was worth.

“Lumi?” Tonpa spoke up, raising himself onto his elbows from where he lay by the assassin to watch his beautiful lover from the side.

“Mm?” Illumi continued to stare at the ceiling blankly. Illumi’s unreadable expression had terrified him the first few times, and Tonpa worried that Illumi was (appropriately) regretting his decision to be with him, but by now he recognized this as what Illumi looked like at baseline. Illumi’s gaze slid to him, and Tonpa lightly dragged a finger up and down his muscular chest.

“Have you heard of the YorkNew City Auction? I would like to go… if it’s not too much to ask.” 

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Illumi worked the magic of cold, hard cash, and to Tonpa’s elation, he was now seated among the rich and the famous, clad in a fitted suit that cost much more than his entire life savings. The only thing that put a damper on this very moment in time was the fact that Illumi had declined to come with him, stating that he had an important mission to complete during that time. Tonpa decided not to be upset and focus on the here and now. 

Unfortunately for him, in mere hours was a siege of the entire auction, and Tonpa found himself fleeing and taking cover. Fear coursed through him, and while he hoped and prayed his Lumi would come to his rescue, he was also thankful his love was not involved. If Tonpa were to die today, he would die a happy man anyway.

As he ran into a secluded building, serendipity struck a second time.

Tonpa stopped in his tracks as he turned a corner into a room, and saw the most horrifying sight he’d ever seen. A man dismembered against a wall, not bleeding but breathing, and not whimpering in pain despite looking as though large chunks had been bitten out of his body. Tonpa unintentionally let out a gasp, and the man’s eyes shifted to look right at him.

“Help… me…” 

The soft iridescent glow coming from the room faded immediately, and Tonpa heard footsteps coming towards the door while the man who had cried for help breathed his last breath. Tonpa turned on his heels to run like hell again, only to hear a calm, yet firm voice.

“Stop right there.”

Tonpa froze in his tracks, his stomach turning.

“Turn around and face me.”

Tonpa turned 180 degrees and gazed into the gray, curious eyes of the most beautiful man he had ever met. Even with the soft glow of Chrollo Lucilfer’s Indoor Fish fading, the lights of the city under siege streamed through the glass, giving Lucilfer the look of an angel. Chrollo’s draw was magnetic and Tonpa’s feet stayed planted to the floor. 

He should be running. But instead, the angel extended a hand to Tonpa and smiled with gleaming, white teeth as their palms touched.

“Your name?”

“T-Tonpa.” A warmth spread over his cheeks again, somehow still apparent in the dark of the room by the Chrollo’s confident smirk. 

“Chrollo Lucilfer. Pleased to meet you. May I have this dance?” Chrollo drew the shorter man’s behind him by the arm without really waiting for a response, and with a flip of the pages of a book in his other hand, music seemed to fill the room, along with the same iridescent glow as before.

Tonpa looked up around him in awe as he spun around in the room with the angel of destruction, the man he already knew would threaten his already tenuous relationship. Beautiful sea fauna of all types and shapes and colors swam in the air above them, giving the room the look of the most exquisite aquarium, the two waltzing together on its sea floor.

“Indoor Fish,” Chrollo informed him, his gray eyes still posed on the man with a charisma, as intense but wildly different from that Illumi Zoldyck possessed the day they first met. 

Illumi. His Lumi would be hurt.

But regardless they continued to dance, Chrollo’s left hand interlaced with his, and his right pressing on the small of his back into him.

“Do you belong to anyone?” Chrollo whispered as they continued to wade the room with the indoor fish.

And Tonpa lied. “No.”

Was it really a lie?

Chrollo’s lips pressed to his once, a soft peck, before whispering, 

“Good. I wouldn’t have cared regardless.”

In seconds, Chrollo seemed to transform from the kind, gentle angel to the devil himself, his Indoor Fish swarming as though in tune with the fiery lust inside. And then the two of them hastily undressed, Tonpa pulling off Chrollo’s jacket, then shirt, then pants, stopping only for a moment to stare at the meal before him, before he bent over to take Chrollo’s erect cock in his mouth. 

He’d done this so many times for Illumi but with Chrollo, this act was different. His touch was tender and he didn’t move with the inconsiderate haste Illumi did at times; even his taste was different. Maybe it was the effect of the promise of a new beginning but Chrollo seemed to appear like a saving grace. His comparatively warm, slender fingers running through his hair as Tonpa bobbed up and down reassured him so.

When Tonpa rose, Chrollo slowly backed him against the wide window displaying the skyline but rather than forcing him facefirst as Illumi had, he slowly entered him, facing him the entire time, his lips nipping softly on his neck.

“I’ll take care of you like no one else has,” Chrollo promised.

What a promise to give someone you’ve just met, Tonpa thought. But at least for now, as he felt their bodies pressed together. He decided to believe it.

[mimi-cee-hq]

A Different Reason - Tsukishima x Yachi

[Masterlist]

Summary:

When Yachi’s friend finds out that Tsukishima likes dinosaurs, she sets them up on a date at a certain museum in Sendai. But there aren’t any dinosaurs there, so why would Tsukishima have an interest in that museum during college?

Author’s Notes:

This is an extended version of a scene in my other tsukiyachi story, Accidental Confession. The last part didn’t fit there. I modified it to be a stand alone one shot and now it’s technically even canon compliant. (Also, I can’t promise that the information about the Miyagi prefecture is accurate even though I did some research.)

AO3 link if you want to read there.

A Different Reason

Words: 1,145

Tsukishima and Yachi watched as their friends ran off to another part of the museum. He didn’t understand why Yachi’s friend took Yamaguchi with her, but he didn’t really care. He didn’t mind that he was left alone with Yachi, but she looked a little nervous around him.

“Have they always been close?” Tsukishima pointed in the direction that they ran as he asked Yachi. He hadn’t really seen the two of them talk before today so it was a surprise to him.

Yachi looked a little unsure. “I don’t know. I think Mei has been helping him with volleyball though.”

Tsukishima sighed and then figured that they could just look through the museum without them. But then something caught his eye in Yachi’s hair. “Is that a dinosaur in your hair?”

Yachi flinched as she automatically reached for her side ponytail. “Yeah, Mei gave it to me recently. I thought it looked cute so I wore it today.”

Tsukishima thought for a moment and sighed. He realized that Mei was likely trying to set him up with Yachi and that Yamaguchi was probably feeding information about him to her. Not a lot of people knew that he had a soft spot for dinosaurs. He didn’t understand why they were at the Sendai City Museum though. It was a historical museum about their prefecture. There weren’t any dinosaurs here.

The two high schoolers started to proceed through the museum. Some of the information signs indicated the times of the tours that were occurring that day. Yachi commented on how well the signs were designed and wondered who had created them. Tsukishima wasn’t surprised that the signs and pamphlets caught her eye.

They decided to check out the next tour and waited for it to start. As they hung out in the lobby, they saw some people taking pictures with a face cutout board. On the board was Date Masamune, the feudal lord who founded Sendai. His armour was one of the major artifacts that were held at the museum, so it wasn’t surprising that they had a cutout board of him. The black samurai armour he wore looked kind of like a Darth Vader costume.

“Tsukishima come! I can take a picture of you as Date Masamune!” said Yachi excitedly. Tsukishima flat out denied her offer, but she continued to insist. “But I brought my camera and wanted to take pictures of our memories here.”

Tsukishima sighed, but then reluctantly agreed. He stood behind the cutout board and crouched down a bit to place his face in the hole. Yachi giggled at him because his glasses and blond hair didn’t match with the era. “Just take the picture already,” he told her.

After she did, a young mom and dad were waiting for their kids to have their turn. The mom asked them, “Did you want me to take a picture of you two at the other cutout?” She was referring to the one with Date Masamune with his wife.

“Uhh…,” Tsukishima started to reply. But before he knew it, Yachi had already given her the camera and was standing behind the board.

“Come on Tsukishima!” she called out to him with a grin. He just smirked back at her before he joined her behind the board.

During the tour, they learned more about the Date clan and how Date Masamune turned Sendai from a small fishing town to a prosperous city. Tsukishima seemed to remember some of the content from their social studies classes, but they learned more of the details here. Tsukishima noticed that Yachi started to take an interest in Date Masamune’s eldest daughter, Irohahime, and her story.

Irohahime was considered to be a beautiful and intelligent woman. Her younger brother even went to her for advice even though he was the next heir of the clan. She was placed in a political marriage with the sixth son of Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was effectively the ruler of Japan at that time. But when her husband was exiled, she never remarried even when her parents encouraged her to. Some sources say she was a Christian which would explain why she didn’t want to marry another man since Christian doctrine discouraged divorce. It would have be interesting if that was the case because her father-in-law had actually banned Christianity and persecuted the Christians.

“I think that she didn’t marry again not only because she had made a vow before God, but also because she had actually fell in love with her husband,” speculated the tour guide. “Imagine being in an arranged marriage with a man only to fall in love with him in the end.” The tour guide squealed at the thought. “She must have been so heart-broken at her young age when her husband was sent to exile. And she stayed loyal to him even though her parents tried to find other suitors for her!”

“I think this tour guide is more of a historical fiction fangirl than a legitimate historian,” Tsukishima commented to Yachi.

But when he turned to look at her, he flinched at seeing tears streaming from her eyes. “That was so romantic,” said Yachi with a sniff. But to her surprise, the tour guide went on to a different topic as she led the group out of the room. “Wait! That’s it? Irohahime became my favourite historical figure within five minutes! That can’t be it!” cried out Yachi.

Tsukishima smirked at her reaction. “Well, maybe one day someone at the museum will be able to find out more about her.”

Yachi smiled at his reassurance. “Thanks Tsukishima. I’ll look forward to that.”

*****

Tsukishima laid on his bed after he got home from one of his college exams. He was mentally tired and decided to browse on his phone.

Beside him, on the top of his bookshelf, his volleyball and knee pads were set next to his miniature dinosaurs. Underneath, he had his archaeology and history textbooks from his past few years of college. He also had two framed photos of their museum trip on the bookshelf. At the cutout board of Date Masamune and his wife, Tsukishima wore an indifferent look while she had a big grin. The other picture had the two of them with a drawing of Irohahime.

Tsukishima replied to a message from Yachi, but he got interrupted by an email notification. It was from an HR representative from the Sendai City Museum. He quickly sat up from his bed and took a closer look at the email. A grin escaped from his mouth as he read it again. He couldn’t believe he got the job and that he would be starting right after college.

When he realized how excited he was about the email, he groaned at his unexpected reaction. With a scoff of disbelief, he said to himself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Author’s Notes:

I hope you liked the story. I actually wasn’t intentionally planning on writing about the museum. I was trying to figure out a place for their set up date. Initially it was a mall, then an aquarium, and then I checked if Miyagi even had an aquarium. That’s when I saw that the Sendai City Museum was listed as an attraction and decided to check out it. I thought it looked familiar and checked the manga again. :D

If you want more tsukiyachi, check out Accidental Confession.

[Masterlist]

[asocier]

interaction guide for leah!

last edited: april 6th, 2021

         leah overall is a very, very flexible muse, and while she’s mostly an uwu muse, she’s not always ( e.g. potty mouth, kind of aggressive/possessive with certain muses, has “kick your ass” energy even though she’s like 5′1 and cries over everything, is very lewd and can be very forward at times ). i tend to have a lot of fun with her because she’s so dimensional, but below are some good points of entry if you’re stuck or need inspiration!!

          “are you finding everything alright?” — threads that take place at leah’s workplaces ( i.e. the university bookstore or delight, the adult store ); a great way to break the ice since shopping can allow for casual conversation, big or small! retail work can be very strange as well, so there’s a lot of room for some interesting scenarios that can leave a lasting impression for leah to remember your muse by in the future. not every interaction in the adult store has to be sexual or sexually charged, either, so feel free to have some fun with the setting!

          college/university setting threads — being a university student that lives on campus in the dorms ( canonically, anyway; there’s always room for divergence! ), most of leah’s waking hours are spent doing something related to her classes or social events happening on campus. she’s usually not a big partier, but when surrounded by the right crowd, she can easily be roped right into wild parties. though she’s not the type to let herself get wasted; chances are, she’ll be the one taking care of your muse! college is full of possibilities when it comes to shenanigans, like some real wack ass shit can happen, so below are just a few general possibilities for plot ideas. studying abroad has also been my default way of sending leah out of the country, so if your muse has to be in a different country to make a storyline work, i gotchu! your muse:

takes the same classes as leah and befriends her because they sit next to her in class, are partnered up with her for an assignment, engage in group discussion with her regularly, ect. can also just be a brief meeting like an exchange of compliments ( “that’s such a cute top!” “thanks, your pencil bag is super cute, too!” )

is leah’s roommate ( plotting required since it’s canon that she lives alone!! but housing situations change frequently during college so it’s not a huge problem, just gotta work out the details )

is the teaching assistant for a class that leah is taking, so she come to them for help on assignments ( or vice versa: leah is the teaching assistant so she grades your muse’s assignments/tutors them )

a tutor in general that leah can turn to for help in exchange for cash or a different kind of payment ( food, advice, ect. this doesn’t have to be a dirty thing alksjdlkjsad )

met leah at a party and now the two of them are just party buddies or just always get into trouble whenever they hang out and party together

          celebrity/idol + fangirl; city meets country; wealthy meets poor threads — oh my god okay so listen; i really enjoy the idea of “opposites attract” with leah. like the idea of meeting a muse who is a higher status than her socioeconomically, socially, or just comes from a different background than her ( hence city meets country since leah was born in an urban area, so interacting with a muse who comes from a small town would be the opposite of her ).

anyway, leah’s the type to be really into pop culture, so keeping up with celebrities, idols, youtubers, whatever would be a past time for her, and then meeting them in real life would make her lose her shit. being in a relationship of any kind with a celebrity would make her lose her shit, and considering she lives in los angeles, it’s possible to run into one for the sake of a plot.

socioeconomically, leah’s considered low-income, maybe lower middle class ( but considering how vast the “middle class” actually is, can we really say ). as such, she’s very conscious about how she spends her money, so meeting a muse who is very well off financially would be an interesting dynamic. she always jokes about being a sugar baby or like, being a trophy wife so she doesn’t have to work, but whether that’d actually happens depends on what happens when she meets a muse with the means to make that joke a reality.  

anyway, leah teeters on the edge of being a gold digger but she probably won’t be. it’s just fun to pair her up with wealthy muses because they live such a vastly different lifestyle from her usually that she’s like “what”  

          sexcapade threads ( 18+ muns only ) -- leah is a very sex positive muse, and as such, a lot of her interactions can be smutty. taking into account her sexuality, hook-up culture on a college campus, and her freedom away from her parents, quite a few plots ( and their variations ) can happen rather easily. it’s important to note, though, that i prefer to write smut threads that either have some sort of plot to them or can lead to further development in a relationship. writing smut can get boring real quick if nothing new is introduced, but i’m okay with plotting out intimacy privately! also, sex does not always equal romance, so romantic feelings may not always develop between leah and your muse. if you are interested in shipping our muses romantically, please let me know! otherwise, i’ll assume they’re just in a casual type of relationship.

one night stands

friends with benefits

tin/der, bum/ble, or other dating apps/sites dates or meet ups

just gossiping about respective sex lives

first time meeting threads where it’s literally just leah and your muse getting it on is also acceptable, though some plotting might be required depending on the muse.

          verse/au/wishlist plots — i always love a good au. love, love, love my aus. below are a list of verses that are already “premade” on my blog that that you’re welcome to work with. i’ll go ahead and link leah’s verse page as well in case you want to read up on the basics. i do have a wishlist tag as well full of plots that may or may not work with leah. you’re definitely not limited to the verse page or the tags; if you have an idea, please don’t be shy to reach out to me! like i said, leah is very flexible. all i ask is that you respect her as a muse and don’t be weird with her. i get that she’s a very sexual muse but please ... respect her. 

angel verse — this verse is probably one of leah’s most used verses, and important details about this verse can be found here, here, and here! i highly suggest you read these posts bc a lot of her mannerisms hinges on what’s laid out in these posts, and of course you’re always welcome to ask questions if you have any!! angel verse is a good place to begin if your muse is also another supernatural creature, and considering angel leah has no qualms about visiting other realms like hell, it’s very possible for her to meet your muse one way or another.

influencer/idol/celebrity verse — considering how big on social media leah is in terms of her constant engagement with it, plots that involve her being an influencer are right up her alley, and collaborations with other muses who fit into this category are a great way for leah to interact with them! while i don’t have an official verse up for this category yet as of 04/06/21, leah’s very flexible when it comes to what she can do if she gained social media status, but what she’d most likely do involves modeling, acting, and being on youtube or streaming. 

high school verse — high school leah is very different from main verse/college leah in the sense that she’s a lot more reserved and is a lot more closeted about her sexuality. she’s still very enjoyable to interact with, but what sets high school leah apart from canon leah the most is that there’s a more prominent struggle and confusion regarding her spiritual views, and dating her in high school is almost like a chore since your muse will have to jump through hoops in order to date her if that’s something they want to do. in high school verse, leah canonically only has one boyfriend in her senior ( final ) year, but as always, i welcome divergence. your muse is even welcome to be her high school boyfriend if we plot things out ( spoiler: her high school boyfriend was a real asshole ). high school shenanigans are definitely more tame than college shenanigans, but this verse will be good for slice of life plots ( hanging out after school, doing projects together, decorating for the school dance, prom date, applying to college, ect. )

          miscellaneous plots — finally, here are some classic plots that i always love with leah. they don’t really fit into the other categories, but these are plots i don’t mind doing over and over and over again because they’re never always the same each time i write them, and these plots make leah happy too :’)

mom friend/big sister leah bc oh my god i love her with kids so much, but also she’s incredibly doting towards close friends she cares a lot about so yeah call her the mom friend™

in the same vein, pls hire her to be your main babysitter. she’d appreciate it so much bc college is so expensive

beach threads!! aquarium threads!! ocean threads!! pool threads!! leah enjoys water and ocean life, so any thread where these elements are involved really get her going. i don’t care how often she’s been to the aquarium or beach, she’ll go again.

take her on trips with you!! she loves traveling and really like the idea the freedom that comes with traveling around the world

[serenefreakgeekao3]

Something You've Forgotten (Part5)

Author's Note: First of all, yes I've changed the format of my posts (I've learned how to do the read more!). Second of all, yes it has been forever since I've posted a part for SYF and yes I am incredibly sorry! Good news, looks like just one more part left! (Also holy crap that's a lot of people on the tag list. Let me know if you want on or off the tag list for the next part! Don't say anything if you want to remain on it if you're already on it) Hope this is to your liking!!

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Rating: T

Warnings: None? Fluff? My horrible cheesiness.

Stories flooded his mind, as Hermione’s soft voice recounted many of them Draco tried to picture the memories, what they would look like, or had. A few memories came back, startlingly bright and colourful, like the Ministry Ball that Harry and Draco had attended when they first came out as dating, or the wedding that Hermione had invited him to, decorated in white and turquoise. A few others memories barely brushed his consciousness, though he could feel the realness of them, like a random night in the Leaky, drinking with Ron and Harry while discussing a recent case with Hermione, or a double date that the four of them had been to together.

Draco pushed his feelings down, hid them away for a time that he could be alone and unleash them where no one could see. But, as always, Hermione was perceptive, and had stopped talking abruptly in the middle of a Halloween story, watching Draco carefully.

“Tears are not a sign of weakness, Draco.” Her soft voice coaxes toward him, and he could feel the pinpricks in the corners of his eyes, glancing up and shaking his head softly toward her. He was able to hold her gaze, wondering when he had managed to acquire such a good life that she was informing him off, and why he had such bad luck as to forget it all.

“I get little flashes,” Draco begins, his voice just above a whisper, sounding harsh in his ears as his throat strains in a way that holds back sobs, “Colours, sounds- fragments of memories that proves that it’s all real but that seem so unreal.” He jumps slightly when his hand is covered by Hermione’s small, gentle one, and relaxes slightly at the feel of it. When has being around her felt so comforting?

“You know what it sounds like to me?” Hermione leaned forward, as if whispering a conspiracy that no one else would believe. “It sounds like people recovering from being obliviated.” Draco winced, glancing up and eyeing her before widening her eyes.

“Wait, does this mean we have some way to- to treat this?” He asks hesitantly, blinking slowly up to the face of comfort, one he wished he had in his younger years.

“It means we definitely have a start.”

__________

A week passes by sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Draco and Harry continue to repeat past dates, in whatever way they were able to manage from Draco’s hospital room. Draco finally, on the fourth day, managed to yell at a nurse to move the curtains so he could see who was coming and going from the door. He was able to relax more after that, having a clear view of the only entrance into the room- his psychologist (who visited on the sixth day) saying that it was a reflex from his past traumas, just wanting to keep himself safe. Healer Tallon and Hermione insisted on a bringing in a mind healer that worked specifically on cases involving obliviation, and Draco had to admit that the exercises the man was having him do did seem to help in his recovery.

Draco grew more attached to Harry as time grew on, though he wasn’t able to see him as often once the weekend ended, since during the week he worked as an Auror. After work every day, though, he stopped by the room and brought his little wicker basket, smiling and pulling out some random type of food, or some kind of decoration that matched something from their past. One day he had decorated practically the entire room in red hanging ribbons, placed an annoying song on the radio, and pulled out a pack of absolutely horrible food.

Draco was repulsed, confused, and slightly fearful of getting food poisoned. But after one look at Harry’s face, he felt himself relax slightly and began to laugh along with him. That was the day he had his first memory that involved an actual face.

A piercing pain shot through his head, and Draco cried out from it, dropping his noodles onto the floor by accident while shooting a hand up to clutch at the back of his skull. He ran his fingers over a shaved patched of hair where the cut had once been, and felt the bump of the injury under his fingers. Harry immediately shot up, moving close to Draco, whispering questions in a constant stream, mainly if he was okay. Draco reached out, taking Harry’s hand to comfort him and calm him a bit, nodding as he breathed the pain away.

Then he remembered what had brought the pain.

/

They were both sitting in a dimly lit restaurant, the light setting feeling so irregular on their eyes that it was causing a small headache. Their heads brushed these annoying red ribbons every time they moved their heads, and the food they ordered tasted worse than the food at St. Mungos. But this was their seventh date, and Blaise had dared Harry to take Draco here. Secretly, he knew the real reason.

“If you both can survive a date at this hellscape, then you can survive any hardships you may face in the future concerning your relationship.” Blaise had told him one time over drinks, when it was just him and Draco. Then proceeded to tell Harry how fantastic the place was, and that it was top tier dating, and of course Harry’s not at that level of a relationship with Draco to take him there yet.

So they went. And they didn’t eat the horrible food, but instead talked of their day and had fun making fun of the worst restaurant in all of London.

“Remind me to thank Blaise for the recommendation.” Harry mumbled before he took a sip of his wine, before promptly choking on the taste and taking the glass from Draco’s hand, widening his eyes and shaking his head. Draco just chuckled in response, but didn’t bother drinking it, letting Harry take it from him to place on the table next to their uneaten food.

“Ah, sure, of course. We have that double date with him and Pansy planned soon,” Draco replied easily, reaching one hand out to fold with Harry’s smiling into his caring green eyes. They were so bright, full of cheer, and were easily the most interesting thing in this whole building.

“We should take them here,” Harry mumbled, grinning as he reached into his back pocket to withdraw his muggle wallet.

“Can’t, already booked reservations at that new fish place. You know, the one where you’re sitting inside an aquarium while eating the brothers and sisters of the fish swimming around you?” Draco huffed, rolling his eyes as he remembered the premise for this particular eatery. Harry just laughed in response, opening his wallet with one hand and pursing his lips as if trying to figure out how to get the money out to place on the table with just the one hand, intent on not letting go of Draco’s hand.

“Isn’t that place like ridiculously expensive?” Harry mumbled, struggling with holding the wallet in place with his pinky while reaching inside with his thumb and forefinger, the wallet falling from his hand eventually with a sigh.

“The most expensive we could find, actually. Pansy was jealous we went on a double date with Hermione and Ron first so now this one has to be better.” Draco replies, reaching forward and grabbing a few bills for Harry and placing them on the counter for him. Silence followed, and Draco furrowed his brow, studying the now-still Harry. “We could pick somewhere else? You know how Pansy gets.”

Harry blinked a few times, shaking his head before looking at Draco with a strange expression. “That’s not it. I just,” He hesitated, biting his lip, “I just realized something.” Draco just smiled, but held a confused expression on his face.

“And what would that be?” He asks, leaning forward as if about to hear a secret. Harry leaned forward as well, but pressed a soft kiss against his lips, and Draco hummed appreciatively, leaning into it and smiling softly. When Harry finally broke away, their gazes locked and a beat of silence spread before,

“I love you, Draco.”

Sounds of water rushing filled his ears, and he blinked a few times, staring into the brightest green he had ever seen. It was the first time Harry had ever said it, and it was not something that he had expected, especially not in a place like this. A few seconds passed, and Harry bit his lip as if scared he may have said the wrong thing. Draco’s mind screamed at him, ‘Tell him you love him too! Kiss him! Do something!’ while Draco sat there staring like the world was exploding around him. Which it sort of was.

And then air filled his lungs again and he burst forward, smashing his lips in a repeat of before, expect more rough and hungry, Draco’s free hand coming up to wrap around Harry’s neck tightly as if never letting go. And he let himself admit to himself for the first time that he never wanted to let go again. When he finally parted, he glanced back up into the shimmering eyes of his boyfriend, happiness visible in a way that Draco had never seen before.

“I love you too, Harry.”

\

“Ruban Rouge,” Draco whispered, looking up into Harry’s eyes, the green slightly duller than they had been in the restaurant. From worry, he’d assume, considering his face was still scrunched up in an unpleasant way, his hands clutching at Draco’s hospital gown.

“What?” Harry asked, shaking his head, leaning down to catch his eyes, “Draco, are you okay? Do you need me to get the Healer?”

“Ruban Rouge,” Draco repeated, louder, before smiled broadly. Harry hesitated, his fists loosening their grasp before he let out a loud breath, slumping slightly and bringing Draco close into a hug.

“You remember the place, that’s good.” Harry whispered, turning his head into Draco’s neck. Then Harry backed away with a confused expression when he felt Draco shaking from laughter.

“I remember the place, I remember the horrible lights, I remember,” Draco’s smile never ceased as he raised his hands to place on either side of Harry’s face, “I remember you there, Harry. I remember your face,” He exclaimed it a bit loudly, but he was excited. “I remember our words,” He finally said, his voice low, his eyes trained on Harry’s own as he seemed to slowly realize what this meant.

Their first kiss since Draco woke up happened after his first full memory, and it was with the man he loved more than anything. Because he finally remembered that.

[talesofmundanemagic]

Gertie and Bridget go on holiday

Bridget heaved her suitcase onto what she declared “her” bed and dropped herself down next to it. She threw her sweater (which she had been forced to remove in the airport due to the heat) onto the floor, and let out a long, contented sigh.

“Thanks for the offer, sis, but I got this.” Gertie said sarcastically as she dragged her suitcase into their room and left it at the foot of her bed. In her other hand was a black and white portable hatbox, and inside sat her most prized possession - her storage hat. Using magic, it held her entire collection, stored in rows and rows of individual hat boxes.

“You’re fine,” Bridget responded, and unzipped her suitcase to change into shorts.

Spring in the family’s home state of Tornstead was barely warmer than winter, and for this reason the family took the time to escape the chilly weather and bask in the sun of Lucembrine. The island state was famous for its beaches and sun, aquariums for the young, and wine tasting for the adults.

The cottage they had rented had a full kitchen, two bedrooms (“If you start snoring again, I won’t hesitate to throw a pillow at you,” Gertie had told Bridget. “Like it would reach,” she’d retorted with a playful grin), two full bathrooms, a kitchen, and - most importantly - a beach right out the back door.

“A TV!” Gertie declared upon opening the ornate dresser that was taller than she was. She sat on her bed and clicked it on.

Theodore Mallon, their father, walked into the room to find his daughters watching an episode of a pirate cartoon.

“Did we really travel all this way just for you two to watch TV?” he asked.

“It’s Lucembrine TV dad!” Gertie protested.

“It’s totally different,” Bridget added jokingly.

He sighed. “Isn’t that what you do when you’re at school?”

“At school we do homework.” Bridget said, rising up on her elbows to get a better angle of the TV. “And basketball, and studying.”

“And magic,” Gertie added.

Their dad rubbed his forehead. “Do I have to hear about that here?”

“Well,” Gertie explained. “We don’t have a TV at school.”

Eloise, the girls’ mother, slipped into the room and put her hands on Theodore’s shoulders. “Can’t we just have a nice family vacation?” she asked everyone.

“That’s what we’re here for,” the girls said in unison and laughed.

“We’re going to get settled in,” Eloise said, pulling her husband out the bedroom door before he could protest again.

A dog appeared in the cartoon, barking in the sunlight on the pirate’s ship.

Bridget sighed. “I miss Ziggy.”

“Yeah, well, he wouldn’t be able to cross the ocean,” Gertie said. Ghosts always had problems with salt, even when dissolved. It was why Ziggy, their ghost dog, hated popcorn and pretzels. “Besides, dad would blow a gasket.”

“So would the government of Lucembrine,” Bridget pointed out.

Gertie shrugged. “Dad’s scarier,” she joked.

The TV flickered and the lights in the room dimmed for a minute.

“Mom!” Gertie shouted. “There’s something wrong with the TV!”

“And lights!” Bridget added.

Their dad appeared in the door again.

“Yes, that’s why we got such a good deal,” he flapped the shirt he had been in the middle of hanging, trying to get rid of the wrinkles. “Apparently there’ve been some intermittent electrical issues. Nothing dangerous, of course.”

Gertie balked. “We’re all gonna die.”

***

Later that evening, after returning to the house from a nearby aquarium, Gertie was enjoying the second to last book in the Flowers of Dark Meadow series, and Bridget was scrolling through the latest in sports news, when her skin itched in the way that meant something magical was nearby. She scanned the room, looking to see if there was something her spelled left eye could see that her normal right eye couldn’t.

And there it was.

“Gertie…” she said, closing her laptop.

Gertie shushed her. “I’m at a good point let me just-”

“Gertie.”

“I have to finish this chapter-”

“GERTIE!” Bridget shouted, pulling the book from her hands.

“Ok, ok,” Gertie sat up. “What?”

“There’s a ghost in here.” Bridget flicked her eyes back to the corner of the room. The spirit glared back at her, his ghostly form shivering in anger. “One on the verge of becoming a poltergeist from the look of it.”

Gertie sighed and grabbed her laptop from her backpack. “Ok, let’s hope the wifi doesn’t crap out on us.”

***

On her way to the rental car with Theodore, Eloise realized she had forgotten her purse and turned back to the cottage. She was ready to grab it from the kitchen counter and head back out. Instead, she found her daughters sitting cross legged on the floor with salt sprinkled around them in a big oval. A black top hat sat upside down in between them.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Gertie panicked. “Nothing!”

“Weren’t you going to the grocery store?” Bridget asked, trying to be more subtle.

Eloise crossed her arms. “I forgot my purse.”

“Oh,” Bridget glanced up. “Well, it’s right there on the counter so you can just-”

“Girls.”

“There’s a poltergeist,” Gertie said.

“An almost-poltergeist,” Bridget corrected.

“The only licensed handler open during the holiday is two hours away,” Gertie explained, “and his prices are way above the quality of work he provides, according to his online reviews.”

Eloise couldn’t believe was she was hearing. “So you decided to take care of it yourselves?”

Gertie bounced a bit in place. “I’m going to try out the ghost therapy hat that Great Grandpa Gregory gave me!”

“You know it’s illegal to practice magic without a proper license in Lucembrine right?” Eloise asked.

Gertie and Bridget looked at each other.

“You’re licensed,” Bridget said.

Gertie nodded. “That’s why I was even able to get my collection here in the first place. If you were here when we were practicing then technically...”

Eloise’s cell phone rang. It was Theodore.

“Hi honey,” she said after answering. “I’m actually going to spend some time with the girls. You go on ahead.”

“Is there anything else we need?” Theodore asked on the other side of the call.

Eloise looked back at the salt circle her daughters were drawing for her. “Salt.”

With their mother satisfactorily safe inside another salt circle, the girls sat back within theirs. Gertie checked the label on the seam of the hat again, going over the incantation one more time. She placed the hat just outside the circle of salt, so the spirit wouldn’t be barred from entering it.

“Squirth oo flithum wendri’or plepp!”

The hat lit up from the inside, creating a blue spotlight on the ceiling of the cottage. There was a sucking sound, like a vacuum that had gotten stuck on a pencil. Bridget watched as the ghost, spying on them from the ceiling, got sucked down into the hat.

The blue spotlight switched off, and the hat’s ribbon glowed eggshell white.

“Perfect!” Gertie said. She promptly stood and stepped out of the salt circle. Before Eloise could stop her, she scooped the hat up and placed it on her head.

Her face twisted into the expression that Bridget had seen the malevolent spirit wear.

“Oh, look what you’ve done now,” she said with a grimace, staring down at herself. “What is this foolishness?”

“Hi,” Bridget said to Gertie, trying to get the spirit that had possessed her sister to focus on her. “My name is Bridget. What’s your name?”

Gertie’s head snapped up to glare at Bridget. “Bartholomew Barbill. What are you doing in my house?”

Bridget swallowed nervously. “My family rented this cottage for the week.”

“Well, you’re not welcome here,” the spirit said, making Gertie plop her fists at her waist. “No one is! This is the Barbill house. I don’t know why we’ve had so many strangers lately-”

“The owner of this house…” Bridget looked over to her mom.

“Anthony Barbill,” Eloise supplied.

“Has been renting it out-”

“Ridiculous!” the ghost said. “The Barbills have lived here for centuries! I grew up in this house! We are not leaving.”

“I think you already have,” Bridget said.

“No, we have not. If you will kindly pack your things, I’m sure my family will be back soon.”

Eloise handed Bridget her phone. On the screen was an email from Anthony Barbill.

I’m so glad you’re interested in the Barbill House, it read. My family has been living there for centuries. It’s a wonderful place, just a bit small for my three kids, my husband and I. We’ve since relocated. I have such wonderful memories of the house from my childhood; I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time.

The rest of the email detailed information about the beach and the steps required to rent.

Bridget handed the phone to Gertie, who read it angrily, before her expression melted into one of pain.

“Then where are they?” Bartholomew asked. “Where did they move?”

Bridget looked to her mother.

“I think their office was in Braewight, on the mainland,” Eloise said, she motioned to the business cards on the countertop.

Gertie strode over and picked one up, staring at it.

The lights flickered.

“Bartholomew?” Bridget said softly.

Gertie’s hand crushed the card.

“Why?” Bartholomew cried, dropping onto all fours.

Tears streamed from Gertie’s eyes. Electricity started sparking around her, a sign of the ghost’s pain and anger. She pounded the floor as Bartholomew screamed in anguish.

The lights flared white hot before turning off all together.

“Mom?” Bridget shouted, over the noise of the ghost’s tantrum.

Eloise strode over to Gertie and pulled the hat from her head, releasing Bartholomew’s spirit.

The sparking around her stopped, and Gertie looked around, bewildered. She wiped the tears from her face as the lights came back on.

“Where’d he go?” she asked.

Bridget scanned the room. Suddenly there were crashes from upstairs - he was in the attic.

Eloise and the girls pulled on a string attached to the trap door in the ceiling of the kitchen, extending a ladder for them to climb up.

Cardboard boxes were overturned, a lamp with a glass shade was shattered, and in the middle of the room a photo album lay open.

Bridget could see the ghost weeping, caressing the faces of his descendants in the pictures.

“They left me behind,” he whimpered. “All I did was protect them. Help them. And they didn’t even say goodbye.”

“I’m so sorry,” Bridget said.

“All I ever wanted was my family to be safe,” Bartholomew said. “I can’t move on.”

“We could bring him back with us,” Gertie suddenly said as the thought occurred to her, though she couldn’t hear what Bartholomew was saying like Bridget could. But she had felt his pain, and knew how to help.

“What?” Bartholomew looked up with renewed hope.

“What?” Eloise snapped.

“Yeah,” Gertie said, not withering a bit at her mother’s glare. “Ghosts can’t cross salt water, but if he’s in the hat and I’m wearing the hat, then he’d probably be safe with - well - in me. And we’re going back to the mainland. He’d have to travel a while to find his family but-” Gertie shivered, her teeth clacking together.

Bartholomew, in his joy, had embraced her.

“That’s just Bartholomew, hugging you,” Bridget told Gertie, explaining the sudden chill.

“Oh.” Gertie awkwardly held her arms up, trying to hug him back.

Eloise sighed, knowing that once her girls came up with an idea, it was exhausting to dissuade them. Besides, on the scale of their previous exploits, this rated as “extremely safe.”

Everyone froze as the locked front doorknob struggled to twist.

“Honey! Can you get the door?” Came Theodore’s call from downstairs.

The three humans scrambled down the ladder.

Eloise grabbed a broom and quickly swept all the salt into a corner. Gertie shoved the ladder back up into the ceiling, coughing at the dust that fell down as a result. Bridget ran to their room and clicked on the television so it looked like they were all busy.

“What about me?” Bartholomew asked Bridget, panicked.

“He can’t see you!” Bridget whispered back.

“Oh, right!”

Eloise opened the door for her husband to the sound of their daughters laughing in front of the opening credits to the movie Melody Hill.

“Movie’s just about to start, love,” Eloise said, kissing Theodore on the cheek. “Want to join us?”

Theodore sighed. “Sure, why not?”

To be continued...

[heinousactszx]

Stuck together

Summary: Meenah’s at the mall with her little sister Feferi.  She’s not exactly thrilled about it. Humanstuck. Minor Meenah/Aranea. Notes at the bottom.

“This blows, yo.”

Meenah leaned against the entrance to one of the many clothing stores at the mall.  Her phone, a flip-top she’d had for years, was pressed up to her ear.

“I don’t wanna be stuck here all day.  I’d rather be hangin’ wit’ you or Latula or somethin’.  Babysittin’ my sister ain’t what I had in mind for a Saturday.”

“Oh, dear.  I can see why you’d get upset about that.  I myself can certainly empathize with a situation like yours.  After all, more than once have I had to take care of my own sister during our shared childhood, and being much older than her I had to take on certain responsibilities. Why, just think about all the writing time I’ve lost because of the care I’ve given to little Vriska.  It’s almost enough to-“

Meenah pinched the bridge of her nose.  Aranea’s little tangents were adorable, of course, but she hadn’t called just to hear her girlfriend prattle on.  At least, not this time.

“Look, Serk, just tell me what I gotta do to make this quick an’ painless.”

“Well, you’re supposed to take your sister clothes shopping, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then just play along and help her find what she wants and you’ll be out of there in no time.  I know you can at least fake a smile for an hour.”

“Meh.”

“And besides.” Aranea added, dropping her voice seductively.  “Pick up some cute clothes for yourself and maybe you can try them on tonight at my house.”

Meenah felt her face get hot.  “Damn, Serk, you’re gonna make me make a scene in public wit’ that kinda talk.”

“See you later, love. And do try to have some fun, will you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you, too.” Meenah hung up and snapped her phone shut, then took the opportunity to stretch out her lanky arms before heading into the store.

Feferi was right by the kids’ section, of course.  She seemed to be comparing two dresses in her arms with what she already had on. Meenah gritted her teeth.  This was not her forte at all. If only Porrim was here. She thought. Still, there was only one way to move forward. She walked over to where her sister stood.  Feferi turned as she heard and smiled a big, toothy smile.

“Meenah! Finally! Okay, which dress looks cuter? This one has the most adorable swirly patterns on it, and I think they look wonderful! Oh, but this one has the nicest pink on it! It goes with my glasses and my purse! What do you think, huh?”

Meenah stared blankly. She had no clue which dress was supposed to be better, much less how the two were significantly different at all. Feferi was waiting, though, and she wasn’t getting out of the mall until she had something.  Meenah put on her biggest and fakest smile.

“Oh, yeah! They both look so great! How ‘bout we just get both?” Meenah practically gleamed.

Feferi frowned, scrunched up her face and turned away in a huff.  “If you’re gonna not take it seriously then I don’t want either one.”

Meenah dropped the act. “Really, Fef? You gonna act like a kid like that? Pick a damn dress so’s we can get outta here.”

Feferi put the clothing back on the rack and picked up her little purse. “I’ll keep ‘em on my mind, but I wanna see the other stores before I make a decision.”  She started to stroll towards the entrance of the store, which led to the rest of the mall.

Meenah groaned as she trudged along behind her sister.  This was going to take much longer than she’d hoped.

The mall was pretty big, and as a result, there were plenty of clothing stores to choose from.  In every location, Feferi would find a few outfits she liked. When she showed them to Meenah, however, she would only get the same responses as always, unhelpful and unfriendly.  Then she’d put them back, move on to the next shop, only to repeat the pattern verbatim.  By the fifth stop, she’d had enough.

“Ugh, you’re impossible!” Feferi fumed as she stomped out of the store and into the food court.  “Mom shoulda named you Meanie!”

Meenah rolled her eyes as she followed the shorter Peixes. “Wow, Fef.  Bringin’ that one back from first grade? Classic.”

Feferi stormed to the nearest bench and sat on the end, fists clenched.  Meenah sprawled out on the other end, waiting for the tantrum to subside before this stupid trip could continue. The two stayed there for a bit in silence, neither willing to give the other an inch.  Eventually, Feferi started to rummage through her purse for something.  Meenah mentally sighed and laid back for the long haul.  As she closed her eyes, she couldn’t help but make a comment. “You’re wastin’ your time, ya know.  I ain’t good with this touchy feely stuff.”

“You used to be.”

Meenah opened her eyes. That wasn’t the response she expected. She looked at Feferi. She had finished looking through her purse, and was holding what looked to be a picture in her hands.  Her anger was gone, and her face seemed to be… trembling.  

Meenah leaned over to catch a glimpse at what the picture was, and her mouth dropped when she saw.

It was Meenah and Feferi, standing arms around the others shoulder, in front of a big fish tank, which Meenah recognized as the shark tank from the aquarium from the next city over. From the way the two of them looked, the photo was about six years old.

Meenah looked up at Feferi, who was still looking at the picture.  Tears were starting to well up in her little sister’s eyes.

“We used to do everything together. Remember when you took me to get my ears pierced and didn’t make fun of me when I chickened out?  Or that time we toured that castle and snuck into the throne room so we could pretend we were queens? Even when you got too old for the stuff I did, you always hung out with me and shared everything with me and always made me feel like I was cool because I got to hang out with some as cool as you.”

Tears were streaming down Feferi’s face.

“But then you went to High school and it was like you totally changed.  You made all these new friends and had all this new stuff happen to you and you didn’t want to be with me at all.  And then you went to college and you went away completely and *hic* and-“ Feferi cut off, sobbing.

Meenah abruptly realized that this trip hadn’t been about buying clothes at all.  Knowing that she lacked the words to help, Meenah reached out carefully to touch Feferi’s shoulder, just to try offer any comfort she could.  Feferi, still crying, turned to Meenah and buried herself in her big sister’s chest. With nothing else to do, and suddenly no desire to be anywhere else, Meenah held Feferi close as she cried and cried.  Meenah stroked Feferi’s back gently as tears soaked her t-shirt, willing to wait it out as long as it took. Eventually Feferi’s tears began to dry up, but she didn’t move from her sister’s embrace.

Meenah tried to find the words. “Look, Fef, I..” A pause.  She was so bad at this.

“Feferi.” She pulled her head up and looked Meenah straight on.  Her eyes were puffy from the crying.

“I ain’t gonna lie to you. I’m gonna keep on growin’ up. You’re gonna keep growing u’ too.  There ain’t nothin’ we can do about that.” Feferi looked crestfallen.

“But,” Feferi looked back up. “That don’t give me no excuse to abandon my little sister like that.  Maybe I can’t make up for all a’ the time I missed, but maybe, if you’ll have me, I can make up just a little.”

Feferi stared at her sister for a long time before she gave a small smile and nodded. “Of course. What are sisters for?”

Meenah sighed in relief, wiped away a few tears of her own that she’d just noticed.  This was gonna ruin her rep, but that didn’t seem important any more.”

“Sorry, I guess I got a little full of myself for a while there, huh.”

Feferi giggled. It was a nice sound. “Well, maybe a little.”

Meenah grinned. This day turned out to not be a waste after all.

“Whaddya say we go get some dresses, huh?  I’ll even let you pick mine.”

Feferi laughed again as she jumped out of her seat and grabbed Meenah’s hand. “I think I know just the right thing for you.”

Meenah laughed herself-“Lead the way, lil sis.”-as the two of them walked back into the mall together.

“Goodness, Meenah. That’s certainly a… loud color for you, isn’t it?”

“Shut up, Serk, I got it on a very good authority that I look great.”

Another fic for @obviousvirus‘s great AU!  Meenah might be the most fun character to write for.  I put in some Meenah/Aranea for fun, but writing sibling interaction is some of the most meaningful stuff for me.