#i found the reference for these on Pinterest and then lost it

[kaattlin]

[talesfromthebandgeekmafia]

Holy shit I love my job. Today is Tea loving her job day.

[aajjks]

The Biology of a Crush (m)

synopsis. teaching your sex crazed housemate about biology… came with it perks.

genre: crack, 18+.

pairings: jungkook x fem reader.

warnings: tèàchíng trôpê, crîngê jûngkôôk, hôrnÿ jûngkôôk, tsûndêrê ÿn, sêxûâl jôkês, ônê bêd trôpê, hê jûst wânts tô hît ît wîth ÿôû ând lîvê hâppîlÿ êvêr âftêr. MÁKÏNG OÜT

note. If this flops- oh well. But if this becomes a hit, I will make it a series hehe, photo credits to owner, found it on Pinterest. OMG ENJOY! He’s back to terrorize us all. He’s so fucking stupid.

•••

Here he is again.

Jungkook stumbles into your room like a lost puppy who’s been smacked in the face with a fucking textbook, eyes glassy, hair a mess like he just fought with a blender.

“Hey, uh, biology homework,” he mumbles, slouching against your doorframe like it owes him money. “what the fuck even is a mitochondrion? sounds like a droid from star wars or some shit.”

You stare. seriously? he’s asking you this now? the guy who probably thinks photosynthesis is a type of vegan snack.

“it’s the powerhouse of the cell,” you say, holding back a laugh. “basic shit, dude. your brain is the problem here.”

He scratches his head, smirking like he’s about to drop some next-level wisdom.

“powerhouse, huh? so… if mitochondria is the powerhouse, does that make me the power bottom? ’cause honestly, i’m running out of energy just thinking about this.”

You choke on your laugh. he’s already off to a terrible start and somehow has made it dirtier than the biology teacher probably intended.

“power bottom?” you say, eyes narrowing. “are you seriously turning cell organelles into your sex playlist?”

He shrugs, completely unapologetic. “hey, gotta keep it interesting. mitochondria’s got stamina, just like me.”

you roll your eyes so hard it feels like they might pop out. “you need help with actual homework, not your creepy-ass fantasies.”

he grins like a brat who just won a round. “oh, you’re helping. you’re gonna tutor me, and i’m gonna make it worth your while. biology and a show. deal?”

you blink. “i’m not signing up for your half-assed biology fuckery and your horny jokes.”

He winks. “too late, i’m already here.”

Ugh.

you try to focus but he’s leaning way too close, breath smelling like a mix of beer and bad decisions.

“so, mitochondria again— it’s like the battery, right? but what if the cell’s battery is low? does it need a recharge, or… can it just call me?”

“dude,” you snap, “put the damn homework down before you start asking if mitochondria has a dick.”

he laughs, shaking his head like he’s in his own private comedy club. “nah, but if it did, i bet it’d be massive and full of energy. probably the biggest organelle in the cell.”

you groan. “please, for the love of god, don’t make everything about dicks.”

he shrugs, voice dropping to a mock serious whisper. “biology is sex, babe. it’s all about reproduction, growth, and… fucking.”

“you’re impossible.”

he grins, clearly proud. “impossible to resist.”

you shove him playfully. “get your dumb ass back to the kitchen and let me study.”

“only if you promise to tutor me and let me use you as a reference,” he smirks, eyebrow raised.

you laugh, already knowing you’re fucked.

you slam the biology book on the desk, giving him the most serious look you can muster.

“alright, genius. mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. now, write that shit down before you forget it because i’m not repeating myself.”

he squints at the book like it’s written in ancient hieroglyphs. “powerhouse. power… house. does that mean the mitochondria throws ragers?”

you raise an eyebrow. “yeah, a rager where your dumbass finally learns some science.”

he snickers. “bet it invites the nucleus and the ribosomes. hey, does the nucleus wear the pants in this cell relationship?”

you groan, rubbing your temples. “please, stop anthropomorphizing cells like they’re your stupid roommates.”

“can’t help it, i’m just relating, you know?” he shrugs, then leans closer with that dumb grin. “so if mitochondria’s the powerhouse, can it power my dick too? ’cause sometimes it feels like it’s running on empty.”

you smack his arm. “stop talking about your dick and focus.”

he nods, pretending to be serious for a second before whispering, “but seriously, if my dick had a mitochondria, it’d be unstoppable.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i’m never letting you cheat on this homework.”

“no worries, babe, i’m all yours. mitochondria and all.”

Ew.

You roll your eyes again, pulling out a pen. “write ‘mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell’ ten times.”

“fuck,” he groans, “this is worse than leg day.”

you grin. “welcome to adulthood.”

he starts writing, but you catch him daydreaming, eyes glazed over, fingers twitching like he’s imagining something dirty.

“what are you thinking about now?” you ask, smirking.

he snaps out of it, cheeks pink. “uh, nothing! just… how much mitochondria you got powering you up, babe.”

“oh my god,” you laugh. “you are a lost cause.”

“yeah, but a sexy lost cause,” he says, smirking again, clearly enjoying himself.

you sit beside him, nudging him with your shoulder. “fine, but you’re finishing this before i let you near me tonight.”

“deal. but just so you know,” he leans in, voice low and lazy, “the only power i want tonight is you.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

“get back to homework, dickhead.”

“yes, ma’am,” he says, mock-saluting before picking up the pen again.

he’s hunched over the desk, tongue poking out like a damn cartoon character concentrating way too hard on the biology worksheet in front of him. the pages are already covered in messy scribbles, but every line looks like a toddler attacked it with a crayon.

“okay,” he mutters, “mitochondria… powerhouse of the cell… right?”

you peek over his shoulder and blink. “is that a ‘p’ or the start of a swear word?”

he snorts, “shut up, it’s hard to write with these big-ass hands.”

you lean in, eyes narrowing at the page. “and what the hell is this? powerhouse of the hell? you sure you’re not mixing up your biology with your fantasy?”

he grins sheepishly. “maybe i’m just telling it like it is.”

you laugh but grab the pen, fixing the letters. “write it properly, or you’re gonna fail for real.”

“fine, fine.” he tries again but then scratches his head and smirks. “hey, do you think the nucleus ever gets jealous it’s not the powerhouse? like, why do mitochondria get all the glory?”

you roll your eyes so hard you swear they’re gonna get stuck. “are you seriously making up cell drama right now?”

“hey, cells got feelings too,” he deadpans. “probably.”

he goes back to writing, but his penmanship is such a disaster you can barely read it. then he suddenly freezes, tapping the pen against his lips.

“wait, what’s this chlorophyll thing? green stuff, right?”

you nod. “yeah, it helps plants make food from sunlight.”

his eyes widen, and he leans back like he just discovered the meaning of life. “damn. so plants are basically tiny solar panels?”

you laugh so hard you almost spill your drink. “exactly.”

he grins, “see? i’m learning!”

but then he smirks devilishly and adds, “you know what else gets powered by sunlight? my dick. it’s solar-powered too, babe.”

you smack his arm. “stop. just… stop.”

he chuckles, biting his lip. “can’t help it, my brain’s stuck on sex.”

you lean closer, whispering, “maybe that’s why your handwriting’s so fucked up.”

“hey!” he protests. “it’s all part of my charm.”

you grin, shaking your head. “your charm is a disaster wrapped in abs.”

he winks. “and you love it.”

you watch him scribble more messy notes, your heart doing that annoying flutter because yeah..

Maybe he’s dumb as hell but he’s your, chaotic, horny mess and all of a roommate.. or a housemate more likely.

•••

His face is scrunched like he’s deciphering an ancient text instead of a simple biology worksheet.

His handwriting looks like a toddler attacked a spaghetti plate with a pen words barely legible, letters wildly inconsistent in size and shape.

“okay,” he groans, “so… the cell membrane is like a… what? a bouncer?”

you stare at him. “a bouncer? what the actual fuck?”

he grins, waving his hands around. “yeah! it lets the good stuff in and kicks the bad shit out. makes sense, right?”

you lean back, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “sure, if your cell was a shitty nightclub.”

he winks. “exactly. ‘cause you know i’m the bouncer of your heart.”

you roll your eyes but your lips twitch. “alright, fine, Mr. Bouncer, what’s next?”

he flips the page, scratching his head. “uhh… mitochondria… power… house… of…”

you lean over again and squint at the messy letters. “you wrote ‘powerhouse of the hell.’”

he shrugs, “yeah, biology’s hardcore.”

Goodness, he’s so fucking dumb. It’s like you’re losing your own brain cells.

you snap, “okay, listen here you dumbass if you get this right, I will fucking make out with you. no backing out.”

his eyes flick up like a kid who just got candy. “deal.”

you watch as he stares at the question like it’s a cryptic riddle. “mitochondria… is the… um… energy… club?”

you snort, “club? seriously?”

he nods proudly. “yeah! like the mitochondria’s the hottest club where all the energy parties happen.”

you burst out laughing. “jesus christ, you are hopeless.”

he grins, cheeks flushed. “hey, at least it’s memorable.”

you shake your head, trying not to melt because holy hell, the mix of his dumb ass and that stupid grin is somehow your kryptonite.

he leans back, flexing dramatically. “alright, smarty pants, your turn explain photosynthesis so i can copy it and pass.”

you smirk. “fine, but only if you say ‘photosynthesis’ in your sexy voice.”

he clears his throat and purrs, “photo-syn-the-sis.”

you giggle. “close enough.”

he starts copying your notes, but then stops suddenly, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. “you know, if i get a good grade on this, maybe you could give me a little extra credit…”

you raise an eyebrow. “oh yeah? and what’s that supposed to look like?”

he leans forward, voice dropping low, “like… maybe a reward involving your lips on mine.”

you smirk wickedly, “jesus, i’m supposed to tutor you, not get a boner.”

he laughs, “Hey, can’t help it, you’re a distraction.”

you shake your head, pretending to be annoyed, but secretly loving the whole damn mess. “okay, back to the stupid homework, you bumbler, or you’re gonna fail and lose that reward.”

he groans but gets back to scribbling, only to pause and say, “hey, can you teach me the biology of kissing next?”

you grin, “oh God, we are so doomed.”

•••

he’s hunched over the desk again, hair a total mess, hoodie pulled up like he’s ready for battle. for once, the pen’s actually moving, and you can see he’s trying— kinda but those smudges and crossed-out words tell the real story.

“okay,” he mutters, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth like he’s concentrating hard, “so… photosynthesis… plants take sunlight… and turn it into… food… or something.”

you bite back a laugh. “you’re so close, dumbass. it’s sugar, not food. plants make glucose.”

he nods, writing it down, but then pauses and grins like he just had a brilliant idea. “so… if i get this right, do i get to put my tongue inside your throat?”

WTF?

you stop mid-sentence, stare at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “excuse me? what the hell kind of motivation is that?”

he shrugs, cheeks pink. “i’m just saying, i’m a motivated student now.”

you snort, shaking your head. “okay, first lesson — keep your filthy mouth on the page, not on me.”

he grins wider, eyes sparkling with mischief. “no promises.”

you lean forward, smirking. “you really wanna learn? then prove it.”

he taps his pen on the paper, looking like he’s thinking hard, but you can tell his mind is racing between biology and imagining exactly how he’d do that tongue thing.

“alright,” he says slowly, “so photosynthesis happens in the chloroplasts, right? and… they use sunlight, water, and CO2 to make glucose and oxygen.”

you blink. “holy shit. that’s actually right.”

he beams like he just won the goddamn Nobel Prize. “see? motivated.”

you lean back, trying to hide the stupid smile creeping up your face. “fine. but don’t think this means you get to start practicing your tongue skills anytime soon.”

he pouts. “a girl can dream.”

you mock sigh, “jesus christ, you’re hopeless.”

he snickers, then suddenly leans in a little closer, voice low and teasing, “hey, maybe if i ace this, you could give me a private tutoring session… you know, to help me… practice.”

you roll your eyes but can’t deny the heat spreading through you. “fuck, you’re impossible.”

he grins like he knows exactly what he’s doing, and honestly?

you kinda love it.

he stares at the last question, fingers trembling like a damn kid on Christmas, then scribbles the answer with way too much confidence. “done.”

you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “let me see that.”

he hands over the paper like it’s a trophy, chest puffed out, eyes bright.

you skim it quickly, and holy shit, he actually got everything right.

“fuck,” you breathe, stunned. “you really did it.”

he stands, puffing his chest up like a damn peacock. “soooo… that means you owe me a kiss.”

you smirk, eyes narrowing. “roughly.”

he grins like he just won the world’s hottest prize, then lunges forward before you can second-guess yourself.

his lips hit yours hard and fast no fuckin hesitation, no gentle warning.

It’s chaotic, messy, like he’s trying to make up for every moment he’s been a pain in your ass.

his mouth is warm, teeth accidentally grazing yours and making you gasp.

“shit,” he mumbles against your lips, tongue darting out to swipe over the seam, hungry and a little desperate.

you pull back just enough to smirk, breath hot against his skin.

“wow, someone’s starved.”

he chuckles low, voice thick. “you have no idea.” he’s horny you will regret this.

his hands grip your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. his fingers dig in, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.

he’s rough, a little greedy— biting your bottom lip, then drags his teeth down your neck like it’s a goddamn battlefield.

But fuck, it feels so good. Too good.

you try to push him away, but honestly? you don’t want to. his sloppy, needy kiss is exactly the chaos you didn’t know you craved.

he pulls back just enough to breathe, forehead resting on yours, lips swollen and pink.

“that good?” he asks, voice ragged.

you smirk, brushing a thumb over his jaw. “yeah, dumbass. you just might be worth the homework help after all.”

he grins, eyes sparkling with all the filthy promises he hasn’t said yet.

“next question,” he says, “how about a second round?”

and just like that, you’re both drowning in the mess of him — the jokes, the chaos, the absolute, undeniable chemistry.

•••

You don’t even know how it escalated this fast.

One second he was holding up his tragic excuse of a biology worksheet— smudged ink, questionably phallic doodles on the margins, answers like

“probably bones n stuff” and the next, you were pushing him up against the couch, calling him the dumbest smart guy you’ve ever met.

And now?

Now he’s kissing you like he’s been starved.

“mhmm.”

His hands are everywhere— gripping your hips like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you, pressing you flush against him like he wants to merge bodies, like biology is this.

You gasp against his mouth when his teeth scrape just a little too rough on your bottom lip, and that’s when it happens.

That noise.

“Nghh yeah.”

A full-on, real, no-holding-back, filthy little moan that leaves his mouth before he even realizes it.

And the moment he does?

“Did you…” You pull back just slightly, blinking. “Did you just moan?”

He freezes. Wide-eyed.

Flushed.

Embarrassed but trying so hard not to show it.

“I— no, that wasn’t a moan,” he lies. Badly. “That was a uh… a groan. Like a manly groan. Like a victorious warrior finally conquering his greatest battle.”

You stare at him.

“In your biology homework?”

“Yes.”

He clears his throat, but it’s still scratchy from moaning. “I’ve unlocked the secret of life. And it’s your lips. Very educational.”

You snort— actually snort and push him back down on the couch. He lands with a dramatic oof and a hand still gripping your waist.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter, cheeks warm.

“And you,” he says, smirking up at you from below, “are contractually obligated to kiss me again because I solved a whole-ass worksheet. I even spelled mitochondria right.”

You squint. “Barely.”

“Still counts.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already leaning in again. Because his lips are soft, and he’s still looking at you like he’s half a second away from combusting, and fine— maybe he earned this.

Just this once.

Maybe.

(Probably not. But he doesn’t need to know that.)

[vetyr]

hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT

Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.

When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examples—I mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.

I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.

Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitation—there were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.

For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.

Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.

The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studies—there's literally no way around it—so you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forward—isn't that a fun prospect!!

It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.

I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skills—the other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).

Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)

[spiderwcd]

sense | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x medium ! f ! reader

summary: colby meets a new medium for their video, but he didn't expect to have a crush on her 

w.c.: 5.4k

warning(s): talk about paranormal, creepy activity, a lil steamy moment

a/n:  like sleep tight, the hauntings are made up and the story line does not exist. i do want to add that, i suck at writing a lot of like investigative stories so please don’t judge me. also I had requests for this type of story, ironically I was already working on it so hope you guys enjoy it

images from pinterest !

"Is anyone gonna join us?" Colby asked, packing his camera into his bag. 

"Actually, yeah, some girl that Celina referred from the home town," Sam replied. "She's supposed to be a medium." He added. 

The two guys finally we're going to investigate the infamous orphanage that is supposedly haunted by the spirits of the children that died. They had finally done the research and were ready to go investigate. 

"Cool, what's this girl's name?" Colby inquired. 

"Uhm, I think it's y/n?" Sam stopped to think, pulling out his phone. "Yeah, I texted her this morning letting her know we're going to catch a flight there, she's our ride." Sam chuckled, putting away his phone into his pocket. 

Colby let the name sit in his brain for a little, hoping to remember it later. It wasn't long before they were on their flight there. It was quite a while, editing and looking over their notes. 

When they landed, Sam kept searching for her face and Colby totally lost who they were supposed to look for. Sam's eyes soon lit up, recognizing her in the crowd. He waved at her, bringing her attention towards them. 

Colby finally noticed who they looked for, catching a glimpse of her. He felt his body heat up, flustered at her beauty. She was gorgeous, her hair running down her shoulders and her smile radiating through the crowds of people passing, he was surprised he didn't notice her earlier. She'd look like your typical medium, having a great style in all black, wearing an oversized band shirt, black sleeves underneath that hung over her jeans. 

"Hey guys!" Y/n greeted them, hugging Sam then moving over to Colby.

Colby felt his heart flutter and couldn't help but take her scent in, practically intoxicating. As she pulled away from her embrace, Colby couldn't help but feel disappointed. She offered them a smile and a hand with their luggage, but they declined the help. 

They moved their things into her car, ready for the trip over to their hotel. On the way there, she played music that practically matched Colby's taste. He felt as if he found his soulmate then and there. 

Sam kept asking her about herself and getting to know her. 

"So tell me, what type of medium are you?" Sam wondered. "If you don't mind me asking, of course." 

"It's okay, I like answering these, well, it's weird but I sorta have different types of abilities," Y/n began, steering the wheel. "I can let spirits communicate through me, so I'll channel them into my consciousness, letting them talk." She answered. 

"Other abilities? like what?" Colby asked, curious as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Well, I'm sure you have other mediums with my ability to see beyond what you guys can see," Y/n chuckled, amused at their curiosity. "I sort of have a heightened sense and I can see actual spirits walking around and hear whispers." 

"You know, I think you're the only medium we met who can just surrender themselves to let spirits talk through them." Sam chuckled. 

"Oh well I don't do it often, only with spirits I trust." Y/n added. 

As she finished her sentence, they had finally made their way to their hotel. It didn't take long before the three of them were inside the room, talking about random stuff. Colby couldn't help but watch her as she laughed and moved around the room. 

"What's so interesting about Nebraska?" Sam joked, starting a conversation. 

"If i'm being honest," Y/n sighed. "Nothing." She laughed. 

"Oh, that's great," Sam laughed back. "I don't want to get into the video already, but tell me, why is Nebraska so significant with orphanages?" He continued, pulling out his camera and beginning to record. 

"Well, do you guys know about the Orphan Train Movement?" She asked, leaning back on the bed she sat on. 

"No, never really heard of it." Colby replied, shaking his head. 

"Well, Nebraska is like the center of all the railways, so in the 1850's all the way until the 1920's, people would send orphans on the train from like the crowded East Coast cities into the midwest, mostly Nebraska," Y/n explained. "So, we used to have a lot of orphanages just like Haven Orphanage." She continued. 

"Really? that's really interesting." Sam commented, facing the camera towards her. 

"Yeah, again I don't really have much knowledge about it but that's what I know," Y/n corrected. "Hopefully the guide will explain it better." 

Y/n decided it's best if she lets them settle in, letting her also collect herself and prepare for their investigation. she said her goodbyes before leaving. She had to admit, she had a crush on Colby for a while. But she didn't want to feed her delusions and say he felt the same, telling herself he was probably being friendly. 

When she had left, Sam turned over to colby. 

"You so have a crush on her." Sam laughed. 

Colby turned red, covering his face, "Shut up." He muttered. 

"Hey, I just never seen you so quiet around a girl," Sam admitted. "Come on, you gonna make a move?" Sam enticed him.

Colby sighed for a second, looking at his best friend, "I-i don't know, she's only being nice, I don't want to embarrass myself and get rejected." 

"Really? Colby Brock getting rejected? Haven't seen that happen yet." Sam teased. 

Colby rolled his eyes, playfully. "Whatever, let’s just focus on this investigation for now." he averted the subject. 

Sam just gave him a look, as if it wasn't over just yet. He agreed to his friend's idea, pulling out his notes and taking more notes. 

Six o'clock came a lot earlier than they hoped, making their way to the orphanage. As they pulled into the building, they noticed y/n already waiting out front for them. Colby felt his heart beat a bit faster seeing her there. He examined her outfit and her demeanor, admiring her. 

They began making their way up towards the front doors, seeing the guide also there. It didn't take long for y/n to turn around and notice them, putting a smile on her face and her heart to melt a bit seeing colby. 

"What's up guys?" Y/n offered them a smile. "I was just talking to Morgan here about the building." She pointed towards the other woman. 

They greeted their guide, offering a warm greeting. They all introduced themselves, joking and laughing a bit. 

"Well, are you guys ready for the tour?" Morgan asked them. 

"Yeah, for sure lead the way." Sam nodded, following her. 

"Well this building was built in 1863, it was originally an orphanage named Haven Orphanage for Moved or Unwanted children," Morgan started, pointing towards the building. "It's said to be haunted, due to cruel conditions like overcrowding and shortage of supplies. The government didn't really want to pay for any orphanages, unfortunately causing it to be absolute hell for the children and staff." She continued, clasping her hands together. 

"Yeah, off the bat I already feel like some negative energy," Y/n motioned with her hands towards the building. "Like I feel a negative spirit lurking." 

"Yeah, so that you're feeling is Ruby," Morgan clarified. "She was one of the staff, she was very cruel to the children and it's rumored she sold her soul to the devil for the place to keep standing, but unfortunately she passed away from unknown causes." She continued. 

Everyone looked around, widened eyes painted on their faces. 

"Wow, okay so more demons." Sam chuckled.

"Well, it's not all bad energy," Morgan stopped him. "There's a lot of children spirits in here, they're rather playful and kind. But they do like to mess with you so don't get too scared from it." She added. 

"Wait, why am I kinda excited," y/n replied, covering her smile. "I never talked to children's spirits before." She admitted. 

"Well, it'll be a new experience for everyone then." Morgan chuckled, "Shall we start the tour then?" She suggested. 

The group agreed, making their way into the building. Immediately everyone looked around the place, noticing the different decor and admiring the ceilings. 

"So, as you can see, the building has a lot of character to it," Morgan pointed out. "But don't be fooled, there are a lot of dark corners of this building." 

Aas they went deeper into the hallway, they looked around seeing the admission office and different classrooms. 

"This was the classrooms, they would attend school here but the staff wasn't very kind," Morgan began. "A lot of the staff would use punishments that were unorthodox, like paddling which was spanking with a wooden paddle." She added. 

Colby looked over to Sam, "Maybe I should be punished." He whispered, causing y/n and Sam to laugh a bit. 

They soon wandered up the stairs, examining the stained glass on their way up. Y/n smiled as her eyes traveled around the beautiful structure, while Colby couldn’t help but watch her move and how beautiful she was. 

When they made their way up, they noticed the many bedrooms with bunk beds. As y/n began following the guide, she heard a loud metallic thump in one of the rooms. She jumped a bit, surprised by the sound. Unexpectedly, she jumped back into Colby's arms, causing her to become embarrassed. 

Colby's hands were wrapped around her for a moment before y/n, releasing her when she cleared her throat and looked down flustered. “Sorry, that just scared the shit out of me.” She muttered, placing a hand on her chest. 

“That's probably Billy,” Morgan mentioned, pointing towards one of the darkened rooms. “He likes to mess with tourists, he’s a prankster but he’s harmless.” She added. 

Y/n couldn't help but notice a small figure move out of her eyeline, causing her to swing her head towards the room. The guys followed her swift movements, examining the dark room. 

"Did you see something?" Colby asked her, looking back at her. 

Y/n tried focusing her eyes into the darkness, but nothing came up, "Could've sworn I saw something..." She whispered. 

As Sam pointed the camera towards the darkness, he zoomed into the room. "Well we definitely have to come back here for something," he commented. 

As they continued making their way further into the building, Colby couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was beautiful at every angle, he wanted to protect her from anything and everything. Y/n noticed his gaze, being a medium and all, and turned to him. Colby quickly averted his gaze off her, flustered yet again and awkwardly kept walking. 

Y/n blushes as well, trying to rationalize. She cleared her throat as she began making her way towards one of the bedrooms. 

"This was one of the girls' rooms," Morgan explained, pointing towards the different bedsheets of muted pinks and purples. "This doesn't have much activity besides a little girl who likes to sing from time to time, she's a rather sweet ghost." 

"Sam, this one should be your favorite," Colby teases, mentioning the Sallie house. 

Sam laughs, facing his friend, "I think I'm okay without another attachment." 

They all exchanged laughs as they averted their attention towards the sudden faint sounds of footsteps, followed by the rocking chair in the corner slowly creaking as it rocked back and forth. 

They went silent, looking at each other and back at the scene. But the chair just ceases its movements. 

"Okay, what the actual fuck." Colby whispered, covering his mouth in shock. 

Y/n felt a cold touch travel down her arm, as if someone swiped her arm. She looked around, trying to find the source. She felt a faint whisper in her ear, a name. 

"That was the little girl, her name is Beth if you would like to talk to her." Morgan suggested.

Y/n's jaw flew down, realizing what the name was. "You're kidding," she gasped. "I literally heard like a whisper or something with that name." She announced, crossing her arms as she felt the cold begin to engulf her. 

Sam and Colby turned to her, eyes widened in surprise. 

"Oh my god, maybe Beth wants to talk or something?" Sam considered, pointing the camera towards her direction. 

Y/n nodding, agreeing. She had experiences like this, but never this strong. She felt like her body was vibrating and buzzing with the constant movements and voices. 

"Are you okay?" Colby asked, furrowing his brows as he noticed her body shake. 

Y/n nodded slightly, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. "Yeah just there's so much happening right now, I keep hearing different types of voices and seeing figures around the corner of my eye." She mentioned. 

Colby's eyes washed over with concern, having the need to protect her. "Did you want to take a break or anything?" He asked her, worry coated in his voice. 

Y/n smiled at his empathy, "I'll be okay, just my body is buzzing a bit, but thank you." She breathed out, flustered at his concern. 

Before they knew it, they had made their way to the darkest part of the building. The basement was where supposedly a lot of the children died from cruel punishments, creating a lot of angry spirits. 

"Okay, so before we make our way around," Morgan began, turning back to the group of people. "There is a lot of negative energy here, they will try to hurt you. People always leave here with scratches and even have been pushed off the stairs going to the basement." She warned. 

The group felt tense, nervous about what comes next. When they entered the dimly lit room, they could barely navigate through the dark basement as they stayed close to each other. 

Y/n heard something fall, causing her to jump forward and instinctively grab the person's hand. That person being Colby. She blushed as she realized who it was, clearing her throat and mumbling an apology. 

"It's okay," Colby assured, smiling but she couldn't see it. "You can hold my hand if you want, I'm sorta shitting bricks right now too." He chuckled, stretching out his hand to her. 

She felt her heart skip a beat, hesitantly reaching for his hand. As she grabbed onto his hand, she felt her body rush with electricity. Y/n was glad that the room was too dark to see her flustered face. 

"Alright guys," Morgan sighed, stopping under a lightbulb. "This was where most of the children actually died." She mentioned. 

Y/n felt a wave of sadness coarse through her body, her lip beginning to quiver. Colby looked over to her, seeing the glisten of her tears. 

"Hey, you okay?" He asked her, his brows furrowed with worry. 

"Y-Yeah, I just felt this wave of sadness," she sniffled in response. "like I feel them telling me something so horrible happened to them." She added. 

Colby felt sad to see her cry, wanting to wipe her tears away. Instead he gripped onto her hand firmly, reassuring her. 

Morgan nodded at her comment, "It was actually gruesome," she began. "The kids would be punished here, starved, even beaten. A lot of that resulted in death." 

Everyone in the group frowned, so much remorse for the poor children's lives that were lost. 

"But," Morgan cut in. "Like I mentioned before, there is an adult spirit who haunts here, Ruby. It's rumored she was murdered down here or the other theory was she was pushed out of one of the windows." 

They thought for a moment, feeling a cold chill rush through them causing them to shiver for a bit. 

"Did you guys feel that?" Sam asked, pointing the camera towards them, ignoring their grasp on each other. 

The two nodded, their eyes darting throughout the basement. 

"Man, I don't like the vibe I'm getting here." Y/n whispered, trying to inch closer to Colby. 

Colby agreed, lacing his fingers through hers as he pulled her closer to his body. He felt so protective of her, wanting her to be safe. 

"Yeah, we don't want to be down here for too long," Morgan began making her way back to the exit. "People get seriously hurt here." She added, sternly. 

Y/n's eyes widened, looking up at Colby. He looked back once he noticed her glance and smiled as he guided her towards the exit. 

Once they exited the creepy basement, y/n let go as she thought Colby wouldn't want Sam to see their hold, causing Colby to become disappointed. 

Morgan led the group towards the front of the building, Y/n walking alongside with her as Sam and Colby hung behind them. 

"Dude, I saw you guys down there," Sam smirked, grabbing Colby's attention. "You know, holding hands," He teased. 

Colby rolled his eyes as he flustered at his best friend's teasing, "So what?" He murmured. 

"Admit it, you like her, don't you?" Sam asked, wiggling his brows slightly. 

This only caused Colby to get more embarrassed, looking away from his best friend. 

Sam only chuckled, reaching the doors to the building as they parted ways with Morgan. They thanked her, offering her farewells, and advice. 

As soon as Morgan left, the group looked at each other. Y/n tried to avoid her gaze on Colby, not wanting to seem desperate for his attention. 

"Alright, I think we should use the spirit box," Sam began, rummaging through his bag. "And I have some toys that might interest the kids." Sam added as he pulled out various children's toys and the infamous Alice box. 

"Okay, sounds good." Colby agreed, nodding with the plan. 

Y/n bit her lip, trying to figure out something she heard in the building. She figured it was nothing, brushing it off slightly. They began making their way back towards the doors they just exited, seeing the dark hallways stretch down. 

Y/n froze for a moment, her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. Soon, she started making her way towards the two who had already made it halfway down the hallway as they discussed plans. 

She tried to catch up to them, but stopped when she saw it. She stopped at the intersection of hallways, staring down the much larger hallway. 

Colby looked behind him, seeing y/n stuck in a trance like state. He made his way back to her, nudging her to see what's wrong. 

"Y-You guys don't see it don't you?" She whispered, her eyes glued on the other side of the barren hallway. 

Colby and Sam looked over to where she was staring, unable to locate the problem. 

"No, Y/n we only see the hallway." Colby shook his head, worry creeping into his skin. 

As Sam tried to begin his sentence, Y/n quickly cut him off. 

"Holy fuck, that thing just moved." Y/n whispered, her hands shaking a bit. 

"What? What did you see?" Sam asked, looking around the hallway. 

Y/n turned to the two, her eyes widened slightly. 

"Okay, as I was about to make my way towards you guys," y/n explained. "I stopped because I heard this whisper, almost telling me to come over here kinda. So I look down the hallway and I see this fucking thing, it was like tall and black and clothed with some weird black clothes, it kept staring at me even when you guys came over. Then it grinned and walked away." She elaborated, her voice beginning to shake as she covered her mouth a bit with her shaking hand. 

Sam and Colby look at each other for a moment, worried. 

"Yeah, okay so already a lot of shit is happening." Sam sighed, feeling a pressure build up in his chest. 

Colby nodded, licking his lips as he began to speak, "let's just get this investigation over with so we can leave," he suggested. "Are you okay to keep going?" He asked Y/n, his brows furrowed. 

Y/n nodded her head, exhaling a deep breath out. "Yeah, just that freaked me out but i'm sure it's nothing." She convinced herself. 

With that, the three made their way to one of the bedrooms, trying to contact one of the nicer spirits. 

"Okay guys, so we have the new Alice box," Sam pointed the camera to the machine. "It's like a spirit box, reading through channels and frequencies so the spirits talk through it." He explained. 

Y/n looked around the room a bit, examining the surroundings well. Colby couldn't help but stare at her face, watching as her eyes darted around. Y/n looked over to Colby's glance and Colby smiled a bit, causing her to blush yet again. She's lost track of how many times she caught him doing things that she keeps reading into. Clearly he's being friendly, but really how friendly?

"Okay let's ask some questions for the little girls that stay in this room." Sam began, clasping his hands after he turned on the small device.

"...hello?..." 

A female voice rang throughout the room, the echo bouncing off the walls. Y/n furrowed her brows, pulling out her notebook as she began to scribble words that came up in her mind. 

She stopped at the word, she looked down and thought of it for a moment. She noticed something, a pair of eyes on her notebook. But it wasn't a spirit, just colby snooping. She smiled a bit, turning her notebook over to Colby. 

He looked at her then lined the pieces of paper with the random ink on letters and drawings. As he read the words, suddenly the Alice box answered. 

"...chair..."

Colby's jaw hung open, looking over to Sam and the paper. Y/n's actions mimicking his. 

"Dude," y/n gasped, displaying her notebook to Sam and the camera. "I wrote that not even 2 minutes earlier, Colby saw it too." She explained. 

Sam’s mouth hung open a bit, shocked. "No fucking way." 

But before they could say anything else, the Alice box spoke again. 

"...girl..." 

"I mean, this is the girl's room." Y/n explained. The two guys nodded, still confused what the spirits are trying to say. 

"...man... hallway..." 

Y/n froze, goosebumps running down her body. "Oh my god, it's talking about that thing I saw." She whispered. 

"Do you know the thing that Y/n saw in that hallway?" Colby asked into the open air. 

The Alice box stayed silent for a moment, occasionally spewing random words that didn't make sense. But as they were about to turn it off, it spoke. 

"... can't say..." 

"Can't say? Why can't you say anything?" Y/n asked yet again, scribbling into her notebook. 

"...won't..." "...let us..." 

"He maybe has a hold on them," Sam suggested, rubbing his chin slightly. "It's possible it's a demon." He added. 

"...evil..." 

They looked at each other and didn't say anything for a moment, Y/n turning her notebook over to reveal the word written on the paper. evil. 

Then the rem pod near the door started going off, a chill running down Y/n's back as the room became cold.

"Okay, this is actually so freaky," Sam chuckled a bit, pointing the camera towards the door. "The rem pod went off after Y/n wrote evil AND the Alice box said evil." 

Y/n sat up, ears perking up a bit as she listened carefully to the air. "Okay, I don't know if it's just me, but the room went completely freezing, and I feel something negative in here." She blurted out. 

"Yeah, I feel the cold," Sam agreed. "Could it be that thing you saw earlier?" He inquired. 

Y/n shook her head, "No, that was like paralyzing fear," She noted. "This one.. it's just mad." She whispered out. 

Concern painted on Colby's expression, clearly reading her body language as uncomfortable. 

"Hey, maybe let's end it in this room," Colby proposed. "A lot more places to investigate." 

Sam nodded, reaching for the equipment as he turned it off. Y/n sat up, but quickly recoiled forward. Colby noticed it, confused. 

"You okay?" he asked, helping her stabilize herself. 

Y/n looked around as Colby held onto her arm. "Y-Yeah, just something pushed me," She answered. "like I was standing up, and I felt a shove on my upper back." 

The group quickly exited the room, making their way down to the basement. They were going to explore more of the place, but seeing how y/n kept being targeted clearly for her abilities they weren't comfortable making her go through it. 

The feeling of uneasiness returned, entering the frigid basement. The dim light still remained on, barely illuminating the space around them. 

"Alright guys, we're going to the basement," Sam mentioned into the camera, showing the dark room. "We're going to do the Estes method down here, Colby is going to do it today." he spun the camera towards Colby's direction, zooming into his face. 

"Wow, face of excitement right there." Y/n joked, causing Colby to break his monotone expression to light up with laughter. 

She felt her heart jump, hearing his laughter brightening her spirit up. She could listen to it all day if she could. Colby soon sat on the barren concrete floor, Y/n handing him the blindfold followed with the headphones. His hands brushing up against her, followed by a smirk on his face. 

She cleared her throat, backing away from him. 

"Alright Colby, can you hear us?" Sam asked, testing out the volume. Colby doesn't say anything, listening to the random static coming through the headphones. 

"Okay, whoever dwells in this basement, are you the supposed member of staff that passed away?" Sam questioned, awaiting Colby's answer. 

"Perhaps." Colby replied. 

"So it's a bit sassy." Y/n chuckled a bit followed by Sam's chuckles. 

"Well, is it true you did rituals to keep this place running?" Sam added. 

Colby stayed silent for a moment, trying to listen carefully to the voices ringing through. 

"Force." Colby blurted. "protect," he continued. 

They looked at each other, trying to decipher what was spoken. 

"What did you do to protect this building?" Y/n asked, furrowing her brows. 

"Colby." Colby said. "Crush." 

Sam looked over to y/n and smirked a bit, "I think it's speaking for you." 

Y/n smacked Sam playfully, a blush covering her face. 

"Kissing," Colby furrowed his brow under his mask. "Tree." 

Sam bursted into laughter, nearly dropping to the floor. Y/n covered her face with her hands, embarrassed. Colby, still oblivious to what's happening, is still spewing out words. Sam tapped him, alerting him to pull out of his trance. 

Colby removed his blindfold, followed by the headphones. He noticed Sam's laughter and Y/n's embarrassed face behind her hands. 

"What? What happened?" Colby asked, curious why Sam was practically rolling on the floor. 

Sam calmed down, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “It said kiss and then tree,” Sam coughed a bit. “It was teasing you.” He pointed towards Colby. 

Colby's face became warm, blushing until his face was red, “Yeah real funny, Sam.” Colby muttered with a sigh. 

Y/n cleared her throat, cheeks still flaming hot. "Well, let's just continue what we came here for." Y/n grumbled, her arms folded on her chest. 

Sam wiped his eyes, cooling down from his laughter. "Wow, that was too good."

Sam began making his way towards the stairs, leaving Y/n and Colby behind his trail.

"Sorry about him." Colby let out with a sigh, rubbing his neck. 

Y/n smiled up at him slightly, "I-Its okay, I know he's just teasing." She blushed. 

Colby simply nodded, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. It wasn't too long before they had explored the whole place, investigating where they could. But then the time to sleep in the actual building came, which y/n began overthinking about. She knew she agreed to sleep alone, but she was too scared after her encounter with that thing in the hallway. 

"Alright guys, it's time for us to split up and sleep in separate rooms," Sam urged. "We figured with the whole Y/n seeing the spirit in the hallway, we're going to sleep in rooms next to each other just to ensure safety." Sam explained. 

Y/n fiddled with her fingers slightly, anxiety beginning to heighten. She bit her lip as they began setting up camp in their rooms. She grabbed her sleeping bag, making their way towards one of the girl's rooms. her heart began beating against her chest as she sat on top of her sleeping bag, listening to every crack and noise around her. 

She rubbed her face, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. But then she heard a faint knocking on the window directly behind her. She just stared at the moonlight that illuminated through the glass in front of her. She quickly sat up, quickly walking towards the closed door. As she opened the door, Colby's chest pressed up against hers. She yelped as she got freighted by the unexpected visit. 

Y/n pressed her hand onto her chest, trying to calm herself down. "Holy shit Colby, you scared the fuck out of me!" She lightly slapped his chest. 

Colby chuckled a bit, trying to lighten up the mood, "Sorry, I couldn't sleep, plus I knew this was your first time staying alone in a haunted place so I wanted to keep you some company." He admitted. 

Y/n felt her heart softly flutter, touched by his gesture, "Yeah, I sorta kept hearing things, I was gonna go to you." She confessed. 

Colby smiled, glad she found comfort in his presence, "Mind if I sleep in the same room as you then?" He requested. 

"Not at all," Y/n quickly replied, walking back to her sleeping bag onto the floor. Colby followed, his pillow and sleeping bag in his hands. "I wonder if Sam is shitting himself alone." She chuckled as she hugged her knees close to her chest. 

Colby sat next to her as he laid out his temporary bed, chuckling at the comment, "He'll be fine," He waved off, "After he laughed at us,he can sleep by himself." 

Y/n laughed a bit, looking down towards the floor. Colby couldn't help but stare at her, admiring her features in the moonlight. She noticed his gaze, moving her attention back towards him. 

"W-What?" She asked him, confused. 

"Nothing," Colby shrugged. "You're just really beautiful." He whispered. 

She flustered as she looked away as her cheeks painted with a deep color, "Oh, stop it." She muttered, playing with her fingernails. 

Colby's fingers landed on her jaw, moving her to face back towards him. She looked up into his eyes, seeming to get pulled closer towards him. 

"Well, it's true," He added, but couldn't help but lean towards her lips as his eyes kept glancing to her eyes and back to her lips. "I couldn't stop staring at you all day," he revealed. 

She felt her body heat up, unknowingly pressing closer to him. "Well, maybe I knew," She replied, feeling his hand on top of hers. "Maybe I was staring too." 

With that, Colby's lips landed on her. She gladly accepted as her lips pieced together perfectly. Colby's hand laced with hers, like previously that night. He lightly held her face, his thumb rubbing her cheek.

But soon, Colby pulled away, leaving them panting as they rested each other's forehead on one another. Y/n couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, causing Colby to wonder. 

"What?" He wondered. 

"Nothing," She added, rubbing her thumb on his hand. "Just, there were at least three little girls in here giggling." She confessed. 

Colby let out a laugh, pulling away as he looked around the room, "Well, you guys should give us some space." He announced into the room. 

The next morning, the sun began to shine through their window. The rays of light hitting their eyes, causing their eyes to flutter open. Y/n was the first one to notice him, seeing his wide smile on his face. Sam pointed the camera at the two, giggling as he noticed her to wake up. 

Y/n looked over next to her, noticing the boy clung onto her as he laid onto her chest. She threw her pillow towards Sam, causing him to laugh loudly which woke up Colby. Colby rubbed his eyes, adjusting his vision to the bright room. 

"What the-." Colby grumbled, looking up towards y/n's tired face. 

"Dude, how long have you guys been cuddling?" Sam exclaimed, putting away the camera. 

"Shut up sam." Colby muttered, his head landing onto his pillow. y/n sat up, covering her face. 

"Sam, it's too early for this, can you please leave us alone." Y/n groaned.

"Fine, fine I'll let you love birds be." Sam teased, wiggling his brows a bit before he shut the door behind him as he left. 

Y/n looked over to Colby who was laying on his side. She smiled a bit, still exhausted. He returned the smile, still amazed by her beauty. 

"Does this mean you'd go out with me? or do you already know that I was gonna ask you out?" He finally asked. 

Y/n chuckled dryly, "Colby, I’m a medium, not psychic," She rolled her eyes playfully. "But yes, I will go out with you."

[apalapucian]

i need more lily in green because it brings out her eyes and it makes james go 😯 also hi i'm drawing again yay! process-ish below

(also: my reference was a really grainy icon edit of ive's wonyoung that i found on pinterest but i lost it and i can't find it anymore sorry! i have the local file tho and i can send upon request)

[tomoless]

I’m so giddy seeing all the new The Batman content being made since the Superman trailer came out (ﾉ´∀｀*)

(Sorry for the horrible quality reference photo 😭 I found it on Pinterest and lost it so all I have is a picture of it on another screen LMAO)

[shuaasumii]

“Lost and Found”

your husband hoshi, and your son dohyun, are appalled by the absence of their favorite stuffed tiger, yoshi.

PAIRING: dad!hoshi x mom!reader

GENRE: fluff, crack (not really)

WARNINGS: none!

TAGS: hoshi is quite attached to a Tiger plush (when is he not)

A/N: ik i was supposed to finish wonwoo’s fic first according to the poll i posted, but i genuinely have no motivation to finish it. anyways, pictures above are from pinterest!

“babeee,” your husband whined from upstairs. you yelled back with a ‘yes hoshi’ curious about what he was whining about.

“we need you,” hoshi answered referring to him and his son. “it’s urgent,” he added slightly in a state of panic.

with a sigh, you closed the book you were reading and made your way to the staircase. walking into your toddler’s room, you found hoshi seated in the middle of the carpet. legs spread wide and your two year old dohyun, sitting on his thigh. your eyes scanned over the two boys making sure neither of them were hurt (they weren’t).

“what happened this time?” you questioned.

hoshi took a deep breath and then said, “yoshi is missing.” your husband was referring to dohyun’s tiger stuffed animal, which for some odd reason they both cherished very much.

“you can’t find yoshi?” you asked sitting down in front of the man.

“we looked everywhere and we can’t find him” hoshi rambled, “this is causing dohyunie a lot of distress.”

you inhaled through your nose, “are you sure you’re not the one in distress babe?”

“um no. i’m just concerned for my son who’s missing his emotional support animal,” he answered in the most unconvincing way possible.

you sigh, “where was yoshi last seen?” you asked almost as if you were a detective. hoshi gestures to dohyun to tell you where yoshi was seen last.

“in my bed mama,” the toddler points a finger in the direction of his bed.

with your eyes, you follow dohyun’s finger to his bed and notice that the plush was indeed no longer on his bed. “and you’re sure yoshi’s not in this room?”

“so sure babe. we’ve looked everywhere i swear!” hoshi insists.

“okay than he’s probably somewhere around the house. c’mon let’s go look for him.” you tell the boys, grabbing ahold of your son’s tiny hand.

it was like a treasure hunt, the three of you marching around the house as the treasure hunters, and yoshi being the treasure itself. thoroughly checking every room in your home, the animal was nowhere to be found. the living room? nothing. the kitchen? empty. the office? nada! it was truly like yoshi disappeared in thin air.

“wait,” you look at your boys, who seemed worn out from all the hunting. “we haven’t checked the laundry room yet. it has to be in there.”

“oh my god,” he says. “your right yoshi must be in there!” hoshi runs to the room which yoshi should be hiding in, completely leaving you and your son behind.

rolling your eyes at him, you lift dohyun into your arms and make your way to the room. catching up to your husband, you see him standing in the doorway looking absolutely stunned. wanting to see for yourself, you peer into the laundry room. low and behold, yoshi was indeed in the room. but the thing is, he was in possession of latte, your dog. the stuffed animal was perched right next to latte in his dog bed.

“kwon latte! you naughty dog! how could you take dohyunie’s yoshi?” your husband scolded the puppy, snatching the stuffy back. he handed yoshi back to the two year old in your arms, who seemed completely unfazed by the situation.

then picking up latte, “latte, if you wanted a stuffed animal like dohyun, you could’ve just asked me.”

[k4marina]

— ii. Dragon Rider || Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: a new routine in a new world

warnings: idek lol. unedited and not properly read (i kept falling asleep lmao)

series masterlist || next part

~ 2.5k word count.

game of thrones x modern!fem!reader

[gif found on pinterest]

Never in my life have I regretted anything more than I did now. 

“Me and my big fucking mouth,” I grunted, getting up from the ground and dusting my leather pants. Gray Worm looks at me with a slightly amused expression. Of course he would, he just dropped me onto my ass for the fifth time today. 

It had been almost two weeks after the Small Council meeting. There had been a few more since then, but no major topics were discussed, other than Varys begrudgingly backing what I had said about Cersie having scorpions when asked if his little birds had any news. The new armor and weapons for the Unsullied are also being made. After a few talks with Daenerys, Gray Worm, a few Unsullied commanders, and I, the new armor design was decided on. Surprisingly the Unsullied were very artistic people and had great ideas. 

And, within the past two weeks, I’ve been tortured everyday, my limbs aching all the time, threatening to fall off. Everyday, I’ve been woken up at four in the morning for my sword lessons with Gray Worm for five hours a day. When I said I wanted to learn, I didn’t mean I wanted to train to be the world's best swordsman of all time. 

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I say towards him, wiping away the sweat on my face. 

“I have no idea to what you are referring to, My Lady.” Gray Worm says, feigning innocence. 

“You can’t call me ‘My Lady’ and then drop me on my ass for the fifth time.” I pointed out. 

Gray Worm smiled and got into a fighting stance and I mirrored. “Your defense has gotten better; however, your strength and stamina is lacking.” 

He gave the signal and charged towards me, going to swing towards my left. I sidestepped and blocked the hit with my sword before knocking it back. This time, I went for the attack, but Gray Worm expertly blocked me and knocked the sword out of my hand. The sword clattered against the stone ground, landing a few feet away from me.

“Maybe it’s best we stop for today.” He says, picking up the sword and placing it back onto the rack. I let out a sigh of relief and walked over to the inches, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat away from my face and neck. 

“Be honest,” I said, turning towards him. “Am I a lost cause?” 

He snorts out a laugh and shakes his head. “Apologies, My Lady.” Once he’d composed himself he answered, “No, I do not believe you are a ‘lost cause’. It may seem difficult now, but it will get easier later on.” 

“Wow, wise words,” I said sarcastically, taking a swig of water from the canteen. “They should call you ‘Gray Worm the Wise’.” 

“I’m pleased that you think I am someone with wisdom.” He says, giving a small bow, making me chuckle. 

After the lessons, I took a bath in my room, this time with the help of the servants. The first few days I would have them leave so I could bathe myself, but I guess over the days it just naturally happened. Once bathed and dressed in a white dress with gold embroidery and pearl beads before I made my way to the hall to have breakfast with Daenerys. 

Not only was it a good way for us to get to know one another (mainly her learning about me) as well as discussing future events and how we would maneuver through it. However, not all of it. I had made the decision to not tell her about Jon Snow or the White Walkers, I think that’s something she should organically go through. All she knows about Jon is that he’s the King in the North is Jon Snow, Ned Stark's “bastard” and the former Nights Watch Lord Commander who came back from the dead.  

The doors to the hall were swung open for me and I walked in, spotting Daenerys at the head of the table, looking through some documents. The sound of the doors closing, snapped her out of her thoughts. When she saw me she smiled, which I returned. 

“What did I say about bringing work to the dining table,” I lightly scolded. She gave me a sheepish look and protested, “it can’t be helped, it's important work. As Queen I’m expected to do this and more.” 

I walked over to her, carefully taking the documents and setting them off to the side. “Dany, you’ve been a Queen since you married Khal Drogo. You need to step back and take some time to just be Daenerys. Otherwise you’ll grow overworked.” 

“Alright, alright. If you’re so sure.” She nodded towards the servants to begin serving the food. Like always, an array of food was laid out for us to eat. We both began to eat, making small talk and updating each other with any new updates. 

“Gray Worm has been telling me that you’re quite exceptional with a sword,” She teased. 

I playfully rolled my eyes, groaning, “not you too.” She let out a laugh, teasing me some more. “What? He says you’re a fast learner. He says he’s never seen someone land on their arse five times in a row.” 

“Right, that’s it.” I huffed. “I’m running away.” 

Daenerys laughed some more and I tried to hide my smile. Truthfully, she reminded me of my younger cousin in Volantis, Mera. Both of them had a heart of gold and an innocent child-like soul deep down. 

“The servants told me that you refused to have your hair braided.” Daenerys points out. She’s not wrong. Instead of braiding my hair I opted to leave it in a ponytail or let it down. 

“Well, I haven’t won any battles.” I said. “Each one of your braids represents a battle won, I haven’t won anything.”

“So if you win you’ll braid your hair?” 

“Sure, why not. Why? Do you not want me to?”

“No, no. Actually, I would quite like that.” She smiled. 

I eyed her suspiciously, “don’t tell me you’re planning on putting me in the frontlines.” 

She shrugged. “Maybe. Your lessons with Gray Worm are going well. Who knows, by the time we’re ready for war you’ll be a master swordsman –or rather swordswoman.”

The rest of the breakfast went fine. Daenerys and I decided to take a stroll around the castle ground claiming she has something to show me. She dropped off the papers in her office before taking me through the back of the castle to the open fields in the back. The wind swept by us, carrying the saltiness of the ocean and the fresh scent of grass. 

“Where are we going?” I asked as she led me deeper into the field. 

“I just wanted to show you something. They’re right over there.” 

We stood atop a hill and at the foot of the hill on the other side resting were Daenerys’ dragons. I felt my heart stop. No way. What the actual fuck. My mouth ran dry as I looked over the three dragons. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion, all in their full glory. I looked over to Daenerys who was already looking towards me. 

“You’re serious?” I ask. She smiles and nods. “What if they don’t like me and decide to eat me?” 

Daenerys laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “They will do none of that sort, I swear. I have a strong feeling that they will like you.” 

Carefully she led me closer to the three dragons. With every step they just grew more and more. They towered over the two of us and stood with immense power. And to think that these three are just a small fraction of the size of Balerion and the rest of the Targaryen fleet. 

We stood a few feet away but I could still feel the heat that they emitted from their bodies. Their majestic eyes that were probably the size of my head watched me carefully. Shiny scales adorned their bodies that looked to be about the size of my hand or bigger. Their one claw nail was the same size as my limbs. 

Holy fuck was this crazy. I’d read about these dragons and even saw a few drawings made by people who’d seen them in textbooks, but being this up close and personal with them was a whole other experience. 

Oddly enough, for such dangerous creatures, they seemed to emit a sense of calm. 

“You feel it too?” Daenerys eyes my reactions to the dragons. “Their calm.” 

I nodded. “I thought my heart would be doing somersaults in my chest, but it’s not.” After the initial shock, I felt my body relax. 

“They’re so beautiful.” I said to no one in particular. 

We hung around them for some time, allowing me to get used to their presence while Daenerys told me stories about her and her dragons. 

I looked over the dragons. Drogon, named after Daenerys’ husband Khal Drogo. Rhaegal, named after Rhaegar the Dragon Prince. Viserion, named after Viserys the Beggar King. 

Daenerys followed my gaze to the cream and gold scales dragon that laid on the grass alongside his brothers. Viserion and Rhaegal seemed to play fight while Drogon watched. 

“Despite their playful nature, those two are the oldest.” 

“What? 

The dragons carefully made their way over to where we stood. Drogon moved towards Daenerys, moving his tail around her as if giving her a hug. Rhaegal moved around behind us, opting to lounge. Viserion, however, moved closer to me. His green eyes bore into mine, as if it was trying to communicate with me. 

He brought his face closer to me, like a dog wanting to be pet. I glanced back at Daenerys who nodded. 

Viserion tilts his head when I carefully bring my hand up to stroke his gold and cream scales. A deep purr comes from him, nearly startling me. He nuzzles his head into my palm and purrs some more. It wasn’t like a cat's purr, more like a deep bass. 

“Would you like to fly him?” Daenerys asks. 

“Yes,” I replied without a thought, too entranced at the dragon in front of me. 

She moves around Drogo, standing to the side of him. 

“Stand like this,” she says. “This is what I find the easiest.” 

I mimic her stance, standing besides Viserion. Drogon crouched down and Daenerys carefully stepped up, using his scales and spikes to seat herself atop the dragon. 

I copied her, being careful to not hurt Viserion (not that I’d be able to) and sat myself on top of the gold dragon. It was uncomfortable, almost like riding a really large horse with spikes and scales. How Daenerys was able to ride her dragons without a saddle or harness was beyond me. 

My hands gripped onto the spikes on Viserions back, holding on tightly as the gold dragon began to shift around from a crouched position to fully stand. My hands gripped onto him tighter as I tried not to fall off. I peaked over its massive body to see that Viserion was getting ready to take off. 

“W-wait!” I looked towards Daenerys who was watching from atop Drogon. “Why is it taking off? What do I do?” Panic filled my voice. 

There was no way in seven hells that she thinks that I can fly, right? 

“Hold on!” She grins just as Drogon takes off into the sky. VIserion gets ready and I can already feel myself slipping off. He takes off just as I adjust my position, hunching down and tightening my grip onto his spikes. 

Wind rushes past my ears and my hair flows all over the place. Instinctively, I closed my eyes while Viserion flew in the air. I could hear Daenerys call for me from across the sky. 

“Open your eyes!” She says. “You’ll be safe, I promise.” 

Carefully, I opened them. It was brighter up in the sky than on the ground and had a lot less clouds. I could hear the, surprisingly, gentle flaps of Viserions wings. I cautiously looked down, seeing that we were miles off the ground, so far up that we could see Dragonstone Island and I could feel my stomach start to buzz. 

“Don’t look down,” I look up to see Daenerys. “When it was my first time I was terrified, as well, but you cannot let your fear control you or else it will transfer to your dragon.” 

I nodded, taking in her words and sitting up straight with confidence. Despite still feeling uneasy I managed to get my grip on things (literally). Daenerys’ words rung in my ears. 

“Your dragon,” 

I’d read of Dragons bonding with non-Targaryens or non-Valyrians, case and point being Hugh Hammer riding Vermithor during the Dance of Dragons. But it would make sense if I could bond with Viserion in light of recent findings. 

“Alright, let’s see what we can do.” I said to Viserion and I. 

—

Daenerys and I spent the rest of the day riding our dragons. It was challenging, especially the part where you literally have to hold onto for dear life, but rewarding in the end. 

In the end Viserion and I had truly bonded. He would know what I was thinking or how I was feeling without even saying a word to him. At first I thought it was just the two of us getting the hang of each other, but Daenerys explained that this was what she and Drogon felt. It was hard to believe that I was a Dragon Rider. But then again, this past week has shown that anything could be possible. 

Getting off the Dragons was harder than getting on, my dress snagging on its scales, but not ripping entirely. 

“I can help you with your riding,” Daenerys says as we walk back into the castle. 

“I’d like that.” I replied. “I’m sure we can find books in the libraries that can help us too.” 

“Have you uncovered anything else?” She asks, expectantly. 

I shook my head. “Nothing of significance. I’ll keep reading and let you in on my findings.” 

We split off so we could clean ourselves up and get ready for dinner. The bathtub was already ready for me when I entered the room. I pulled off my dress and sunk into the steaming hot water. The tension in my shoulders loosened and I dipped my head back to rest on the edge of the bathtub. 

The weight of my necklace lay heavy on my chest, a firm reminder of my… predicament. I tried not to think about it all, otherwise I’d just spiral into some rabbit hole. Some days I wonder if it’s all some sort of dream. A long, vivid dream that I can't wake up from. A knot pulls at my chest, and my throat closes. My eyes flicker up to the ceiling, tears threatening to fall. I took a deep breath, the only thing I can do is take everything in day by day.

And then I fully submerged myself into the water.

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This is pure fluff:

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Lost and Found

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google except for bottom right, that pretty girl is all mine.♥️

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None, really. Pure fluff, maybe a swear word or two? I can’t remember because I wrote it before I left on my vacation. Oh and mentions of Billy growing up in the system.

Word Count: 1.8K-ish

Summary: The phone call you were hoping to receive, finally came. The man on the other end called to tell you he found your dog.

A/N: Like I said, I used my own pretty handful as inspiration for this one. Her name is actually Lady and she is such a pretty girl and I hope you like it!

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The silvery voice on the other end of the phone sounded incredibly sexy, the hint of a New York accent peeked out at times during your conversation, and if you had to guess, you swore he was smiling on the other end of the phone.

But that was secondary to the words you had been waiting to hear for a few weeks now, “Hi, is this y/n? I found your dog.”

You nearly dropped the phone you were so excited and relievedthat someone had found her. She had been missing for about three weeks and every single minute that she’d been gone had been agony for you.

Lady was your rescue pitbull. You’ve had her for about a year and a half, she was dark brown brindle, almost black, and white, and she was just the sweetest dog you’ve ever met. All she wanted was for people to pet her and rub her belly.

Her harness gave out while you were walking her in the park. A squirrel darted out in front of her and she started to pull, the hook on her harness broke and she started chasing after it. Calling out after her was useless, no one even offered to help you capture her and before you could call her name again, she was gone.

The walk back to your apartment was somber, your heart was broken, and you hated to think it but you weren’t sure you would ever see her again. The rest of that day was spent searching high and low for her until the sun had gone down. New York was a big city and it was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

“Her tag made me chuckle.” He had told you, referring to her name tag with the phrase “If found, please call my mom.” And on the other side, it said “Her name is y/n and she’s probably freaking out.” And on the bottom of the tag was your phone number.

“Is she ok?!” You asked.

His calm, soothing tone eased the tension throughout your body as he replied, “She’s fine, y/n. When I found her, I took her to the closest vet’s office to make sure and they said other than being a little hungry, she’s ok.”

“Thank you, so, so much Misterrrrrr?” You asked.

He replied, “Russo…Billy Russo. Please, call me Billy.”

“Well…Billy, thank you again. And just let me know when and where I can pick her up. I’ll meet you wherever and whenever you need me to. And if she’s given you any trouble, I apologize.” You said, eagerly.

You could tell he was smiling on the other side as he replied, “Ah no, she hasn’t been any trouble. Have you, girl?”

You thanked him again and suggested meeting him at a nearby coffee house where they had outside tables. He agreed to meet you after he was done with work.

That confused you a little so you asked him, “Oh, she’s with you? I could have sworn you said you were at work?”

Billy let out a little laugh.

“I own the company, y/n. I can do whatever I want. Everyone loves her, by the way. They’ll be disappointed that I had to give her back.” He said.

“Well, maybe she can visit you sometime. She is a very sweet dog. I’ll see you soon, Billy.” You said shyly.

You could not wait to get Lady back but you were also very curious as to what her rescuer looked like.

**********

The late afternoon sun warmed the high points of your face as you sat with your coffee and waited patiently for Billy to bring Lady to you. He described himself as tall with dark hair and dark brown eyes and that he would be wearing a suit but then he realized that you would recognize your own dog so it really didn’t matter what he looked like which made you laugh.

Suddenly, a little ball of muscle barreled into your ankles. You were thankful that you were sitting down, otherwise Lady would have knocked you off of your feet and she nearly made you spill your coffee.

Then you heard that voice again behind you.

“Sorry, she must have smelled you or something. I didn’t have a good grip on the leash and she took off on me.” Said Billy.

Lady gave you all the kisses, all the tail wags and she was so excited to see you.

“Yes…hello!! I missed you too! I’m so happy you’re safe! How’s my little house hippo?!! I hope you were a good girl.” You said excitedly as tears stung the back of your eyes.

Turning your head slightly, you immediately had butterflies in your stomach when you saw Billy. He had failed to mention how handsome he was with his tall slender build, well-groomed beard, and his onyx colored eyes that shined like two flat black marbles.

Billy extended his hand for you to shake.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” Billy said with a warm smile.

You had never seen a more perfect smile and you suddenly felt weak in the knees when you stood up to shake his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Billy. Please, sit. Lemme get you some coffee, let me guess…black with one sugar?” You asked.

“Seriously, how did you know that?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“I dunno, guessing people’s coffee orders is a gift I have. I’ll be right back. Lady, you stay with Billy.” You said.

After the excitement died down, Lady fell asleep at your feet while you and Billy chatted for a little while about how he ended up finding Lady or more like how she found him.

Billy said she must have been hiding because after he walked past an alley, he felt something against his pant leg. When he turned around, he saw her sniffing the bottom of his pants.

“I looked around for an owner, asked people walking by if she was their dog and when they said no, I looked at her tags. I didn’t even have to bribe her with any food, she just followed me all the way home.” He said with a warm smile.

The two of you talked for awhile…about everything. He told you about the kind of work he does and how he used to be in the marines which it sounded like he missed a little.

“Your parents must be proud.” You said.

Billy recoiled slightly and replied, “Ah, I grew up in the system. I’m…an orphan.”

Your heart suddenly sank into your stomach and you felt like a complete asshole.

“Oh, Billy. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have just assumed…” You said, completely mortified.

Still with a smile on his face, he shook his head and said, “Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s ok, sweetheart. It was a long time ago.”

You did worry though. The slight bitterness in his voice and the tightness in his jaw told you that thinking and talking about itwas still painful for him. You wondered if that was the reason Lady attached herself to Billy.

She was an orphan too, abandoned twice by two different families before you adopted her and brought her to her forever home. Just from Billy’s tone, if you had to guess, it sounded like he remained in the group home until he aged out but it didn’t feel right asking about it.

Then you remembered that Billy had taken Lady to the vet and wanted to pay him for doing that because he didn’t have to.

“Billy, please let me pay you back for taking her the vet. That must have been a chore, she hates going there. You really didn’t have to do that.” You said.

He refused.

Shaking his head, he replied, “No, no, please y/n. I just wanted to make sure she was ok. I don’t want your money and besides, I’m having a nice time on this date.”

Your voice was dripping with sarcasm when you replied, “Wait…is this a date?”

Billy froze and didn’t really know how to respond. All he could manage was a slight smile but before he could say anything, you broke the awkward silence.

“I’m just messing with you, Billy. I’m having a nice time too.” You said with your lips curling up into a wide smile.

A confident yet devilish smile stretched across his lips as he leaned in a little closer. Clenching your thighs together, you couldn’t remember the last time you were THAT turned on by just a smile. You almost wanted to thank Lady for getting herself lost…almost.

“How ‘bout I take you out on a real date? Lady will have to stay home though.” He said.

Lady picked her head up off of the pavement as soon as she heard her name, her ears perked up, and her tail started to whip back and forth. She stood up and moved closer to Billy, gently pawing at his pant leg.

All the dogs you’ve had before, they always were a good judge of character, they knew if you were a good person or not, and you could tell she just adored Billy.

“She knows you’re talking about her.” You said. “She’ll take her payment in the form of a belly rub.”

“Your owner has to say yes first, then you can have a belly rub.” He said, scratching her ear but not taking his gaze away from you.

Billy was a very smooth talker, sexy, hard to resist, and you didn’t want to resist but you had to refrain from appearing too eager. The man was incredibly flirtatious and persuasive although you didn’t need a lot of convincing to let the most handsome man you’ve ever encountered take you out on a date plus he just seemed…nice.

Lady looked over at you like she understood every word that came out of Billy’s mouth, waiting for you to answer him so she could have her belly rub.

“Do you always catch what you chase after, Billy?” You asked, softly.

Billy leaned in so close that you were sharing the same air, you could feel his breath against your eyelashes, and your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest. You could practically hear the beating of your heart as his lips ghosted over yours and warmth spread across your chest.

“Usually. Luckily, I didn’t have to chase after this pretty girl. Her pretty owner is a little bit more challenging. You didn’t answer my question.” He purred in your ear just before Lady rested her paws on the table and licked Billy right on the nose.

You bit down on your lower lip to try and keep you from laughing but it didn’t work.

“La-dy! No ma’am, you’re not supposed to be on the table! Get down.” You scolded her, gently.

Gazing into his liquid brown eyes, you said, “Seems like she has a crush on you, Mr. Russo.”

“Is she the only one?” He whispered.

You shook your head.

“No…she’s not, I’d love to go out on a date with you, Billy.” You said.

Billy tucked a stray hair behind your ear and replied, “I’m really glad Lady chose me.”

You could feel yourself blushing as you said softly, “I am too.”

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Darksiders Oneshot (Using a quote as a prompt) 3

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Oneshot 2 (which can technically be considered a prequel to this one)

“Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.”

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Egads! You were such a sap!

The Apocalypse had both given you and made you into many things. A swordsman, a sniper, nightmare-prone. Some new friends, many enemies and a crippling fear of being alone. These things could be expected, sure enough, given the nature of such an event. But you certainly never expected to find - oh, dare you say it? Love. That’s what you found. With an angel no less. 

Your love for this man turned you into a sentimental fool with glittery mush for guts. Why else would you be using a colourful set of inks you scrounged from the ruins of an art shop to painstakingly copy up and illustrate the lyrics of a love song? Not just any love song but an old one in your native language, illustrated using your country's traditional art style. 

You really had gone all out. You had written up a translation and even toyed with the idea of translating it into Angelic. After two months of drafting and redrafting it was almost complete. 

Gods, you were so excited to present it to him during your next trip to the White City. The mere thought made your heart feel as if it was going to burst. It had to be as close to perfect as you could get it, after all, Azrael deserved the best of the best. 

Ah, Azrael. It wasn’t just about the song. To you it was a milestone. An extension of trust. For the longest time you had always done your best to dodge and deflect his questions about Humans and Earth. The way he phrased them made you feel like a science project or a zoo exhibit and, in light of recent events, such a topic made you feel miserable as you contemplated all that was lost. 

But soon things would be different. It was time to open up  and what better place to start than with your own culture? Your mind raced with all the things you could tell him, all the pathways to explore. Hopefully you won't cry too much.

You were jolted out of your lovestruck state when a hand clapped down on your shoulder. It was so unexpected that you panicked and began to reach for a weapon before remembering where you were. Of course, in this new world of constant vigilance and paranoia, no threat would be able to get within 3 miles of the Bastion without the alarm being raised. It was a nice kernel of safety to cling to. 

The hand belonged to Sabine, your apocalyptically bestowed best friend and decidedly not a threat. You offered an apologetic smile and she snickered but didn’t acknowledge your fright. There was no point really. Not a day went by where someone wasn’t startled by a loud noise or unexpected touch. Not a night went by where the solemn silence of the sleeping quarters wasn’t shattered by the screams, wails and sobs of those haunted by the most blood-curdling memories. If every instance of this was acknowledged then no one would talk about anything else.

Once Sabine saw that you had recovered from your scare she cheerfully pointed finger guns at you and said, “you’re up!” She fired each imaginary gun in turn, complete with sound effects and all. 

You knew exactly what she was referring to - watch duty. A task in which all adults of sound-ish physical and mental health were obliged to participate. Each day was divided into six hour shifts and everyone listed on the rota had to complete at least one per day. It was a very tedious and mentally labourious task, at times it was difficult to stay alert for the full duration of the shift.

For the next six hours you would do nothing but stare into the middle-distance while occasionally patrolling the perimeter. 

Joy.

So much to look forward to.

You bade farewell to Sabine, who was already stretched out on the bedroll you had just vacated, and trudged along the long, echoing halls of the Bastion to your assigned post. 

The Bastion, despite its fancy name, was an old secondary school that you and the other survivors had been living in for around a year. It was only called such because it sounded a bit better than “the school” or “camp”.

In a similar vein the fence that surrounded the school had been dubbed “the Bulwark”. It had been fortified within an inch of its existence, complete with a walkway and watchtowers all along the perimeter. 

Your position today was above the main gate. You arrived and greeted your shift partner - a grim and grizzled man named Joshua. He grunted into his silver whiskers in response. You liked Joshua but you were never concrete sure if he returned the sentiment. The both of you had very little in common and most attempts to draw him into conversation failed. So it had been quite the surprise when you and Sabine had had some small success at getting him to play D&D as a way to pass the time.

For the next two hours time turned to sludge, Joshua broke the silence only once to tell you that a demon nest had been discovered in the charred remains of the next town over. You were a little disturbed to realise that a thrill of excitement ran through you in response to the news. 

It’s just that no one had seen hair or hide of any kind of threat in nearly two months since the warriors of the Bastion had systematically destroyed any gatherings of any anythings. With the relative safety of the Bastion and the surrounding area secured, primordial monkey brain began to relax…just a little.

Although it was nice not to feel so wound up all the time, you were worried that you would become lazy and complacent without hypervigilance and throat-choking fear to keep you humble. 

Watch duty wasn’t always such a drag. Until recently you would spend the whole six hours with your heart lodged firmly in the back of your throat. Your brain liked to taunt you too, conjuring faint noises and flickering shadows that left you reaching for your rifle everytime. But nothing had crawled out of the ashen grey gloom in a while. 

Therefore, it came as quite a surprise when there was a sudden flash of soft golden light and a tall angel appeared across the street from the main gate. 

There was a great roar of dismay all along the front-facing wall of the Bulwark as its stationed sentinels all leapt to their feet, reaching for weapons and screaming warnings to those further back. You did too, slinging your rifle off your shoulder. 

The angel, not expecting such an explosive reaction, flared his wings in alarm. 

You blinked.

Wait…you knew those wings! You knew that angel!

Your angel! Azrael!

“Wait! Hold your fire!”, you bellowed.

The voices began to quieten and people hesitantly lowered their weapons.

“Hold your fire”, you repeated, “I know him, he isn’t a threat.”

Weapons were lowered all the way as your fellows turned to look at you. You withered under their gaze. 

Azrael, seeing the commotion he had caused begin to die down, took a tentative step towards the gate. Weapons began to creep up again and he hastily returned to his previous position.

Now that the shock of Azrael’s sudden manifestation had worn off, some began to cast apologetic glances at you, guilty of daring to threaten the sole occupier of the Bastion’s ‘Do Not Kill’ list. But you were guilty of the same crime. You shuddered to think of what might have happened if you didn’t recognise him in time. The mere thought made you nauseous. It was impossible to imagine even a single reason for wanting to hurt Azrael. It would have to be something truly awful.

Azrael’s voice drifted up to you, “Please, I must speak with you”. His expression was…solemn. You offered him a nod and half a smile in response.

Things had calmed down considerably and the Bastion’s guardian’s returned to their posts. However Azrael’s ‘Do Not Kill’ list privileges started and ended with ‘will not be shot on sight’, there was no way on Earth the main gate would be opened to let him in…or you out. Undeterred you attached a rope to the wall and clambered down before running to Azrael.

Joshua’s gruff voice followed you, “You be careful, ye hear?”

He glared at Azrael suspiciously as he added, “Don’t go too far and holler if you need help, ye hear?”

You smiled and gave him a thumbs up before grabbing Azrael by the hand and towing him away from the Bulwark. He stayed silent as you walked along the sideroad the former school sat by. 

The feeling of many eyes piercing your skin had long since faded but spidery unease tickled your spine and made you feel all jittery-like. You frowned. Why was that? You stared down at the giant hand in your grasp. Then up the arm it was attached to.

Azrael was…tense. Very tense. Enough to make your skin itch. You let go of his hand as the main road came into view, whatever feeling that swirled around him felt like the stifling humid heat of a slow, sludgey summer afternoon. It was unbearable.

You tried to clear the air a little, “What’s the matter Az? You have a face as long as a wet week, has somebody died?”

Your admittedly shitty attempt at humour failed miserably, your words laying crumpled on the ground between you like a corpse.

For all you knew someone really could have died and you were just making things worse. Azrael did not answer your question but instead stared mournfully down the main road, a long strip of cracked and dilapidated tarmac that streaked down a steep hill. At the bottom lay the burnt out ruins of the town that once existed there. 

His pearly eyes hovered here as he finally spoke, “Long have I wished to gaze upon the Kingdom of Man. Many told me that my interests should be directed elsewhere. That Earth was not a subject worthy of study, that no glory was to be found here. I yearned to one day see Earth with my own eyes and walk among its people…to see the wonders of this world for myself…but now it is destroyed and it-”. 

He cut himself off here and you frowned deeply as you worriedly scrutinised his face. His jaw worked as he ground his teeth.  Your heart began to beat a little faster although you could not yet pinpoint the reason why. Maybe it was because your mind had helpfully filled in the gaps for the sentence he hadn’t finished and you were not a fan of the end result. 

“Azrael…”, you began nervously as you drew near to him again, reaching forward to stroke his wings, “what are you trying to say?”

Azrael did not answer. His feathers, usually so soft and silky, were dry and brittle. Many were ruffled and seemingly bent out of shape, some even fell out as you ran your fingers through them. Someone had not been maintaining his wings very well at all. 

Azrael had always been so meticulous about wing-care, he had even roped you into helping a couple of times. Some of your fondest memories with him were the endless hours spent rubbing various substances into each individual feather while music played from your phone - a technological curiosity from a life long long gone. 

You wouldn’t let him examine the phone, you rarely answered his questions about the music you played. Perhaps you had not always been the kindest to him.

If he had been neglecting himself then something was clearly very wrong and a tiny voice whispered that maybe it was your fault. 

Azrael still hadn’t spoken. You peered up at him. His falcon face was damp with sweat and his wings trembled, feathers rustling like autumnal leaves. You didn’t even know that angels could sweat. You tugged on his sleeve like a little child. 

“Azrael, something is wrong, I can feel it”, you said insistently. You tried to meet his gaze but he turned his head away. A flash of irritation splintered through your chest. What on Earth was going on? 

“Azrael-”, you began, your voice dagger-sharp. 

Whatever you were going to say next died right there in your throat as Azrael’s head whipped around and he gave you the most wild-eyed look you had ever seen. He looked like a cornered animal.

Finally he spoke. Breathlessly. Falteringly. Like every word had to drag itself arm over arm across his tongue. 

He spoke your name. Then. “I do not want to do this, but I cannot keep this to myself any longer. You deserve to know this. I must confess…that I have not been entirely...truthful with you.”

You relinquished your hold on him and retreated several steps away. You knew for certain that you were standing on the edge of a tall cliff face, staring out at the dark, dark sea while the wind battered you mercilessly. Whatever was said next was going to send you tumbling into those frothing wild waters below. 

You didn’t want to hear it but you might as well jump. Heave ho. Hop.

“What do you mean by that?”, you said while eyeing him warily. 

Azrael doesn’t speak. Fucks sake. 

“What do you mean by that?!”, you said again, louder this time, your voice cracking. 

He flinches, wings flaring. You got the Angel of Death to flinch. So he starts speaking. Oh he starts speaking alright. Horrible, horrible, fetid, cursed, stinking words. The more he speaks the more you wither away, a gaping chasm yawning where your cracked heart used to be. He talks and tells the awful truth and you feel your world crumble around you for a second time. 

You listen as the Azrael you loved, adored, thought you knew, swirled down the drain. Though naming names, the only finger he points is at himself, and he was right to do so. 

This ‘Abaddon’, blinded by hubris, hatched forth the terrible plan from his venomous mind. This ‘Ulthane’ forged the howling blade poised to end All. 

But who wielded the Blade? Who said the Words? Who broke the Seals? 

Him.

The Angel of Death. Perhaps the truth had been staring you in the face this whole time. 

His words, once so soft and comforting, writhed through the air like insidious vines. “I broke the Seals”, he whispered. At first you raised your hands, stepping back rapidly, as if you could stop his words from reaching you. Now you stood in silence, staring down the main road. The 10 feet between you might as well have been 10 miles. Your eyes wander sightlessly, focusing on nothing in particular. The skeleton of a tree, claw marks in the tarmac, mountains of rubble, the sunless sky. 

Everything.

Everywhere.

It’s all his fault. It’s all his fault. He did it.

But-...but-...but-....he’s Azrael. 

No one as kind and as warm as Azrael could possibly-

He was supposed to be different from the rest.

He might still be speaking but you can’t hear him over the rush of blood in your ears as you stare numbly at your boots.

The syllables clack together meaninglessly like pebbles in a bucket. 

Azrael watched you. There was no sound. There was no movement. He expected tears or rage or both. He deserved that. What he didn’t expect was laughter. Or perhaps laughter but only if someone who was unfamiliar with the concept read a brief description and attempted to emulate it. 

Your mouth hung open in what could have been a wide smile but the sound that emerged perfectly matched your hollow, dead-eyed expression. 

Fuck, this has got to be a joke. One giant, cosmic joke. All of it. A giant, cosmic joke. Perhaps the Creator had written this in the stars for its own amusement. 

During the Apocalypse you had established several truths to live by. 

Demons were cruel and should not be trusted. 

Angels dripped with disdain and would not hesitate to show that and therefore should be avoided just as much as Hellspawn. 

If you ever, by some miracle, found who or what destroyed your home, you were going to kill it yourself.

But Azrael…”I thought you were different”. You are surprised by how calm you sound. Surely you should be incoherent with rage by now. Yet all you felt was the sting of your empty chest, the ghost of your heart beating its war drum beat. 

You turn back to Azrael and he freezes under your wolfish stare. 

There’s just one thing you can’t quite comprehend. 

“You knew”, you hiss, “you knew that the End War would destroy us. You knew, and yet you went ahead anyway”.

Azrael looks like a deer caught in headlights. 

“It was not meant to end this way! We were only meant to destroy the Dark Ones!”Azrael steps towards you, hand outstretched, but you recoil away from him. 

You still don’t understand. 

“But you knew!”, you paused, indignation growing, eating away at your voidish calm, “I thought you cared about us…I thought you were different. You never cared did you? You’re a liar!”

Azrael stepped forward again, enormous wings spread as though to shepherd you into his arms. He longed for your warmth, though he didn’t deserve it. You didn’t want to feel his ever again.

You growl, lips pulled back and teeth glinting, swatting at the encroaching feathers.

He’s wringing his hands now, “That is not true! Of course I care-”

“YOU BROKE THE SEALS YOU LITTLE BITCH”, you roar, repeating his own confession back to him.

Now it’s his turn to recoil. 

Breathing heavily you endeavour to reign in your viperous wrath. Contain it. Part of you suspected that he expected and maybe even wanted your rage. You refused to deliver any further. 

But that primordial snake writhed in your guts and chewed on your soul. You barely hear him when he stammers, “The seals were reforged! Everyone was meant to believe that Hell had invaded Earth first and that the forces of Heaven were delivering them to justice!”.

The silent grey world around you threatened to swallow you both. 

“And look how that turned out”, you spat. You shook your head bitterly. Billions upon billions of lives ended. Thousands upon thousands of years worth of history reduced to ash.

And it wasn’t even on purpose.

The extinction of a race and the destruction of a planet was just collateral damage from a war born out of one man’s awesome display of arrogance and another man’s inability to say no, even in the face of what he knew to be right. 

You shoved your hands in your coat pockets out of habit and your hand brushed against something soft. Ah yes. That. You pulled it out.

It was a very small sock, the cartoon characters that danced across the woven fabric were barely visible under the thick layer of dried blood.

Demons weren’t the only ones fond of tormenting those they deemed lesser than themselves.

You couldn’t save her. Maybe that’s why you had kept it. To remind you of your mistakes. 

You hear your name. Azrael again. Suddenly you are submerged in calm but there is no simmering anger. All your bones are filled with lead. 

“You must believe me when I say that I am truly sorry for what I have done. I never wanted this to happen.”

You’re so tired. 

Azrael is trying to touch you again.

The audacious little twat has the gall to place his hands on your shoulders. You can’t summon the energy to push him away. You should have seen this coming.

Do you forgive him? Not at all. You never will. There will be anger and tears. Not now, but soon. 

You look up into those iridescent eyes you used to love so much and sigh deeply. 

“Your apologies are redundant Azrael. It fixes nothing, it won’t bring back the billions of people you murdered.”

You see moisture collecting at the corners of his eyes and you quickly look away. You refuse to pity him. Refuse to sympathise.

His hands are back at his sides. 

“Give me your hand”, you command quietly. He duly does so and into his palm you inter the little bloodstained sock, then you gently fold his fingers over it until it is clenched tightly in his fist.

“I can’t control what you do with this, but let it be a reminder of your greatest mistake”, you say.

Azrael’s fist trembles. 

“She wouldn’t have died if it weren’t for you”, you whisper. 

There was a pause. 

“Azrael”, you say, louder now. His head snaps back up. Your expression is unreadable and your tone is flat as you unhook your rifle from your shoulder. It dangles limply in your grasp. The bayonet is thin, but long and sharp. 

“Should you have the misfortune to cross paths with me again, you may find that I will do everything I can to make sure it doesn’t end well for you”.

You don’t wait for a response, there is nothing more left to say. You return the rifle to your shoulder, turn, and walk away. You become smaller and smaller. Farther and farther away. Then the mist veils you and you are gone. 

Thank you so much for reading. If you have coin to spare I implore you to commission my friend who is an amazing artist (and also in the Darksiders fandom). If you like what you see above and have an idea that you want to see written then don't hesitate to check out my own commissions post.

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what it’s like to date them

masterlist

drivers included: ollie bearman, kimi antonelli, dino beganovic, sebastian montoya and arthur leclerc

type: fluff & a tiny bit of angst

warnings: mentioning of jumping off a cliff (ollie) , small sexual innuendo (sebastian) , mention of making out (ollie), if any of those make you uncomfortable please keep scrolling!

photos are found on pinterest & all credits go to their rightful owners!

a/n: it’s my first time trying something like this so feedback is appreciated! i love sebastian montoya so i just HAD to include him. likes and reblogs are always appreciated, enjoy xx

Ollie Bearman

being ollie bear man’s girlfriend is no easy task

he’s constantly travelling around the world and sometimes being in a relationship is unrealistic for an f2 driver like him

but to be honest ollie would rather jump off a cliff than not have you by his side

the two of you are the exact embodiment of sleepy gf x cuddly boyfriend

whenever ollie gets the chance he flies you out to watch him race

late night walks together are a common thing for you both

LEGO DATES OF COURSE (reference to cosmic girl records)

cute good morning voice messages (HIS SLEEPY VOICE IS TO DIE FOR)

he’ll randomly send you photos of what he’s doing whether that’s photos of his meals or him at the gym he loves to keep you updated

in the EXTREMELY rare occasion you guys fight he’ll never EVER let you guys go to sleep without making up (and out 😌)

he loves gifting you flowers and he’ll keep one so he knows when to buy you another bouquet

he’s a goner when you play with his hair while cuddling

y’all hold hands under the table ALL THE TIME

he’s like your own personal photographer, constantly taking photos of you for your instagram or his

he 100% smiles when he reads your texts if you’re far away back home

sometimes it’s so bad that kimi and dino will tease him about it all day long

sings to you. badly, but you’re too nice to tell him he’s got a bad voice

you guys love watching movies together, whether it’s old movies like top gun or the latest ones like deadpool and wolverine

sometimes yall just sleep on the couch together

of course, ollie being the true romantic he is, loves taking you out to fancy restaurants, dancing in the rain, gives you his hoodies, the list could go on forever

facetiming and messaging 24/7

you guys could honestly talk forever, the conversation always flows so easily between you guys

y’all know that one scene in tangled where rapunzel and eugene are in the boat on the lake with the lanterns and eugene’s admiring rapunzel? LITERALLY YOU GUYS

i’d say, Ollie’s love language is 100% physical touch and quality time

homeboy CANNOT keep his hands of you, so you’ve either always got your fingers intertwined or his hands are around your waist or on your back

honestly? you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend and ollie for a better girlfriend 💖

Kimi Antonelli

they say italians are one of the most romantic people on earth and kimi never fails to prove that to you

kimi has you laughing all the damn time with his habit of cracking jokes all day, sometimes the two of you will be sitting in silence, make eye contact and burst out laughing

he loves loves loves calling you cute names in italian, amore, bella, tesoro

he loves teaching you small phrases in italian

100% you guys are idiots to lovers, you both are lost in your own little world with humour only the two of you guys understand

kimi ALWAYS makes time for you, even when he’s tired, hes always up to call or cuddle no matter the hour

you’re a sucker for his italian accent 🇮🇹

you love playing “Bella Ciao” on full blast to wake him up from a nap

AND TRUST, at first he’s always grumpy

but he can never stay mad at you for long it’s always ends up with laughs and tickles

kimi texts you the funniest most random things

once you woke up to a text from kimi that read: do you think penguins get angry

safe to say you had to explain for the next couple of minutes to kimi that it was impossible to know because he kept hitting you with the “but why” card

he loves sending you memes that are definitely not funny just to see what your reaction is

he loves to tease you ALL the time

you guys love to take the silliest photos together

the two of you have a good social media presence which often includes making fun of each other and joking around. it makes the fans go crazy and love you two even more

yall have shared playlists fr and kimi just loves annoying you by adding the most weirdest songs like the barney theme song or the bill nye the science guy song

he gifted you a CD player once and he loves giving you CD’s he makes with songs he thinks you’ll like

he once told you he’d step on a LEGO for you

you guys love to attend concerts when you have a chance

dating kimi can sometimes be a walk in the park and other times not the easiest

comforting kimi after a bad race is always hardest because he’s such a dedicated and passionate driver

but there’s nothing that you can’t fix, if that’s just holding him while he’s upset or just sitting with him while he speaks, you’re there for him every time

and he loves you for that, you’re both teenagers but he’s 101% sure that one day he wants to marry you, and you? you’ve known it since the moment you met him

Dino Beganovic

dino may be the funniest guy you’ve ever met

he loves seeing you smile and each time he makes you laugh or smile it’s like an achievement

dino’s also an athletic guy, always in the gym or going on hikes in whatever country he’s in at the time

and he drags you along every time

sometimes it’s a pain but it’s worth it when he has the biggest smile ever when you guys reach the top of the mountain or exit the gym

dino’s an excellent cook despite what his friends may claim

he cooks for you any chance he gets

when you first found out Dino was swedish you nicknamed him IKEA boy just to annoy him

leaving you at home is the hardest thing he has to do and sometimes coming back is even harder, but you always make sure to stay up for him so when he walks through the front door you’re there to welcome him home

you find the fact that his name is ‘dino’ hilarious so you’ll randomly send him “🦖”only for him to reply with “🖕”

if there was one phrase to describe the two of you, it would be enemies to lovers

the first time you ever met dino was when your mutual friend arthur introduced you to him, and instantly you didn’t like him

you honestly never figured out why, maybe it was because you were jealous of how confident and smart he was?

yes, that’s probably it

and when you guys first met, the feeling was mutual, dino didn’t exactly like you either

but because of arthur who was whole heartedly convinced that he could get his two best friends together, you eventually began to feel things for dino and guess what?

he felt the same

it didn’t take long for you guys to get together

and arthur made a lot of cash in the process considering the whole grid had made a bet with him

you hold it against him till this day

but nevertheless it was the best choice you’d ever made, becoming dino’s girlfriend

he’s a gentlemen through and through

you often fly out to surprise Dino at his races and its always worth it to see his ginormous grin when he sees you

you guys definitely have your rough patches in your relationship but you both work through it together every time

you guys love going on cute coffee dates, especially to the cafe’s in Sweden, the two of you have a mission to find the best cafe there

he loves taking you to museums when you both visit his home

he loves telling you stories of his childhood and hometown since the two of you both grew up in different places

before dino you’d never believed you could ever fall for someone like him, and he proved you wrong yet again

Sebastian Montoya

he’s not f2 but i just HAD to include him, he’s my cutie patootie fr

if there was on word to describe sebastian it would be oblivious

you had a good fat crush on him for a solid 3 years before the two of you got together

he just could never get a hint

you tried your best to subtly show that you liked him but he’d brush it off as you being overly kind or something like that

both of your families were super close so you basically grew up together

you were the same age as him so you were the closest out of everyone in the family

it wasn’t until your 15th birthday when Sebastian took you by surprise and confessed he had feelings for you

how could he not? you were stunning and basically his best friend. childhood friends to lovers, are you joking?

you always accompanied him to any karting competition or tournaments, you were and still are his biggest fan

sebastian is like a dream come true

he’s hilarious and sweet and caring and you could go on and on about how

he’s such a charmer, especially with his words

he loves calling you cute names in spanish such as cariño, mi amor, bebe, angelita, hermosa and so many more

dating sebastian is like you always though it would be like

he’s the loyalest guy you know

he loves going to the gym and he’ll send you photos whenever he’s there

you both have a habit of calling each other before you go to sleep, talking about how your day went or what you had for dinner that day

you’d think with both his parents being able to cook such great colombian food he’d be a great cook but you’d be wrong

sebastian nearly once set your kitchen on fire when he tried to fry an egg which goes to show just how bad of a cook he is

so you take the reins when it comes to cooking your meals when you eat together

sebastian’s probably the funniest guy you know, humour comes to him so naturally you’re almost jealous

yeah, you guys fight more than you’d like to admit, but he’s always the first one to apologise and pull you into a hug, peppering you with kisses

he’s like a giant teddy bear if they were absolutely ripped and had the biggest biceps you’d ever seen

sebastian often has to go away and he wishes he could take you along every time so when you get a chance you always accompany him

flights to wherever he’s racing that weekend is always fun

once you tried to convince him to do a face mask with you on the flight but he wouldn’t budge

sebastian loves touching you, not always in a sexual way but even sometimes just soft touches or holding hands is enough for him

kisses, kisses and more kisses

he absolutely loves it when you play with his hair

if you accompany him to the gym he’s definitely showing you off

whenever the colombian football team is versing another team you always go for the other team just to annoy sebastian

you guys often post each other on your instagram stories, usually including a joking insult

if you’d told your 13 year old self that you were dating sebastian she would not believe you at all, and well maybe dreams do come true

Arthur Leclerc

you never ever thought you’d end up dating charles leclerc’s little brother

the first time you met arthur was in a supermarket at 9pm, you were rushing around, late to a party when you crashed head on with a stranger

that stranger just so happened to be arthur leclerc, you recognised him immediately as he bent down to pick up all his groceries that had fallen on the ground

you realised you were standing there gaping, you immediately apologised and helped him pick up his shopping

arthur was taken by surprise when he looked up to see such a . . . mess. to say the least

your mascara was poorly applied and your outfit was NOT it at all

it nearly made him laugh at the absurdity of it all, and yet as he continued to watch as you apologised he was stunned by your eyes

they were well, gorgeous.

he asked for your number much to your surprise and well the rest was history

arthur is by far the most sweetest and handsomest guy you’ve ever met

he helps pick out your outfits for the day without complaint, always helping you put on your heels when you guys go out for dinner

arthur loves to be by your side 24/7

whether it’s to make sure other guys don’t get the wrong idea or just because he loves being in your company he’s always with you

but of course because he’s a formula 2 driver his job requires him to travel a lot

which often means you’re left alone, it sometimes poses to be difficult for the two of you, especially you and it sometimes ends with you guys fighting

but there’s nothing that the two of you both can’t overcome together

he looks at you like you hung up the stars 🤩

arthur loves making you laugh, it’s like he could high on just your laughter

so any chance he gets to make you laugh, he takes it and honestly it only makes you love him more

matching outfits? definitely.

cute french nicknames, mon amour is a favourite for sure

arthur loves to gift you things, whether it’s perfumes, clothes, handbags, if you linger too long on something while you’re shopping, best to know that it’ll appear in your apartment in the next week

he absolutely loves to take you on the craziest dates ever, bungee jumping, sky diving, swimming with sharks, anything that’s completely crazy? definitely.

maybe it was fate or something like that, but arthur’s grateful that you crashed into him that night in the supermarket, looking like a mess, you couldn’t have looked prettier in his eyes.

a/n: AHHH! So that’s brings us to the end, thank you for reading if you got to the end!

[shark0atmeal]

Sorry that I haven’t posted in 3 days!! I got mighttt have been hit by a bus, I don’t know!! Found a reference on pinterest, I lost it though.

DOESNT STOP ME FROM DRAWING NUKE THO!1!1 NEVER STOP THE GRIND.

[useless-chan-draws]

Lovely and Darlin'

( They're just blowing off steam, don't worry ). This definitely happens after the first meeting with Porter x).

None of the poses are mine, I found them on Pinterest and used them for practice.

Reference is from Castlevania Nocturne.

Add black sclera, and this is basically how I imagine Lovely's eyes would look like when she's using her power as an angry vampire ( it didn't look good when I tried to draw it so I will probably do it digitally at some point ).

Another little headcanon of mine is that her scars glow when she uses magic.

- If I'm not mistaken, the first two poses are from emiliodekure on Instagram.

- Unfortunately, I have lost the one in the middle, so I don't have the original artist. Don't hesitate to tell me if you know 🙏

- The one with Tank helping Lovely is from @mellon-soup.

[congratufuckyoulations]

OH WHO IS U, DRESSROSA? Pt.3

!!!FULL DRESSROSA SPOLIERS!!!

Masterlist

part 1, part 2

A/N- Idk yet mostly right now theres some Viola x reader. Mostly platonic or like idk very friendly. A little sussy lowkey bcs I think Viola is an angel, but that's most girls in one piece. Anyways I really enjoy her honestly and i wanted the reader or Y/N to interact with her. I love girl friendships so much its my fav. Probably because im one. I just enjoy girl friendships with my whole heart

Straw hat reader, One piece x reader, Luffy x readed?, Zoro x reader, and maybe even some Law x reader. i just dont want to disappoint the Law fans fr bcs I know about his character but not much yet

Devil fruit power- Plant related. Imagine any other person with plant powers I guess? You can grow walls made from plants. Use plants to attack. I wanna say you could even grow plants used for medicines or sum idk.

The sword below is as random design I got off Pinterest so credit is far gone sorry😔. I don't know if you will use it this chapter, but it's a good reference to have for the future.

Tw- smoking, mature content??, some what graphic description not really tho

Sorry for any grammar errors

Your feet hit the ground beneath you jogging alongside Luffy and Kin'emon. Glancing over at your captain who you couldn't see in the fish costume he wore, you decided to speak up

"You think Zoro will be okay, Luffy?" you question wondering what the captain thought about your lost crewmate

"yeah, he always finds us sooner or later!" Luffy replies in his usual tone continuing to jog forward

"Luffy! Y/N!" a voice calls from behind

" Spoke too soon" you mutter under your breath as Zoro's footsteps get louder. The man in the cat costume now matches the group's pace. Luffy turned his head to look at the vice-captain

"Oh, hey, there you are! We were just talkin' about you!" Luffy says in a cheerful voice

"All good things I hope" Zoro grumbles his voice low most likely due to running around. You chuckle at his tone

"Far from it...I see you found our little friend!" You joke leaning around Luffy's body to get a look at Zoro in the cat disguise. Spotting the small blue-haired woman tucked between the fake fur

"I'm pleased to see you unharmed, Sir Zoro." Kin'emon chimes in

"HA, HA! You're right Y/N! It is a little person!" Luffy gushes as he turns to look at you. The captain practically radiated with how bright his smile was. The boy giggled at the sight

"Follow my directions, and I'll get you to the palace," Wicka says sticking out from Zoro's disguise

"Where did you find her?" Luffy questions, his tone filled with curiosity as a smile paints his face. The captain leans in closer to Zoro to get a better look at the tiny woman

"Is she a friend of yours, Sir Zoro and Miss Y/N" Kin'emon questions

"Eh, I don't know if that's the word I'd use" Zoro says in displeasure at the events that lead to meeting Wicka

"She is our friend now Zoro!" You quickly cut off the swordsman as you carry on "Just because she took your sword doesn't allow you to forget who helped us around this stupid kingdom" You justify as you defend the smaller woman. Though she did give you a run for your money. But it all worked out in the end so you let the grudge drift away. Smiling down at the girl, through the mouth opening of the fish disguise you wore

"I'm a member of the King Riku Army's Scouting unit. The names Wicka. Anyway, we need to step on it!" Wicka's small voice orders as she points for us to keep on forward "The operation is already starting without us!" she commands

"Yes ma'am!" You politely agree with the older woman from the mouth of your fish disguise. It was safe to say you had a soft spot for any other woman. They could do no harm in your eyes. The tiny woman lets out a small laugh

"Y/N? You sure look silly in that costume!" Wicka's small hand covers her mouth as she tries to hide her smile. Quickly dropping your head in defeat. There was no need for her to stab you in your ego now

"SEE TOLD YOU!" Zoro shouts at Kin'emon. The swordsman still holding a grudge against the Samurai who dressed him up in a cat costume

Reaching the foot of the King's Plateau in the middle of Dressrosa after running for some time. You run up many flights of stair in your disguises. Your heels in hand not wanting to wear them inside the disguise. Assuming that they would be impossible to walk in if worn inside a costume where you couldn't balance correctly

"There's gonna be a lift just up ahead!" Wicka informs now standing on Zoro's paw-covered hand "Okay, listen carefully! The palace where Doflamingo is lurking, the Toy House, and the trade port where the SMILE factory is located are all connected." Wicka explained the layout of the structure to the team

"In other words, infiltrating the palace allows us to ingress the other locations?" Kin'emon questions

"That's right! To get access to the factory, you have to either pass through the palace or through the Toy House. The most direct root for us to take is through the palace!" She exclaims with her small fist clenched

"Very well. Understood! Although, I am still in a state of disbelief over such wee folk, in spite of one standing before my very eyes." The samurai says whilst examining Wicka closer

"Yeah, these guys are great, huh? She's like a toy!" Luffy beams with joy

"There were hundreds more of em' too, right Y/N" Zoro calls over pulling you into the conversation. Luffy's head snapped over to look at you

"Oh, man, really?!" Luffy bubbles with stars in his eyes

"Yup! They had a whole army ready to fight too!" You join in. Leaning closer to Luffy. Allowing his excitement to influence you. Feeling light as you and the boy share a happy moment like two kids

"I can't wait to see that!" Luffy raves on

"We don't show ourselves often. We're told that we shouldn't. We're only supposed to allow the Big People of the Royal family to see us. But you guys, the Straw Hat Usolanders are the exception to that rule!" Wicka cuts in

"Uso... landers?" Kin'emon asked confused

"It's a long story..." You trail off hoping to dismiss the made-up names. Thankfully Wicka chimes in

"There's no time to explain all the details now! Operation SOP is already underway! Okay! You can see it there!" Wicka points up ahead. Looking forward at the elevator that lines the tall wall. With what seems to be Doflamingos Jolly Roger on the front doors. Catching sight of guards in uniforms by the entrance. Knowing that this was gonna be a problem "That's the lift entrance to the palace I was telling you about." She explains

"Oh, wow! We can ride it all the way to the top, huh?" Luffy says as his hand blocks the sun from his eyes. His head tilted to look up at the tower structure in front of you

“Won't those guards be a problem?" You point out your concern as the group jogs closer

"Yup! And we would have to show them a pass" She exclaimed addressing the guard situation. Your captain already suggesting his own solution to the problem

"Let's just kick his butt!" Luffy says with a fist raised. The tiny woman leaped over from Zoro's hands to the captains. The boy brings the tiny woman closer to his face

"No! If you make a huge scene, it'll just bring unnecessary attention!"

"What's so bad about that?" Luffy's innocent voice replies seeing no wrong in his plan

"You big bubblehead! I'm having my doubts about trusting you people! I'm stuck with a blockhead who gets lost and simpleton who wants to solve everything with his fists!" She complains grabbing her head in distress at the two men in the group

"What did you call me, you runt?" Zoro yells, fist raised at the fairy

"Calm down Wicka, this simpleton will figure out a way for us! Trust me, it will work out in the end just trust us" You reassure the older woman putting on your best smile. The smaller woman glancing at you from Luffy's palm

"At least I can count on you, Y/N! Kinda" muttering the last part under her breath

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!" You shout, the small girl ignoring you as she turns to face away. Getting distracted from the small insult as you hear hoofs clack against the pathway. Your shoulders drop as you relax. A horse enters your sight with a figure on top

"Somebody's there," Luffy says. Wicka gasped as she looked at the clothed figure. A red coat covers the person's whole body. The hood falling over the face of the unknown person

"They already know we're here!" She cries jumping back to Zoro's disguises to hide in the fur of the disguise

Slowing down your pace as the group approaches the horse. Glancing in between your group and the figure you see Luffy's mouth open

"You want something?" Luffy's voice rings out

"Are you Straw Hat Luffy?" A girl's voice is heard from the figure. The girl sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite remember where you knew her from

"Yeah. What's up?" he replies

"Don't tell her!" You scold the immature guy with Zoro and Kin'emon backing you up. Luffy sure had trouble staying out of any danger the crew came across. Over every adventure, you figured that if he was your captain. You would have to accept the chaos with it

"Come with me. I'm here to help guide you into the palace." She answers pulling down the hood of her cloak. The group lets out a shocked gasp. It was the performer you watched earlier, Violet. The one that took Sanji back to the ship. You let out a small sigh of relief seeing it was somebody you could somewhat trust

"Come on, hurry!" Violet ushers us into a more hidden part of the town. Getting away from the gazes of the guards

"It's great ya wanna help us and all, but I doubt you can do anything," Zoro says as we hide on the side of a random town building

"We've caught wind that one needs a sort of pass to enter the lift" Kin'emon mentions

"Don't worry. I have the pass you mentioned" She says while peaking out to the main streets of the kingdom

"But you should take another route instead," Violet advised looking back at us

"What? Why do you advise that?" The samurai questions

"Think about it. We can't walk right through the front entrance. They are bound to catch us like that. Then this whole plan is over" You explain why the elevator wouldn't be the best option as of now to the dense men

"Back to plan A then! Let's kick ass and bust in!" Luffy pumps his fist into the air. Trying to encourage his original plan amongst the rest of us

"Not happening, Luffy!" You say while moving his hand down back to his side. Your captain only flashed a gummy smile in your direction. More like a guilty smile as Zoro also scolds the boy

"Yeah! That won't work! They'll just keep sending out more guards for us to fend off!" Zoro agrees from behind you. Backing you with his ridiculous mindset. At least he was making this more simple for Luffy. The two of you looked ridiculous in your disguises getting mad at the boy's crazy ideas

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Right." Luffy replies his voice dripping with boredom now that his plan was dismissed fully. Violet speaks up with her eyes closed as you all stare at her in silence

"And more importantly" She starts off

"Please proceed." kin'emon encourages

"You look suspicious," Violet says, as you let out a laugh at her random insult

"Madam, I'm offended!" The samurai replies upset at the insults he's received about the disguise's practicability in the past moments

"Hey, come to think of it, aren't you the one who lured our idiot cook away earlier?" Zoro questions

"Sanji?" luffy puts in

"Yes, and he hurried off to protect your ship," she responds. The guys continue to question the woman as she answers each question. The group wondered how she got information on the attack on the Sunny. Thinking hard about how she even got her hands on a map of the factory

"I was one of Doflamingo's subordinates." She explains to your crew

"That explains how you had so much information" You reply. Now understanding why the girl knew so much and how she was in "danger" as Sanji said. She "was" a subordinate but due to her recent actions. She seems to be rebelling against the warlord suddenly

"Huh, what?!"

"It's true! But she was only pretending to be a bad guy!" Wicka backs up the woman as Zoro lifts the tiny woman in his palm for Violet to get a better look at her

"Wicka, it's you!" Violet exclaims, wicka gasp at the acknowledgment

"Wow! You actually remember me?!" Wicka replies in shock. The two quickly catch up. Violet reveals some of her devil fruit power as she explains how she's been watching over the Tonatta tribe. The brown-haired woman praises the smaller one. Big tears start streaming down Wicka's face suddenly

"Princess Viola" Wicka cries out. Princess? I guess you weren't wrong for thinking that she and Sanji looked straight out of a fairy tale. It all made perfect sense

"Huh? So, wait? You're a princess? Ow!" Luffy shouts getting a smack on the head from Zoro

"Could you turn it down a little?" He hissed at the captain

"Then does that imply that you're a Dressrosa royalty" Kin'emon questions blankly

"Are we all listening to the same conversation?" You side-eye the men you're unfortunately paired up with. You may be with the two strongest on your crew and a respectable Samurai. But having to babysit the three was a chore. You could feel your social battery drain as the day passed dealing with idiots for crewmates

Viola's back was turned to you as you watched her hand trace along the wall in front of her as she replies

"I used to be." she answers Kin'emon

"Huh? If Rebecca's the king's granddaughter, that makes you what now?" Luffy interrogates. Staying quiet as you wait for her to respond, curious at how the bloodline is connected as well

"Rebecca is my niece." She answers. Viola's hand finds a concealed button on the stone wall. As it clicked into place a wall dropped nearby revealing a hidden passage

"She's the daughter of my late older sister, Scarlet." She continues. Looking back at the group to see our reactions to the new path

"A hidden door! Are you a ninja?" The samurai boasted at the sight

"Now I've seen everything," Zoro says

"A princess and a ninja! Remarkable!" Kin'emon praises

"Indeed!" You agree with the samurai, as Viola begins to talk

"By taking this route, you can avoid being spotted at the main entrance. Now follow me" She says walking down the stairs of the darkroom

As the group all stand by the entrance weary of what's inside. Luffy lets out a gasp. Leaning in slightly you see flights of stairs spiraling upward. You saw chains hanging in the middle of the room connected to some sort of platform

"This is a secret escape passage of the Riku Family. Not even Doflamingo knows that it's here." Viola explains from the bottom of the stairs. Following behind the men as they proceed down the stone steps. Kin'emon coughing at the dust in the forgotten passage

"What is this comically large basket's purpose?" Kin'emon asked Viola

"It's a pully for lifting cargo. Look up." She replies. Glancing upward you see chains leading upwards as Zoro and Kin'emon talk to her about the stairs sprailing up. You could practically feel your feet hurting at the sight of the flights of stairs. Even without heels, this was gonna be a pain

"Oh boy" You utter to yourself at the sight

"Uh... Luffy! How about you make this easy on everyone and grab this boulder here and shoot yourself up?" Zoro speaks up, walking over to place his hand on a random stone in the room

"Oh, quite a novel solution" Kin'emon cut in

"Yeah! I like the way you're using that head of yours!" You encourage, getting a glare from Zoro. The two of you had always bumped heads. It was a lot like him with Sanji, but the two of you found ways to be civil while on the same crew

"That sounds like madness," Viola says in disagreement at the plan

Watching Luffy already wrapping an arm around the boulder. Then stretching the other upward to grab ahold of the chain. Turning away you see Zoro and Kin'emon enter the basket

" 'Kay! Here goes!" Luffy's voice echoes through the empty tunnel. Your captain running up the stone walls earning a gasp from the girl beside you. Looking at the girl beside you, you speak up

"It's okay, Viola. come on let's join them!" You comfort the woman as you climb into the basket. Sitting down next to the men as you reach your free hand out to her. Encouraging her to take it. With a small smile and a curt nod, her hand finds yours. Smiling at the lady in front of you as you guide her into the basket

"Thank you, Miss Y/N" Viola thanks you quietly as she focuses on climbing into the basket without any trouble

"Of course, princess" You reply. Letting your inner charm flow out at the beautiful woman. What? Sanji wasn't the only one allowed to throw around nicknames at pretty girls

"Make it snappy, Luffy!" Zoro shouts from behind you

As the group is lifted to the top thanks to Luffy. Zoro and Kin'emon step out of the basket first walking towards the concealed exit. The two push the wall forward peaking out to scope out the area

"It would seem that no one is present," Kin'emon informs as the door is dropped fully to the ground now that they know it is clear. Following behind Zoro and Kin'emon as they land on the grass of the palace

"Nice. Let's go!" Luffy says jumping off the stone door on the floor

"Hold on a second," Viola says from behind you and Luffy, causing you to look back at her with concern. "Close the door first," She says to Luffy as obeys lifts up the stone door with no problem

As you approach Zoro and Kin'emon peeking around one of the towers of the castle, Luffys heads also peeks around the corner. The four of you glancing at a large door

"Is that how you get inside the palace?" Luffy says while you examine the door

"Shh...The palace is above us. That's the Rampart Tower" Viola explains

"Oh" Luffys voice dull at the information

"There's actually quite a bit of climbing left to do before we reach Doflamingo. And it's well-guarded, too." Viola carries on explaining the layout of the castle

"That's just great" You grumble in response, pulling yourself off the wall to face the princess

"I follow your reluctance Miss Y/N. Thankfully, the Rampart Tower has a secret entrance. Let's go, but take care not to let the guards notice you" Viola informs the group. The end being more directed towards the three men you two were stuck with.

Nodding your head in agreement, Viola turns away. The red coat she wore sways as she leads the group. Slightly turning her head back so we could hear her soft voice. Her lovely accent complimented her well

"They'll call the Executives if we make a scene. That won't be good. Especially if we have to battle with Pica. Then any hope of success would be lost." Viola clarifies

"I understand," You say walking beside to girl. The three guys followed the two girls. Only taking a few steps when you hear Kin'emon speak up

"Hm, where is Sir Luffy?" he questions.

Viola gasps as you both whip your bodies around to look back. The redfish disguise was missing from the group

"Already?! Where could he have gone?!" You hiss out, eyes scanning the area trying to find the lost guy

"Uh-oh. Right there!" Wicka says pointing towards the large door you and your group were supposed to be avoiding. A large dust cloud forms in the air. Hearing the sound of Luffys rapid footsteps fade further away. Your captain doing his classic battle cry as he charges straight at the guards

"WHOA! WHAT'S UP WITH THAT CARP!" One yells. Luffys louder voice follows behind

"NOW GUM-GUM... GIANT PISTOL!" Luffys voice echoes as his arms stretches back. The boy's fist and arm grow in size as he powers up his attack

Doflamingos guards scramble with terrified screams coming from their mouths. The crash of Luffy's punch right into the door was loud itself. Watching in shock as your captain busts the door down. Scraps of wood flying in different directions from the impact

"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!" Zoro and Kine'mon shout

"I guess this makes it easier...?" you say trying to justify the total mess Luffy just made. Guards lay passed out on the floor around Luffy. The head of his disguises looks back towards the group

"It's open!" Luffy shouts innocently. A gummy smile on display

"THAT'S NOT THE ISSUE HERE!" Zoro scolds

"This is not good," Viola says

"Ah! You big blockhead!" Wicka insults. Viola grunts next to you before continuing forward

"Well, new plan. We're going in! If we hurry, we might get lucky!" She announces heading through the huge hole in the wall where the door used to be

"See you get used to it!" You gush, as you jog to catch up to her. Slowing down your pace to match the girl when you get near. The two of you enter the massive doorway to the palace

"You were right Miss Y/N!" She smiles softly as you both continue towards the large staircase up ahead

"No need for the formalities anymore. We are friends now, right?" You pout jokingly towards the girl. Viola nodded her head back in understanding. A soft smile on her lips as her eyes scrunch with joy

"Can I take this thing off now?" Luffys voice booms through the lobby-like room

"Not like I could stop you!" Viola responds. You can't help but slightly smile at the girl's serious tone. Viola's eyebrows furrowing together in displeasure at your captain

Reaching the top of the stairs more guards rush toward the group

"This disguise was in the way, sorry Kin'emon" You apologize while pulling off your fish disguise like the captain.

"It's okay, Miss Y/N!" Kin'emon supports

Grabbing onto Luffy's arm you stabilize yourself. Leaning over to put your heels on one by one. While holding onto the captain you felt your cheeks flush at the feeling of his muscular arm through his shirt. Allowing yourself to let go as you finished.

"Thanks, Captain!" You say softly, earning a wide grin from Luffy

"Let's go kick some ass!" Luffy replies. Grinning back at the guy in front of you. Using your devil fruit power to grow your sword once more

You work at taking down any guard that comes close to you. Slashing away the guards who kept charging toward the group

"Viola, stay close!" You order while blocking off two subordinates. Your sharp blade clashes with the dull ones they are provided with. While taking one of them down, the others grab at your wrist. The pressure makes you drop your sword. A wince falls from your mouth at the tight grip

"Y/N!" Viola shouts, turning over you see a guy running at her

Hurriedly looking back at the guard holding onto your wrist. In a swift motion, you pull your arm back and allow your fist to make contact with his face. The guard's head flies to the side as he falls to the ground

Turning to Viola you flick two fingers upward (like law hehe I need him fr). Two vines shoot up from the ground in front of the man rapidly gaining on Viola as she runs towards you for protection. The plants rammed straight up into the guy's jaw knocking him out on his back

"Thank you, Y/N!" Viola says. Opening your mouth to speak, only for your captain to cut you off

"I'M COMIN' FOR YOU, MINGO!" Luffy shouts punching his way through the guards ahead. Shaking your head slightly, a breathy laugh falls past your lips in disbelief at his energy

"Don't worry about it, come on!" You state grabbing onto the girl's hand as you lead her further down the hallway. Giving Viola your full assistance with any trouble in her way

As the group runs down the hall more guards can be heard ahead

"WHERE ARE YOU, MINGO?!" Luffys voice travels through the empty halls as he punches down the waves of guards. More guards following behind just like Zoro said they would

Everybody in your group charging forward fighting their own battles. No fight lasted long as the team overpowered the subordinates. After taking care of the guards, you all stand in the hall panting. Taking a quick break from the speed of things. The group glanced around at the unconscious bodies on the floor. A job well done

And well Kin'emon on the floor as well. Due to jumping to catch Wicka from hitting the floor after flying out of Zoro shirt. The man talking to the girl in the palms of his hand as Zoro speaks up

"Kin'emon. Take care of her, okay?" he instructs

"Uh. But Sir Zoro, I must find my friend Kanjuro. To that end, I will leave here and go to the Toy House." Kin'emon rebuttals

"That's where Operation SOP is happening with the other Tontatta. So I need to go there as well!" Wicka expresses

"I see! Then go we shall!" Kin'emon declares before looking up at you and Zoro "Sir Zoro, Miss Y/N, my path is clear. We will be taking our leave now." he finished

"Fine by me," Zoro mutters, his tone calm as always

"I see no problem. Just keep safe you two," You reply. Your voice laced with concern for their safety

"Certainly Miss Y/N!" Kin'emon acknowledges your concern. Greeting your worried eyes with a reassuring grin. The man turns to talk to Wicka about the location of the factory. Afterwards shoving the small woman into his outfit like Zoro. The samurai only glances back as he bids his farewells

"Sir Luffy, I shall go. Farewell. Sir Zoro, Miss Y/N, and Madam Ninja. Stay strong" Kin'emon announces before he jogs towards the spiral of stairs leading down to lower levels

"Which way?" Luffy calls out for directions

"The left!" Viola answers

Turning down the hall proceeding your advances into Doflamingos palace. Silence filled the hallway with zero signs of guards

"I'm comin' Mingo, the coast is clear!" Luffy calls out

"Guess security can't keep up." Zoro adds

"I don't know. Shouldn't this be harder?" You point out. Thinking about it, the most you have fought. Since you've gotten into the palace there have only been guards. Your mind couldn't remember the names of the Doflamingos executives that Wicka had listed before. But you were sure you hadn't fought them yet.

As the words exit your mouth, the candles lighting up the halls burn out suddenly. A soft smoke filled the air. The ground and walls begin to shake as you all come to pause at the movement

"Couldn't just keep your mouth shut!" Zoro shouts at you

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!" You argued, face to face with the brute of a man

"Uh, that's weird" Luffy interrupted the argument, catching the attention of you and Zoro. The group stood still trying to figure out what was going on in the palace. The rumbling quiets down and the walls all go still for a moment

Suddenly, a round shape pushes through the wall. The wall smoothes over the shape easily. As if it wasn't made from stone itself

"What's with the wall?" Luffy says confused

The wall only expanded the more the palace shook

"Walls do not do THAT!" You say stunned at the sight of the stone walls growing into what seemed to be a man's figure. The height on the stone man was a wild sight. You stare in shock as his head now almost touches the high ceilings of the hall. The stone guy towering above you

The ground trembles below as the walls do their best to not crumble apart

"IT'S HUGE!"

"A WALL MONSTER?"

"NOT QUITE! IT'S PICA" Viola clarifies

"HUH?! YOU MEAN THAT'S AN EXECUTIVE!" You gasp, taking a couple of steps back. Slowly trying to back up from the large man that was forming in front of you. Even if this was a guy, he sure didn't look like it here

"THAT'S A DUDE? WHAT'S HIS DEAL?"

"HE'S IS A TOP EXECUTIVE Y/N! A STONE ASSIMILATION MAN." Viola replies

"Great, and we get to deal with him." Zoro retorts

"He's a power holder. He ate the Stone Stone Fruit. You see?" Viola explains

"So he controls the walls?"

"He just looks like a bunch of bricks, if you ask me. Hey, buddy, you really a person or what?" Luffy interrogates the stone man. The giant head turned towards the group. Viola and you hug onto to each other as you both let out a gasp

"He's out of his mind!" Viola says

"How is this my life" You whine into the girl's clothed shoulder

"Well, answer the question! And stop staring! You can talk, can't you?"

A large stone fist rises high before falling straight towards the group. Unraveling yourself from Viola you both split apart as you dodge the punch

"We're dead if that guy hits us. How d'you even fight back?" Zoro complains. A stone foot lifts heading straight for us again, only to be dodged once more by the group

"We gotta try somethin'! He's blockin' our path!" Luffy barks before hitting his fist against the ground, switching into gear 2 "I don't care what kinda fancy titles you've got! I'm gonna kick Mingo's ass, no matter what! Get outta my way!" he shouts while launching himself in the air towards the stone giant

Luffy used his jet Gatling punch to break apart the man as he crumbled into a stone chunk pile

"Heh. There! Easy! C'mon!" Luffy exclaims as we all run past the scrapes on the floor

"That didn't take much" Zoro says.

The swordsman's words were followed by loud rumbling again. As you all run slightly further and glance back. A large stone hand forms from the pile. The arms quickly connected itself to a fully regrown stone man

"Back for more, huh?" Luffy calls out

"The top executives are in a class of their own. This is why I tried to avoid a confrontation." Viola says in distress. A hand grasping at the coat around her neck for comfort

"I knew I should've stayed quiet" You groaned at the endless chasing already from this Pica dude. He wasn't making this easy that's for sure

"So he's not just a guy made of bricks" Zoro's face concentrated as he stared at the devil fruit user

"He can merge with stone itself and control it. Then it becomes his own body. Which means the palace itself has become our enemy!" Viola spouted information out. You stare in disbelief at the stone man connecting his arms to the walls

As the walls crumble apart with cracks forming through them. Looking above you, seeing the walls on either side of you falling inward. Aiming right for you and your group

"THE WALLS!" Luffy points out. Pulling a gasp from the rest of you. The walls crashed down towards the group. Feeling Zoro's strong arms wrap around your waist hurriedly. The swordsman pulls you back into his chest, as your hands reach for Viola.

Your arms wrap around the girl as she falls towards you. The walls crash down quickly. Luffy inflating himself stopping the walls from completely crushing the three of you. Your chest drops as you finally let out your held-in breath

"Y-You guys still okay down there?" Your captain's voice rings through your ears

Jagged pieces of stone pile around the group. Luffy crushed between the stone walls towards the top. Hearing Zoro groan from behind you as you lean back on him. Your hand reaches to grab ahold of your throbbing head

"I think a rock got me" You wince into your hands. The rock had hit you right where Doflamingo's strings had cut you on your head. As you do your best to sit up between Zoro legs. Not having much space due to Viola sitting between your legs as well. The woman leans into your torso for protection. Your hand finds her back patting it lightly

"You okay, Viola?" You ask softly

"Yes, thanks to you! I can't thank you enough Miss Y/N!" Viola praises as she sits up on her knees in front of you. Her hands clasping around yours as a sign of her gratitude

"It's really no trouble" You grab her hands putting them back to her side. Smiling at the girl still calling you by the formalities you had told her to dismiss

The woman that sat in front of you was truly cute as she said her praises. The smile she wore was genuine, you were quickly starting to understand why Sanji was quick to get distracted and fall for the lovely lady

Suddenly feeling Zoro's hands push against your lower back moving you closer to the girl. The swordsman redirected your position, so you wouldn't be in the way of his blade

"You three brace yourselves. Got an idea." Zoro grunts through gritted teeth

Zoro swords dig into a crack of a random stone surrounding the group. Zoro growls as his body tenses up with concentration. A loud slash was heard and you felt yourself being scooped up again. Stone rubble falling around you

Feeling thankful for Zoro in the moment as he carries you under one arm. Viola under the other. The green-haired man dodges through the dust and falling stone pieces. Keeping the two of you untouched the entire time. Hearing Luffy fight as you are carried a little further

"GUM-GUM... STORM" Luffy shouts

Zoro places you down further away from the two fighting. Allowing you and Viola to stand on your own as he takes off towards the commotion

"Thanks, Zoro!" You shout as he runs towards the battle

"No worries, right?!" He replies charging at Pica. Smirk drawn on his face. Only one of his swords was drawn. The stone guy does the unexpected as he lifts the stone floor easily. Pica lifted his arms up and down in a smooth motion. Causing ripples to flow through the stone toward the group

The stone ripples through as it begins to tower up high. Zoro stabs his sword into the stone to hold himself up. As now the stone floor was now vertical like a wall, due to Pica devil fruit

"WHAT'S HE DOING NOW" Luffy shouts, as we all watch from below as Zoro gets taken high in the air with the stone

"I DON'T WANNA FIND OUT! BE SAFE ZORO!" You shout watching the wall tower over you. Zoros's body hanging onto his sword high up. The stone almost takes the shape of a huge wave, ready to come crashing down with Zoro at the top

Seeing Zoro's arms pull back. All his swords in hand now. Powering his charge before slashing forward. The stone wall now crumbling apart easily. Another wall rises only to be punched down by Luffy

"I don't think hitting him like that's gonna work," Zoro says after he lands beside the group. The stone walls just keep reappearing. The palace rumbles around you as Pica moves throughout the walls

The man's stone fist flew towards the group once more. Luffy's fist meets his halfway causing the stone to crack from the strength. A slice was heard in the air as Zoro cut the stone arm into pieces. Picas stone body falling to the floor in defeat

"Go! Run for it!" Luffy shouts as we run past the stone rubble

Running down the hall you hear rumbling behind you. Avoiding looking back knowing the man was probably getting ready to fight. You look straight ahead as you run. Luffys voice rings out

"Man, he doesn't give up!"

A wall shoots up in front of the group. Coming to a halt at the stone now blocking your path. Everybody let out a soft gasp

"We're trapped!" Viola shouts

With a quick reaction, you see Zoro jump into the air as he swiftly cuts down the blocking wall. You forgot how easy fighting becomes when you have two overpowered crewmembers like these two to carry you all to victory

"Luffy, take them and go on ahead." he says after landing "Leave this stone bastard to me. You go kick Doflamingo's ass extra hard for me, okay?"

The man's stance was firm. Ready to attack at a given notice

"Great! Counting on you!" Luffy relies on the swordsman to do his part on the crew. Teamwork as a straw hat was interesting in itself. But it made perfect sense in the end. Everybody works hard at what they do. Doing your absolute best and trusting that your crewmembers do the same. In your case, you had one of the outstanding crews

(Thank you zoro for the monolouge he gave chopper back in alabasta about teamwork. Amazing king)

"You got this Zoro!" You call out as you proceed down the hall. Not hearing the swordsman whisper under his breathe about how he "knows he gots this"

Running with the two leaving Zoro behind to handle his part. Stumbling slightly as you run due to Pica making the stone beneath you lumpy. You kept moving forward through all the ups and downs of the stone obstacles

Suddenly two long pillars begin to try blocking your exit. Luffy kicks straight at the stone pillars swiftly breaking them into pieces as you all continue running toward the end of the hall

"This rock guy doesn't wanna let us go anywhere!" Luffys voice filled with displeasure as he lead the way for you and Viola. The woman next to you replies

"Like I told you. Pica controls the entire palace! We're lucky he hasn't crushed us yet!" Viola glances back for a moment before looking forward "Hey, you're sure your friend will be okay?" she finished glancing between you and Luffy’s running forms

"Zoro? You kidding? He'll do great. Don't worry." Luffy replies glancing back at the woman

"He's right. Zoro is one of the last people we have to worry about when it comes to fighting" You assure the princess. Another pillar shoots from the wall in an attempt to hold the group back. Luffy doesn't hesitate as he charges right for it with his fist ready

Viola and you run through the debris flying around due to the impact of Luffy's fist. Your captain grunts as he proceeds forward

"No matter what happens, Zoro will pull through!" Luffy advocated for his vice-captain

"He better" You mutter under your breath. This seemed to be more of a crazy day than you ever thought it could be. You couldn't believe that so much had happened in a couple of hours. Nobody planned for this day to be so stressful. Especially now that we are on the way to "Kick Doflamingos ass". You were gonna have to leave the ass-kicking to your captain. Knowing you didn't bear the power to fight against the Warlord himself

"LUFFY WAIT UP!" You shout at your captain running up the staircases leading to the first floor of the palace. Viola and you got left in the stairwell as Luffy took off ahead.

"We can only hope he went to the right floor," You say to the girl climbing the stairs with you

"The first floor isn't too far away I'm sure he made it" Viola encourages as you see a door only a couple steps away

"Seems you were right!" You say as the two of you pick up the pace. Approaching the doorway you see Luffy in a more open space. The toy soldier from earlier, upside in his grasp

Viola peeks out the doorway and gasps before exiting into the long hallway. Taking a step out as well you glance to your right seeing a man in a black outfit with gold embellishments. The guy looked pretty silly with a smooth head almost like a helmet

"There's no time! You can talk later, Straw Hat!" Viola announces causing you to look back to her and Luffy

"Who's that?" You question, pointing your thumb at the man down the hall

"Violet!" The man shouts causing the woman to gasp at her name being called. Seems to you that Viola knew this guy. You kid yourself obviously, she knows him he also works for Doflamingo

"Gladius!" Viola shouts make you zone back into your current situation

"You little traitor. You'll pay for turning your back on the young master." The guy spits out. Veins popped from his forehead as his hands were clenched into tight fists

"Oh, you wanna fight?" Luffy says causing you to snap your head at him. Seeing your idiot of a captain with a fist up. The other arm holding the toy soldier over his shoulder

"Not right now, Luffy!" You gasp grabbing the boys arm pushing his fist down. Viola hurries over and grabs Luffy to guide him down the hall.

"What did I just say?" Viola scolds

"Let's go!" Luffy shouts, hand wrapping around yours and dragging you down the hall. Struggling to find your balance at first due to the unexpected tug

"Careful Luffy!" You warn, said boy drops your hand as you find your footing, you run between Viola and him.

"We have to run! Trust me. He's strong. We'd be trapped here. We have to end this! Just head for the Suit Chamber!" She orders

The toy soldier speaks up about Viola's change of heart. The two converse quickly before you hear Gladius speak up

"Your treachery won't go unpunished, Violet. You're dead!" he says

You see Viola glance back as she shouts

"I've never been on your side! You give yourself too much credit! For ten whole years, I've been waiting for this opportunity!" She shouts. Eventually, you glance back seeing that helmet head expanded into a massive circle. Whatever this was it was ready to pop for sure

"Helmet pop!" you hear from the man. Quickly growing your vines walls once more as a sort of defense. A bright light flashes as a loud pop is heard. You hear Viola gasp next to you and see her falling forward. Thinking quickly you scoop her up under your arm. Your left arm wraps around her waist holding her as you run

"Lady Viola!" the toy soldier shouts

"Sorry about that Viola! I thought I blocked all of those flying pieces. You aren't hurt too badly, right?" You say glancing down at the girl in your arms. Looking back up to focus on the hallway

"I will be okay, just keep headin' up!" Viola says as we turn into a room with some red carpets. It was nicer than the hallways that's for sure. Following Luffy you see him running towards a window

"It doesn't matter how we get there, right?" Luffy shouts

"Luffy, what are you thinking?!" You cry out as your captain jumps right through the glass

"Hurry, Y/N!" Luffy says on the other side of the window waving a hand and motioning you to follow. Jumping through the window wasn't so bad knowing we were just on the first floor. You almost forget this was barely the first floor of the palace

Now standing beside Luffy outside in the courtyard, you see the boy glance up.

"That should work." He says. Following his eyeline to a window cut out to the second floor

"How would we even get up the-" You start only getting cut off by Luffys arm wrapping around your waist and stretching his foot backward to hook on the edge of the window. Once his foot found a hold you all fling toward the window

You wrap your arms securely around Viola as you are flung suddenly. Getting through the window you place Viola down on the floor of the new room

"Well, that certainly was effective, wasn't it" The toy soldier says

"I prefer a warning next time" You scold Luffy as he crouches down placing the toy soldier against the wall. Soon standing up back to his full height

"Yeah, but we made it didn't we" Luffy sasses as his hand finds his hips. Earning a slap across the back of his head

"HEYYYYY!" He shouts

"Quiet Luffy! Somebody will hear us" You hush the boy. Your hand cupping over his mouth. Slowly dropping your hand as you near a window in the hallway. Luffy follows to stand beside you. Both peering through the window of the Suit Chamber where Doflamingo resides. Seeing Law chained to a chair

"It's not time yet. You both have to wait!" Viola lectures dragging you and Luffy to hide below the window out of sight

"First we have to hurry and now we have to wait? Mingo is right there" Luffy questions

"Shhh" Viola hushes with a finger over her lips

"Huh?"

"Just calm down!"

"Violas right Luffy. The Tontatta Tribe still has to complete their part of the plan" You tell Luffy

"What plan?" Luffys asked confused

"You know about operation S.O.P, Y/N?" the princess asks

"I don't know much, but I did overhear the tiny people discussing something dealing with toys turning back into humans. I just knew there was something off about this place!" You answer, shaking your head in disgust at the cruel reality of Dressrosa

"The details aren't important. The point is, we can't fight Doflamingo yet," she explains, earning a soft grunt of disagreement from Luffy. Though he didn't argue back as we sat under the window

Nudging your shoulder into your captain sitting next to you. You send him a soft smile

"Be patient. I know you'll get to kick Doflamingo's ass real soon" You reassure.

"You're right, Y/N! His smile was wide, eyes beaming at the thought.

As time passes you all peer in here and there watching Doflamingo converse with the tied-up pirate.

"They sure are talking a lot" You speak up, getting bored sitting on the floor with nothing to do

"Yeah! How long are these guys gonna take?" Luffy agrees from beside you. Both of you glance down to Viola for an answer to see the woman with her eyes closed shut. Sweat dripped down the sides of her face. Something was troubling the woman. Viola's eyes shoot open as she lets out a startled gasp

"What's wrong Viola?" Your tone is filled with worry as a hand finds her shoulder. Trying to comfort the woman as best as you could

"The Tontatta ran into Trebol. All of them have been defeated. Nothing but destruction everywhere." she utters out

Everybody lets out an audible reaction as Luffy begins to talk

"One of my crewmates should be with them right now," he says

"Yes, he has a huge nose" Viola replies

"Usoland" The toy soldier says

"But it's not good" She continued, head dropping as she looked down with furrowed brows. Face painted with worry at the sight she saw in her head

"Don't worry. He'll take care of things. I promise. If Usopp's there, everything'll be all right" Luffy comforts in the only way he knew how. Which was just being himself and believing in his crew

"It will all be okay, Usopp always comes around in the end!" You assure, lightly squeezing the girl's shoulder as she glances toward the two of you smiling

"I trust you, Straw Hats," Viola confides in the two of you. Luffy's soft giggles ring through your ears. Feeling your shoulders relax at the sound, you turn to look at your captain's joyful smile. Staring at the boy as he continues to talk to Viola on the other side of you. You were stuck between the two, but you didn't mind

"Good! Because we are gonna kick Mingo's ass real good!" Luffy's voice flourishes with eagerness

Some time passes as you all sit outside the window. Viola's gasp makes you snap your head. The girl was teary-eyed as she looked past you. Turning back you glance to see a tall muscular man. His features are sharp. With his left leg missing. Exactly like the toy soldier from before. A sword now held in his hand

"I guess operation S.O.P worked," You say in disbelief at the sight

Luffy's head turns to the man as we all gasp at the sight. The man pushes the window open and jumps into the larger room. Hoping on his only leg, making his way towards Doflamingo

"Who's the cape guy?" Luffy says

"Kyros, it's you!" Viola says to herself

"Huh?"

"Even I lost my memories of him." She whimpers

"I don't get it. What d'you mean?" your captain questions

"Maybe she knows him," you say, trying to make sense of what was going on

"Uh? Hey! Where's the toy soldier" Luffy asks while looking to the side. Searching around the hall for the toy

"That man is him" Viola answers

"The toys were originally humans, but they were erased from our memories! Since the girl who did this, Sugar, passed out now, so our memories all came flooding back! He's the former commander of the King Riku Army - Kyros! The strongest gladiator in the history of the Colosseum!" She cries, collecting herself once more to continue on

"Wait, the guy they have the statue of?" Luffy asks

"Yes, but more than that, he's my brother-in-law, Rebecca's father!" Viola tells Luffy. You didn't understand much besides the fact that Rebecca was related to Viola. And the toy soldier seemed to have a pretty big role in this whole fiasco. You didn't know the whole story, but the toys being humans all along explained the creepy vibe

"But she said she didn't know that guy!"

"Once our memories are lost, they can't be regained till Sugar is stopped. Even so, he's watched over his daughter for the past ten years. Even though he was only a toy soldier to her, he's stayed by her side every day protecting her the best he could" Viola reveals the harsh trust she and her family have been living

Your heart broke at the tears streaming down the girl's face. The thought of forgetting somebody so close to you scared you as it is. Living it must have been hell for the man.

"I'm very sorry to hear that, Viola. We will work hard at bringing that pink idiot down" You quickly console the watching Kyros charge at Doflamingo full speed. His sword dashed through the air as it cut right through Doflamingos neck. The blonde head fell to the ground. It all felt like slow motion seeing it fall

It all happened quickly as you, Luffy, and Viola gasped. You could hear Doflamingos subordinates shouting and screaming at the sight of their leader being struck down

"YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW IS CRAZY!" You whisper shout at the girl next to you

"Mingo just died! Well, that sucks! I was gonna be the one to kick his ass!" Luffy grumbles to himself. Not being able to reply as some guards appear down the hall, shouting at the three of you

"There they are!" "I see 'em!"

You turn your head to the approaching footsteps

"They found us!" Viola says

"Shoot!" One of the guards orders, as they all take their aim preparing to fire

Luffy thinks quickly as he wraps an arm around your waist. The other around Viola carrying you both like footballs. You yelp at the grip on you suddenly. Luffy jumps through the window. Heading straight towards the action

"We gotta go save Traffy!" He yells flying forward. Jumping through the window

You can see Kyros beginning to fight with a man in a yellow jumpsuit with big buck teeth. A jolly roger painted on the surface of the teeth. An interesting place to put anything if you ask me. The buck tooth man getting sent flying out the window. Screaming in defeat as Kyros started sparing against the girl in a maid-like outfit. Soon knocking her onto the ground

"TRAFFY! I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU" Luffy shouts as he rushes towards the scene. Law’s head lifting to face your direction. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the position you were in. You didn't know much about Law, but any girl would be nervous around the guy. Let's be honest he was fairly attractive

"Luffy could you put me down" You grumble, lifting your hand to cover your face in shame. Getting ignored by your captain as he yelled to the allied pirate

"OH, GOOD! YOU DIDN'T DIE!" He shouts. Removing your hands from your face, you now see Law's shocked expression.

"I thought we agreed you'd destroy the factory, Straw Hat. Did you? Or not?" Law interrogates as we approach closer

"Plans got mixed around" You reply, knowing Luffy wasn't gonna even try providing an explanation

"What is that supposed to mean, Y/N?" Law says

"It means no, obviously" you reply from under Luffy's arm

"Here's the key to his handcuffs," Viola announces showing the key to you and Luffy

"Wow! You're ready for anything, aren't ya?" Luffy teases. The two ignoring you and Law completely

Luffy approaches the throne Law was handcuffed too. His grip loosens, allowing you and Viola to stand back up on your own.

"Just a sec. I'm gonna get you outta here, 'kay?" Luffy says to law. The pirate groans before he speaks

"Thanks, but I'll pass. Our alliance from here on out is terminated. So get lost!" Law spits out, looking up at Luffy from the chair

"Huh? You're so selfish! I wanna keep working with you, so deal with it!" Luffy declares

“You also aren't the only one in this? We just went off plan once! You can’t just end an alliance like this" You argue

"Now you are both being selfish? I can leave when I want" Law remarks glaring up at the two of you

"Hurry! Use the key!" Viola cuts in

"Oh, right" Luffy says, taking the key from her hand

His hand shakes as he nears the Sea Prism Stone handcuffs. Nervous that he will accidentally touch it. Law's voice breaks the silence. Causing you to look up at him as he talks

"You do realize with the alliance called off, we're enemies? If you set me free, I'll kill both of you Straw Hats." Law taunts

"Luffy already made up his mind Traffy" You remind him, as you watch from behind Luffy

"That's it! This is hard enough to unlock with this dumb Sea Prism Stone, so stop squirming" Luffy shouts at the chained-up man

"Steady!" Viola says

"You two aren't even paying attention, are you?" Law shouts, his mouth open as he scolds the two in front of you. Viola crouches down next to your captain. Luffy struggling with the lock. His fingers constantly shaking, missing the lock every time. Stopping Luffy begins to whine

"This sucks! I quit! Why don't you do it?" He tries passing the key over to Viola. Her hand came up halting the boy

"I can't touch it either! I ate a Devil Fruit, same as you!" Viola announces. Both turning their heads to you at the same time. Questioning eyes prying up at you

“What about you, Y/N?” Luffy whines looking up at you

"OH DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW!" You smack Luffy across the head for asking such a stupid question. Your captain deciding to play dumb at the worst time possible

Doflamingos' laughter grows loud as you all turn away from Law to where it's coming from. The sound emitting from the head lying on the floor in front of Doflamingos still standing body. Your eyes widen at the head on the floor with a wide grin, laughing

Pt.4

I THINK IMMA END IT HERE THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITEE FOR NO REASON. I WAS NOT FEELING MOTIVATED BUT I WROTE ENOUGH TO FEEL DECENT. I wonder if yall would like this chapter or part? Idk I hope yall did I know it isnt much but im so excited for the next chapters mostly because its a lot of Luffy and Lawwwww. Kindaaa hehehe so yay

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*raises hand slowly* Did… Did anyone want some fluffy Grace Siblings set to the backdrop of my Married Valgrace AU??

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“Do you need any help with that?” Jason asked, looking down at where his sister was crouching, “Reyna’s pretty good at this stuff having lived on Circe’s island-“

“I can handle it on my own,” Thalia said, her tone not quite irritable, but a little flustered. She fumbled the long sheet of silk that hung around Jason’s legs, trying to hoist it up in the customary fashion.

She took a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket and studied it. It was a printed-out screenshot of a Pinterest board, taken from a demigod-safe computer in a New Rome Public Library.

“I’ve fought countless untold horrors,” she muttered to herself, “I’ve slain the unslayable. I’ve completed feats no mortal could possibly accomplish. I should be able to handle a frickin’ toga.”

Despite her frustrations, Thalia was doing very well- all things considered.

She went about pinning down the garment, smoothing the folds perfectly crisp, tucking and pressing the delicate fabric- she was being uncharacteristically gentle as she ran her fingers along the gold embroidery on the hem.

Jason helped where he could- holding the silk in place with his fingers, directing Thalia on where and what to adjust. Eventually they fell into the rhythm of it. There was a quiet sadness to this ritual. Jason could feel his sister grieving for all the moments she had lost with him. All the school uniform collars never smoothed down. All the medals never pinned to lapels. All the ties never tied. She was mourning the loss of a childhood. One they could’ve had together. Where she got to be a big sister.

She clipped the gold broach at Jason’s shoulder to hold the silk in place, and stood back to admire her handiwork.

Jason turned so he was standing in front of the mirror and adjusted the garment.

“Does it look okay?” Thalia asked, glancing at her reference pictures, “I’ve never even worn a toga before, you have more experience than me.“

“It looks great,” Jason assured her.

He turned to his sister. There was so many things he wanted to tell her. So many emotions it was hard to put into words.

Thalia reached a tender, almost motherly hand up to Jason’s cheek, the back of it brushing against the stubble on his chin.

“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,” Thalia whispered, “It seems you came into this world only yesterday, and now… gods… married?”

She cupped his chin in her palms, and stood on her tiptoes and pressed her forehead against his. A little spark of electricity jumped between their hair. “I am so proud of you, Jason.”

Funny- Jason had worked his whole life trying to make people proud. His father. His friends. Camp Jupiter. They’d awarded him Praetorship and Pontifex Maximus, given him medals and wreaths and titles- but never had anyone said “I’m proud of you.”

And here Thalia was, staring in wonderment of him just standing there, just… existing. Jason hadn’t done anything to make her proud, and yet she was proud all the same. He’d worked his whole life for the approval of others only to realise the love he needed could be given to him unconditionally, by Thalia, by Leo, by the hundreds of friends and found family waiting out there- all for just being himself.

“Oh gods, I’m gonna cry-“ Jason said, hiding his face and wiping his eyes.

Thalia rubbed his back. “Let it out, brother,” she told him.

He fell into her shoulder and buried his nose in her padded suit jacket, letting his face sink into the warmth of his sister’s earthy smell.

“I love you.”

“Love you too,” she patted his arm, soothingly, “Now we should probably get going. You’ve got a man to marry.”

“You’re right,” Jason stood up. Thalia handed him a tissue, which he accepted and used to wipe his eyes.

Then he took a deep breath, and grabbed the door handle.

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So! You all apparently loved my Married Valgrace AU. And if you didn’t… I loved my Married Valgrace AU. This is another little vignette set in the same world, or in any other world where Jason gets married! The fact that it’s Leo he’s marrying only comes up once, so feel free to swap it out for whoever you want in your head. This is just a short little bit of Grace Siblings fluff to keep the gremlins fed while I’m away for the holidays. Their siblingship is everything to me.

Also, for the record, Leo is doing the exact same thing with Nyssa in the other room.

Basically tagging my usual tags + anyone who left a nice comment on the Married Valgrace AU:

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