#i like the idea of him causing mischief. oh someone wants this thing to happen? let's make it a game!

[articskele]

Thinking about....... Sun Onceler.........

[galedekarios]

more gale & tara epilogue stuff

tara's epilogue conversation is so extremely devastating if gale sacrificed himself. since i can't bring myself to play it, i thought i'd look at it in the files and share what i find here.

tara can be found at camp and this is how the conversation with the player begins:

Tara the Tressym: Oh, hello, darling. I was hoping to see you. Withers informed me about this little get-together and I thought I'd show my whiskers.devnote Tara the Tressym: I can almost feel Gale here. Among his friends - in you. Some part of him remains, doesn't it? devnote: Gale has died so she's very sad and nostalgic.

this devnote is repeated for almost every line for tara in this convo.

from here, the player has various options to reply. i'll be going through them in order.

the first is one where the player points out the magically conjured image of himself that gale left behind in case of his permanent death:

Player: Well, his magical ghost is still here, if that's what you mean. Tara the Tressym: That thing's no more than a shadow of the real man. A nonsense. Though it captures some of his more insufferable qualities...

the second option is the player saying that they are feeling something similar, a presence that reminds them of gale:

Player: It does, Tara. I can feel his presence too. Tara the Tressym: A crackling in the air, isn't it? That flair of magic and mischief.

despite the tragedy of it all, i do love tara describing gale's presence as 'that flair of magic and mischief'. it's so very sweet and sad, especially remembering just long she's known him.

perhaps here she remembers the boy who accidentally set the rose bush on fire and cried, just as elminster does. or perhaps the boy who summoned a magma mephit, causing chaos, but also making a lifelong friend.

the third option is to tell tara that you miss gale, too, and this honestly made me tear up:

Player: I miss him too, Tara. Tara the Tressym: That's good. We should miss him. He was such a lovely fellow. Proud as a peacock, but... my little love. Tara the Tressym: Oh, what I wouldn't give to snuggle up on his lap one more time. Just once would do. Player: Would a fuss from me make you feel better?

"He was such a lovely fellow. Proud as a peacock, but... my little love."

PROUD AS A PEACOCK BUT... MY LITTLE LOVE

M Y L I T T L E L O V E

this is obviously completely fine so i'll continue with the fourth option:

Player: You can snuggle up in my lap later, if you like. Tara the Tressym: Oh, I couldn't possibly... unless... well, perhaps it's not a terrible idea. Gale would be quite pleased to know we've made friends, wouldn't he?

it's clear that tara needs some comfort. despite her stiff upper lip approach to most news devastating to her and the thin veneer of control she puts on here.

the fifth option is expressing that you know how she feels:

Player: I know how you feel. Tara the Tressym: Ah, to lose the one you love the most. What a terrible thing.

the sixth option is rather callous and tara's response to it once again heartbreaking:

Player: Alas, you can't. Tara the Tressym: No. Not in this life, at least.

the last option again shows tara's true grief at what happened:

Player: He's gone. We have to accept that. Tara the Tressym: I suppose we do. But I certainly wish we didn't.

most of these different options lead to the end of the conversation with tara, where she invites the player to visit her and morena in waterdeep:

Tara the Tressym: Perhaps you'd be willing to come meet Gale's mother, some time? She misses him so - and I know it would do her heart a world of good to discuss her son with someone who knew him as he was.

again, the player has various choices to either accept or refuse her invitation. i won't go through them all and you can read for yourself in the screenshot i provided. but i do want to look at these two options here:

Tara the Tressym: Perhaps you'd be willing to come meet Gale's mother, some time? She misses him so - and I know it would do her heart a world of good to discuss her son with someone who knew him as he was. Player: I'd love to, but I'm leaving Faerûn after tonight. Tara the Tressym: Well if you ever come back do look us up in Waterdeep. Surname 'Dekarios'. I'd enjoy the chance to reminisce about the good man we knew.

i'm once more reminded of that one line in elminster's letter and i feel so sad for morena:

Does he live within his mother’s ageing heart, weeping for those roses? 

2.

Player: I'll consider it. Tara the Tressym: See that you do. We'd love to have you. Things have been rather quiet without himself cluttering up the place.

which made me think about gale's line that his tower has never been so free of clutter ever since he had to deal with his condition.

anyhow, i hope this was interesting to some of you!

[lafleshlumpeater]

hi i’ve been trying to find someone perfect for my request cause tbh it’s one i’ve been thinking about for a while and i think your writing and style is absolutely amazing and idk i want you for my request. i understand you usually write fem readers but if you could please make like a gn!reader i would really really really appreciate it!! i was thinking a luke castellan x reader and everyone always jokes about you guys dating but you’ve never really had a crush on him. and then he suggests you guys just start fake dating just to make it better, and then you end up falling for him and just like yeah. fake dating to lovers yall please. thank you so much for even considering!!!

OMG. ANON. you flatter me too much, ilysm for this. i hope i did this justice and i'm so sorry for the long wait <3 (there will definitely be more than one part to this!!)

warnings: gn!reader (pls lmk if i accidentally used any gendered language so i can fix it), teasing, percabeth being 'that' couple- it's not really specified whether this is book!luke or disney!luke but for any future requests if you'd like a particular one don't be afraid to ask <3

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“So,” Annabeth begins, clearing her throat, and just from the teasing cadence lilting her voice, you already know what she’s itching to comment on. You exhale, rolling your eyes and praying internally to every god in existence that you know of to spare you from this incessant battle. “You and Luke, training together.” She makes a pretence at nonchalance- you know her better than that.

“Yes, Annabeth,” you sigh as you take a sip of water. “Just like how practically everyone else in camp has also done. You included.” Excluding Percy, it was non-negotiable; Luke was the most experienced and skilled fighter at camp. Everyone was eager to learn a thing or two from him, and understandably so.

“Yeah, but, like- the chemistry.” The blonde counters, rubs her hands together deviously. “No-one else in camp has that with him.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with your boyfriend.” Percy; the main instigator of all of your friends, and even campers who you didn’t even know too well, encouraging the idea that there was something inexplicable going on between you and Luke Castellan. You couldn’t sympathise with the notion whatsoever- apparently, two people being of the same age and occasionally passing time together who also happen to be paired up with one another in most affairs (no doubt with the meddling of Chiron, which Luke himself seemed blissfully oblivious to), meant they were suddenly applicable for a relationship which goes beyond the boundaries of platonic.

You didn’t get it whatsoever.

“Speak of the devil,” Annabeth starts, the remnants of her scheming smirk blooming into something more genuine and pure at the sight of her boyfriend walking towards the pair of you. 

“I saw Luke just now.” The playful quip forming regarding the lack of greeting from him dies on your tongue. You couldn’t be dealing with this now- all you wanted was a productive day of training followed by a bitingly cold shower. Instead, you’re being verbally taunted- by your friends, no less- about how good of a match you are for the Hermes boy. It’s a painstakingly obvious reminder about how life never goes a demigod’s way.

The tall boy jabs a thumb vaguely behind his shoulder, his free arm sneaking around his girlfriend’s waist. Absently, she leans into him, the sickeningly sweet reaction automatic. “He was like, completely red in the cheeks. Blushing. And then he tells me the two of you were sparring just now?” His lips quirk into a grin, all teeth and mischief. “Very interesting.” You open your mouth again, with no particular retort in mind. “Oh no, but it’s all coincidental,” he continues, feigning a solemn tone. “Right. That’s my bad.”

Annabeth snorts at Percy’s antics as he holds his hands up as if in mock surrender when you swat at his shoulder. “We were sparring, Percy. Obviously he was going to be red in the face. Out of breath and all.”

He nods gravely, lips set in a straight line. You narrow your eyes, distrustful towards the mirth shimmering in his irises. “Out of breath from being so close to you.” He swoons as if imitating Luke, hands clasped together and batting his eyes up at an unknown entity- you correctly assume this imaginary being is supposedly you.

Before you can tell him off like you have oh-so-many-times in the past, he sobers up of his own accord, lips twitching from the effort of suppressing a well-humoured grin. His eyes flit to somewhere behind one of your shoulders. “Hi, Luke.”

You turn on your heel instantly. He’s standing in front of you, cheeks still tinted a delicate pink, a mere ghost of what Percy had sworn to, hair ruffling slightly in the breeze, the muted colour of his eyes a stark contrast to the startling neon of his camp t-shirt. You curse your friend to the high heavens, taking a mental note to throttle him later. “Hey.” 

He nods briefly to all parties, before redirecting his attention to you. “I forgot earlier. I’d like to talk to you about something.” He shifts slightly, repositioning himself so he looks less uncertain, back straightening and arms folded across his chest. “If you don’t mind.”

You glance behind you at the indiscreetly tittering couple, obviously amused at your expense. No matter how oblivious Luke may have been towards the magnitude of your mutual friends who were certain that the two of you were destined soulmates and it was just a matter of time and waiting, he wasn’t blind to the fact that the common belief was there. Especially now, with Percy and Annabeth whistling and hooting in a manner which was meant to be encouraging behind you. As if they didn’t take years to acknowledge that they had painfully blatant feelings for one another.

“No, yeah, we can talk,” you say casually. The two of you begin to walk, side by side, facing forward. For a few beats, there’s silence.

The quiet itself isn’t uncomfortable- the anticipation and tension of waiting for what he has to say, is.

“I want to say sorry,” Luke commences, simultaneously shattering the silence, previously only permeated by distant chatter and careless laughter. Fixing him with a befuddled frown, you rotate your head to look at him- he’s facing forward, hands are stationary in his pockets, side profile the only thing in your field of view. “I don’t know when or how, but for some reason everyone has the idea that I’m…” You watch him ponder for a moment or two, wondering how to phrase the predicament in a manner which isn’t too blunt. Dread climbs up your throat. “- romantically interested in you.”

Oh. So he isn’t as oblivious as you’d hoped.

“No, it’s all good.” You muster a polite smile, though you’re internally dying. Whether it’s from the fact that it’s being mentioned aloud, or him actually acknowledging it, or the way you can see two of your siblings brazenly ogling the interaction in your peripherals as you try to ignore them in vain, you’re clueless. “It’s not your fault… or anyone’s really.”

“I know,” he says, a tad quicker than you finish. He raises his eyebrows, suppressing a self-satisfied smirk directed in the distance. “But anyways, I think I have a solution.”

Your interest is piqued. Anything to stop the rumours that the two of you had kissed behind the Apollo cabin, to silence the snorts and innuendos thrown at you whenever Luke’s name was mentioned in your vicinity. “Really?”

He swivels to face you, halting the little stroll. You mimic his movements. “A possible solution. I mean, it would definitely work, but-.”

You tilt your head at him quizzically. “Then why is it only ‘possible’?”

He inhales. “It involves you. A lot. And you might not want to do this.”

“Do what?” Your impatience amplifies with Luke’s every ambiguous phrase. What is he thinking of?

He looks around, ensuring there’s no-one in earshot. “Date me.”

He says it so coolly, so quickly, you think you’ve heard him wrong. He must be talking about the weather, or about the arrival of a new camper, or-

Your eyes are fixed on him, jaw slack. “What?”

Eyes widening in understanding, he realises his mistake, backtracking quickly. “Not, like, dating-dating. Fake dating. Pretending to be in a relationship.” He lets it sink in for a second. “Everyone would shut up about how good we are for each other, and how we should start dating, because we actually would be. Or it would look like it, anyways. But it’s your choice.” He gauges your expression as you mull it over.

He has a point. Multiple, in fact. It’s not that you’re disgusted at the prospect of being paired with Luke- you’ve just… never considered it before, the thought foreign. The relationship between the both of you has always been friendly, borderline formal, even. So it would be nice to live your life without the unrelenting teasing and mocking from half the camp…

“Sure,” you say, attempting to mirror his casual demeanour. “I don’t mind.” His surprise directed at your compliance is evident; his eyebrows arch slightly.

He smiles at you, bemused, eyes reflecting the golden rays of sun beaming down from the summer sky. “Cool.”

An uncertain, electric thrill rushes through you. Nothing like this has ever happened before, and it’s so exhilarating already, and even more exciting. The pair of you shake on it- what’s the worst that could happen?

idk how to feel about this but i hope you like it<3

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[isolaradiale]

. . . . .

"Mmhm, I see, I see... Your father did tell us you had a bit of a mishap with your art project. We couldn't help coming to give some advice." Solaris muses, circling the diorama of the city. Currently, it's been moved to a coffee table.

"Yes, he told me I should try and spin it as if I had done such a thing on purpose. But I don't see how I could possibly..." "Oh, we had an idea for that!"

Mimosa flutters from behind, resting her hands on Janus' shoulders. The glint of mischief hiding in her rosy glasses does not escape his notice.

"We could help you mirror it in the city proper, you know!" "What?" "It's an interesting theory. The structures you made still stand, but what gives them life and personality has been greyed out." "I wouldn't say that--" "So how do you fix it? Do you paint them with the hues and values they're supposed to be, or do you pick something new?" "What do you do with the spots where the paint bled together? Do you paint over that, too?"

As the two bounce back and forth in this terrible game of brainstorming, Janus begins to put his hands to his cheeks in mounting horror.

"Oh, no. No no no. Absolutely not--" "If we make someone look like an old black and white movie, what happens? Will they try to change to technicolour?" "Would they paint themselves the colour palettes they're used to? Maybe it's something entirely different. If we make those hues correspond with their personalities..." "I--I'll have no part in this! The last time something like this happened, everything--" "Ah-ah, don't worry."

Mimosa leaves Janus side to twirl next to Solaris, who makes an artful pose himself, as if framing the splotchy mess of a diorama in his hands.

"We have this one completely under control. Not like last time." "I'll make sure of it. Just a little bit of editing... ah, Mimosa, what if we..."

Janus can only move his head as the two take their leave, watching them scheme and snicker. He turns back to look at the model of the city. And in a scramble that almost makes him trip over his own feet, he rushes to his boxes of paints.

"--I have to at least put the base coat back on, or they really won't have anything at all!"

. . . . .

Welcome to another zany event for the fall season! It looks like Mimosa and Solaris aren't done causing trouble, but this time, it should be harmless. Right? (Right...?)

Taking inspiration from a creative mishap, the Stars have decided to effectively render the city in greyscale--including the people residing in it--to see what really makes everyone so colourful. Thankfully, most people will start with a base hue.

What does that mean, though? Here's a handy-dandy list of notes!

As soon as it strikes midnight that night, your muse will find that they've been completely greyscaled, save for one colour that represents who they are at their core, and only that colour! - Think of it like those 'what colour is your soul' quizzes. If your muse was only one hue, what would it be? For example, a character that is inherently cheery might turn completely yellow or pink, while a hot-headed character may turn red or orange to reflect their personality.

Your muse cannot help but feel and act whatever hue/personality they seem to be. However! The more your muse interacts with the people around them, the more colours (and feelings/facets of their personality) will open up to them. This will also physically reflect on them. - If your cheery yellow muse bumps into a sad, blue muse, you'll both have a new colour to express. Now you can feel happy (yellow) AND sad (blue)! And perhaps a sort of melancholy joy, like watching your best friend win that prize you wanted instead of you. Of course, you're happy for them, but sad you didn't win. - Or maybe those two colours mix into being green with envy... And suddenly, you have a new colour ;3

Any inanimate object your muse interacts with (except their Island Issued Cell Phone) will take on your muse's hue. Every step you take will leave a colourful footprint in its wake, every hand rail will have colourful handprints. More on that later.

With enough interactions and perspectives, your muse will be back to their old selves in no time! If, that is, they want to go back to their old selves at all. Maybe another colour palette suits them better than before...?

"It can't be that easy, though."

And, you're right! The experiment did more than reduce everyone to solid (or no) colours! Some other strange things are happening, too. Such as...

The NPCs of the city have not escaped unscathed. Unlike you, though, they have no hue to them at all. However, they'll absorb colours from your muses by proximity and action. - If your deep-green jealous muse is around, NPCs will turn deep-green too, and may want what you have--and might try to take it by force. But a calm mint-coloured muse may just leave you alone and soak up some vibes. - This extends to creatures of the island, too, so watch out!

Sources of water in the city (the ocean, lakes, ponds, swimming pools, etc) will wash away at least one colour from you. (You can still drink and cook with it without any effect, though.) Better not get caught in a rainstorm any time soon!

To combat this, you can find paint cans with a random colour paint in them around the city. You never know what you're going to get, though!

The city itself is completely greyscale, so navigating it might be a challenge without any colourful landmarks to stand out. That being said, your muse will leave colour wherever they go, like they're a giant paint roller. And so will everyone else's muses! Figuring out populated areas will be Very Easy, but you might get disoriented in places that don't get a lot of foot traffic.

These are the major issues...... for now :)

FAQ

"Do I have to pick a hue at the beginning? I can't decide on one."

It's entirely possible that your muse can start in greyscale, and just has No Personality. In that case, they'll take on the hue of the first person they interact with.

"What do we do if a colour has multiple associations with it?"

Each association of that colour is a valid one, and there are no incorrect colour associations. Each colour is whatever you need it to be in the moment. The definition of "red" for your muse may not match the "red" of your RP partner--and that's okay! What may be helpful is to make an event info post explaining your colour choice, how you interpret it, and how it would affect your character!

"Do we have to stick to basic colours like red, yellow, green, blue, etc?"

Nope. Maybe your muse is a mauve, emerald, beige, or aquamarine. Pick any colour you think is best for the moment!

"In theory, could we use the paint cans laying around to add hues to others by splashing them with it or something?"

PVP is enabled, if you want to be a menace! (with mun permission, of course)

"Is the comic in black and white for plot reasons?"

No, I'm just lazy :c

Have a question you don't see on here? You can message the Masterlist!

See you in a week! Make sure to get as many colour perspectives as you can, okay? :)

[linawritestwst]

I like the s/o stubborn and naughty who always do some new mischief and that scolding works the opposite for them, it encourages them to be more naughty but s/o are very adorable in general idk xd so hcds with an s/o fem as well as in the description with pomefiore and neige <33

pomefiore and neige x stubborn and mischievous s/o headcanons (fem!reader)

this is probably ooc for neige, but whatever, twst isn't giving us any content with him anyway, so this is how i personally see him *grabs rsa students and rollo* twst may not treat you right but i will. I WILL also ngl i had a lot of fun writing this!

vil schoenheit.

♡ sometimes.. he really has no idea how to deal with you. no matter how much he tries to scold you or make you stop, you do the exact opposite and you just keep causing even more mischief. seriously, you are more troublesome than some freshmen. some students have no idea why vil fell in love with such a chaotic girl like you and even vil himself wonders why it happened, but.. he feels like he knows the answer already.

♡ vil is the type of person who quickly adjusts and fixes your clothes first and only after that he asks what you did this time. you have to look good when you're apologizing for your behavior after all. vil can be very strict with you, but he has his weak moments too and sometimes, showing him your cutest smile or giving him your tightest hug can be enough to make you go easy on you. he's not proud of those moments though and other students can clearly see him blushing after that.

♡ maybe vil fell in love with you because you make his life more.. interesting? he would never tell you that because he knows just how much you would tease him after and he also doesn't want to encourage you to cause more trouble. though he has to admit that you really can be very cute sometimes okay most of the time actually and he loves seeing your smile even if it's that smile of yours that means you're up to no good.

rook hunt.

♡ he actually likes your personality a lot and doesn't mind you being a troublemaker at all! there's no way anyone would get bored when you're around and you can easily make everything so much more interesting! and just when rook starts to think that he has figured out how your mind works, you surprise him again. haha, you really are his little trickster, aren't you?

♡ rook sees nothing wrong with what you're doing, honestly. and if anyone tries to accuse you of doing something, he always knows what to say to make others believe that you're actually innocent. and yes, you running to hug him and kiss him on the cheek as thanks is part of the reason why he does that. he just can't help it, you're so adorable, he can't let anyone ruin your fun!

♡ you're so unpredictable, rook doesn't get you at all, but that's what makes him fall in love with you even more. he wants to know more about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, but he also wants you to remain a mystery to him at the same time. sometimes, when you talk to him, rook just sits next to you and looks at you while saying nothing and still listening to every word you say. and sometimes you say such things that can shock even someone like him. also, he hopes you don't mind him watching you from time to time, he just wants to understand you better, that's all, haha..

epel felmier.

♡ hello?? you're literally gonna be the end of him?? he's always either too busy begging you to stop or he becomes into a red and flustered mess because of your teasing. when he's around vil, he tries to act more calm and he usually sounds like this: "u-um, y/n, i'm sorry, but can you please stop doing this? i don't think it's polite to act like this, you know.." but when it's just you two alone, he's much louder and more honest about his feelings. you just think of it as him feeling more comfortable around you and you're glad that epel loves you this much <3

♡ of course, you love to tease him in public too! oh no, you're suddenly feeling very sleepy, you sure hope epel doesn't mind you taking a nap on his lap.. he is trying so hard to keep calm. he's so embarrassed, he has no idea how to act when you do these things to him, what if vil sees him??.. though it does feel nice to have such a loving girlfriend who's not ashamed to show her feelings even when there's so many people around. it sure makes him feel more confident, hehe. w-wait, what do you mean vil is also there??

♡ epel has most likely fell in love with you exactly because of how open you are about your feelings. sometimes he wonders if you have any fears at all, because you're so brave, so confident, so honest.. you never stop being you even for a second and you don't care what other people might think of you. epel is the only person who you can listen to and still, it doesn't mean that you will actually take his advice. and you know that this boy secretly admires you and wishes he was just as brave as you.

neige leblanche.

♡ you know what. i can see him secretly or not so being into people like you. don't ask me why. he just thinks you're such a fun and interesting person! he doesn't get why others always tell him to be careful when you're around, you're so nice to him?? you always ask him for hugs and kisses and more attention in general, seriously, you're so cute! so yeah, it's basically just you, making use of neige's innocence, neige, who's glad to give you as much love as you want and rsa students, who thought neige will end up with a soft and gentle "princess" type of girl and. well. not someone like you.

♡ neige genuinely doesn't understand why people describe you as such a dangerous person. sure, you do have that mischievous personality, but it only makes you more interesting, right? you wish your boyfriend would give you a more unique reaction though. you try so hard to fluster him more, but he usually just goes "haha, y/n, you know that i love you too, but don't you think we should do this somewhere more private? you know, um, i'm pretty popular and all.." he's not gonna lie though, sometimes you make his heart beat a little too fast.

♡ surprisingly, it's actually easier for you to make neige react when it's just you two alone. perhaps it's because he feels like he doesn't have to be this cute boy who always smiles and who's always kind and polite to everyone, when you're around? maybe he can express himself more freely when it's just you? he's still more calm than you'd like him to be, but when you see his cheeks becoming a little bit red (and it's especially noticeable because of how pale his skin is), you know that you've done a good job.

[artzzyb00-27]

Jee-Yuns' Playtime

Jee-Yun centric cause she needs love! She's adorable😭, also I'm basing her personality off Lily from Modern Family and the stories of her going to daycare/pre-school and meeting kids whilst getting into mischief. No coherent storyline, just funny tidbits I think would happen when she ultimately goes to school.

After Jee-Yun turned four, Maddie and Chim decided she was ready for preschool(Hen convinced them too). The first few days had been great. The teachers and caretakers were super helpful and reported that she was on her best behavior. Wouldn't fuss when told no and wouldn't throw a tantrum when naptime was supposed to happen.

Everything was great. Till it wasn't. Which, okay, Maddie and Chim were dramatic, but to be fair they didn't expect her to be an imp this early. At least in front of others.

"She what?"

"She put a kid in time out." Mrs.Niamh answered smiling humorously.

"How?/Why?" The Buckley-Han parents wondered. Smiling brighter, trying not to laugh, Mrs.Niamh replied.

"He tried putting glitter on the floor and she caught him. Walked opposite of the room, yanked the glitter bottle out of his hands, and said, 'You'll get it back when you stop trying to sparkle the room! Go in the book corner!'." Makes sense. Jee-Yun hated glitter. It offended her to the core. One time Maddie tried putting some glitter in her fair for a small party with the firehouse crew and Jee ran to the garden hose and sprayed the glitter out of her hair. 

Other parents would be mad, obviously, but Maddie couldn't help but be impressed that she efficiently undid her tight hair and didn't get her clothes wet. Gotta recognize the tenacity I guess.

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"Mason was crying today."

"Oh no, how come?"

"Someone put sand in his hair." The dead tone in her voice was surprisingly enjoyable for the adults. Especially with something random or just outright sad. She was like Lily from Modern Family. Except, not a little bitch. No shade to her though, she's iconic.

"Awh, poor Mason. Did you help him get it out?" The silence was the only answer Maddie received. Raising a brow, Maddie turned slightly to her kid in the living room. Who was sitting on the floor drawing random things on the coffee table. "Jee?"

"I might have, been the one to put it in his hair." Not looking up but slowly coloring the mini poodle she drew. Pursing her lips, Maddie huffed through her nose trying not to break. She needed to set an example.

"Oh. Why?"

"He was in the way." Maddie has a few weaknesses. This was one of them.

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Dropping off Jee-Yun and Nia along with the boys at Athena and Bobby's was an idea. Whether it was a good idea was still up to debate between Chim and Buck. Anyway, Christmas was three weeks away and Athena liked to decorate early so they wouldn't stress about it later. So she got Harry, Christopher, Denny, and the girls to help out.

While the Denny worked on the garlands, Chris and Harry helped the girls put the ornaments on the lower part of the tree. Athena was working on the taller bits. Nia was being organized, moving some around if it didn't look proportional in her brain. Jee-Yun on the other hand couldn't care less for symmetry.

Looking down Athena laughed at the scene beneath her. Chris was handing Jee ornaments while she placed them where she wanted. And what she wanted was 9 ornaments on the same branch. Taking a quick picture, Athena sent it to the family group chat and was bombarded with 'awes'.

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During Spring the kids were able to go outside and enjoy nature in the backyard of their daycare. Jee-Yun was playing with ladybugs she found in the grass in the corner while the other kids were running around near the jungle gym and swings.

When she felt something hit her head, she rubbed the top of it and looked around. A branch had fallen from the tree in front of her. Looking up at it, Jee-Yun wondered what it would be like to be that high up. So she set out to find out.

Gripping the crevices of the tree as best she could she climbed up without letting any of her teachers notice. Once up to the top she looked around and saw the city buildings in the distance. Yawning, she realized she was tired and leaned backward on the tree closing her eyes. A small nap couldn't hurt, right?

It could be if your dad was a firefighter and your mom was a first responder. When the teacher noticed that the girl with purple shoes wasn't in her favorite corner of the classroom, she immediately informed someone. And that someone called 911. And the person who answered was May.

Who glanced over at Maddie enjoying her lunch peacefully. Yeah no, keep quiet for now till they get someone on it. And that they did, the 118 that is. Chim getting shot was less stressful than this. He was the one who convinced Maddie to leave his little girl at the daycare to relieve the stress on them and the team.

"Chim you gotta focus or you're staying near the truck," Bobby said firmly despite his worries building.

When arriving parents were already picking up their kids. Ignoring the children awing them, they walked over to the teacher who initially reported the missing girl.

"I only noticed till the last 30 minutes, how she slipped my view I don't know. She's always very outspoken!"

This was true. Jee-Yun was a force of nature that the world wasn't ready for.

"The last time I saw her was outside in the back near the jungle gym. I got distracted with other students." Chim didn't blame her, he didn't, but his dad mode was kicking up and he didn't want to be near her right now. Instead, he veered off with Ravi following him to look around the fence to ensure none of it was clipped or open.

As the others called out, Hen looked up at the rustle in the leaves. Getting directly underneath she looked up and saw little feet dangling.

"Jee!" She yelled out multiple times gathering the attention of her team.

"No sarang, ireona!" Chim yelled in Korean waking up the girl successfully. Rubbing her eyes, she looked down and saw her family beneath her.

"Hi, Daddy!"

Breathing out a sigh of relief, the team got the ladder and got her down.

"Wanna explain why you gave your teacher a heart attack by climbing a tree?"

"I wanted to know what it would be like to be a branch. And I was sleepy."

Laughing at her explanation, the teacher thanked them, farewelled the 2/3 Buckley-Han duo, and left. Putting Jee-Yun in the fire truck was a fun car ride back to the station.

When they told the story to Maddie back home, they all laughed while watching Turning Red. Chim couldn't help but compare the girl in overalls to his passionate and blunt daughter.

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches

im back and today I'm trying something a little different

Now I know I've written with baby/younger Harry in at least one fic before but I've never written anything with teenage harry cause I'm not a fan of golden trio era obviously lol

But I thought I'd spice it up a bit and try it cause why not (also this idea is amazing or maybe i dont have any others lmao and I don't wanna waste it)

So yeah enjoy

There was never a dull moment in the ancient house of black, always some commotion or excitement going on.

But somehow Sirius always found a way to get bored.

Maybe it was because he was always cooped up here, or maybe the anticipation of the though or idea of being needed for a mission of sorts and then the disappointment when it doesn't happen led to him being almost constantly bored or moody, Remus would take bored over moody any day.

Thankfully, Sirius almost always found Harry to help cure his boredom as Harry usually was also bored out of his mind.

Unfortunately, Sirius almost always found Harry to help cure his boredom as Harry usually was also bored out of his mind.

He swore, those two would tear the house down one day. Sirius with his clever mind full of ideas for pranks and mischief alike and Harry's lean, younger body that could easily climb up onto and crawl into things.

When Remus heard noise coming from Harry's room he headed upstairs to see what the issue was, preparing himself for whatever mess the boy had gotten into.

His surprise must have shown on his face to find Sirius sitting on Harry's hips and squeezing his sides and ribs causing said boy to laugh, eyes shut tight in his mirth.

"Harry's ticklish!" Sirius exclaimed with a grin before returning to torturing helpless Harry. Memories of the times he himself had tickled Harry when he was a baby came flooding back to Remus.

He didn't bring it up but stayed and watched from the sidelines for a bit, silently observing the similarities in Harry and James. The way Harry threw his head back and cackled when someone went for a bad spot, how he snickered if you poked him in the ribs.

Remus soon left them (much to Harry's dismay) not wanting to get too nostalgic.

This started happening more often. Sirius would sigh something along the lines of "I'm bored", smirk and then trot off (quite litterly, he would usually transform into Padfoot), moments later you'd here loud gigging.

Harry didn't mind fooling around with his godfather, he actually enjoyed it alot (as far as Remus knew). But that didn't mean that he didn't crave a little revenge from time to time.

So Remus wasn't surprised when Harry came up to him asking for help.

"Hey, Remus?" Harry asked as he entered. Remus looked up from his book to answer.

"Yes Harry?" He watched as Harry sat down on the opposite chair to talk to him.

"I need some.. assistance."

"What with? Homework?" Remus was always prepared to help with homework, it was a bad habit he'd developed from back when he was at school. Plus becoming a teacher for a short time didn't help either.

"No, not homework." Harry shifted, a little uncomfortable.

"Uhm.. if it's something else, I-I don't think I would be the best-"

"Oh! Oh no! It's nothing like that!" Harry quickly shook his head. Remus sighed in relief.

"Oh okay, good. What can I help you with then?"

"Well, I need some help to get Sirius back for constantly t-tickling me." Harry grinned sheepishly when Remus smirked and nodded in understanding. "You know him the best out of anyone in the house so I thought I'd ask you."

"You came to the right person," A million ideas came to Remus on ways to get him back, some of them things Remus had even done.

"Did Sirius ever tell you that he himself is extremely ticklish?" Harry's jaw dropped and he shook his head.

"Sirius is ticklish?!" Remus let himself grin devilishly.

"Why don't I show you." Remus left his book in his chair as Harry followed him out of the room. "Oh, grab the cloak."

"What for?" Harry asked.

"Just trust me, I know what I'm doing." Harry shrugged and ran up to his room. He returned shortly with the cloak in hand.

He wordlessly put it on and followed Remus into the sitting room where Sirius was sat. Remus felt Harry linger by the door, waiting for a signal to take the cloak off.

"Hi." Remus said, sitting down on the couch nearby to Sirius.

"Hey, Moons." Sirius sighed, letting his head fall onto the back of the chair.

"You okay?" Remus let concern seep into his voice. Sirius shrugged. "You want a hug?"

Sirius nodded and hopped up from his armchair to crawl into Remus' lap and wrap his arms around him.

"Anything on your mind you wanna talk about?" Remus knew not to push Sirius for answers but also knew that Sirius liked to know that people cared enough to ask.

"No, not really.. just feeling a little down today, I don't mean to be a burden." Sirius looked up at him with his classic puppy dog eyes that he has when he's sad. Puppy dog eyes always cause Remus' heart to melt.

Remus kissed his nose and leaned his forehead against Sirius'.

"All better?" Sirius grinned and nodded.

"Yep, the world's problems were all just solved, nothing will ever be wrong again, thanks Moony." Sirius said sarcastically.

"Alright you snarky little sod-" Remus dug into Sirius' belly with one hand the other squeezing his thigh.

"Wahait!! Hold on, n-nohoho!! Remus!" Sirius exclaimed in shock as his arms were grabbed and held above his head

"Harry!" Remus called, using his longer legs to hold onto Sirius' so he couldn't kick.

Harry immediately dropped the cloak and rushed over, sitting down on Sirius' legs.

"Did you two fuckers plan this?" Get me distracted and then jump on me?" Harry laughed and nodded.

"You'll never break me! I have a stronger will than you think I do, even when you're using tortuous methods." Sirius shouted playfully.

"Softly scribble on his lower stomach." Remus instructed.

"NO!" Sirius arched his back, flopping in every direction.

Once Harry grabbed onto Sirius' belly and started lightly tracing, scribbling and scratching Sirius became less wiggly.

"Nooohohoho! I hahate soft tihihickles!" He whined, letting his head fall back onto Remus' shoulder.

"Soft tickles work really well on his stomach area, it drives him up the wall- as you can see." Remus smirked when Sirius hid his face in Remus' neck. "But, harder tickles work well down there as well, including digging, kneeding, raspberries-"

"What's a raspberry?" Harry stopped his tickling to look perplexed. Remus gasped at Sirius and dropped one of his hands that were holding onto Sirius' arms to dig into his exposed armpit.

"You've never showed him what a raspberry is!?" Remus said in surprise. "I'm ashamed of you!"

"I'm sohohohorry, I'm sorry!" Sirius laughed, his wiggling renewed.

"Harry switch spots with me." Sirius groaned as Remus grinned at him and sat on his upper thighs while Harry held onto Sirius' arms.

"Harry do not let go of him or he will hit me, okay?" Harry grinned and nodded. "Sirius, be good."

"I'll try. No guarantees I won't smack the shit out of you." Sirius said.

"Ready, Sirius?"

"Just do it." He mumbled.

"What did you say? Sorry I couldn't hear you, are you ready?"

"Yehes."

"Are you sure?" He teased.

"Yehehess."

"Are you really sure?"

"Mohohoony, stop!"

"Stop what?"

Sirius groaned and looked away. Remus saw his opportunity. He took a deep breath and quickly hiked up Sirius' loose shirt and blew a little below Sirius' naval, a sweet spot on himself.

Sirius went into a laughing fit, immediately trying to curl in on himself. Remus continued to raspberry across his torso to keep him constantly laughing before reluctantly giving him a break.

"That is a raspberry, Harry." Remus said as he and Harry went back to their original spots. "And Sirius' favorite thing, isn't it Sirius?"

"I ha-hate you both." He replied.

"I've barely done anything! Plus, you deserve this for all the times you've tickled me." Harry said indignantly.

"You guys still suhuHUCK!!" Sirius yelped. Harry had just experimentally poked his hips.

"Oh yeah, that's a bad spot." Remus said after see where Harry's hands were.

"Shut up!" Sirius shouted.

"I don't think you wanna be saying that in your position." Remus said up close to his ear, as teasingly as possible.

Meanwhile Harry had started pinching Sirius' hips to see what would get the best reaction. All of the methods he tried got Sirius to positively cackle but squeezing gave the best results.

Remus was still whispering teases in Sirius' ear and along with the hip tickles, Sirius was in hell.

"IT'S SO BAHAHAD!" Sirius knew his face had to be bright red. "P-PLEHEASE STOP!!"

With one final small raspberry to the neck Remus stopped and nodded at Harry to do the same.

"Learned your lesson? You gonna leave Harry alone for a bit?" Remus let go of Sirius wrists, using his arms to hug Sirius instead. Sirius huffed and nodded in response.

Sirius grabbed Harry and pulled him into their little cuddle pile, wrapping him in a hug.

"I'm tired, you two tickled the energy out of me." Sirius sighed. Remus kissed the side of his head.

"You'll live." Harry answered.

"Alright, Mr. Sass king." Sirius poked Harry's belly.

"Noho!" Harry turned onto his stomach to block the pokes. "No tickles!"

"Okay, okay! No tickles. Right, Remus?" Sirius turned to look at him.

Remus nodded from the crook of Sirius' neck. "No tickles."

"Good." Harry answered, letting his head rest on Sirius' chest and his arms return the favor and wrap around Sirius.

"Did you two date at hogwarts?" Harry asked after a few minutes of silence.

"That's a long story." Remus told him.

"I have time.." Harry said.

Sirius and Remus glanced at each other before silently agreeing to tell him. Harry deserved to know.

Sirius started off with how they met on the train station with Remus adding in little bits to the story as they went. By the time they made it to Remus' fourteenth birthday Harry was dozed off.

Sirius rested his head against Harry's, letting his body relax for the first time in a while. Remus kissed Sirius' shoulder once he knew he was asleep.

"Love you Harry, love you Pads.." Was the last thing he thought before drifting off to sleep.

This turned out to be a bit lengthy but finally one of my daydreams comes to life

Hope you liked

[mintytealfox]

//slides in here You want Alicenort headcanons I have come to deliver (fun fact I am the same anon that sent the word vomit of Alicenort stuff and the Golden Canary headcanon so le boo fhdjsk)

Enjoy reading.

A headcanon I hold dear to my heart is the fact Norton kind of follows Alice around a kin to a lost puppy (yes, even his hunter form, yes it has spooked her) sometimes. No one knows why, and when pressed about Norton will just tell people to shove off (lol).

Another headcanon I have is Alice and Norton together. Be like trapped in the manor forever idea or the fun idea they escaped together, Norton helps Alice out. Alice is the one person who Norton doesn't mind helping because she gets him. Sure, Norton will still be an ass about it sometimes, but its more of a playful teasing ass that Alice would and can play along with. Plus the two are a terrifying combo together. Norton is the brawns and cunning street smarts while Alice is the book smarts and detective skills. They get into a lot of mischief together, even with Norton's hunter form throw into the mix. Examples of this are: Norton and Alice going off the beaten map and exploring, maybe him lifting heavy stuff up for Alice to squeeze into to find something or lifting Alice herself up into vents. Or Alice knowing the ins and outs of the manor well, so she knows how to sneak around and teaches Norton all the passages it holds so he can move around quickly.

Adding to this too, while they work well together, they also know when to let the other go and do their own thing since it can and WILL get results. Even if the other has to clean up after them.

Also a bonus headcanon thats not 100% Alicenort related, but kind is near the end headcanon: Norton owns a hunting knife that he has on person 24/7. Has this resulted in him stabbing hunters? Yes. Has this also resulted in him stabbing his fellow survivors? Probably, maybe, okay only when he is very out of it and they spook him (fight of flight response and Norton screams the fight response). Alice knows about this and usually calls out to Norton to makes her presence known when he is like this.

yyyyeeeeeeEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Welcome BACK 🤣👏👏👏 I am thoroughly enjoying what my eyes are seeing here 👀

The image of massive rock man slowly following Alice around like a giant duckling LOOL The 'not like I care about her or anything' vibes have me laughing lool "Alice fell down" (she didn't) Fool's Gold: "SHE WAHT" -looks at the camera- "told you he cares about her"

GOSH YES! He strikes me as someone who doesn't accept help anymore because he is waiting for the price or strings that follow or just the rejection (he will take free stuff though lol). So to have this reporter lady just helping him cause she wants to is likely so wild at first. Able to spot what he likes or needs and is a step ahead with helping him cause she knows he will wait too long or just never ask lol -out on the field trying do get out the gate- Norton: "Okay I need to get--" Alice -places the exact tool he needs in his hand- Norton: ......💞🤌🤌

Alice could 100% handle him lol Good for her honestly 🤣

Oh my gosh YES! This dude has hella strength. Like, this dude can handle working in the mines with his lungs barely working and still lugging around rubble and whacking through it all with a pickaxe, with very little food fueling him. This dude lives on ambition and spite alone ah Then Alice over here seeing stuff like 'that bird is a particular shade of blue so that means we are near this place where something crazy happened' and running right towards the danger as Norton has to run after her. Her getting them involved with so much garbage loool but they have been through so much in their lives that honestly why not, by this point 🤣 LOL the image of them trying to break into a business, (to get the sussy documents so they could have the proof that the business is corrupt and have them close down), and Norton lifting up Alice so she can slip through the window LOL Alice: "do I weigh anything to you?" Norton: "no, its like holding a couple of grapes"

Gosh yea, them knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses like the backs of their hands. 🤌🤌🤌🤌

He is a fighter FOR SURE 1000000% Feral Norton has my heart feeling the ouchies for him and Alice needing to act accordingly owww oowww

AHH THANK YOU FOR THIS FEAST AAAHHH 👏👏👏👏

[h3apm3ch4n151m]

Wanted to cook up something idk

This is my debut as a twst writer crack fic ✨ The Alien Azul made by @strawberrymilk-sunshine fueled this idea it's her fault

*disintegrates*

Anyways

"Y/n, go faster, faster!" Floyd giggles and waves his hands in the air like a mad man while a certain someone is quietly shaking.

"Oh, would you look at Azul. Are you okay?" Jade asks from the ground.

You and Floyd were just trying to test how fast the both of you can go in a single broom with your weights outside of Ramshackle.

But Azul was nagging how he needed Floyd at the lounge while he had Jade as his backup.

You and Floyd only looked at eachother then smiled.

With no words exchanging you moved the broom towards Azul and picked him up by the back of his collar to fly and set him behind you.

And that's how you three were in this position.

"Y/n, for seven's sake I need to-"

"Do you guys wanna touch some clouds?" You cut off Azul with your beam and excitement.

Floyd immediately agrees, "I wanna try!"

Azul's face went pale as chalk.

YEAHHHH LET'S GO

Azul will get a restraining order because of you.

Before anyone could say anything you lift off the ground in a terrifying speed.

"Y/n go faster, faster!"

And faster you did. However you can't miss the shaking thing behind you.

"Y/n, this is a waste of time, stop it this instant!" Azul's tome was wavering, his tone missing the point of the order.

Broski thought he did something 😭

"Nahhhhhh"

"STOP!" Now Azul's tone was firm. You stopped. Though you were only at the tip of NRC

Which is preeety high.

Azul sighed and composed himself while Floyd pouted.

"Stop listenin' to Azul, just go!"

"FLOYD, THIS IS ENOUGH."

"Ehhhhhh?! But I wanna touch the clouds!"

"Floyd, now is NOT the time!"

Annoying. The two of them are annoying. Can't they both stop?!

"Y/n put us down." Azul's tone became serious now.

You only stayed quiet. Not turning around and just looking down. There was a small pause and Azul decided to break it.

"Y/n, can you hear m-" Then you turned around with a closed eyed smile. Azul got taken aback for a moment.

With no warning you flip the broom upside down, causing the two other to hold the broom by one hand while you do the same.

Azul's hand slipped but you caught his hand in time. You look at Azul in the eye who has panic all over his face. While Floyd was having the time of his life.

"You wanna be put down so bad? Here." Your eyes had a glint of mischief rivaling Jade's malicious intent. And a smile almost as deranged as Floyd's.

WHAT HAS THESE TWO EELS DONE TO YOU?!

"W-WA-"

"What's wrong, didn't you wanna be put down?" Your smile drops then you look down at him devoid of emotion.

You scare him.

He's starting to hyperventilate, and by the great seven's empathy he looked down.

Everything started to wobble in his vision. But before he could have a seizure something hoisted him up and the broom wasn't upside down anymore.

Before he knew it he was touching grass again. Floyd's happy screaming was the only thing that snapped him out on whatever the hell happened to him.

"AAAAAAHHHH THAT WAS FUN!" You also exclaimed.

Jade was looking at Azul.

"Oh, what happened to Azul?" He asks with a bit of amusement.

"JADE, JADE, Y/N TURNED THE BROOM UPSIDE DOWN!"

Floyd stop shaking Jade he's about to pass out.

He felt pretty uhm uncomfortable when Floyd said that

He's lucky he's not on that broom haha

"Welp, ya guys got what you wa-" You got cut off by... Sniffling?

Oh Azul is crying. AZUL IS CRYING.

Shat and it's all your fault

"Uhhhh" you were practically speechless what on earth were you supposed to do eat his tears???

"You look pretty when you cry" What the hell is wrong with you

Floyd just Burt's out laughing while Jade is resisting the urge to pop his lung.

Then Azul chokes on air

He needs that restraining order.

[shadowmaat]

Mischief and Misinformation, part 4

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Quinlan Vos was exhausted. His whole body burned with it. Even his locs were tired. But at least the training mission had gone well. There'd barely even been any explosions.

Of course just because the mission was over didn't mean his headaches were.

"But why?" asked an entirely-too-chipper voice behind him.

He bit back a groan. Somewhere in the Temple, he knew his Master was laughing at him.

"Because," he growled at his Padawan.

"Because why?" Aayla asked, unrepentant as always.

She was too old to be in the why stage, but that wasn't stopping her. When he'd asked her why, she'd quoted Master Yoda's bullshit about how Padawans learned from Masters, but Masters also learned from Padawans. The next time he saw the little troll he was going to punt him out the window.

"Because the Force wills it," he said. He couldn't even remember what the original question had been. All he wanted was bed. And a shower. Or maybe drag his bed into the shower.

"Why-"

"The Force wills many things, Knight Vos," interrupted a voice from his nightmares, "But some of them are entirely the fault of younglings with more hubris than sense."

He snapped upright, putting on his best smile.

"Master Nu! What an absolute delight it is to see your lovely young face out of the Archives."

Her look could strip the paint off a star destroyer. He tried to get his sluggish brain to work; had he forgotten to return something? Had Aayla?

"If you'll excuse us, Padawan Secura," Nu said, favoring Aayla with a frosty smile, "I'm afraid your Master and I need to discuss something."

Warning prickled in the Force.

"Actually, Master..." He started to back up. "Aayla was just asking me about some important after-mission procedures-"

"I asked if I could have a tooka," the little traitor interjected.

"Right, the Tooka Initiative, and I was just-"

"QUINLAN VOS YOU ABSOLUTE BAS- BROCCOLI!"

Quin had never been so relieved to see Obi-Wan, even if his friend looked like a human thundercloud.

"Obi-Wan!" Grinning, he made straight for the little storm, preferring it to whatever cataclysm Nu had planned. "Right on time! Always good to see you! Come along, Aayla," he stage whispered before continuing to address Obi-Wan. "Why don't we go catch up over lunch! Dinner? Breakfast! Whatever meal it is!"

"Do NOT think you can charm your way out of this, Vos!" Nu warned behind him.

"Quin, do you have ANY idea how much trouble you've caused me?" Obi-Wan snapped, coming to a halt in front of him.

"Uh, I'm sure this is just some misunderstanding!" Quin raised his hands, his smile growing a little strained.

A crinkle of cellophane had him glancing aside to see Aayla sat on the floor of the hangar, munching from a bag of poppers. Traitor.

"Knight Kenobi," Nu said. "While I appreciate that your grievance is a personal one, may I remind you that it started because Knight Vos sliced my Archive and altered my information?"

Adrenaline was working wonders for his thinking. Slicing the Archive? He hadn't done that since...

"Oh, shit, someone finally found that?" He burst out laughing, ignoring Obi-Wan's hiss and hand-flap at Aayla. She'd heard worse language. Hell, most of it she'd learned from Anakin.

"I'm glad you find the matter of the Archive's security so amusing, Knight Vos."

Nu's tone was so chilly he half-expected his breath to fog.

"Look, I'm sorry, Jo- Master," he corrected, seeing the look in her eye. "That was ages ago and I honestly forgot all about it or I might have corrected it myself."

Not likely, but it was what everyone wanted to hear.

"This isn't about correcting it," Nu said, "it's about you doing it in the first place!"

"Why?"

The question was barely a whisper, but it cut right through his amusement to hit him in the heart. He looked at Obi-Wan and fought the urge to look away again.

His friend's renewed grief was his fault; even if he hadn't intended it, even if he couldn't have known what would happen, he had to own that responsibility.

"I'm sorry, Obes. Truly. I had no idea my little prank would remain undiscovered for so long, or that..."

"Half the Temple now seems to think Master Jinn was some kind of- of irresponsible monster."

Quin winced, moving forward to hug Obi-Wan. "I never liked him, but yeah, he was really good for you. Like, tooth-rottingly good."

Obi-Wan snorted into his shoulder.

"That was half the joke, you know. Everyone back then knew how amazing the two of you were together. If my edits had been found back then it would've been obvious something was wrong."

Small arms hooked around his waist and Obi-Wan's as Aayla joined the hug, her poppers abandoned.

"Life is always in motion, Knight Vos." Master Nu's voice was softer than it had been. "It's always changing, as are we, and what was once common knowledge becomes obscure." She sighed. "It's why the accuracy of the Archives is so important."

Obi-Wan took a shuddering breath and stepped back, looking Quin in the eye. Quin mouthed another apology and he nodded.

"You're assigned to the Archives until I say otherwise," Nu continued. "The damage you did has been fixed, but we're going to go through the whole Archive to see if anyone else took advantage of the security flaw to change our records."

Quin made a face, earning a weak smile from Obi-Wan. Going through the Archives would be so boring, but while he'd never admit it, Master Nu was right; accuracy was important.

"Understood, Master Nu," he said. "I think I may also write up a more truthful account of the Jinn-Kenobi Power Partnership and get it put in the Temple Tracker."

Everyone kept up with the Tracker; the fastest way to disseminate information in the Temple. Other than rumor, itself, which clearly had its downsides.

Nu made a sound of approval. "An excellent idea. See you first thing in the morning, Knight Vos." She paused. "My morning."

Bootheels clicked as she left.

"You know her mornings start at-"

"I know." Quin sighed the sigh of the doomed.

Obi-Wan's smile was a little more solid this time. "I'm still mad at you, you know."

"I know," he said. "And I'm grown up enough to admit I deserve it."

"You? Grown up?" Obi-Wan looked down at Aayla. "Is this true?"

She shook her head. "On Zug he got his head stuck in a-"

"Hey, now," Quin put a hand over her mouth, which did little to stifle her giggles. "Don't listen to her, she thinks black melons taste good."

An indignant squeal answered this.

"Oh, I think the two of us could share some very interesting stories," Obi-Wan said, winking at Aayla.

"No, you couldn't," Quin said, alarmed at the idea of them comparing notes, but relieved that for now, at least, his friend had recovered some of his equilibrium.

Aayla pulled his hand away from her mouth, careful not to touch skin.

"Wanna eat with us?" she asked. "We just got back and I'm tired, but also hungry, and so's Master even though he won't say it."

"Tired, yes. Hungry?" Quin shrugged, but the gurgling of his stomach betrayed him.

The hesitation on Obi-Wan's face melted into amusement.

"I was on my way to grab some caf and a muffin," he said.

"Oh, good!" Aayla reached up, taking his hand and leading him away. "I can tell you all about the tooka Master promised I could get."

"I promised nothing of the sort!" Quin caught up, draping an arm over Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Like I said, nothing but lies from this kid."

"Gee, I wonder where she learned that?"

They were teaming up against him. That spelled trouble for the future, but right now, he was happy to be with two of his favorite people.

[mochiwrites]

"impulse hearing scar say he'd take the heads of the soup group" imumscarian thoughts :0 I have So Many impulse thoughts just like. in general, at any given point. He is so earnest, but also SO awkward and concerned with what the people he cares about think of him. He just wants to do his best for his loved ones and get their approval. as you can imagine, his 3rd Life pov broke my HEART oh my god

So he starts the resistance, right? Because grumbot - the robot child of two of the people he loves - told him to. (If that isn't how it happens in the AU ignore that thought asdhdjskfl) And the other person he loves, LOVES mischief and causing problems and undermining authority. Scar would love the idea of going against Ren, right?? And so would Grian, if he were not missing and/or possessed! They can get this distracting king business out of the way and get back to figuring out what's up with Grian ASAP, and Impulse will be instrumental in getting that accomplished, and his boyfriends/future boyfriends are going to be SO proud of him -

And then he sees Scar standing at the king's side. With the king. Willing to kill Impulse at the drop of a hat without question or mercy. And seemingly not bothered at all anymore by the weird things going on with Grian. It's like a punch to the gut.

All Impulse wants is for Scar to say "great work Impulse!" and see that beautiful grin directed at him. Instead all he gets to hear is a triumphant "hOtGuY!" shout and the sight of a cold smirk as one of the men he loves more than anything tries to kill him because a false king said so :(

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(Sorry this is so long I heard "au thoughts" and got excited)

IMPULSE IN THIRD LIFE KILLS ME OHMYGOD. YOU GET ME !!!!!!

impulse is So loyal to the people he loves, like Ride or Die kind of loyal.

and y’know, imumscarian have all known each other for a while. living in boatem only strengthened their feelings. they all probably became aware of their feelings during s8, maybe even had plans to confess too, yk? but with the impending moon crash…. it just never happened

so enter s9, and it’s a world of new opportunities! mumscarian are all basing near each other, and impulse is with the soup group for fun pranks and shenanigans (and maybe pearl and gem have plans to help impulse with his crushes….).

and things start off pretty well! they’re all hanging out and flirting and oh someone should make a move, really.

but then ren becomes king and things start changing.

I think impulse is still told by grumbot to start a resistance, and he’s absolutely ready to recruit scar and mumbo. he tried to recruit grian, infamous “starts wars”, but he laid out a Very detailed plan of resisting the resistance.

and then things start happening and Oh. Oh scar is siding with ren. and oh man, I have to watch a bit of scar’s stuff with ren to really nail a reason Why he joins the king… but I can Promise you that impulse isn’t going to have a fun time. (maybe he’s going to spend some time convincing scar to join the resistance… 👀)

also you don’t have to apologize for the long ramble !!!! :D those are Always welcomed <3 if you have any more feel free to spam away <33

[schrodingers-water-wet]

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"I have a massive favor to ask of you," Nightmare normally wouldn't be concerned when being asked for help. The look in Inks eyes made him feel dread. That hopeful look, with a hint of mischief. The knife in his hand didn't help but he clearly wasn't meant to acknowledge it yet.

"Will I want to help you?" Nightmare pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Oh definitely not, but please hear me out it's important to me!" Ink held the knife up, now it was alright for Nightmare to acknowledge it, "I want you to stab me,"

"No."

"You haven't even heard me out!" Ink put the knife down, having realized he came in too strong.

"I do not need to hear you out. I know your request will fall along the lines of testing some healing magic or some oddity you're curious about. I am not going to be compliant in your shenanigans,"

"You make it sound so bad. Now hear me out- I want you to try and kill me. I'm curious what would happen! The worst case I'll be reset and it's certainly not the first time that's happened. The Multiverse can't go on without me so I wanna test my limits,"

Nightmare had a lot of replies he wanted to make to that request. It was such a loaded thing right off the bat. Then Ink brought in his own resets, which may not have hurt him but certainly caused those who knew him before the last one a lot of strife.

"...Why ask me?"

"Who else would I ask? Dream? Blue? Error?"

"There are plenty of murderous people out there who would help you," Ink did have something resembling a point. Nightmare really was the best choice out of everyone the artist knew. It made him quince a little thinking about it.

"Well speaking of mildly murderous, I considered asking C. He'd be my first choice but-! He'd be too enthusiastic at the idea. You wouldn't be!"

"Uh huh. So you only come to visit when you want violence enacted in your name," Nightmare turns back to his book. Ink doesn't believe for a second he's actually reading it. He's like a sitcom dad pretending to read the paper to show his disappointment, "Go find someone else to kill yourself on."

"But they'll make it hurt. If this goes wrong I don't want it to hurt. I know you'll make it quick if things go sideways,"

"Ask Killer. He'd be a more willing participant,"

"Too enthusiastic again. He's been wanting to kill me since I cheated at monopoly." Ink always cheats at monopoly. Nightmare was fairly confident everyone he has ever played the game with has cheated at monopoly.

"I do not care what you do with yourself. Go bother somebody who does,"

"You're kinda proving my point about you being the best choice. Since you don't care and all," Ink pushed down Nightmares book. So they could look at one another.

"I don't care enough to incovience myself with you," Ink attempted to do puppy eyes, "being pathetic is antithetical to your cause. Vulnerability generally makes people want to protect the source, not kill it,"

"But you're a big scary guy who loves killing vulnerable people,"

"Perhaps I will take you up on that offer."

"Threatening to murder me is, 'antithetical to your cause,' of not killing me,*

"I will make it painful." Nightmare leaned forwards threateningly, lowering his voice to something terrifying. Ink stepped away, laughing awkwardly.

"Come on Night! Stop playing hard to get. It's not like this would be the first time you tried to kill me. This time I'll let you succeed, you just gotta not make it hurt."

"Find another cliff to throw yourself off of," Nightmare settled back down in his seat properly.

[thousand-sunnies]

OKAY OKAY SO first of all i already said this in dms but you're right reading marineford first is an insane decision for many reasons. but at the same time i bet it has given you a fascinating introduction to the story so i respect it

putting the rest under read more because i have never been concise in my life and i was not about to start today, clearly

secondly, the law-cora-sengoku dynamic is something alright. imagine the family dinners. i STILL haven't reached the sengoku bit in dressrosa (the person i'm watching with is away for the weekend so we have made no progress), but i cannot WAIT to see him and law in a scene together. what an awkward foundation for a relationship. would be even more awkward in the benefits universe where law has to call up sengoku and be like "hey so about that."

(who am i kidding, law is absolutely NOT calling up sengoku. cora might, eventually, but tbh i think the funnier option is that he stalls long enough that he gets a wanted poster simply by association with the heart pirates, and sengoku has his peaceful morning perusal of the newspaper interrupted by his Definitely Used To Be Dead Son's picture among the bounties. and under that name? seriously?)

(...okay maybe the name thing isn't that surprising.)

ALSO FHKDLGFDHJ YOU'RE SO RIGHT the sanji-zoro-kuina dynamic is diametrically opposed. they just each have some very deeply ingrained beliefs and views that make them incapable of getting along. zoro knew this was going to happen. he was dreading this day. nami is patting him on the back in solidarity but secretly she's glad he's getting a taste of what he and sanji are like to the rest of the crew on any other day.

though of course to be fair sanji is NOT an active participant in the fights, but that obviously makes kuina even more mad, and it's a whole vicious cycle. honestly, i think in the actual canon source material that's a difference they Couldn't get over, not with how sanji is. but it's MY fic and I choose the characterization i can bend to my will, so. they can get some mutual understanding. as a treat.

THE LAWLU FAE THING OKAY. okay. see in my mind the defining things about fae are the real name thing, the food thing, and the (not) lying/promises. and law fits them all in a pretty conventional fae sense. but LUFFY oh my god. he ALSO fits them all but like very to the left. this is a guy who introduces himself by his full name to anyone he meets. he doesn't give a shit about any conventions, or convoluted dynamics, or lies by omission. but most importantly he believes in freedom so strongly that the idea of owning someone or being owned by someone is just... inconceivable to him.

in the reverse scenario law is just trying to, hell, throw his hands up and give up on his life by quite literally handing it over to someone else. but he just HAPPENS to stumble upon the world's most unconventional fae who doesn't want that, thank you very much, and gives him a nickname, and won't leave him the fuck alone to try it with someone else either. (and law just thinks he's a minor nuisance, one of those faeries who cause small-scale mischief, right up until he gets a demonstration of just how powerful luffy really is, and then. then he's just more confused tbh)

cannibalism 🥰🥰🥰 see i'm not very good at writing doomed relationships - i like my happy endings, i can't imagine myself getting motivated enough to writing a fully tragic story, or even heavy angst - but my god is there ever something so tasty about the concept, especially in the way you described it skhgfrjdhkf. especially with zoro and sanji (a guy who made protecting his crew his entire life's mission, and a guy who is shown time and time again to be self-sacrificial to a fault), and they both have this NEED to keep the other safe, but in this scenario, these are incompatible goals. and they are not exactly the sort to sort stuff out with ~healthy communication~, so it festers. they resent each other for pushing it, and themselves for being in this situation, and if only i had been better, then it wouldn't be like this in the first place-

(anyway if i ever write this it will not be anything nearly as dramatic. my writing brand is generally lighthearted with maybe a few deep conversations thrown into the mix. but by god its fun to think about)

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY IDEAS MAN...... i'd be absolutely happy to talk about them more, as you can tell i cannot keep my mouth shut ever :D also oh my god "blessing the narrative" THATS EXACTLY WHAT IT IS....... luffy has changed everyone around him on such a fundamental level that even if he doesn't remember anything, everyone who does will go on to cause every ripple effect ever. they're changing this damn world for the better now that they know how it goes, because it's the right thing to do, and also because their captain/friend/saviour/etc will be so disappointed if they don't. (i have precisely one scene drafted for this idea, and it's robin talking to cora on minion island. yes i may be a little obsessed with letting cora live, but in my defence he deserves it.)

(also the cora and ace resurrection shenanigans are, indeed, cora-and-ace resurrection shenanigans. yes it's unrealistic. yes it makes less sense. but you're damn right it compels me too. i just. i really don't like characters dying okay-)

ANYWAY THIS ALSO GOT VERY VERY LONG BUT THANK YOU SOSO MUCH THE OPPORTUNITY TO YELL IS ALWAYS VERY APPRECIATED <333

i think i would go insane for literally any of the fics u mentioned in the tags of that post??? SEQUEL TO THE BENEFITS OF DRINKING WITH STRANGERS???????? (i read that fic twice in a row the first time) i would love to see the interplay between sanji's ideals/hangups and shimotsuki "i take no bullshit" kuina. sanji offering himself up in the most literal sense to feed someone else. listen the cannabalism as an act of service. help im losing my mind. also i can only imagine the degree of "????????" going through ace's mind every step of the way through a lesson in changing the world. dude im going to be thinking about this Forever. that's not even half of what you've got going through my brain

OH DUDE THIS IS SO NICE OF YOU DHEJDKEKJD I WILL BE USING THIS AS MOTIVATION

benefits is def one of my favourite things i’ve ever written (i LOVE cora SO MUCH) so i really want to write that one! i’m at the very end of the dressrosa arc in the anime by now so im just looking forward to the sengoku scene, because i want to like get the vibes before i write his and rosi’s reunion yknow

the sanji and kuina thing oh my god i have that fic half written, but then i went insane about marineford and temporarily lost the drive, but i still maintain that the concept of it would be SO FUN to explore. kuina and sanji just fundamentally Can’t Get Along with how sanji is in canon, and zoro is in the middle of that particular clash…

CANNIBALISM AS AN ACT OF SERVICE OH MY GOD……. you know. vampire stuff is so normalised in our storytelling that i do not instinctively consider it cannibalism. but holy shit you’re right it fucking is and oh my god hold on there’s something about zeff here- AHEM point is cannibalism as an act of service is always a beloved trope i need to think about this more.

and yes it’s SO funny to imagine how confused ace is throughout a lesson in changing the world, i am Really excited to write that one. there’s a lot of stuff from his pov that the marines wouldn’t know about, like the whole luffy and the prisoners on a warship thing, but especially the thought process he’s going through in the time leading up to his execution and up on the platform is SOOO interesting to think about, so im excited :D

ANYWAY OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH AND IF YOU THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE LET ME KNOW because i always want to yell about my ideas or other people’s ideas!!!!

[justyouraverageanonbloghere]

Soul Owner

To be honest with you my life wasn't one worth complaining about, but it sure wasn't one I was crazy with having. Growing up in a small town where hardly anything new happens. Same old shit, same old different day.

Oh? Me? I'm just another closted gay kid in the sticks. I was from the city but when my mom fell for this farmer guy, I was forced to move out here. Nowadays I just spend my days in the town because my new step-dad kicks me out of my room all the time. While I was walking down the very small networked streets, I couldn't help but just go to the nearest alleyway to take my anger out on a few bags of trash. I was wearing steel toe boots so at least my feet were somewhat protected should there be glass or metal.

I wasn't angry at my mom for wanting to live her life in happiness. I was angry that I was forced to be a part of a community that would immediately lynch me if word got out that I was gay.

As I took my anger out on the trash, one happened to split open. And there among the garbage was this crazy looking necklace that could've came out of a movie. Normally I don't mess with stuff like that but I couldn't help but take it and put it on. Next thing I realize is that my body becomes intangible and I was practically hovering slightly in the air. I was practically a spirit now!

Throughout the day I was partaking in mischief throughout the town. Making dishes float in the diner and coffee pouring itself in a cup, writing stupid shit on foggy mirrors in the barber ships, whispering during the church sermons, oh I was going the whole nine yards! But during my spree of causing fear, I saw the one man who was the target of my wet dreams and fantasies. His name is Ryan and he was walking around town waiting on his friends. No doubt he was completely unaware of the havoc I was causing.

For clarification, Ryan was as idiotic as he was muscular. Poor thing was too dumb to understand things like bigotry or racism or even to see when someone was making passes at him. He was just nice to everyone. It honestly blew my mind how someone that hot can be so idiotic and nice. As such I would touch myself many of nights to the thought of him being in a relationship with me. To be cuddled and held in those beefy arms and spoiled by a man with no mean bone in his body. But then the wet dreams of me getting railed by a certain bone in his body also intrigued me. However, I realized recently he's planning on leaving to go to college in L.A. in a couple of days. How he managed to do something as go to college was beyond me. But I was both happy for him but envious that he was leaving this static shithole.

Using my newfound abilities, I made some trash fall in the alleyway so he could walk towards the source. And just like a moth to a flame, he did just that. I didn't want to scare him but I wanted to use these new abilities to just be close to him. To take in his scent one last time and see him from a closer angle before he was gone forever. As he looked at the trash bag, I gave a deep inhale to take in his cologne while seeing those rippling muscles hidden behind his thin blue shirt. What I wasn't expecting was to get so lost in his scent that I didn't realize he got up and ran into me.

Everything was black for a bit until my eyes opened. I was looking the opposite direction but I didn't feel light anymore. I felt incredibly heavy. That's when I realized that I must've entered Ryan's body when he walked into me. I was shocked but I couldn't do anything to show it. I was just a passenger in Ryan's body. At first I didn't think much about it since I could just hitch a ride in Ryan to live life alongside of him, but soon my thoughts were replaced with a new idea.

Why hitch a ride as Ryan when I can BE Ryan??

These thoughts must've held more power than I thought because Ryan stopped in his tracks and noticed his cock beginning to tent in his shorts. He shrugged and was going to continue walking until I willed his feet to stop. No. The Ryan who walks out of that alleyway will be me!

My emotions caused his confusion to form a cocky grin as he peeled off his shirt. He began to feel his muscles and kiss his biceps as I continued to force my soul as the owner of his body. As he was busy worshipping himself, I started forcing myself into his brain by thrusting my essence inside. This caused Ryan to moan as he began to get more cocky over his appearance. With each thrust of my essence, my personality, my mannerisms, it would all send ineffable pleasure to his system.

His moans picked up as he massaged his massive pecs and played with those perky nipples of his as I gained full control of his brain.

"Fuck this towb. Glad I'm leaving all these stupid asses behind." He laughed.

That made me hard. Not once have I ever heard Ryan swear. My personality and everything else was merging with his own. But it looks like I'm the dominant aspect in this fusion. With my newfound influence, I had his soul expose itself to me in which I devoured it and merged with it. This process caused Ryan to grip his head and keel over. I was overtaking everything that he was as my soul spread itself throughout his body. I would've expected Ryan to shout and plead but instead he was moaning and laughing. Looks like my influence really infected him.

With one final push, Ryan stood up and let out a mighty roar as his muscles contracted all at once and relaxed as his cock released ropes of cum in his underwear from all the pleasure. His face was one of apathy before he smirked.

"Hello world." I say in my new deep voice.

I look down to see my heaving muscles and laugh.

"Fuck. I really did it."

I started stroking my still hard cock through my shorts until I fired another massive load inside, and just to test my strength I ripped my underwear off from my mighty legs and started eating the massive load caught within.

"Fuck yes . . . so good . ." I groan out as I feast.

I tossed my shredded underwear into a trashcan once I was done and walked out to the main street. There my now flaccid monster was hitting my legs and my shorts with each step I took. I sat at a bench to test something out. As I tried my hardest to focus on separating from Ryan, I couldn't. It seems I'm permanently fused to him.

"Fine by me." I laugh as I get up from the bench and start heading back to Ryan's place so I can pack and leave this one horse town in my dust.

[frostandflamesfanfic]

I Hate A Lot, But I Don't Hate You (Loki x Reader)

I Hate A Lot, But I Don't Hate You

Request: NO

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: A few mild swear words, but nothing major. Oh, and also fluff.

Summary: Being the adopted child of one of the world's most famous genius billionaire play-boy philanthropist isn't easy. It's even worse when you have trauma of your own. When you strike up an unlikely friendship with a certain god of mischief, things start to take a turn for the better. What happens when you find yourself chatting up a mysterious stranger after you get word of his untimely death one rainy evening?

You always hated galas. They were just parties for the Richy Riches of the world to schmooze with booze and wind up tossing their cookies off the nearest balcony. You had no true idea what tonight’s grand festivities were all about, if you were being honest. While being the adopted child of Tony Stark had its perks, you were tired of being a dressed-up snob and sipping way too much bubbly champagne. You’d always wondered how much alcohol it would take to cause someone to pass out completely. At one point, you had made a bet with Happy; he said ten flutes, you had called his bluff and upped the count to twelve. 

Maybe tonight would be the time to test that theory. . .seeing as I’m alone. Daddy dearest was already feeling the effects of his drinks. If you listened close enough, you could hear the drunken tones of “Poker Face” being sung along to a karaoke in the living room. 

“CAN’T READ MY, CAN’T READ MY, NO SHE CAN’T READ MY POKER FACEEEEEE,” he sang entirely off-key into the microphone. “Damn, what a face that is…right, Pep?”

Without having to turn around, you could make out Pepper attempting to get Tony off of the bar. You sighed to yourself as you made your way out onto the balcony. The room had become overly suffocating. There was too much noise and far too many people for your introverted soul to handle.  

It was a particularly dreary evening in New York City. Even though it was the middle of the summer, the moonlight was concealed by grey clouds and sprinklings of rain. The weather mirrored your mood perfectly – dull and hopeless. The truth was you were lonely. You were the poster child for rich kids, going out to parties, sneaking out every now and again to take a smoke break with some less-than-satisfactory characters. To the outside eye, your phone contacts were filled to the brim. In actuality, there were only a handful of names:

Dad.

Happy.

Mom.

Nat.

When it came to your dad’s “work friends,” either they didn’t have a phone, didn’t want to compromise their security by passing their number out. . .or they were Thor, who had no clue what a phone was at all. 

“Is it like an email?” he had asked once, an innocent grin plastered across his face.

“Do you have an email account?”

“Or a computer?” your dad added on in curiosity.

The blonde Norse god shook his head. “No?” he drawled with a confused chuckle. “Whatever for?”

Ironically, the only true companionship you found in Thor’s brother- sorry, adopted brother- Loki. You had met the greasy-haired weasel during his short-lived stay in the helicarrier prison during his initial attack on New York. Much to your father’s chagrin, you were tasked by Maria to keep a close eye on the self-proclaimed god of mischief. You had had the proper training, having joined S.H.I.E.L.D. a few years prior to the incident, a month after Ivan Vanko attacked your father at the Grand Prix. With Natasha as your mentor, you caught up fairly quickly. That’s why you weren’t worried. You could see through any trick good old reindeer games would throw your way. You were sure of it. Although, you had overheard Thor doing a dramatic retelling of Loki attacking him as a snake when they were children. . . that definitely didn’t scream traumatic childhood. 

It was that little-known fact which ended up helping to bring the two of you closer. With the glass functioning as a minimal barrier, your interrogation soon turned into a learning experience. . .

He stood with his back to the doorway, eyes focused on the drab colorless walls of the helicarrier as you silently slipped into the room. “There's not many people that can sneak up on me,” he remarked as he spun around to face you. “The widow taught you well.”

“I’d like to know what you've done to Agent Barton.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “But judging by your attitude, you already figured that out.”

“I’d say I’ve expanded his mind.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. Spare me the dramatic ‘I know more than you do’ crap.” You took a few steps closer to the glass enclosure. “Tell me what you did to Barton or I will rip every hair from your greasy little head.”

Loki’s lips curled into a mini-‘o’ shape. There was a playful glint dancing in his eye as he neared his side of the glass barrier. “Oh, well aren’t you ambitious.” 

“I’m a Stark. It comes with the territory.” You gave a short shrug.

“Oh, but that isn’t quite true,” his smooth voice brought a sickening smirk upon his lips, “is it?” He took a few steps closer. “Barton was a good little bird. He shared some stories about your past. All that fame…that glamour…it’s all a front. You’re far from the innocent little mortal you show the rest.” His smirk transformed into a grin as you took a step back. “All that time with the Ten Rings. You helped to kill your father…”

“Stop.” 

“Even then, Stark isn’t your father, is he? No…your real father-”

“I said that’s enough , Loki.” You couldn’t help the red flush as it crept up your neck. 

But he wasn’t done just yet. “Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything?” He paused for a moment to stand closer to the glass, eyebrows arched up in anger. “This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... pathetic !”

It wasn’t that your history embarrassed you. You knew you did what you had to do to survive, even if it meant you would be alone. At just ten years old, your family had been kidnapped by the Rings. Prior to your being captured, your father had worked for a tech company – Stark Industries, to be exact. The Rings wanted him to develop a new brand of weapon, something that could be mass produced and cause a hell of a lot of destruction. Your father had refused at first, but played along for a while once the leader threatened your safety. One night, you were ripped from your makeshift bed in the lab and thrust into a dimly lit room for questioning. All it took was one wrong answer and you woke up an orphan the next day. 

“At least I tried to make penance for my past,” you spat out, “instead of stabbing every person that annoys me.”

Loki scoffed. “Is that what you think of me?”

“Hm, let me think. Did you or did you not mentally whammy an Avenger for your own personal benefit?”

“For the last time, I expanded his mind.”

“Whatever, weasel.”

Your friendship may not have started out in a typical fashion, but it was a lifeline. Before Thor took the charcoal-haired mischief maker to Asgard for sentencing, you had made the agreement to stay in touch. You weren’t sure how, but about a week later, a raven carrying a tan scroll of parchment was tapping its beak against your bedroom’s glass window. It was the first letter of seemingly hundreds more. You would exchange stories about your lives, making sure to focus more on the past than the present. One time you had asked Loki how he was doing. 

That was clearly a mistake. 

I doubt it is easy to do anything ‘exciting’ within a prison cell, his snark had translated from the scribbled-on parchment in your hand.

Maybe next time you should think before yanking a guy’s eyeball out of his socket. Or mind-controlling an Avenger. And an innocent scientist. Oh, and threatening to inflict a dictating monarchy on an otherwise free world, you were quick to reply. If you’re looking for real entertainment, I hear the guards love it when you wave your middle finger from behind the glass.

 In addition to the quick-witted remarks, Loki’s letters were often used as a therapy session. He would bemoan his failed plans to take over Asgard and Midgard, er, Earth, how he hated his older brother, his adoptive father, the fact that he was always being watched by someone named Heimdall all the time…

So what, he’s like a living breathing nanny-cam? you had once joked, which led to you later explaining the complex nature of the magic voice boxes (known to normal people as cell phones) and their features. Loki was enamored by the concept of Midgardian technology. The two of you went back and forth. He would ask all sorts of questions and you would always do your best to answer with crappy illustrations. There came a point where the number of correspondences went from one to two a week, to three or four a day. 

You were really starting to feel bad for Hræfn the raven. 

Then one day, the letters just…stopped. Initially, you thought perhaps your cunning pen-pal had smooth-talked his way into a freedom deal. He had mentioned in his last note that Thor had asked him to join a mission. Surely he would have visited you afterwards, though, right? After everything you had gone through? It was almost as if he had sensed your fears when Hræfn tapped on your window in the middle of the night, parchment dutifully held within his beak. You let him in, making sure to drop a few handfuls of birdseed atop the windowsill before you unfurled the crisp parchment. As you read the words, your stomach dropped. 

This wasn’t your fault.

 You had tried not to let it shake you. It could have just been a prank, you thought. A sick joke to surprise me when he returns from the trip. That’s all it is. You had yourself so convinced of this hopeful fantasy that when Thor had returned to the city to tell you the news, you almost didn’t believe it. If anything, you were numb to emotion. It wasn’t until you noticed Hræfn had made his home atop your pillows that news had truly started to set in. 

You refused to speak to anyone for the better half of a month. Companionship seemed like a dull task to engage in with the Avengers and others at SHIELD. They would only look at you with pity and even a smidge of disgust that you would strike up a friendship with a psychotic trickster. It had taken some time, but you had moved on. You threw yourself into your work, taking on new missions and training the latest SHIELD recruits.  

= = = = = = = = = = = = 

You smiled bitterly at the memories as you looked out at the city skyline. It began to rain the minute you had dared to venture further out on the balcony patio. 

“I never quite liked the rain,” a voice said from behind you. Slightly startled, you spun on your heel to take in the tall frame of a dark haired man in a dark emerald suit. You had to admit he had a certain charm about him. While his appearance had an element of mystery, it was his eyes that truly captured your attention. They were a melting pot of colors, a mixture of baby blue and green. It would have been cliche, but it was almost as if you could see the world in his eyes. They were patient and inviting…and they were waiting for a response.

“Oh, um,” you stuttered. “I’m sorry. You, uh, you startled me a bit there.”

“My apologies.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Usually nobody can get the jump on me. It’s almost like you just…appeared out of nowhere.”

The man before you chuckled. “That would certainly be something.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Is there a reason you’re out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Mystery Man remarked. “Someone who is out here in the rain with a glass that full is either having trouble walking or trying to hide from something.”

A dry chuckle escaped you. “I can assure you I’m doing neither of those things.”

“Then I must ask why you are out here.”

“Consider this a final farewell to an old friend,” you answered honestly, gesturing with a raised glass, “And what you just did is avoiding my question, mister.”

He shrugged. “I suppose I’m not much for parties.”

“Wow, don’t like parties…don’t like the rain…” you trailed off with a smirk. “Should we be compiling a list?” 

“I’ve considered it.”

“Well,” you asked after taking a small sip from your glass, determined to not let your face pucker into a frown from the bitter liquid, “what else is on this list?”

The man appeared to contemplate his answer for a period of time. “Brothers,” he spoke with confidence, “rain, those who challenge my authority, my father…never had a good relationship there…and strawberries.”

You let out a snort at the last one. “So you’re an authoritative strawberry hater with brother and daddy issues that should never be stuck without an umbrella. Interesting. Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“There is one thing, I suppose,” he shifted his weight between his feet. 

You took another sip of alcohol. “Do tell.”

“You.”

For the second time that evening, you were surprised. “Am I really that likable after a five minute conversation?”

The man didn’t answer at first. Suddenly, he was bathed in a green glow that faded in a moment to reveal…

“Loki?” his name left your lips in the form of a whisper. What was in that scotch? 

“Hello, darling.” That voice, his voice , said as a soft sad smile etched upon his face. 

You paused for a moment, eyeing the Norse god of mischief up and down. His hair was much longer than the last time you saw it, but no less greasy. His baby blue eyes pierced into your own gaze. During your time apart, you had often thought about those eyes and how it would feel to see them again. Would they be happy to see you? Perhaps there would be tears within them. Or maybe they would be triumphant and the connection you had shared was all a lie. Part of you wanted to scream; you should smack him straight to Hel for the pain he caused you. He had you thinking he was dead, but here he was, larger than life. You tried to form a sentence that would express all of the emotions bottled up inside of you, but the only thing that came out was…

“You hate the rain. Really ?”

He stared at you before letting out a heavy sigh. “Yes, rain.”

“Why?” you couldn’t help but to tease him. “Are you afraid you’ll melt?”

Loki paused for a moment. “Witches get burned,” he remarked. “I am not a witch.”

You couldn’t prevent the full-belly laugh that escaped your lips. “That’s funny,” you managed to wheeze out to the dark greasy-haired Norse god on your right. “That- that was a good one, Loki. Maybe you are getting the hang of this Midgardian thing.”

His facial features wrinkled into a series of creases as a frown spread across his lips. “Whatever are you talking about?” he asked.

“Well, I mean,” you said in between lingering chuckles, “you already have no trouble dressing the part.”

“Has anyone ever told you that they find you to be incredibly rude and annoying?”

“Actually, just the opposite. I’m unequivocally charming and helpful to my neighbors.” You tried your best attempt at a dazzling smile. “I’m very much desirable, which may surprise you, Laufeyson.”

Even though you had meant it in good faith and a joking manner, the barely noticeable flinch from Loki didn’t go unnoticed for your observant gaze. “Are there many?”

“What?” your brow knit in confusion. 

“Suitors,” he said slowly. “Are there many?”

“First off, they’re dates - not suitors. We don’t live in ye old Shakespearean times anymore,” you replied. “Secondly, there isn’t anyone. Not anymore.”

“But there was?” his rushed cadence surprised you. He almost sounded disappointed.  Were you just imagining it?

“There used to be someone…months ago,” it was your turn to speak slowly, truly contemplating each word that left your lips.

“Oh.” Loki’s demeanor seemed to continue to deflate the more you spoke. His shoulders sagged ever-so-slightly and a cloudy sadness filled his eyes. He had taken a few steps back and turned his attention out to the skyline before him. 

“He really seemed to understand me,” you continued, rubbing your hand against your left forearm. “Sure, he was a pain in the ass, but he understood what I was going through… the decisions I had to make…”

“I see,” said the depressed god of mischief. “This fellow…I’m assuming it did not end well?”

“You could say that,” a small smile flickered against your lips. Oh, how it must kill him not to know. The question became: do you drag this out a bit longer or tell him the truth? “He went and did something pretty stupid. It really screwed with me.” 

Loki nodded in understanding. “He must have been a real fool for letting you go,” he murmured. He cleared his throat. “What was it he did, may I ask.”

You hesitated for a moment. “He died.”

The minute the words left your lips, you watched his entire stance change. He was standing up much straighter now. When he spun around to face you again, you could see there was a new emotion hidden within his irises. It was hopeful, nearly longing. His pale lips were slightly parted and he was quick to wet them with a flick of his tongue while he contemplated his next response. “I-” he managed to stutter out, eyes still searching yours for some unspoken answer. “I am sorry to hear that. A loss like that-”

A small scoff escaped your lips at his phrasing. You waved a hand at him dismissively. “It’s fine, really. Turns out he’s been alive this whole time. Like I said, total asshole.”

“I see,” he nodded again and took another few steps closer. 

You didn’t stop him. 

“Would you like to dance?” It was a simple question, but it spoke volumes to you. Loki held out his hand to you, a gentle smile gracing his features. He was beaming at you, but you could see through his mask. He was nervous around you. It was odd, seeing him unsure of what to do next.  

“But you hate the rain?” you frowned at the man before you. “And there’s no music.” 

“Oh, darling,” Loki said as he gently reached over to caress your face with his palm. He carefully reached over and placed your left hand upon his shoulder before taking up your right hand into his own. His grip was almost comforting, making you feel secure and safe…something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “I may hate the rain…” he leaned closer to the point you could feel his warm breath fanning against your face, “but I certainly do not hate you.”

“Loki…” you said in a shaky whisper. As enticing as the situation was, you didn’t want to set yourself up to have your heart broken again. The last time you let your guard down and allowed him to see the real you, he left. Could you really handle that again?

He appeared to sense your hesitancy and gently pulled you closer against his chest. “It is me,” he promised. “I am not going to leave, not again. I love you.”

Gathering your courage, you took a chance and stood on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. You melted against him almost immediately. His touch was cool, but gentle. For someone with such confidence, Loki was a nervous kisser. He wasn’t quick to force himself onto you, he let you take control. It took what felt like years for him to move his hands to your waist, tugging you closer and causing a small hum to vibrate in your throat.

It was perfectly imperfect…just like the two of you.

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Author's Note: Aw, wasn't that cute? I really enjoyed writing this fic, even if it's not something I typically write (don't worry, I'm still working on my requests!). The dialogue was especially fun, because Loki is just a sarcastic little demon. Fun fact- Hræfn actually means Raven in Norse (late night Google searches for the win, am I right?!)! If you liked this fic or want to see more Loki fics on my blog, it would really mean a lot if you left a like, comment, and maybe even a cheeky reblog. It lets me know what you all like to read and encourages me to keep posting! Until the next time!

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Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 1

Topic number 2 won in the vote to be written next! So without further-a-do, let’s get going!...This ended up being a two part thing. Oh Well. Here’s part one. - B GN! MC Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen. Part Two: Here, Epilogue: Here It all started in magical potions. When you first arrived, the course wasn’t so bad since you took it with Beelzebub. The two of you always partnered up; the hour would consist of you jokingly scolding Beel for trying to eat ingredients and making light hearted jokes with one another whenever the teacher turned their back.  But once the second semester started, Beel was moved out of the course as it had gotten too expensive to keep him in a class where most of the subject matter was edible.  Which left you alone and bored in the classroom as the teacher went on and on about Mandrake roots and what they can be used for. You let out a heavy sigh and plopped your forehead onto the desk.  A soft snort came from beside you. You glanced over to see a demon with his feet propped up on his desk staring right back at you out of the corner of his dark green eyes. He smiled at you with a tilt of his head.  “The lectures are a total snooze fest right? I joined this class cause I thought we’d be making potions and causing stuff to explode. Not sitting here twisting our thumbs all day.” 

You bit back a laugh as you worried glanced over at the professor, who was none-the-wiser to the little conversation the two of you were sharing. You looked back over to the demon. His dark skin caused those hauntingly green eyes of his pop out at all who met his gaze, with carefully trimmed and styled black curls sitting stylishly on the top of his head.  There was a playful and mischievous energy to him that reminded you of Belphie, Asmo and Mammon.  “Unfortunately suffering through this section of class is mandatory to be allowed to mess around with the fun stuff.”  The demon groaned and threw his head back. “Urgh, that’s so unfair. What’s the worst that can happen? The potion explodes and kills us? Newsflash teach, we’re already dead.”  You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at that one.  “Well actually the worse that could happen, for you at least as I am a very mortal human, is that you’d suffer the consequences from one of the potions. Anything from shrinking to de-aging to charms, all kinds of things. I’ve seen the effects of a potion gone wrong a number of times during my time down here. Trust me; you don’t want to be on the receiving end.”  He looked over at you with an analytical eye as the corners of his lips tilted upwards. “So you’re the human that everyone’s talking about.” He trailed off, and glanced over at the teacher to make sure they weren’t looking before stretching out his hand towards you. “I’m Cane. You know despite being the talk of RAD, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone mention your name?”  You took his hand into your own and lightly shook it. “I’m MC.” 

Cane leaned back into his chair, “It’s a pleasure to finally put a name and face to that glowing reputation of yours, MC. I see your pretty good at this potions thing, and I hear that you’re a lot of fun. How about you meet me downtown for supper later and we can study and get to know each other a little better?”  Your initial instinct was to agree, but then you paused as you thought of the brothers. “I don’t know. I don’t think that Lucifer or the others would like it much if I went out on my own.”  The demon huffed and light heartedly rolled his eyes. “You won’t be alone, you’ll be with me. I may not be as powerful as them, but I’m still a pretty good fighter.” He teasingly placed a gentle punch onto your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not like they’re boss of you. Are you really going to let a bunch of snobby Lords keep you from making the best of your time in the Devildom?”  That last remark hit a nerve. If there was one thing that had spread quite quickly about you around RAD, it was that you were known for being a little reckless, prideful, and never being able to back down from a challenge, and boy did that statement have you itching to prove him wrong.  You smiled, a sharp dangerous smile, at Cane. “I’ll go. And we’re going to do so much more than just go to a lame restaurant and study. You want to have fun and take risks? We’ll have fun and take risks. Whatever you want to do...to a degree,” you added in quickly remembering that you were talking to a demon and if you didn’t implement any boundaries there was no telling what you’d get yourself into, “I’m in.”  Cane’s eyes sparkled as his smile widened. “Damn. I guess it’s true that you’re a bit of dare devil. Alright, you’re on. Meet me at Hell’s Kitchen a 4pm. We’ll study and hit the books as promised, but afterwards...Get ready for the night of your life.”  ***

The brothers were concerned. You had rushed into the House of Lamentation after school and sprinted to your room, changed out of your uniform and promptly shouted that you were “going out” before taking off before any of them could complain.  Mammon had tried to argue that someone should follow you, and while that wasn’t a terrible idea, Lucifer wanted to give you the question of the doubt. Worst case scenario, you come back home a little scratched up and learn your lesson about taking off into the dangers of the Devildom.  At least that’s what he had thought when you had initially left.  It was now bordering midnight, and you had yet to return home.  So yeah, the brothers were very concerned.  Mammon was pacing and ranting about how this all could’ve been avoided if they had only listened to him for once.  Leviathan was trying to distract himself with his game, but everyone could see the worried glances he kept throwing to the entrance and clock as the minutes ticked by.  Satan sat near where Mammon and would occasionally scold or correct him, and sometimes even throw in his own ideas on what could be done while he thumbed through a book on location spells.  Asmodeus was strangely quiet, sitting near the fire by himself with arms wrapped around his torso as he stared into the flames. He would occasionally move a hand to wipe at his face before it went right back to hugging himself.  Beelzebub had lost his appetite. He sat next to Belphie, taking comfort in his twin’s presence, while Belphegor pretended to be unbothered and asleep, even though his mind was racing with the many stupid situations you could’ve gotten yourself into.  And Lucifer...He just sat in a door near the entryway, his eyes fixed on the entrance as he silently waited.  Finally, just as the clock stroke midnight, they could hear your recognizable laugh from behind the door.  “Oh my god! That was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in life!” Leviathan stiffened at the statement, his hands gripping tighter onto his game.  “What did I tell you? I promised you the night of your life, and I sure as Diavolo always make sure to deliver,” everyone froze at the sound of the teasing male voice. “Though I didn’t expect the Seven Lords’ precious human to be a complete bad ass. You were amazing out there.”  Leviathan mumbled something before getting up and leaving the room. Mammon growled lowly and looked at the others, “Anyone know who the hell that is?”  Asmo finally stood, wiping at his face as he did, and began to stride towards the door, “Why don’t we find out?”  Without waiting for a response, Asmodeus swung the door open and pulled on a bright smile as he reached out and wrapped an arm around you. “MC, darling, you didn’t tell me you were bringing over guests! Don’t tell me you’re trying to have fun without me?”  You blinked up at the Asmo before smiling softly at his tactics. “Oh, hey Asmo! I didn’t expect you to be up. Cane here was just dropping me off.”  The demon in question didn’t even so much as stiffen as Asmodeus’s dangerous stare shifted over to him. Instead Cane stood there, relaxed, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at him and allowed a bit of his demonic aura to exude around him. “Oh really? At this time of night? Makes a demon wonder what kind of mischief the two of you had gotten up to,” while maintaining eye contact with Cane, Asmo rested his chin against your shoulder. “You know dear, if you wanted “fun” that badly all you had to do was ask. I assure you I could’ve shown you a much better time.” He purred and softly kissed your shoulder.  You shivered, missing the way Asmo stiffened as he noticed something, and swatted at the Avatar of Lust as you moved away from him. “Down Asmo. It’s nothing like that. Cane’s in my magical potions class. We went out to study together and decided to hit a couple clubs while we were out. No biggy.”  “If it’s ‘no biggy’ then why were you out all night without giving us any kind of warning of where you were going or how long you’d be out?” Everyone whirled around as Lucifer stood in the doorway with a frown etched on his face and his arms crossed. He took a step closer to you before freezing mid-step, his nose twitching. His eyes flared red as they fell onto Cane. The lower demon tensed and curled his hands into fists, but seemed to be refusing to back down. Lucifer snarled, “What exactly was it that you said the two of you were up to tonight?”  You frowned and stepped between Lucifer and your new friend. “Hey! Stop it! He didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re implying. And I wasn’t aware that I needed permission for every single thing that I do!” You snapped poking his chest as you moved into his space. “So excuse me for wanting to go out and enjoy myself for once!”  Whatever fear Cane had been showing, quickly slipped away at seeing you stand your ground against the mighty first born. “Yeah. What they said.”  Lucifer growled and caught your hand into his own, pulling you close and leaning in, “You’d be wise to remember that you are in the Devildom and surrounded by beings that have no where near as good intentions as you’d assume. Being so reckless and naïve down here could get you killed again, I thought you had learned that.” His tone was cold and unapologetic as he practically spat the words in your face.  You glared at Lucifer as you yanked your hand out of his grasp. There was so many things you wanted to say to him, but none of them would be right to say in front of an audience. You huffed and turned to face Cane. “I am so sorry about those two. Thanks again for tonight and bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?”  Cane gave you a side smile as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. I had a great time hanging out with you. Hopefully we can do again...under better circumstances. Goodnight MC.” He took a step towards you and pulled you into a hug.  You smiled, wondering how Lucifer and Asmo could be stirring up such a fuss about a guy who had been nothing but kind to you, and gently hugged him back.  What you couldn’t see, was Cane making direct eye contact with the two other demons, as one of his wrists gently brushed up and down you back and he very lightly nuzzled, so lightly that you could just barely feel it, his face against your neck.  “Hey, what’s takin’ everyone so- WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!” Mammon stormed forward and yanked you out of the demon’s embrace, already changing into his demon form. “Who the hell do you think you are scenting our human, huh?!” He lifted Cane off the ground by the collar of his shirt, causing the lower demon growl as he scratched at Mammon’s hands.  You yanked on Mammon’s jacket and arms and tried to get him to back off. “Woah! Mammon, relax! It was just a hug!”  “No it wasn’t,” Satan grumbled as he and the rest of the brothers (excluding Leviathan who was now sulking in his room) stood in the door way. “The fact that you don’t know that makes this even worst. But this isn’t a conversation we should be having out here.” Beel stared down at the demon with a fierce glare. “You should leave while you’re still able. And if you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay away from MC.”  “Wha- Beel! Cut that out!”  Cane took a step backwards, fear beginning to spill into his expression as he finally realizes just how out-powered and out-numbered he is. Still, he was stubborn pain in the ass; it was part of the reason he had been so drawn to you in the first place as he related to your reckless habits. He held Beelzebub’s glare and returned it with one of his own. “I think that MC can choose for themself who they do and do not hang out with, thanks. They already said they wanted to see me tomorrow so they will. We’re friends after all. And classmates,” his grin sharpened as he continued. “I do have to thank you, Lord Beelzebub, for that opening in magical potions by the way. Never would’ve got in if you hadn’t been kicked out.”  Before he could say anymore, he was met with a punch in the face. Belphegore lazily shook out his hand and his looked at Cane with an unbothered expression. “I believe we told you to leave. Now get. The. Fuck. Out.”  Cane scoffed and turned to you once more. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Dare Devil.”  You would’ve snorted at the nickname, but you were to distracted from the brother’s behavior. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safe, Cane.” With another nod, the demon left; leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.