#i mean i don't have a sister but if i learned anyone i love was getting abused by their partner i would probably catch a charge tbh

[princess-of-the-corner]

I can't help but think Marinette would be put off by Alya and Zoé. Socqueline was her last friend and she's not really close to anyone right now. Suddenly she's a year forwards and being told that this is your new best friend and this is Chloe's sister who is one of your closest allies. Have fun! And obviously Ghost tells her that yeah that's true but, she's has to be wary at first. Alya less so because she apparently trusted her with the important guardian role. And that's huge in her books.

But I can't help but think that Marinette would not trust Zoé at all. I mean this is Chloe's sister? Alright when is she going to reveal how awful she is. And even with her phone calls to Chloe and softening towards her. I think in a vacuum she can't bring herself to hold Zoé in high regard. Especially because Chloe tells Marinette about Zoé's past, and yes she is able to see Chloe's embellishments and exaggerations. But apparently nobody wants to tell Marinette about Zoé's past. Everyone just brushes it off and tells her "you can trust her". She values the truth and next to lying, withholding information is one her biggest red flags.

Yeah no like!

Basically the rest of the class Marinette is cool with, but she has mixed feelings on all of the new people in her life because they're total strangers and let's go over that:

Alya - She seems nice. Marinette is a little baffled at the new girl becoming her best friend, but they must've clicked in some way. The class and her parents say they're bffs, and clearly despite her past self's trust issues she entrusted Alya to handle the Hero stuff. She does feel guilty about that, seeing what feels like a stranger handle her mess.

Adrien - Confusing! On one hand, Marinette can see why she fell in love with him. He's kind and sweet and funny. But she also keeps hearing about things she did to win his affection and starts wondering if this is a good thing because now that she's looking at it without justifying 'True Love™!"...... why does Ghost!Mari look so guilty when he's around?

Chat - Equally confusing! Because on one hand that's the guy who was her Hero Partner but.... for some reason she's not supposed to trust him? Somehow telling him things led to everything imploding, but no one knows why not Alya not her Ghost self. Marinette hasn't experienced that intrinsic trust that her old self did, and looking objectively makes her wonder if there was a reason beyond luck that made things go wrong.

Zoé - Mari doesn't trust her. She seems nice, but she's Chloé's sister who has shown off mad acting skills? Maybe she's really nice, but what if this is a long-con? And it doesn't help that everyone probably knew she'd be paranoid and tried to hide the relation.

Kagami - Weird! Because like. This is a Marinette who isn't batshit in love with Adrien and even if she was Kagami isn't a love rival. So she has no reason to have beef with her and is totally open to potential friendship! The only red flag is her dating Felix.

Felix - At first she's assured that Felix is just Adrien's socially awkward cousin and totally trustworthy and she rolls with it. But every new fact she learns about the guy makes her want to kick his ass.

Luka - At first this is something that makes sense. He's Juleka's older brother! That makes sense for why Mari just now met him and how they got close quick! Then it's explained that they dated and they broke up because she kept bailing for Superhero Nonsense so now it's awkward.

Lila - Everyone kinda mentions Lila in passing but whenever Mari asks they're like 'don't worry she was a bitch we hate her now' instead of elaborating.

I thiiiink that's all the new ones

[thetreeturnedoff]

i'm replaying the arcana and i knew i would yearn for asra's route but then he had his first line in the prologue and my feelings for him hit me like a goddamn semitruck. like holy shit i wanna play his route so bad. but i can't :(((

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Teach Me How To Love

Pairing: Moonknight (Steven) x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: LOTS OKAY; This is smut minor dom/sub undertones, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (be safe around trains-shitty reference sorry lol), riding, creampie, kinda praise kink tingz, lemme know if I missed anything

Genre: fluff + smut

Summary: You knew dating the shy guy from the museum giftshop would mean taking the lead on things sometimes but boy is it sweet when he asks you to show him the ropes in bed

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When you walk into the museum gift shop you scan the various shelves and racks. It doesn't take you long to pick out a few things, an archeology dig set, a stuffed Anubis toy, and a set of fact cards. You walk up to the counter where you realize you can't see a cashier.

"Uh- hello?" You call out looking around the gift shop for any indication that there's someone working here. A curly haired man suddenly pops up from behind the counter, so quick he loses his balance a little and has to grab the counter to avoid falling. "Oh." You gasp shocked by his appearance. You didn't even realize he was back there.

"Hi. Sorry I uh- didn't know anyone was here. Can I help you with something?" He asks softly.

"Just, checking out." You say setting your items on the counter. Steven glances up at you and nearly drops the scanner. He drops his eyes quickly, his shyness made worse by how attractive he thinks you are.

If you think she's so pretty then tell her so. Steven hears Marc's voice ringing in his head and he glares at the counter where Marc's reflection stares at him with bored exasperation.

"Did you find everything okay?" Steven asks as he rings your items.

"I think so- my nephew's newest obsession is Egyptian Mythology so I thought I'd pick him up some things while I was around. I figured these things would interest one very intelligent four and a half year old." You say.

"I'm sure he'll love it. You've included toys and something that actually provides knowledge. Those notecards are particularly very cool because they have some lesser known facts so it'll be really nice if he's interested in learning."

"Oh are you also a big fan of Egyptian Mythology?" You ask with a smile and his cheeks warm as he realizes he was rambling. He is, but you think it's very cute how excited he is.

"Um- kind of yes, actually. Your total is 32.56." He tells you.

"Maybe I'll have to bring my Nephew around! I'm sure he'd love to talk to another enthusiast." You smile as you swipe your card.

"If you decide to bring him, I'll happily talk with him." Steven says handing you your now bagged items.

"Great! I'll see you then!" You smile taking your stuff from him and heading out of the small giftshop.

I don't understand why you didn't tell her you thought she was pretty Steven. You're such a coward. Marc scoffs.

"She's a customer that's weird and borderline inappropriate." Steven whispers aggressively at the reflection. You glance over your shoulder and happen to catch what you assume is him talking to himself.

It's a couple weeks later that you bring your nephew back to the museum. You have him for the day so your sister and brother in law can have some alone time so you figured you'd bring him here. He's already memorized most of the notecards you gave him it seems because while walking through the museum he casually spouts facts at you about the various exhibits. Once you've walked through the whole museum, your nephew is quick to drag you into the gift shop.

"Don't go overboard sweetie, two or three things tops." You tell him as he scans the shelves.

"Okay!" He says excitedly. Your nephew comes back to you with another archeology dig and a book that he brings up to the counter he can barely reach.

"Oh- you're back!" Steven blinks at you with a smile he almost tries to hide.

"I am. Hello again." You smile.

"Hi."

"Lewis this is the nice man I told you about who likes Egyptian Mythology like you do." You tell your nephew. "I'm sorry, I just realized- I never got your name." You frown at him.

"Oh-- St- Steven. My name's Steven Grant." He stutters out.

"Steven." You say softly and he almost wants to collapse at the way his name sounds from your lips. "Well I'm y/n, and this is my curious nephew Lewis." You tell him.

"Hey Lewis! I hear you're really into mythology." Steven smiles at him.

"Yeah! Everything is so cool." Lewis says.

"Do you have a favorite mythological figure? Or myth?" Steven asks.

"I like Anubis because aunty got me a toy that looks like him, but I'm still learning about some of the others. Do you have a favorite?"

"Well I've heard Khonshu's kind of an annoying old bird but his powers are totally cool." Steven says.

"Is he in this book?" Lewis asks pointing at the book of myths he picked up.

"I actually think he is. You wanna know what he looks like?"

"You know what he looks like?!"

"Sure I do." Steven grabs a scrap of paper and one of the museum pens to start a sketch. It only takes him a couple of minutes to draw a strange skeleton bird creature.

"Woaaahh! He looks so cool!!" Lewis gasps.

"He's super tall so- it's actually kinda spooky." Steven says like he's sharing a secret. He hands the drawing to Lewis who excitedly looks over it.

"STEVEN!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" You gasp when a woman's voice booms through the lobby of the museum.

"Oh dear, that's my boss. It's like she can sense enjoyment and seeks to crush it." Steven jokes with you handing Lewis his things in a bag while you wrap up your transaction.

"I hope everything is alright." You tell him.

"Ah I'm sure it'll be fine. She tends to be dramatic." Steven says passing you your receipt.

"Well, it was nice to see you again Steven." You say.

"You too! Hope to see you soon."

"Ah now that Lewis has seen the collection here he'd have me bring him everyday if he could." You joke.

"Well Seeing a face like yours everyday would certainly make work much better." He says casually and you swear he sounds like a different person for a moment. His demeanor is totally different and it almost sounds like his accent changed.

"Aren't you sweet." You muse.

"Sorry, that was bold." Steven mutters and his mannerisms are back to normal.

"It was- cute. Very nice of you to say." You smile. "I have to get going now and you should probably go find your boss, but I'll be bringing Lewis back so, see you soon." You say grabbing Lewis's hand and taking him out of the museum.

"He was nice." Lewis hums.

"Wasn't he? Don't worry when you finish that book I can bring you back for more things." You tell him, ruffling his hair as you walk down the street.

You do bring him back, a couple of weeks later and he's quick to pick out a new book and another archeology dig toy like the one you got him. Apparently there's a whole collection of toys you can get inside and he's determined to get them all.

"Hello again mister Steven!" Lewis says placing his items on the counter.

"Oh hi, you're back." Steven glances at Lewis and then smiles at you.

"We sure are. Lewis is trying to collect all the toys in these things." You say.

"Awesome. Those things are very cool I bet." Steven says scanning the items.

"They are!" Lewis says.

"Well good luck on your expeditions." Steven smiles at Lewis as you swipe your card.

"Thanks!" Lewis says taking the bag from Steven when he hands it to him.

"Hey Steven, this may be a bit forward but would you be interested in hanging out some time?" You ask him. Ideally you'd wait for him to make a move but you suspect it would take him months to work up the courage and you don't want to keep bugging him at work and leave it up to chance.

"You wanna hang out with me?" He blinks at you.

"Yeah! Only if you're interested. You can say no of course, I just figured maybe it'd be nice to talk outside of me coming to your job." You say.

"I'd love to! When? Should I- should I meet you somewhere? Here maybe?" Steven stutters out nervously.

"You know the restaurant around the block? It's off Primrose."

"Yeah, I know it."

"Meet me there by 7 tomorrow." You tell him.

"Alright." He nods and you leave with Lewis in tow, too wrapped up in his new book to pay your interaction any mind.

The next evening Steven is outside your chosen restaurant ten minutes early ignoring Marc's voice making fun of him for being so anxious.

"Steven!" You call as you walk towards him.

"Y/n, hi." He breathes with a smile.

"I hope you weren't waiting long." You say looping your arm through his as you walk into the restaurant.

"Oh no not at all. I got here only a couple of moments before you." He says. The two of you are quickly led to a table where you end up sitting for a few hours. It's awkward at first, the way first dates tend to be. Steven is unsure of what he should and shouldn't say and it makes the first bit of conversation a little unnatural but you're more than happy to take the lead, and the more you do the more he relaxes. He cracks jokes and laughs and it's the most beautiful sound you've heard in some time. While it's obvious he's still nervous around you, by the time your date ends well into the night he's the most at ease he's felt in ages. He's even the one that initiates the invite for a second date for which you go to an art show. You and Steven spend a few weeks seeing each other before eventually making it official. He's sweet and gentle and still pretty shy about certain things even after a several months together. Tonight you've invited Steven over for dinner, it'll be his first time really in your apartment and you're hoping to approach physical intimacy with him. When you hear a knock on your door you're just about done making dinner and you quickly wash your hands before answering it.

"Steven! Hi!" You smile.

"Hello love, am I too early?" He checks his watch.

"No of course not, I just finished cooking. Come in." You step out of the doorway to let him in.

"Oh! I brought you flowers." He says handing you the bouquet.

"They're gorgeous. Let me just find a vase for them. You can just take a seat at the kitchen table." You say taking the flowers from him. You find a makeshift vase for the flowers and set them on the table. You quickly serve dinner, a vegan version of your favorite pasta dish.

"You look amazing by the way." Steven breathes out as you sit beside him.

"Thank you. You look nice too." You say softly. You wait for Steven to take a bite of his food before you eat your own, eager for his reaction. He lets out a groan that brings a proud smile to your face as you eat.

"This is so good." He says.

"I'm glad you like it. It's one of my favorites to make." You tell him.

"If you cook any more meals like this I'll never let you go." He jokes.

"Who said I wanted you to do that anyway?" You muse making Steven blush. The conversation shifts to catching each other up on your days and before you know it, dinner is finished and you've migrated to the couch in your living room with wine.

"Your place is nice, it feels very you." Steven notes.

"I sure hope it does, I'm quite proud of my interior designing." You smile when Steven laughs. "Do you feel like your apartment reflect you Steven?" You ask after a moment.

"Well it's kind of a mess of books so, in some ways yes." Steven shrugs. "I think it reads mostly that it's just a place I sleep though."

"Not big on stylizing it to fit you?"

"Not sure what stylizing to fit me looks like honestly."

"A wall of books sounds like a good a place to start." You joke and he chuckles.

"Well what would you do with it?"

"With what?"

"My flat. What would you expect for it to reflect me? It's a studio, if that helps."

"A large bookshelf that you probably only half use because you're always reading five books at a time so even though it's there you still have books everywhere." He laughs at that, "Little knick knacks from your favorite exhibits at work. It's probably all neutrals, your bedsheets and stuff but you should really get something brightly colored, like nice curtains or some pretty throw pillows. Probably looks like a dead person lives there." You joke jabbing at his ribs lightly. At some point while you were talking you'd stretched out so your legs are draped over his lap.

"I'm very much alive thank you." Steven scoffs at you, hand absentmindedly rubbing your shin.

"Are you?"

"You'd be dating a ghost if I wasn't." He points out leaning towards you.

"Imagine that. My boyfriend, a ghost." You say quietly since he's so close.

"You can't feel a ghost this close to you. Can you?"

"Then it's a good thing you're not one I guess." You say, bringing him towards you with a hand at the nape of his neck. The position is a little awkward after a couple of seconds so you move to shift yourself entirely into his lap without disconnecting your lips. Steven has always been reserved in his kisses. They are soft and shy, as if he's not sure what to do although now he seems to be comfortable matching your intensity when you deepen the kiss. One hand tangles itself in his hair while the other rests against his chest.

Touch her Steven. She wants you to. Marc's voice chimes in.

Touch her?! Wait do you think she wants to go all the way? I don't-

Don't panic dude. I can always take over.

No way! She doesn't even know about you.

Maybe it's time to change that

Not tonight! Just- butt out.

At some point during their mental debate Steven stopped kissing you back, which- you definitely notice and you pull away.

"Steven. Are you alright?" You ask quietly and that brings his attention back to you.

"Y-yeah. Of course." He says.

"Steven we can stop if you're not comfortable. I have cake, we can just- go back to talking." You say shifting to get off of him. Steven's hands move to grab your hips, keeping you in place before you can move too far.

"I'm not uncomfortable. I just- I've never done this before."

"Never done what? Made out with a girl?"

"Uh well I- I thought maybe we were going to do more than that." He says awkwardly worrying that he misread the situation and made things worse by jumping to conclusions.

"We don't have to if you aren't ready." You tell him with a hand against his cheek.

"It's not that I'm not ready. I want to I just- I don't know what to do. You'll have to teach me."

"Teach you?"

"Yes teach me. teach me how to touch you and tease you show me how to please you." Steven says and you swear his words travel straight to your core.

"You're sure about this? I don't want you to feel pressured in any way."

"I'm dying to learn every inch of you." He says quietly.

"I'll tell you what you don't need help with, your words." You muse standing and pulling him with you. "We're going to my room." You toss over your shoulder.

"O-okay." He says letting you drag him down the hall to your room. As much as Steven would like to take a moment to look at your room, he's too captivated by you to bother looking anywhere else as you slowly pull the straps of your dress down. You let the dress fall to the floor and step out of it, turning to face Steven in just your underwear and his eyes are wide as he stares at you. You pull him towards you and place his hands on your waist to kiss him. You make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, running your fingers down his chest. Your hands unbuckle his belt and then stop yourself.

"Is this okay?" You whisper.

"Very okay." He sighs.

"Take them off for me baby." You say stepping back. Steven scrambles to shove his pants and boxers down his legs and nearly trips stepping otu of them. "You didn't have to rush." You muse.

"S-sorry." His cheeks ting pink in a way you find adorable.

"I'm not scolding you, but you almost tripped. I don't want you to hurt yourself." You say gently patting his cheek. With a hand on his shoulder you guide Steven to sit on the edge of your bed. You squat in front him and place a kiss against his knee, and then another above it trailing up his inner thigh and then switching to the other leg, starting at his knee again and kissing your way up. His hands squeeze the edge of your mattress as he gets worked up from your lips against his skin. When you finally take his dick in your hand Steven groans, hips twitching as your tongue traces the length of him. You wrap your fingers around him, swirling your tongue lazily around the tip while you stroke him. Only once his shaky breathing turns into strained whines do you put him all the way in your mouth, swallowing as much of him as you can and the warmth has every muscle in his body tense with pleasure. You bob your head quickly for several minutes, watching the way ecstasy paints itself across your boyfriend's face. His mouth is dropped open as sounds spill out of it, his brow is furrowed and his eyes are closed. Curious to see his pupils blown wide you gently drag your nails down his legs and his eyes pop open. You only get a glimpse of the way the pools of brown have all but disappeared behind black before his eyes close again, the sight of you staring up at him with his dick in your mouth to overwhelming for him to keep his eyes on you. When his thighs tense up beneath your palms you let up, standing while he struggles to catch his breath. You lean over enough to kiss him.

"Move back Steven." You mutter against his lips and let him shuffle his way up your bed until his head rests on your pillows. You crawl over him and sit with your legs on either side of him. You litter his neck with kisses, listening for clues of his sensitive spots smiling to yourself when his breath hitches as you nip at a spot just above his collarbone. You work the spot until a bright red mark stains his skin before you sit up.

"Touch me Steven." You tell him grabbing his hand and placing it on your chest. He hesitates for a moment before squeezing the flesh of your boob, noticing the way you gasp when his thumb grazes your nipple through the lace fabric. With a curious look on his face Steven tugs the cups of your bra down enough to reveal your breasts properly, fingers brushing over your nipples repeatedly, watching the way you subtly arch towards his touch.

"You're sensitive here." He mutters.

"Yeah, use your mouth on me." You breathe out. Steven sits up and wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking and licking it as he rolls the other between his fingers. The way moans and whimpers fall from your lips has Steven wanting to stay like this forever if it means the sounds never stop. You take Steven's free hand and guide it between your legs. Just like with your boobs, he's initially unsure of what to do but your fingers press his towards your entrance and he slowly works them inside. The way his digits curl inside you makes you grind against his hand and with dick pressed against your ass he starts to shift at the sudden friction.

"You're so- wet." Steven marvels at the feel and sound of his fingers inside you.

"You made me wet sweetheart, with your pretty sounds and even prettier dick." You say with your lips next to his ear, nipping at the lobe in a way that has him groaning.

"I wanna taste you." Steven mutters, placing kisses along your neck. You pull his hand from you and place it against his lips. He licks his fingers clean with wide eyes looking at you. "That isn't what I meant." He frowns.

"I know. Next time love. Right now I just want to ride you." You tell him raising your hips to shift your lacy panties to the side.

"But-" Steven's complaint is cut off by a harsh grunt as you line him up with your entrance and sink down on him.

"Fuck you're big." You whimper, your head dropping to his shoulder.

"S-Shit you're... warm." He huffs out. Your hands against his chest push him back against the pillows as you brace yourself and begin to bounce on him. Steven's hands grab your hips tightly as you ride him fiercely.

"You look so good under me like this Steven. So so good." You moan when you look down at him. His head is thrown back and he's grabbing you harsh enough to leave marks but fuck if it doesn't feel so perfect the way he fills you.

"W-wait- y/n I'm close." Steven warns you.

"Fuck- you wanna cum inside me baby?" You ask him and his eyes go so wide you'd find it funny in any other situation.

"C-can I?" He pleads with a look that would make you do anything he asks.

"Sure you can. If you want to."

"Gods I want to- but you- you have to cum first." He grunts. You slow your bouncing just a little so you can keep your balance when you take one hand off of him to rub circles against your clit, the bundle of nerves sensitive and swollen from lack of attention.

"F-fuck." You moan, feeling the coil in your belly tighten as you play with yourself.

"Come on love, please cum. Wanna see how gorgeous you look cumming on my dick." Steven begs. He actually begs and his words are enough to send you over spasming against him as you ride out your high. When you start to come down you pick up your pace again, focusing now on making Steven finish.

"Your turn baby. Cum for me. Fill my pussy like you want to." You drag your nails down his chest and he moans loudly as you feel warmth flood your insides. Before you can move off of him, Steven pulls you against his chest, holding you close as he recovers.

"Was that- was I okay?" He asks quietly after a moment.

"You were amazing. Especially for your first time." You tell him.

"Good- great. I'm glad. I didn't want to disappoint you-"

"You could never disappoint me Steven." You cut him off. "But there's still a lot to teach you." You add kissing his cheek.

"We can start as soon as tomorrow." He mutters, his eyes closed as sleep threatens to carry him away.

"No need to rush. You've got plenty of time to learn. I'm not going anywhere." You say rubbing soothing circles on his chest.

"Neither am I." He manages to slur out before finally he falls asleep and you allow the steady beat of his heart to lull you off too.

***

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Can we get something longer about Steve Harrington x reader but the reader is the “middle child” in the Wheeler family. Like she’s a year younger or so than Steve and Nancy but older than mike.

Some angst and shit.

Yes. Didn't realize I needed this. I also didn't realize I needed flirty!best-friend!Eddie but I do. I'm really proud of this, lowkey.

Normal, general warnings; swearing, mentions of sex, flirty banter; reader is 18 and a senior in high school.

"He doesn't even look at me, Eds." I huff, flopping down onto Eddie's bed with an over-exaggerated sigh, a playful pout on my lips as he plucks at the strings of his guitar. He just shakes his head with a laugh, bangs falling in his eyes as he slips the pick from between his lips before pointing it at me.

"Then he's blind. Have you seen your rack?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes and laughing at my offended gasp, my hands grabbing the nearest pillow, tossing it in his direction but missing him completely. "Stellar, dude, ten out of ten." His tongue clicks as I sigh, resting my hands on my stomach as I stare up at the cracks lining the ceiling.

"I don't look like Nancy, I don't act like Nancy but I'm nothing like Mike so what would there even be for Steve to like about me?" I ask genuinely, feeling the joking attitude leaving the room as he sighs, abandoning his guitar to crawl his way onto the bed, laying facing me.

"You gotta stop thinkin' like that sweetheart." He whispers, watching me with furrowed brows as I sigh, my stomach twisting in painful knots.

He's the only one who knows about my feelings for Steve, the only one I'd ever trust with such fragile information. I couldn't tell Nancy, even though she's one of my best friends and my older sister, mainly because she's Steve's ex and first love. It would ruin our relationship to learn that I have had feelings for him longer than they've even known each other, just sitting back in the shadows and watching, crying.

Eddie had been there for me through everything, watching me watch him, a supportive hand on my back for me to fall into, letting him engulf me in hugs and marijuana. He knows more than anyone what it's like to have feelings for someone you just shouldn't but in my case it's different with the fact that he dated my sister, practically babysits my younger brother, and the most important detail, that I'm a year and a half younger than him.

He's graduated from high school, free and happy in his first year without needing to show up and be someone he's not. Him and Robin have their gig at Family Video and he has time to be himself outside of the cattiness and cliques that high school comes with.

But me?

Dating a soon-to-be high school senior just wasn't on the list of things that older guys found attractive. I'm not a cheerleader, I don't have any secret talents and I'm not intellectually at Eddie's or any of the Hellfire clubs level. I'm just plain and average, with (apparently) a good rack.

Nowhere in the realm of Steve 'the hair' Harrington's type.

Maybe it's because he's known me almost my whole life. He watched me grow up from two grades ahead of me, he saw me through braces and the awkwardly shaped glasses I had for years. He saw me through every phase, every cycle, every crush before him; he saw me. But he never saw me in the way that present me wishes he had.

Instead he saw Nance. And who could blame him.

"You wanna go to the video store? Make him jealous?" Eddie teases, pulling a smile out of me as I roll onto my side to face him and his wide, bright puppy dog eyes. "I mean, I could take you straight back to the porn section and tell him it's movie night." A cringed smile appears on my lips as he rolls around laughing, smacking my thigh as he sits up. "C'mon, I'm not going to let you sit around here and mope." He claps his hands and stands between my thighs, giving me a testing, motivational look as I whine.

"But Eddie-"

"No bitching! Chop, chop, woman!" He pulls me off of the bed without warning, tugging me through his trailer as I fight to put my shoes on.

By the time he's pulling up to the video store, it's safe to say that neither of us have any sort of plan in mind. We couldn't just walk in there with no intent, right? Him and Steve are friends, I guess, since the things that happened with Vecna but there would be no reason for me to be there. Steve wasn't even aware Eddie and I were that close to begin with.

"I can literally see the smoke coming out of your ears. The gears are turnin' a bit too hard." My head thumbs against the headrest as he laughs, turning off the car as he reaches over to un-click my seatbelt. "Let's go." I push open the door with a sigh, my feet suddenly feeling weighed down with every anxious step I take towards the front doors. Eddie gives me a reassuring nod as his hand lands on my back, his arm reaching over my head to hold the door open for me.

"Oh, it's two-wheeler!" Robin cheers, clapping her hands as I roll my eyes at the nickname. She was adamant on calling me that and has since finding out that I'm the second oldest Wheeler child, her face lighting up the minute she came up with it and it rolled off her tongue in the upside-down. Eddie sends the girl a wave as she tips her imaginative hat, resting her arms against the counter as she grins. "What can I get you fine folk?" Eddie looks to me hesitantly, biting at his lip as I try my best to come up with an explanation on the spot.

"Hey, Robin, I-" My head tilts to see Steve approaching us, his brows furrowing as he stops in his place. He looks genuinely confused, his finger lifting to point between the two of us. "This is a weird pair." He blinks, looking past me at Robin.

"I was just asking what they needed help with. Don't worry, I can do my job." I snicker under my breath at the tired look Steve throws her way, but I'm quickly reminded of my job at hand when Steve walks by me, the smell of hairspray and cologne rushing past me.

"Since when are you two friends?" Steve asks, lifting himself up onto the counter as his legs swing, hands clasped in his lap as I look to Eddie once more.

"Since when are you her keeper?" Eddie's sarcasm drips from his tongue as I bump him with my hip and he wraps an arm around my shoulder, my eyes rolling at the proximity. Eddie knows better than anyone that he's the only person I'd let speak for me, knowing full well his comebacks are ten times better than mine ever could be.

The amount of times he's won fights for me, on my behalf, is astounding.

"Are you two, like, dating?" Robin asks curiously and I snort, reaching up to cover my face as Eddie ruffles my hair.

"Nah, she's like a groupie, ya know? Follows me around and shit, it's kinda weir- hey!" My fingers immediately pinch at his side as he cowers away from me, his finger immediately pointing at me as I giggle at his angry expression. "What did I say about the pinching? So not cool." He straightens his jacket as I throw my arms up in surrender. "Anywho, Robin, care to help me look for a movie that shortshit and I can watch tonight?" He asks, the freckled girl's brows raising as she tosses a hesitant look back to Steve. Steve just crosses his arms over his shoulders, looking away from her as she turns back around.

"Uh, sure. Come with me." Eddie mutters a quick 'stay here' under his breath as he brushes past me, sending me a wink as he follows Robin down one of the aisles. I gulp as Steve hops down from the counter, making his way over to the counter that separates us, his arms sliding towards me as he leans over the glass.

"Why're you hanging out with him? What could you possibly have in common- he's like two years older than you." Steve scoffs, looking up at me through his lashes as I shrug, wrapping my arms around myself protectively as I shift my weight between feet.

"And you're like three years older than Max yet she's always with you when you hang out with Dustin." I retort, his face falling and eyes rolling and he straightens up, his palms flattening against the glass with a sigh.

"That's different, Eddie literally flirts with you, kid."

"Don't call me that." The words come out before he can even finish his sentence. His brows skyrocket in confusion and shock at the sternness of my tone, but there's angry tears waiting to spill from my eyes as I blink them away the best I can.

"Y/n, seriously-"

"I mean it, I'm not a kid. You gotta stop treating me like one." I clear my throat, reaching up to brush a hand through my hair as his lips part as I continue. "I am less than a year younger than Nancy, Steve. So what's this huge divide between treating her like an adult and treating me like the rest of the fucking kids you babysit?" My voice raises in octaves and volume as he shushes me, his finger pressed to his lips as his face falls. His eyes nervously flicker over my expression and he leans towards me again.

"Woah, are you really upset about this?" He whispers curiously, my heart aching in my chest as my eyes flicker down to my shoes. "C'mere." He offers, catching my attention as he nods towards the break room. Giving the store a look, my eyes catch Eddie's as he nods slowly, mouthing a slow 'you're okay' and a soft smile spreads over my lips. My feet carry me behind the counter and into the break room, my heart pounding in my chest as Steve closes the door behind us. I try to bite at my lip to keep it from wobbling sadly but Steve notices quickly, taking a step towards me. "Hey, alright. Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was making you feel that way." His hand reaches up to rest on my upper arm, thumb brushing over my skin soothingly.

"You don't realize a lot, Harrington." My words come out more bitter and spiteful than I intended, Steve's body tensing as if I smacked him across the face.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Do you know how many times I held Nancy while she cried about how big of an asshole you were, even though I just wanted to scream in her face that she was the asshole?" I quiz, eyes squinting up at him as his lips part in a silent answer but I don't give him time to respond before going on. "Nancy was practically cheating on you and she couldn't even tell you she loved you, Steve. You shouldn't have to beg people to tell you that they love you, but you did. And in the process, you ignored the people who actually give a shit about you." I laugh bitterly, running my hands down my face as I lean against the table behind me.

But here I am, wanting nothing more than to beg him to love me.

"Who did I ignore?" He asks, his face twisted up in confusion as his sweaty hands soothe over the front of his jeans. I know he hates disappointing people, upsetting them, especially when he didn't intend it. So, this is possibly the biggest bomb that could've ever been dropped on him today.

"I sat and I watched. For fucking years." I huff, eyes fluttering shut to avoid his gaze that makes me want to melt into the floor here and now. He's so gently curious and worried, my ears tuning in on the sound of him coming closer to me. "I gave Nancy advice for a year, I was the one who revised your English papers and college applications, not Nancy. She'd give them to me, thank me, and go about her day." I admit, my eyes opening again just in time to see his betrayed expression, his head tilting a bit as his eyes lock on the ceiling. He thinks for a moment with a small pout on his lips before sighing, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine sadly.

"You think I ignored you?" His voice is laced with sadness and disappointment but I can't tell if it's directed at me or himself. His shoulders deflate at my small nod, my heart slowly chipping and cracking in my chest at his dismal smile.

"You still do."

"Bullshit." He laughs, shaking his head as my brows lift, waiting for him to go on. "Do you realize I can't even call and leave messages on your phone because Nancy might hear them. So I call, like an idiot, hoping that you'd be the one to pick up so I don't have to ask if you're home but you're never home." My breathing catches a bit in my throat as my brain processes the thought of Steve standing at the phone, anxious to call me. "Is it cuz you're at Eddie's?"

"He's the only one who doesn't treat me like I'm Nancy's younger sister or Mike's older sister or that one girl who helped solve that Russian code that one time." I explain but he doesn't seem pleased with it. His head dips forward as he mutters a quiet 'oh my god' under his breath, hands reaching up to slick back his hair in frustration. "Am I not allowed to have friends?"

"I'm your friend!" His fingers point to himself as he laughs bitterly.

"No you're not." I whisper, heart pounding violently against my ribs as he huffs out a whine, confused as to why I'm being so mean. "I don't want you to be my friend, Steve- fuck!"

"Then what do you want from me?" He asks frantically, his hands reaching forward to take mine in his. My sad smile returns at the contact, loving the way his thumb is brushing mine in reassurance as his eyes so desperately try to meet my gaze.

"Everything." I huff but it's not much of an explanation. I can tell I'm not helping his confusion, his head only shaking gently, urging me to go on, to explain what's going on in my head. "I'm not Nancy, I'm nothing like her." I gulp, looking up at him as he gives me a deadpanned look, almost saying 'well duh'. "I'm the black sheep of my family and maybe that's why I get along with Eddie so much. But him and I could never date because all I talk about is you and you're all I've talked about for years." I bite at my lip the moment I'm done with my confession to keep myself from saying more, watching as Steve's expression practically goes through the fave stages of grief in only a few moments.

"Wha-" He cuts himself off as anxious tears continue to fill my eyes, frustrated and waiting for the inevitable of 'I don't feel that way about you'. "Fuck, really?" He asks in a hushed voice, dropping my hands from his as he takes a step back, breaking my heart even more.

"Don't say it like that." I whimper, quickly reaching up to bat the tears away from my cheeks as he curses, holding his hand out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He laughs nervously, resting his hands on his hips as his eyes flicker over my trembling frame. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't I- Steve you were fucking my sister in the next room over and I would lay there and sob. Sorry I couldn't profess my love." His frown deepens, hands reaching back towards me as he pulls me into a hug.

"S-Should've told me." He mutters against my hairline, nuzzling his nose against me as my eyes flutter shut.

"You made me feel like I was just a kid to you- like a kid sister." My fingers toy with the edge of his shirt, folding it between my fingers as he cringes.

"Gross, no." He laughs, leaning back to look down at me, hands sliding to rest on my lower back. "It was never my intention to treat you like that. Maybe I was overcompensating the platonic part a bit to cover up the other stuff." He laughs to himself as my brows pull together.

"Other stuff?"

"Stuff like when Nancy was watching Jonathan, I was watching you put makeup on in that mirror by the front door in your house." He admits, eyes skirting lower than mine as his cheeks warm in embarrassment. "O-or, uh, I'd come over to eat dinner with your folks and I would watch you do dishes from the other room, trying to chalk up the nerve to go and offer to help you." A sincere smile slips onto my lips at his bashfulness, my hands moving to rest on his waist as I peer up at him through my lashes. "Whenever you weren't looking, I was."

"Could've been doing more than looking." I tease, watching as his brows skyrocket, his lips parting in a shocked laugh.

"Should've been." He whispers with a grin, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm here now." My head bobs in a simple nod, tucking my lip between my teeth as I coyly look up at him as silence looms around us. He just smiles, neck craning as his nose brushes against mine. My stomach swirls at his proximity, my head spinning as his lips tentatively skim against mine.

Taking charge, I close the gap between us, my hands gripping his t-shirt in my fists as he kisses me softly. It's better than I ever could've imagined, his lips way softer and careful but maybe it's because it's me. I'm not just another girl he hooks up with messily, no, this is different.

His hand reaches up, fingers skimming along my jaw as he angles my chin, deepening the kiss as I gasp, lips parting instinctively as he laughs, forehead resting against mine as we catch our breath.

Suddenly the door opens behind us, Steve immediately taking a hefty step back from me as Robin and Eddie appear in the doorway. Eddie looks proud and smug, his head nodding and he claps his hands at the two of us. Robin just sighs, clasping her hands in front of her.

"Fucking finally."

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[galaxygirl8880]

The TCF fandom has literally revived my love for writing- like I enjoy bringing my ideas to life and others like them too and I just-

Anyways take this.

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Lily's Orabeoni was a good person.

It doesn't matter how many people call him bad names, he is a good person.

Besides, what do they know? They don't know how he held her when she was small, they don't know how he would comfort and read to her whenever she couldn't sleep, how he would leave her little gifts whenever she was feeling sad. They don't know anything.

Her eldest brother was a good person.

Basen didn't believe her when she told him how kind big brother was.

When she overhears some kids bad-mouthing her brother at mother's party, her blood boils. She runs and tackles the moron.

"Shut Up! You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Ack- Get off of me!"

The boy throws a punch and it hits but it's okay because she hits back. They get into a fistfight and her mom grounds her but it's okay because Cale is there and he understands.

('She's there under her covers, frustrated tears blurring her vision. They don't understand. That kid was talking bad about her big brother! She hears her door open and close, there's a dip at the end of her bed and Cale asks what happened. She tells him everything, because if anyone would understand, it would be Cale.

He tells her that she shouldn't have done that and that it doesn't matter if they talk bad about him but it does matter. It matters to her. And he comforts her like she knew he would and it feels like everything is going to be okay')

She is going to be a knight. Her Orabeoni has shown her how to protect with words, now she will learn with a sword.

---

Lily dyes her hair. Just a single streak of red to match her brother.

When she shows her older brother, she tells him with a smile 'Look, look! Now we match! ' When he gives her a hug, she pretends not to notice the slowly growing wet spot on her shoulders.

---

Basen... is jealous.

He's denied it for a long time but watching his big brother teach his little sister how to make flower crowns while she watches with her eyes shining in excitement- he is jealous.

Cale is his brother (does Cale think that?)

Cale is his big brother but he's never- he's always been distant. Like Lily, Basen is sure that Cale is a good person. He knows how Cale sacrificed his reputation for him and his mother, he had a front row seat. How could he not know? When the adults confronted him, Cale pretend that he threw the vase just to be mean-

Is it childish that he also wants to feel the warmth of his big brother that Lily talks so much about?

Basen, on impulse, takes some basic problems that he'd already solved from his tutor and knocks on Cale's door.

By the time the door opens he's about ready to walk away-

"What do you want?"

Cale doesn't say it like he's upset, just tired. Basen tries and fails to suppress a flinch.

"C-can you help me with some problems I'm having trouble with?"

There's a short pause. His palms are sweaty.

"Sure." 'huh-?' "Get in."

Cale opens the door wider while Basen stays still like an idiot.

Cale moves to sitting on his couch, waiting.

"Well?"

"R-right!"

Basen is nervous and excited at the same time. Is it really that easy?

Cale spends a while explaining each question, doesn't once mock him, and right now? He oddly feels- Happy.

When they're done and move to get up, Cale ruffles his hair affectionately and they both freeze.

"Oh- Sorr-"

"No no! It's fine-"

They both leave the room in opposite directions (it was a bit awkward) and Basen has never felt lighter.

He heads towards Lily's room and reluctantly admits that "yes, his headpats do feel nice- you win"

After this, Basen also understands the anger lily feels whenever he hears servants talk badly about his brother. And he has a scary realization that Cale hears this all of the time.

[The next time Cale and Lily go to the gardens to play with the flowers, they invite Basen and there he learns that people really don't know anything about Cale. Even their parents.

Basen can see the soft smiles directed at him and Lily, the patience he has when they make a small mistake, and there he feels happy]

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Deruth is confused.

Lily has taken up a rebellious streak, seemingly starting fights with other children for no reason. The first time this happened, He asked lily why she hit the kid first and when Lily spoke, she teared up a bit and spoke, anger still present in her voice.

"He was saying stupid things."

Violian was shocked and so was Deruth.

They grounded Lily for the first time and both had a talk after. Deruth didn't want to admit it, but the possibility of Cale influencing her was high. Lily was still very young.

When Deruth asked Basen about this, he looked at Deruth in disbelief.

"..Are you sure?"

"I'm not saying anything is certain, just a possibility. Lily is still young."

"I... suppose so.."

(Later Basen would come into his office and take back those words.)

---

Deruth had just finished the paperwork for the day and went on a walk in a garden. There he found two of his children making flower crowns on a blanket and the oldest guiding them. They obviously hadn't seen him yet and Deruth paused for a moment. Cale was... smiling. That smile that he got so many compliments on, that everyone said could light up a room.

'when was the last time I've seen that smile...?'

Deruth felt his heart lighten and decided to walk up to them.

"I see you all are having fun."

"Father!"

"Hello"

Cale stopped smiling and looked tense.

"...Hello father."

Lily, noticing the awkwardness, quickly said something.

"Cale's teaching us how to make flower crowns!"

After a bit of small talk between the three (Cale staying silent), His oldest got up and placed two identical, well made flower crowns on Lily and Basen's heads.

"I just remembered I have a bit of work to do, you guys have fun"

And with a couple of headpats, Cale began to speed walk away.

"Ah- And there he goes.." Lily was pouting.

"... I think you should have told him to stay." Basen also seemed upset.

Deruth just looked helplessly towards the direction Cale walked off to. An unfinished flower crown left where he was sitting.

(The next day before breakfast, Basen handed him the flower crown from before and told him to give it to Cale during breakfast.

Contrary to Deruth's belief, Cale did show up

Near the end of breakfast, Deruth got up at the same time as Cale and nervously walked towards him. The table was silent, seemingly waiting.

Deruth held out the flower crown.

"You forgot this yesterday"

A pause, Deruth got even more nervous.

Cale hesitantly took the crown.

"..Thank you."

When Cale left, Deruth let out a shakey exhale. Lily was excited.

"Did you see his ears!?! He was happy!"

Later on, Deruth would get a report from Hans stating the usual but with a comment from Hans that would also make Deruth happy.

"The Young Master was seen wearing a flower crown all day! It was very odd.")

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If anyone wants me to, I'll make a part two :>

(I also kind of want to make one- I didn't put Violan here as much as I would have liked)

[zein-satsuki]

Top male reader X Stolas the Goetic Prince of Hell

Helluva Boss fan fiction contains angst, smut, violence and many many many fluff for my little cute hoppy owlet.

Not my art

"Wonderful, also son you were destined to have a precautionary heir to the goetia family so, you're now engaged. Congratulations! Isn't she charming?"

Living as a member of the royal family of the Ars of Goetia is quite the pressure but happy and fun too with the unlimited knowledge in stored by the father of the family and the spacious palace given lots of places to explore and entertainment to be build. As a bookworm, M/N just love the pure knowledge he could learn from the library. Books being reorganised as new ones replaced the old ones meaning more to read. As he grew up, he is being bullied by his brothers and sisters because of not socializing much but he never cared unless someone dirtied his favourite book or lie to him because they want to benefit by being his friend.

There was one time when it gone too far when his favourite book got snatched from him and stomped to the ground, red covered his mind and before he even realise his sharp nails are at his mean brother's neck and the others are bleeding out cold. He got stopped by F/N who didn't punish him afterwards and just rewarded him a grimoire of animals seeing the potential in his kid for the first time ever. The others got the wind of it and stayed away from him ever since they don't want to get hurt by the H/C haired demon's uncontrolled emotions.

M/N has many exotic creatures in his palace all taken cared by imps he interviewed and hired himself. He didn't care about their attitude against others but animals, definitely requires passion for animals and would never treat them wrong. After all, the creatures in his palace are all his most prized possessions. His father visiting once in a while to know about his progress on the grimoire, nodding and giving him praises every time he test him. Of course, M/N not giving a shit about his opinion since he clearly didn't really care about M/N like still getting his name wrong and such. He's just being himself and trying to steal more books off the demon's hand.

One day F/N feel like M/N is mature enough to meet the other Ars Goetic family's heir, so he dragged him (because M/N refused) to one of the birthday party of the Goetic prince, Stolas. He is really not that interested in socialising, been treated like shit for the past few years until the accident and now he just doesn't trust anyone anymore. And just as he expected, there are tons of people. His dad left him with the royal brats as he went to greet the other royal families trying to find a perfect mate for M/N that can make their family stronger.

M/N didn't bother to introduce himself to the states of the others instead just took out another book and start reading it. The other royalties are curious but didn't want to introduce first too so M/N got his peace as the area around him cleared up. He is enjoying this really much though he preferred to be home but this'll do too. As he think only to get disturbed by a certain birthday boy.

Stolas: Hello there fellow demon, I'm Stolas. I've never seen you around here before.

M/N: Oh, hi. I've just been in my room at all times. By the way, happy birthday.

M/N handed over his books about magical plants and another about the legend and stories of the twelve constellations. Books he liked when he was Stolas's age. He thinks he'll like them too. He was quite troubled at first with the gifts and asked his father for opinion and he gave shitty answers like 18+ stuff getting thrown a pillow to the face afterwards. He even bought it and dares offered it to M/N, M/N had enough of his bullshit and just throwing the book in the trash when his father's gone.

Stolas: Oh! I love plants and stars! Thank you so much! Father hadn't bought me books like those in ages. I just love reading facts about them.

M/N: Hm? Like what?

Stolas: Like the fact about plants can hear. Do you know if you played music to it it would grow really well in the future? I wonder does it listen to us talk too. Oh! Oh! Maybe if someone can get how plants talk we can know about lots of gossip around and...

M/N: Woah woah woah! Stop right there fella. Hehehe, never knew I'd find someone equally as interested in knowledge as me here. Now let me introduce myself properly. I'm M/N, from the L/N family. I would love to talk to you more in a more suitable place.

Stolas: Oh! I'm sorry if I rambled. Of course. Can you give you hell phone number?

M/N: Hehe... Sure. Here's my number.

Stolas: And here's mine.

M/N: I'll contact you once I get back alright. Your father seems to be calling for you, you might wanna go see him.

Stolas: Oh! Coming father. Goodbye M/N, wish to get a call from you later.

M/N: I will.

The owlet happily hopping away as M/N just watch him go. He thinks the blue blood is really cute and angelic unlike any other just caring for status especially Stella the crazy woman with her brother that's a sister loving fanatic. He despise the girl so if she ever gets in the way, he'd be a nightmare. So, his father always tend to keep a close eye to avoid that. M/N had a few snacks before going to look for his father as he's finished with his current book.

Then he overcome Stolas. The owl is just standing confidently beside his father as he introduced him to the rest of the guest, the owlet showing his well learned royal formalities and earning a few cheek pinches from the madams. Then, it was Stella's family, everything gone wrong when they want to match their kid together. Stella is completely disgusted with the cute owl and proceed to torture him with a few pluck out feathers but their family just dismissing it as a sign of love(not).

Stolas was already in the verge of crying when M/N walked over. The owl immediately struggled free going to his first ever friend hiding behind him and clutching his coat. M/N cooed at the cute act but also getting to finally meeting the goose noble that just tortured his friend.

Stella: Hah! Hiding behind the nerd's back like he isn't one pathetically none back boned noble in here, absolutely expected from a useless shit!

M/N: If you didn't learn how to speak properly why not get rid of that useless mouth of yours.

The F/C fur noble starting getting angry with red surrounding him a little meaning he's about to get down dirty just for a big set of arms hoisting him up. M/N turned around to see his father's usual cheerful smile and shaking his head almost unnoticeable to him. Not wanting to wreck the birthday party, he calmed down and F/N put him back down where Stolas immediately went up to him again asking if he was okay.

Stella got freaked out by the demonic eyes M/N showed when he was on the verge of blowing a fuse. She backed off for the rest of the party and later on complained to her parents and brother about the incident making Paimon lose his "perfect" engagement for his heir.

Huffing out annoyed, Paimon called forth F/N to discuss about the problem M/N made only for the male to offer his own child as replacement. This angered Paimon because there's no way two males can have an heir, but when F/N introduced him a magic rune M/N created of mixing two genes together to get a better mutation, he got interested. Then, F/N forced M/N to show his collection of exotic creatures almost making the male bare his fangs at his father before he said it was for Stolas.

It was surprising to see the male so calm showing his treasures to others. What they didn't know is, M/N constantly repeating for the cute owlet in his mind over and over again. After looking around and finding many species Paimon never seen before, he got interested and offered M/N two dark species and for him to perform it in front of him. M/N confidently did so and a baby unicorn hatched. Totally believing F/N now, he agreed to the proposal of him and got up to leave before giving M/N a pat in the shoulder telling him to treat his son well.

The engagement was kept a secret from Stolas till the day he finally can carry his duties meaning getting his grimmoire. But by the mean time, he always asked M/N put to play as they explore each others' garden together and finding their beloved plants and animals. Stolas would listen in on M/N's endless ramble about his collection of animals and the things they do. He found it cute to have the usually stoic and unmoving male so hyped about something. He'd get a few of the newborns too as they took care of them together earning cute little chuckle from the owl prince.

When it was Stolas's turn, he would introduce his exotic plants too. He even gave them funky names that are absolutely adorable to M/N. Seeing Stolas work his blood and sweat for his plants, M/N helped him too. After all the work they'd usually be dirty with the dirt on their hands and faces. And seeing each others' looks just made the cute duo erupt into a laughing mess. Then, M/N got the brilliant idea of smearing more on Stolas's face making the owlet hoot out as he race towards the F/C demon to take his revenge too.

They would also watch the stars together with Stolas telling M/N about each constellation's stories and introducing more and more about the beautiful galaxy. M/N always loved hearing his voice, the owl is just so cute and excited when he shared about his knowledge making M/N want to squish his cute face.

When M/N reached him about more magic showing all of them confidently and perfectly with a significant smile plastered on his face leaves the owl in a dreamy state. He loved watching how M/N would always be so confident in showing his own specialty and teaching him the spells with such gentle voices that just made him want to be embraced by the F/C fur demon. And he did just that.

One day, M/N offered Stolas a trip away from the palace to show him more of his other collection elsewhere. They've set up a place to meet and the time, but what M/N hadn't consider is, how Stolas never gone out before. The owl got lost as expected so M/N got to the place in time without the owl's presence, he immediately knew something's wrong since the blue blood owl was never late. He panicked and went for a searching spree around Stolas's palace ground. After a few minutes, he found the owl bruised up a little with messy fur while carried on the back of a female imp.

Stolas: ...and he's the first ever demon that had the same hobbies as me! He even taught me a lot of magic and showed me a lot more about the stars I don't know about.

Tilla: It's amazing! I had a boy which had a thing for horses, I think he can get along well with the two of you too.

Stolas: Horses? I love them too! But M/N never let me ride them. He always said I'm too small or something, I can't wait to be older so... Oh oh oh! It's him, hey M/N!

Stolas waved his hand while he was carried on the back by the female imp. M/N was very worried for his friend. Seeing him returning safely, he ran up to them as Stolas is being let down to the ground then get hugged by M/N.

M/N: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry...

Stolas: M/N, it's nothing. I wanted to come out to play as well.

Tilla: Well, it's time I get back. Goodbye little prince.

Stolas: Goodbye!

M/N: I'll get you back to my place, here.

Stolas: M/N, that imp told me a lot about her son and one of them appears to like horses too! Ain't it such a coincidence!

M/N: Hehehe... Well if we met them in the future we could invite them to play if you want to.

Stolas: Really?

Stolas's eyes gone starry as M/N chuckled through his breath thinking the latter is really really cute right now. He pat the pince's head gently before swinging the owl's arm across his shoulder to support him preventing him from hurting his knee further.

M/N: Of course, Stolas. Your friend is my friend too.

Stolas: Yay! Can't wait for the day we can meet with them!

M/N: Now now don't get too excited, we still need to think up an explanation to your father about your scrapped knee.

Stolas: Oh, right. But what about our trip out?

M/N: Don't worry, we can go out next time, there's plenty of chances don't worry. We need to focus on getting your knee better first. You don't want me worrying about you all day right?

Stolas: Alright then! I'll get better soon.

M/N: Hahahaha, it's not like saying it will make it heal immediately.

Stolas: No, stop laughing at me!

M/N teased the owl more making him flustered and forget all about the pain till they get back to the palace and patched him up with his favourite pictured bandages. He even signed it showing its the work of his making Stolas laugh a lot.

Thank Lucifer Paimon didn't come visit that day, Stolas get to have another sleepover with M/N as they fell asleep to the story telling show. Stolas all curled up comfy in M/N's embrace as the latter wrapped him in his arms with their tails entangled. The TV was soon turned off by the butler as he took another picture of the young masters cute position, ensuring they were covered by the blankets and leaving quietely.

M/N got the album of pictures as a gift from the butler not long after as he himself was thinking about a gift for the owl too. Hi birthday is this upcoming Tuesday and the pictures gave him an idea. He got out one stack of paper and started drawing. Thinking it's an absolute gift he giggled and kept on his work.

Stolas is very hyped for today when the butler woke him. He immediately phoned M/N and kept reminding him it's his day and rambled about the grimmoire he's about to get. The responsibility and power got him more excited as the butler brushed out his feathers. He hang the phone up and tracked up to the hall towards the living room where Paimon was present to give him his gift. At the same time came the arrival of M/N too.

Stolas: M/N! Father!

Paimon: Ah, there is my little owlet.

M/N: He forgot your name again Stolas.

Paimon: No I didn't, I know my own son's name perfectly. And M/N, don't!

M/N: Okay, okay I'll stop.

Paimon: Ehem, as I was saying. Well, my little one, it is finally the day you're becoming the true part of the Goetia family. Well, good for you. Are you ready to do what you meant to do to serve hell?

Stolas: Yes father!

Paimon: You will be entrusted with the studies of earth's stars. Stars that contains prophecies and all that stuff. Ain't that fun? You will be given studies as the grimoire, to grant you access to the human realm to study and observe and you will grow and lead as the prince of hell where you'll live on to pass your knowledge onwards.

Stolas: I will do my best father!

Paimon: Wonderful, also son you were destined to have a precautionary heir to the goetia family so, you're now engaged. Congratulations! Isn't she charming?

The moment Stolas saw the picture of Stella, he started crying. The moment that happened, Paimon started feeling M/N's horrific aura behind him, looking back to see the demonic smile of his. Panicking a little he immediately hid the picture and pat his son on the head a few times.

Paimon: I'm kidding I'm kidding! Calm down Stolas. Your real engagement is with M/N. Got no problem with that now do you?

Stolas: With N/N! Do you knew about this N/N?

M/N: Urmmm... Yeah?

Stolas: Why didn't you tell me?

M/N: I was afraid you won't like it and won't hang out with me anymore...

Stolas: Oh silly, I'd never. I love to be with you ~

The lovebirds(literally) snuggle up each other and start hugging and chuckling while Paimon just stood there. Noticing M/N sly smirk he cursed in his heart and just cut in to disturb their little time together by holding Stolas up and away from M/N. The demon smirking slyly in return just to get a "childish" from the F/C demon making him almost lose himself. Then he said through gritted teeth,

M/N: What. Are. You. Doing.

Paimon: Well, why don't we take a trip to the circus in town! Heard that they're pretty amazing~

Stolas: I'd love to go with you father!

M/N: But Stolas, didn't we already visited them last...

Paimon: Great let's go!

The goetia demon sped away with his son leaving M/N behind as the demon just grumbled and ran to catch up with them. The butler arranged their seats as they sit down accompanied by the few stares from the other demons since it's rare to see blue bloods around here. The circus show started a few minutes later. Stolas is starting to get excited while M/N just sighed and pet the cute owl a few times for the latter to chirp out happily.

Paimon just watched while having a little smile by his face too. He loves his son of course, but there's just too many to remember. Loud awed expressions and laughter spread through the circus as the circus member started performing their own talents on stage then came the lights out and clowns warning.

This made all of the imps surprised as the clowns lashed out with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. M/N received a fluffy little owlet as the clowns scared Stolas. He just rub him gently and kept him in his embrace. Stolas blushing a lot and snuggling into M/N. The imp brothers swinging around ropes throughout the circus as one of them let go trusting the other to catch him and they do it perfectly smiling happily as so. Stolas got so pumped up by the fun as his face went red with excitement while he started hopping a little in M/N's embrace. Paimon seemingly noticing his son's enthusiasm and gave his butler a look. Being a professional butler he pulled out his hellphone and arranged a sudden added show that includes Stolas and M/N with the circus bros.

Suddenly the lights shown on the lovely couple as Stolas felt flustered and crept down from M/N who the torch shining imp received glares from.

Imp: Let's give a round of applause to our beloved princes and welcome them up stage!!!!!

Crowds: YEAH!!!!!!!!!

The crowds were hyped to the fullest at the moment. Stolas and M/N completely stunned by the sudden announce that they just raise theirs arms up per the imps ask as the brothers grabbed onto them soaring through the air, sometimes changing ropes to ropes. M/N and Stolas both laugh their hearts out at the fun and comfortable feeling of wind. Then they had a perfect landing with M/N on the ground first and catching Stolas that was drop down above him. Stolas being too excited kissed his prince charming on the beak smiling sweetly as possible. Almost making the latter faint from such cuteness.

They returned to their seats chattering and talking about the fun they had on stage, especially Stolas that rambled to his father too which Paimon just hear patiently cause today's Stolas's birthday, he doesn't want to make him sad. Then, the little imp making balloon animals. M/N can't stand the awkwardness of Blitzo repeatedly mess up of his job and helped with a little manipulation of shapes with his power just a reward for making his dear so happy. But something gone wrong and the horse had no legs. M/N just buried himself into Stolas embarrassed by the failure of his first ever magic perform in front of people. The considerate owl just rubbing his fiance's head gently. Then, Stolas laughed at the jokes Blitzo made making the male in his embrace groan in jealousy. Stolas laughing even more due to his fiance's childish acts. Paimon totally taking this opportunity to record the embarrassing moment of M/N and sending it to his father.

Fizzarolli totally shoving Blitzo out the window with a perfect balloon horse earning the cheers from the crowd. The circus show ended as the crew bowed to the audience as claps are heard till the curtains closed.

As they were about to leave, Paimon made an excuse to leave, which M/N and Stolas just dismissed it while still being excited from the circus show. About a minute or so, they left the circus. Arriving to the palace as Blitzo and his father just seconds behind them.

Paimon: Here's your new friend my son, happy birthday.

M/N: Buying him a friend? Really, Paimon?

Paimon: Shut up you brat, don't make me send you home!

M/N: Ha, like I'd get...

The duo just straight out fighting in the back as Blitzo introduced himself to Stolas. Stolas bowing to Blitzo seeming to triggered the duo as M/N's hand went straight to Stolas's head to keep him up while his father just outright scold him for it.

Paimon: Don't bow to that one, you bow to us, idiot!

Stolas: Oh right.

M/N: Cut him some slack or I'll...

Paimon: You don't say that here!

Stolas: It's okay, N/N. I'm fine! This is M/N, my best friend and now my fiancé! Isn't that cool?!?!?

Blitzo: Yeah?

M/N: Calm down my darling, let's go inside.

Stolas: Oh yeah right!

Blitzo: Woah!

M/N: Um, careful darling.

The energetic owl pulling both of them in sprinting excited to show his collection. He rambled about the book M/N bought him his last birthday, it was about horses. That spiked Blitzo's attention, as the three of them talked about the different species and what kind of usual needs they have. M/N even took out his own made notebook from studying the magical creatures to show them what he discovered what wasn't in the book.

Apparently hell stallions are pretty easy to tame when you pull the hem of it's fur by the neck, same with all other mammals since their life source and weaknesses are all concentrated there. Then, the watch on M/N's wrist started sounding alerting the trio. Stolas squealed knowing what that means as he yet again drag the duo to his garden and there they saw how the foal is born into the world. M/N and Stolas working together as they helped the mare clean up the blood and patch her up with a few spells from M/N's grimmoire. Then they wrapped the foal in soft towels leaving for Stolas to hold it. Blitzo just staring at the foal with stary eyes as M/N gave him the other foal wrapped in towels.

He always dreamt of seeing a horse and now holding a baby one in hand is just a dream come true. He's so excited he can't form words properly and just started stammering. This made the couple laugh as Blitzo just wanted to dig a hole and hide after realising his mistake.

M/N: Didn't know you would like horses this much. You can keep it if you want?

Blitzo: Really?????

Stolas: Of course! N/N's got loads of them in the barn already.

Blitzo, mind-blown by the generosity of the blue bloods just accepted quick as possible afraid that they'll take the offer back. M/N knew he can take good care of the foal since he know what an animal lovers like. The three of them ran off again to other places in the garden with Stolas showing his amazing garden skills that includes the flowers colour blooming into a beautiful picture of him and M/N. The cheesy feeling just made Blitzo a bit uneasy but he still compliments it as it is quite an amazing work. Then, M/N showing Blitzo and Stolas his collection of favourite magical creatures. One of them being dark ponies that are big and handsome absolutely, Blitzo loving it absolutely too.

After all of that, they got tired. Stolas pulled them towards the tree where a small table set is there under the shades of it. M/N left to brew some tea up where Stolas was left to keep Blitzo's company. When he came back, they are talking about him.

Blitzo: M/N's so cool! Do you think I can ride thunderstorm if I ask him nice enough?

Stolas: Well, I'm not too sure about that, I think thunderstorm is still out of league. Maybe you can in another few years or so?

Blitzo: Huh? But why? Awww, but Thunderstorm's so cool, I really wanna try it out.

Stolas: Because it's dangerous, Thunderstorm will kick anyone he isn't familiar with. His kick can send you straight to heaven.

Blitzo: Hmph! I want to become closer to the stallion too. Please teach me, M/N~

M/N: Hahahaha! It's not that easy though, since you aren't strong enough. Thunderstorm despise the weak. Maybe in the future when you're strong enough?

Blitzo: Hmph! Fine then.

Stolas: Oh, look at the time. It's pretty late already. Aren't your parents gonna worry about you?

Blitzo: Oh crumbs, I forgot about it!

M/N: About what?

Blitzo: Um...Uh...nothing. I'm gonna go home now, I had a great time with you two.

M/N: How much did Paimon pay your dad for buying you one day?

Blitzo: Um, a condom and a five dollar bill...

M/N: Ugh! Literally can't with that guy! Here.

A huge rainbow amulet was taken out as the shine almost blinding Blitzo's eyes. M/N noticing the shine wrapped in up with some cloth and just placed it in Blitzo's hands closing it up.

M/N: Here, thanks for the company today. Next time, how about you show us what you do on your free time?

Blitzo: Sure! I can introduce you to my best friend too, Fizzarollii will sure be excited to meet you guys too! I'm just sure of it!

Stolas: Till we meet again?

Blitzo: Till we meet again.

The two blue bloods watch as the little imp with his father descend from the road bidding bye to Blitzo happily.

M/N and Stolas: Good-bye Blitzo!

Blitzo: Good-bye!

That concludes their happy first meeting which Blitzo will never forget because of the prize of getting stronger and for the foal gifted. However the promise of meeting again never seemed to happen, as both the goetia demon are busy with their studies and Blitzo is busy with his circus work. The lovers still attending some of his shows when they're off from studies. They even joined in a few times attracting a lot of people so Blitzo's father's not complaining. They eventually got to hang out with Fizzarolli and they play pretend with the balloon animals together. Blitzo as he is always liking a lot of blood spread and gore and shit. Then, Stolas asked about their future dream jobs.

Fizzarolli: I think being a clown's great, I like all the fun and attention I get now.

Blitzo: I want to be the boss of the circus in the future and I'll make the circus greater and bigger than it ever was! I'll even hire you guys when you're broke as hell.

Stolas: You? Hiring us?

M/N: Ha! In your dreams pal, you can't even handle thunderstorm yet.

Blitzo: Just you wait! I'll do it in the future I'm sure of it!

Fizzarolli: What about you guys?

M/N: Hm? Just the usuals I guess but I'll sure bring my darling on vacation all over hell in the future.

Stolas: Oh, N/N~ I love you.

The two started nuzzling against each other making the imps groan having to witness and be envious of their heaven like relationship in such a young age. It's not easy in hell to find a perfect significant other, so Stolas and M/N is really lucky to have found each other. The two imps showing each other a sly smirk as they both ounce onto the avian demons to tickle them. Erupted laughter totally destroying the lovey dovey atmosphere.

M/N: You know, if you guys want, we can nuzzle you too.

Blitzo: Eww, no. Leave that for your husband.

Stolas: Actually, about that. We came here for another reason.

Fizzarolli: Hm?

Stolas: This.

The avian demon taking out a fancy looking invitation from his pockets while M/N hugged him from behind. The feeling of his beak in his neck just made Stolas chuckle slightly. Fizzarolli and Blitzo studied the invitation to let out surprised sighs.

Both: You're getting married!!!

Stolas: Yes! Isn't that exciting?

Blitzo: But, aren't you guys just 18?

M/N: Hahaha, we don't look at age to do things Blitzo. Besides, we're pretty much doing everything a married couple do already.

Stolas: Yeah, mmf.

The two kissed again flushing a bit as the imps just looked away and pretend to puke making the couple laugh.

Fizzarolli: Well, we'll come for sure. But don't expect us to bring some fancy ass gifts for your wedding.

M/N: Nah, your company's enough. We have to go now, Stolas. There's still a mountain stack more to deliver.

Stolas: Oh right! Good bye you guys!

Stolas and M/N waved goodbye as Stolas attempt to open a portal just to open it right below them. Both letting out surprised squeaks disappearing into the unknown. This just made the imps laugh even more. When the two avian demons send all the invitations out, they were exhausted. When they reached Stella's household, Stolas being to tired just hung over M/N's back asleep. The door open to reveal the butler and M/N just shoving the cards to her hand and turn to leave only to be stopped by the obnoxious voice of Adrealphus.

Adrealphus: Oh, there's the sorry of an excuse of a royalty. Total filth playing with imps. Ha!

M/N: Gawk all you want, I'm not giving you the invitation anymore. I'll just tell Paimon your family wants nothing to do with him.

Adrealphus: Wait, give me that.

M/N: Nope, have fun being the culprit of your family's downfall.

Adrealphus: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please.

M/N: Just this once, remember, I hate brats!

Fancy outfits and preparations of the wedding busied by the imps and the caring work of the magical creatures and cannibalistic plants in their conjoined garden falling into their hands. Off from the studies, it was a bit of a mess at the start with the fighting of the plants and animals. Alas, brought to the end by Stolas's crying and M/N's threatening glare.

After all the chaos, they'll have pleasant silence in the library reading books. The owl just sitting in M/N's lap and moving ever so slightly to set in comfortably.

M/N: Um, Stolas.

Stolas: Hm?

M/N: Could you stop moving so much, you're making me a bit excited.

Stolas: Oh, I'm sorry. Do you need help with that.

M/N: No, I don't want to break this atmosphere. I love this comfortable feeling.

Stolas: Hoot hoot, I love this too. Muah~

Stolas continue to read the book and M/N nuzzling on his furry hair drifting off to slumber. And the creepo (M/N's father) taking a picture of this exact scene too.

The wedding came up real quick, M/N kissing Stolas deeply in front of everyone as the priest announce their marriage. M/N went on a rampage with Lucifer and L/N his father when all their private moments pictures got released on their wedding as slideshow. Stolas just hid in pure embarrassment while the whole scene was kind of a mess. After chaos, they read their vows for each other already being fully excited and craving for each other, the two kiss erupting claps and howls from others.

Cheers from the crowd as Stolas threw his flower bouquet back with all his might that Blitzo ended up catching. Of course the ladies wanted the flowers for the blessing rumoured so the fight started. The whole wedding turned out to be a good fight as the married couple got their clothes ruined, but they didn't mind of course.

M/N took Stolas out on a honeymoon to the envy ring that had a underwater hotel with pretty colourful fishes swimming around the hotel. When the lights are out, it'll be even more beautiful with the corals lighting up by themselves. The colourful corse of colours bringing stars to Stolas's eyes. M/N got dragged around a lot by the hyperactive owl as they venture the whole hotel.

Stolas: This is amazing!!!! Thank you so much~

M/N: A promise's a promise. Now, how about we have some fun.

Stolas: Huh? Woah!

The owl got pushed on bed by the lust filled demon as he pin the avian demon on bed. Nibbling around Stolas's neck to find his sensitive spot as Stolas moaned and push into him more. Stolas also preening M/N around his sweet spot getting the H/C feathered demon to groan along. Their groins rubbing against each other, as they kissed and tongues swirl with each other. Kissing till they're almost out of breath but the thrusting of their groins never stopping wanting to get to their high.

Stolas: Ah...ah...AHHHHH!

M/N: Ugh!!!

The most beautiful moan let out as a wet patch covered Stolas's pants. M/N had an orgasm too, but seeing Stolas this sexy totally got him excited again. They kiss hug and preen each other till all their clothes are off. Then they switched position to M/N holding onto Stolas's thigh to keep him steady as the owl is shakily doing up and downs on M/N's face. The long tongue reaching places his own fingers couldn't, as string of moans just stream from his mouth.

Stolas: Ah...ah... it's so....good....slippery and so long...ah! Yes yes...press on that ah...ah

M/N sucked even harder around his sensitive walls, tongue fucking the certain spot that will make Stolas go crazy. Stolas's moans ring through the whole room as his grip on M/N's head grew stronger feeling closer and closer to ecstasy till the sweet release.

Stolas: Aghhhhh~ ha...ha...

M/N laid Stolas down on bed and licked the excess cum from Stolas's cock sexually making the said demon moan and get hard again.

Stolas: Please, N/N. I want... I...

M/N: Tell me, what do you want baby?

Stolas: I want your cock already, please, AH!

While whining needy, he got picked up as M/N complied to Stolas's wishes changing their position to missionary. Both looking at each other lovingly as M/N went down for another messy make out session with his dear owl, a hand guiding the feathered arms to hold onto his shoulders as the other started stroking Stolas's shaft in languid long strokes.

Stolas: Ah...ah....feel so good. Keep going, N/N. Ah...Ah....wha?

Sudden feeling of intrusion just made Stolas went blank as immense pleasure of being attack by the back and front at once just leave his mind blank as he spurt out dirty words and whining more and more. Chuckling, M/N took out his sliick covered fingers and positioned himself in front of Stolas's hole. Looking Stolas deep in the eyes and hands tightening the long legs wrapping around them, tails entangled.

M/N: Are you ready my dear husband?

Stolas: Put it in N/N, please~ ah...AHHH hurts. It hurts. Ah ha no

M/N: I'm sorry baby, I'll go slow I promise.

He inserted bit by bit, seeing his dear owl pained and sweat filled face, he started stroking his shaft again polishing the shaft with the precum making the male below him writhing as the limped dick got excited again.

Stolas: Ugh...ha...yes, I want your big fat cock daddy!

M/N: Baby, stop! You're not ready yet.

Stolas: I don't care, I want it now.

A loud scream came afterwards as Stolas swing his hips forwards engulfing all of M/N. All Stolas feeling right now is pain like his been ripped apart, shaking slightly as tears streamed down his face sobs heard. M/N immediately went to console him, whispering how he was so tight and good for him, such a pretty little bird all for him and how he always look so charming while stroking his shaft and playing with his sensitive spots to get him to calm down.

M/N: I love you baby. Let's just cuddle for the night, I think we're both not ready yet.

Stolas: Wait, no! I want to do this! We went all the way now, just give me some time.

Deep breaths taken as they intertwined their hands again, M/N nibbling softly around Stolas's sweet spot, erupting more erotic moans and proceed to calm him down. Tears drained Stolas's face and his face was all flushed too, M/N wanted to record this moment but well he's busy pleasuring his sweet lover.

Deep and hard thrust in different angles followed after to find that certain spot again. Then M/N flipped Stolas to his side and start fucking him sideways that just seem to rub past his prostate as deep as possible. Screams and uncontrollable writhing until Stolas just came harshly, weakly holding onto M/N. His hole clenching and milking M/N making M/N groan and came buckets into the avian demon. Exhausted from the activities M/N lay down beside Stolas peppering kisses across his face and embracing him. Feeling so loved and worshipped just made the owl hoot happily as tiredness drown him. Seeing his sleepy look, M/N just caress him and hum a little to soothe Stolas down for him to go to sleep.

He got up after hearing the familiar snores of his lover. Grabbing a wet cloth from their luggage, he cleaned up the left over cum on Stolas's body and the sweat too, then lead the cum out of his hole with his fingers making the owl moan gently from his sleep. Sexy as hell but M/N's too tired to continue anyways. Throwing the dirty cloth in the basin, he pick up the large blanket from the floor and wrapped both of them in it, Stolas roll into him right after, the cute snores lulling M/N to sleep too.

A lot of aftercare and sweet talk followed after as they spend their wonderful vacation at the hotel and resorts there. They even went scuba diving to see the beautiful coloured sea creatures. No sea monster dare to disturb their time with the hell's most venomous fish guardian by their side everywhere they go. Sometimes they sat in front of the large underwater window just enjoying cuddle time together, and sometimes they went out to hunt and explore more about the envy ring already planning their first anniversary trip to the other rings.

Yet fun times always went by fast. It was time for then to return to their duties. Their everyday lives still envied by their friends with the constant post of their daily of feeding each other, gardening session, grooming sessions even animal riding and caring activities. The magic they perform also a light to their world. The people were grateful for the couple's effort of serving hell. Their popularity eventually rising higher and higher.

M/N introduced Stolas his experiment about having a child with only the genes of the two of them, and asking if the Stolas can be the host of the egg. Stolas totally excited from the deep of his heart and nodded repeatedly pouncing onto M/N and kissing him again and again. The experiment worked perfectly as the egg grew months by months, Stolas completely cut off from his work since M/N doesn't allow him to do his job not wanting his stressed out. Cravings and bad tempers always cured by the immediate serve of his favourite dishes and the warm hugs and sweet praises.

By the day Octavia was born into the world. Stolas had little to no problem with labours since it's a small egg and he always had M/N prepping him for this exact moment meaning lubing him up and fisting him open at night. The two taking care of their egg by staying in their nest all day giving warmth to the latter till she hatches. Blitzo often came to visit the owlet making the cute owl hoot happily while Stolas just starry eyed all over taking tons of pictures of his precious Starfire.

Laying on M/N's body lazily, Stolas flip through the pages of the book hold by M/N as they were reading a story book in M/N's office. Suddenly a bang of the door in came an intruder getting M/N immediately on guard as Stolas's face got stuffed into his chest before one of his hands with dark red aura aiming at the one.

Blitzo: Wait wait wait!!!! It's just me.

M/N: Oh.

Stolas: N/N! Stop hiding me every time we're in danger! It's not like stuffing me into you're chest is gonna help with anything!

M/N: Aww~ but you said you liked it before.

Stolas: Not unless it's on the bed!

Blitzo: Um, as much as I like to watch my favourite couple drama I have something important to say.

Stolas: Oh hi Blitz, didn't you see you there. Hehe...

Blitzo: Yeah, yeah.

M/N: Stolas, you'd make him upset.

Blitzo: Oh, shut up. I just wanna ask if you guys had anything that can let us access the human world?

This includes Stolas's responsibility as he sat up still comfortably in M/N's embrace getting serious.

Stolas: And what would that be for? You know my dad would be at my neck if anything you let the humans finds out and shit.

M/N: Language my dear. Octavia's starting to learn from you, you know?

Stolas: Is she now? I thought you were the one that was always cursing in front of her.

Blitzo: Ehem!

Stolas: Oh right. M/N give me my grimmoire. Thanks hun, hm.... Aha, there's a crystal called Asmodean crystal that allows succubi and incubi to cross through the living and the dead.

Blitzo: Great! Where's it at? Or do you have it by chance.

M/N: Duh, it's engraved in Stolas's grimmoire, why else would you think he'd had access to the human world.

Blitzo: Great, may I borrow it?

Stolas: What! Of course not! I've got to use it for my jobs.

Blitzo: Your jobs all done by M/N anyway. Just let me borrow it for a few. Please~

Stolas: N/N?

M/N: You know what'll happen if anyone found out. Right my prince?

Blitzo: Please, pretty please!

Stolas: State your purpose then, I'll think about it.

Blitzo: Fine, I've got a crew of assassins and a client gave us an idea of expanding it further.

M/N: It's up to you, Stolas. I personally thinks it'll be fun.

Stolas: Sigh* Fine.

Blitzo: Yes!

Stolas: But, human disguises and no others finding out understood?

Blitzo: Yes, can you hurry... I'm sorry.

M/N: Good.

Stolas: And no getting caught or find out. If so I'll never trust you again.

Blitzo: I promise.

M/N: Return it once a month, I'll get the work done by then.

The fancy book was floated to the imp and the sudden fall of the heavy book just made Blitzo slip and fall making the couple laugh.

M/N: In return, you'll have to tend to our gardens for the entire day too! Good luck.

Before Blitzo complained, he was already teleported out by Stolas as the couple continued with their pleasant morning.

Octavia: Dad? Father?

The sweet call of their daughter got them both up again. Helping each other out with their attires as they walk to their daughter's room.

Stolas: Yes Via?

Octavia: Can I visit Uncle Aster? He phoned me yesterday.

M/N: Of course you can honey. After breakfast.

Octavia: You're the best, father!

Stolas: Awe, what about me?

Octavia: You? Father's baby I guess.

Stolas: Octavia!

Octavia: Hahahaha....

M/N just watched as his husband gone through the hallway chasing their daughter as a smile was brought to his face. Yes, this is everything that he could've wished for. Sudden cries of hunger from the room beside just woke him up form his trance as he went to their son's room. Room decorated with toys and soft plushies as the middle of the crib sat their crying little bird.

M/N: Shhh, Alex. Here, here.

A bottle of milk appeared in his hands as he filled his son's hungry stomach. Coaxing a burp out of him after he finishes then lulling him to sleep again in the crib. The little owl just letting out a cute yawn as he hugged his favourite plushie while he's off to sleep again. They originally didn't want to get another baby, but thinking that their daughter is gonna rule alone isn't an option so another came. They'd sooner or later leave their duties to their children and live together without the bother of others.

A few years went past. While Stolas was watering his plants, M/N gently stalked behind him and hug the owl.

Stolas: Ah!

M/N: I'm back.

Stolas: Ooh, welcome back my dear N/N.

They shared a passionate kiss caressing each other slightly before getting called out by Alex.

Alex: Ugh, get a room you guys!

The angry owl proceeded to leave as the couple just blush profusely. This happened many time already as you can see, but they still never see others besides each other when they're together.

M/N: Oh, I heard Blitz and his crew got the cheerubs in hell. You said you wanted the lamb right?

Stolas: Oh oh oh! Did you get it for me?

M/N: Yes darling~

Stolas: I love you so much, I'll repay you at night~

M/N: What do you need him for anyway?

Stolas: Oh, it's not me. It's Alex. I see the look on his face when he saw their advertisement. Oh how young loves bloom.

M/N: Beautiful indeed. The full moon festival in the wrath ring is coming up soon, when do you want to get your book back?

Stolas: Hm, maybe tomorrow. I'm sure they'll get their work done by then.

M/N: You sure you're able to walk tomorrow?

Stolas: Oh you're on!

In fact Stolas indeed didn't get up that day so it was still M/N passing onto the news. He even offered the I.M.P s a trip there as a compensate.

Blitzo: Deep breath sucked in* THUNDERSTORM!!!!

M/N: Yes yes, the one you love so much. How's Rosie doing by the way?

Blitzo: Oh, she's doing great! See I even bought her the... oh you got one for him too?

M/N: Yeah, he is my favourite after all.

Stolas: Ehem!

M/N: Okay, second favourite.

Alex: I heard you father!

M/N: Fine, all of you are my favourites. Satisfied my dears?

Octavia: Yes.

M/N: Great let's get moving now before we get late.

Alex: Don't do it with daddy on the car alright.

Stolas: Alex!

Blitzo: Pffft.

M/N: No one encourage him!

The festival was a blast and then came the day where Blitzo and Moxie got in trouble with the humans. This time Blitzo notifying M/N, both startled by the sudden alarm as they came early making Stolas moan from the warmth spurt inside of him. When M/N recollected himself enough to know what just happened, he blew a fuse and wrap his husband tight in the blankets after leaving a note. He left to the living world with his grimmoire and destroyed the whole laboratory in the process almost killing the I.M.Ps too. The cold stone expression scaring them half to death finally able to breathe again after Blitzo reminded him about Stolas.

He rushed home to find the owl curled up like a ball seeming to be in a bad dream. He hum to him softly and pat him gently cooing the latter to return to his good dreams as his eyebrows are soothed out. Getting into the warm bed, he started planning for early retirement. Feeling his lover curling up to him made him snap lots more photos.

The end~

[lyssak09]

Hi, I have a request for you from DBD.

How about yandere Leon with a killer reader?

I got you my potato friend! My sister helped me since I don't really deal with killers. It isn't as long as my normal ones but oh well

Leon was apart of the S.T.A.R.S so he had to learn how to hide his fear

But whenever he saw you, he felt fearless

Yes you were trying to kill him an his friends, but you're just so beautiful and angelic.

He always wanted to be near you, be the main thing you focused on.

Even when you were both in the trials, he would always be around you. He wanted to be your everything.

He wanted to be your first down, your first hook, and your first kill. 

He didn’t care if your blade went through his back, he didn’t care about the rusty meat hook, he didn't care about the searing pain

As long as he was first

Outside of the trials, when you weren’t lusting for everyone’s blood, you could actually be quite the nice person. He wished you could always show that side to him

A lot of the killers were nicer outside of the trials. 

You could go to whichever campfire you wanted, there was nothing stopping you.

As long as you weren’t trying to kill each other. 

So, of course, Leon would always want to be there near you. 

While you might not have minded it for a while, there was still quite the unnerving presence about him

If he wasn’t with you at the campfire, he was watching you from somewhere else

If you weren’t trying to kill him in the trial, he was watching you from afar. 

He thought that everything you did towards him was a sign of your love and affection to him. 

But that also meant that anything you did to anyone else, he would be mad at.

If Jake was the first one down and the first hook, he would be furious with Jake. 

If anyone else was downed before him then they would have to face his fury at the campfire. 

He didn’t think you could do anything wrong to him. He thought it was everyone else’s fault. Why would his angel do anything to upset him? That's just silly.

He loved everything about you too. Your personality, your hair, your eyes, everything and anything. 

If you ever allowed him to get close enough to give you any sort of physical affection, he would go way past your welcoming limit. Holding hugs or handshakes for way too long, making every little thing about it uncomfortable for you.

And if you ever dared tried to make it known that you were uncomfortable with it, he would apologize, but feel very upset. 

Why would you not like his attempts of showing his love to you? Didn’t you love him?

Of course you loved him. How could you not? I mean it's obvious that you love him, especially will all the hints he believes you're leaving him. You love him don't you?

Don't you?

Leon will eventually get tired of having to share your attention. And TThe Entity will take notice of this, and use Leon to feed off of his emotions more. 

The Entity will make sure that you are forced to be separated from each other. Make sure that Leon couldn’t be near you, and make him watch as you gave other people your attention. 

But Leon will start to become violent. Maybe hurt his fellow survivors to release his rage. So The Entity will have an idea. It'll make a deal with Leon.

"You'll be given what you want, if you are able to give me more hope from your fellow survivors" 

Leon will take The Entity’s deal.

Though with taking the deal something about Leon had changed. He stopped doing gens, and stopped getting the survivors off the hooks.

Instead, he would start to break the generators and start to hook the survivors. He did everything in his power to kill everyone, leaving not a single one to come out alive. 

He had become a Killer. The very thing that he hated most until he met you. 

He wanted to fulfill the Entity’s wishes.

He wanted to keep you. 

"Wake up, Dear." You hear a voice coo at you. You start to stir awake, the noise of the voice startled you. You slowly recognized the voice. And it was definitely not your roommates. "Leon?" You mumbled out tiredly. You opened your eyes to see a crazed, and slightly bloodied, Leon on top of you. Leon’s ice blue eyes were not filled with the same calm that they used to be. They were now filled with the same crazed look that most of the killers have. The blood on his body made you concerned with his well being. Was he hurt? Why else would he be covered in blood? Though it was slightly concerning why the Entity didn’t heal him before he came back to the campfire. “Are you okay?” You ask him, sitting up and inspecting the blood stains on his officer uniform. “More than okay,” Leon’s big smile sent chills down your spine. You nodded and took a quick glance around, noticing that this wasn’t your room. Nor was it even your cabin. But, that’s when Leon’s voice finally helped you realize what had happened, “Especially since you’re all mine now.”

A round of applause for my amazing sister! 👏👏 And again, I love it when you guys request stuff. Don't be afraid to request more!

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Oikawa YN:

Manager of Team Japan

Team Japan featuring Oikawa x Oikawa YN (fem! Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, Oikawa and Atsumu in the same fic again

A/N: This is a request from @korrynn-nadine!

I see not one way this could go bad 😅

Even writing that I'm laughing, failing to convince myself that managing Team Japan AND being an Oikawa is a good idea

But at least you're a well liked Oikawa

You are so pretty YN 🥺

Seriously Iwaizumi is like 100% sure you were adopted because there was just no way NO WAY

When you first learned of the position as Team Japan's Manager, you honestly thought it would be a great gig

You knew alot about volleyball and you knew several of the players

Including our residential hotty Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, Athletic Trainer 🥵

Who you probably, more than likely definitely had a crush on 😏

Anyways, you didn't tell anyone you applied for the job

Because like if you didn't get it, there honestly wasn't any hurt feelings

But since Kuroo Tetsuro was put in charge of hiring the manager (let's just pretend he was ok don't come for me), he saw your name and thought

"What fun" -Kuroo 😈

You see Oikawa had quite the reputation in Japan and around the world

Not necessarily a GOOD reputation but he definitely did have one

Kuroo knew Ushijima, Kageyama and subsequently Iwaizumi were looking forward to crushing Argentina and therefore our bby boy Oikawa

So how fun would it be to have Oikawa's baby sister as manager 😃

God he's a brilliant man everyone, round of applause 👏🏻

Needless to say, you were so excited you got the job that you told Makki and Mattsun

You were going out to dinner with them when you broke the news

"Guess whose the new manager for Team Japan??" You said, beaming

Makki and Mattsin rn 👉🏻🤨🤨 who?

"Me, it's me"- you 😐

"Team Japan's what YN?"- Makki said

You just rolled your eyes because honestly boys 🙄

"Volleyball silly"- you

"Women's right" Mattsun said 😳

"Nope! Mens!"- You say as Makki spits his drink across the table and nearly chokes

"Oh my god YN you have to record Toru's reaction when you tell him!"- Mattsun said laughing so hard he almost fell on the floor

You rn 👉🏻😐

"Where'd the hidden camera's YN because this has to be a joke"- Makki, literally dying

Even telling your bestie Kyotani didn't go like you expected

"The men's OLYMPIC Volleyball team YN?"- Kentaro asks you

You RN 👉🏻 seriously why does everyone keep asking that 😐

Nevertheless, we have a job to do YN and there is only one person who can do it

That's right, you, Oikawa YN

You walked into the gym on your very first day so excited

Bby please I'm so excited FOR you 🥰

The guys all knew they were getting a manager and they were SO EXCITED

Bokuto, Hinata and Atsumu... mainly those three 🙄

so you walk into the gym and all eyes go to you

Kuroo is standing there too because why the fuck not 😅

Iwaizumi rn 👉🏻🤨 YN what are you doing here?

Kageyama and Ushijima 👉🏻 😐😐

Bokuto and Hinata 👉🏻🤪 🤸‍♂️

"Hi Haji!" You say waving "oh hi Tetsuro! I didn't know you'd be here today"

Iwaizumi is now looking between you and Kuroo like 😐😑

"Kuroo...."- Iwa getting a volleyball ready to throw

"Yes Iwaizumi"- Kuroo 😇

"Why the FUCK is YN here?"- Iwa 😠

Luckily for Kuroo, you save him from answering

"I'm the new manager Haji!! Isn't that great?!" You say so freaking excitedly

Please you are so happy and jumping with joy YN

The boys rn 👉🏻 😐😳 Iwaizumi istg if you don't say it's great...

"You do know who this is right?"- Iwa

"I'm YN silly"- you completely oblivious

"Yeah silly, she YN and she's hot"- Atsumu 😍

"Shes also an Oikawa"- Kageyama 😑

"You don't like me Tobio?"- You rn 🥺

"KAGEYAMA ISTG IF YOU MAKE HER CRY"- literally all of Team Japan rn

They all instantly love you 🥰

"YN, don't you think your brother is going to have a problem with you being our manager?"- Iwaizumi says

"I mean, who cares. Since when have I ever listened to Toru"- you

Straight fax not printer 💯

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🤔 you right

Thus begins the journey of our precious YN-chan

The boys instantly love you

Literally Hinata and Bokuto FEED off your praise

Everytime you compliment them, they legit get so cocky it's unreal

"Did you hear what YN said crappy-yama?"- Hinata 🤪

"You're receiving is still sloppy. Have you learned nothing"- Kageyama

Que the fighting 🙄

Mentally they are still in high-school and you can't convince me otherwise

Good think YN is great at talking people down

Seriously it's like a skill your proficient at especially having Toru as a brother

The sheer number of times you kept Iwa from killing him YN ☺️

Toru owes you his life honestly

Even Kageyama and Ushijima start to warm up to you

"Tobio that dump was SO COOL! Literally I had no idea it was even coming"- you 🤩

Kageyama 👉🏻😐😳😊 ah well-

"Wakatoshi oh my god I felt that spike shake the whole gym! I can't believe how strong you are!"- You 😍

Ushijima 👉🏻😐😊

Please Ushijima gives you headpats

You've officially been accepted YN 🥺

Now your relationship with Atsumu is basically the exact same as your relationship with Toru

Literally it's like being back at Seijoh again 🙄

"YN did you see that set??"- Atsumu

"Yes Sumi, perfect as always"- you 😐

"It was a tiny bit low but thankfully I'm so proficient you probably didn't even notice"- Atsumu 💅🏼

Please everyone knows Iwaizumi throws just as many balls at Atsumu as he did Oikawa

And YN is there with her concussion protocol sheet handy

And to remind Iwaizumi that Team Japan needs Atsumu to beat the other Oikawa

Honestly Team Japan is like a dream and you adore your boys

So why haven't you told Toru that you manage the team yet YN 🤔

Sounds like you might be putting it off 🙃

Not sure why you'd ever do that but you do

"Haji, please don't tell Toru I manage Team Japan yet ok?"- You begging your husband boyfriend bestie

Iwaizumi rn 👉🏻🤨 why....

"I don't want drama Hajime and wr all know Toru will drop everything to come here if I tell him"- You

Iwaizumi crosses his big strong arms across his buff ass chest

You rn 👉🏻😳🥵

"So you just plan to tell him at the Olympics YN?"- Iwaizumi

"Well I may or may not plan to tell him depending on the situation"- you 😬

Iwaizumi just shakes his head and laughs

He tells Mattsun and Makki (also Kindaichi and Kunimi) to get the cameras ready 🤣

So we finally make it 🙌🏻

The Summer Olympics 🏐🏅

You are excited and nervous

You managed to keep your secret for so long and now it's finally going to have to come out

You have carefully planned this moment YN

Down the the last detail 👏🏻

You are going to walk up to Toru in your team Japan jacket and just tell him

He definitely won't cause a scene at such a huge event like the Olympics right?

Totally right 🙃

You jump up and down, preparing yourself a little for the confrontation

"Toru, I'm team Japan's Manager and there is nothing you can do about it"- you say to yourself

"You got this YN!"- You, mentally

It's a good thing you don't have a needy team YN because that would make this lile 1000 times worse

Oh wait....

"YN HELP"- Hinata screams as you turn to see him

"Shoyo what's wrong-" "WE LOST BOKUTO" -Hinata screams

😐😐😐

Ok nothing to worry about...

When all of a sudden, I hear this agitating grading voice

"YN- what the hell..." your eyes widen as you turn to see your brother standing in his Argentinian jersey

when he looks at me 😐 and I look at him 👀 and he looks at me 😑 AND I LOOK AT HIM 😗🎶

"Uhhhh-" you 😰

"YN BOKUTO IS MISSING"- Atsumu screams from behind you

"YN"- Toru 😑

"YN- oh hi Oikawa" Iwaizumi 🙃

You rn 👉🏻 fml 🤦‍♀️

"YN- Oikawa " - 😡 Kageyama followed by Ushijima

This has to be some cruel joke from the universe istg-

Please Mattsun, Makki, Kunimi and Kindaichi have all appeared by now and have the devices recording 📱

Suna joined them

You 👉🏻🙄 ok ENOUGH!

"Sho, Sumu have you tried calling for him?"- You say as everyone stares at you

Hinata and Atsumu 👉🏻.... no....

You 👉🏻 ffs I have to do everything around her

"HEY HEY-"

"H E Y"- you hear Bokuto belf out as he makes his way through the crowd

You turn to see Toru now burning with fury

You cross your arms and glare at him

"Toru I'm managing Team Japan and there's nothing you can do about it"- you

Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Kageyama 👉🏻👀👀👀

Mattsun, Makki, Kunimi, Kindaichi, Suna 👉🏻🍿🧎‍♂️ 📱

Hinata and Atsumu 👉🏻🤨🤨

Bokuto 👉🏻 lost again 🙄

"I can't believe my sister would betray her own flesh and blood like this!"- Toru says in his dramatic ass tone

You 👉🏻😐🙄 I don't have time for this

"Alright boys come on, we have a match"- you say turning and walking ad the entire team follows you like little ducks in a row

"OIKAWA YN DONT YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME"- Toru screams

"Try and stop me"- you 🖕🏻

"You want me to hit him Yn"- Iwaizumi

"No let him be dramatic"- you say, grabbing the teams gear and heading to the gym

After your first game, you prepare to leave when you are stopped by the brick house that is your brother

"YN why didn't you tell me?"- Toru

"Because I knew you'd be this way Toru and I'm happy! So please don't ruin this"- you say, begging at this point

"YN I'd never ruin your happiness"- Toru, shocked and appalled ag your statement

You 👉🏻 🤨 I can't even count the number of times Toru

"I'm upset YN but i wish you would have told me sooner. As long as your happy YN"- Toru says

You 👉🏻😳🥺 really

Please hug him YN 🫂

"Also ypu can't date any of them"- Toru says as he kisses the top of your head

"Oh don't worry Toru, I only like Suna and Iwaizumi anyways"- you

"YN WHAT THE HELL"- Atsumu shouts 😱

Suna and Iwaizumi rn 👉🏻😏 😏

Please YN you've already created enough chaos for today 🥰

[rainbowmess823]

You absolutely cannot change my mind about this:

- Steve is the mom, Robin is the dad, Eddie and Nancy are the step parents, and Jonathan and Argyle are the really cool uncles.

- Steve definitely mothers everyone, there's curfew, there's a carpool scheduled, and, even if he doesn't admit it, he has definitely got into a shout match with a ref or another mom about his kid and another kid.

- Robin definitely fits the dad, she helps out with the kid's homework (especially languages classes), she has thrown one punch at a jock for picking on one of the kids tho she made them swear never to let anyone know that she punched someone for them, and her arsenal of dad jokes help.

- Eddie and Nancy both are step-in parents when the kids can't find either Steve or Robin, there's usually a threat of violence involved and the kids feeling extremely safe with the two tho both Steve and Robin scold all of them for it.

---

"No, Eddie! You can't say you'll summon Satan if they pick on Dustin."

"Nancy don't flash them your revolver please, I know they shoved Lucas but bullets wont solve this."

"THAT IS NOT WHAT WE RESORT TO WHEN PEOPLE TALK ABOUT MAX AND HER WHEELCHAIR! NO PUT MY BAT DOWN!"

"I'm not mad but...when we agreed to talk I imagined the talking with less threat of bodily harm and more of 'Hey! that's my brother so back off or else.' But it works."

---

- Jonathan and Argyle are very much the chill, laid-back uncles for when the kids just want to vent or want to see a different kind of perspective.

- Steve and Eddie parent Dustin and they have Sunday morning put aside for sci-fi movies in their pajamas.

- Robin parents the Sinclairs who loves that they get Robin to themselves on Mondays bcos they get milkshakes and talk about easy stuff like how their week is so far or Robin teaching them new shit.

- Eddie and Robin share custody of Will with Jonathan and all four of them have a bi-weekly gossip session at a diner, they talk shit about ppl and judge jocks.

---

"He's so stupid but so cute."

"You are down baaaad, mini Byers."

"He was terrible in California, I wanna hit him."

"I'll hold him down and you can handle him."

"I like the way you think, Buckley."

"We have a deal, Byers."

"Remind me never to get on your bad sides."

"Please don't."

---

- Robin and Nancy parents Max and they have a day-in every Sunday morning where they play music and do their own thing, Nancy's working on her article, Robin is reading her other language book, and Max is playing tea party with Holly (who sneaks her way in every morning to play with her new big sister Max).

- Nancy and Jonathan parents Mike and it a more of a subtle parenting caring thing bcos all three of them are emotionally constipated, there's casual check-ins and subtle reassurances.

- Argyle and El are the communal uncle and child, respectively.

- The kids go to Argyle for advice about anything under the sun and loves his relax attitude on life.

- The teens love El and makes sure she gets a semi-normal childhood which mean cartoon Friday with Steve, learning new things with Robin, shopping with Nancy, listening to new music with Eddie, bedtime stories with Jonathan, and advice about what life can be with Argyle.

- Everyone is absolutely terrified of Jonathan and Robin that when being scolded the two are used as a threat.

---

"Mike you better be down here on time or I'll have Jonathan and Robin teach you about punctuality!"

"I said no, Henderson! I swear to God, I'll have Jon and Rob take you for the week instead."

"Usually I'd say "hell yeah, red!" But Jonny and Buck scare me as much as they scare you and they'll find out we did this so I'm gonna have to say no."

---

- Jonathan and Robin get along so well and together they can get so scary.

- When the entire party are hanging out together they get scared when both Jonathan and Robin being scolding them bcos it's scarier than Nancy and definitely scarier than the Updie Down.

---

"I told you it was a bad idea! We're gonna get I trouble!"

"Relaaax, Eddie wouldn't care, Nancy's always telling us to do it ourselves and Steve won't know."

"I don't think stealing booze from the cabin counts, Michael."

"Don't call me, Michael!"

"They can't say anything all three of them drank waaaay more at our age anyway."

"Dustin, you may have a point but that's not what I'm worried about."

"Will's right you guys. Robbie and Jonathan are here so maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

"We'll be fi--"

"What do you four think you're doing?"

"That better not be alcohol, mini dinguses."

"Shit."

----

Tadaaaaa? I just find it funny just how scary both Jonathan and Robin can be. Just imagine for a bit how scary those two can be together when any of the kids are theirs for the week. They'd be so chill but as soon as you do a wrong they can be so firm that none of the older teens would dare cross both of them. Anyway! Tadaaaa

[grievedeeply]

since your favorite is michael... what about some self-indulgent headcanons of your choice!!! i'd love to see some michael writing tbh :)

oh anon... you've awakened something horrible. thank you for requesting this. please enjoy, michael lovers, if there are any of you out there! set prior to the scooping in sister location, but if you're interested maybe i'll make one post scooping. we'll see

gn!reader

tws: elaboration on trauma (mike's), mentions of food, some angst but mostly fluff

dating michael afton headcanons

i do not think he would be a bad boyfriend. he would have a lot of worries, some of them you're able to help him with, others.. not so much. but he's far from a bad boyfriend

he would care so much about you, he worries almost too much. whenever you go out he worries something will happen to you

a lot of horrible things have happened to him in his life. at first, he didn't even want to be friends with you because he didn't want anyone else getting hurt because of him

he eventually opens up and the two of you get together a lot to watch movies and tv shows. you're able to help him relax and to actually be himself and he's more grateful for it than you realize

i'm saying it... he develops feelings first

he can't help it! the way you smile at him and how well you treat him makes his heart speed up. whenever he spends time with you he finds more things he loves about you

but he resists telling you his feelings, again, because of the worries he has that something bad will happen to you because of him. it's enough that you managed to wiggle your way into his heart as a friend, he can't risk it being anymore than that

he has major doubts that you'd even see him in a romantic light, anyways. he always thought that whenever you rested your hand on his arm— perhaps for a little too long— that it was just friendly

you develop feelings after a few months. it isn't hard to fall for michael when you look past his anxieties and slightly worrisome tendencies

if and when he ever does tell you about his past and his family, it's because he trusts you. he worries that you'll think he's crazy and not want to be his friend anymore but when you reply exactly the opposite it just reaffirms his feelings for you

you tell him your feelings first. you couldn't hold it in anymore and you had to let it out because whenever you saw him it would drive you insane not knowing if he felt the same way about you

when he hears you like him back, he's ecstatic. he's overwhelmed with joy and he immediately takes you into his arms, tears filling his eyes. he knows you don't care about the possible consequences of being with him but he'd be lying if he said the thought didn't cross his mind

the two of you officially start dating and he would be very protective of you, especially for the first few weeks of your relationship

one of his worst fears is turning into his father. he hates thinking about it. he knows how terrible his father is and he worries that he'll be like him someday

if he mentions it to you, you'll reassure him that he's nothing like him, and that he's kind and loving. all of the things that his father isn't. he's very grateful when you say things like that, it gives him faith that everything will turn out okay someday

he isn't the best as physical affection. or verbal affection. the household he grew up in wasn't good by any means so he never really learned how to tell someone he loves them in any way

rather he shows his appreciation for you through small gestures. he sends you things that remind him of you or just grab ahold of your hand and rub his thumb across the back of it

he's not a huge fan of cuddling but he warms up to it as your relationship progresses. he learns that he likes holding you and feeling your head against his chest so he can look down at you. he likes having your back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, his face nuzzled in the back of your neck

all of it is very calming to him after a while. he won't ever verbally ask to cuddle but it's very noticeable when he wants to because of the look he gives you

also michael has no idea how to cook. before you, he lived off of microwavable foods and cup ramen. his bad home life as a child and the fact that he had no one there for him as a result meant no one ever taught him how to cook

he can whip up a few simple things that he taught himself how to make but he reserves those for special occasions (new episodes of his favorite tv shows)

if you teach him how to cook he'll actually be pretty decent at it! it takes him a bit to figure out how everything works but he's glad that you're patient with him because of how often he messes up

he cooks something for you for an anniversary and you're so proud of him, the smile never leaves your face as you eat it

he refuses to fight with you. fighting reminds him of his childhood and overhearing all of the arguments his parents had when they thought he wasn't listening. he's very patient with you and he'll express his discomfort with things if anything bothers him. he wants to avoid fighting as much as possible

if you two ever do fight, he'll feel so guilty about raising his voice at you. he worries that your opinion of him will change. he takes a few hours to think and to leave you alone, trying to calm himself down. he'd come to you and apologize, and you would make up quickly

you knew he didn't want to be anything like his dad and that he was never like him in the first place. every couple fights every now and then, and you reassured him that it was normal sometimes. he relaxes when he realizes you still love him

he doesn't really say 'i love you' verbally. he already finds it hard to tell you that he likes you so i love you is practically off of the table. just because he can't say it doesn't mean he doesn't love you, though. because he does, with all of his heart

he expresses his love for you with small gestures like i mentioned before, holding your hand or sending you things that remind him of you. he'll also buy you gifts whenever he sees something he thinks you'll like

he buys you flowers sometimes too if you aren't allergic to them. if you are, he finds something else for you, books, jewelry, a gift card. he thinks a lot about you and you have a stack of little gifts from him sitting on your desk

he doesn't really think about the idea of marriage. the only experience he had ever had with a married couple were his parents. he realizes that his family wasn't healthy as he gets older but marriage doesn't equate to happiness in his eyes. he's very committed to you, and he loves you very much, but he doesn't ever think he'll be able to marry you because of the dark place it sends his mind to

he's never been big on the idea of having a family of his own, too afraid of becoming his father. though whenever you're around, the idea becomes less and less worrisome

michael doesn't really take care of himself very well. he forgets to eat and shower some days, so you have to remind him to do so

his entire house is blandly decorated and covered in dust. he never was a interior designer so he went with the necessities and never stepped further than that. with you around, though, he livens his home up a bit. he buys paintings and flowers he'll know he won't remember to take care of. he starts to clean more often after he starts dating you, helping you with household chores whenever you come by to visit

he sees you laughing and sometimes even dancing around his living room and he can't help but smile. whenever he's with you, watching you have fun around him, it makes him forget about all of his worries and focus solely on you

sometimes you'll want him to join you, reaching out your arms in his direction until he puts his hand in yours and pulls himself up. you're having fun, moving your arms back and forth between each other. he laughs, a real, genuine laugh, and you feel your heart swell

whenever michael laughs, it's beautiful. i'm saying it now. he let loose very often, so when he laughs— he laughs hard. he'll throw his head back and put his hands on his stomach, unable to recover for a few (blissful) minutes

you're the first to say i love you. you're half asleep on his chest after spending the entire day at his house, watching movies. you'll look up at him, a groggy look in your eyes, but a tired smile on your face. you just lift a hand to his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek as you whisper "i love you"

his heart (and brain) go haywire. he says it back, melting into your touch. your hand can barely hold up the weight of his head, but you look up at him with your eyes so filled with love that he doesn't care

michael likes knowing where you are. he's not possessive, if you tell him where you're going and about what time you'll be safe and sound at home, he doesn't worry too much

he can't really help but worry, though. he's been targeted by people his father screwed over his entire life and he fears that one day, one of them will hurt you to get to him. he won't ever tell you that, not wanting to make you anxious

you're a massive part of who he is and he would feel empty without you. he loves you with his entire heart, even though he isn't always going to be the best at showing it

he adores you and cares for you so much, protecting you and looking after you as much as he can

he is an incredible boyfriend, even if he doesn't believe he is

[thecameronchronicles]

The Words I Never Said

TW: Fluff. Angst. Language. Hints of smut. 

SUMMARY: Rudy stands up for you when his ex goes too far. 

WORD COUNT: 900

REQUESTED

Hey could you possibly write pls Rudy Pankow x Reader where him and Elaine.. (no hate to her, I think she’s a lovely girl, love her) but she and him break up.. before you join on set. You are JJ Maybanks love interest.. You and Rudy get closer, everyone can see it and teases about it. However You keep quiet about Elaine making you upset by saying stupid comments to make you feel uncomfortable.. Rudy finds out and confronts her infront of everyone, telling his true feelings towards you. Thank you so much, I love your writing.. it is so inspirational ❤️❤️❤️

*THANK YOU SO MUCH! HOPE YOU ENJOY!*

The Words I Never Said 

Even though they had broken up long before you joined the cast as JJ's love interest, the tension remained as if it had just been yesterday. Where you were welcomed by the cast, teases made to how close you and Rudy had become so quickly, it appeared as though the characters you played began to bleed over into reality, the crew was often a means for their usual whisper campaigns, all lead by Elaine. 

And usually you were able to brush off the remarks as you knew they existed from a place of such insecurity. But as she explained how 'even Rudy told me he imagines anyone but her in the scenes' and it's awkward for him because he 'sees her as a sister and a friend and she can't take the hint', these words existed well in your mind along those she spoke to your face. These ones would be from pure manipulation as she spoke of your ensemble being bold and even commendable for being brave enough to play such a promiscuous character. Mentions of body image were tossed to make you question if you needed to eat dessert along with the dinners you would go out and attend with the cast, all while Rudy would pull you from reliving those words, even if he wasn't aware they had even been spoken. 

But there was someone you had confided in. JD. Unintentionally, as he has come to you on set, his trusting eyes and loyal reputation had been a reason for such peace as he would quickly learn the reason behind your tears. But within an hour of that pestering secret weighing slightly less on your shoulders for being able to talk about it, you caught the sight of Rudy making determined steps towards the producer's tent. 

"Where do you get off?!" He shot as the laughter of some former joke simmered to silence. 

"Rudy, can we talk about whatever this is-" 

"What's the point?! You don't care what you say or who it hurts. What makes it worse, Elaine, is YOU were the one who ended things. So where do you think you can tell me who I can start to fall for?" You caught each and every word as well as the reactions of cast and crew alike, all while your mutual friends would then look at you. 

"She doesn't deserve that. But you make one more comment about her and you'll find working here VERY difficult." He turned to face you, unaware he'd been the reason behind such a crowd gathering, before moving towards his trailer. 

"Rudy?" You questioned as you knocked on the door to find it having remained ajar from a quick entrance from its owner. 

"I am so sorry about all of that...If I would have known-" 

"I didn't want you to..." 

"Why?" You looked back to the direction you'd both just come from. 

"I didn't want to be the reason for tension..." 

"God, why do you always have to be like this?" His aggression seemed to turn to you, "Always so sweet and considerate...I mean if the things you told JD happened frequently...I can only imagine the things you didn't tell him and you still don't want to hurt her...I want her out of here...I don't want her to hurt you anymore. Because she's so fucking wrong, you know...About your acting, the way I see you as a friend and can't get the hint...and your clothes and weight. My God, I can't focus half the time because I'm trying not to think about all of the things I want to do to you-" He stopped, realizing his rant had confessed far too much. 

"Shit, I'm sorry, I-" You were quick to close the distance between you, his face in your hands, and a soft kiss to his lips. Even though you had kissed before, it had been staged and completely fake. Done so in repetition, it was almost enough to feel numb to the excitement you used to get from it. 

Almost. 

But now, it was new. As if you'd never kissed him before. And it was quickly reciprocated with a hand to the curve of your back pulling you closer. 

"Did you mean it?" You asked as he rested his forehead to yours once breaking the kiss. 

"What?" He asked sweetly. 

"That you were falling in love with me?" He looked to the side before shaking his head. 

"I've already fallen." You returned to kiss him, fisting the fabric of his shirt beneath your grasp while leading him in to you. 

"Then lock the door, Rudy..." He obeyed and returned quickly as you pushed him to the couch. 

"Let me show you that I've fallen for you too.." You were on your knees, hands running up his thighs as you reached his belt. A devilish smile mirrored on his face as you would prove without question just how you'd desired him. 

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[tabibitto]

Heirs of the Moon

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CW: angst, death, betrayal, sh, drinking abuse, family disfuncion

Summary: Since the death of Crepus Ragnvindr, His two sons have all but severed ties with each other. Only speaking when they must. And neither brother ever fails to remind the other of the reason why. However strong their hatred for each other, they never managed to show such disdain towards their little sister. But perhaps hate would have been kinder then neglect.

Note: This Story is Built on the Theory of Pierro being Kaeya's father, and the Tsaritsa collecting the gnosises to rebel against celestia

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Prolouge: Winds of Winter

Nothing fucks you harder then time.

A thing I've learned over the years, vile but truer then the words of God. Through this, i have also been taught to never forget who I am.

The world certainly didn't. I was foolish to believe that having a family could have erased who I was taught to be. Or the burdens drilled into us from a young age.

Kaeya did, perhaps he thought pushing me away would have fixed it. Would have kept me safe from the scorching flames he was forced to bare, visionless and scared. Hands shaking as he struggled to keep up with such a heavy and hot weapon.

Such a sight it was. And at times, as I lay awake at night do I remember the event and wonder If my decisions could have made it better

If i tried harder, If i listened more, If i went away when asked and came back when I thought it was right

Engage in conversation but don't be overbearing, listen but don't be quiet. Know when to speak and when not to.

Could it have been possible to say the right thing to someone whom you have no ties with. Bring back a lie and make it a truth.

I've asked myself time and time again. Impossible for a 15 year old to run in and save a man from a full grown Dragon. But perhaps If i tried I could have a brother, maybe two...

No, Kaeya was never to last as my brother. The stupid idiot was too nice to ever keep his mouth shut, he cared about Diluc too much to keep lying to him, to himself.

And I cared too much about our family to tell them.

Now, As I stand in front of hundreds, commanding thousands. Perhaps then would they acknowledge me. Maybe not as Y/N Ragnvindr Or Y/N Albrich. But Y/N, Queen Regent of Khaenri'ah, The 6th Harbinger of the Tsaritsa. A Revolutionist. A Rebel to our world's order.

"Power resides where men believe it resides. It's a trick, a shadow on the wall. And, a very small man can cast a very large shadow." I smiled at my father, jerking my head a little to the side in agreement to his statement.

"Or woman. Your son was never either small nor big enough to cast a shadow large enough to trick anyone. The poor boy has run from the truth of it his whole life. He believes himself a Mondstater." I scoffed, rolling my eyes at such foolishness.

To my surprise, father didn't seem to agree. Infact his chuckle of amusement seemed directed at me then the Calvary Captain in discussion.

"What's so funny?" I asked, placing down my coffee in a tea cup. I was never much of a tea lover like everyone in Mondstat growing up, and in Scheznaya everyone seemed to love their fire-water. I never understood it. Under the influence, no mortal is capable of keeping their mouths shut or wits intact. Doesn't quite make for being in control of yourself does it

"You say that about Kaeya, and yet I have a feeling you're quite infatuated with the place yourself..or should I say the people?" He smirked, and i glared at it.

"Don't be foolish, they mean nothing to me. Simple stepping stones to greatness—one that I will bring our great house of Albrich. Not Kaeya, me!"

I hunched over the chair, hands gripping the arm rests so hard my knuckles turned white. Eyes gleaming with righteousness, madness and excitement all at once.

To rule absolutely and fairly over a people. A great nation that rose itself up from nothing without assistance from Gods, and became strong enough to rival them.

Oh how it made my heart race and knees tingle. Down right arousal at the thought poured over my cheshire grin that extended from ear to ear

"Then If i asked you to bring me the Ragnvindr's head, or even your brother's if need be. God's forbid. Would you?" His head dipped towards me, awaiting my answer almost as eagerly as I seemed towards the thought of being Queen.

My grin dropped as quickly as the snap of a finger. But my resolve didn't. I pursed my lips and my eyes widened in unwavering confidence.

Finally, the question that had haunted my mind. Again and again like waves. Time and time again as I looked at either brother from a distance, watched them smile and chuckle with other people and never at each other. And yet, that hateful look was what i desired more then anything, anything over not being given so much as a distasteful glance.

A question that I inevitably knew would be thrown at my feet, finally brought to my attention. At long last, I can put the thought to rest.

"With pleasure."

[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (21/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: literally just so much pining-

Summary: Confessions are made on both of your parts... not to each other, of course. A new threat arises in your path, though... her name is Satine.

A/n: I'm a little brat, so yes, I made live action Satine nicole kidman, who i actually love and adore and also fun fact, my sister looks almost exactly like her.

Words: 4.8k

I love you dearly, Obi Wan Kenobi.

Those words were hanging in the air still, but Obi-Wan hadn't been connected to your through his signature, so rather than hear the words your left from your sleeping presence, he felt them around his being, embracing him and making him feel overwhelming joy though he knew not why.

His face wore a smile, looking down at you and sensing the goodness he felt coming from your sleeping self, curled up against him like he was a blanket. Just like you'd held him the night before.

"It must be nice to have someone," the prisoner chimed in from the corner, turning around and revealing that he was far more involved than anyone suspected. The clones were by far all sleeping right now, though their helmets remained, Obi-Wan could sense it.

"How long have you been listening?" Obi-Wan's feeling of unending joy and happiness faded into the past as he now furrowed his brow at the man.

"Long enough to know she's a virgin and you're not, although I already figured that out last night."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, looking back to the man and narrowing his eyes. He didn't even know what to say. He wasn't sure how he'd reply when he originally asked the question.

"Hey, buddy, I know what you're thinking, and believe me, had you not gotten me trapped here, I'd be tryn'a tap on that, too," the man also gestured to his cut off hands, and damn, he did have a sense of humor.

"You don't understand what you speak of, I am her mentor. I would never be so vile as to take something like that away from her."

"Without her permission, you mean."

Oh kriff. That wasn't the anticipated response.

Obi-Wan stayed silent, knowing anything he said after that would be to his own detriment. The man smirked, and he supposed it was because he was right, but he didn't want to stop there. He was getting into a Jedi's mind, a normally very hard feat to accomplish. He saw that you were his weakness, and he would milk it dry just to hit a nerve.

"Too bad she loves someone else."

Obi-Wan glared at him. Had you not been resting so peacefully on his shoulder; he would have gotten up and done something physical about the pest that so obnoxiously nagged him.

The man watched his face contort slowly and raised his brows in excitement and surprise when he figured out why.

"You know who it is, don't you?" He taunted, getting nice and close to the bars hoping to get a name, or even a face. Something that would stay inside the Jedi's mind for days. The man had no motivation whatsoever for this senseless behavior, just the pure entertainment value and the fun he was having.

Obi-Wan had someone in mind, he couldn't lie. It was the only other person you had been close enough to in order to possibly have these feelings. He couldn't pretend like it didn't make sense.

"Why don't you tell me about him, hmmm?"

He looked down at your face, slightly scrunched up with discomfort, and he realized that you must have felt his anxiety building up in his signature. He wasn't really able to immediately rid himself of it, so he put up a blocker, making sure you would be undisturbed.

"You need to be quiet. You are only here because we put you here, and soon you will be back in the hands of the republic," he thought he'd been straight forward, but the man behind bars quite literally had nothing to lose.

"Oh, I see...." the man trailed off, but then began to smirk, as if he had any input at all. Truthfully, he did. He was a master at his craft, learning all the ins and outs in order to become the best. He could read people like a book, and Obi-Wan, strong Jedi he was, unfortunately was no exception. "A friend of yours, huh?"

Obi-Wan went silent, tuning out the world for a moment, everything on the ship, everything outside the ship. All but you.

You loved Anakin, didn't you?

It made sense. You'd lived with him for ten years, got very close to him, and learned to understand every little nook of his personality, just like he did. It made sense that you would fall for the boy, tall, kind, and very attractive. Obi-Wan, as confident as he used to be, now felt he paled in comparison, all because of you. He didn't blame you, of course. He blamed himself, for being in love with you and having no way of ever showing you truly how he felt. He had done so many things that to anyone else could have been an obvious show of feelings, but you weren't just anyone, you were his padawan. You had known him for all of your life, or at least what you can remember of it, and had known him as a mentor, a friend. Someone who helped pick you up when you scraped your knees and would help you fix them up while singing you a special song that you both made up together.

He wasn't who you loved, but he wanted to be, so badly. For the first time in his life, he craved what Anakin had... he didn't want his power, his talent, his never-ending perseverance, or even his success in the wars. All he wanted was for you to speak about him the way you spoke of Anakin.

He didn't think it fair, that two people who are so close ought to endure this tragedy together. You both loved someone who had not reciprocated the feelings and had to deal with the disappointment.

When the ship landed, the ramp folding down and the clones waking up, he didn't dare wake you as well. He didn't want you to be spoken to by the prisoner before he was taken into custody. He instead scooped up your sleeping form in his arms, carrying you down and moving into the city transport before sitting down on one of the benches, you still in his arms. He couldn't bear to put you down, now, you were so warm, and he didn't mind holding the extra weight because you being in his arms, head on his chest was enough to sustain him until you returned home.

You stirred in your slumber, eyws fluttering and looking up at him with a sweet smile. You sat up on his lap and saw that he was deep in though before you'd come back into consciousness.

"Did you have a nice rest?" He asked, helping you off of his lap and into the seat beside him.

"Yes, I hope I didn't bother you too much, I'm sorry you had to carry me," you said, yawning as you spoke and blinking a few times to adjust to the bright light of the city. You'd missed the city. You never admitted how much you loved living on Coruscant, but whenever you'd leave, you would try and remind yourself of the buzzing speeders whizzing past your window in the afternoon, or the way the pretty neon lights would illuminate the night-time.

"Not at all, little one, I'm happy to help."

It was a primarily silent ride the rest of the way, and once you reached the station in front of the temple, Obi-Wan stood up before you, offering a hand to your feet.

He wasn't about to stop giving the small gestures, the little touches that he so desperately wished mean more. He wouldn't resist giving them to you now that he knew the object of your affections. He would keep loving you in the silence, the small glances in between conversations, and the hidden smiles.

Stepping off the transport, you were met with a familiar face, one you'd not seen in nearly a month since his missions took him so far off world. He stood with a happy look on his face, his padawan standing beside him and mimicking his stance.

"Thought I might find you here," he said, smirking as you ran down the platform and practically tackled him into an embrace.

Obi-Wan watched on from the platform, realizing it had been so obvious this whole time, and hee never was able to see it. He let his own feelings blind him from the truth.

"I've missed you so much," you told him, pulling back and looking at how long his hair had begun to grow out. It was a good look on him. "Where all have you both been? I need to hear everything about it."

He chuckled, standing back and letting you give a warm embrace to Ahsoka as well. He was so glad to know you got along so well. His best friend and his padawan.

"I'll save the stories for later. I was sent to collect you, Master Yoda thinks you'll be a valuable addition in completing our new mission," he explained, looking to Obi-Wan and smiling to him as well. "With his permission, that is."

You turned to your Master with wide. excited eyes. Though this situation was quite literally the exact thing he wanted to avoid since having his revelations on the ship about your feelings for Anakin, he couldn't look you in your shining eyes and tell you no. He couldn't take away something that made you happy because it didn't suit his own interests. He wanted you to be happy, any costs necessary.

"Of course, I'm sure she will be very useful. She performed exceptionally on this mission we've returned from," he nodded, coming down the platform and standing beside you. You loved hearing words of affirmation from him, whenever he gave you praise over a trial or situation that you'd gone through and handled well. You'd accomplished this last assignment perfectly.

"I'm sorry to take her so soon after you got back, but I hear you'll be embarking on a mission to Mandalore soon."

Oh boy. Anakin watched as his master's face went pale, but had no idea as to why he was so nervous. Obi-Wan clenched his jaw, nodding and putting on a face of indifference a second later.

"I suppose I'll be busy, then. I'll still miss you all, of course."

The conversation was strictly about your upcoming mission from then on, but he couldn't help it, his mind kept drfiting off to a person from his past, someone who he was quite sure he'd run into. This person of his younger years was sure to complicate things, and though his mind was clearly made up, he knew she would try and change it, for old times sake.

He knew it was bound to happen, seeing her again.

Satine....

-

You'd spent the last week with Anakin and his padawan Ahsoka, having been assigned on a mission to secure a rather important meeting of some republic leaders. There were threats on many of their heads, but thanks to your presence, nothing went wrong, and everyone made it there and back safely.

You'd enjoyed spending time with Anakin and his padawan. You'd been missing his company for a while, and now that you were able to attend missions with him, you were grateful. You adored Ahsoka, taking her under your wing and being the elder sister type whenever she was around. You never had any siblings, or at least never knew of any siblings, so she was definitely a companion you were close to by now.

Flying on the ship with some men from the 501st, you stood by as Anakin sent a hologram to Obi-Wan, who had been on Mandalore for a few days, now. He looked a little worn out, and as Anakin and Ahsoka recounted the details of the mission to him, you couldn't help but sense he was... distracted.

"And did your plan go the way you'd expected?" Obi-Wan asked halfheartedly. You snorted, standing closer, ready to step into the conversation if Anakin tried to defend himself.

"No, Y/n was right," he said the second part very softly, in a whisper almost, and you laughed, coming into view of the hologram so you could be seen on the receiving end.

"Say it louder, won't you?" you teased, slapping a hand on Anakin's back as he dropped his shoulders and rolled his eyes, looking at you with a narrow gaze.

"I really don't like this side of you."

Ahsoka and the clone troopers tried not to chuckle in the background, really, they did. But then again, there is only do. Do or do not, there is no try.

"I suppose you succeeded with excellence as always, little one," Obi-Wan seemed more engaged now than he was moments ago, but with the arm of a woman pulling him out of view, he again became very uninterested. "I will have to be going, but I look forward to you joining me on Mandalore, Anakin."

The transmission ended, and all you could think about was who that woman was. Her laughter had also been heard in the hologram, and just by her voice, she sounded angelic. You grew very heated in the face and went back to the seating area of the ship so you could calm down. Some of the clones that were there seemed to notice the tension you held in your body, and even though they weren't force sensitive, they could feel it in the air as well.

Rex was never one to intrude on someone being angsty, but he felt the need to step in on this one, since your presence was enough to make all the others a bit tense as well.

"What's wrong?" he sat by you. He knew you pretty well by now, and you'd known him since he was assigned to Anakin.

"Oh, it's nothing. I had a bad night's sleep is all," you lied, but the heaviness in the air did not lie. He sighed, taking his helmet off and looking you in the eye. You were a very truthful person, and he knew this. You wouldn't lie to him if it were face to face interaction.

"Okay, what's actually wrong?" he saw you look away, and you contemplated lying again, but it would be obvious this time if you did. You were honest to a fault, and it didn't help that he was staring holes into the side of your head.

"Master Kenobi transmissioned in, he seemed to be with a woman."

You didn't even have to explain it further for him to come to his own conclusion.

"Oh, I see. You're jealous," he said, and you nodded. You figured he might have put all the pieces together, but his next words proved he hadn't. "You've been the only girl in his life for a long time, it must be hard knowing someone else is getting attention, and not you."

"Yes, that's exactly it," you confirmed, although it was far more complicated than that, far more romantically tragic and complicated. You didn't want Rex to know, or any of the other clones for that matter, but upon figuring it out, Rex laughed a little, patting you on the back.

"Don't worry, you'll get over it. I'm sure in time you'll find a way to share his attention with others. You learned to do it with Anakin, yeah?"

No, that was not the same. You didn't have to fight Anakin because he wanted Obi-Wan's personal affections. Anakin never got his forehead kissed by Obi-Wan like you did. Anakin never held Obi-Wan's hand in the halls when no one was there. Anakin never laid next to Obi-Wan in his bed and held him the whole night through just so that maybe he could feel a little bit of the enormous love you had for him. You did those things, you did them. Because you were completely head over heels in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You heard a gasp from next to you and looked up to see that Ahsoka had just walked into the hull, her eyes wide and her mouth dropped open a small bit. She had heard every thought you just released into the air, knowing she probably wasn't meant to. She knew you had opened your signature probably only because the clones could not feel your energy or hear your thoughts. She had heard a little of the conversation too as she was coming in, but that didn't tell her as much as your thoughts did.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," she stuttered out, lowering her gaze to your eyes and trying her best to straighten herself out. "May I have a word with you?"

You were stuck like a deer in headlights. You knew that she knew. It was practically broadcasted from your mind like a holo-show; she had it recorded in the archives of her mind very clearly. There was no misunderstanding, no mistaking your thoughts.

"Yes, of course."

You stood, trying to be inconspicuous, but Ahsoka threw all caution to the wind, yanking on your hand and pulling you towards the small weapons chamber of the ship, pressing the panel on the wall to shut the door and lock it.

You gained your bearings, having been tugged nearly into a wall on the way here.

"Care to explain what I heard in your signature?" she crossed her arms, but she didn't seem angry. Just very impatient.

"Look, I didn't know anyone was listening, if I did, I would have never thought about it, I swear."

"I find that answer both vague and unconvincing," she looked at you with the face that said 'don't kriff around with me, tell me what I want to know.'

You thought very hard about it for a moment. She was an even younger generation than you were, so clearly, she didn't mind the fact that you'd formed an attachment, but she was very heavily focused on who the attachment had been made to. A padawan falling for her master? It didn't seem right, and yet, the two of you made complete sense the more she thought about it.

"Fine," you looked both ways, trying to sense if Anakin was anywhere near the outside of the weapon's chamber. "You cannot tell anyone about this, you understand? Not even Anakin can know."

"My lips are sealed, now tell me."

You closed your eyes tightly. Telling her meant that someone else knew, but you had no reason not to trust her, and she pretty much had found out already, anyway.

"I think I might be in love with Obi-Wan," you confessed, a significant weight was being lifted from your shoulders, and you took a deep breath, feeling as though it had actually helped you to tell her.

"You think?" she slanted her brow, beginning to list off all the reasons why that was preposterous. "You sleep in the same bed. You hold his hand when you walk. He kisses your head, and you only... think you love him?"

"I know I love him. More than anything... but he can never know, it would ruin everything. Only two other people in the entire galaxy know about this, and one of them is a Sith Lord, so take that as you will."

"I'm not even going to ask..." she trailed, but a second later she looked to you, her eyes held incredible sympathy for your dilemma. It sounded tragic, to love someone and hide it from them so they wouldn't think less of you.

"Don't give me that look, you know how hard it is to control feelings like that."

"No, that's not why," she shook her head and placed her hand on your shoulder. Though you were much taller than she was, you seemed to be looking up to her in this moment, metaphorically, at least. "I don't understand why he can never know. If he gives you these gestures as well, surely he looks at you the same way you look at him."

You dropped your eyes to the ground, clenching your jaw and remembering that he was with another woman right now. One who'd grabbed him by the arm, laughing as if something was horribly funny. You didn't know who she was, but you hated her. You hated the mystery woman who was getting to spend time with your Obi-Wan. You wouldn't even let your mind wander off to think about what they were doing together, you might go into an over-thought coma.

"He doesn't. I can't help but feel like he'll always just see me as the little slave girl from Mimban who couldn't carry a bucket of mud. If I told him how I feel, and he rejected me, I would never recover. I would have to transfer masters probably, if he felt uncomfortable to train me, and my life would be completely ruined. Living a life where I love him in painful silence is far more comforting than even the thought of a life where he hates me and avoids me at every turn."

"He could never hate you. I understand, though. The way things are now, you still get to love him, be with him. I suppose it would be awful to live without the thing you love most," she replied.

You felt the ship land, and knew it was probably time to transfer assignments, but you needed to confirm to yourself and to her that this conversation was not to leave this room.

"Remember, not a word of this to anyone."

"I promise," she held her pinky up, and though you thought it was a bit juvenile, you remembered a time when Obi-Wan, who was older at the time than you were now, had done this to you when you promised him something, or vice versa. You took her pinky and shook it with yours, stepping out of the weapons chamber the next moment.

-

Mandalore was lovely, too bad Anakin only saw it for about an hour. He was only waiting to meet with Obi-Wan, ready to take the duchess and her advisors aboard a ship. It was important that they were there for the protection of the others, and also to try and barter with Satine. She refused to take sides in this war, which the republic respected, but there was a tough chance the separatists would do the same.

Upon some not so minor setbacks to the voyage, a chase began, trying to find one of the ship's occupants who had been a corrupt man named Senator Merrik, the trip became a little... bumpy. Anakin knew he should not ask Obi-Wan any further questions about his past relationship with Satine, but after his former Master explained to him the lengths of time they had spent together, He couldn't help but sense that maybe Obi-Wan's recklessness in this endeavor may have been caused by some unresolved feelings. He was running about the place like a crazy person, which was usually Anakin's job.

They boarded an elevator, heading towards the lower levels to see if they could find Senator Merrik, who had taken Satine, but Anakin couldn't wait any longer to find out what was on his mind.

"This may not be the time to ask, but were you and Satine ever-?"

"I don't see how that has any bearing on the situation at hand," Obi-Wan angrily cut him off, and Anakin raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. That reaction was a perfectly good answer to his question, though. He was always just so unaware of his former master's romantic involvements, now he found it a little strange that there seemed to be a very prominent one he never knew of. "I'm sorry to lose my temper, Anakin, but now is not the time."

But rest assured, the time did come, and Anakin saved the day, killing the traitorous senator and rescuing Satine from his evil clutches.

Satine was being tended to by her handmaidens, and Obi-Wan was sat in the quarters he'd been sharing with Anakin for the duration of the trip.

"Satine is a remarkable woman," Anakin began, and sensed his friend's discomfort in the arisen topic. "I can see why you are fond of her."

"I was," he corrected his former padawan, lifting his head to meet his eyes. It was not necessarily a conversation he wanted to have, and yet, Anakin persisted as he always did.

"She seems to still be fond of you. What has made it different on your side?"

And now Obi-Wan definitely didn't want to have this conversation, because he didn't want to admit to anyone but himself that it was you who had drawn his attention from anyone else who may want it. Especially Satine. He knew that she harbored those feelings for him, heck, she had confessed it to him right before she thought she was about to be killed this evening. He didn't reply to her, telling her he loved her, he only told her what was true. He told her had she asked him, he would have left the order. Years ago, that was true, but now? He was indifferent to her feelings for him. In a way, he always has been. It was never her that his soul latched onto. It was never her that he craved to be beside every day for the rest of his life.

"Is there... someone else?" Anakin mused, unsure of if he should continue or just drop it. Obi-Wan knew him inside and out, though. He would never drop something of this caliber. It was far too crucial that he know his friends' feelings, because perhaps then, he could share of his relationship, nay, secret marriage with Padme.

"Perhaps," he muttered, accidentally letting the single word fall from his lips and realizing too late he could not take it back.

Anakin wondered about who it could possibly be, and when all the other options were ruled out, it left two people. The first of which was Madame Jocasta Nu, the archive keeper. He was always in the archives, but he doubted very seriously that his dear friend seemed to be in emotional anguish over her. Easily ruled out a second later, it left only one other person in his life in which he spent nearly every waking moment with. There were very few and far between missions that would come to separate the two, and instantly it clicked with Anakin. It had to be you, the one he smiled so brightly at just for entering a room. He mentally kicked himself for not seeing it sooner. He supposed it was just a shock to find out that his former Master was capable of loving romantically. He chuckled, no, scoffed while dropping his head, shaking it a second later and trying his best not to roll his eyes at himself. He had been so clueless before, but now it seemed obvious.

"Wipe that look off your face, I know that look. I will not be sharing anymore about this," Obi-Wan was certain he was in the clear, putting his foot down, but the second Anakin listed his gaze again, he knew he was in for it.

"I think I already have an idea," Anakin sat down by his master, and Obi-Wan could feel the overwhelming thought culmination inside his former padawan's head. It raised the hairs on the back of Obi-Wan's neck for him to know what his affections for you were like from an outside perspective.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan turned to him sternly, and gave him a glare he rarely ever used. "May I remind you what should happen if these things are shared elsewhere?"

He would be expelled from the Jedi Order, revoked of his position on the Grand Council, and worse, be taken away from you. Anakin knew the consequences, and therefore would never risk such a thing by telling anyone else.

"You can trust me," he said sincerely, which in all honestly, his sincerity was rare. His sarcasm and wit were usually his go to. Obi-Wan knew he was good for his word. "Are you going to tell her?"

"Of course not. Don't speak of such foolish things," he went on the defensive again, his guardian personality showing through. It was always his best option, the defense.

"Why not? How will you know if she ever feels the same?"

"She doesn't," he answered flatly, looking at his friend and knowing that Anakin only wanted to help. He wanted Obi-Wan to be happy, but there were obstacles.

"How do you know?"

Because she loves you...

"I just do."

Anakin was no longer gaining ground with the man sat beside him, so he heaved a sigh, and did something that was not regular to him. He gave up. He stood to his feet and walked away, leaving Obi-Wan to wallow in his own misery.

Misery loves company, usually, but Obi-Wan sometimes felt solace in being alone. It helped him to clear his mind of the things that were attacking it.

-

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[doxypsychlean]

Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

Pairings:Aemond Targaryen × OC

Summary: "That bastard truly loves her. And she's been toying with him this whole time"

Warnings: Explicit language(more will be added later on, gotta come up w it first)

Multiple Chapters

Next chapter/s: 2 , 3 , 4

Thou shan't repost/ copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/n: Last time I posted on here was eons ago, can't believe I'm back. Anyhoo, I want to see that twat Aemond get his ass kicked by a hot demon chick who just so happens to be from Asshai (Gawd, I love that place sm)

"And where is she?"

"Your Grace, no one has seen her since her arrival. Nor has anyone seen her men".

"I have heard tales of the Asshai'i ,they're an odd people. Live by their own means"

She didn't ever hear her lord husband's words. Queen Alicent scanned the throne room once more, in hopes of spotting her son's betrothed somewhere in the crowd. She could see the young prince's face in the corner of her eye, cocky grin on his face. Nothing but a mask, something to hide the anger that was bubbling inside. Alicent knew her son well. He was not happy with the news of the betrothal his mother had arranged for him. Surprisingly, he consented. As stubborn as he was, he knew it would be for the best to have Asshai as an ally. And yet, he couldn't help it but feel annoyed at this scene his betrothed was causing. The Targaryens hosting an entire feast in honor of the union and the other half wasn't even present.

"Ser Criston, send out a search party. Find them and have them brought here immediately."

"At once, Your Grace."

"That won't be necessary, Ser Criston. Alicent, that's enough. We cannot insult our guests like that, especially not our soon-to-be daughter-in-law. We'll wait."

Viserys didn't understand. Or simply did not care.

"My husband, they are insulting us! First they do not present themselves at court, now they refuse to attend the feast. What will the people say once they hear our own son's betrothed would dare show such disrespect not only to her future husband, but to us as well! To you, my King!" The Queen reasoned "We cannot have that, she must be brought here at once!"

King Viserys only shook his head. He would not have his wife spoil this feast by letting her have the Asshai'i dragged into the throne room as if they were some common criminals.

"Alicent, I said enough!"

"So...brother... Looks like you won't be meeting your betrothed any time soon, aye?" Prince Aegon delivered through hiccups and drunken laughter, patting his brother's shoulder in pretend consolation. "Such a shame, you didn't even get to meet her before she ran off..."

"You're drunk, you don't even know what you're saying."

"Well, of course I am drunk! I'm happy for you, brother! I want to celebrate your marriage! That's why we're all here, right? To celebrate!" Aegon's attention quickly turned to the young servant that was pouring more wine in his glass. After a few seconds of ogling the poor girl, he turned back to his brother "That is, if there's even going to be one."

Aemond had learned to ignore his older brother through the years. Very little of what he said had any meaning to it. However, that bastard could still land a hard blow from time to time.

"Not to worry, brother! I'm sure we'll find you something...eventually" Aegon bursted into a fit of giggles and more hiccups.

"Do not pay him any attention, brother. She will come" Helaena, their younger sister, offered with a warm, reassuring smile. "Stone melts and vines envelope the cold of the night. The bat's teeth shatter as it bites down."

Aemond offered a faint smile in return, while his brother rolled his eyes at his sister-wife's words. Aegon gulped down his almost full glass and signaled for the servant to pour him another one, then turned back to his brother.

"Save it, brother. I care not for anything you have for me."

"Fine, fine. I was j-just trying to chee-"

The loud music, the buzzing of the crowd and his family, his brother's meaningless chatter,it all dissappeared at once. Even his anger dissipated. The world around him quieted down as Aemond looked over to the main entrance.

There stood a stunning young woman, surrounded by about a dozen men. Her shimmering black dress was in total contrast with her ghostly complexion, hugging her figure perfectly. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes not moving to look at anyone or anything around her. Blood red lips moving ever so slightly, she was talking to the man on her left. If he weren't staring at her face, Aemond would've no doubt missed it. She was stunning.

Her men were all covered in black as well. The group stood out like a sore, gloomy thumb. Just like their lady, they were all staring ahead, blank faces and eyes not blinking. Ever.

Suddenly the prince could hear his brother's chatter again. But that was it. The music had died down, so had the crowd and the remainder of his family. Now they were all hushed whispers and wandering eyes.

"Lady Vessard of Asshai! The Ubiquitous Thorok Ainū! Master of Shadows!" Someone's voice stated for all to hear.

"Why is she alone?" The prince heard his mother whisper, seemingly to herself.

"Lady Vessard!" King Viserys rose to his feet, the rest followed. "I hope your journey was pleasant!"

"Indeed it was, Your Grace."

Her words could be heard through the entire throne room, her voice ringing off the high walls, tone flat and words firm. She was moving towards the table the royal family had been sitting at, at unnerving calmness. Her men following close behind.

"My Queen, my King."

"My lady! I'm glad to have you with us at last! We were starting to worry, no one had seen you since your arrival in the capital earlier this morrow." Queen Alicent said.

"Ah, yes." The young woman replied. It was obvious the Queen was expecting some sort of apology. She was not going to get it from her though. "My companions and I decided it'd be best we get familiar with the city, seeing as we'd be spending a large portion of our time here." The woman in front of them said just as calmly.

"I may be the drunk one here, brother, but at least I know I ought to stand up in the presence of a lady." Aemond heard a faint whisper coming from above him. He looked up at his brother. Then around the room. Everyone was on their feet. All except him. He was so smitten with this mysterious woman, the king's second born son didn't notice the people around him stand up as she approached.

Aemond slowly rose to his feet, his chair dragging on the floor with a screech. He winced mentally. The woman's eyes immediately turned to him. She didn't say a word, just stared. Two incredibly large, incredibly black eyes staring at his blue one. Still not blinking. As if they were drinking him up. The normally confident prince averted his gaze.

"Oh, yes-yes! I don't believe you've met my son..." the King began.

"No, I haven't." the woman interrupted. "Prince Aemond." She nodded her head.

Silence. Then a small nudge on his left. He spared his brother an annoyed glance, Aegon was practically shrugging his shoulders at him and the woman in front of them.

"My lady!" The Prince shot at her loudly. She knew his name, and yet he had not even the slightest of an idea who she was.

"It's good to meet you at last."

"Yes,yes it is."

By this point, the whole room was staring at the pair. Observing the rather awkward moment the two were sharing.

Her men's demeanor had changed completely however. Suddenly they were all smiles, all knowing eyes.

"My lady!"

"Prince Aegon. Princess Helaena." Small nod of her head. A smile towards their sister.

"We've heard tales of your beauty, my lady and I must admit they come nowhere near the truth!" Aegon said loud and clear, as if he had completely sobered up in less than a few minutes.

"You have?" She asked playfully, her gaze returning to the prince Aemond. Then they turned to the empty chair on his right.

"My lady" Aemond was quick to get the hint. He circled around the table and stopped in front of her, hand out. She was at least a foot shorter than him, long black hair and sharp, yet somehow soft features. The lady flashed him a toothy smile,dimple appearing on each side of her face. Long fingers found their way around his forearm.

Aemond walked them both over the table, while also trying to prevent himself from stumbling over his own feet. As he even so gallantly offered her the chair next to him, he took another look at the men that were escorting her. They hadn't moved an inch. The same smiles from before still plastered on their faces. The prince sat back down.

She looked at him and then at her men. With a short wave of her hand the dozen men in front of the table dissappeared in small puffs of black smoke, gasps from the people in the room following short after.

"Well, shall we have some music then?"

King Viserys said as he looked over at his son who was staring with amazement at his future wife. He had yet to learn of the true powers the Asshai'i possessed.

The throne room came back to life. The heavy air around them was no more. Aemond, even if not by much, felt slightly better than he did few moments before. Both in soul and mind. Like a heavy curtain he wasn't aware of previously, suddenly got yanked from in front of his face. Everything seemed brighter, even the music was louder than before. He could've swore he could make out the conversations of the people down below them.

"Oh, Prince Aemond..."

His head snapped towards her so fast, he winced a bit. He hoped it went unnoticed. It didn't.

"Yes, my lady?"

She let out a soft laugh. To him it came out as a song. One he'd love to hear over again and again.

"Seeing as we're soon to be wed, I think it best you call me by my name. Rebonna."

"Rebonna." Prince Aemond whispered to himself. Then he realized what he did. A blush crept up his face.

This did not go unnoticed by the lady either. She laughed again, her eyes lighting up a bit.

"Yes, Rebonna."

She smiled, red lips pulling back to reveal white, sharp teeth. Aemond offered a small smile in return. The young prince was so consumed by her mere presence, he missed how the light dissappeared from her eyes and how they darkened by a few shades. The fact that she hadn't blinked once through this whole encounter slipped his mind too...

[stealingyourbones]

*puts 'What's New Pussycat' 21 times in your Diner Jukebox and 'It's Not Unusual' somewhere random in between*

*sits at a random table waiting for Celia, who definitely knows what I've done*

Don't look at me like that, there's a reason why I'm doing this.

Okay, I don't really have a real reason. I just thought it would be funny after everything going on in the Ghost Zone.

You know that old fairy tale? Of the Princess Who Doesn't Laugh?

No?

Well, it isn't as well-known. The version I know if is of this princess who hasn't been able to laugh since her mother died, and the person who manages to make her laugh will be her spouse and new King of the Kingdom.

The Ghost King's sibling, Princess Jasmine, had been apathetic lately. Us ghosts think it's the immortality being liminal gave her. Immortals gets bored after the first few hundred years, y'know?

But... His Highness believes that she's... well... heartsick? Which is stupid, because I've never been much for romance myself. But, I guess when you've got most of your life together, you do get ready to take the next step, amiright? Marriage. Family. All that romantic shit.

*receives burger* Thanks.

Most of us ghosts has now tried to woo her, but His Highness put a stop to the wooing. Instead, he put out this... contest. Whoever manages to make Princess Jasmine smile will be a 'candidate'. Not a guarantee, but a 'candidate'. Which means that even when you've managed to make her smile or laugh, she still has the means to turn you away.

I love His Highness for doin' that.

There's this little problem, though. The contest isn't limited to ghosts. Anyone from the living could also participate, and once they win the heart of Princess Jasmine and marry her, they'll receive the same liminality she got.

So, everyone's super surprised when this... this... kid from years ago with your Gotham Robin colors dropped into the courtroom and managed to make her smile! And Laugh! Princess Jasmine didn't let him be part of the contest because he's, well, a kid. Kudos to her. The contest was paused after that, because her motherly and sisterly instincts activated just by being with the kid. And, when you're a ghost kid, you don't actually grow. You learn more, yeah. But your childish tendencies don't really mature.

Anyways. He made her happy, so us ghosts just left it alone. Maybe her obsession was caregiving or some shit, so when His Highness became independent and really didn't need his sister anymore, she had nothing to do.

Then, the kid disappeared. And Princess Jasmine was back to being sad.

But here's the thing, the Kid is back. Just last week. He's alive, he's taller (not as tall as our Princess, though!), he's rougher, and he's... he's... *holds face in hands* HE'S HOT. HE'S NO LONGER THE CUTE SUNSHINE BOY THAT FELL INTO THE THRONE ROOM.

I thought the Princess Jasmine was going to turn him away, because he doesn't seem like the type to activate motherly instincts anymore (maybe just mommy instincts-- *is bonked* OW! Yeah, I probably deserved that)

But no, the... the man (Oh Ancients, he's a MAN), the first thing he does is drop his bad boy persona and turn back to the cute boy that fell into the throne room, AND CRACK THE LAMEST JOKE I'VE EVER HEARD.

It was so quiet, I was feeling secondhand embarrassment for him.

BUT THEN.

PRINCESS JASMINE.

LAUGHED.

SHE LAUGHED WITH TEARS.

It was the most beautiful sound in the Ghost Zone that got even His Highness crying with happiness.

*wipes eyes*

After that, the two decided to reconnect. King Danny even removed the bad ectoplasm in his system. And...

Well..

For the past week...

*smiles*

*gestures to a table near the window, which had Jasmine laughing at Jason seething with frustration over the music. Jasmine then says something, which calms Jason down, and they begin talking about cutesy couple-y stuff.*

Yeah...

*It's Not Unusual starts playing*

*everyone sighs with relief*

Anyways, *hands you some sharpened shoulder blades of Mammoths* Thanks for listening to me. Have a good one, Celia! The Burgers are delicious!

*After heading out, a few minutes later, one Batman cries loudly in frustration when What's New Pussycat plays in the Jukebox, causing Jasmine and Jason to find out that they're being stalked by the Batfam*

first of all anon, thank you for being the person who started the entire celia bones thing because holy shit it's been so fun watching people make lore and create concepts of the diner. (at least I'm 99% sure its you cause its the same writing style.)

In thanks, I did a very speedy lil doodle for ya <3

and now, on to answering this prompt. The story of the Princess Who Doesn't Laugh is quite a wonderous tale. I appreciate your gracious tip and story. Come back again!

From what I hear, The ghost child was there for many years but the day he vanished, oh that day is known around the entire Ghost Zone. Ghosts claim that they could hear the Princess's wails of sorrow throughout the entire Zone.

Hearing that he's back is quite a surprise. I can agree that the Princess has a type and I admire it Heavily. The man grew up a lot. More so than a person should in those years of being back in the living realm.

It's interesting. The Princess hasn't laughed in so long. Some even rumored that her laughter was a form of blessing. to be bestowed the honor of letting the princess experience joy was incredible in and of itself. The possible magical wards and protections said to be given to the jokester have been claimed to be simple spells to some of the most complex magical enchantments that the Ghost Zone has ever seen.

[zoe-oneesama]

Ooooh can we hear your thoughts and opinions on Miss Bustier, her akuma, and Zombizou’s plot after your fresh rewatch of the episode? >:3c

HoKAY so I held onto this one because I still needed to do my "pause every three seconds to write notes and make dumb quips in the discord chat" rewatch, but NOW!

There is so much ugh in this episode and some of it might sound familiar because I've salted on Bustier before, but here we go, mostly chronologically. These will be both petty and detailed:

Okay I literally had to ask the French Discord if Mylene's gift is a translation error:

It is not. That's what her gift is. I've only heard of people keeping a lock of their LOVER'S hair or that of someone who's passed away. But sure, what a totally normal thing to gift your teacher.

Most of Bustier's approach to things - having fighting students hug it out, quiet time, daily affirmations - could probably work if the cast was elementary school age. Like, really young elementary school age. Like, still learning what empathy is young elementary school age. Like, literally teaching someone "hey it hurts when you're hit, right? So that means it hurts other people when you hit them, right? So you shouldn't hit them because you know it hurts to be hit" young elementary school age.

BUT AS 14 YEAR OLDS THIS COMES ACROSS AS REALLY INFANTILIZING AND TOO LITTLE TOO LATE.

They forgot Chloe's sunglasses in the "Morning Compliment" Scene and it's like she's missing her tiara, it's so wrong. Also she's supposed to be boredly looking at her phone while Rose is talking but her sight line is off:

Sabrina and Nino's Super Different from Season 1 Voice Actors really threw me in this episode, I don't know why specifically this time it did but it did. Maybe because in this episode it feels more like Sabrina's reading off her lines and maybe she's just getting comfortable and maybe Nino's dropped the "cool/surfer guy" affect on accident?

Speaking of Sabrina, me and my sister noted that even she managed to get something for Bustier which led us on a side tangent - why didn't Chloe spend some of her time ordering Bustier something? In "Dark Cupid" she orders a 24-carot Gold Frame for her poster on the walk home and by the time she arrives at the hotel, it's there! You're trying to tell me if she really wanted to she couldn't have had something express delivered for Bustier? Oh what am I saying, that would require Chloe to use her vast resources on someone ELSE and we can't have that!

Point being, despite having at least half the school day (the montage shows them having Chemistry, Lunch, Art, and Dodgeball before Bustier's class), Chloe spent more energy on sabotaging Marinette's gift instead of just easing her own guilt by buying a gift herself. In case anyone thought this episode showed Chloe in a GOOD light.

Montage of Bustier/Zombizou's weird eye/brows/browbone in this episode:

The thinner the brow, the worse the squiggles. This lighting really highlights her scary thin nose bridge and NOT in a good way

It's not as obvious on the small scale, but her eyes have a purple ring around them, her eye lashes are a blue/grey color, and her pupil is TINY, but I prefer that to not HAVING a pupil.

BLUE! LASHES!

Her browbone is clipping through her mask, lovely

Her eyebrow doesn't match up with the brow bone and she doesn't have a furrow between the brows so it looks...so off.

Here's no. 2 closer up

I appreciate the class getting mad on Marinette's behalf but I wish they'd kept their insults to facts - instead of saying she caused half the akumas in Paris or that she's worse than Hawkmoth, stick to the fact she's a bully who hates seeing other people happy. You know, things Bustier can't write off because they're true.

Though it's very telling that this Chloe's face as they call her "worse than Hawkmoth":

She feels no remorse over not JUST ruining Marinette's gift to Bustier, but ruining something that was MEANT for Bustier! But given how Bustier has the AUDACITY to praise Chloe and give her credit, it's no WONDER where Chloe gets her delusional ideas that everyone likes her or should be thanking her when she acts despicable!

But that's no surprise since that's the expected outcome from Bustier's enabling philosophy of "forgive and forget despite the other person truly wronging you in multiple ways, suffering no repercussions, and in fact are getting kudos for behaving poorly on top of never repenting for what they did." Why WOULD Chloe do better when there's no incentive to?!

The only way that Bustier's advice to Marinette to "let go of her anger and forgive Chloe" is if in the meantime, Bustier is punishing Chloe for what she did. Otherwise, this is letting Chloe get away scot-free to vandalize again. What good does that do anyone, including Chloe? What does Bustier think is going to happen when Chloe does the same thing in high school or as an adult but the other person presses charges instead of "forgiving her and letting go of their anger?" She's setting up Chloe for failure, on top of failing Marinette by teaching her that her feelings don't matter and that having negative emotions is shameful.

Because that is Bustier's intent. That feeling negative emotions is something to be ashamed of. When she's deakumatized, she's distraught over "giving in to her negative emotions" and says that "I'm terrible" for doing so. So I guess Bustier thinks her entire class is terrible because they've all been akumatized, good to know.

That's why her "good deeds" are forcing fighting students to hug it out. That's why she makes her students give each other "compliments" but doesn't actually care what the compliments are (since she's satisfied with Chloe's "Rose, today you seem less...annoying." compliment). That's why she'd rather convince Marinette to ignore that Chloe defaced her gift with malicious intent so that Chloe can keep gloating and getting credit - because confronting Chloe would make her feel a "negative emotion" and it's easier to convince Marinette to back down. They're just empty gestures to keep a facade of PoSiTivItY without actually getting to the root of what causes these negative emotions.

If my teacher ever dropped to their knees like this to talk to me over the age of 10, I would be absolutely feral. Get up and talk to me like an equal deserving of respect, not a fucking toddler.

Gotta love that Bustier's defense to being told "Chloe is the meanest person I've ever known" is "oh someone in Paris must be worse than Chloe." Like, oh yeah? Who? Because Marinette hasn't met them.

And honestly, if Chloe hasn't learned "the meaning of love" at age 14, that sounds like a job for therapy and not her equally aged classmates.

Really wish there were more jabs at Zombizou's power. "I'll spread compassion throughout Paris! By making everyone make out with strangers!" There's a lesson about forced, toxic positivity in here that they totally whiffed on.

I knew from reference photos that sometimes Zombizou's lip mark disappears from her chest, but I held out some hope that it meant something like that she needed to reload on lipstick or something. I am but a fool, they just messed up, since above is literally her after one cut.

Now that Zombizou has entered the ring, can we talk about her design? Because I am confused. The short skirt and puffed sleeves feel too young for Bustier and the patchwork and knitting needles aim more for Marinette - which makes sense if it was meant for Marinette. But the powers have nothing to do with Marinette - in fact, even the parts of Zombizou that remind us of Marinette don't match with what Marinette was upset about:

This should've been the first hint of Princess Justice with the way Hawkmoth sensed Marinette's anger, so where'd this patchwork Tim Burton doll come from?

And then the power and motivation - forcing everyone to feel compassion and love through forced physical contact? Again, there's something here about forced positivity and coercing people to "get along" against their will, but they completely abandoned it by the end.

She kicked Mendeleiev's door in half, she kicked the Art Club door in half, she kicked Damocles' door in half, she kicked the school's front doors in half...this woman is a menace. And she has the gall to tell Damocles "I don't like knocking, I prefer a gentler touch."

Some,

BODY!

Let's also appreciate how shiny Mendeleiev's door is.

Tragic, but between evading Mylene and Sabrina in the courtyard and revealing themselves to Ladybug in the locker room, the class lost Nathaniel and no one even noticed. RIP. Literally I didn't notice until me and my sister went backwards from the Eiffel Tower trying to think of who would and wouldn't have been captured if not for Chloe and it took us to getting to Max and Kim on the roof to think "...wait where'd Nathaniel go?"

Some more errors for you:

Max's shirt clipping through his pants

Ladybug's grey flat screen (in "Copycat" it's reflective like any other screen)

Chloe's new facial hair ie. Being Impaled by her Side Hair

And Alix's hat that blips in and out of existence but that happens in so many episodes it's basically not even worth screenshotting anymore.

And I'm at my image limit, but they got Zombified Kim's eyes wrong - the glow green, like in "Despair Bear", instead of the purple they're supposed to be.

Zombizou: "NO ONE can escape MY KISS!" and "Witness the final triumph of love!" Me: "Ma'am that is ASSAULT!"

Sorry not sorry but I don't buy Chloe's heel turn at the end. Literally being carried by Chat Noir, by themselves in an elevator as their entire class was picked off one by one she's still asserting that "only the best remain" and isn't the least bit sad about it. She only suddenly cares about "getting in the way" when Chat Noir is taken out.

Because there's no more meat shields. There's no more canon fodder. There's her and there's Ladybug and if Ladybug is taken out, then so is she. There are no other options for Chloe and Ladybug: Ladybug wins or Chloe is infected like everyone else. This doesn't prove that Chloe feels remorseful, it proves that not even Chloe is dumb enough to overlook what it would mean if Ladybug lost here.

Her putting herself between Chat Noir and Ladybug isn't a sacrifice, it's the only option. It's self preservation, it's the only way to succeed. It's not noble that Chloe only does something when the only other option is the same fate that she happily left everyone else to. You could even argue the only reason Chloe needed to interfere was because Chloe distracted Ladybug by trying to apologize NOW of all times.

What's with this show's blonde's and their bad timing?

And about that apology - what a shoehorn! I think the writers did intend for Chloe's apologies to be genuine, but they failed in the set up. Maybe if Chloe got less and less despicable as classmates were picked off, if she got less and less sure of herself, if she acted like when people sacrificed themselves for her that was something to feel GUILTY about- but she doesn't. She's not guilty or even grateful. Kim puts her before him on the baton? She mocks him for thinking that she might possibly kiss him for it, which wasn't even his goal. Rose gets attacked trying to carry her onto the bus? She snaps at her because she wasn't "fast enough" to stop her ankle from getting twisted. Alix pushes her out of the way to make herself a human barricade between Rose and the rest of the survivors on the bus? She complains about people "invading her personal space".

Her apology to Ladybug reads like her swearing to be nice when Stoneheart throws her from the Eiffel Tower - an empty promise on her "deathbed" that's heard by almost no one that she can immediately take back or pretend never happened.

And her "apology" to Bustier isn't any better. I've already pointed out that Chloe could've used her time to rush order a gift if she felt THAT BAD about forgetting Bustier's birthday. She has a butler, her best friend is basically a personal assistant, she's got a phone that she's glued to half the time - she has so many ways to set a reminder or literally get someone else to do her work for her to ensure she got something for Bustier's birthday. There's no excuse, she flat out didn't care enough, that's all there is to it.

And somehow this and her getting her a gift a day later are supposed to be what clues us in that Chloe "has a heart, she just doesn't know how to use it?" Uh, if they really wanted to prove that, maybe she should've actually taken Alya's suggestion about apologizing to the class seriously instead of gloating over "saving Ladybug?" Chloe didn't change, Chloe didn't learn anything!

All that happened was that Marinette was taught by someone in authority over her to ignore Chloe being awful, leaving her open to give Chloe a chance in "Maledictator", leading to even more entitlement on Chloe's part, eventually leading to "Miracle Queen" and "PenalTeam" with Chloe feeling so entitled to everything being handed to her that she opts to side with the BAD GUY.

THAT'S what the lesson in "Zombizou" leads to. THAT is what this starts. This episode has no re-watch value whatsoever thanks to Seasons 3 and 4 and it is rage inducing with hindsight.