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met someone II Lena Oberdorf x Reader
masterlist I word count: 1452
a/n: dear readers, the poll chose Lena Oberdorf for this oneshot, we hope you're enjoying it. 💖💖
“Lena?”, Lea sounded surprised.
“Lea, this bar sucks!”, the dark-haired woman yelled into her phone
“But that’s there all the hot lesbians are according to Georgia.”, the blonde frowned.
“Georgia is wrong. The thing is full of straight women.”, she observed with growing frustration as a group of them was laughing hysterically about a joke one of the girls had made.
“Wait, but it’s a gay bar are they all celebrating their bachelorette parties?”, the forward asked confused.
“I don’t care what they do here but they’re all here. I think I’ll go home.”, Lena replied grumpily.
To lighten up her best friend’s terrible mood the blonde suggested. “Tomorrow at my place? I’ll cook a lot of hot chocolate and then we’ll watch a stupid romcom?”
“Didn’t you do that today already?”, the brunette teased the older player.
“Uhmm.”, Lea responded awkwardly.
“I know you.”, Lena stated chuckling.
“Well, I can do it two times in a row if you don’t tell our coach.”, she answered sheepishly.
“Okay, I won’t tell him if you don’t tell him that I’m out at a bar.”, the younger footballer offered grinning.
“We’ve a deal. See you tomorrow night!”, Lea chirmed.
“Bye.”, the brunette ended the phone call. Her dark eyes wandering one last time through her surroundings. The bar had its charm, she could admit that. It had a fading elegance to it like an old diva where you could tell that the woman once was a great beauty, something with a lot of history.
The barkeeper had mentioned to her that back in the 1980s Freddie Mercury was a reoccurring guest. Probably it was a bit more colourful back in the day.
For a second Lena tried to imagine how it would’ve looked like when the British rockstar was still alive but when her eyes locked with yours and all she could think about was you. Why hasn’t the football player noticed you before?
“Uhmm hi.”, the brunette greeted you nervously.
“Hey.”, you bit your lip.
“I’m Lena.”, the stranger introduced herself. Her smile was infectious, it immediately calmed you and made you feel less awkward than you’d usually feel in front of a person you just met.
You told her your name and when added. “You’re alone here too? There’s a lot of groups tonight?”
Lonely hearts recognized each other you thought to yourself. Especially in a crowded room where people who came alone were rare.
“Yeah, I was about to go home. But then I saw you and I thought.. I could at least try and shoot my shot.”, Lena winked.
“That’s funny because I was about to leave too until I saw you.”, you confessed without hesitation in your voice.
A smile spread across Lenas face: “Oh really? Looks like this was meant to be.“
You chuckled in response, teasing her: “Are you a romantic, Lena?”
“Not really.“, she shook her head, her smile unwavering.
“So you don’t believe in love at the first sight?”, you asked.
She tilted her head slightly: “I believe in attraction at the first sight.“
You could barely tear your eyes away from that smirk, confident and cool.
“Me too.“
Lena pointed back towards the entrance of the bar and suggested: “Maybe we should stay for another drink?”
You nodded quickly: “Yes.“
Unsurprisingly, the bar was still crowded when the two of you went back inside. Lena led you right towards the counter to two empty bar stools. She had already ordered drinks while you sat down.
“Come on, it’s on me.“, she grinned as she pushed one of the glasses towards you.
You smiled politely at her: “Thank you.“
“You’re welcome.“
You sipped on your drink. Despite its dangerously clear look, you could barely taste the alcohol.
“So, what got you here tonight?”, you asked.
“I moved here a couple of months ago. I guess I’m just looking for someone…“, Lena admitted willingly.
It was more than understandable.
“A big city like Munich can get lonely…“, you mused, absentmindedly swirling the liquid in your glass.
Observing you, she raised an eyebrow: “Speaking from experience?”
“I do…“, you replied but quickly frowned at yourself. That sounded all wrong, you weren’t lonely. “I mean I love my friends…“
“But a romantic relationship is different. I get that.“, Lena completed your thought.
You paused for a moment, not because her interruption felt invasive, but because you felt an immediate connection.
“It is.“
“I feel the same way about that.“, Lena agreed.
You lifted your glass and clinked it against hers: “Cheers to the Lonely Hearts Club.“
Lena laughed: “Who knows. Maybe we’re at the right place at the right time and won’t be part of that club for much longer.“
Your heart skipped a beat, swelling with hope that this could be more than just a last-minute flirt at a bar but your forced it to calm down.
“Do you want to go for a walk after this?”, you asked, once your heart had started pumping blood to your brain again.
Lena checked the clock on her phone and nodded: “Sure.“
“Perfect.“
Both of your glasses emptied quickly.
“Ready to leave?”
“Yes, I’m ready.“, you said as you got up.
“Let’s go.“
Lena followed you outside where you both were met with the chilly breeze of the late night.
Side by side, you started walking against the cold. Streetlights illuminated the sidewalk just enough. You watched the shadows dance across Lenas face as you walked to nowhere in particular.
“Do you like living in the city so far?”
“I do. I expected the move to be harder but.. I like it.”, she admitted. You could tell that the young woman meant it. Immediately you asked yourself where Lena had lived before. Possibly somewhere smaller and calmer.
The brunette glanced at you with curiosity. “What about you? Have you lived here for a long time?”
“Yes, I moved here for university. It felt very freeing.”, a shy smile played on your lips as you spoke.
“I can see that.”, she observed in a friendly tone.
“In Munich you can be yourself.”, you added meaningfully.
A moment of realization hit the dark-haired woman unexpectedly. “You came out here, huh?”, Lena recognized.
“I did.”, you nodded. Pictures of the past were flashing behind your eyes. The small Bavarian village you grew up in, the catholic church being the centre of everyday life and gay people were basically non-existent. When you came to Munich it felt like you were able to breathe normally for the first time in forever.
“I think I understand why this city means so much to you.”, the brunette replied.
“You were out before moving?”, you asked her although it was more an observation than a question.
“Yes, for a while. I’m a football player so everyone is very open about it.”, Lena explained blushing.
“Ah a football player.”, you smiled at her mildly.
“Oh. You don’t sound impressed.”, she stated sounding almost a bit disappointed. But from the inside the midfielder felt relived too as sometimes the only thing women found interesting about her was her job.
The Lena off the pitch didn’t interest them at all, the one who loved her friends and family fearlessly, who liked to have fun, party a little and who wanted to take care of a dog again, but knew she wouldn’t have enough time without a partner to help her.
“No, I was just wondering why your arms are so impressive.”, you countered grinning, your fingers intertwined as you kept walking.
“You’re impressed by my arms? You should see my thighs.”, she smirked.
“Can’t see them through those trousers.”, you continued the banter making the woman you felt attracted to break into a warm and loud laughter.
“Sorry that joke went a bit far for a first meeting.”, Lena biting her full lips apologetically.
“A little but I’m already liking what I can see.”, you responded truthfully.
“Oh, you do?”, the football player raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, too much honesty?”, you chuckled.
“No, I like honesty.”, she replied earnestly.
“Same. So, what if I’d like to see you again?”, you questioned bravely, your heart pounding hard against your chest.
“How about tomorrow?” That ask sounded like music to both of your ears. Like this night might came to an end but it was only the beginning for you two.
The following day Lea exclaimed surprised. “Wait, you’re bringing a plus one to our movie night?!”
“Either that or I have to cancel. And you won’t forgive me for that.”, Lena said smiling.
“Okay, you can bring her.”, the striker sighed dramatically.
“You won’t regret it.”, the brunette promised wholeheartedly. Lena got butterflies in her stomach as she thought about you.
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What If They Had A Mushu Inspired! S/O?
Type of Writing: #8 - Poll Result Characters: Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, and Ruggie Bucchi Name: What If They Had A Mushu Inspired! S/O? Original Poll Link: Here
A/N: This is kinda like if they were to comfort them for their actions that got them sent to Night Raven College. Basically the events they caused are kinda like what happened in Mulan II
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🧁 He was surprised to see you walking through the halls of Night Raven College, as you were once a strong-standing member of Royal Sword Academy
🧁 Unsurprisingly, you were organized into Scarabia, due to how you could think on your feet relatively well, but, you loved spending time in Heartslabyul to annoy their housewarden
🧁 Trey had noticed that one day you had not showed up to annoy the leader, so, he set his sights for Scarabia, and when he spoke to Jamil and learned you hadn't come out of your room and not touched the food he left by your door, your boyfriend got concerned
🧁 He thanked Jamil and bee-lined for your room, and once he arrived, he noticed three different containers of Jamil's cooking. And they were all untouched, a slight layer of dust remaining on the bottom two
🧁 Grabbing the boxes and knocking on your door, he voiced how he was coming inside, since he had no reply for a good solid minute
🧁 Trey expected to see you doing something dumb, maybe you were waiting for someone to get annoyed and come in to scare them, you were kinda like Lilia in that way
🧁 But, when you didn't and he noticed a humanoid-lump underneath your bed sheets, his face shifted from calm to concerned, he had never seen you without some kind of energy or happiness
" My dear? Are you alright? "
🧁 He laid the three boxes down on your desk and sat down on your bedside, lightly grabbing your sheets and pulling them back. And when he saw your puffy red eyes, his heart stopped
" Oh Sevens, what's wrong? " " Trey... am I a horrible person?... " " ... What do you mean? Why would you feel the need to ask me this? " " Think about it! I lost one measly spot in my dorm at RSA and because I felt I deserved that spot more, I separated the two people that actually stayed by my side for years! "
🧁 Trey flinched lightly at your yelling, it was full of regret and sadness, how long has this plagued your thoughts?
🧁 He wrapped his arms around your form, making your lay down on his chest and he rubbed your head, allowing you to stay quiet for as long as you wanted. When you wanted to talk more, you can. But, for now, he'll let you cry as much as you need
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🪅 Ace was used to playing pranks with you, since you would care-less what many thought of your actions
🪅 You were in dorms that you guys were practically opposites in, his was Heartslabyul and he was a troublemaker, and your's was Scarabia and you were a oblivious person
🪅 So, when you didn't show up one day for first hour, Ace asked the your closest person he knew besides him; Kalim
" Oh N/N? I'm not exactly sure... Jamil said that they're still in their room. He also said that they haven't eaten yet... I'm kinda getting nervous for them, to be honest. "
🪅 Ace looked into the kitchen where your vice-housewarden was, cooking for the dorm's dinner that night, if this was true, he'd see the boxes outside your room
🪅 After thanking his upper-classman, Ace began to make his way towards you room, twirling a pen in between his fingers. This pen you gave him on your first date, and it had a special saying carved into it; " I'm travel-sized for your convenience. "
🪅 He chuckled at that, those were the first words you said to him after showing him your small dragon-form
🪅 Before he realized it, he ran into your door. And, deciding that was his knock, Ace tripped the door open slightly
" Uhm... Y/N? Are ya' in here? You're not dead are you? "
🪅 The sound of sniffles, your sniffles entered his ears and made him freeze and close the door behind him and run to your side, asking you what was wrong
" Am I a bad person, Ace? " " What?! Who told you that?! I'll pummel them into the dirt! "
🪅 Your eyes, pupils thinner than ever and your eyes glowing a bloody red. He has never seen you so angry, or, rather, upset...
" This isn't some kind of damn joke, Ace! This is serious! I mean, for crying out loud... just because my place in my old dorm was taken from my claws... I screwed up the entire balance between the two people who were always there for me... "
🪅 Ace looked down in guilt and concern, he didn't mean to make you more upset by touching you... but, he is good with his words!
" I'm sorry, N/N. But, if you want- do you wanna talk about it? You don't have to if you don't want too! But, just... know I'm here for ya', no matter what. "
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♠️ Deuce is a very big worry-wart when it comes to those he cares for... it's not like he doesn't trust them with their strength, you did take down some Savanaclaw students with one hit, but, this was far different
♠️ You hadn't shown up for any gathering in the past few days, and it was making everyone nervous, since you were always there, waiting to spook them
♠️ After being asked where you were by Yuu for the second time, he grabbed his bag and announced he was going to go find you
♠️ His first stop was your dorm, Scarabia, and once he noticed that Kalim was holding one of your gifts, a necklace with one of your scales on it, and looked sad, he asked the male what was wrong
" N/N hasn't come out of their room all day! They attended classes for a bit, but now we can't even get them to open the door and eat something... I'm getting scared. " " Where's Viper? " " Jamil's delivering them something for a snack, since they haven't eaten any actual meals. " " Thanks, Al-Asim! I'll try helping him out! "
♠️ Once Deuce made it to your room, he saw Jamil there knocking, calling your name over and over, trying to get you to speak back and settle his nerves
♠️ He asked what was going on, in which the vice-housewarden just sighed and rubbed his temple, the box in his hand had a small amount of steam coming from them
" Y/N still hasn't answered me. I've been here for around 5 minutes now, and I have their favorite food; dumplings. I have other things to attend to right now, can you try getting them to open up, Spade? "
♠️ Deuce nodded and grabbed the foods from the man's hand before watching him walk away and to the lobby of the dorm, no doubt going to have to deal with Kalim
♠️ He sighed and began to knock on the door, and after every three tries, he'd press his ear against the wood, trying to hear something inside of there; what if you had left and nobody noticed?
♠️ Once he heard a small whimper and sound of sheets shuffling, your boyfriend grabbed the knob and announced his entry
" Y/N? Deary? Are you okay? Al-Asim and Viper have been saying you haven't come outside of your room all day to do anything... "
♠️ You swung your small tail out from underneath the sheet and pulled him onto the bed, thankfully, he laid the dumplings on your nightstand
" Deuce? Am I a horrible person, please be honest... " " Of course not! You're the best person I've ever met! " " What bullshit... Deuce, I was kicked out of RSA because my position was taken from me. And because of that, I couldn't handle it and- and I took it out on the only people I could really trust. I'm such a horrible- " " Y/N. Listen to me. You are the best person I have ever really met in my life, you inspire me to change myself for the better, to put my past behind me. But not forget about it, to acknowledge, yet keep it out of my current self. "
♠️ Deuce smiled lightly, rubbing your arm, touching the slightly scaled skin, before hugging you closely and kissing your forehead, whoever made you think this was gonna be personally visited by a pissed-off boyfriend
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🍩 As pro-tricksters, he loved to mess around with you, and he loved it whenever you would mess with him right back
🍩 Ruggie had just finished his work for the day and walked to his room and tested you, since he hadn't seen you all day, he wanted to ask what you were up too and if you were busy
🍩 But, when he received no reply and didn't see any recognizance that you had even looked at his message he sent minutes beforehand, he began to feel a hint off
🍩 He sat up from his bed when he saw three dots, but when they immediately went away, he groaned and threw his phone into his pocket before walking out of his dorm and headed towards Scarabia
🍩 Your boyfriend understood that you preferred to have some alone time, but not a lot, you were by far more of a people-person than anything else
🍩 Ruggie walked through the halls of Scarabia before he noticed that Jamil was walking in your room's direction holding a box of foods, that must've been your dinner that night
" Ah, Jamil! " " Yeah, Ruggie? " " Is that N/N's dinner? " "Yeah. They haven't come out of their room lately, so, I've been trying, keyword; trying to give them some food, but they haven't come to their door to take it. Last I knew, they hadn't touched any boxes I left. "
🍩 Offering to take it for him, Ruggie grabbed the box of foods from his fellow second-year's hands and said his goodbyes before leaving the hallways in separate directions, Jamil back to the kitchen to clean and Ruggie to your room to check on you
🍩 He knocked on your door once he reached and called out your name before moving to your surname and then both
🍩 Ruggie eventually gained impatience and opened the door, announcing his entrance and noticed how you were wrapped up in the blanket that you took from his room, your small blue horns poking out from your hair and your long tail wrapped around your body and blanket
" My Dandelion, are you alright? Jamil said you haven't been eating lately. " " Can I ask you a question? " " Uhm, sure? " " Am I a bad person? Please, just- tell me the truth, no sugar-coating... " " You are an amazing person, Y/N. I would never lie about that. But, what struck this up? "
🍩 Ruggie was so confused, why would you ever think that he would sugar-coat his words, he's as honest as the sun is bright with you...
" It's just- the reason I was transferred here was because I got my position stripped from me... and... to make myself feel better, I just- I pushed two people apart, and I didn't- I didn't mean to hurt them- I just- "
🍩 Grabbing you by the arm, Ruggie felt your scales graze his hands before he felt you bury your face in his chest, your tail wrapping around his leg tightly
" I'm here, Y/N... don't worry... I won't let ya' go. "
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A Mother's Wonderful Love
Wakatoshi Ushijima x chubby fem! reader Warnings: fluff, kid that is noisy, that's about it Synopsis: It is your birthday, and he tries to surprise you with a nice breakfast in bed, but got ruined because he had to wake you up. Word Count: 337 Thank you so much to the people who did my poll that I posted!! Now, I will grant the wish that my customers want. Enjoy!!
The sun started to illuminate the room with warmth and welcoming the incoming opportunity. His olive eyes fluttered open as he saw your body laying next to his. Getting up carefully, he glanced at you with a mesmerizing gaze, enchanted by how cute your soft belly rises and falls back.
Taking quiet steps, he headed into the kitchen to make you a nice breakfast. Opening the drawers and cabinets carefully, he took out a pan and everything else came clattering down to the wooden floor.
Ushijima heard thudding from the stairs. Turning around quickly, it was none other than his sweet little princess, not her mommy.
He placed his finger to his lips, indicating to the little toddler to stay quiet. All he got in return was a loud giggle from the little one.
Ushijima's face scrunched up, trembling in his place of what was going to happen next.
Running towards her, he tried to scoop her up, but failed epically as he bumped his head into the wall, a loud groan escaping his vocal chords.
"You can't catch me, daddy!" Mocked his little princess.
Agitated by her behavior, he had no other choice, but to call the one who CAN bring their daughter under control.
"Honey, we have a... problem." Muttered out Ushijima.
As your beauty sleep interrupted, you stretch your arms with a tiny yawn following right after, you get up to check what your husband is muttering about this time.
"What is going on?" You turn your head to see your daughter running like a mad dog. "Sweetheart, please behave for mommy." You bend down to her height.
"Yes, mommy." She gazed into your eyes.
She acted mostly like her Uncle Tendou, even though he currently wasn't here, but oh boy, she was acting crazy like him.
"Now, I guess my king and tiny princess will need something to-"
"I will make breakfast, dear." Ushijima offered.
"I think you have done enough. Why don't you take care of our princess?" You smile at him.
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The next part of my pollfic! You guys got me with a tie last time. I tried my best!
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For a moment, Danny was paralyzed by indecision. Who should he go to? Who should he help? But then he remembered that this wasn’t a combat situation. He could help both, one at a time.
There were, perhaps, some negative side effects from spending his formative years as a ghost as a superhero and satisfying his Obsession through combat. It was very unfortunate. Useful in combat! Less so at other times.
But he should ask the large man first, or else by the time he finished translating for the attendant he might be done. He inched closer, hovering so he could actually see what the man had spread out on his table.
His heart sank when he saw clay tablets and papyrus scrolls covered with the tiny, black squiggles of Coptic.
Danny knew a fair amount of Akkadian cuneiform. While Pandora tended to focus on the immediately and practically applicable when it came to language lessons, Clockwork had a more chronological method. As in, he seemed intent on teaching Danny languages in the order of when they were first written down, except for when a certain language was necessary for one of the time field trips he sometimes sent Danny on.
(He had not, perhaps, revealed the extent of those trips to his parents. A story for another time.)
Coptic was, sadly, not among those.
Still. He was a bit more concerned about the expressions of abject suffering the man was making.
“Um, excuse me? Sir? Are you alright?” asked Danny. He bobbed in the air, near the man’s shoulder. “Do you need help?”
The man looked up in clear surprise, eyes flicking over Danny from head to toe. Not that there was a whole lot of Danny to look over right now. “Ah,” he said, “I am afraid I have reached beyond my grasp, but unless you have the Coptic and the language of Blessed Sargon both, it is not to be.”
“I know some Akkadian. I could translate it into English and then you can put it into Coptic?” suggested Danny.
“Alas, I am going the other way,” said the man, pulling slightly on his curly beard. “The Coptic, into mine own language, yes?”
“Oh,” said Danny, deflating further. “Okay. Sorry. You just looked, um…”
“Wait,” said Dad. “He’s from ancient Sumeria? Ask him what that was like! He’s got to know so much stuff!”
Danny was not going to ask him that. That would be rude, considering how hard he was working, and edged just a little too close to asking a stranger about their death for Danny’s peace of mind.
“That is very dear of you, to come see,” said the large man. “Perhaps after this, our paths cross again, hm?”
“Maybe,” said Danny. “Sorry for interrupting you.”
The man waved him off, already refocusing on his tablets. Danny gathered up his things and hurried to the attendant’s desk only to discover that she had been watching him. But for how long?
“Hi!” he said, a little nervous from the pressing need of his Obsession. “I finished this translation, and I was wondering if I could help you out with the others you mentioned? Or other Elysian ones?”
The attendant stared at him for a long moment, and Danny got the distinct and vaguely embarrassing sense that his Obsession had been correctly clocked.
Then her face scrunched up into the expression people made when they had seen something indescribably cute. Ugh.
“Oh my goodness,” she said, “that’s so lovely and sweet of you to offer! Like I said, we have a pretty big backlog, so any help you can give us there is greatly appreciated. But… if you don’t mind doing something that isn’t strictly translation, there’s something else you can help us with that needs Elysian Greek. Among other things.”“Er, Danno,” said Dad, “why are we doing this? I thought you just wanted to give us a look around the library?”
#danny phantom#dannymay#dannymay 2024#dannymay day 15: field trip#kingdom of fish#choose your own adventure#pollfic#poll fic
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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER XIX
Hello, how's it going? Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll. In fact, I didn't even know that so many people read the story in English; 49 votes, only two or three negative. So I'm glad to know I'm not writing for the walls. I've been thinking, it seems that polls are a good way of communicating. I'll use them from time to time to check if the plot is still going well. The chapters are short, but we'll get there slowly. I hope you enjoy it.
CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV / CHAPTER XV / CHAPTER XVI / CHAPTER XVII / CHAPTER XVIII
"Thank you. "Nico finally said when the Jackson family hugged him together, Sally almost crying while Grover and Tyson had a serious, neutral expression on their faces, reminding him of when Percy was trying to control himself so that he wouldn't destroy everything he saw along the way.
He liked that too, knowing he could count on the whole family. And since he was being honest, why not carry on?
"You know? I haven't seen Hades in years. Is really necessary to work so hard because of him? I was thinking of something more effective.”
"Whatever you need, dear." This time, it was Sally who said it, already composing herself; the mother giving space to the businesswoman.
"I was thinking about emancipation." When no one said anything, Nico decided to close his eyes and keep on talking. "Hades has control of my mother's possessions and, as an only child, I won't have access to them until I'm twenty-one. If I speed up things, I can try to recover what is mine before Hades destroys everything.”
"I don't understand, Hades can't touch that money without the court's permission." Tyson said, confused.
"That's the problem. My mother had stocks and other assets that Hades has access to. Most of what he has comes from my mother.”
"Are you telling us that it was your mother who was rich and not Hades?"
Now it was Percy who seemed unhappy.
"Hades used to be a bank manager. Mama fell in love with him and I was born. In fact, Bianca is my half-sister, like you already know. My grandfather is a big farmer, you know? Mama used to help him before Hades showed up.”
"Wow. No, I did not know that." Grover muttered. "And your father is a son of a bitch.”
"He is. I didn't feel safe telling anyone this, but now that he can't hurt me, it's time to get back everything he took from me.”
"We're going to help. Tyson is going to start the preparations.”
"Can we take him by surprise? Try to get my mother's inheritance back and do the emancipation together? I don't want to give him time to fight back.”
"Of course. It's a great idea," Tyson said with a strange glint in his eyes. "He won't even notice when we catch him. I promise."
"Okay. I trust you. If emancipation doesn't work, can you be my guardians? I never want to go back to that house again."
"You have our word." Sally touched his shoulder, smiling at him with tears in her eyes. "We will destroy this man, even if it’s by force."
"You don't have to promise me. I just... I don't want to be under his control anymore. I don't know what might happen."
"Is Bianca okay living with him?"
"He's never treated Bianca the way he treats me."
"Oh, honey." Sally said and hugged him tightly, with Percy still holding him by the waist.
He refused to cry, refused to give Hades this pleasure, refused to continue under that man's control. While he was in Verona with his grandparents, cousins, and uncles, Hades hadn't had the courage to approach him. But now that no other adult was responsible for him, Hades thought he could boss him around. Well, Nico would prove it to that man and give him back a taste of what Hades had done to him.
"I'm fine. Is all in the past. I just want what's mine."
"We know," Percy finally said, coming out of his stupor. "I'll take care of you."
Nico knew that, Percy was saying those words so often that he was starting to believe it. Maybe they really did have a chance to get married in the future and build a family of their own, away from all this confusion and pain. Maybe if he behaved and did everything the right way, he would free himself from this nightmare, from these people who seemed determined to torture him.
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After that, things seemed to calm down, but in a delicate way.
He said he should have kept quiet from the beginning, didn't he? Nico didn't understand exactly what was happening, but he did suspected something was going on.
Nico felt like Percy was distancing himself from him, as though he was loosening the leash of his collar to see how far Nico would go without supervision. Or maybe, that was just how he felt. Maybe Percy was giving him some space, some time for Nico to understand what was happening and take the next step with precaution.
Where Percy used to be by his side at every moment of the day, now someone else would replace him without Nico even realizing it. It was strange, the few times he found himself alone and was able to think, the effect of what Percy wanted became the opposite. This time alone made him think about life and the possibilities that the future held for him. It scared him, the uncertainty, seeing that he would have to take the reins of his own life if he wanted to live comfortably, when, in reality, all he wanted was for someone to come and tell him what was the right path to take.
That afternoon would be no different, making him lose himself in the succession of days, pleasant days with people who cared about him, but without the pleasure that Nico had become accustomed to receiving. Would a few days be enough for Percy to convince himself? Was he behaving as expected of him?
Nico was so tired of all that. He just got out of bed and walked around the house. He found Sally in the kitchen and declined the invitation to cook with her. He found Tyson in the study who offered to update him on the Hades case, and once again declined, passing Grover who was in the living room, going straight to the outside area of the house, the only place Percy could be.
There Nico found him, watching Percy swimming at fast speed in the pool, up and down, incessant and frantic, Nico having the impression that Percy was trying to punish himself and for something he should never be blamed for. When Nico finally got close enough to get a better look at Percy's profile, he remained silent, wondering if it was a good idea to break Percy's self-imposed routine. What if this was their future and Nico was just delaying and fighting against what was hopeless? Finding himself at a dead end, Nico sat down in one of the lounge chairs and carried on watching Percy swim furiously, looking like he was trying to take out all his frustration in the water.
It wouldn't be long now.
If Nico was still following their script, in a few minutes Percy would get out of the pool and go after him. Percy would hug him and smile at him, being all affectionate and they would spend the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening doing anything other than what they wanted to be doing. He was so tired of all this that Nico wasn't even surprised when Percy came out of the pool like someone was chasing after him, almost walking straight past him.
Nico felt like laughing, this was so ridiculous; Percy was ridiculous and he was ridiculous too. What were they waiting for? The trauma and the sadness to disappear so they could move on with their lives? That maybe with time and patience Nico would be a normal and mentally balanced person? The funniest thing was seeing Percy backing up and stopping next to his chair, smiling sheepishly at him. And what did Nico did? He smiled back, it was the only rational thing to do in a situation that made no sense at all.
"Hey, handsome. What are you doing here all alone?" Percy asked and crouched down, getting to his height and staring at him closely.
"I missed you."
"Yeah?"
"I wanted to know where you were."
"I'm here, like always."
Nico wanted to say it was a lie. Percy might be there, but he wasn't by his side anymore.
"What's happening to us?" He asked, feeling more tired with each passing moment.
"Nothing's happening." Percy said and smiled at him, gently touching his face. And that was the problem, nothing was happening and he needed something to happen immediately, or he would go completely crazy.
Nico almost let himself be carried away by the platonic caress, almost let Percy's calm smile fool him.
"Did I... did I do something wrong?"
"That would never be possible."
"You don't like me anymore?"
"Nico." Percy said in the calmest voice he had ever heard. "I think we should slow down.”
“More than this?”
“I…” Then the calm mask on Percy’s face broke. "I abused you. I never asked why you wouldn’t talk to your father. I never questioned why you cried and shook when you thought no one was watching. I need space. I thought it would be good for you too.”
“I don’t need space. I need you.”
Nico didn’t hesitate, he threw himself into Percy’s lap and hugged him tightly, feeling a lump form in his throat.
“Nico. I… I feel guilty. I’m just another one who wants to abuse you.” The important thing was that Percy hugged him back, tightly, holding him by the back of his neck and whispered in his ear. "I want to see you at my feet and I want to see you obeying everything I tell you to do. I want you to look only at me and think only about me. Do you think this is any different from what Hades was doing to you?”
“I don’t care.” There, he said it. “I want to do all of this for you.”
“Nico, please.”
“I’m tired. Why can’t I have what I want? Why is it so wrong to be under someone else’s control?”
He heard Percy groan and before he could react, Percy pulled him by the hair and made him face Percy, his green eyes blazing, as if Percy was about to devour him right there.
“You’re going to kill me. You know that? I’m trying to take care of you. I’m doing what’s best for you.”
“I don’t want the best, I just want to not feel so miserable all the time.”
Percy stared at him for a long moment, looking like he was going to break down at any moment, but finally his wish was granted; Percy pressed his lips against his and stayed like that for a few moments, allowing him to feel the warmth and touch that he had missed so much. And suddenly, it was enough for Nico. It wasn't the sex he missed, it was the warmth of Percy's body on his, the affection, the caring touch, the release of tension, the connection he hadn't found anywhere else.
Unfortunately, the moment was broken some time later. Percy's hands were still on his skin and he was still sitting on Percy's lap, they were still staring at each other as if the other would disappear if they looked away.
"I never wanted you to feel this way," Percy finally said, swallowing hard. "I feel like a monster. I'll-- I'll get over this, I just need some time."
"Do we need to stay apart? I don't want to learn about law from Tyson or about sports from Grover, I don't even want to learn new recipes from Sally. I promise I won't bother you."
"How can you say this to me?" That was all Percy said before he buried his face in his neck and Nico felt tears hit his skin, Percy's arms tightening around his waist.
"Oh." Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to corner Percy after all.
Nico was convinced of that when he heard the first sob. Why did everything he did go wrong? With a tight chest, Nico pulled Percy up and lay down with him on the lounger. He would obey Percy's wishes and give him the space he needed.
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Typical Kalim
Pairing: Kalim Al-Asim x fem!reader
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Genre: fluff, humor
Word Count: 1.6k
The Scarabia dormwarden just has to use the most flamboyant method possible to get his crush’s attention. Typical Kalim.
Loosely inspired by the song “Prince Ali” from Aladdin (2019)
“I just don’t know how to tell her!” Kalim had sighed. The silver-haired boy lay upside-down in a luxuriously plush sofa in his room, arms stretched out under his head. “She’s just so cool, you know? I want to be cool to her too, but not just as her friend. I want to be cool to her in a different way.”
Jamil, leaning against a column in the corner, shadows surrounding his face, also sighed for the nth time that day. Sighing was a sound heard often in the Scarabia housewarden’s quarters quite often now. Whether it be exasperated ones from Jamil or ones of longing from Kalim himself, they had all started the day he had met you, Ramshackle Dorm’s prefect, for the first time. “I’ve told you time and time again, Kalim. Why don’t you just ask her to go shopping with you the next time you want to go to the Bazaar? Or maybe offer to study with her in the library for a few hours. You can spring the question on her then.”
“That’s so ordinary though,” Kalim pointed out. He waved his hands in a dramatic arc, towards nothing in particular. “I want her to feel special! Like a guest of honor at a party- oh, I have an idea!” Hopping off the sofa, he leaned in to Jamil, whispering urgently in his ear.
Jamil crossed his arms, scowling. Leave it to Kalim to be oh-so flamboyant and foolish about the ways he wanted to ask his crush out. The taller boy had no interest in inserting himself into Night Raven College’s vicious circle of gossip, but how could he refuse the Al-Asim boy?
“Fine,” Jamil bowed his head. “Just… put together a list or something, for your party that night. In the meantime… I’ll get to work this evening. ”
Typical Kalim, he groans to himself as he exits the room, closing the door softly behind him.
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Prince Kalim! Mighty is he, Kalim Al-Asim, Strong as ten regular men, definitely! He faced the galloping hordes, a hundred bad guys with swords Who sent those goons to their lords? Why, Prince Kalim!
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You’re passing through the locker room, sweat rolling down your forehead from today’s Mr. Vargas’ latest exercise regimen, when you see two Heartslabyul first-years turn to stare blatantly at you as you walk in. They’re not even trying to hide their wide eyes, or the glances exchanged between them. One of them nudges the other, and they fumble for a moment, before loudly whispering-
“Hey, did you hear about Kalim’s latest PE assessment? I heard he ranked higher than everyone in his class- even the Savannaclaw housewarden Kingscholar!”
It wasn’t unusual to hear your dear friend’s first name being tossed around among students, even those not close friends with the boy. However wealthy and extravagant he was, he was simply Kalim to them, a fun-loving drop of the desert sun come to life. But what was unusual was for such an outlandish and strange rumor to be floating around in the gossip chain. Kalim, scoring first in a PE assessment? It was about as likely as Vil getting voted ‘Ugliest Face’ in the yearbook polls. (Ugliest personality though, was another matter entirely…)
Plus, you know that if Kalim had really achieved such a feat he would have run straight to you, blurting the news in your face. Kalim always had something new to tell you, every time he saw you- and he wasn’t the type to keep secrets.
Ignoring the two whispering freshmen, you make your way to your locker. Spinning in the combination, you open the door- and a familiar, gilded-edged letter flutters out of the hinges, onto the floor. It’s deep scarlet in color, with a cobra crest adorning the seal. You don’t have to read the signature to know who it’s from. A party on such short notice, tonight? You might as well go, just to see your dear friend.
Typical Kalim, you smile to yourself.
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Prince Kalim! Handsome is he, Kalim Al-Asim! That physique! How can I speak, weak at the knee! Well, get on out in that square, adjust your veil and prepare To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Kalim!
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Music blares and flashing lights strobe around you, neon colors swimming in the water of the grand pool in the backyard of Scarabia dorm. You recline on a lounge chair in the shadows, swirling a (non-alcoholic!) beverage in the tumbler in your hand. You glance down at it, reflections of dancing partygoers rippling in the liquid. They distort your own face, and you can barely make out the outline of your own dark eyes in the glass. Normally, you would be with them- swaying to the beat, twirling with Kalim’s hand in yours. Today, you were still a bit too tired from your PE exam- the one Kalim supposedly aced- so you were sitting this one out. You didn’t mind, though. It gave you time to observe the crowd around you, picking out subtle looks between couples that were probably going to be hooking up later that night.
There’s a commotion from the other side of the pool, people crowding around to get a look at something. Shouts and toasts to the young night ring out, and you hear a familiar laugh, just as Kalim strides out of a poolside building. He’s clad in only shorts and his signature headband and jewelry, and Jamil is following behind like usual- though had the grace to look embarrassed.
Kalim is flocked by two or three girls, you notice sourly. He didn’t even come out to greet you, and for them? You decide to sit back and watch some more. The girls are seemingly fawning over his… muscles? You admit Kalim is well-built, but he was nowhere near as muscular as say, Jack or Sebek. He’s basking in their praise though, smiling bright as ever. Maybe he was just being friendly, you reason to yourself, looking down at your hands in your lap. Yes, maybe that was it.
When you look back up, Kalim is scanning the poolside, eyes squinted against the bright flashes and roaring crowd. Though you are half-hidden in shadow, he catches your eye- you know he does, because he gives you a huge grin and steps to the edge of the pool.
You watch as he reaches his arms upwards, arching his back in a clearly-exaggerated stretch that highlights the lean muscle in his body. Then he dives into the pool without even taking off his gold bands. They sparkle in the lights of the party, far beneath the watery blue surface. You watch those gold bands glimmer, gliding along the pool floor until they’re right in front of you.
Always showing something off, you note fondly. Typical Kalim.
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Prince Kalim! Amorous he, Kalim Al-Asim Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see And that, good people, is why he got dolled up and dropped by Make way for Prince Kalim!
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He pulls himself out of the pool, water dripping off of his tanned skin. Pushing the silver mop of hair out of his eyes, he shakes droplets off like a dog and smiles. “Hey, prefect! I looked pretty cool there, didn’t I? What’dya think?”
You raise an eyebrow at him. “You look handsome as usual, Kalim. Mind telling me what this is all about?” You look around for the girls, but they haven’t followed him here- in fact, they were deeply engrossed in conversation with Jamil instead, giggling and running their hands up his muscled arm. “How did you even get girls here at Scarabia dorm without Riddle offing your head? I’m pretty sure I’m the only non-boy at Night Raven College.”
He winks at you. “Dorm leader benefits!” he chirps. “They’re actually friends of mine,” he explains. “They wanted to see what this place was all about!” He gestures to all of the extravagance around you.
“Alright…” you muse. You guess that made sense. But… “What about those rumors that were going around?” you prod at him. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of them,” you add hastily. Kalim had an ear to the ground in every room at NRC. “Acing a PE exam? And at the top of your class, too?”
Kalim pouts. “They’re just things that may or may not be the truth,” he declares dramatically. “Why? Am I not muscular enough for you, Prefect?”
When you arch an eyebrow at him, Kalim finally cracks. He can’t lie to you, after all. “Okay, okay, fine. Those are just rumors.”
Jamil is shaking the girls off and making his way over to you now, a wry smile on his face. “I told you your cover would be blown sooner or later,” Jamil comments.
Kalim laughs. “I guess you were right.” he says sheepishly. He grabs your hand in his. “I just wanted you to think of me a bit differently, you know? I wanted to look cool before I asked you to dance with me at my party today.”
“I’ve always thought of you as cool, Kalim,” you point out. “And yes, in a different way, as you so delicately put it,” you add, when he opens his mouth, about to rephrase himself. “And I would have danced with you anyways, whether or not I thought you had muscles,” you finish with a tease.
“Really?” Kalim’s eyes widen, and his face splits into an even bigger grin, if that’s even possible. “Woah, Jamil, do you hear this? Prefect’s liked me all along!” He pulls you in for a nuzzle, then a hug. He’s giggling softly against your shoulder, and you can’t help but hold him closer. Over his shoulder, you meet Jamil’s gaze, and he rolls his eyes. You know what he’s thinking.
Typical Kalim.
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tell me about the bloodsport wlws
the bloodsport wlws. (clasps hands together) let me use my brain oh i need crub to shut the fuck up rq ok there we go
so. philly. carina. the moon & stars. the winnars!!!! 🎉 of that one niche poll tournament thing. carina is a 20something college student who's a prodigy in all things magic but specifically has an affinity for space magic, & her fursona is a purple gryphon also.
^ her fursona (drew this before i saw a post on how to draw beaks. youll have to forgive me)
prone to overworking starself & does it regularly... from a regular human's perspective at least. star is physically disabled but also thanks to stars extremely potent magic star can just do a lot more than the average person, & is in a constant state of levitation to avoid putting strain on stars body. star is always going around helping as much as star can provided star can do it with magic.
this ^ is both a good & bad thing, as she is also, as you may have heard, a bloodsport tournament participant! she kind of. needs her magic for that. & well she keeps jobbing really badly despite being as powerful as she is. because of how much she uses her magic on the regular. the reason it's a good thing is that her magic can overflow & while there hasn't yet been a point where it did it's not fully clear what will happen if it does.
see her hair? it's kind of like a gauge. you can tell how she's doing on magic reserves depending on how "filled up" it is. the more purple, the more powerful! & what happens if her hair is completely purple? philly really wants to know
design note that was Just added too but her eyes change colour depending on her magic reserves as well. this is partly bc i keep fucking up which eye is purple & which eye is yellow so now both can be & they can be both at once even. because i have knowledge of heterochromia <- the central heterochromia haver
all in all she should probably not be doing bloodsport at least at the current moment when the stakes are so facking high in AA. in combat situations she kind of shuts down her ability to emote & speak properly because of how stressed it makes her so she's a bit of a bitch. um. she did cause an existential crisis once & felt really bad about it. sorry lucian. (he got better they're friends now)
all this. is necessary to introduce philly. bc philly is carina's childhood friend & philly was created because @greenshi loved carina so much that he had to give her a gf. you may thank him forever for cosmic yuri
ophelia "philly" delphia (why does she get a full name & carina doesnt have one? um. i didnt actually create carina i just voiced her & then elaborated a fuckton on her character ask @royaltyfreeramblings not me *sexily relinquishes responsibility*) is an epic & awesome werewolf who's constantly in an inbetween state of human & wolf. so a wolf furry yeah. moon goes on road trips with other lesbians* & a wet sack of meat who's having cringefail yaoi with some guy over there. moon is very confident but also happens to be carina's biggest hypeperson, which i find very sweet considering she was conceptualised as a rival & they completely skipped that stage LMAO
green would be a lot better placed to talk about philly. & they unfortunately have not interacted on screen in canon as much as i'd like due to the nature of bloodsport tournaments & also carina's jobbing adventures. but i love them a lot & i hope philly can be the one person to finally convince carina to get a damn wheelchair girl stop using magic for everything constantly you get so fucked up when it's depleted!
oh yeah there's also stuff that i don't know if i can share bc it hasnt been revealed to The Audience yet but they are very dear to each other & like. among other things. both of them have kept pictures of them as kids together even throughout all the time they spent apart. bc they did lose sight of each other for many years before reuniting. & idk i just think they're so cute & sweet. i love it when characters love each other did you know that
#asks#fuffleposting#ai altercation#cosmic yuri#<- they get to ahve their tag. bc apparently its not an already used tag. ya ba doo!#long post#<- courtesy tag but i Am posting this at a dead as fuckk hour so. lalalalalalala
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Marius - Tears of Themis (ToT) - You Shall Be Mine!
Pairing: female reader x Marius
Warnings: angst, make out
Word count: 2438
A/N: okay, that was not the fic I was writing for marius bday, but let's all pretend it is. I honestly can't believe it took me 4 months to finish this ahaha
“Oh my, I’m so excited! My first art class with the one and only Marius von Hagen! I'll not lose this opportunity! He shall be mine!” you confidently say it to reassure yourself.
“Definitely! Keep your hopes high and you will get him! If Ms. Lauren said so, it will happen!”
“I hope so Amy. Because she did get it right that you were going to marry your now husband.”
“I know, right? She is indeed a great fortune teller.”
“What commotion is that over there? I think it’s close to my classroom. I’ll go check it out. See you later, Amy.”
“See ya!”
You head towards the commotion near your classroom to find out that this chaos was caused by Mr. von Hagen himself. Several women were screaming and some even fainted. All of them are your classmates by the way.
You were excited to finally get a chance to see in person the bachelor Ms. Lauren said it was going to belong to you, but, apparently, other women also had the same idea.
“I was so inspired to draw anything just to get a chance to talk to him, but look at this-”
With no other option, you go to class. At the end of it, Marius asked all the students to show him their drawings, and as expected, they were all in line fighting to see and interact with the youngest von Hagen first-hand.
It’s finally your turn to show your art, however, your excitement is no longer there, but you still put on your best smile in respect of Marius efforts to teach a bunch of noobies to draw something in only one class.
You briefly talk to Marius, he gives you a few suggestions to improve your art and after thanking him, you pack your stuff up to go home. While you are leaving Stellis University, you spot a few of your classmates chatting and approach them to ask their impressions about Marius and the reason why they decided to apply to his course.
Apparently, none of them was there because the fortune teller told them they would marry Marius. But, on the other hand, they told you that they recently saw an article in the most famous gossip magazine that a von Hagen expert affirmed that Marius wants to settle down for good, after years of being involved with several women.
The von Hagen youngest heir is no longer that young, but he still is the most eligible bachelor in Stellis. Some say that nowadays there are men at the age of 20 who are the new deal, but if those polls are indeed accurate, women still think that there is no one like 40-year-old Marius.
A week later, you are in his class, but, once more, there is no progress. It’s impossible to talk to Marius. You feel defeated and unable to come up with a plan B.
“I shouldn’t have trusted Ms. Lauren, but she hit the nail on the head when she specifically said who Amy was going to marry. I guess the seer just got lucky, although, at that time, Amy didn’t even know her now-future husband.”
“But you know what? I’ll talk to her again. Let’s see if she will have the courage to lie to me again after I tell her there are hundreds of women trying to seduce Marius.”
It’s still early, so you head to Ms. Lauren’s booth at Stellis Park for another appointment.
“Welcome, dear. It’s so nice to see you again. How is your friend Amy doing?”
“Thank you for having me. She is doing great. I suppose you know why I’m here, right?”
“Hehe, don’t tell me that you already gave up, sweety?”
“Did you read that article about Mr. von Hagen? Coincidentally, it was not long after I first came here.”
“I did not. What was it about?”
*sigh* “A supposedly von Hagen expert said he wants to get married for real."
"Oh, I see. Well, that's good news then! The cards don't lie."
"So you still believe he will be mine?”
“Of course, dear. I can see your souls are connected. But you seem dispirited. Be patient, okay?”
“Yeah…”
You left the appointment, but you’re still gloomy. You decide to buy an ice cream to cheer you up while you ponder on what to do from now on.
“I don’t think I should waste my time with Ms. Lauren. As I expected, she kept insisting I would marry a von Hagen. You know what? I’ll just focus on my art classes. It’s a lifetime opportunity for a Z fan like me.”
“Ohh… that’s actually an excellent idea. Focusing on your class, I mean.”
“Huh?”
You turn around to see Marius looking at you leaning on a nearby tree in the park.
“Shit… How much did you hear? Er… I mean… Nevermind. I… I better get going. I have to work tomorrow, so… Bye, Mr. von Hagen!”
You walk as fast as you can without looking back, but something tells you that he is making fun of you while you helplessly try to run away from him.
Outside the park, you finally stop for a moment to breathe properly. There is no sign of Marius nearby, so you finally allow yourself to relax leaning on a wall.
It’s a lovely sunny Saturday, the park is crowded, probably hundreds of people coming and going, but your mind is elsewhere. It seems that the more you try to approach Marius, the more bad luck you get.
In the end, you just feel frustrated that you wasted your money AGAIN to see the fortune teller, who basically said the same damn thing. And to make things worse, now your professor is aware that you are a terrible student who is only there to try to hook up with him.
A moment of clarity comes to your mind, and you realize that although you were now planning to just take his classes with no ulterior reason, Marius may expel you from his class as he already knows you are just wasting his time.
“Fuck… How did I manage to ruin everything so fast? I’m probably the worst stalker Stellis has ever seen.”
“ But- Wait! I can fix this. I KNOW! I’ll find him, apologize, and ask him to replace me with another student. I just took two classes so I’m sure he can find another person willing to join in the remaining classes, right? At least, there is a chance he won’t think I’m a gold digger.”
Resolute, you go back to where he saw you. Your ice cream melted at this point, but you just don’t care and eat all of it to give you the extra boost you need to face him again.
Finally, Lady Luck smiled on you. Marius is still there. It seems he is alone, so you take the chance to approach him before you change your mind.
“Ahem… Mr. von Hagen… Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Oh… I didn’t think you’d come back. Don’t tell me that you are here to ask me out…” says the bachelor with a teasing smile.
“No! I’m so sorry about that. I just came to apologize for earlier and also well…”
After explaining your situation…
“I see… I don’t need your apology though. You know, what? I know how you can make up for what you have done.”
“What?”
“As you claim to like Z so much, you’ll help my assistant Vincent to organize the following exhibition we're planning. Then we'll be even as you took a place from someone who might actually come to study.”
One week later, instead of going to your class, you head to the exhibition’s location to help Vincent. This is your last day working with Marius' assistant. Since Monday, you have been visiting the location after work to help with what you could.
You had more fun there than you imagined. Having a chance to see so many captivating paintings and sculptures is only for a privileged few.
“And that’s the last one. I think I’m done here, Vincent.”
“Thank you so much, lady. Master Marius will be pleased to see everything is ready for tonight.”
“I hope so, I don’t wanna get in trouble again hahaha.”
“Hehe, don’t worry, you did a terrific job. By the way, here is the ticket for tonight.”
“Huh?”
“What? Is something wrong?”
“I didn’t… I was not expecting this, Vincent.”
“Huh? But that’s just a thank-you gift for your hard work. I thought you liked Master’s work.”
“O-Of course I do! It’s just that… I’m sorry, Vincent. I really can’t accept it. I hope you understand.”
“But… *sigh* Okay, lady. If you change your mind please let me know. You can still enter tonight without a ticket.”
“Thanks. Well, it’s time for me to go. It was a pleasure working with you, Vincent. Good luck.”
“Likewise.”
You nod to Vincent apologetically because deep inside you know you will not attend the event. You mentally thank Vincent for being so understanding. You haven’t seen Marius since he offered you this position to work with them to organize the event. It turned out that Marius even paid you to work there, even though he didn’t need to.
You take the money to treat yourself in a restaurant of your liking to chill. You have this sense of accomplishment and relief that you can close this Marius chapter in your life and move on from that crazy idea you’d marry him.
The following days would have passed by smoothly if it wasn’t for Mr. von Hagen's regular presence watching you leave work. The first time you saw him, you just couldn’t believe it. You had to look twice to make sure you were not seeing things. He was certainly looking at you inside of his car. That unmistakable seductive smile that probably all women in Stellis have seen at least once on TV or in person.
So many theories crossed your mind of why he was doing that, but you tried your best to ignore his presence. He never approached or got out of his car. Vincent also didn’t text you to ask for anything, so you were clueless at this point.
You tried to ignore him for a week, but it got to a point that you could no longer pretend he was not there, so you finally decided to question the man.
“Good night, Mr. von Hagen, may I know what’s the matter?”
“Oh, good night. What a coincidence, huh? I was just passing by. Do you work here by chance?”, he says playfully as if it was not a straight-up lie.
“Yeah, what a coincidence indeed. I do work here. Do you have a meeting with someone from my work?”
“Not really. But as we are already here, why don’t you come on in so we can chat a bit?”
Sighing, you enter his car. Marius laughs as if he was enjoying this whole thing. Before you can ask again what’s his problem, he shows you the fortune teller’s business card.
“What? How did you get this card?!”
“I think you are asking the wrong question here, missy. You should ask me what I was doing that day at the park. I was expecting you to figure it out, but apparently, you are too polite to ask anything about my personal life.”
“Well… after what I did it would be awkward to ask you that.”
“If you were curious enough we could be in a totally different situation now, missy.”
*sigh* “It can’t be helped. I’ll have to tell you. I also got an appointment with Ms. Lauren that day.”
“WHATTTT?! For real?”
“Why are you surprised?”
“Er… I don’t know, you don’t see the type of person who would pay for a fortune teller’s service.”
“Hehe, maybe you are right. The thing is, I was kinda bored walking at the park a few months ago and decided to give it a try just to see what she would tell me about my future.”
“I asked her about my love life and she had the audacity to tell me I would finally get married and that my future wife was one of her client' friend. Just like you that day, I didn’t take that seriously, but deep inside I wished she was right.”
“Surprisingly, not long after I talked to her, I saw you around here chatting with your friend when I was driving home, and you caught my attention. Since then, I’ve been watching you closely. The more I observed you, the more interested I got, to the point I decided to invest in OUR future. So I’ve been trying to lure you as you were so dense.”
“Don’t tell me…”
“Hahaha, that’s right, missy. I paid the fortune teller to tell you what I wanted. That day you saw me at the park I was going to thank her as she indeed brought you to me.”
“I was a bit concerned though when she told me you were discouraged to stalk me when you heard about that interview I gave and that most women in our class were there because of that. At the time, I was very frustrated about my personal life, so I said that to mock the interviewer. I have always lied about my private life to those journalists, so it never occurred to me this would shy you away from me.”
“As a von Hagen, I love to be challenged and I love to be surprised as well. So when I found out you went to her booth, I was soo excited to see if you were going to make a move.”
Unable to process what you just heard, you get in shock for a moment. Seeing you were not reacting, Marius makes his move, kissing your lips with no hesitation. Open-eyed, you look at him in disbelief, trying to mumble something, but he just keeps going and going until you finally give in to his charms.
Almost out of breath, the two of you stop for a second. There is no hint of embarrassment on you or Marius' faces. It felt so right that there was no regret. On the contrary, your eyes lock with his, giving him the answer he needed. He goes for it again. But, this time, you’re ready to enjoy every second of it, letting him touch you as he pleases. All the chagrin, desperation and bashfulness you felt in the past few weeks finally paid off. Marius von Hagen will indeed be yours.
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Bracket H Round 1
Poll 30
Guy & Pat (@blushingdread) vs. Chester (@animsay28)
507. Guy & Pat (@blushingdread)
He/They - She/Her
Patricia Bee Lane is a girlie who got kidnapped, transported to a underground lab and immediately decided to break open the container labeled "Danger Do Not Release" bc she's young and wayyy too trusting. Luckily for her the person inside immediately decided she needed to be protected and took it upon themselves to start parenting her. Guy is the experimental amalgamation of multiple people and all of them saw this young girl who ran away because her parents were transphobic and thought "is anyone gonna parent that?" and didn't wait for an answer. Pat is Guy's sunshine child and anyone who attempts to kill her is going to be either eaten alive or a splatter on the wall (with!! Pat's eyes covered!! There is no need to scar her!!) Guy didn't have a name when he was first released and let Pat name him, Pat being a young child immediately named him Guy. Guy loves his silly daughter and would do anything for her. They are from a story that's horror based but not dark, so Pat runs around trying to befriend everything and Guy is aggressively keeping her alive. Guy tries their best to make sure that Pat is safe and comfortable while they're trying to survive and avoid being murdered to death because they are a good dad.
Please vote for number 1 horror creature dad and his daughter who keeps trying to befriend the horrors, they are doing their best
Guy has dark grey skin, multiple eyes (many small ones on the right, one large one on the left), a shoulder mouth, a face mouth, and a very cute smile! (He's technically a kinda scary looking character, I hope that's ok) Pat is a young black girl who keeps her hair wrapped and always has a bright smile!! She mostly wears a overall dress!
508. Chester (@animsay28)
He/him
Chester is an alien who also happens to be a mad scientist. He’s a pretty silly guy who loves talking about his work, but also has major mood changes and can suddenly switch from joyful to menacing. He’s also very clingy and loves touch, but always scares people away with his creepy vibes and no understanding of personal space.
Chester does not enjoy being made fun of or being called crazy. He’s very proud of his title as a scientist even though his practices are less than ethical and that he does not even own a doctor title. Chester has been working with a bunch of different superheroes and supervillains in the past and is quite capable of creating a strategy to bring a being down that might be more powerful than him. However, he recently had a shift in interests and is now researching the bond between author and character. Meaning he’s looking for people like you, dear reader. Don’t worry, he assures his subjects that they will all honored in the name of science. So, if you look for someone to finance your funeral: He will probably do it if you helped him out before.
Oh, why he should win? Because he’s my silly madman and part of my 4th wall breaking characters. Give him a chance!!
Chester can always be seen wearing futuristic clothes, most common a grey robe with orange markings and shoulder pads. Arms and legs are covered with tools, mostly having the color purple, dark blue and orange. The scientist always wears gloves whose palms are capable of creating heat that’s strong enough to melt metal. Most people recognize him by the sound of his footsteps from his metallic boots or the dark blue helmet with yellow visual he wears 24/7.
Because of his different anatomy, Chester can also sometimes be seen bending joints and bones in a way that should not be humanly possible.
No one knows how he really looks behind the helmet. Chester is also not allowed to remove the helmet in the presence of others since the appearance of his face causes people around him to experience extreme uncomfortness which can rise up to extreme fear, unconsciousness and lasting insomnia.
No one can describe Chester’s face as ones gaze always seems to unfocus as soon as you look at it.
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for the write poll tag game, won by the roy kent wip (dear god what have i done)
this fic was born out of me knowing jack shit about football, so watching ted lasso was an experience. but also roy kent <33 and i thought of playing a little bit on that (transl. i was being self-indulgent)
i've never written for him before so the characterization feels a bit off, and it is a wip in its very early stages, coming directly from my notes app so be kind please. also i'm not 100% sure i counted the votes right (i failed maths three times let me be)
“no! i mean—i didn't mean you, i'm sorry,” she said, alarmed, then pinched the bridge of her nose. “i wasn't calling you an asshole. i was calling him an asshole—sorry.” “you said that already,” he mused, and watched her press her lips together in a harsh line, as if keeping the next 'sorry' trapped between her teeth.
“that was a first date? jesus.” “charming, right?”
“ah, shit. love's gonna kill me.” “what?” “uh, nothing. well—my friend lent me this dress,” he looked at her, still puzzled. “her name's love. she actually set this up, thought it'd be funny if i could say 'love brought us together'.”
“good. well, it was nice meeting you, but i'm exhausted—i'll see you tomorrow,” she pointed in roy’s direction, a mock warning tone. “sure,” he sighed. “bye, keely.” as she walked away, roy saw her turn around and, from behind the woman's shoulder, give him two thumbs up and a wide grin. he scoffed.
“so, where are you from?” “well, huh, not here.” “are you fucking with me?” “sorry,” she laughed this time, leaning a little bit closer with the ripple of it. “it's just—i don't know- it's stupid. i'm always extra cautious during first dates with what i say about me,” her eyes widened then, quickly glancing at him. “not that—i mean this isn't—fucking hell.” “it could be,” he shrugged.
“well, i better get—” “can i get your number?” roy asked, hands stuffed in his pockets. she was already turning away from him with a smile, and stopped mid-step. “i thought i'd ask.”
“roy kent? like the footballer?” she asked, looking at her phone screen. “i—sure. that.” he chuckled, and a pout took over her lips. “why are you laughing? is that not his name?” “no, no, you're right. just—didn't realize how much you're not from here.”
good, he typed. and then: do you want to go on an actual date? - depends. know any decent place with actually very good food? that is very specific. - i don't like fancy places, but i do enjoy a good meal alright then. i can cook for you. - oh, so you're a serial killer and i'm your next victim you asked for a good meal. - you own a restaurant? no, but i own a house. - see? serial killer. inviting me to your place on the first date. technically second. he hurried to add the next text. would you prefer yours? - god no, this place won't fit both of us, let alone the good meal you're promising roy let his fingers hover over the screen as the three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared. - alright then. but i will send love your address in case she doesn't hear from me after a couple of days now i know my time limit to make your body disappear. - dang it. a pause. oh, well. i'll take that risk.
“i don’t know the first thing about football, never learned.” “but you know roy kent?” “are you kidding me? you can’t take a walk without hearing that chant—real catchy, actually.”
“you enjoyed me making a complete ass of myself, didn't you?” “no, actually. it was nice to be just roy.”
“i never know when women are attracted to me because of me or because i'm me.” “who said anything about attraction?” she scoffed in mock offence, turning her head towards the other side. roy shifted closer, his chin pressing onto her shoulder. “your clothes are scattered around my living room,” he murmured, and saw at the corner of his eye her mouth split in a bashful grin. “i’m willing to bet you don't find me utterly repulsing.”
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POLL RESULT—! > Work on the canvas.
Destroying it would be far too cruel in their eyes, and it would simply take ages if they tried to rework it again, so in their mind... They'll simply work on the canvas and see how it goes.
Carrying the canvas, easel and paints back down the attic (they were not working there, as tempting as it is to put it away right after), they prepped up the equipment and grabbed the paintbrushes to be able to begin painting.
The portrait was nothing special, as it was simply a sketch of a person and flowers that they found to be fitting. It was still in needs of coloring and blotting, so they were thinking about working on it today.
As they managed to set everything up to begin painting, they heard a knock on their door.
...
Strange. They weren't expecting someone to visit their shop when it's closed for lunch break.
Walking towards the door, they opened it, seeing a familiar face.
"Hey, darling~" ALICE greeted with a smile, "I'm sorry for the sudden visit. I've heard that you weren't feeling well yesterday by DILUC, so I wanted to check in."
"Oh! Did he? That's... Really kind of him," they replied, pulling the door further open, "That aside, would you like to come in? It'd be rude for me to keep you out."
"Gladly," the blonde lady answered, heading inside to hang her bag. Stretching her arms, she let out a satisfied grunt, the scent of flora and paints getting to her nose.
"Mm... It's a first for me to come by, but goodness! Your place smells quite nice with the flowers you chose, little one."
YESTERDAY blinked, though it wasn't long until they laughed and looked away out of embarrassment.
"Oh, ah... thank you," they muttered, "I... Well, I did my best to choose the flowers that won't have overpowering scents."
...
Wait. The canvas—
Hit with a ton of bricks due to their carelessness, they looked over at the canvas, and simply paled when they saw that she was looking directly at the portrait they were working on.
Oh, no.
"P-Please don't look at that!" they exclaimed, running over to take it so as to cover it, but it only made ALICE look over in confusion. Tilting her head, she raised an eyebrow and frowned in concern.
"Why not? It doesn't seem that bad, darling," she reassured them, but she saw them shake their head, almost like they were humiliated. And perhaps they were, since it was clearly not even close to being finished.
"Dear, I've seen worse. Yours is still in one of the earliest stages, and—"
...
Then, the realization hits like bricks.
...
"... Ah. You must be starting out, are you?"
...
Ashamed, YESTERDAY can only nod.
"... I see," she murmured, sighing exasperatedly. "That explains why you're so ashamed."
Hearing her approach them, they tensed up, but relaxed when they felt ALICE pat them on the head.
"Tell you what, darling— I teach you how to paint. In exchange, you tell me what you were trying to portray. It shouldn't be hard for you to tell me what it is, right?"
... It shouldn't. This is someone they weren't uncomfortable with.
Raising their head, YESTERDAY had... An answer. A reluctant one, but an answer nonetheless.
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I can totally see Iceman as an FBI agent. This is an excellent casting.
“I carry just what I need in it,” you replied
Girl, same.
“What is up with you?” You demanded, hands on your hips. “You love things like this! You’re the one person I know who gets more excited about this shit than I do, and you’re over here looking like someone just told you they were planning on kidnapping me. You did the same thing yesterday!”
You go, girl 🤩
Bob? This is karma. You shall reap what you sow… 😌😉
“I’m sorry, y/n,” he sighed. “The shells are great, really. I guess I just have a lot on my mind with the murders and all that.”
It could’ve been a good apology, maybe even a great one, but then he had to go and make her feel guilty for reacting to his own weird and suspicious behavior. I’m rating Bob’s apology a 3/10 on the basis that he might have been worried about the serial killer…
Wait! STOP THE PRESSES… rewind… ⏪
“So he and that other guy are here because of this serial killer no one told me about?” Bob asked her, eyebrow raised.
🤨
BOB! Robert Floyd!! I was giving you the benefit of the doubt and you do this to me? How could you?!! You’re a lying snake who can’t have had “a lot on his mind” because this serial killer business was supposedly fresh news to you! Liar! 🐍 🤬
I’m on the verge of canceling Bob right now, NGL. He’s dancing on my last nerve with the manipulation. Yes, I know that he has his reasons but this lying and acting sus isn’t doing him any favors in my eyes.
Bob’s polls are already in the cellar and they’re dropping lower by the minute. 📉
I digress… now where was I?
Okay, the dialogue at the end of this scene was fire. “Semantics” is such a great word. We really don’t use it enough.
Also, is Bob the killer?! Because that would explain why he claimed to “have a lot on his mind.” The only issue is that he seems to have been occupied all day and I’m not seeing a window of opportunity for him to commit the crime.
You spotted a familiar, little shop and began walking towards it.
This is so satisfying to me. It also seems to prove my initial theory about the main character being bold and proactive correct. Go get some answers, my friend! Clearly Bob isn’t going to be the one to tell you what’s up. 😑
“The…algae?” She asked. You nodded, and she threw her head back in a fit of laughter.
I like this lady, because she’s rooted in reality. Algae stuck in a wound? Eeehhh… cap 🧢
“Have you found any interesting seashells along the beach since I last saw you?”
Okay. This woman knows more than a little something about the mermaids 🧜♀️
“The current, you say?” She said, barely hiding her amusement. You nodded self consciously, and the old woman shook her head with a chuckle.
I’m right there with you, Mrs. C 🤭
Also, I’m glad that our main character is starting to pick up on the under currents and figure things out a little. I have (some) hope for her yet.
“Seems to me like you’ve caught the eye of a sea person, my dear.”
Yay!!😁
Way to go Mrs. C! Thank you, thank you, thank you for dropping your knowledge on our girl. I’m not sure how well it will be received, but I’m grateful to you for trying and for being honest. (Something Bob has proven himself incapable of doing… *hiss*)
“I’m surprised no one’s told you yet,”
I love her! 😍 I genuinely love this woman. Skipper should kick Bob to the curb and become besties with Mrs. C.
And what’s an intention bite? Is it like an engagement? Uh-oh. 🫨😳
I don’t think Skipper consented to that… 🫣
Jake! You’ve got some splainin’ to do!
“Oh, but it is, dear child,” she smiled, no hint of malice to it, just understanding. “I’m not sure why no one is telling you the truth.”
She doesn’t know the truth because Bob is a liar who somehow thought he could just brush it under the rug that two of his friends are mermen. He’s an idiot. A certifiable idiot!
Choice is such an important piece of the courting ritual, after all.
That’s a relief to hear.
How can you make an informed decision without all of the pieces?
Preach, Mrs. C! 🥳
I’m so happy that Skipper is asking questions. I don’t know if she’ll buy it just yet, but I’m very glad she’s gathering some more information. It proves that she’s open minded and that’s a good sign. And I’m glad that my questions about the lore are being quickly addressed- that’s very satisfying.
Or maybe it was because a part of you, one that you were trying your best not to acknowledge in that moment, believed her.
I think she’s intuitively aware of what’s going on, and why Bob and the others are acting so weird, but she’s not quite at acceptance yet. I like that. The pacing of her awareness and the peeling back of layers feels very realistic to the way that a typical person would process shocking information.
I think the two of you are really cute, and I don’t think the others have figured it out yet. I just see the way you two look at each other when you think no one else is.
Cha-Ching! Skipper is intuitive, I called it again! I love it when I can figure out how a character is going to behave and get a sense of how they interact with their environment. It goes to show that Skipper’s characterization is fantastic!
Awesome! 👏🏻 Cyclone has made an appearance! I like this casting, too. He definitely fits with the persona of an FBI agent, just like Iceman does. The institutional, conservative, strait-laced image that both characters had in the movie combines with those same qualities in the FBI and the alternative universe of them as government agents dove-tails perfectly into this story.
That slip of the tongue by Cyclone! Who’s more embarrassed, Agent Simpson or Nat? 😂😭
Why had Tom asked Nat about who the lucky man was when he was looking at your neck? Why did he keep starting at it at all? What had he meant by not having to worry?
I’m enjoying the fact that reality is slowly dawning on Skipper. The interactions with her and Mrs. C, then the incident with Tom did a great job of showing the conflict and building up towards a revelation.
This story has great pacing!
Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Four
Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Four
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader
Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.
Trigger warnings: Language, talk of courting and mating, FBI, mentions of murder. Think that’s it.
Word Count: 3.87k
A/N: Here is Chapter Four! A whole lot of setting up what's to come, I think, but hopefully y'all still like it! If you're feeling kind/generous, please consider buying me a ko-fi! Also, if you DO NOT fill out the form below (Tag List) then you will not be tagged! I will be referring to that Google form from now on! As always, reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated! Asks/requests are always open! 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I also post my updates!
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“Are you still feeling alright, honey?” Susan asked you, checking you over. You gave her a small smile as she gave you a once over. Her green scrubs contrasted against her blonde hair, and the wrinkles around her eyes were more pronounced as she frowned at you worriedly. “You’re still taking it easy, right? Remember what Dr. Carson said when he checked you out the other day.”
“I’m fine, Susan. I promise,” you reassured the older nurse. She studied you for a second longer before turning to fix her coffee.
“You know, it’s a real shame about that Morris girl,” she continued. “She was always such a sweet girl. Wasn’t she in your class, Bobby?”
“No, she was a year ahead with Reuben, Nat, and Jake,” he muttered through a mouthful of Cheerios.
“That’s right,” she nodded.
Bob swallowed his mouthful and peered up at his mother. “Are you going to tell us what’s been going on?”
“You know,” she sighed exasperatedly, “I could have sworn I had told you. Or at least I would have if you bothered to answer your phone every once in a while.”
“You could tell me now?” Bob said sarcastically. Susan glared over at him.
“Tone, mister,” she warned before letting out another sigh and leaning against the kitchen counter. “I suppose it’s been a little over two months now since they found the first body. Everyone thought it was just an accident since it looked like a drowning. But then a couple of weeks later another body washed up, and then another one a couple weeks after that. They were all young women about the same age, and they all appeared to have drowned. Maverick was worried that there was a serial killer on the loose, so he called in a favor to Tom. You remember Tom, don’t you, sweetie?”
“Yeah, I remember Mr. Kazansky, Mom,” Bob nodded. “He was only the my baseball coach for most of middle school and high school.”
“Such a sweet man,” Susan nodded with a small smile towards you. “We were all sad to see him leave, but when the FBI offers you a job, what person in their right mind says no?”
“So he and that other guy are here because of this serial killer no one told me about?” Bob asked her, eyebrow raised.
Susan scowled at him, but let out a sigh. “Tom and his partner, Agent Simpson, got here about two weeks ago when the last body was found. I was talking to Tom the other day, actually, and he told me that there were signs of a struggle, which is why they got called in.”
“Should he be telling you that?” Bob frowned. She shrugged, sipping from her coffee mug.
“I think they’re holding a press conference today to discuss everything. He wouldn’t have told me if they weren’t already planning on telling everyone, I’m sure.”
“A serial killer,” you hummed, frowning. “That’s really scary, actually.”
“It is,” she agreed, eyeing you. “Which is why I want you to promise me that you won’t go off on your own at night, alright? You should be fine during the day time, especially with the summer crowds, but I want you to make sure you have somebody with you after the sun goes down.”
“I will, Susan,” you smiled.
Bob peered over at you from over his own coffee mug. “I promised Dad that I’d take the boat out with him today. I don’t suppose you wanted to tag along?”
“No,” you told him, shaking your head. “Nat actually texted me last night and asked me if I wanted to go and hang out at the boardwalk today, and I told her that I did. You’ll be okay without me, yeah?”
“‘Course,” he snorted, moving to take his dishes to the sink. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve ditched me for other friends.”
“If you’re talking about that time in sophomore year when I went with Abby and Rachel to the football game after you insisted that you would be a fourth wheel even though we all told you that you wouldn’t be, then this is not the same situation at all.”
“I beg to differ,” he laughed, heading for the back door.
“You can beg all you want, but it’s the truth,” you giggled. “Oh, wait!”
You got up from your own chair, moving to follow him.
“I think I left my bag on the boat last night,” you told him. “I’m going to grab it before I head out.”
The two of you walked down the stone path until you reached the small strip of sand that led out onto the dock.
“You know I’m not ditching you, right?” You asked him, suddenly worried that your best friend really did think you were trying to leave him behind. Bob snorted and looked over at you with a quirk of his brow.
“Of course I don’t,” he said, making a beeline for the boat that bobbed up and down with the waves. “I don’t expect you to tag along with me everywhere. I’m actually really happy that you and the gang are getting along so well.”
“Okay,” you trailed off. “Good. Because I really like hanging out with them.”
Bob chuckled as he stepped onto the boat, turning to face you. “I know. Stay right there and I’ll grab your bag, yeah?”
You nodded, turning to watch the waves as he disappeared towards the back of the boat. You glanced down when a shine of light danced in the corner of your eye. Sitting on the wood of the dock was a collection of more shells and pearls, and you immediately crouched down to take a better look at them. A couple of sand dollars were added into the mix this time and even more pearls of various shapes, sizes, and colors were mixed in with the lot. You picked each one up gently, inspecting them. Your favorite was the beautiful black pearl that rested in the center of the grouping. The oily colors on its surface danced as you inspected it, and you felt your skin prickle in delight.
Your gaze shifted to the breathtaking conch shell that rested near the edge, and you gingerly lifted it up to get a better look at it. It truly was a marvelous sight. One of the best specimens you had ever had the privilege of seeing.
“How much crap do you carry in this thing?”
You whirled around to see Bob grimacing as he made his way towards you with your simple hobo bag.
“I carry just what I need in it,” you replied to him, reaching an arm out to take the bag.
“What are you doing crouched over here?” Bob asked you, brow furrowing as he handed it off to you. He stopped short when he saw the collection of ocean treasures at your feet. He inspected them before moving his eyes up to meet yours.
“Look at these!” You grinned, gesturing down at them. “These are more spectacular than the last bunch! Have you ever seen such amazing specimens? And these pearls!”
“Yeah,” Bob said uneasily, eyes shifting to look out at the water. “They’re pretty great.”
You stood up suddenly, turning to fix him with a small glare.
“What is up with you?” You demanded, hands on your hips. “You love things like this! You’re the one person I know who gets more excited about this shit than I do, and you’re over here looking like someone just told you they were planning on kidnapping me. You did the same thing yesterday!”
Bob’s eyes widened at your outburst before melting into a sheepish expression as he looked away. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck before letting out a sigh, looking back at you with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, y/n,” he sighed. “The shells are great, really. I guess I just have a lot on my mind with the murders and all that.”
You felt a wave of guilt wash over you, replacing the annoyance. Your hands moved to pull him into a hug, one he returned.
“Nothing is going to happen to me, okay?” You told him, squeezing him tight. “I’ll be extra careful to not be by myself at night, so you don’t have to worry about me, yeah?”
Bob didn’t say anything for a moment. He pulled back to look at you, a fond smile on his face as he regarded you.
“I’m always going to worry about you, you know,” he smirked, something serious behind his eyes despite the teasing tone he used. “You’re like the little sister I never had.”
“Bob,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m literally three months older than you.”
He grinned at that.
“Semantics.”
The street was busy as people walked back and forth along the boardwalk, taking in the different rides and stalls as the excitement for summer festival began to grow. Several decorations littered the pathways, all of various sea creatures and more than a few mermaids. You watched the different families, friends, and couples run around to the different events, and you let out a sigh as you checked your phone once again.
Sorry, Skip! Mom needed help with some things at the shop so I’m running late. Give me half an hour!
That had been thirty-five minutes ago, and you hadn’t heard anything. Sighing, you wiped the sweat from your brow, deciding to take a break from the overwhelming heat. You spotted a familiar, little shop and began walking towards it.
The bell above the door rang out as you stepped inside, letting out a breath of relief as the cool air washed over you. The shop hadn’t changed much in the days since you had last been in. There were new novelty items scattered about, but for the most part, Mrs. Cambroni’s shop was still quaint and cheesy.
The old woman appeared from the backroom, giving you a warm smile as she gave you a once over. Her eyes landed on your neck, an eyebrow quirking as she took in the raised skin that still shone in the light.
“My, my, dear,” she hummed, leaning against the counter. “What happened there?”
“Oh this?” You asked, resting your hand over the mark. You suppressed a shiver as a oddly pleasant feeling washed over you. “I had a bit of an accident the other day. I fell of a boat and washed up on shore.”
“Oh, how terrible!”
“Yeah, but I’m okay!” You chirped. “The doctor checked me out and said I was fine, just a little bruised. Said I was really lucky that nothing worse happened.”
“I’m sure you were,” she murmured, eyes still locked on your neck.
“But I guess I must have hit my neck pretty good on some rocks because the bump hasn’t gone away and the algae practically looks like it’s a part of my skin now,” you joked. Mrs. Cambroni blinked at you.
“The…algae?” She asked. You nodded, and she threw her head back in a fit of laughter. You stared at her in confusion until she calmed down, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.
“I’m sorry, dear. I don’t mean to laugh,” she said through bouts of giggles. “What brings you by my little shop?”
“Oh!” You cried, moving closer to the counter. “Nothing really, I was just waiting for a friend, but she’s running late. So, I thought I’d pop back in and say hi after I got dragged out of here the other day.”
Mrs. Cambroni gave another hum, a knowing look on her face. She took a sip from the cup of tea she held in her hands.
“Have you found any interesting seashells along the beach since I last saw you?”
“Actually, yes!” You smiled, digging through your bag to pull out the collection you were beginning to compile. “I found these over the last couple of days. It’s strange though, none of these were on the beach. I found a pile of them on our boat and then another pile on the dock this morning. My friend said it must have been the current-”
Mrs. Cambroni’s eyes widened as she coughed up her tea, nearly choking on it as she fought to regain control over her breathing. You reached out a hand to soothe her, and she gave you a grateful smile.
“The current, you say?” She said, barely hiding her amusement. You nodded self consciously, and the old woman shook her head with a chuckle.
“Seems to me like you’ve caught the eye of a sea person, my dear.”
Now it was your turn for your eyes to widen. “What?”
“I’m surprised no one’s told you yet,” she mused, setting her cup down and examining the shells and pearls. “It’s part of the courting rituals for their kind, after all. Just like that intention bite on your neck.”
Your blood ran cold, recalling how your first reaction to the raised skin was that it looked like a bite mark.
“But it’s not-”
“Oh, but it is, dear child,” she smiled, no hint of malice to it, just understanding. “I’m not sure why no one is telling you the truth. Perhaps it’s because you aren’t a local, and they don’t know if you can be fully trusted yet. Or perhaps it’s because you were chosen in a moment of frenzy. Choice is such an important piece of the courting ritual, after all.”
“Is that why you’re telling me all of this?” You asked her, brow quirked. “Because you think I should have a choice?”
“Precisely. How can you make an informed decision without all of the pieces?”
“Alright, then,” You started, deciding to amuse the woman before you, “what is it you can tell me?”
“What is it you want to know?”
“Tell me more about the courting rituals. What are they? What does it entail?”
“Well,” she smiled, “that certainly is an interesting first question. It’s simple really. It starts with the bite mark on your neck. What you have right now is called an intention bite. This bite is to let other sea people know that you have been marked as the intended mate for someone. As long as that bite remains on your neck, every sea person who lays eyes on it will know that you are spoken for. If that wasn’t enough of a hint, it changes your scent as well.”
“Are you saying that I smell different?”
“Oh, yes,” she nodded. “But not in an unpleasant way, dear. And as long as that’s the only bite mark that remains on your neck, it’ll fade after a few months along with it. The intention mark is only meant to be a placeholder for the permanent mark.”
“And what is that?” You asked her. Mrs. Cambroni turned her serious gaze to your face.
“That would be the mating mark.”
“And what does that one do?” You murmured, voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure why you were entertaining this conversation, to be honest. Maybe it was your longstanding fascination with mermaids that kept you rooted there, listening intently. Or maybe it was because a part of you, one that you were trying your best not to acknowledge in that moment, believed her.
Before Mrs. Cambroni could respond, the bell above the door chimed again, and you both turned to see Nat red faced and out of breath as she looked at you.
“There you are!” She smiled, relaxing as she let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
“Sorry!” You exclaimed, gathering your seashells and giving Mrs. Cambroni an apologetic smile. “I was getting really hot and I thought I’d stop in here for a few minutes.”
“No, I’m sorry,” Nat said, watching the older woman with a suspicious frown. “I lost track of the time after I texted you.”
You waved to the shop owner as you followed Nat out the door, the sun bathing you in its warm rays. You peered over at your friend, a mischievous smirk on your face as your eyes lowered to her neck.
“Wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that huge hickey on your neck, right?”
Nat’s hand flew up to her neck, cheeks flushing as she tried to splutter out an excuse.
“So,” you chirped as your friend continued to recover her speech. “Which of the boys is it?”
“What makes you so sure it was one of them?” She muttered, the red on her cheeks growing more pronounced.
You ignored her. “My money is on Javy.”
“How did you know?” She shrieked, earning a couple of stares from passersby. You laughed at her expression.
“I didn’t until just now.”
Nat let out a long groan, hiding her face in her hands. You rested a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you said. “I think the two of you are really cute, and I don’t think the others have figured it out yet. I just see the way you two look at each other when you think no one else is. I wish someone would look at me like that.”
Natasha peeked out from behind her fingers, an oddly thoughtful look on her face as she studied you. Before you could ask, she was straightening up, a smile replacing her embarrassment.
“Do you think you could hold off on saying anything?” She asked you. You nodded, holding out your pinky to her. She wrapped her own around it, and the two of you shook on it.
“Scout’s honor, Nat!”
“Good!” She giggled, peering around the boardwalk. “What do you want to hit first?”
After Nat convinced you to take a ride on the tilt-o-whirl, you were sure you’d never walk straight again. You groaned as you fought to stay upright, nearly crashing into a man as you passed him. Your shoulder bumped his, and you turned around to look at him.
“I am so sorry!” You cried, hands reaching out to steady him, but stopping when you noticed that he was just fine. And staring at you. You gave him a sheepish smile, but the look on his face remained impassive. If the world wasn’t still spinning around you, you might have said that the green in his eyes glowed in the summer light. Natasha laughed beside you, throwing out another apology to the man as she dragged you off.
“Never again, Nat,” you said, suddenly feeling nauseous.
“I’m surprised you managed to make it without hurling!” She cackled, leaning you against the wood railing so you could catch your breath.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” you muttered, leaning over the side.
“Natasha!”
The both of you turned to see the weathered face of the FBI agent and his partner strolling up to you.
“Oh! Hey, Mr. Kazansky!” She called out with a wave. You turned to face them just as they stopped in front of you.
“C’mon now, Nat. It’s Tom, you know that,” the older man chuckled, eyes moving to you. “And who is this?”
“Y/n,” you introduced yourself, reaching out a hand to shake his. “But everyone just calls me Skipper these days.”
“Ah! You must be the young lady Susan was telling me about the other day,” Tom smiled. “It’s good to finally put a face to a name. This is my partner, Agent Beau Simpson.”
“A pleasure,” the other man said as he shook both of your hands.
“So are you two enjoying the festival so far?” Tom asked, smile still on his face. “This small town isn’t too boring for you, is it, Skipper?”
“Not at all!” You assured him, shaking your head. “I think it’s quite a charming little place! And everyone has been so nice since I got here.”
“That’s good to hear,” he chuckled, eyes falling to your neck. “Where’s the lucky boy?”
You gave him a confused look, and Nat cleared her throat, stepping up.
“It’s so embarrassing,” she started, giving Tom a pointed look. “Javy and I have been seeing each other on the sly for a while now, and I didn’t even think he left a mark. I’ll have to tell him to be more careful next time.”
Tom glanced between the two of you, understanding dawning on his face. He gave another smile.
“Young love is such a wonderful thing, don’t you agree Beau?” He asked his partner, who just smiled in agreement. “Don’t keep it a secret for too long, Nat.”
“Of course,” she smiled.
“You two are being careful, aren’t you?” Asked Agent Simpson. Nat’s face could have been mistaken for a tomato from how hard she was blushing. Agent Simpson seemed to have realized what he said and a blush of his own crept onto his face.
“With the murders, I mean,” he explained quickly. Tom let out a chuckle as Nat cleared her throat. “We just got done giving a press conference. No curfew yet, but we’re advising young ladies to not be out at night on their own until we can find whoever is doing this.”
“Oh, of course!” You said, nodding your head in understanding. “We’re being careful! It’s such a shame what happened.”
“You two were there, weren’t you?” Tom asked.
“Yeah, we were,” you trailed off, feeling the nausea return at the memory of the girl’s body as it lay in the sand. You suppressed a shudder. “It was awful.”
“It was,” Beau agreed, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Which is why we don’t want to see anything happen to anyone else.”
“You don’t have to worry about us,” Nat said, a determined smile on her face as she looked at the two older men. Tom chuckled, eyes moving from her to you, still studying the mark on your neck.
“No,” he said finally. “I don’t suppose we will.”
You couldn’t help but think back to your conversation with Mrs. Cambroni.
As long as that bite remains on your neck, every sea person who lays eyes on it will know that you are spoken for.
“Well,” Tom started, eyes looking over your shoulder now, “you two ladies have fun! We won’t keep you any longer.”
He made to move, and Agent Simpson made to follow after him. The dark haired man stopped just after he passed you.
“Oh,” he said, “And don’t hesitate to let us know if you see anything suspicious, yeah?”
“We will!” Nat called after him as she started dragging you in the opposite direction. The whole exchange felt weird to you. Why had Tom asked Nat about who the lucky man was when he was looking at your neck? Why did he keep starting at it at all? What had he meant by not having to worry?
You took a deep breath, deciding that you were overthinking the matter and that Mrs. Cambroni’s stories had just gotten in your head. But even as you had made your mind up to ignore your questions, you couldn’t help but feel a pulse come from the base of your neck as if it were begging you to keep questioning.
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Strawberry Dress CC!Eret
Summary: STRAWBERRY DRESS!
Genre: Fluff
Pronouns: He/Him
Eret was wearing the dress. The strawberry dress that he had been practically begged to wear by his fans. Sure, Y/N wouldn't technically wear it and he didn't think his boyfriend typically would to, but Alistair said that it was to deliver the message "Fuck Gender Roles." Y/N had taken his boyfriend to pick up all the P.O. stuff for the rest of the stream, including a Pumpkin. For no reason.
The next day, Y/N moved all the P.O. boxes into Alistair's streaming room and shut the door behind.
Together he and Alistair's other roommates sat down on the couch and opened up Eret's stream just in time.
"Ok, so Mxmtoon is the one who convinced me like, I saw her post, I saw a whole bunch of other people getting it. I was like 'okay, I gotta get it.' I sent a sneak peak to Mxmtoon and I also showed my boyfriend, who might come on later, and they both said I looked great, so I hope you guys think I look great."
Y/N shouted to Eret's room, "If they don't think you look great, then they will face the wrath of me." and he heard a faint echo on the TV.
Eret let out a nervous chuckle and then continued to talk, "So I'm debating whether to put it on now or whether I open these boxes," he indicated to the P.O. box mail that Y/N had helped him carry home, "And put it on after that. I know everyone wants me to do the dress. Let's do a poll, let's do a poll. Let's do a quick poll, right?"
Five minutes passed and a lot of votes were in.
"Oh my God! Okay, everyone is saying now, everyone is saying now. There's 11 thousand votes for now! Not only am I going to be wearing just the strawberry dress, right? I've decided that I'm also going to be doing it with these boots that were sent to my P.O. box a couple of weeks ago. Five inch heels."
"He's going to be so tall!" muttered one of the roommates.
"He didn't even tell me he was wearing them," Y/n said and the three of them had a laugh. Not loud enough that chat could hear, but loud-ish.
"...because," Eret continued, "I think that's going to be absolutely hilarious right? I think it'll look pretty good, don't you think?"
He continued to randomly chat as the votes for now continued to rise.
"TWENTY THOUSAND VOTES FOR NOW? I'm going to need to get dressed, somewhere off the side of the screen. You guys don't want to see me in my underwear. Because I will get banned off Twitch."
Y/N felt his phone ding beside him and turned to see who it was...
He walked just outside Eret's room and waited for the next text. He heard Eret talking to his chat.
"I'm going to look fucking amazing in a little bit. I don't know how to put on a dress, in case you hadn't noticed. I generally don't wear dresses." He laughed a little. "The most advanced my clothing gets is t-shirts and jeans, except one time when I met Y/N's parents and I wore a suit and tie, but I hated that. This is what I wear all the fucking time. So, Y/N will come for entertainment and to help me into this dress, but I will also set something up for you in the background to look at, while I get dressed."
He sent the text to Y/N and he walked in...
"Hey Chat. Just out of curiosity, why am I here? I'm exactly the same as you. I don't wear dresses. My clothing advancements are more caveman than you."
"Alright, can you grab Ted, and I'll grab some heels to put him in." Y/N stifled a chuckle as he grabbed the bear.
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"Ted's looking kinda good, not gonna lie, then there's you struggling in a dress."
"You were supposed to come in to help me, not mock me!"
"I don't know how to put on a dress, cause like you, I generally don't wear dresses."
"I don't want to break thi- this dress cost me five hundred and fifty dollars by the way!"
"So... we're not eating for the rest of the month??"
"There is soo much glitter! ALL OVER MY ENTIRE ROOM!"
"I would like to eat."
Eret continued to ignore Y/N.
"You guys ready, for the grand reveal?"
"I don't think they are..."
He continued to laugh, Y/N could tell that he was slightly nervous, so he gave Eret a reassuring smile. He smiled back.
"My heart rate is beating a little bit fast. I'm going to be entirely honest. I am a bit nervous!"
He walked on.
"Insert holy bible music!" Y/N laughed.
"I'm fucking killing it dude. I think I'm fucking killing it dude."
"Yep. The bicon is killing it. Can we get #eretdress trending please? Hey, Eret, spin around."
"Spin around? Just like, whoooo! Hehe."
He then walked closer to the camera and spoke to his chat.
"The message here, is Fuck Gender Roles dude! Anyone can wear a dress."
"I'm not wearing a dress," Y/N decides to chime in and Eret chuckles.
"...and whatever the fuck they want. Look at these boots. Five inch heels. I pull them off well."
"You can't get me into Five inch heels."
"This dress cost me five hundred and fifty dollars. This dress, and I'm probably not going to wear it that much."
"Please, dear god, please Eret, wear it the next time we see my parents!"
"But, I'm doing it for you guys, I'm doing it for a sub goal."
Time skip...
"Pose?" Y/N was getting a bit tired. He had no idea how long this stream was going to last, and Eret still had to do a bunch of P.O. box openings.
"Let's do some more poses. What are some more poses? In case you haven't noticed, I am not a model."
"But you are as handsome as one."
"Whoo!"
"Cue the old camera clicking."
"I got to be careful, because if I kick towards the camera, you're going to see up the fucking dress. That's something I've never had to worry about before. Ever!"
"Eret, you're the monarch of bisexuals put on the crown!"
"Let's put on the crown."
"Look at this, I'm vibing. The vibes are immaculate. Let's do another spin, let's do another spin."
For the rest of the stream Y/N stayed silent, watching Eret do some interesting things...
Nearly falling over while spinning
Telling chat to not send him pumpkins, as he moved the pumpkin, causing Y/N to sit in the chair instead.
Spinning a different way
Grabbing the bisexual flag and using it like a spanish bull fighter
And then wearing it with the cape.
T-posing
And then Y/N being a midget and doing a T-pose in front of Eret
Denying the WAP
And then lying about what it meant
Getting to No. 8 on Trending
Making jokes "Oh it's so hot... and not just because me and Y/N are here."
Finally, Eret finished the stream and came over and gave Y/N a massive hug.
"Thank you," he whispered.
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Clone Wars Character on TikTok
Anakin- Poor Anakin, man does not have a that many creative ideas, but his life and ideas are strange enough that he gets a lot of followers easily. He’s also almost constantly videoing things too, so he’s able to get real time. There are so so many videos showing the reactions that Obi-Wan has because of his dumbass plans.
Everyone, literally everyone, thought he was an f-boy until he made a post, super confused, saying that he has a wife?? That he loves so much? So, coincidentally, the next videos he posts are him and his wife, who doesn’t show her face but there’s a poll going on about who it is. Most people have figured it, though, because some of his videos are him just listening to Mrs. Skywalker rant about people in the Senate when she comes home to him.
He also tries to convince everyone that he’s the best husband in the world by videoing himself cooking her dinner, which he always burns. In those videos, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, staples on Anakin’s account, are heard in the background giving him absolutely terrible advice on how to fix it. They usually end up with burnt pans and a whole bunch of frantic clips of Obi-Wan trying to turn off the oven, “My dear, your time is up.” And Anakin in the background “Force, that’s not going to kriffing work, Master. I’m coming in with the water gun.” (No one questions why there’s a water gun.) Ahsoka is just….chilling in the background. She’s just as clueless as the rest of them, but it’s funnier to watch them almost burn down Padame’s kitchen before she tries to step in and make things worse.
Ahsoka-Her feed is a more controlled chaos than Anakin’s, but chaos nonetheless. She does a lot of dance challenges with Fives, and is sometimes able to rope in Anakin, who tries really hard but is terrible at it, and Rex, who doesn’t actually dance and just stands there staring at the camera. There was one time she got Obi-Wan to do it with her, and he absolutely crushed it. All that grace has to help him somewhere else, right? Because she does dance videos, though, sometimes she get inappropriate comments or duets, which Rex, Obi-Wan, Plo, Fives, and Anakin all duet or make a video about explaining that she’s a minor and how unacceptable this is. Well, that’s what every but Rex does. Rex won’t let anyone, anyone, talk to his little sister like that, so he makes a super menacing video of him cleaning his guns.
Needless to say, she does a lot of videos with Rex. They do a lot of random videos of their conversations and pointless arguments. They also do so a lot of competitions with each other, rather it’s staring contests or sparring matches. Their sparring match videos are actually super popular, and they get more and more intense and complicated as they go on. There are never any weapons involved, but they get to show off combat skills and have huge fights across the ship or compound. Their usually filmed by a hysterical Anakin or Fives. Obi-Wan has made his disapproval clear, but there’s a video on Ahsoka’s account of him betting on the outcome.
Obi-Wan- Mostly on Cottagecore TikTok and posts aesthetic videos of him meditating, making fancy, pretty tea drinks, or any other mundane thing he does. He also posts self-defense videos to teach people how to protect themselves, and gives tips of how to use the force and how to help meditate. I think he posts once a week, but posts a bunch at one time because he’ll have one day of silence where he can get stuff for himself done. Basically, his account is to comfort people, to help people, in perfect Obi-Wan fashion.
He also posts encouraging videos to cheer people up when they need it. Cute messages like “Today’s going to be a good day” with that award winning Negotiator smile that get galaxy wide comments and duets. Sometimes the messages border on him illegally sharing decisions that the Senate’s made, like when he announced on his feed that a certain Planet should get ready to party because a certain vote had gone a certain way.
Sometimes, though, he posts videos of Ahsoka, Anakin, or Cody doing incredibly stupid things. It’s become a series, he shows the person do or say the stupidest things, and then he zooms in on someone else’s face. The most common duo is Anakin and Rex, but sometimes there’s Waxer and Cody, once or twice, Obi-Wan and Cody.
Rex- He doesn’t post a lot, and when he does he’s usually not really in them. People only know him specifically because he’s in so many of Ahsoka’s videos. His are mostly “the stuff I have to deal with videos” showing petty fights between some of the 501st or some animal that a soldier decided they wanted to sneak into the ship. That, of course, lead to a blowup on his account, so he started posting lots of content with his brothers. Ahsoka has the notion that he’s doing it to help the way people see Clones, but he does seem to enjoy it a lot.
He, like Obi-Wan, posts hand to hand combat training video to help people in the galaxy, put his training to more use. He makes sure to show how to hold your first in a punch, how to safely clean a blaster, how to take a punch. Some of his posts are to teach people about clones and mando’a traditions. But he’s not all serious. He likes making videos of him and his brothers when they go out to do things for fun or they go out to 79’s.
This one might be a bit far fetched, but I think he would also post videos of him and Ahsoka doing mundane things together, repainting their armour, making bracelets or some stuff on the floors of the bunks during hyperspace. It’s calmer than what Ahsoka posts, and purposely so.
Fives-Oh man. Fives’ account is a wreck. Half of the videos are him running away from something he’s done and the other half are him running into things that he shouldn’t about to be doing. Shakily filmed, someone (usually himself) screaming in the background, you can hear him panting and out of breath. A lot of the times Anakin is with him or chasing after him, and as you can almost always hear Rex cursing and yelling at them to stop, especially if they haven’t done the thing yet because that means they have a plan. When Fives has a plan it ends up being worse than when he makes it up on the spot. 
He also posts videos of him giving people in the streets compliments, because he’s sweet like that. He usually gets pretty funny reactions most of the time, and the few times they’re bad reactions he simply flips the camera and grimaces, then, of course, starts laughing because he’s not going to let one person put him down.
He also has a series of him painting the Bi flag all over the ship and waiting to see people’s reactions. The cutest was that one time Ahsoka walked past and ran her fingers along it softly and smiling. Also notable was the time Obi-Wan caught him midway through and just pretended he didn’t see him. All of those are posted with the persons permission, of course.
Aayla and Bly- They share an account where they do ALL of the couple-y stuff. Any couples challenge that they’re asked to do, they do. It’s hard to do the challenges like “You could’ve been nicer to me today” because they’re both on it all the time and have definitely heard of it, but they make do with all kinds of others. Aayla and Bly are definitely one of those couples that adopts all the kids that follow their account, and they’re ready to fight anyone who says anything bad the Clones or the Jedi.
There’s also a large amount of videos that some of the 327th takes of them cuddling together, training together, polishing weapons together. Basically, their account is them being cute and the rest of the 327th either being incredibly supportive of them or gagging at all the PDA. They start a trend where they go up in front of random people around the ship and start making out to get the reaction. Some examples of the best reactions are franticly running outside of the room, slapping Bly across the back of the head, and wild cheering.
Cody: You’re kidding, right? He does not have time to do the TikTok, nor does he understand TikTok at all. He is in most of Obi-Wan’s videos, and he’s sometimes in Rex’s too. Most of the time he’s telling all of them not to do whatever they’re about to do, or he’s sitting on the floor and crying with Rex.
Anakin actually started making videos called “When you see your dad and your other dad be romantic.” Where it’s just him finding Obi-Wan and Cody doing cute things in random places, followed by Anakin or Ahsoka making faces at the camera.
Plo- Parent side of TikTok for sure. His account features so many, so many, videos of him doing fun things with the 104th. He may seem like an extremely serious man, but put him with all of his kids and has almost no impulse control. They ask to stop at that restaurant they saw on the way to their mission, and he makes it happen. Everyone pretends not to notice because they wouldn’t dare go against him.
This account is also mostly run by everyone in the 104th because A. Plo doesn’t have a password and B. That’s how they get a bunch of footage. The phone is passed around throughout the day, but all of the content focuses on the Plo’s Bros relationships. Anything that he does, from giving a shiny a thumbs up when he comes up with a new plan, to teaching some of the older clones who are a little overworked how to take deep breaths. All the followers also a learn the Plo is absolutely terrible at any kind of card games, which is shown when they post video after video of the bets he looses.
Next for Star Wars I’ll be doing Bad Batch, then, because this got so long, I’ll do one with some more characters! Sorry it’s so long, this ran away from me a bit.
Some clone wars beautiful mutuals @radbatch (Who is the absolute best person to talk to about Ahsoka ever period end of story) of course and @maiseey (Who is now my my mutual? How?)
#bad batch is the next sw one I’m doing#this went…..a lot longer than I though it would be#then I have the rest of the characters lined up cause this got long#clone wars#anakin skywalker#clone wars anakin#the clone wars#ahsoka tano hcs#ahsoka tano#ahsoka tano is not straight lol#obi wan#obi wan kenobi#obi wan clone wars#clone wars obi wan#Tiktok#clone wars hc#clone wars headcanons#captain rex#commander rex#nxvna writing
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sem i was rewatching a couple of gintama episodes for serotonin and i can’t help but gush over how adorable gintoki is i love that man sm 🥺 do you have a favourite episode you remember or a fav arc?
OHHH YEAHHHHH
okay okay let’s get it going- so sorry this got embarrassingly long -
the shogun assassination arc STOLE MY BREATH AWAY. kamui and sougo had me by my neck (and still do) and the fact that we got to see gintoki n takasugi together again!? i absolutely adore watching them on screen together. also! i’ve always loved shige but this was the arc that solidified him for me.
the snow vacation arc w shige was so fucking funny, too 😭😭😭😭😭 when kagura and otae didn’t wanna touch him because he was greasy and stinky it had me in tears
okay and then, the farewell shinsengumi arc was so good. gintama, i feel like, is character-dependent because around here is when the overarching plotline becomes a bit confusing for me—but i love nobume and isaburo so much. the love her has for her—i wish for it. gintama proves itself over and over again to cherish family, but this was when i knew.
shinpachi’s saber beam arc had me so fucking emotional lmfaooo. it was so bad bc we were just coming out of the courtesan of a nation arc (which left me heaving and huffing for hours afterwards LMFAOOO) then the shogun assassination arc, and then farewell shinsengumi—back to back to back, i couldn’t breathe. but it also felt so good to see shinpachi love and be loved like that. it was a new side of him for me (i don’t rlly like his character but i do appreciate him when it counts). and we got the golden gintoki begging scene that still leaves me choked up to this day rmfaooo. he loves those kids so much bro. and he isn’t afraid to throw away his pride for them because he knows- he knows that pride will never be worth the pain it can bring.
i rewatch the joui 4 reunion arc a lot bc i like seeing them all together during the war 🥺 s’comforting.
the popularity poll arc 😭😭😭 it got GRITTY SO QUICK LMFAOOO. everyone was clawing for power. i also love how our mc was #1. hair flip. as per usual. and the way it started w yamazaki getting mugged 😭😭😭 LMFAOOO
i fucking LOVE the gender swap arc RMFAOOO specifically for kyuubei <333333 and tskuyou. she was so fine as a man i’d let them both breed fr
yoshiwara in flames and the red spider arcs are classics. gintoki and tsu are a compelling duo—which is why I ADOREEEE THE LOVE POLLEN SPECIALSSSSS. i especially liked the spider arc bc gintoki knows what good love looks like, what it feels like. and he wants that for tsukki. the way he gets so angry on her behalf (and maybe a little of his own) is exactly why he’s so dear to me as an mc. he carries his supporting characters with a special kind of oomf.
the saw arc with hijikata and sougo was unbelievable i hate them so much 😭
i am also especially fond of the jirocho arc. that fight at the grave yard was actually what got me into gintama!! i saw a clip of him gnashing that sword and knew i’d give ‘toki some babies lmfaooo. and also—the way he loves, the way gintoki gives so much love and protection even though he’s only felt it once from one parental figure in his childhood…. when he, kagura, and shinpachi got into that fight and they told him life wouldn’t be fun without him and he told them he just wanted them to live. i don’t think i’ll ever recover. he’s the only man in the world for me.
i also liked the jail arc!! watching gintoki terrorize the other prisoners 😭😭😭
i really liked the gintoki-hijikata soul switch arc solely for the new gintoki hair style.
oh my GOD. THE CHEATING ARC!?? WITH OTOSE AND OTAE AND TSKUYOU AND LITERALLY EVERY WOMAN IN THE MAIN CAST!? LMRMFKO i was laid out the whole time. and jealous ☹️ i wanna be his lil wife or whatever ☹️
i appreciate the arc on kagura and kamui’s home planet bc we got to see development from all sides of the fight (katsura blossoming into zura) and i love it esp bc where everyone started coming together again 🥺🥺🥺 kamui and kagura’s backstory had me geeked so hard. i will forever love that kagura doesn’t really hold it against him for leaving her (or, she does, but if he wanted to come home she’d take him in with open arms)—but it still makes me angry that he did.
last but not least (and the most obvious) the exact plot of the silver soul arc was messy but when i tell you i was geeked 400% in every episode. especially the part when everyone was sleeping and partying and just enjoying each other’s company. the greatest thing about gintama is it’s ability to make you feel like you’re there.
but anyways, generally? if the episode has gintoki and takasugi or shigeshige or kagura and sougo or kamui in it, it’s def a favorite. or if all the girls get together. and literally every episode with gintoki backstory gives me serotonin. or episodes where both the shinsengumi and odd jobs are in them. yeah :D
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