#i think it was good for both of usss

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My stepmoms back yayayayay:)))

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grid of in-laws | o. piastri (81)

a/n: im thai, so definitely not self-inserting here 🤭

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yn_albon mum and dad 🤷‍♀️

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lilymhe my baby 😘

yn_albon 🫶🫶

alex_albon remember I always have the pictures

yn_albon 😔 I’m sorry my dearest brother

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username Oscar, what are you doing here??

username he’s trying to rizz her up or what?

username im praying that they are dating

username BROTHER what are you high on?

username TELL ME YOU DONT HAVE TWITTER

username yall think that if they’re not dating, oscar’s gonna be a creep and like all of her pics for nothing?

username MOST men do that. Oscar’s my pookie tho

username yeah, exactly. dating.

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alex_albon: don’t you think it’s time for a public story? 🙄

: im going to combust from embarrassment

alex_albon: please, when lily posted me-

: you jumped around the room and kicked your legs. I know 😔

alex_albon: yeah, time to think about it. also, call mum tonight

: mkayy

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lilymhe the albons’ lost in tokyo!!

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yn_albon we’re all lost 😔

alex_albon says the one with your own japanses translator

yn_albon yeah, can’t hear you

username EXCUSE ME??

username OSCAR???

yn_albon 🫶🫶

alex_albon back off🤺🤺

lilymhe she’s just my baby 😔

username EXCUSE ME? Who can speak japanse in the gird? Oscar mf piastri

username exactly what I was thinking!!

username yuki rn 🧍‍♂️

username didn’t oscar and lando went out in tokyo today as well???

username FUCKING HELL YES HELLO? I’M HAVING AN ASTHMA ATTACK

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alex_albon copying each other’s pose kings

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landonorris tbf, it wasn’t taken by the same person 🤷‍♂️

oscarpiastri i called that pose first

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landonorris nah, they didn’t get me

username THEY WHO? Oscar and who??

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username so we’re all here from lily’s post huh 😭

username yn liked the post 🤷‍♀️

username wait, YN AND LANDO FOLLOW EACH OTHER??

username she’s pretty close with the 2019 rookies ig

yn_albon

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yn_albon we ate ✌️💅

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alex_albon thanks for copying my pose, be original 👊

yn_albon lily come get yo man please

lilymhe right away 🫡

landonorris good food 🙌

yn_albon still can’t make you try fish 😔

landonorris sorry, it’s never happening 🤷‍♂️

username please tell me yn brought oscar with her 😭

username white boy getting dragged to asian street food by his gf, my favorite trope

username *and traumatizing him

yn_albon I swear I fed him the right food 😔😭

username SHUT UP GUYES ITS CONFIRMED

username yn feed my boy pad thai

username naur that’s basic asf 😭

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alex_albon back home with my favourite person and some thai local i guess 🤷‍♂️ (jk, love you both)

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yn_albon yeah, love you too 🤺

lilymhe you don’t play mermaids with us 👎

yn_albon right??? I’m sorry for not training him harder 😔✊

alex_albon i apologise 😭

username boooo, alexxxx

username oscar has been real quiet since the bangkok post??

username SO lando went with them which only makes sense if oscar ALSO went with them yk??

username I KNOW what y’all are thinking

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oscarpiastri thanks to a local guide 🇹🇭

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username ITS FUCKING OFFICIAL OSCAR POSTING

username sad day to be an oscar fan 😔

username GOOD DAY to be an oscaryn shipper

username shut UP is that yn??

username YES‼️ where have you been???

username alex just posted them going to phuket, so 2+2 🤷‍♀️

username i mean he already went out to tokyo with the albons, so what’s the chance

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yn_albon golfing or we balling‼️

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landonorris Oscar is literally 🧍‍♂️

yn_albon exactly

oscarpiastri I am not a professional golfer 🤷‍♂️

alex_albon who won??

yn_albon you😔

yn_albon only because lily is not playing 🤷‍♀️

username PUT HIM BACK SIS!!

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lilymhe serious dinner…

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alex_albon very serious indeed…

yn_albon what are y’all on about? 😭

username PLEASE IS THIS THE IN-LAWS DINNER WE WERE BEGGING FOR

username ��serious dinner’ my ASS 😭

yn_albon

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yn_albon race week dump ig 😦

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alex_albon ITS HAPPENING

landonorris WHAT IS HAPPENIF

landonorris WHY IS OSCAR JUMPIN

landonorris OH.

username george, blink if you’re the third wheel

username NAH LOGAN AS WELL 😭

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oscarpiastri guess we did have a dinner..

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alex_albon: THANK GOD

the longest one yet. it took me so long because I keep undoing and editing (perfectionist af)

request is open-ish because I’m done with exams!! jenson dilf incoming?? 😬

anyways, hope y’all enjoyed it. like, reblog, COMMENT, or anything if you liked it. If not, y’all better lock yo door.

today’s a good day to take care of yourself!!

[deleahtarte]

BRO IM IN LOVE WITH UR KEVIN x BUTTERS FIC, CAN YOU PLS PLS PLS PLS SHARE SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT THE PAIRING WITH USSS PLSSSsS???? ex: how did they started hanging out more? how did they reliaze they where in love with each other? who propossed? how? whats their fav activity to do together? etc. IM DYING TO KNOWWW

OH MY GOD THANK YOU!! It’s always such a delight every time I see another kindred spirit that enjoys Kevin/Butters, wow 😭😭

I have a draft of the prequel of The Boy Who Drank From The Sun and Moon, which answered most of these questions so forgive me when I say this, but you’ll have to read it to find out!! But I’m going to do my best to answer what I can loosely without giving too much away, so here I go!!

1. They started hanging out more because after Kenny’s death, Butters was extremely sad. The main four checked in on him whenever they could but Butters let Kevin in more than anyone else cause he reminded Butters of Kenny. So truthfully, sadly, at first—Butters didn’t really see Kevin for Kevin, he just wanted Kenny and Kevin was the closest thing to it. That’s why he slept with Kevin in the fic, it led back to Kenny, for him.

2. Kevin. It was Kevin. Kevin proposed. They’re not married in the fic I wrote about them but in the future, I can easily imagine Kevin doing it outdoors, alone, and they are surrounded by a bunch of flowers and it’s all very romantic because like that man is a romantic deep down

3. Their favorite activity to do together would be playing board games. It’s random, but they both love it because every time Butters played when he was a child he got excluded and no one took him seriously. Kevin has played them all his life with his siblings (I mean what else can they play) so he’s extremely good. They have a night dedicated (a date night really) where they just bust out a random board game and go to town. They love it. When they grow old together, they’re playing board games.

Random things I think of;

A. Kevin grows facial hair very quick so Butters helps him shave it off all the time. He’s a pro now

B. Kevin has awful vision but he refuses to wear glasses (he’ll wear them around the house…sometimes.) so Butters usually has to read something out loud to him when it’s distant. Ex. A menu hung on the wall. A speed sign

C. Everything Kevin cooks somehow ends up oddly…spicy. It could be a dessert, and it will still have a tang of something spicy in it. Butters does not understand how this could be and once launches a full blown investigation to figure it out and still hasn’t come out with an answer. He thinks it’s sorcery and one of the many wonders of the world; Kevin doesn’t even notice it.

D. Kevin is insecure about their age gap, three years, Butters does not really give a darn. He didn’t use to before he liked Butters, but after, he became vastly insecure about it. He keeps wondering if Butters will leave him for a younger guy (it’s only three years bud 😭😭) so he tries when it comes to appearance. (If there is something all the McCormicks have in common, it’s that their insecure, despite pretending otherwise)

[wisemins]

🎵 and 🩺 for demon slayer? can be canon or modern au (or both, both is good)

🎵Music: If you/your self-insert had a theme song, what would it be? Bonus: An extra song that fits you/your self-insert and your f/o!

🩺Doctor: What is the worst injury that you/your self-insert has sustained in canon? If so, what was the cause and did you recover? What was your f/os reaction?

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

(it's i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit btw, s4pphic is my new selfship blog so if you see it in your notifications it's just me :D)

HIYA FRANKIEEE <33 LOVELY TO SEE YOU HERE TYSM FOR THE ASK!!

🎵Music: If you/your self-insert had a theme song, what would it be? Bonus: An extra song that fits you/your self-insert and your f/o!

SO IN LOVEEEE WITH THIS QUESTIONNN!!

For this one I'll do both!!

Modern picks

For me: 心に雲を持つ少年 By Sunny Day Service! The lyrics translated really make sense to me personally! And I just ADORE this song!

For Giyuu and I: Chasing Hearts by Miwa! If our life in modern would have it's own spin-off anime, this would 100% be the intro! I love this song for us in modern! (shout out to F.MA for the song) It also suits us as a family as well as a couple!

Canon picks

For me: Shogeki by Yuko Ando! (stole this from an ao.t outro! one of my faves) But I think it fits for me in canon! Depressing and wistful! But it also goes hard so, that's what really matters!

For Giyuu and I: Sunset by Makoto Matsushita! I LOVEEE THIS SONG FOR USSS esp in canon too! But it fits for both canon and modern! It's slow, somber, but romantic. This song for us is definitely supposed to be for like a, end game/end of the anime moment! Something to signify that our hard journey is over, and now we can live and be together and just be in love for once. Not fighting for our lives.

🩺Doctor: What is the worst injury that you/your self-insert has sustained in canon? If so, what was the cause and did you recover? What was your f/os reaction?

OH WOOF where do I begin?? Since my breathing style relies on me being completely unaware of pain and overexertion while I'm asleep, every single mission and battle I end up injured in one way or another. Hence why none of the other hashira like working with me outside of my true friends.

My worst injury though? WOOF. where to start? This was a moment in which I was protecting Zenitsu and really going over my limit. This was supposed to be one of those throwaway missions, something easy, but it was more devious than anticipated. Tens of demons all at once, it wasn't anything we hadn't dealt with but I was still healing from a previous injury, and when I get into that sleep state? Caution is thrown out the window and into the sea, it's GONEEE

I ended up almost getting disemboweled to be frank, and it was an injury that took MONTHS to recover from. I wasn't allowed to do anything basically. It left a hefty scar as well, it healed pretty well all things considered but it was not fun. But in the end I was fine!

And Giyuu's reaction? Oh boy that man was TERRIFIED. This was before we confessed anything, but we were getting closer and closer. This brought us even more close because he had finally realized like, oh shit, I could lose her. And with all the loss in his life? He wasn't ready to go through that again. So he stayed with me when he could, which was quite a lot. And we did get to know each other quite a bit during the recovery period! He would cook for me too, and took over some of the medicinal duties to take pressure off the butterfly mansion girls.

Some of the moments between us were really romantic in a way, it's hard not to feel that way when someone you have a huge crush on is bandaging you up and making sure you're okay!

This was also the period in which Zenitsu was starting to side-eye us, wondering if Giyuu was tryna pull the moves out on his mom, but since he saw how happy Giyuu made me during such a miserable time, he supported the idea of us becoming a thing!

So yeah!!! I LOVEDDD answering these!! Thank you so much for asking!!!

The ask game in question!

[imagine--if]

hii i saw that requests for alice in borderland were open and i rann 🏃🏻‍♀️

could you do a scenario where chishiya and banda have a crush/interested in the same s/o?? how tense would that be, especially in the solitary confinement game?? 👀👀👀

A/N: Oooo this is an awesome scenario idea, thanks for your request!! I'm still open for AIB requests until the 15th, so if you're interested then send some in!! A particular ask has caught my attention for after this... jealous Chishiya 😵😍 Little obvious disclaimer that the GIFs aren't mine- but look at Chishiya's, he's staring RiGhT aT uSsS 😭

Chishiya and Banda Both Crushing On You Includes...

💛• How'd you even manage to get the attention of both these guys?!??! I'm jealous 🥲 because the way these two fall for someone, combined, is basically the most intense and warm and crazy hot experience you'll have in quite a while. Let's say that this all starts in the Jack of Hearts game:

💛• With Chishiya, he's drawn to the little, unnoticeable things that interest him, like being a lot smarter than you look, or making a good decision that surprises, or even outwits him somewhat. There's not much of that in the borderlands, apart from Arisu's selflessness that absolutely confuses him until he starts admiring it, and the deadliness of the games, everyone looks like they're going to die. Except you. So he'll most likely start following you around - very subtly - observing your way of doing things and interacting with other players, until he properly approaches you. Probably asking you for his symbol on his collar, and asks you if you want yours. If you turn him down but give him his or something, he'll actually be taken aback... in a good way, because now he's obsessed with wanting to know how your mind works. So, basically, you've got yourself a new partner.

💛• With Banda, however, subtly and patience are not his things. All it takes is one minute of eye contact, or hearing something a little psycho come from you, anything that's potentially original and beautiful to him, and suddenly he's right in front of you with that dark smirk, giving you a twisted but flattering compliment. That's it. Now you've got a new protector who grows oddly possessive and obsessive over the first few rounds, pulling you back when you think about joining the others' big group. You don't need them. You've got him.

💛• So when the two ultimately end up bumping into each other when they both go to talk to you or something, there's just a moment of stretched, painfully strong silence as Banda eyes up this new 'distraction' to your attention, and Chishiya takes him in with that annoyingly indifferent, and kind of smug, look, before his brown eyes meet yours. Banda looks in your direction too. No pressure 😅

💛• I mean, Chishiya tolerates pretty much everyone, but Banda lurking around and infecting your brain with his sadistic ideas of entertainment and advice on how to win every game like he has, is something he's apprehensive of. He'll see how you react to it at first before jumping in, but overall, Chishiya thinks you're the first truly curious and inspiring person that's caught his attention in the Borderlands, and that's something he doesn't want to let slip as soon as he's found it.

💛• Banda has little to no empathy or care for anyone except what you're happy and unhappy with, so he's gonna be pretty forward with Chishiya and give him one of his hushed, intimidating, close-up threats to move along and find someone else to play with. When Chishiya retorts smugly with a comment about how the last women he hung around with suddenly made it onto the murder section of the newspapers, he'll get a deathly glare in his eyes, and basically the only thing stopping him from snapping at that moment is the rule of the game being that you can't outrightly hurt anyone.

💛• They let it go for now, but neither one of them is put off from hanging around with you. The rest of the players in the big group find it odd how you're just sitting there at a table, and within a few moments, Chishiya comes striding in offering his snack with you, sitting beside you on the table, all the while Banda's unblinking gaze is fixed on you from the other side of the cafeteria, where he sits on the floor against the wall. The Jack probably notices it too, but doesn't say anything, since no one really wants to see Banda Sunato get angry.

💛• Once the game has gone on and it's over, Banda has some 'business' to attend to with Jack, and probably makes you wear a tracker or something so he knows how to come and find you when he's done and figuring out how he can have more, or all, control over the lands. Cocky psycho even tries to kiss you goodbye too, and whether you let him go for it and leave you flustered after an intense few moments, or push him away gently with a blush is your choice. Either way, he'll still respond with one of his smirks and a wink before he causally pulls out his pocket weapon and goes into one of the cells after Jack.

💛• That just leaves you with Chishiya, who Banda has 'trusted' to keep you safe while he's gone. Since Chishiya figured it all out with him and survived the round in a pretty impressive way, Banda doesn't misjudge his intelligence and capabilites, even though he seems a little too relaxed when entering these life-or-death games. Still, you'll end up leaving with Chishiya wandering by your side and making small talk about who you are as a person as you go for the next game, or to meet his gang from the Beach, like Arisu. He's surprisingly talkative in his own way as he uncovers more about you and listens to every word you say, but when the questions are reflected back at him, the answers are simple and short - at first, anyway. It's not all because he's reclusive, but mostly because he didn't really like his life, or have much of one, in his opinion, before the Borderlands. But now, maybe he does. Intelligent and nice to look at. He'll stick around for sure 😉

💛• Elsewhere, Banda basically pulls up every file and piece of information on you instead of outrightly asking. It's safe to say that he's an obsessive and possessive crusher/lover, and he'll make that known once he's sorted things out and comes to find you again. And he will come and find you again 😏

[sportsgirliewithtoomuchtosay]

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Annacathart: thank you for having usss! This was so fun!

ynthebigbadwolff: always a pleasurw

willgao: I won at twister

ynthebigbadwolff: don't lie to the internet

Mercgurly: their friendship is everything!

susie_wolff: missing youuu

ynthebigbadwolff: miss you too 💞

Yntruther: I'm happy to see that she's happy but I miss seeing her at the races, her paddock fits were iconic

ferrari16: why hasn't she been at recent races?

Yntruther: I think it's cause she just finished her exams and wanted to take a break, hopefully she's back soon

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partying and prepping for the next few races! Let's gooo

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arthur_leclerc: dj teddy bear in the house

olliebearman: mate you have got to let that nickname go 😂

arthur_leclerc: blame your lady not me

Premagirliesunite: sorry his what now?

F2FANGIRL: my man looks so good here

ferrari16: word on the streets is that he ain't your man anymore

F2FANGIRL: don't start

Ynthebigbadwolff just posted a story

Olliebearman just posted a story

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susie_wolff: can't wait to see you back in the paddock!!

ynthebigbadwolff: see you there 💞💞

Yntruther: YESS THE PADDOCK PRINCESS IS BACK BABY

f2fangirl: everyone's too distracted by YN's return to the paddock to realize that she's soft launching on main like MISS GIRL WHAT DOES YOUR FATHER HAVE TO SAY ??

Teddybearbearman: I swear Ollie has those exact shirt and boots..

Ferrari16: can y'all leave him alone for like 15 mins 🙄

lewishamilton: last time I checked bears were native to Europe?

Georgerussell: true, got anything to say little wolf?

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olliebearman: what if I sobbed? I love you I love you I love you so so much! You are one of my biggest rewards and I am so grateful for you.

Ynthebigbadwolff: I love you too I love you too I love you too (also please don't cry?)

Mercgurly: this is so cute, but the real question is what does toto think of this?

Mercedesamfg1: big boss says that mini boss can date whoever she wants but if he hurts her then both lewis and George are under strict orders to run him over repeatedly

Olliebearman: 😨😨

lewishamilton: don't worry kid you're in our good books...for now

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roommate!dream gets jealous of wilbur (again) by 🍀 anon

i'm making this it's own post because i wanted to add a 'read more'. thank u so much 🍀, your constant genius ideas are just so good. i love them and i love uuuu!!

full credit to 🍀 anon!! (the ask is under the cut)

"This was so quickly written after I put it off for like weeks so if any grammar is bad shhhhhhh

“Please do you have to leave?” Dream whines out as he laid on your bed watching you get ready. His face cast into a frown mixed with sad eyes that he would use to get his way. “Dream I’m leaving Wilbur wants me to meet up with him! Before you even try every other time he tries to see me I’m always busy with classes.” Your voice came out stern as you turned to look at him seeing his mouth was open ready to whine again. Quickly closing his mouth he looks away mumbling small words of annoyance. “Is anyone else showing up?” Sighing again you turn back to the mirror fixing your hair. “As far as I know of it’s just Wilbur. He wants to take me out to eat somewhere Dream please don’t start acting like my father.” With another whine, he gets off the bed and childishly stomps out of the room.

After an hour there was a knock on the front door making you sigh and stand up to stretch. Walking out of your room you curiously looked into Dream's room seeing him with his headphones one at his desktop. A small frown tugged at your lips and you close the door not even bothering to say bye like the two of you normally do. “If he gonna act like a child I’ll treat him like one.” You huff out before another knock at the door caught your attention making you hurry to the door putting a smile on.

Standing in front of you was your brown curly-haired friend, Wilbur who you had grown to miss in the few busy weeks that had to happen. Grinning you let out a laugh as you hugged him forgetting the foggy feeling of dream upset festering in your mind. “Hey, are you ready to go?” Smiling to you he gestured his head to his car making you nod your head and head out. Unnoticed to you dream was peaking out at the hallways frowning as he made eye contact with Wilbur who gave a small smile and stuck his tongue out before running to catch up with you.

Once he met up with you before you got to the car coughs a little to get your attention. “By the way, Tommy and two of his friends are joining us. They wanted to see you.” Tilting your head you looked up to him. “Is that so?” Nodding his head Wilbur and you finally got to the car before you could reach for the handle the side door was swung open. “WOMEN!! HELLO!!”

Tommy had a grin on his face as he got out of the passenger seat and grin at you “Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked the grin growing more as he watched you get embarrassed. “Dream isn’t my boyfriend you dumb blond!” You started to hit him making him shout and move back to hide behind the car door. “Watch it! Hey! Hey! Wilbur help me!”

“Okay, okay that’s enough kids get in the car.” Wilbur hid his smile as he gets in the car soon after you got into the passager seat kicking Tommy in the back. Looking into the back seats you were greeted with two different people both seemed around Tommy's age. “Do you hit hard or is Tommy just a puss?” A boy with shaggy brown hair asked with a grin. “Tubbo!” Tommy whines after making you laugh a little. “Yeah no he a pussy. Are you are Tubbo I assume? And you are?” You looked at the unknown teen who was wheezing trying to breathe again from laughing so hard. “I-I’m Ranboo.” He said between breaths. “Okay, we are leaving now!” With that Wilbur pulled out of the parking and started to drive to our location.

Once you got to the ice cream parlor you grin looking to Wilbur who grinned back at you. “Ice cream? We finally hang out after months and this is where you take me?” A laugh left Wilbur as he rolls his eyes “I’m sorry did you think I would take those three so somewhere nice? Hell no.” After that left Wilbur's lips, the three teens in the back started to yell at Wilbur with Tommy being the most prominent. “HOW DARE YOU! I HAVE YOU KNOW YOU BROODING MALE I’M MORE SOPHISTICATED THAN YOULL EVER BE!” Tubbo chimes in with a loud yeah followed by Ranboo “Actually I don’t mind ice cream.” The bickering made you break out into a fit of laughter as you got out of the car.

Once you stepped into the parlor you looked around in awe at all the types of ice cream and sugar-filled treats. Noting that at some point you would have to take Dream here. Soon followed were Wilbur and the other three who all started to say what they wanted to get. “Who’s paying for you three? I’m paying for me and her.” Wilbur points to you as you laugh as the three looks at each other worried “I didn’t bring money...” “Me either.” Both Ranboo and Tubbo looked at Tommy making him sigh. “Willlburrrrr, we are brokeeee please pay for usss.” Blinking Wilbur shakes his head no with a grin. “Should have thought about that when we were leaving Tommy.” Quickly Tommy looks to you. “Can you pleasssse pay for us?” Behind him were two other teens with begging faces. “Fine..”

Sitting at the table was filled with aimless amounts of talking, jokes, and bullying Tommy. A grin was plaster on all of your faces as you ate your ice cream until tubbo spoke up. “So who’s dream? Tommy was asking about him earlier and now I want to know.” Before you could even answer Tommy quickly chimes in, “That’s her boyfriend!” Which earned a quick punch to the side. “Dream is my roommate right now.” “So you are dating then?” Ranboo hums making you quickly shake your head. “No-“ Wilbur then quickly chimes in with a smirk. “Yup dating.” “WILBUR SOOT!” You groan shoving his ice cream into his face making the others laugh.

After you hang out with the four of them you were dropped off at your flat. Unlocking the door you sigh and called out “Dream? I’m home!” Closing the door you looked around after not getting a reply. Humming you walked to dreams room knocking lightly. “Dream are you here?” Opening the door you were greeted with Dream sleeping in his gaming chair making you sigh and walk in taking his headphones off. “Dream? Hey, dream wake up...” shaking him lightly you waited for him to stir awake only to no avail. Finally, you gave up and rolled him over to his bed, and dragged him from his chair to his bed. Due to all the movements he finally woke up blinking some of the sleep away to look at you. “Hey? Your back already?” A small smile fell on your lips. “Dream it’s been 5 hours and it's already 8 but please go back to bed.”

Before you can move away dream softly grabs your hand and looks at you still half awake. “Sleep with me please.” What was supposed to be a question more came out as a demand. “Dream? Just go back to bed okay?” Huffing dream whined out. “Please? You were with Wilbur today and I know you haven’t seen him but you promised me last week today you would have a movie marathon with me.” You stopped looking at him in shock because you completely forgot all caught up in classes and other meetings. “I’m sorry I forgot Dream. Yeah, I’ll sleep in here tonight move over.” With a grin, he rolled over giving you room as he tugged you into the bed.

-🍀"

[elriell]

ACOSF 6 Chapter Thoughts & Discussion (pls add on your opinions if want)

What a rollercoaster!

Lucien going from Emissary to Enemy in 0.2 seconds ???

REALLY GUYS “You are not a prisoner but we will tell you what to do, where to live, how to breathe and even what to eat...” Oh stfu pls 🤬🤬🤬🤬

NES. Nes. nEs. Nes. nes 🥺

“You’ll be the one getting into mine.” 👀ok sirrrr

Mor can kindly fuck off in my opinion, Nesta is spot on, she is a righteous hypocrite. 📉📉📉📉

Nesta being a stubborn mule and not training 😂👏🏻💁🏻‍♀️

why is cass lusting after mor, its kinda gross ngl 🥴

“She’d broken something inside him, some final resistance and the last glimmer of hope...” Honestly your not my fav atm Cass but I do feel for you, you are not in an easy place right now. And I feel like we all coddle Nesta because every fucker else is against her but we shouldn’t overlook Cassian’s pain either.🥺😢🙁

“You sound afraid of her.” “I am.” GOOD rhys. good, as you should. 💯📢

AZ/CASS/NESTA  sharing a house, heck fucking yes. only way it could be better for me is if Elain was there... 🎉🎉🎉

POV switching between their very different headspaces is actually really cool and satisfying ⚖️

Amren WHAT THE FUCK. 🥵

Azriel has a lot on his plate?? Ok rhys but what? tELl Usss 📈📈📈📈

i dont even need to add what I feel about Feysand and Amren atm 🧾🚩

EVERYTHING ELSE. 🍿🥂

honestly guys yeah a lot ENRAGED me but I was expecting it so I feel like I was quite prepared for that... Even still i devoured the chapters and am very excited for their story to unfold! 

I do however think they both have a lot of growing to do.

Also if I had any doubts about Elucien not happening any time soon they are gone now, SJM automatically pinning him to Vassa in a major way, and from what we know hes not in the book a lot, then we are told they are in one goup scene together and ignore each other. Hmm.

I mean they had to set up the next book, and if it clearly isn’t to do with Lucien then I can’t see him and Elain getting together next book. And since we know it probably has something to do with Az (as he is getting his own chapter and journey), I would say it is looking good fo Elriel fans! But who knows   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[crescentsteel]

Just Friends - Part 1

plot: fubu set up with Kuroo as a university student

word count: 4015

NSFW

A/N: This is my first time writing, so please bear with me lol. I’m thinking of making this a complete story instead of a one-shot. I already have the flow of the story, but still undecided to actually write it. I’m shy like that haha. Enjoy!

Part 2  |  m.list

You are on the way to a bar after a long day. You decide for today that you would go to the busiest bar in the area. You were not a regular here cause you find it too crowded, but you want to let loose tonight. Not that you were stressed in any way. Life has been good to you, you acknowledge that.Your parents are loaded so you live in comfort. They pay for your condo unit and your university, which you luckily passed the admission test to. Aside from your parents being wealthy, you also have a side job that pays well for minimal work. If you think about it, your life might be kind of perfect. You do have your own circle of friends, but you’re the kind of person who likes to unwind alone once in a while. 

You come straight to the bar after a long meeting with your group for your Earth Science subject. It is almost 9pm so you thought it was best to head straight instead of going home to change. You put on your red lipstick to avoid looking pale. 

You go inside and find it crowded already. It’s Friday after all. Most of them are students since the bar is located near all big universities in Tokyo. You head straight to the bartender. You just can’t wait to get buzzed and you know the drink to do it. 

“Two shots of tequila, please” You smiled at the bartender. 

Minutes were passing quickly. The music turned livelier as it got late. After your two tequila shots, you had cocktails to slow things down. You feel the drinks you had course through your body. You make your way to the dance floor with your drink in your hand. You tipsily excused yourself, said hi to strangers you bumped, and found your way to a spot you like. 

You were just grooving to the music while taking a sip once in a while to keep the buzz going. 

You were oblivious to some men who were eyeing you since you came in and were just waiting for their chance to approach you, and right now seems the perfect time. 

Although you don’t notice, Kuroo does. 

He’s sober enough to see these stupid men looking at you. He bets they think they could just waltz in next to you just because you were having your time alone with your drink on the dance floor. Even though you had been talking to people at the bar now and then, he could tell you came by yourself. 

He had been observing you all night since you got there. You seem like the carefree type. You’re wearing casual clothes, too casual for a bar, to be honest. Shirt and skinny jeans. Despite the simplicity, your legs look amazing the way your jeans fit you. You do not seem the type to go there to get laid. Though you seemed a bit flirtatious with some people you talked with, you brush them off when they start getting too close to you. 

Then, he sees someone squeeze his way near you and touch your waist, that’s his cue. He walks toward you quickly.

 As he was approaching, you notice that someone is touching your waist and pulls you close to whoever the fuck they are. You remove their hands and put some distance. The guy does not seem fazed. He tried again, this time you looked pissed. 

“Hey buddy. Hands off!” Kuroo hears you say while forcefully taking the guy’s hands off you. 

The guy looks irritated, clearly drunk.

He arrives at the right time. He puts his hand on your left shoulder and looks down on the guy. “Is there a problem here?” his voice is laced with threat. There was nothing the guy could do, especially when he’s towering over him with his height and built.

The guy walks away. He turns to you and leans down since he was significantly taller than you. He says right in your ear, “You should know that there’s a lot of eyes on you here.”

You squint your eyes and look around as if you were surveying the area. ‘How cute’, he thought. He doubts you could see much from the amount of alcohol you had and the neon lights in the place. 

You look at him, studying his face. And he studies you as well. You look way prettier up close as the details of your face become clear.

You extend the drink you had to him, probably asking him to drink. 

He raise his eyebrow. 

“I’ve already had enough drinks tonight.” He refuses while smiling politely. He doesn’t want to get drunk around you, not that he has trouble holding his liquor. He just wants to enjoy your company sober.

It’s you who raise your eyebrow this time. 

You start tapping the glass of your drink, then pouts.

“Well that’s too bad. I won’t dance with someone who’s not drinking with me.” 

‘Challenge’ clearly written on your face.

He couldn’t help but smile. If that was the condition, he gladly obliges. He grabs the drink in your hand and takes a sip. You laugh and smile, looking victorious. You have no idea that it was him who felt victorious. You gave him the consent to be with you. Before he returns your drink to you, he looks at the smug face of the guy who approached you earlier. He raises your drink to him and nods.

‘You ass, I win.’ he says to himself and smirks. Then, returns your drink.

The dance you share is innocent. You are just vibing with each other and moving to the beat of the music. He finds himself laughing when you are laughing for no reason. It was such a fun mood. Your energy is contagious. 

“What was your name again?” you half-shout because it’s so loud and you don’t want to tiptoe just to reach his ears.

“Kuroo Tetsurou” he shouts back.

“y/n!” you shake his hand clumsily.

“Okaaaay, I’m going to get drinks for usss.” Your words start to slur. You turn around and trips. He figures you were about to hit your drinking limit. He stops you from getting another drink and drags you to a table with not much people so you could catch your breath. 

“I think you’ve had too much.” He wouldn’t want you to go all out and start throwing up.

You frown. “But I want to go back there. I still want to dance.”

“Then let’s dance here.” he suggests. You beam at him like an idiot and nod. 

He positions himself at your back. 

You close your eyes. You raise your arms and feel the slow sway of the music. 

He touches your hands that were raised in the air. He slowly caresses them, down to your arms, sides, then stopping at your waist. He presses his body closer. He could inhale your scent. He could feel your slender body as his hands droop to your hips. He could feel your ass pressed to his groin. 

You don’t stop moving to the sway of the music. His hands go back to your waist and grip it so he could match your movements. 

This was not the dance floor and people might be looking at you both, but he didn’t care. He was in his own world right now. You might now know it but you were grinding to him as you both move in sync. He noticed you getting lost in the moment as well as you lean your head to the side, giving him access to your neck - a chance he will not miss. He dips in and gives you butterfly kisses from the back of your ear to the part of your shoulder that was not covered by your shirt. 

“Mmmm”

It was almost inaudible but being so near you, he heard it. The sound goes straight to his dick which is now getting stuffed in his pants from the friction and subtle pleasure this “dance” is giving him. 

You feel the shift of the energy between you two. The fun was gone. You can feel the strong sensuality engulfing you two. You can feel the alcohol in your head combined with something else, something that you feel in your chest, core, and thighs. 

You can feel his stiffness on your lower back. It was not just you. When you felt his lips on your neck, you couldn’t help the soft moan that came out from your lips. 

This was too much for you. You need to take control of the situation again. You will not go with the direction this is going. You came here to get loose, but not this kind of loose. 

You turn around and face him. You grab the hem of his shirt near his neck to pull him down so you can whisper in his ear. “So, Kuroo. Is this the game you play? Play prince charming to save the damsel in distress?” 

He chuckles. He combs his hair and sighs. He holds your chin and moves closer to your face. Way closer. “Oh kitten, I’m no prince charming.” He smiles as he looks at you innocently.

“In fact,” He shot a quick glance at his side, referring to the guy who tried to feel you up earlier.  “I’m worse than those guys.” His smile is gone, which reveals his true nature - dangerous. You can’t breathe from the sexual tension between you two. You release his shirt and look away. You try to step back to give the two of you some space. 

He quickly holds your wrist and pulls you closer to him before you could even move away. 

He smirks. “You’re not afraid now, are you?”

His gaze travels from your eyes to your lips, and you do the same. The lips that were just in your neck earlier - how would it feel if those lips meet yours. 

“Kiss me.” he says softly. 

The look in his eyes is obvious. He wants you. There is no escaping from this. You want this as well. You put your hands on his shoulder and tiptoe to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips. 

You pull away and say “What?”

“Been wanting to do that for a while now” His eyes sporting a sly glint on them. He quickly pulls you back to him and kisses you again. You wrap your arms around his neck as response. You feel his tongue brush your bottom lip and bite it gently right after. His hands travel from your back to your ass. His lips move to your neck once again and licks your earlobe. That elicited a moan from you. 

“Get a room!!” 

You snap back to reality. You put your hands to his chest to stop him while looking somewhere else. It was not like you to make out in public, even if it was a bar. You feel so embarrassed to be called out like that. 

“My place or yours?” he asks.

You look up at him. Are you really going with him? You’re no prude. You’ve engaged in casual flings before, but something about him is different from other guys you’ve slept with. You’re not sure what it is yet, but it piques your curiosity. 

To hell with it. You’ll just enjoy tonight and find out for yourself.

“Yours.”

He grabs your hand and lads you outside. 

“Let’s wait for a cab” he said.

“Umm. I brought my car. Can you drive? I’m sure I can’t.”

You toss him the keys which he catches easily. You walk towards where you parked your car but your head starts to spin. The drinks you’ve had are catching up to you. You try to feel if there’s anything to support you. Only he was there. 

“Come here.” You feel your feet lift up from the ground. Your hands flew to his neck for support. 

“What are you doing?!” You try to put some strength in your voice, but it only sounded pained.

“I’m making you sure you don’t hurt yourself. I still have plans for us tonight, you know.”

He looked serious with what he just said. You feel the heat spread on your face. You bury your face on his neck to hide it. 

“So where is your car?”

“Just unlock it and look for it.”

He clicks the unlock button and follows the sound. He whistles when he sees your car. 

“Damn. Nice ride.”

They always say that about your car. You do not have the energy to respond at the moment. You just want the comfort of being seated.

He opens the car door while still carrying you and gently puts you down. He reclines the seat a bit and closes the door. You shut your eyes. He goes to the driver’s seat. He adjusts the seat for him and starts the engine. 

“Are you sure you want me to be driving this?” He says while feeling the steering wheel. 

“Hand me my water first.” He immediately finds your tumblr at the door pocket and gives it to you. You drink so greedily, impatient to the relief the water should give you in a few minutes. 

You feel his stare at you, but you don’t care. You just want the spinning to stop. 

You put the bottle down. “Yes, you can drive the stupid car.”The car starts moving. Fortunately, you don’t feel like puking from the motion. 

“Are you sure you want to go to a stranger’s place?”

“Do you want me to kick you out right now?”

The corner of his lip tugs. He looks like he’s enjoying himself. 

“I’d rather be in a stranger’s place than have a stranger in my place” you add. 

He frowns but he doesn’t answer. 

After a short while, you feel the car stop. You’re in a park.

“There’s something I want to do before I take you to my place.” he moves closer to you. “I think I want to mess you up here first.” Before you can complain, he closes the gap between you two. 

He’s very aggressive. He immediately sticks his tongue in your mouth. He puts his hand on the back of your head and his other one roams on your body. You pull away to catch your breath. He moves to your seat and towers over you. Because he was so big, it’s so cramped. 

He reclines your seat more so you were almost lying down. That gives him the space to move. 

His lips go straight to your throat. He sucks it fervidly while his hand slips beneath your shirt. He cups your breast as soon as his hand finds it. You arch your body in response. He hitches your shirt up just on top of your breasts. 

He kisses you again as his hand wanders on your back, trying to find the clasp of your bra. He groans in frustration. “Where the fuck is it?”

You giggle. “It’s right here.” you slowly undo the clasp of your bra from the front. It feels like you were giving him a show. Despite feeling a bit shy, you hold his gaze. His fingers caress your face, your neck, then down to your stomach. Then he trails back up to the skin surrounding your nipple. 

You feel absolutely nothing but anticipation. You want him to touch you there, but he’s deliberately avoiding it. Both his hands settle on your hips. He kisses the hollow between your breasts and licks his way down to your stomach. Soon, his tongue replaces what his finger was doing. You can’t take it anymore. 

“Kuroo..” he looks at you.

“Please” it sounded almost like a whine

He smirks, but only for a moment. Finally, you got what you wanted. His tongue sucks on your hardened nipple while his hand toys with the other.

“Mmmmmm”

You are so turned on. You start to squirm underneath him. This is not enough. You need more.

“Patience, kitten. You will feel good soon.”

He covers your lips with his own. Your tongue against his as he unzips your pants. You begin to get impatient so you help him to hasten things up, but he stops completely. Even if you remove your pants, the strength of his grip on it is way stronger than yours. 

“What did I say?” 

You don’t respond. You don’t know how to. You feel so embarrassed, yet greedy for more at the same time. His hands go to your crotch with your pants still in the way, yet the contact still gives you pleasure. He palms you over your pants which makes you jerk up.

He continues to remove your pants. Though he does not completely remove it, he pulls it to your ankles. He goes back to sucking your nipples while caressing your hips and thighs. 

“Just how much more before this teasing is over?” you ask weakly.

He goes face to face with you. He rests his elbow beside your head and says,

“Until I want it to be over,” he pinches your nipple. “I will make a mess of you right here since you don’t want me in your place” he pinches harder. You close your eyes at the slight pain and pleasure he gives you.

You don’t know what to do. You want something, anything, to fill you up. But he’s not giving it to you. You suddenly feel a warm sensation on your thigh. You open your eyes to see him sucking on it. He’s trailing his fingers up and down your hips while he sucks and licks on your inner thighs. 

If the teasing before wasn’t hell enough, this sure is. You can feel his wet tongue so close, unbearably close to your slit. Just like he did with your nipples, he swirls his way around but never on it. You want to buck your hips so you can feel the sensation you want, but his hands ground you to your seat when you try to. Even just his fingers would do, but still, you’re not getting those either. You can feel yourself throbbing down there. You begin to feel desperate. You want it so bad. You’ve never wanted it this bad.Tears were starting to well up at the corners of your eyes. 

You fist his hair which made him look up at you. 

“Kuroo please. I-I really can’t take it anymore.” 

He stops and hovers over you again. He brushes the strands of hair away from your face and kisses you softly. You grip his shoulders. You feel like melting. It was so gentle. You feel your body relax. His middle finger slowly, very slowly traces your slit, stopping at your clit. He lingers there, stroking it very gently. 

He pulls away from the kiss. 

“Should I put it in, y.n?” It wasn’t a permission for consent. He just wants to hear it from you that you want it. You absent-mindedly nod.

He shakes his head. “Tsk tsk. That won’t do, kitten.”

He pinches your nipple again. 

“Hnnnnng” 

“Let’s try again. Should I use my fingers now to fuck you?” 

That’s when you figure it out. He makes you lose control, something no one else has made you do. You’re used to men who are willing to do whatever you say just so they can have you in any way. You’re not used to this, and the alcohol in your system is making it harder for you to handle. You’ve never been this needy. 

“Yes please” your voice throaty.

He leisurely inserts his finger. You bite your lip as you feel the length penetrate you. He stares at you, as if watching how you’d react to him. You feel a bit self-conscious so you look away. His finger thrust slowly in you. Then, he puts a second finger in. Your mouth gapes from the stretch in your warm center. 

The pace of his fingers quicken. He is now pressing his thumb against your clit in circles while his fingers curl up while thrusting in you. You can’t do anything but close your eyes and savor the pleasure. 

You can feel it. You feel the build up in your groin. You suddenly feel his mouth suck on your nipples, one after the other. Your body arched up. Just one more push, and you know that you will get the release you’ve been chasing after.

He suddenly grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. His fingers slow down, but does not stop. 

“y.n” you open your eyes. “I want you to look at me when you cum.”

You’re about to protest, but his fingers start to move fast again. This feels so good. How can you not close your eyes? You feel your eyes shutting. 

He stops completely again. 

“This is the last warning you get, kitten.” He’s smiling, but there was an edge on his voice. 

“I will make you cum and you will look at me when you do so, understand?” his fingers moving again, but slowly only. You nod helplessly. You want to cum so bad. 

He pumps his fingers in and out of you much faster than earlier. His thumb going frantic on your clit makes you writhe under him. He goes on, not losing his rhythm. It isn’t long until you feel yourself climbing up your peak.

“I-I’m...ahhh.. Kuroo” you clutch his shoulders tighter, looking only at him. You barely recognize your voice. “Can I cum now?” your voice is desperate. You saw something flicker in his eyes, but, you don’t have the energy to read on it. You just want your release.

“Cum, y.n”

With that, you crash back down with your orgasm taking over your body. There was no stopping your eye from clamping shut this time. Your body thrashes wildly as you feel the pleasure spread from your center to the tips of your fingers and toes. You feel dizzy both from the rapture of your climax and intoxication.

He does not say anything and lets you ride your high. He sucks on your shoulder while slowing down his fingers. 

He looks at your post-orgasm state. You look so spent, so beautiful. Your hair is disheveled.  Your top is still hitched above your chest which is heaving as you take deep breaths. Your lips are a tad apart since you were breathing through your mouth as well. He regrets stopping in this spot. He wanted to eat you out but his back hurt real bad when he went down on you before. He should’ve brought you straight home. There, he can do whatever he wants with you. His idiotic, petty self got the best of him when you said that you do not want him in your place. If you don’t want to be fucked in your place, he thought at least your car would do. 

Looking at you now, he realized that he was so stupid. His place or yours, he will still fuck you senseless. When you asked him if you could cum, it was hell. He got a kick out of how you made him in charge of your orgasm. You were so hot and submissive. It drove him wild. He really would’ve fucked you then, but the constraints of your car wouldn’t let him do what he pleases.

He sighs. Now he suffers with the painful erection he has in his pants. 

You open your eyes and look at him.

“Hey. Can you fix my clothes? I can’t ughh.. anymore” your voice was weak and tired. 

He pulls up your pants and fixes your shirt. He also fixes your seat. You grab your tumbler and chug it. Then, you close your eyes again. 

“Umm. So where to?” he asks. He’s praying that you don’t change your mind. He’ll probably smack himself if you suddenly want to go home now.

“Weren’t we going to your place?” You don’t bother to open your eyes as you speak. “Just wake me up when we’re there.”

He smiles triumphantly and drives away.

 Part 2  |  m.list 

[itsinmydunah]

To Keep Each Other Safe

rated: T

Words: 3,943

Summary: Sometimes a fun hunting trip can go sideways.

A/N: A list of more specific warnings below in the end notes for those who are concerned.

Esme and Carlisle are my faves. I’m always lusting after more material for them. This one has literally been on my ipad for 3 years, incomplete. Finally got around to fixing it up. I may come back and make the ending more to my liking. Crossposted on ao3.

Let me know what you think!

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Carlisle was scheduled for a long shift at the hospital so the family had decided to drag Esme along so she wouldn’t be at home alone. She laughs as Emmett playfully drags her out of the house.

“C’mon, Esme! You don’t have to always be the doting wife waiting on Carlisle. Come have funnnnn with usss!” Rosalie shakes her head at her husband’s antics, running beside Esme as Jasper and Edward sprint off as fast as they can. They’re hours from home in the Canadian wilderness when they all part ways to go after their own animals. Emmett, Jasper, and Edward are more partial to large game that puts up a bit of a fight so they head farther into the forest. Esme finds herself parted from her daughters as they all search out their meals. There’s the rustle of deer off to her right and perhaps a moose—

Then there’s a sudden waft of a scent much sweeter than animal blood - and much more tempting. Esme holds her breath, frantic eyes darting around. The human didn’t smell close, but she didn’t want to further the temptation. She also doesn’t want for any of the kids to happen upon the human. None of them enjoyed killing people, and she didn’t want their fun hunting trip to turn into a reason for anyone to feel guilty.

She picks up the scent of her boys - the ones most likely to have a slip-up - and heads towards them. Before Esme can get much farther, she is knocked to the ground by a solid mass. The noise the collision causes is akin to a thunderclap. It’s completely unexpected, and she isn’t trained to anticipate attacks like Jasper. After nearly 100 years of peace with her found family, she doesn’t foresee violence around every corner as she had when married to Charles.

Esme squirms beneath the much larger body, the strength of the being easily quadrupling her own. She tries to scream but can’t. Her feet grapple for purchase on the snowy ground as she claws with diamond-hard nails at the figure pressing her down. She’s always chosen to be a pacifist. But, knocked down to the ground with a hand around her neck trying to wrench her head from her body, she wishes she had joined her children in play-fighting.

Esme feels helpless as she hears her skin begin to crack under the immense strength of the vampire above her.

She hardly remembers what pain feels like. The only particular moments she can recall is childbirth and being turned. This sudden onslaught, however, jogs her memory of other suffering. Of her first husband Charles raping her. Of him beating her. Of crawling on the cold tile of a bathroom with a swollen eye and bleeding nose. Being pushed down the stairs when dinner wasn’t good enough. Being tied to the bedposts over night until her wrists chafed so she couldn’t ‘disrupt’ Charles. Those memories had fallen somewhat to the wayside in the 94 years she'd been a vampire. The joy of being with Carlisle, of building a family with him and growing to love herself had pushed her human pains to the back of her complex mind.

Now, though, it’s all she can think about.

The vampire gets a bite in on her shoulder, and the sting begins immediately. Another to her neck, eerily close to where Carlisle had bitten her to change her. A last bite to her cheek has enough force behind it to rip, almost tear her diamond-hard skin away. She feels air flow under the wound, knows that her cheekbone must be exposed. She wants so badly to screech. Her kicking and bucking does nothing to dislodge the body above her. Despite not needing air, she feels suffocated, claustrophobic.

She wants free!!

She finally gets a scream out and is almost immediately freed. Edward. He must have heard her thoughts of terror and tracked her location. Edward and the vampire were both crouched in front of each other, growling. Esme remained on the ground, fingers curled into the cold slushy dirt below her. Suddenly she is pulled up by a gentle hand. A familiar scent fills her nose.

Rosalie.

“Esme?” Rose is good at staying calm when the need arises, always has been. For all her theatrics, she is a level-headed girl. Her voice now, however, gives Esme pause. She sounds frantic. “Are you alright? Esme?”

Esme looks down and sees that she’s trembling. Her hands are shaking, her knees are unsteady. Her clothes are torn, and there’s venom dripping from the bite marks on her body. She looks up to meet Rose’s eyes and suddenly her daughter knows. They have an unfortunately similar past.

“Oh, Esme.” Her daughter wraps warm arms around her.

Jasper, Emmett, and Alice are all surrounding the newborn in an instant, joining Edward in keeping the hissing figure corralled.

“He was just turned. He's confused. Mostly he's angry. He was on the trail of a human hiker until Esme came into his territory. He thought Esme was going to take his hunt." Edward relays the thoughts of the newborn, his gaze remaining fixed on the violent newcomer.

“Do you know who you are?” Jasper asks, his body transforming into a non-threatening stance. He has the most experience with newborns, he knows how they read body language.

The newborn just hisses and makes to attack who he sees as the easiest target - Alice. Alice is quick, dodging the attack and leading the newborn closer to Jasper. The blonde man has little patience for those who threaten his mate and family. He has the yowling newborn in a chokehold in seconds.

“Edward?” Jasper inquires. This momentary lapse in attention is enough for the newborn to sink his teeth into Jasper's arm. At this, Alice hisses, angered that her mate will feel pain. Emmett is there, yanking the newborn's head back, eyes darting to Rosalie’s. Rose nods, eyes flinty as she stays beside Esme, a comforting presence.

The newborn's head is torn off in a second. Emmett, Edward, and Jasper set about making a fire in a clearing and burning the body. Even the thick smoke doesn’t serve to pull Esme from her trance-like state. She remains shaky and catatonic - a statue stuck in its own misery.

“Esme." Alice joins the two, squeezing her way into the hug. Esme knows her well enough to know that she believes this is partially her fault for not seeing ahead to stop the attack. Esme, however, could never blame her. Instead she sinks into them all, unable to fully support herself. Jasper comes in close, right by his wife's shoulder.

"May I?" She knows what he's asking, and gratefully extends her dirty hand. He cups it in both of his and sends soothing waves her way. Love, tenderness, sympathy, understanding - everything he feels for her. He can't leech pain, but he can lessen it by increasing her pleasant emotions, allowing her to take some of his strength. The emotions he’s sending are made all the stronger by the contact.

She wants to thank him, but for some reason there’s an ache in her throat. Her vampire body doesn’t feel aches and bruises the way a human’s does. There is no blood gushing everywhere, just venom injuries or torn limbs and flesh. This feeling is like nothing she’s experienced before. Cold, like shock.

Jasper seems to understand, however, the gratefulness she can’t yet voice. "Of course, mama." Under normal circumstances hearing him say that would make her so happy. Jasper was older than her technically, and often felt foolish calling Esme "mother" even if he did see her as the matriarch of the family. For him to indulge her so meant that he could truly feel how much pain she was in.

“Esme,” Edward comes to her side, his eyes sorrowful. He can read the static-like buzz of her thoughts, can hear the low pained howl her mind is letting out. He shrugs out of his coat and dislodges Alice and Rose to wrap her up to preserve her modesty. “Would you like to head home, Esme?” He’s so gentle with her, straightening her hair out over collar of the coat and keeping his tone low. Edward remembers what it was like for her in the beginning, the flashes she got of her terrible marriage and the abuse she suffered. He remembers what things triggered her in the early days. He experienced it all along with her and helped her move past it and embrace her gentle soul and kind spirit.

It makes him ache to see her sent back to that time, even if just in memory.

Esme doesn’t speak, merely nods.

“Someone call Carlisle,” Edward murmurs, hooking an arm around his adopted mother. She can hear someone on the phone, hear the quiet tones of her children speaking to each other. She can’t make out the individual words, but the hum of their voices is a comfort.

Her first son indicates for her to climb onto his back. She hesitates for the first time since the incident. She hates to appear weak to her children. She likes the role she’s taken as comforter and provider and guide.

“Esme, no. We’re a family. We’ve all supported each other when we’ve needed it most. We love you.” Her eyes burn as if they want to release tears. But she can’t cry, hasn’t been able to in nearly a century. Edward gives her a hug, each of her children gather close and offer silent support. She nods her head in readiness and climbs onto Edward’s back, clinging to him tightly, her face in his neck. He squeezes her hands affectionately and they all begin setting back towards Washington. Her whole family remains tightly positioned together, she and Edward in the center of their group. Emmett spearheads and Rose and Jasper are beside them. Despite her still shocky state, she feels much safer.

When they’re close to Vancouver, Carlisle all but runs into them. His hair is severely windswept. If he were human he would’ve been winded from exertion and anxiety. The moment he received the call from Alice saying Esme had been attacked, he’d yelled an excuse to a coworker and left. He swore he’d never run so fast in his whole existence. His eyes lock on to his wife clinging to Edward, noting how somber their children’s faces are. Even Emmett looks dead serious. There’s no teasing about how fast Carlisle got there - just a respectful nod.

“Darling,” he approaches cautiously, not knowing where Esme’s mindset is. The call had startled him so thoroughly that he didn’t know what he was getting into. His hand rests softly on her back, rubbing soothingly. In his mind he asks how she’s doing. Edward says nothing, just shrugs a bit. Esme’s thoughts are all over the place.

The movement seems to arouse Esme to her whereabouts. She had been able to smell Carlisle close, but her mind was a wreck. Focusing on any one stimuli was too much. Nonetheless, she looks up to her husband. Her face immediately crumples. He sees the new bite mark on her face, the skin is angry looking from being viscously torn off the bone. It had to have been truly violent to have caused enough damage for healing to still be occurring so long afterwards.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Carlisle says, pained. He can’t help himself from taking her from Edward, from holding her tightly to him. She hisses when he brushes against her shoulder, and he looks at her in alarm. He gently eases the jacket away - now noticing that it’s Edwards, not her own - and sees how her shirt is torn. His eyes are then drawn to the bite on her shoulder and one that is overlapping the bite he placed on her neck to turn her. He can smell the venom of another on her, and his nostrils flare disapprovingly. Esme sees this, eyes cast towards the ground. Carlisle shakes his head, angry at himself for falling prey to his instincts. He hooks a finger under her chin gently, careful not to bother any of her wounds, and presses a kiss to her forehead in a benediction.

Their children are still near, but have moved out of visibility to give the illusion of privacy. It is against their instincts to go far away when their matriarch is harmed.

“I’m so sorry, Esme. My darling wife.” He wraps her up tight, arms banding around her smaller body, and she clasps to his front with her legs wrapped about his waist and good arm around his neck. “Should have been there with you. Failed you - oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. You must be hurting so.” He keeps whispering to her, pressing kisses to her hair, fingers gentle on her back as he soothes her (which in turn, soothes himself).

“Carlisle, please.” Her first words spoken since the attack are gravelly, her throat tight.

“Darling, what do you need?” He’s so ready to bend to her every whim, always has been. His existence had been so empty before her.

“To go home. Want to be in our home surrounded by our family and be safe.”

“Of course.”

-

He sets her down in their living room. Alice fetches his old-fashioned doctor’s bag that houses his most basic supplies. Carlisle removes gauze and sterile wet wipes. He seems to hesitate as he reaches for her face, eyes scanning over the bite there and the area of healing torn skin.

“This will hurt,” he murmurs, stroking over her unharmed cheek gently.

Esme nods absently. He knows to help speed up the process of healing and lessen the pain, he must remove as much of the foreign venom as he can. That requires opening the cuts and siphoning the venom out. To let the venom sit is to let it permeate and cause further irritation. No man-made metal tools are strong enough, so he must use his own nails to cut open his wife’s skin.

It’s not a task he’s looking forward to. But it is something that must be done.

Edward is close at his side, ready to lend a hand. Jasper sits next to Esme, sending calming vibes her way, Alice at his side. Rosalie stands behind her, stroking her hair and humming gently. Emmett is a steady presence nearby. Everyone is ready to support her, and despite the recent occurrences, she feels so lucky to have them all. This aid was something she had prayed for at her worst times.

Carlisle takes a steadying breath, and slices over the cut with his fingernail. Esme holds in a hiss as the clear venom leaks out. Carlisle takes a syringe of sterile saline and flushes the wound, patting with the gauze. He is paced and methodical in his work. This isn’t far off from what he spends his days at work doing. He keeps his eyes on the wounds, tries not to think too hard about the attack that caused it. If he does, he’ll drive himself mad. He’ll try to save the self-flagellation for when he is away from his dear wife, away from his son who is forced to witness his every thought.

His fingers slide over her cheek when he’s done cleaning the area. The tissue can now heal without a pocket of venom beneath it to irritate the process. Despite his careful work, a pale scar is already forming on the high point of her cheekbone. He tries hard not to fixate on it. There will be no way to get rid of it, to save Esme from this new addition to her visage.

Her neck is next. Carlisle slices open the skin over the poorly healing cut and immediately squirts sterile water over it. Esme hisses, trembling fingers squeezing at his knee. He murmurs an apology, leans down to press a kiss to her crown before resuming his work. The damage here isn’t nearly as dire as what was done to her face. For this, he is glad. More force applied to her neck could’ve meant her head could’ve been ripped clean off and —

Edward grunts and gives Carlisle a look.

The doctor closes his eyes for a moment. Best not to focus on how his wife could’ve died and he could be a widow right now if not for his kids.

Esme’s shoulder is last. Carlisle has to pull Edward’s jacket off to see the wound clearly. The tattered remains of Esme’s shirt cling weakly to her body. There are tears where the newborn’s nails ripped through. Carlisle had had a cursory look before, but now he really takes in the damage done. There is a quick inhale from Rosalie, and Carlisle can’t help but look up.

His daughter’s gaze is riveted to where Esme’s shirt is torn. Her brow is furrowed and her eyes haunted.

“Rose...” Emmett stands behind his wife and wraps her up tight in his arms. Edward sends a rare sympathetic glance her way, a hand moving to cover one of hers. For once Rosalie doesn’t hiss and shake him off.

Esme cranes her head cautiously, wincing at the tug on her skin the action causes. “Rosie, you don’t have to be here, honey.” His wife, even when in her own pain, always thinks of others. She and Rosalie share a violent past and understand each other in a way none of the others do.

“No, Esme. I’m here. I just...” Rosalie grimaces and snarls silently. Her teeth are bared and her face enraged at her own memories and the violence done to her mother. Emmett clenches his eyes shut in sympathetic pain behind her; he truly hates to see his mate in pain.

“I love you. Thank you, honey.” Rose gives Esme a wobbly smile and bends to kiss her hair. The blonde woman murmurs her affection into her mother’s locks.

Carlisle is so glad to have this family that supports each other. Suffering alone is terrible, he knows that much. He recalls cold nights alone and no one to commiserate with or help carry the burden of their existence.

“You alright if I finish this up, love?” He indicates to her shoulder. Esme nods, looking impossibly exhausted. Carlisle gently removes the tatters of her shirt and bra, noting how everyone in the room respectfully averts their gaze.

There are claw marks diagonally from Esme’s lower ribs, over her right breast, and up to her trapezius. The marks are a bright white but will fade back into Esme’s normal skin tone because of the lack of venom. Still, they look uncomfortable. The only area Carlisle can really help with is the bite at the cap of Esme’s shoulder. There is the distinct scent of foreign venom clinging to this spot. Once again, Carlisle slices in and flushes the area. Esme barely flinches at this last one. He hates that she’s grown so brave.

Carlisle pats the last irrigated wound, “all done, darling.” He leans forward and kisses her forehead, pushes her mussed hair back. There are twigs and mud clumped in her curls.

Esme leans forward and collapses into his chest. He catches her easily, wrapping her tightly in his hold. She’s soon curled into his lap with her face in his neck. “Can you clean my hair?” She asks quietly.

“Anything,” he says fervently, lifting her carefully and making his way to their bathroom. He hears the kids converge to sit in a circle of comfort near Rosalie.

-

Carlisle is so careful with her that she could cry. He washes the mud from her hair with a softly scented shampoo and smooths his fingers through to ensure that there’re no tangles. She’s seated in their large tub, knees drawn to her chest. Carlisle mindfully runs a loofah over her healing neck and shoulder, sluicing away the scent of the other vampire.

“I love you so much,” he whispers as he watches the water run over her pale skin.

Esme shifts in the tub to face him, still seated. “And I love you.” Carlisle cups her face in both of his hands, smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks as he just stares at her. His touch is so deliberate yet passionate. His eyes seem almost glassy as he pushes a strand of her wet hair from her face.

“I am happier than I can ever convey that you are safe.” If Carlisle had the capability, he would be crying. Knowing that Esme was almost lost to him is a harrowing thought. As soon as she came into his life, she became integral.

Esme suddenly stands, water streaming down her body as she steps out of the bathtub. Carlisle rises and grabs a fluffy towel for her, moving to begin to dry her off. He treats each limb of her body with tenderness. A separate towel is used to wring water from her hair. Carlisle is painstakingly cautious with her curls.

They move into the bedroom and Esme slips into one of Carlisle’s sweaters, some fuzzy socks, and a pair of soft shorts. Even though she doesn’t get cold, she still enjoys cozy clothing. She holds out her hand and Carlisle follows her without question. The instinct to be close is always present after something so harrowing.

The others are still huddled downstairs. At the sight of their matriarch, they make space on the couch. Esme cuddles in next to her husband and Rosalie. Alice, from her spot on Jasper’s lap, looks restless. “Esme... I’m sorry I didn’t see it coming. He must have caught the scent of the you before the vision could even come to me.”

Esme turns to look at her smallest ‘daughter’. She knows how heavily Alice relies on her visions to keep everyone safe. She isn’t a big, hulking being but she still loves her family fiercely. “I don’t blame you, Alice. Not one bit. The only person to blame is the newborn, and even he is difficult to blame because he was so young and no one showed him any better.”

Edward scoffs and shakes his head in wonder. “You and Carlisle are far too kind.”

Esme, in a surprising show of immaturity, rolls her eyes. “I’m certainly not okay with what happened. I’m.... still very uncomfortable,” she admits. Anything that reminded her of Charles and her previous suffering was unwelcome. She doesn’t like falling back into those memories. They make her feel small and scared again.

Carlisle smooths a large hand down her arm and tries to imbue all the love he can into the simple touch. He presses a kiss to her cleaned curls, breathing in the scent of her, safe and sound.

“We won’t let it happen again.” Edward says with an unearned confidence.

“You can’t promise that, sweetheart,” Esme chastises gently. Edward huffs because he knows she’s correct. “The only promise I ever need is that you all will be a support when needed.”

“Always,” Emmett assures. Rosalie nods beside him, her eyes determined. Jasper sends Esme waves of affirmation.

“That’s the most I can hope for. Having you all makes me very lucky.” Carlisle hugs her tight to his side.

“We’re the ones who are lucky to have you.” A ghost of a smile crosses Esme’s lips at her husband’s words. She presses a kiss to his neck and nuzzles in close. The comfort of her family soothes her. Despite her inability to sleep, she feels like this security in their presence is therapeutic. The murmurs of her family wrap her up warmly. She knows that everyone will be sticking close to her for the coming months.

————-

More in-depth warnings: In general, be aware that there are mentions of past assaults during Esme and Rose’s human lives. Mentions of Esme’s human husband, Charles. There are also mild descriptions of injuries done to a vampire.

[onthesandsofdreams]

An Investigative Vacation

Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale Rating: T Summary: “Zira, do you think the Loch Ness monster exists?” Words: 1343 Notes: For @mousedetective and @heart-lit, who both requested the same prompt [“Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”] First in my ‘100 ways to say I love you’ series. Also, @mousedetective, happy birthday!

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It comes up over dinner.

“Zira, do you think the Loch Ness monster exists?”

Aziraphale looks up from his plate, and frowns at the curious look of Crowley. “I – well,” he stumbles. “I honestly don’t know, perhaps? We exist, so it may also do. Why?”

Crowley takes a large mouthful of wine, “Curiosity, more than anything. I mean, we lost the unicorns. And I was wonder what exactly the monster is.”

“Well, I don’t know.” Aziraphale takes a far more measured drink of wine. “It would be interesting to see, well, to find out if it’s real and if it is, what it is.”

Crowley lets his glasses fall, and looks at Aziraphale from above them. “Think we should do our own investigation? We could go, wait it out for a bit and see if Nessie actually comes up for us.”

Aziraphale freezes and sets down the fork with food, “Well, I suppose it could be fun? Interesting too, to find if Nessie is real.” Then he frowns once more, “But if we get them on film or photograph, do you think they’d call it a hoax?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Crowley has returned to his steak. “But who says we have to publish it? It’s just us, a demon and an angel doing some research, for science.”

Aziraphale can’t help the laughter that escapes him. “Oh yes, science. Because that’s a thing you do.”

“Well neither do you.” Crowley shots back. “So, what do you say? You, me, the car and road trip to Loch Ness?”

There’s a part of Aziraphale that wants to say no, but the world is currently safe, and this is something relatively harmless. As Crowley has already pointed out, they do not need to say anything about their discovery, so he lets excitement fill him and grins, “Very well! Let us plan a weekend trip and see what happens!”

Crowley grins, “Oh thank Go – Sa – Somebody! I thought you’d say no.”

“Well, it’s harmless,” Aziraphale sits upright and puts a serious look on his face, but his eyes betray his good humor, “just two investigators on a private mission.”

“Cheers to that,” Crowley lifts his glass and they meet in the middle.

“I’ll drink to that,” Aziraphale agrees.

And that is how it goes. Aziraphale does the research, of course he does. He knows that it would take ten hours to drive from London to Loch Ness without rest, but he feels like they should make it a proper vacation, and on impulse, he suggests a week off. Crowley’s surprised, but accepts it delighted.

They pour over maps, and look for places to rest and visit in between. When all of it is ready, they pack their bags and ready themselves.

The make their way up North on a sunny Monday morning, they leave London behind, and soon enough they are several hours into their drive. There go there in silence, it’s a comfortable thing for them. There’s no need for them to fill it with nothing. Only music.

Halfway during their drive, they stop on the agreed point and spend the rest of the day just relaxing and eating good food and having a look around. There’s not much to see, but the small town is comfortable and so are their lodgings.

They spend the night and they leave in the early morning, they still have another five hours to drive to get to their destination.

“Do you think Nessie would come and greet us?” Aziraphale finally asks.

Crowley shrugs, “Who knows, maybe she’ll realize we’re different and she will.” Then turns to Aziraphale and grins, “Would that be hysterical, humans have been trying to spot her for decades, and she pops up to say to us?”

Aziraphale can’t help the smile, “Well, I’d be very honoured that she came up and say hello,” he then frowns, “we’re only taking phone pictures, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, she deserves her privacy.”

When they arrive, the village of Drumnadroicht is quite quaint. They set in their accommodations and simply relax, they just finished a five hour drive and while neither of them tire, it’s the principle of the thing, they find a place to eat and walk around a while. They leave their adventuring for the next day.

They rise early, and they have a quick breakfast and make their way to the lake. They decide for a boat, maybe they’ll have good luck on their first try. Aziraphale pay attention to the guide and Crowly simply stares at the lake, “Come on Nessie,” he hisses. “If you’re there, pop by and say hello to older things than you.”

Aziraphale discreetly shoves him with the elbow, “Dear, be nice.”

Crowley shrugs. And they spend several hours waiting, but they have no luck. They return and wonder around, find another place to eat from the previous day and opt out from the Nessie museum, they’ll go there the following day. They have, after all, a week.

“Can’t believe the audacity,” Crowley jokes, when it’s just the two of them. “We came all the way from London, and Nessie didn’t pop up.”

“How dare she,” Aziraphale laughs. “But dear, we still have a few days more. Who knows, maybe she’s shy?”

“Oh that’d be a first, a shy monster.”

It’s Aziraphale’s turn to shrug. “Well, her prerogative.”

The following day, they visit the museum, Crowley stares at the photo that was taken decades before, as if he could discern what it was with just sheer force of will. “I don’t remember her,” he says in a low voice to Aziraphale.

“Neither do I,” Aziraphale agrees. “But then again, our hand was not in everything.”

“True.” Crowley concedes easily enough. “Who do you think made her, if she’s real that is?”

“Not a single clue, maybe… you know.”

Crowley frowns and pursues his lips, but doesn’t say anything. When they are done with museum, they opt to try again at the lake. No luck again this time.

The following day, they visit Urquhart Castle and just wander around, and once more they try the lake, they come empty handed once again. And so it goes for the remaining days that they are there. It’s only when they are saying goodbye, late at night, that something moves in the lake, both rush forward and do their best to get their phones ready, but as soon as it pops, it’s gone. It leaves them more questions than answers.

“Bloody hell,” Crowley swears as he shoves his phone back. “It’s official, there’s something there and she’s mocking usss,” he can’t help that the hiss that elongates his last word. “Damn it.”

“That’s disappointing,” It’s Aziraphale’s response. “I told you, maybe she’s shy.”

“Well sshe just wassn’t sshy right now, jusst mocking.”

“Dear, you’re hissing again.”

Crowley’s blank look is all that Aziraphale gets. Then a shrug and Crowley turns to glare at the lake once more, and Aziraphale knows that Crowley is glaring, glasses or no, he could always tell.

They stay there an hour longer than they planned, but in the end, no other sign of anything. They leave, quite disappointed, they have a long drive tomorrow morning.

It had not been ideal, to make the ten hour drive, but their time is up. And while it’s true that they could stay another week, Aziraphale is reluctant to be away from his shop that long. And Crowley will indulge him in any ways that he can.

They have been driving for several hours, when Aziraphale turns towards Crowley and says, “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

And Crowley turns, and looks at Aziraphale’s soft face and understands what he means. Crowley gives him a cheeky grin, then checks there are no cars behind then and stops. They exchange places and Aziraphale takes the wheel, “Why don’t you nap a bit dear? I’ll drive for a while, then wake you.”

“Sure why not,” Crowley doesn’t mind. “Just take care of my car.”

“Always dear, always.”

And they continue their journey home, safe and sound.

[zillyeh]

Something in the Eyes

Word count: 1399

Content warning: The teeniest implication of drugs at the end, if I overlooked smth lmk

Synopsis: Genny and Zippie have a fun conversation outside the Jackknife :)

Docs Version

   It wasn't surprising that a paranoid hemoanon didn't care for a rainbowdrinker. Gengun understood. It wasn’t as if he were helping their cold friendship along any by flirting with her girlfriend. Presumed girlfriend? Zipper had some stake in Bess, but the two were both still cagey about it.

   Either way. Genny was unbothered by Zippie’s… borderline hostility for the most part. Sure she was crazy, but not to an extent that Gen felt in danger from her. 

   "Felzee!" 

   He still shrunk back when he heard her bark his name. Perhaps because he'd never introduced himself with his last name, but that was besides the point.

   Gen hardened his expression a bit, taking his hand off his bike handle. This was one of the Jackknife's lazier nights. Gen wouldn't have come otherwise. He figured it was time for him to mosey on out when it started emptying for real. Apparently Zipper figured it was prime time to… come corner him outside? Gee he sure hoped not.

   "What's up, Undertaker?" He asked coolly, fishing in his pocket for his lighter. Zipper was… harsh. Even in the low light. Angles where there wasn't muscle, uncomfortably hornless and scarred where they once were. It was hard to not be unsettled by her. 

   "I got a bone to pick with you." Zippie said. Gen sighed around the cigarette in his mouth.

   “I'm not into fighting you.” He said, attempting to sound less bothered than the prospect of that made him feel. “Wanna light?"

   "Yes but no." Her zipper mask was mercifully undone enough for her not to be muffled. "I'm not here to kick your ass for making eyes at my bartender. It's more a question bone."

   "Right... Question bone." Gen ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at his bike. Was running worth it? Maybe, but… it was rare he got to actually speak to her. Uh. At least on more… neutral terms. This would be fine. Right? As long as you know who didn't rear their ugly head.

   "Uh, go on, I guess. No promises, I got an answer."

   "I think you do." She said, crossing her muscular arms over her chest. Gen eyed her tattoos in the darkness as she spoke. "You know what I got going on under the skin?"

   "What?" Gen was half caught off guard by the wording of the question, half lost in the eyes of the skull on her bicep. Zipper batted her grey disguised eyes impatiently. Oh. Oh! 

   "Oh, uh, no. I'm uh. Don't really have the nose for caste. I mostly gotta go by temperature." Was he… in trouble here? The Undertaker's expressions were inscrutable on a good night, but in the low light outside her club she might as well not have a face.

   Her hard eyes took in Gengun suspiciously. Those contacts of hers caught just enough light to see them clearly. They were, in Gengun's opinion, the most terrifying part of her. Exhausted, heavy lidded, injured in some permanent way around the sclera. Her long lashes were nowhere near enough to soften her sharp gaze. It was enough to make Gengun debate hopping on his motorcycle again.

   "...Alright." Zipper said finally. Gengun blew out a nervous cloud of smoke.

   "Uh, sorry if that's been bugging you. I didn't really think about it 'til recently." He said, whatever façade of strength he'd wanted to put up against her gone.

   "It's fine." She said, arms still crossed over her chest. "...Is that cigarette offer still open?"

   Gen nodded fumbling in his deep pockets again for his box. A chill on this unseasonably warm spring evening shot up his spine as his fingers closed around his lighter again. 

   Hee hee.

   "Oh goddammit." Gen said under his breath. He glanced back to Zipper, then once again to see her… frozen? There was something else in her eyes now. Fixed on something behind him, wider than Gen had ever seen them and… Afraid? No, not quite. More like… Bracing for impact.

   "Hi ladies." Sulphur's rasp of voices said over Gengun's shoulder. Their near corporeal fingers dug into his shoulder.

   "Oh fuck off you." Gen grumbled. He was hoping that tonight would have been warm enough to deter them until he got home. Oh when would lady luck stop being so annoyed with him?

   "You see that too?" Zipper asked, a waver to her voice that made Gen more uncomfortable than when she was pissed off.

   "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. That's my uh… Parasite."

   "Bitch." 

   “Cunt.”

   Sulphur made a choking noise that could have been a scoff. Zippie relaxed slightly.  Gengun groaned and waved his lighter at the shadow, Sulphur disappearing where the flame light touched it. They still didn't fully disappear, though. Genny's frustration seemed to amuse them. 

   "I'm busy. Go catch fire."

   "So mean to usss." That cloud of darkness hissed childishly, avoiding a swipe of Gen's lit cigarette. They giggled and put themself between him and Zippie.

   "WE think you should introduce us to your friend." They said. Their glowing yellow eye spots traveled across their 'torso' to look at Zipper.

   "I don't want an introduction." Zippie said, something steely in her eyes now. That waver in her voice was gone for the most part.

   "You're rude too." Sulphur huffed.

   "Damn right I am. Felzee. Can you-"

   "If I could they wouldn't be here." Gen pinched the bridge of his nose. "Best thing I can do is scoot, left my good matches at home." Zipper hummed thoughtfully and looked at her hands.

   "Thinking about caressing my face, masky?" Sulphur teased, the amorphous black blob sprouting hands again. "I don't think you can.~ Sad. You're handsome." 

   Gen grimaced, but through Sulphur he could see Zippie spark.

   "Uh huh." She said, her eyes a brilliant glowing crimson. "We can test that, yeah?"

   Before Gen could really process what was happening in front of him, Zippie grabbed Sulphur’s arm. Physically. As if they were made of flesh.

   "How-"

   "How-"

   "Lookie ookie at that, huh?" Zippie sounded unsurprised. Gen backed away a few steps. "Let's see…" 

   Whatever Zipper had coursing through her veins was dangerous. Her whole arm sparked red, from her shoulders to her fingertips. Sulphur howled an awful noise as her electricity not just disappeared them, but seemingly shattered them. They ripped to pieces in a flash, and just as quick as they came they were gone.

   "Holy shit." Gen breathed. Zippie shook out her wrist, those raised metal bumps in her skin shining in the light.

   "Uh, can you teach me how to do that?" He asked, maybe half serious. He was sure that wouldn’t be permanent. Nothing with Sulphur was. She laughed, some bitterness to the raspy sound.

   "Trust me, you don't wanna know where that comes from."

   "Right. You seem… kind of unphased. By that." Gens eyes were still fixed on that spot Sulphur had disappeared from. Undertaker indeed.

   "Easier deal with than mine." Zippie shrugged. 

   "Yours?" Gen tilted his head slightly. Zippie chewed her lip and looked back to her club. Light poured out the front door as the last couple stragglers were encouraged out onto the sidewalk. The unmistakable figure of Bessba waved at the two of them- or maybe just Zippie.

   "Nevermind." She sighed, giving her probably girlfriend a wave back. "Forget the smoke too. I'll get in trouble." She eyed Gen appraisingly before putting one of her hands at about eye level.

   "You want some juice before you go?" She asked, sparking green this time. Was she really going to ask him that after what Genny had just witnessed? Sure he had an idea of what that other one did, but… 

   "Pass." Gen said, eying her hand warily. That would be an experiment for another time.

   "Suit yourself." Zippie shrugged. She patted his arm in the way an uncomfortable paternal figure might a child. "Good talk."

   "I'll, uh, catch you later, Undertaker.” Gen said with a wave. Zipper snorted as she turned to return to her club.

   “Watch out for yourself Felzee.” She said. After a few steps she turned on her heel to walk backwards- a dangerous act in those boots of hers. “Also if I don’t see you in my church its Zippie.”

   “Uh, yes... sir.”

   Zippie barked out a laugh that actually sounded amused. With that she left Gengun on the sidewalk. This time blissfully, actually alone for the first time in what felt like ages.

[disco-tea]

Let’s talk about dancing.

Okay so I know a lot of people tend to headcanon that Five isn’t much of a dancer and I think that’s *mostly* true but I have hope that there’s a funky lil dancer in there somewhere and I really wanna see him (and Ben) dance so bad. So here’s how I could see it happening.

Either it would be when he’s completely by himself and it’s a song he likes and he has a moment like Diego in S1 and just closes all the doors and makes sure he’s alone before letting loose and allowing himself to dance.

Or.

If it were to happen with other people around I could see it being with Vanya and maybe somehow our Ben?? Anyway, so maybe they’re just chilling for once and they’ve had a few drinks and Vanya is a bit tipsy and starts to dance along with Ben because there’s a good song on the radio. Five just shakes his head and smiles as he watches them from the bar/table where he’s finishing his drink. After a few moments, Vanya is like “come dance with usss” and Five just gives a small smile and quietly declines. He goes to take another swig from his drink but almost spills before he can get it set down because suddenly Vanya is there and is pULLING HIM AWAY FROM THE TABLE AND ONTO THE DANCEFLOOR. He’s not mad but he is resisting by letting his feet drag and spluttering protests like “no, no, Van, I’m too old to dance no—“ But Vanya is undeterred and starts dancing again and when Five doesn’t join in she lightly takes his arms and sways them along with her while he stands there completely limp. Eventually Five starts to loosen up and bob his head and move his shoulders to the beat (like in the promo) and after a few more drinks he loses the tie and the jacket and we find out he has both the worst and most adorable old man dance moves ever. Eventually they’re all very drunk and dancing horribly but they don’t care because they’re smiling and laughing and honestly it’s the most fun Five has had in 45 years.

Then, of course, there’s also the option of a clothes shopping scene like we’ve also talked about which I would also absolutely adore. Either way, I just want to see him dance darn it lol

[dontasktheradiodemon]

Peace Talks, Pt. 2 (3/5/2021)

Alastor visits Sir Pentious/Telly (@usedhearts) after learning from Alastor’s alternate about their falling out, to get his side of the story and open up potential truce renegotiation discussions from Telly’s side.

Apparently Alastor’s reaction to being told “Sir Pentious exacted devastating cruel revenge against a former ally” is to go “that’s so hot, I want to put my mouth on his mouth”—even if said former ally is another Alastor. We won’t think too hard about what this says about Alastor’s self-image.

(Part 1 where Alastor got his alternate’s side is here.)

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 Oh Telly my brilliant, my beautiful, my utterly irresistible, mon roi de la mer!

🎶 How soon could I come over to have a conversation with you?

usedhearts

🎩 AS SOON AS YOU WISH, MY DARLING DEER! MY STERLING STAG! BUT PLEASE A REQUEST! BRING DINNER? 😘

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 I'd be delighted to! Any requests? I'll probably pick something up for speed's sake!

usedhearts

🎩 SOMETHING MEATY! PERHAPS STEAK OF SOME KIND, IF YOU CAN FIND SOME TO GO? I'LL TAKE MINE RARE! 😍

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 Delicious idea! I can get a couple of raw steaks and a dry rub and whip up two steaks in your kitchen in twenty minutes! Pre-made sides will be fine.

usedhearts

🎩 THAT SOUNDS LOVELY, MY DARLING! I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND IF I WATCH YOU COOK! I LOVE TO WATCH YOU WORK! 💞

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 Consider the feeling mutual! We can talk while I cook.

usedhearts

🎩 WONDERFUL! I AWAIT YOU, AND YOUR LOVELY VOICE, MY DARLING DEER!

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 I'll be there in a few minutes!

usedhearts

🎩💞💗💋🌹🐍💘🦌

dontasktheradiodemon

🎶 https://youtu.be/AB5L_S3aIDI 🎶

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Alastor

As promised, it’s only about ten minutes before Alastor spontaneously appears in the kitchen, wielding bags from a restaurant and two different grocery stores. “Dinner has ariiived!” He dumps the restaurant bag in the middle of the table—just side dishes—and immediately busies himself hunting out a frying pan.

Sir Pentious

Telly slithered in, shed of his usual coat and in just his shirt and vest. Immediately, he beelined for Alastor, pulling him up and planting a kiss on his lips.

"Good evening, my darling," He cooed, releasing Alastor to bend down and grab a large cast iron pan out of the cabinet. "Looking for this?"

Alastor

“Yes.” He wasn’t even looking at the iron pan. He was looking directly in Telly’s eyes. “Hi.”

He’d been thinking about one thing, over and over, since his conversation with his alternate: the way Sir Pentious had stabbed him in the back. Tracking down his radio stations—places as precious to him as if they were his children, places that were like pieces of his own soul—and destroying them, gutting them to fill them with a new alien technology—all out of sheer vengeful spite. The knowledge had been roiling and boiling in his mind, scalding hot, his thoughts on it too tumultuous for him to figure out how he actually *felt* about it.

The moment he looked at Telly, putting a face to the crime, he knew exactly how he felt.

He pressed Telly back against the nearest cabinet, wrapped his hands around Telly’s back and head, and kissed him as hard as he could.

Sir Pentious

Telly leaned into the kiss, pan set on the counter and forgotten for the moment as he kissed Alastor back. His arms slid around his waist, pulling him closer, pressing their chests flush together.

He was breathing hard when he pulled back, an almost goofy smile on his face. "_Goodness_, seems someone missed me, didn't he?" He purred, pressing another kiss to Alastor's cheek.

Alastor

Alastor let out a groan so deep and low in his throat it sounded like the buzz of some ancient electrical equipment. “You have *no* idea.” He kissed Telly’s cheek, then his jaw, the down his neck. “I just spoke to my alternate,” he murmured against Telly’s throat. “He told me what he did to you and what you did back. I’ve *got* to know—the radio towers, was that your idea or blockhead’s?”

Sir Pentious

Telly hummed, his eyes sliding shut as he tilted his head, allowing Alastor more room to kiss. One his mine caught up to Alastor's words, however, his eyes flashed open and he pulled back, hands on Alastor's shoulders. His hood flared and his face went through a veritable maelstrom of emotions, before settling on halfway between disdain and shame. So, a scrunch.

"He told you? I....well, it...it was both of our ideassss. He wasss looking to gain a ssstronger foothold, and I dessssperately needed to curry favor with ssssomeone, and sssso we planned it together. I wassss ssso angry with Al-- Leclerq that I didn't even ssstop to get a written agreement before I sssstarted the processssesss."

Alastor

Alastor was kissing air for half a second before his brain registered the fact that Telly pulled back. Alastor’s eyes flew open. That wasn’t what he was going for.

He cupped Telly’s cheek, eyes wide and glowing so bright they were practically on fire. “It’s utterly *vicious,*” he hissed. “Poor choice of accomplice, and don’t get me wrong, I feel for my other—but good lord! What a *coup de maître*! Oh, the absolute *horror* that went through me when I heard!” He pressed his forehead to Telly’s. “You *amaze* me!”

Sir Pentious

His eyes widened further, somehow, but he allowed the press of foreheads. "You're....not upssset? About what I did to him?"

Telly frowned, but his arms slid around Alastor, almost cautiously. "I'm sssorry I didn't tell you before, about all that, but I didn't really think of it while we were, well...you know. It's a sssore ssspot for both of usss. I'm sssurprisssed he talked about it at all."

Alastor

“No no no, I’m not.” He rubbed Telly’s back soothingly. “An hour ago, yes. If I think about it too hard from his side of things, sure. But I don’t *have* to think about it from his side of things, do I? Most people are too stubborn to flip off that switch if they get too het up about something on a friend’s behalf, but I’ve got no problem with it!” (That “switch” he can flip off so easily is empathy. He sort of assumes other people can also choose to turn it off whenever it’s convenient.)  “But it just shows me what you’re capable of when somebody crosses you.” Alastor pulled his forehead back from Telly’s to grace him with a brilliant smile. “And *wow.* Wow!”

Sir Pentious

He's relaxing now, but still pretty baffled by this reaction. "Here I wasss preparing to explain mysssself from my point ssside of thingsss and defend my actionssss, but you're....impressssed inssstead?" Telly blinked and leaned against Alastor, setting his cheek against his shoulder.

"I admit that I am confusssed by thisss."

Alastor

“I *do* want to hear your side of the story, don’t get me wrong—but yes, I am impressed! It’s terrifically wicked!” He said this with undisguised warmth in his voice and capped it off by nuzzling his cheek against Telly. “I can mourn for those stations on my own time. Anyway, it’s not *my* universe.”

He ran a hand down Telly’s hood. “And... I admit, it’s... On some level, it’s also a relief.”

Sir Pentious

"A relief? How ssso?" He relaxed further into the touches, a purr starting in his chest, his arms holding Alastor close.

"I'll tell you anything you asssk..."

Alastor

Alastor let his arms droop to wrap loosely around Telly’s back. Carefully, he said, “You know what I did in my universe. To... the one I knew. And it ended the same for him—lost his territory, his title, and his respect. Except he didn’t come after me. When we cross paths, he’ll take a potshot or two at me, sure, but...” He let out a quiet sigh. “If there’s a universe where *some* version of me got punished for betraying you, good. And if it’s *yours*, all the better. It puts us on more even footing.” He nudged Telly’s tail with the tip of his shoe, “So to speak.”

Sir Pentious

He snorted at the nudge and his tail moved to curl around Alastor's ankle. "I thought it would be two birdsss with one sssstone-- get back in with the Overlordsss, perhapsss get my ssstanding back in order, and get revenge on the one who causssed the downfall in the firssst place. But I was ssstupid, and I trusssted....you know who. I didn't think to make it a formal deal ssso that he'd HAVE to give me what he promissssed. But V...him, he's sly, and far, far too cunning for hisss own good. I heard that even in life he wassss a conman. Makesss sssenssse to me."

Telly sighed and he nuzzled against Alastor's neck. "I did pick sssome of the more abandoned ssstationsss though. Desspite it all, he WASSS a friend once, and I knew the one he hung around mossst and decided to leave that and a few othersss be. But the ressst were oursss to take, not like he guarded them or anything. People were far too ssscared of him to even attempt breaking into any of them."

Alastor

Alastor’s smile partially wilted. “You’re not a dealmaker like him. You weren’t stupid, you were desperate.” Dozens of times he’d seen his own Sir Pentious floundering, launching half-baked attacks on too-strong enemies, and thought to himself *damn you, why are you being so stupid?!* He’d always known why.

“That’s how things were in my neck of the woods. I—lost hold of most of the stations under my protection—but only the FM stations. No one touched AM. Too scared of me for that.” He huffed, a tired smile on his face; but it wilted again. “Difference is most of the stations I lost weren’t shut down completely, just added to a big network. But the difference between getting shut down and getting networked is sort of like the difference between getting murdered and getting zombified.”

Sir Pentious

"Desssperation breedsss ssstupity, unfortunately. I ssshouldn't have trusssted him, though, I mean thisss ISSS Hell after all. No one to trussst but yoursssself-- well, mossstly." He smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Alastor's neck.

"I regret it now, if only becausssse doing that let Vo-- _him_ take control that much quicker. Now he'sss everywhere and I'm left in the dussst. Bassstard."

Alastor

He tilted his head encouragingly, oh please, keep that up. “We all know better about him now than we did back then. And next go around, we’re not going to underestimate him.” He smirked. “But think of it this way. He’s spent the last seventy years helping build *your* future industrial empire.”

Sir Pentious

Oh, that purr is starting up again, deep and rumbly, and he continued to press kisses along Alastor's throat.

"You know, you're very right," He murmured, lips never leaving the spot they laid. "I'll take back what's mine and leave him shattered and broken." And he kissed up the neck and then across the cheek, back to Alastor's lips, nipping at them before diving in for a deep kiss.

Alastor

He kept talking as Telly trailed kisses up toward his mouth: “He’s spent half a century stamping his name on everything he can get—but a decade after you’re done with him, nobody will remember his name.” And then he dove eagerly into the kiss, all lips and teeth and tongue.

Sir Pentious

Telly returned all the lips and teeth and tongue he got, his arms tight around Alastor, the purr thrumming deep in his chest, like a motor running. He pulled back to breath, panting against Alastor's lips. And that's when his stomach decided to growl.

He laughed, and pulled back a little more, but not before giving Alastor one last kiss. "I think I'm in need of dinner, darling..."

Alastor

He was about ready to dive back in when Telly spoke, and he abruptly remembered the two steaks patiently waiting on the counter. “Right! I was going to... right, yes.” He reluctantly stepped back. “To be continued.” He laughed, took the frying pan, and turned on the stove to start heating. “Do you want to get the veggies ready while I’m cooking? They just need to be plated and maybe reheated a little when the steaks are ready.”

Sir Pentious

"To be continued," He repeated, beaming at Alastor. He nodded and got plates from the cabinet, setting them on the table. "Could you turn on the oven, darling? They I can pop these in and get them reheated."

Telly started to parcel the veggies onto the plates.

Alastor

“Sure!” He turned it on. “And, while everything’s cooking—do you want to give me your full side of the story with my alternate? You just told me about your involvement with the boob tube, but the rest...”

Sir Pentious

He blinked at the phrase-- 'boob tube'? Hm.

"Right. So, I was still riding high off my entrance to Hell-- one doesn't make THAT big of a splash without causing waves!" He laughed. "I'd brought so much knowledge with me into Hell, I jumpstarted the boom of electricity and steam power, and machines! So many people wanted a piece of me and my time and my brain, it was intoxicating. I became an Overlord and then Alastor-- er, Leclerq dropped in. His caused a ruckus and was also ushered into Overlord-dom, though he never cared for it. We met at a soiree of one Prince or other, I can't recall. We were both eager to meet one another-- apparently I made it into history books! He'd heard of me, at the least.

"So we got to talking, and found we liked one another, started going to the parties we were invited to together-- would go out and cause some chaos, you know, destroy things and the like. Then I started to include him in my plans. He seemed to enjoy it, at first, but after some time, he started to grow distant, pursued other things, but _I_ thought things were fine and continued to tell him about my plans-- the big push that was coming took a while to prepare for. And when the big day came, he simply...didn't show up. My plan didn't work without him and so it failed. I failed.

"It had been a risky maunuver I was planning, and so I lost it all: my status, my title, most of my territory....I was devastated. He never told me why. And we didn't speak after that."

Alastor

He listened quietly as he seasoned and then started cooking the steaks. Every few sentences, his heart would squeeze again. So much so similar to his own universe—how was it that both the broad strokes and the tiny details could fit together so neatly, but then the emotional core at the center of the story could have diverged so wildly? He so often found himself wondering: he could understand alternates of his that had never fallen under Sir Pentious’s spell simply because they’d never gotten to know him, but how could the ones that had once been his friend have ever gotten bored with him?

Sometimes he wondered if there were other versions of himself who’d had the same story he had, and run for the same reasons he had. Other alternates who lied to their alternates about why they ran, just like he lied. He couldn’t believe he was the sole outlier.

When the story was over, he was silent for a moment, turning it over; and then, so he didn’t have to think of something more important to say, he said, “You don’t have to keep calling him by another name. I’m Alastor, he’s Alastor, it’s fine. The context is enough to know who you’re talking about.”

Should he tell Telly why his alternate had left? Was it his place to share that information? Would it enrich Telly’s afterlife to know that his friend and ally had tossed him aside for no reason but boredom? He doubted it.

Sir Pentious

Telly sighed, taking the plates and sticking them in the oven to heat. He then wrapped his arms around Alastor's waist, putting his chin on his shoulder.

"I call him that because I want to differentiate the two of you in my mind. Because _you_ are mine now and it's easier for me to think of him as Leclerq now than it is to think of him as Alastor." He pressed a kiss to his cheek and moved to whisper in Alastor's ear. "And I don't want to be moaning his name in the throes of passion, only yours."

Alastor

Alastor cracked up laughing so hard he had to lean back against Telly for balance. That was the *last* concern that would have crossed his mind. “F-fair enough!”

Sir Pentious

Telly laughed too, pressing his cheek to Alastor's as he held him tight. "So, you can see why I don't want to call him Alastor anymore!"

He leaned his head closer to the stove and flicked out his tongue, humming in delight. "Oh, those smell delicious, are they almost done?"

Alastor

“Almost! I just need to brown the sides a little.” He should rotate those, in fact—the sides cooked fast, he couldn’t let them sit too long. He stretched out so he could turn them without having to take his weight off of Telly. “Just a minute or two more.”

Sir Pentious

"Mm, good, I'm hungry." And he's back to kissing at Alastor's neck. One might question what he was more hungry for, the steak or his boyfriend.

Alastor

Don’t mind him if he unbuttons his collar a little. “Well, if you need an appetizer...” Idiot’s just asking for an anti-venom shot *and* for the steaks to burn.

Sir Pentious

Oh, and if that wasn't the most appetizing sight. His tongue flicked out to touch at Alastor's skin, and his mouth opened, fangs resting on his neck-- and he scraped the tips ever so gently....before pulling back. He did, however, kiss the spot he'd just teased.

"After dinner, love," He murmured, voice a tad rougher than normal. "You'll be my dessert..."

Alastor

He spent that glorious moment with his eyes shut and his fangs digging into his lower lip in anticipation for a bite that never came. The disappointment was sheer torture.

“Glad I didn’t bring dessert, then.” He had, in fact, totally forgotten about the concept of dessert.

And there were the steaks done! He carefully pulled the hot plates out of the oven, set a steak on each one, and left them on the counter. “Grab whichever you want!” He turned off the oven and stove.

Sir Pentious

Telly looked at the two and contemplated for a moment before grabbing the one on the right. He slithered to the table and set it down, settling himself.

"Oh! Silverware, I forgot about that-- in the drawer right next to you, darling."

Alastor

And it was a good thing Telly had remembered, because there were 50/50 odds Alastor would have just picked up the steak and chowed down.

With forks and knives accounted for, he sat himself as well. “So! The reason all this came up with my alternate is because *he* wanted to know why I intervened in your brawl, and *I* want to know what it’s going to take to prevent one of those fights from happening again. I don’t like seeing you missing chunks of flesh and covered in blood.” Particularly when the bite marks looked so much like his own. “He sounds willing to stop the brawls, but frankly I don’t think he’s got a clue how to make that actually happen. But he’s going to think about it and I said I’d talk to you about the possibility. So!”

Sir Pentious

Telly cut into his steak and took a bite, mulling that over. "Well, one thing is he could stop insulting me at every given opportunity. He does that quite a lot. Jokes at my expense, ectetera. He just makes my blood boil."

He huffed and ate more of his steak, and even a few of the veggies, look at that. "I don't want it to happen, but it just does, sometimes, the fights. The old hatreds come bubbling to the surface and we just brawl. I'd rather not be missing chunks too, though."

Alastor

“Frankly, that sounds like a perfectly reasonable suggestion to me! But if I were him, which I am, I wouldn’t put my faith in any deescalation tactics that depend on me keeping my mouth shut if I think of a quip that I know will make everyone mad but is objectively hilarious.”

Sir Pentious

"Yes, I'm well aware." He snorted, glancing over at Alastor. "You are really quite incapable of staying quiet for long enough to come up with those quips of yours."

He smiled fondly as he spoke. "As for Leclerq, though, other than avoidance, which is near impossible now, I don't know what we can do. Perhaps just keeping you between him and myself would be deterrent enough."

Alastor

His smile half-twisted into a grimace. “I’d rather not do that if we can find any other solution. I fear I’ll only be able to get away with just dragging you two apart for so long. And if I’m forced to pick a side...”

He glanced down, remembered his place was there, and dug into his own food—imagine that, getting so distracted by a conversation he nearly forgot he had *food!* (And delicious food, at that.) “But ‘avoidance and sheer willpower’ was all he was able to suggest, along with extending the truce to outside the Hotel. Although he *did* offer that he’d be willing to open negotiations with you.”

Sir Pentious

"Negotiations? Hmm." He popped more steak into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "I suppose that could be good for us, as long as there are third parties present who will force us to behave."

He glanced over at Alastor. "You and maybe....Valera? Though she is pregnant right now, I wouldn't want to have her where things have a chance of getting violent. Perhaps we could stay in a holding pattern of sorts until she has the egg and then negotiate. I can put off my renovations of the Hotel until then, I feel. Besides, I still have an airship to repair."

Telly took another bite and then remembered something. "Oh! Yes, we still need to move the airship to another location. I have another warehouse that I've found that will work well, and it's abandoned and the original owner got exterminated so it's up for grabs. But before we do that, I would like to get the cloning machine up and running to make more Egg Bois, I'm running dangerously low on them."

Alastor

Alastor clicked his tongue doubtfully. “They’re not quite as neutral a party as I’d like. I hear rumors my other’s been spending half his time under Valera’s couch these days.” God knew why. Seriously, a couch? “If a fight starts and if for some reason the two of us aren’t able to break it up and we have to pick sides, I’m worried they might take his. And I don’t like our odds then.”

Granted, Alastor wasn’t a wholly neutral party either. But he didn’t mind unfairly stacking the deck on his *own* team’s side.

He liked this new topic better. “Say, one of those blueprints you ran by me—wasn’t one of those for a cloning thingamajig?” He’d only gotten a quick glance at them before being uncharacteristically overwhelmed with emotion and losing the ability to read. “I don’t suppose you need some assistance with that?”

Sir Pentious

He had noticed that too, how chummy they'd seemed online, but he pushed that thought aside for heist thoughts instead.

"Yes! It was. I have most of what I need to rebuild it here, but there are a few key components that I don't have access to-- but I know where they're kept. I was actually planning on running it by you, as you'd be the key to us getting in and out undetected. I remembered what you did with that alarm at the mall and I figured that you'd be able to do something similar at the facility where these parts are! Once I have them, then it'll be quick to get the cloning machine back up and running."

Alastor

Alastor’s grin widened. “Well, now—it depends on their security! I’m lucky with that mall, they’ve got this automated wireless signal that notifies an off-site security office about breaches, really cutting edge stuff—but not so cutting edge I can’t block the outgoing alarm signal and fake the ‘all clear’ the office is supposed to send to shut off the alarm.” Studio laughter. “Depending on the facility and their setup, I might be able to do something similar; and if I can’t, I might be able to do something different! I’d be thrilled to find out.”

Sir Pentious

"Well, then that's the first thing we should figure out-- their security! Though it will be difficult to case it, considering the two of us do stand out quite a bit and I can't send the Eggs to do something this delicate. We'll just have to be careful." Oh, that mind of his was churning as he finished his meal.

"Mm, we WILL need to bring a few of the Eggs with us during the heist itself to carry the things, they're too heavy for just us to carry...unless...." His smile grew wide and he tapped his chin with a claw. "How small of a portal can Hentai fit a tentacle through?"

Alastor

“I can shapeshift,” Alastor offered. “Shapeshifting and glamours both. Or send shadows to check out the place, they’re hard to spot, particularly in the dark.” His grin widened as well, and he leaned forward, propping his chin in a hand. “I’ve done back alley surgery with Hentai before. We could flick off an angel dancing on the head of a pin without touching her dance partner.”

Sir Pentious

Telly leaned over, taking Alastor's free hand in his, squeezing it. "Oh, darling, I could kiss you, and I will, most ravenously," He purred.

"All right. It'll take me a few days to figure out and solidify the plan and stages of it, but with you, we'll be able to make quick work of it. And then, once I have the machine cranking out Eggs again, we can move the ship and I can set them working doubletime, and my ship will be in tiptop shape so quick that Vox's head will _spin._"

Alastor

He squeezed Telly’s hand back, heart fluttering—oh, good God, he hoped his heart never did that again. “I can’t wait! Keep me updated on the planning, won’t you?”

Sir Pentious

"Of course, darling, of course. I'll tell you about every step and leap my mind makes of his journey." He moved around the table, his arm sliding around Alastor's waist. "Now, how about my dessert, hm?"

Telly smirked and leaned in to press a kiss to Alastor's neck.

Alastor

Alastor shoved the last of the steak in his mouth—he’d done more talking than eating—and then slid off his seat and into Telly’s embrace. “And dessert is served!” He slid an arm around Telly’s neck and leaned right in for a kiss. (Alastor probably tastes like steak. On the bright side, at least it’s the same as the steak Telly just finished.)

Sir Pentious

And the steak tastes delicious still-- extra spice for the kiss, even as Telly laughed into it. His arms wrapped fully around Alastor, squeezing them together.

"Shall we retire to the bedroom, my darling?" He muttered against his lips.

Alastor

“That sounds just fine by me.” He was *prepared* this time. He’d looked up “how to give a hand job.” He’d found *fitting musical accompaniment.* He was going to ace this. Ironic pun unintended.

Sir Pentious

Telly leaned down and swiftly knocked his arm against the back of Alastor's knees, sweeping him up into his arms. "Then let's go." He grinned, slithering into the other room.

Alastor

Don’t mind the startled trombone sound effect. It was immediately followed by a laugh as Alastor wrapped his other arm around Telly for stability and leaned in for another kiss. Off to the bedroom.

[thewritewolf]

Two For Two Chapter 12: Falling

A sky-high supervillain forces our heroes to use the yellow potion of flight.

@ladynoirjuly2020

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If Hawkmoth was going to repeat akuma ideas, Adrien would prefer if he’d at least repeat the fun ones. Like Gamer 2.0 or Mister Pidgeon. Well, maybe not Mister Pidgeon exactly since Adrien was always sent into sneezing fits for those fights, but still. Something easy or at least fun.

Certainly not being shot into space, like with Startrain or the Bubbler. And yet, that was exactly where Adrien found himself now. Riding a tiny spaceship - almost more a rocket with some cargo space - into the upper atmosphere.

Adrien shook his head and started digging through his bag.

“Correct me if I am wrong but,” Sass began, looking out the convenient window. “I feel that thisss is not good?”

“Great job, sass, you’ve really nailed it,” Plagg said, rolling his eyes. He crossed his arms and looked at Adrien. “So what’s the plan, kid? I doubt the bug is gonna be able to get you out of this mess.”

“Well, she sort of already did.”

“Huh?”

“Just give me a second… Aha!” He pulled out the container full of dyed cheeses. “Yellow is going to be our best bet, I think.”

“Bleh! Yellow potion tastes awful.” Plagg stuck out his tongue. He grabbed Sass and pushed him towards Adrien. “You’re the new kwami on the block, so you’re gonna have to take this one for me.”

Adrien gave a worried look to Sass who shrugged.

“Worry not, I am sssure you are in harmony enough with me to make full ussse of my powersss.” Sass tentatively took the cheese, his thin forked tongue darting out to taste it. “Hm… It has been some time since I have had some of the Guardians’ brew.”

“Okay, let’s give this a shot…” Adrien cleared his throat. “Plagg, claws out! Sky Sass, Plagg, unify!”

Snake Noir took a moment to stretch his wings and look at himself before he busted out of his rocket. His eyebrows rose when he saw in the reflection of the window that his bald cap had been replaced with a mane of rainbow feathers, and his mask had lost its domino mask appearance and looked painted on.

It suddenly hit him and he blinked in surprise. Wings?

Sure enough, he glanced to the sides and saw emerald green wings made of long feathers that reached to his knees even when held out completely. The edges and tips of the wings were lined with short white feathers, which naturally drew his eyes toward his chest, which was now coated with a crimson plumage.

He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting with a flight transformation, but in hindsight wings made sense. What surprised him even more was how using them already felt like second nature. Snake Noir punched out the window with cataclysm and leapt out of the rocket, plummeting towards the ground where he knew that his lady was fighting alone.

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Marinette watched another set of rockets blasting off into the sky, her lips pressed into a thin line of determination.

“If I am not mistaken, that doesn’t seem like the standard fare for Parisian life,” Longg commented drily. “What is to be done about it?”

“Marinette is going to go after them, of course!” Tikki said resolutely, brimming with confidence. “Right, Marinette?”

“No doubt about it, Tikki.” Marinette pulled out a yellow dyed cookie. “But I think we’ll need a little extra help this time, just in case whoever this is catches us.”

“That’s a great idea!” Tikki’s enthusiasm dimmed a bit. “But it might be best if you give that to Longg.”

“Why’s that?” Marinette scrunched up her eyebrows.

“Not all power ups are created equal, young Guardian,” Longg said with a bow. “Some kwami take better to the brews than others.”

“Yes. I’ll give you the power of flight, sure. But Longg’s is faster and more nimble.”

Longg nodded sagely. “The lack of wings also means you cannot be suddenly robbed of your gifts.”

“No wings? Then how do you-” Marinette shook her head vigorously. “Never mind, I guess I’ll find out.” She passed the cookie to Longg. While he was eating, she said, “Tikki, spots on!”

The potion took effect and Ladybug took a moment to brace herself for whatever was about to happen. “Tikki, Sky Longg, unify!”

At first, she didn’t really notice anything different. That lasted until she realized that she was floating a couple meters off the ground and her hair had lengthened into a massive, shimmering wave that rippled behind her like a dragon’s tail. She willed herself to move and found that her hair always stayed behind her and glided of its own accord as she flew in a direction.

Dragonbug understood what Tikki meant about Longg’s power of flight. The smoothness of it was like a dream as she easily sailed into the air and looked for the akuma. Which, judging by the yelling, called himself Rocketman. He lived up to the name too - besides the rockets that he sent people up in, he had what looked like a jet-boosted surfboard that he used to fly around and an outfit that looked like a fashion moghul had been given five minutes to design a suit with only the word ‘rocket’ as their guiding principle.

Not only was Dragonbug fighting for Paris and its people today - she was fighting to end this abomination in the eyes of fashion.

Rocketman was just about to catch another group of people when she snared his board with her yoyo and yanked it to the side, sending the rockets harmless into the ground. There, they burst into smoke after failing to capture anyone. An angry glare was on his face as he whipped around to look at her, before quickly melding into a look of maddened joy.

“Its about time one of you showed up. I was beginning to think you’d already been sent sky high!” He spun his board around to face her. “And now you will have the honor of being beaten by ROCKETMAN!”

“Keep dreaming,” Dragonbug said as she nimbly dodged the rockets sent toward her. “Way better villains than you have had their butts kicked by me.”

“They had to fight two meddling heroes.” Rocketman grinned. “I only have to fight one.”

He unleashed a wild barrage of rockets and it was all she could do to avoid it. Despite her earlier confidence, she was worried she would have to waste time - or worse yet, one of her powers - to break free. Especially when she had to go at double speed to dodge one rocket… and the momentum carried her into the path of another.

Her jaw clenched as she prepared to take the hit.

But it never came.

Instead, there was a loud clanging noise and a wild blur of greens and blacks and reds. Snake Noir had plummeted from above and smacked the rocket, sending it into a tailspin toward the ground. His wings stabilized him and he shot her a playful wink before turning back toward the Rocketman.

“You were pretty close there! You almost winged my lady. I can’t let you get away with that, now can I?”

“Nice wings, chaton.”

“Thank you, m’lady! And can I just say, I love what you’ve done with your hair today?”

“Hey! How dare you-” While Rocketman launched into a tirade about them not taking him seriously, Dragonbug drifted forward toward her partner.

“Chat,” she whispered. “Can you distract him while I summon my lucky charm?”

“Leave it to this cat to cause some mayhem!” He grinned and with a few powerful strokes of his wings soared above Rocketman and dived toward him.

With the akuma on the backfoot for now, Dragonbug summoned her lucky charm. A frown creased her face as a tall glass bottle - red and spotted, naturally - dropped into her hands.

“A bottle?” She shook it and felt liquid slosh around inside it. “Full of… something. Reminds me of-” Her eyes widened as she had a moment of remembering the meal her papa had made just the day before. “Oh!”

She threw it over the akuma and yelled out to her partner. “Chat! Break it!”

There was no hesitation or any questions on his part. In the span of a second he’d glanced from her to the bottle and immediately extended his baton and smashed the bottle. The akuma raised its arms to block as glass shards and a pale yellow liquid rained down on him.

Confusion gripped his face as he sniffed it. “...Olive oil?”

Snake Noir glanced back at her and she made a subtle motion to follow her. Then she flew away from the akuma at top speed, staying close to street level, but not so fast that he couldn’t keep up. Snake Noir was right behind her.

“Hey! Get back here,” Rocketman shouted indignantly as he gave pursuit. Even from this distance she could see the purple mask outline around his face - no doubt Hawkmoth was warning him about a trap, but Rocketman was in no mood to listen.

“What’s the plan, LB?”

“Just follow right behind me, okay? We’re going to make a hard turn in 3… 2… Now!”

They both suddenly veered to the right around a building. Rocketman turned as well…

...only to slide right off his board.

“Oh, the oil!” Snake Noir hit his forehead. “I get it now.”

“Mhm. Now if you’d be a good chaton and break that board.”

“Your wish is my command, bugaboo.”

A quick purification and Ladybug Cure later, and the two of them were fistbumping over another victory.

[simonxriley]

Skylar’s relationships with the other Operators!

Regarding this post, I felt inclined to go into more details about Skylar’s relationship with all of the other operators because I needed a distraction from the very bad anxiety I was having at the time. I’m gonna do them by their CTUs to make it easier. Some won’t have much because I have yet to figure the relationship out myself or I got lazy, this post has been in my drafts for a few weeks now. 

FBI Swat:

Ash: Eliza was the first person she befriended when she joined Rainbow and she quickly became Skylar’s best friend. In a lot of ways Ash reminds her of her late friend Molly that died in the ambush when she was a Marine and it makes it feel like Molly is still with her. Skylar also has a lot of respect for her and looks up to her. 

Thermite: He’s like her older, annoying brother. She loves him and trust him with her life, but at the same time he can really grind her gears. However she does have a real close relationship with him and it’s nice when they sit around in the rec-room, outside or in the cafeteria just talking about their time in the Marines and all the memories that come with it. 

Pulse: She’s really good friends with Pulse and he was her honorary work out buddy since the day she joined Rainbow. 

Castle: She’s also really good friends with Castle. He made her feel very welcomed from day one and has always been there to lend a hand. However she does wish they would have more missions together. 

Flores: She likes Flores and finds his jokes pretty funny. Other than that their relationship is pretty neutral. 

Spetsnaz:

Tachanka: Out of everyone in Rainbow she’s the closest with Tachanka. He’s had her back from the beginning, has helped her grow as a person and has taught her a bunch of new things, including Russian. To put it simple so I don’t ramble on about them (because I can) he’s her husband and they have eight (8) kids together. P.S. This doesn’t count for his updated bio because I already had their lives planned out before Ubisoft updated. So the eight kids don’t include his ‘canon’ ones. 

Glaz: She’s very close with Glaz and they have quite a bit in common. Both are snipers and both have an artistic background. She’s learned so much from Glaz as an artist, but also as a sniper and she enjoys her time with him. She also calls him her sniping buddy. 

Kapkan: She pretty close with Kapkan since he took her under his wing when she joined. She’s learned a lot from him, and having someone like Kapkan take her under his wing to train, helped her immensely in the stealth department. Because of him she became a better ‘hunter’. 

Fuze: It took a bit for her to get closer to Fuze because of how quiet he was. But overtime they became quite close and they have each others back when out on missions together. Skylar also finds his voice very soothing so she always has an open ear when he talks with her. 

SAS:

Thatcher: Mike was Skylar’s mentor since the day she joined. Six thought it would be best for him to take her under his wing since they shared the same views on technology and Six thought he’s be a good mentor for someone like her. Skylar respects Thatcher immensely, not just from what she’s learned from the veteran SAS soldier, but for also saving her life on one mission. If it wasn’t for him throwing one of his EMP grenades inside that room, her recklessness would have cost her her life. Sometimes, however they do clash because of the age difference. 

Sledge: She’s very close with Sledge and loves hearing about all the reckless stuff he did when he was younger. It makes her feel better about her recklessness and knowing she can grow out of it like he did to a point. She’s also had a few friendly debates over the news with him. 

Smoke: She’s quite close with Smoke and enjoys his company, especially when they box together. She loves the friendly, yet competitive matches they have every so often. James is someone she goes to when she needs to relieve some stress that Tachanka can’t take away. Where they either talk about their lives as they box or do some simulations and see who can win 5 rounds first. 

Mute: She’s not that close with Mute, even though they are closer in age. They’re personalities just don’t add up well off the field, but they can work very well on it. 

GIGN:

Twitch: She has a neutral relationship with her, but does admire her knowledge of technology. 

Montagne: She has a neutral relationship with Gilles. 

Doc: She has a good relationship with Doc, more so after he saved her life during the Outbreak. 

Rook: She has a very good relationship with Julien, since he’s only 2 years older than her they can talk about and understand the new lingo going around. 

GSG-9:

Blitz: She has a very good relationship with Elias and loves his sense of humor, helps calm the nerves before a mission.

IQ: She has a neutral relationship with her.

Bandit: She has a neutral/good relationship with Bandit. Depends on the day. 

Jager: She has a good relationship with Marius.

JTF2:

Buck: She has a neutral relationship with him.

Frost: She has a neutral relationship with her.

SEALS:

Valkyrie: She has a good relationship with Meghan and trains with her from time to time. When she’s not with Finka. 

Blackbeard: She has a neutral relationship with him.

BOPE: 

Caveira: At first she was kind of scared of her because she had such an ominous atmosphere about her, but over time she grew to like her and have a good relationship. 

Capitao: She doesn’t have much of a relationship with Capitao, there more acquaintances than anything. 

SAT:

HIbana: She’s very close with Hibana, she was one of the first people in Rainbow Skylar called friend. They train/workout together almost everyday and loves learning about Hibana’s history, training and culture. They also spend quite a bit of time off base from time to time as well. 

Echo: Doesn’t have a good relationship with Echo, thinks he’s too uptight and blunt. 

GEO:

Mira: She has a very good relationship with Elena and will help brainstorm ideas with her for Tachanka’s LMG. 

Jackal: She has a very good relationship with Ryad and has tried his eyenox during a simulation once. They also technically share a birthday. Since he was born on a leap year, he normally celebrates it the 28th, which is Skylar’s. 

SDU: 

Ying: Skylar and Ying used to have a decent relationship until one altercation where Skylar took Fuze’s side in an argument. And then that friendship turned sour. However there’s no real rivalry between them and they can still work well together when on missions. 

Lesion: She likes Lesion, thinks he’s alright and decent to hang out with on base. However she does think the toothpick in his mouth is kinda hazardous. 

GROM: 

Ela: She’s also very close with Ela and they kinda bonded over their recklessness. They both also share an artistic background and are the younger sister in their families. Ela is someone Skylar can go to and rant and ramble about personal problems while they work on their art and Ela will do the same. She also really enjoys their time off base where they can cause a bit of trouble and blow off steam. 

Zofia: She doesn’t know Zofia that much since she’s not on base that often, but she thinks she’s pretty cool. 

SMB: 

Dokkaebi: She has a neutral relationship with her, but really likes her gadget. 

Vigil: She has a neutral relationship with him, but thinks he’s too quiet. 

CBRN: 

Lion: She’s quite close with Lion. She doesn’t hold a grudge due to his past and thinks he’s strong for trying to make things right as best he can, which is what we all want to do in life when we mess up. And in all honesty, she thinks some of the other operators treat him a little unfairly because of what happened. Yes people died because of his actions, but he was young and being thrown into something like that isn’t easy. She can’t fully blame him for something like that. 

Finka: These two have a deep rooted dislike for one another. At first their relationship was neutral until Skylar found out about her condition and then all hell broke loose. Sky thinks her condition is a liability and she doesn’t want to be on a mission with her when it decides to go wrong. And Finka thinks Sky’s a liability due to her recklessness on missions. Six/Harry knows about the rivalry and won’t put them together for a mission or training. 

GIS: 

Maestro: She has a neutral relationship with him

Alibi: She has a neutral relationship with her.

GSUTR:

Maverick: A fellow New Englander like herself, she has a neutral relationship with him and they occasionally talk about how the New England Patriots are doing this season. Yes I HC them BOTH being Patriot fans. 

Clash: She has this weird respect for Clash, because she can respect her for going up against racist groups in her community for a better change and future. And she kind low-key scares her. 

GIGR: 

Nomad: She’s pretty neutral in friendship when it comes to Nomad. Though she does kind of envy all the places she’s been, and likes how she doesn’t brag about things. 

Kaid: Skylar’s not that close with Kaid, then again she’s barely sees him since she’s usually with Thatcher, the FBI or Spetsnaz. But she does respect him. 

Oryx: 

SASR: 

Gridlock: Skylar has a good relationship with Tori and looks up to her in a way. She loves her ‘get on with things attitude’ and doesn’t shy away from the hard work and finds humor in every situation. Being a Marine, Skylar adapted to that very same mindset. 

Mozzie: She became very fast friends with him (and his wife) when he joined. She loves his attitude and the fact that he’s a daredevil and quite hyperactive. Their relationship even grew closer when Skylar found out she was having twins and since he already had twins, it was such a relief to have someone she could go to about it. 

JGK: 

Nokk: She doesn’t mind her and Skylar thinks she’s a nice woman but having her file be almost completely redacted doesn’t sit well with her. It makes her wonder what Nokk’s is hiding. 

USSS: 

Warden: She’s not too keen on him, something about him just puts her off. So she tries to avoid him as much as possible. 

APCA: 

Amaru: She doesn’t know Amaru all that well but from what she’s heard from Goyo she seems like a great woman. And Skylar is looking forward to getting to know her more. 

FES: 

Goyo: She’s quite close with Goyo and enjoys her time with him. She even admires his way of thinking before he speaks, which she has a hard time doing herself and could learn a thing or two from him. 

NITEHAV: 

Kali: She’s on the top of Skylar’s hate list. Not only does Sky not like the fact that she’s a mercenary, but also how she trains people. Skylar will never agree on breaking someone down physically and emotionally to the point that they’re born anew. And since she’s a merc, it doesn’t sit well with Skylar because they work for their own self interest, so it makes her wonder what Harry told them to make her want to join Rainbow. She also had a few altercations with her, one that caused Skylar to punch her in the face. 

Wamai: She hates that he’s a merc like Kali, but Wamai does hold her interest because she thinks he’s pretty cool. But she doesn’t fully trust him and kinda envy's his breathing techniques under water. Other than that they have a pretty neutral friendship. 

Ace: She finds him insufferable. Too self-centered, arrogant and too egotistical for her liking. She would rather deal with anyone else but him. 

Aruni: The only NITEHAV member Skylar actually likes. She heard about her through Thermite and has heard a lot of good things about her. She enjoys what little time she has with her and loves hearing about old stories involving Thermite. 

Osa: Her relationship with her is pretty similar to Wamai’s. Well in the neutral aspect of it. She doesn’t fully like her but neither fully hates her either. She’s just kinda there. 

REU:

Iana: She���s neutral when it comes to Iana. She nice and easy to be around and Skylar doesn’t have a problem being on a team with her. 

ITF:

Melusi: She has a neutral relationship with Melusi and applauds her for her work she has done on the reserve. It has to be tough trying to protect wildlife from poachers. 

ROS:

Zero: Her relationship with Sam is neutral, she looks up to him and respects him, but they don’t really talk a lot. Only in passing or when they need to, he is a busy man. 

STAR-NET Aviation:

Thunderbird: She hasn’t really had the chance to really talk with Mina, but the few short conversation she has had with her went well and Sky is happy she decided to join Rainbow.