#i was the only one in the group who had already put themself through the hideous torture that was that book

[kakyoinryoko]

and red white and royal blue was bad yeah but i knew that already

[cameronsprincess]

THE STORM (PT. 2) — J.M

— summary: it’s been six months since that night at the chateau with jj, and he’s back for more.

— CW: mean!jj, maybe forced proximity??, slight breeding kink, slapping, choking, degrading, unprotected piv sex.

— note: i kinda came up with something for this, and have had it in my drafts for a minute.. i queued it up before i went on my break, hope y’all enjoy and i’ll be back soon! you can read part one here if you haven’t already!

It’s been six months since that night. The night that has consumed your every waking thought, and every nightmare you had.

You’d always known JJ hated you, so you don’t know why it really surprised you that things went down the way they did. JJ was a horrible person to put it nicely. Sure, you felt for him at times, his home life not being the best and all, but after that night, you stopped caring, you stopped trying, and you tried your hardest to ignore him.

But it’s hard to ignore someone who continually puts themself in your line of sight. You knew you’d still see him, seeing as the two of you are both in the same friend group, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t ignore his presence. The more you tried to ignore him though, the harder he tried to get your attention.

He’d throw mean jabs your way, shoulder check you as he walked past you, you’d catch him staring at you from across a room or when you and your friends are gathered around a late night fire his bright blue eyes stayed glued on you when no one else was paying attention.

This was one of those moments.

You and your friends decided to have a fire at the chateau, and the only thing you could focus on was the blonde whose blue eyes were burning a hole into the side of your face.

“So like I said, he’s a dick, and I hope our dad kicks him out soon.”

You blink once. Twice. Three times before finally putting your focus back on Sarah who had been talking to you.

“I’m so sorry, Sare. I’m just out of it tonight, what’d you say?”

Sarah places a loving hand on your shoulder before laughing. “It’s cool, just me complaining about Rafe, per usual. Are you okay?”

You slowly nod your head, letting your head hang and your eyes focus on the seltzer you had in your hands. Truth was, you were far from okay. Even after everything JJ has put you through — before and after you had sex with him — you couldn’t get him out of your head. You wanted to feel him again, you wanted to let him ravage you again, and you hated yourself for it.

“Yeah I’m good. Just tired, I think I’m gonna call it a night,” You pause, looking up and calling for John B. “You mind if I sleep in the spare room tonight?”

John B smiles back at you, nodding his head once. “Yeah that’s fine! Looks like you got the couch tonight, J.”

Your eyes flit over to JJ, his intense fiery gaze already on you. The corners of his lips lift into a small smile, but it looked evil. “Yeah, that’s cool.” He said lowly, responding to JB but his eyes never left yours.

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire despite the cold December air, and it wasn’t from the large fire blazing in front of you. No, it’s JJ and his all consuming presence that has your body feeling like it’s burning from the inside out.

You quickly drop your eyes, downing the last of your seltzer and crushing it in your hand. You tell your friends goodnight and head inside the old house, tossing the can into the trash and making your way down the small hallway and into the guest bedroom.

You hated the way JJ made you feel. You hated him. You hated how you still wanted him even after he used you and quite literally tossed you to the side when he was done with you.

His words have torn you apart the last six months. “We don’t talk about this, ever. got it? It was just.. hate sex? Someone had to fuck the attitude out of you. This changes nothing, you mean nothing to me, and i still hate you.”

You’re stripping yourself of your jeans and thick sweater, getting ready to climb into the bed when the unmistakable sound of the bedroom door squeaking open has you turning fast on your heels.

JJ.

“What.. What’re you doing in here?”

You hate the way your voice has a slight shake to it, the way you don’t sound confident and how your entire body is shaking in his presence. But most importantly, you hate the way your pussy is throbbing, growing wet at just the sight of JJ and his fucking stupidly beautiful face.

He smirks at you, reaching a hand behind him and locking the door. You take a cautious step backward, your eyes narrowing and head cocked slightly to the side as you watch him watch you.

“JJ! What the fuck are you-”

The rest of your sentence dies when JJ reaches you with just two long strides, his large, calloused hand wrapping around your throat and shoving you into the wall behind you.

“You’re driving me fucking insane. You know that? I fucking hate you, yet, I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

Your eyes go wide, tears clouding your vision as you try and gasp for air. Your lips move, trying to choke out a response or anything, but all that comes out is strangled nonsense.

“I’ve tried! I’ve tried fucking other girls, I’ve tried staying away from you. But you’re fucking everywhere. Do you know how goddamn irritating that is? Why can’t you just go back to figure eight and stay there? Why the fuck do you keep comin’ around here?”

You lift your arms, gripping onto his wrist that holds your throat and clawing at it, begging him to release you. It’s not your fault he can’t stop thinking about you. You weren’t the one that came onto him that night, it was him! So why are you being blamed? Why is he making it so hard to breathe? So hard to… To..

Black dots take over your vision, your body going numb as JJ tightens his hand around your throat, squeezing so hard you’re close to blacking out.

JJ senses your body going slack in his hold and releases you, stepping back and watching as you hunch over, hands gripping your knees as you suck in breath after breath of sweet oxygen.

Once your head is not longer spinning and you’re breathing properly again, you slowly lift your body, your pissed off gaze finding JJ still standing there.

“Fuck you, JJ! I didn’t do shit! You came onto me that night! You told me that it changed nothing, so frankly, I don’t fucking feel sorry that you can’t get me out of your head, in fact, it brings me great pleasure to know I’m all you think about,” you pause, squeezing your eyes shut and sucking in a slow, long breath of air. “So if you don’t fucking mind, I’m exhausted and just want to be left the fuck alone!”

You move to climb into the bed, but JJ grips your upper arm tightly pulling you back and flush into his firm body. His head dips down, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and sending a shudder through your body.

His warm breath fans across your sensitive skin, and your nipples harden in response. Fuck him. You won’t give in easily this time.

“I think you want to fuck me again. I think, I’ve been in this pretty little head just as much as you’ve been in mine,” He pauses, his lips leaving a soft kiss on your temple. “Lay on the bed, Y/L/N. Now.”

You turn your head to look at JJ, your eyes narrowed into thin slits as you contemplate what to say. He’s not entirely wrong, but you’d be stupid to sleep with him again.

“Fuck. You. I refuse to let you fuck me again.”

JJ’s eyes darken, and the hand on your arm tightens more before he yanks you to the side and tosses you onto the bed. You lay there, chest heaving up and down as you watch him intently, waiting to see what he’d do next.

He stands there, staring at you, his own breathing erratic. Slowly, he pulls his tight white t-shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. Your eyes scan the length of his tanned and toned chest. God, you want to feel him underneath your hands so badly, you want to give in and let him fuck you again. No one, and you mean no one, had ever fucked you the way JJ had.

“You look real pretty like this, in nothing but your bra and panties, actin’ like your pussy isn’t fuckin’ soaked f’me, crying f’me and just begging to be filled with my cock again.”

You open your mouth to speak, but JJ climbs on top of you, grabbing both your wrists in his right hand and pinning them above your head. You gasp loudly when you feel his cock pressing against your lace covered core, even through his jeans you can feel every last inch of him. Your pussy throbs, your arousal soaking your thighs as he lays there, unmoving but still the feel of his hard cock has you wanting to feel more of him.

“Tell me, princess. You wanna feel me inside you again? You wanna be fucked properly again? Because I know them kooks ain’t doing you no good. No, a girl like you needs to be dominated, needs to be choked and slapped and fucked nice and hard, needs to be put in her place, that what you want baby?”

You’re weak. You can’t even tell him no when your slick thighs, hard nipples and the way you’re breathing is giving the truth away. And the truth is, JJ is right. No one has compared to him. You want him to claim you, to break your mind and leave you craving more even when you know you shouldn’t.

“I- Please. Please fuck me.”

That’s all JJ needed to hear. He releases your wrists from his hand and yanks the cups of your bra down, exposing your tits to him. He smirks at the sight of your hard nipples, dipping his head down and licking each one before sucking one into his mouth.

He releases your nipple from his mouth with a pop, moving to the other and repeating his actions. “Fuck, such a filthy fucking slut, yeah? Loves the idea of fucking the one person she shouldn’t.”

You whimper in response, bucking your hips upward, craving any type of friction on your swollen, needy clit.

“Awww, how pathetic. Begging to be fucked already, don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna fuck this cunt, and I’m fucking it raw this time.”

JJ hops off the bed, popping the button of his jeans and sliding the zipper down with haste. You watch as he slides his jeans and boxers down his legs in one fell swoop, wasting no time in crawling back on top of you and claiming your lips with his.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down and further into you. You grind your hips against his, feeling his thick cock slide up and down through your slick folds. JJ groans in response, breaking the kiss and pushing himself up, supporting his weight with both his hands.

“So fuckin’ eager, aren’t ya? Wanna be fucked like the dirty little whore we both know you are.”

You nod your head fast, whimpering and moaning as you continue to grind your hips against the air. JJ laughs at you, his hand landing a harsh smack to your cheek before he grips his cock, stroking at it twice before sliding his swollen tip through your folds.

“P-Please, J! Please, fuck me! Wanna be fucked like a whore, wanna be your whore, the girl you hate but fuck anyways!”

JJ groans, the weight of your words hitting him hard. He looks down at you, eyes locked with yours as he pushes himself all the way inside you, filling and stretching your pussy. The two of you moan in unison.

“Fuck! So fuckin’ tight, feels so much better than I remember.” JJ rasps, his hips still, cock unmoving inside your pussy.

You begin grinding your hips, wanting to feel him move inside you, wanting his cock to bring you an orgasm.

JJ slaps at your face again, giving you a look of warning before he dips his head down and captures your lips with his again. He kisses you fervently and begins moving his hips, slowly at first, but then hard and fast.

You moan into his mouth when his swollen tip repeatedly hits at your g-spot, making your toes curl and fingers dig into the smooth skin of his back. “Fuckfuckfuck, JJ! Feels so fucking good!”

JJ picks up the pace of his thrusts, pounding himself inside you like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it, and you’re secretly praying it isn’t the last time. You need more of him forever, even if it’ll only ever be hate sex. It feels so fucking good, you can’t even think of another girl getting this from him.

“Yeah? Feels good? Want me to cum inside this pretty little pussy? Make you a mama and be stuck with me for the rest of your life?”

A loud moan escapes you at his words, and honestly, the thought isn’t too bad. You wouldn’t mind JJ knocking you up, you would always have a reason to see him, and maybe, just maybe, it would change the dynamic between the two of you.

You bite and suck on his lower lip as he continues his brutal thrusts, your pussy clenching around him with every push and pull of his cock. He slows his pace, slowly pulling out so only the tip remains inside you before harshly shoving himself back in. He continues to slowly pull himself out before shoving himself back in, his swollen head hitting that spot inside you over and over again until you’re so close to exploding you can taste it.

“J-JJ! Need.. Need to cum, please!”

Your teeth are chattering, legs shaking and belly tightening. You can’t hold off your orgasm, and thankfully, JJ doesn’t make you.

“Go on, make a mess on my cock, show me how much your pussy loves my cock being inside her.”

That was all it took, your orgasm gushes from you, soaking JJ’s cock and the sheets below you.

“JJ, oh God! Fuck!” You cry out, your nails digging into JJ’s back so hard you break skin.

JJ picks up the speed of his thrusts again, savagely fucking into your sensitive pussy, chasing his own high.

“Gonna cum inside this little cunt, claim you as mine, because you’re mine now, don’t wanna see you with anyone else, got it?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, moaning out a soft “yes”. JJ’s cock swells, twitching inside you as he comes undone, filling you with his cum like he said he would.

He thrusts inside you one final time, stilling and holding himself deep inside you, letting every last drop of cum fill you. Once he’s come down, he slowly pulls himself from inside you and places a kiss to your sweat slick forehead.

“Don’t know what else to say besides, you’re mine. I ain’t sayin’ I like you, or that I am gonna fall in love with you, but I don’t want no one else, and I don’t wanna see you with anyone else, got it?”

You slowly nod your head, your eyes fluttering shut as sleep tries to claim you. JJ quietly redresses, placing one final kiss to the top of your head before he makes his way out of the room. You drift to sleep, your mind consumed with what just happened, with JJ’s cum leaking from your pussy, and thoughts of what the fuck was to come from this little arrangement you just made with him.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

How about something about being a very soft and feminine person, strong independent in their own way, with Mizu. I like to think she is joins the party and acts as the ��woman” for the group, and she just genuinely is a good person. I just want to see Mizu with someone who just cares about them.

This was way too long and whatever else you wanna call it.

‘You’ll die.’ Mizu puts bluntly.

‘I don’t care. I’m coming with you whether you like it or not.’ You shrugged, mind made up as you already have packed your essentials for the departure overnight.

Mizu closed their eyes, sighing deeply through the nose before opening their eyes once more to look directly at you with their usual stare. ‘I won’t be held responsible if you were killed unawares.’ They said but the fire of excitement and adventure within your eyes hasn’t faltered once.

Mizu can only wonder how they attract people of similar natures in one way or the other to trail after them like a little horde of stubborn ducklings; A question they’ll couldn’t quite find the answer for.

You have been prone to leave Mizu perplexed since your first met after healing them of their wounds after a particularly heinous fight. Your soft touches and kind encouraging words brought about uncertain feelings within Mizu. Making them feel as though they have somehow ventured off into unfamiliar territory, immediately sending them to act out in self defensive tactics.

Constantly looking over their shoulder, hand clutching at the hilt of their sword, ears and eyes honing in on every snaps of branches and the rustling of bushes, waiting for a potential ambushes or ransacking attempts. Anything that would put their life in any and all levels of risk.

Mizu found themself in a battlefield they weren’t well versed in whenever your face shone with a bright smile upon seeing them in the mornings, presenting them with the clothes they’ve entrusted to you to sew up the worn and torn fabric, seeing as how only you were the one with the tools and the experience for the job. Or how you would often help fix up breakfast for everyone but always end up making yours last, when Mizu asked about this, you just shrugged and told them that you’d rather survive off of scraps if it meant others having full, warm and satisfied bellies.

Mizu only scoffs at this, not thinking too much into your words, but their sharp eyes would immeditly notice the difference in the amount of food you gave them before looking at your own proportions; which was enough to satiate your hunger for the time being but it was obvious that you gave larger portions of food to them. Their eyes would soften somewhat at the gesture, knowing that your words were more than just words, only to harden afterwards when catching you given them frequent side glances.

You would also patch up reopened words that were in harder to reach for Mizu or Tiagen to get to by themselves , much to Mizu’s dismay at the thought of being in such a vulnerable and open position for sabotage. However under your watchful eye, Mizu had learnt over a long period of time to put their trust into you and your seemingly never ending well of talents.

‘Stop doing stuff that’ll only reopen your wounds,’ you scolded, finishing sealing up the last of Mizu’s wounds with a final stitch. ‘I’m staring to run out of thread and alcohol to disinfect the needle with the rate you and Taigen are going at!’ You added, putting your hands on your hips like a disappointed parent.

‘If it displeases you so much to waste resources, then why bother healing me in the first place.’ Mizu responded straightforwardly as they slowly refitted their clothing on their body whilst trying not to reopen any wounds as to not waste the effort you put into putting them back together again. You huffed, knowing that Mizu was still a little on edge with you and the kindness you went out of your way to give them.

You didn’t blame them for being the way they were and only accepted this as their way of acting the only way they knew how and went to sit down next to them, remembering to keep some distance for keep Mizu from unwarranted contact. ‘It’s not the resources that I’m worried about. It’s you.’ You admitted, seeing Mizu look at you from the corner of your eye, looking as though they weren’t expecting that type of response to come from your mouth. That reaction only hurt your heart knowing that a concerning about of people lacked empathy towards their fellow man. It genuinely disgusted you at how easy it was for them to show you their back the moment you’ve outgrown your usage.

‘Me? Why?’ Mizu asked.

You chuckled humourlessly. ‘Is it a sin for me to be concerned about you? To worry about you whenever you come back from where ever you wander off to, suddenly unable to stand on your own two feet without collapsing from immense blood loss?’ Mizu reminded silent and so you took that as a sign to continue. ‘Am I expected to just stand there and not do anything? I’m sorry but I’d rather wast every resource I own on you because if it meant bettering your chances of survival, even if by a margin, then I’d do anything to make that possibility into a guarantee.’ You finished with a smile before getting up to your feet and leaving the room to give Mizu privacy and time to process your words.

Meanwhile Mizu was back to feeling those foreign emotions. They weren’t use to someone caring for them to the extent that you did, not without wanting something in exchange but Mizu noticed that you haven’t even once asked for anything in return for making them breakfast, sewing up their clothes, gifting them sharping stones for their sword nor patching up their wounds. All you did was take care of them and their every needs, so much so that they felt a weird warm within their chest at the memory of your bright smile that you gave them after everything.

You were sweet and soft but strong, firm in your beliefs and posses a strong independence. A true diamond in the rough in regard to everything they’ve bore witness to since childhood. Your attitude towards them was an extreme contrast to everyone else’s, it often caught Mizu off guard in the odd occasion but it wasn’t until now did Mizu come to realised how much their body ached to be tended and cared for by someone like you. They’ve persevered through the hardships they’re forced to call life and bore the scars of said hardships in a multitude of places upon their body, both new and old.

Mizu was use to being alone but now that you entered their life, they were starting to think that they don’t wanna be alone anymore but was a tad hesitant to make the first move on their own accord. If Mizu was grateful for one thing in life, it was the fact that you were in it and by their side for the indefinite future.

[wearebarca]

11. Captured // Alexia Putellas x Original character pt. 11

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8* - Part 9* - Part 10

synopsis: Rosalie has never stayed somewhere too long. When the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself at critical moment in her life, the photographer decides to once again leave behind what she knows and joins the staff of Europe's best football team.

Word count: 5,6k

Warnings: 18+ Smut

A/N: This is the beginning of the end mes amis/es

Running long distances puts the mind and body through a multitude of states. It usually starts with exaltation from the feeling of being surrounded by people moving together. This feeling was usually followed by a sort of calmness that washes over ones self.  Alone in your thoughts, only one thing remained, the finish line. 

The first few miles were  crucial, they separated the ones with a time goal from the rest. By the fifth kilometer there were very few people around the photographer, which was a good sign. 

She was satisfied with her pace when she reached the first drink station at  the seventh kilometer. With her eyes on the prize and the world around her muffled by her earphones, she almost missed them. They were all wearing caps and sunglasses to not be recognized, but the amount of decibels emanating from the little group alone pulled the woman from her focus. Panos, Irene, Patri and Pina were standing on the side of the road  cheering. Rosalie almost lost it when she read the sign the youngest was carrying. “Pain is just French for bread.” 

She gave them all high fives, grabbed a cup of water and kept her pace. Seven kilometers later, she was met with another little group. This time, it was Frido, Ingrid, Aitana and Mapi who were just as loud. Mapi even ran a few meters with her while Ingrid took a few pictures. There was a group at every drink stop. Arsenal and Barcelona players mixing together, for today they were not only footballers and rivals, they were here to support their friend.

There’s this thing which every runner fears during a race. It’s almost inevitable. It’s this threshold where it feels like your body is giving up. Where your energy runs so low that you think your legs will give out under you if you take another step forward. It’s that point in the race where you wonder if you should just stop, give up, where you wonder if this is all worth it. It’s the breaking point. Most runners know this moment as “hitting the wall” 

This moment lies at a different moment for each person, and is often always at the same stage in each race. Experience runners know exactly at which kilometer they will face their wall, and Rosalie could feel hers arriving at the thirty fourth. That’s where breathing became more of an issue, when each step felt like she had lead in her feet. Her arms felt heavy and her head was pounding. Her steps faltered and the pain made the photographer slow down considerably. But still she ran, she was in complete autopilot, unable to focus on anything else but the pain she could feel coursing through her body. It couldn’t end here, not when she was only eight km away from the end. But her body was so heavy, she wasn’t sure if it could carry her to the finish line. 

Alexia had chosen the last drink stop. She had a feeling. The kind that she could not explain but told her that this would be where she was needed. She had driven there and parked on the side of the street. Upon arriving at the drink station, she saw that Sara, along with Lucy and Keira had already made themself comfortable. They were surprised to see the Spanish woman arrive alone, thinking she would be with the rest of the team at an earlier stop. They greeted her with a hug still and made some space in their little stop for the captain.

 “So what made you choose this stop to cheer?” Keira asked, knowing damn well that the brunette wouldn’t have told Alexia that this would most likely be her worst moment of this race.

“I do not know Keira,” She said perplexed, “ Is this not a good spot?” She asked. The woman's expression had sprinkled doubt in her mind. It almost felt like she shouldn’t be here. 

“Lucia?” She said towards the English woman, seeing as the younger woman had turned towards her, not knowing if she should say anything to her captain. 

Lucy took a big breath. “This usually is the point in a race where Rosalie breaks.” She said with a slightly worried expression. “No one besides us and her trainers knows about this.” She said her eyes went back to the street for a second before coming back to the blonde. “She doesn’t like to be seen like this, so we’re usually the only ones allowed at this stop when she runs this many kilos.” 

Alexia understood this. She hated when people witnessed her weakness. She understood why the brunette preferred to only have her family here when she was at her lowest, but she also felt deep down that she was right to be here. 

The first racers zoomed past the station, running at a pace that looked impossible to keep. They were professionals and it showed. While the footballers spoke, Sara stayed silent, her eyes fixed on the street, her phone out with the chrono app opened. She had tracked the race with the help of the other Barcelona players who had texted her at exactly what time Rosalie had reached each hydration stop. She knew that the photographer was not far behind this wave. Three hours and forty five minutes was the goal time, and at seven kilometers from the end and three hours and seven minutes passed, Rosalie should be at this station in less than five minutes. 

So when Sara first saw the outline of Rosalie’s silhouette, she was surprised. She had been faster than what they had both thought. Sara was aware of Rosalie’s wall. They had talked about it extensively, and seeing her this early only accentuated her worries. She stood up to try and catch a better look at the woman and realized two things. First, the brunette wasn’t running in a straight line, she was slightly zigzagging in the street, clearly unstable on her feet. And second, her head was hanging low. Her sudden movement startled the footballers who instantly rose to their feet and to see. 

Lucy had a worried yet knowing look upon seeing her friend running towards them. Keira took a step towards the road, but was met with Lucy’s arm keeping her from taking a step.

 “But she’s…”One look from the woman was enough to shut her up. Meanwhile Alexia stood frozen in place, torn between running towards her and staying here. In the end, Sara was the only one who met the French-Canadian in the street. She simply ran next to her, muttering encouraging words and telling her how fast she had run this race and how close she was to the end. But Rosalie registered none of it. She didn’t need to. All that was important to her was knowing that she was with people she loved right now and that was what made her keep moving. 

She saw Lucy’s proud expression, Keira’s quiet excitement, but the thing that hit her the most, was Alexia. Alexia who had chosen this specific stop without knowing, who’s gaze was filled with pride and something that looked a lot like reverence was fixed on her. Those bright hazel eyes that shone in the sunlight. She was smiling, and clapping with the rest of the small crowd, but Rosalie’s whole perspective seemed to narrow down to her. 

Something being thrusted in her hands pulled the brunette from her trance like state and reminded her of her current predicament. Upon looking down, she realized that she had been given some glucide gummies and a granola bar. She shoved the gummies in her mouth and gave back the bar to Sara along with a look that meant, “It’s ok, I’ll be ok.” 

The pain was still very much present, but so was the determination to finish this race. When she passed in front of the English woman, she winked at them and smiled, which pulled a laugh from them both. Alexia had her hand out, waiting for the photographer to grab it, which she did and let herself be pulled in a quick embrace.

 “You are amazing.” She heard the words being whispered in her ear before letting go of her hand and running towards the finish line with a newly lit fire. 

Catching the sight of the red inflatable archway was definitely in the top ten most euphoric moments of Rosalie’s life. She had pushed farther than she ever had and this was the tangible proof of her unrelenting efforts. The last 300 meters had the street flanked by gates with people twice as loud as they were at the beginning. Even if the runners were at their very last flicker of strength, the energy of the crowd and the sheer euphoria was enough to carry them to the line.

The closest she got, the wider her smile was stretching. Gone was the looming pressure in her abdomen that had been her companion for the last ten kilometers, gone was the heaviness in her legs that made her drag her feet. This was it, and her whole family was here to witness it. Beth was the first she spotted, most likely because she was the loudest one of the bunch, and around her, the rest of the Arsenal girls and Barcelona team were also cheering loudly. The moment her feet crossed the finish line, her head snapped to the group, on her face, the brightest smile they had seen her make in a long time. Collecting her medal was only an afterthought in her mind, the most important thing was to run to the gate and launch herself in the arms of this group of footballers who she considered her family. Only one person was allowed to cross over the gate with her. Usually, it was either Lucy or Leah who did, but this time, Rosalie caught herself wishing the blonde captain would. But nothing was official between the two, hell, they haven't even talked about anything remotely related to that subject. She was also aware of the presence of cameras all around, and the fact that the footballers had clearly been recognized by the looks that were sent their way. 

So she was not hurt when a volunteer ushered the player to cross the barrier only for the captain to decline and let Lucy pass. She would get her moment with the photographer later, and she would make sure Rosalie knew just how proud she was. As soon as the English player had passed the barrier, she grabbed the photographer in a bone crushing hug and lifted her off the ground. A multitude of photographers had converged towards them and captured the euphoric moments between sisters. 

Lucy did not put her down, but instead, started to walk towards the big screen a few meters from there. It displayed the arrival time of the runners and in which place they had finished the race. It had not even occurred to her that she should go see her time. Rosalie could feel in her bones that this had been a very good run but never had she thought that she could be high on the positions. So she began her search for her name at the bottom of the screen, and the more her eyes travelled up, the more incredulous she was. 

Twenty thousand runners in total. Twenty thousand people and she had placed fifth. Second, fastest woman, fifth place at her second marathon. She was frozen in place, with Lucy’s arms still around her and the crowds screaming around her. She turned around again to meet this captivating hazel gaze. The smile that stretched Rosalie’s features filled the captain’s heart with so much pride as she extended her arms, waiting for the brunette to crash into her. 

“I’m all sweaty and disgusting,” She whispered in the crook of her neck.

“I don’t care.” Alexia responded, holding her fiercely, not caring anymore about the gate between them nor all the eyes fixed on them. 

From there the afternoon flew by in a blur for the photographer, who got to collect her medal and met up  with the rest of her group under the restaurant / bar tent. It was easy to forget her body’s exhaustion when the atmosphere around her was so electric and festive. She got the chance to take pictures with all her friends and even some with the Barcelona players who had come to support her. She knew the media team would have a field day with those and for once, she would not mind the spotlight. 

No one had picked up their phones other than for pictures, so no one was aware of the shockwave some of those pictures were creating in the football world. This time was not meant for worries and public image, but for celebration. Rosalie was in the middle of a conversion with some of the runners she had met when a hand grabbed hers and gently guided her out of the tent. She was now in a calm, secluded spot outside, once again, in the arms of the woman who had quickly become such an important part in her life. 

“How does it feel to be one of the best?” Alexia asked playfully.

“You already know, I don’t need to describe it to you.” The brunette said. Alexia smiled at that, her hand moving on its own accord and tucking a stray strand of hair behind Rosalie’s ear. 

“I know you’re probably exhausted, but I was wondering if you would come over to my place tonight.” She said, bending down so her lips were leveled with the brunette's ear. “I want to show you just how proud I am of you.” She whispered in a low husky voice that made Rosalie’s breath hitch. Alexia’s lips brushed against the shell of her ear and Rosalie’s eyes closed, trying to concentrate on staying upright. Too caught up in the moment, none of them heard the click of a camera, nor the rapid movement of someone exiting the premises. 

After dinner, it was agreed that the Arsenal girls would head back to their hotel and they would all make plans together in the afternoon to let Rosalie relax. As the group started to gather their stuff, Rosalie headed to the spot where she had left her bags and was followed by Alexia and Lucy. ALexia picked up most of the burnette's bags and Lucy sent a look her way, quickly understanding that the marathonian would not ride back with her. She gave one last hug to the girl, telling her again how proud she was and that she would call her in the morning to plan something with her and the rest of the arsenal girls. She then headed back to the table, but not without teasing the duo one last time. 

Stepping into the space, The first thing Rosalie noticed was the hurried sound of little steps coming their way. It only took a second for the small dog to make its appearance in the corridor. Nala beelined for the photographer who, not without wincing, bent down to collect the fluffy beast. 

“Wow I see how it is.” Alexia chuckled as she took her shoes off and bent down to unlace Rosalie’s trainers. Rosalie sat down on the small bench and let the footballer slide her shoes off. She took Rosalie’s free hand and guided her deeper into her home. 

The long corridor was framed by a multitude of jerseys all from different teams and with different names. Rosalie recognized most of them, some being legends and others she had heard of. 

“These are all from jersey swaps.” Alexia said, noticing the brunette’s interest. “All from games that matter a lot to me.” She said, her gaze distant as it stopped on a particular England jersey. It was Lucy’s, from the 2022 Euro final. Suddenly, something changed in those hazel irises. “I know you are biased, Rosalia, but this is our time.” She said with determination.

Rosalie could only admire the strength and determination Alexia was showing, but she also was dreading this tournament for this exact reason. Both of the teams were likely the favorites and the chances of facing each other in the finals were high. 

Alexia seemed to come out of her trance and guided the brunette deeper into her space. The corridor led to a very spacious open kitchen concept. The apartment was on two stories, with a high ceiling and a mezzanine that likely led to the master bedroom and bathroom. The walls were white and decorated with minimalist artwork. The space was dimly lit which brought a cosy feeling to this big open space. It was all very Alexia. Very simple, almost bare, but homely nonetheless. 

“There’s not much to look at, I know.” The blonde said. “I just don’t like to feel cluttered.

“Non non it’s very nice, I like it.” Rosalie said with a smile. Alexia answered with her own as she made her way up the stairs. She motioned to the photographer and she followed, not without struggling to climb the stairs with her exhausted legs. Before she had reached the top, she heard the sound of a bath being drawn. When she arrived in the master bathroom, Alexia had lit up a myriad of candles and was sitting on the side of the bath to test the water temperature. “You don’t have to Ale.” 

Alexia stood up and walked the few feet separating her from the brunette. “I know, but I want to, hermosa.” Alexia left a gentle kiss on Rosalie’s forehead and left the bathroom, allowing the brunette the space to undress and relax. Rosalie lost track of how long she stayed there, but by the time she pulled herself out of the tub, the water was lukewarm and her skin had pruned. She wrapped her towel around her and walked out of the bathroom. She peered over the railing to see if the taller woman was downstairs but there was no sign of her. She walked down the corridor to what she assumed was Alexia’S bedroom, where she could hear faint music playing

She stopped at the door, taking in the room, and the woman inside. Alexia had changed from her jeans and hoodie, to comfy looking linen shorts, and what appeared to be Rosalie’s college T-shirt. She smiled at the thought of Alexia stealing the piece of clothing and imagined her going around in her apartment with it on while the photographer was away in London.

She then took in the rest of the room. The same decoration style translated from the rest of the apartment to Alexia’s bedroom, but the space seemed more personal with a few pictures hung on the walls. Some were with familiar faces, teammates from barça or some she recognized from the national team, and others that featured women who shared a striking resemblance to the captain.  One in particular caught the photographer’s attention as she stepped in the room and stepped in front of the frame. 

They were at the beach. Alexia was wearing the same bikini she had on the day they all went together. She was clinging to an older woman and kissing her cheek while the other one, a younger brunette, was kissing the other cheek. Joy seemed to seep out of this photograph and Rosalie could not help but smile at it. 

“ This is my sister and my mother.” Alexia said as she made her way towards the brunette and wrapped her arms around Rosalie’s waist.

“ You guys look close.” Rosalie said. The words felt bittersweet in her mouth as a fleeting thought of her own relationship with her mother crossed her mind. “You are lucky.” She finally said with a small smile playing on her lips.

“ Oh I do not know about that.” Alexia chuckled. “Alba can be a pain in the ass. Tan entrometida.”

“Aren’t all siblings?” Rosalie said laughing. Alexia paused for a second, impressed by the fact that Rosalie caught what she had said.

“Yes, I’ve been working on my Spanish.” She said with a cheeky smile as she turned in Alexia’s arms, facing her. “So Capitana, mind telling me what this setup is for?.” Rosalie said, motioning to the bed behind them.

Alexia took the brunette’s hand and guided her to the bed, she lightly pushed her down,but with her level of exhaustion, it didn’t take much for the photographer to tumble down on the bed. Only then did she realize a towel had been laid down on the sheets. 

“ Mais qu’est-ce…” Before she could finish her sentence, Alexia left her side to pick up a bottle that Rosalie recognized as massage oil. “ Oh, tu es parfaite.” 

Alexia smiled, having understood partly what the French-Canadian had said. “ You relax now, bonita.” She said, popping the cap opened. 

Alexia’s hands felt divine as they worked through the muscle of her legs. She worked with precision, applying pressure where she felt knots and easing the tension in the muscles. Every swipe of her hand threatened to pull a moan from the photographer.

 “Alexia this is..” Rosalie could not even finish her sentence because a particular press at the muscle of her thigh forced a groan from her lips. “ Where did you learn this.”

“ I have had my fair share of physio appointments to have learned a thing or two.” When Alexia was done, the photographer was half asleep on the bed, body like jelly and in a state of relaxation she wasn’t sure she had ever experienced. “Rosalia,” Alexia whispered, “We have to wash away the oil, come.”

Rosalie could only hum at the blonde, who laughed and picked up the smaller woman and carried her to the bathroom once again. They showered together, scrubbing the oil away, but not without getting carried away in the process. When they finally slipped back under the covers, it only took a minute for the photographer to be whisked away in a deep slumber. Alexia pulled the brunette in her embrace and settled behind her, soon following her in the realm of dreams. 

If you’d ask Rosalie about her favorite types of morning, she would tell you something along the lines of early breakfast, a good run, a shower and a late brunch alone  or with good company. But that was before this morning. Before she knew that it was possible to be woken up by the crescendo of her release rapidly approaching. She woke up gasping, her body jolting, but powerful hands were holding her hips down on the sheets, trapping Rosalie under Alexia’s relentless mouth. 

One of her hands grabbed her pillow as the other tangled itself in blonde locks. She could feel Alexia’s lips curl into a smile. “Bon dia Rosalia.” She all but purred, the vibration sending a shock through her whole body. 

Rosalie didn’t get the chance to answer the captain because her sentence was cut short by a guttural moan escaping her lips as she felt two fingers enter her. 

Alexia met no resistance as she lazily pumped her fingers, matching the rhythm of her tongue on her clit. She knew that Rosalie was close by the way she was squeezing her fingers. She switched the movement of her tongue to wrapping her lips around her clit and gently sucking. She curled her fingers and found that specific place which pushed Rosalie over the edge, the sensation growing so strong, she lost control of her body. Her mind going blank, she finally surrendered completely to her release. 

Alexia held her through it, her fingers slowing down but not stopping, wanting to drag out every ounce of Rosalie’s orgasm. Only when the fingers in her hair started to pull lightly did she finally pulled her fingers out and kiss her up the runner’s body. She was simply mesmerizing. Her chest was heaving still, her brunette hair was sprawled on the pillow in a hollow and a light smile was playing on her lips. 

“How are you feeling, little champion?” Alexia whispered before kissing her cheek lightly. 

“Wonderful.” She answered, feeling her body grow heavy once more and her eyes closing on their own accord. 

“You should get more sleep, you deserve it.” She said, tucking the brunette in the covers. 

Alexia grabbed her phone and a large t-shirt and left the bedroom, but not before checking back to the photographer, who had already drifted back to sleep. 

The Arsenal girls knew that there was no way Rosalie would be able to get up at the same time as them today. They knew how demanding the day before was and were glad to know the brunette was finally relaxing. The were all gathered aroud a little table in a coffee shop near Steph’s hotel, along with Lucy and Keira,when all hell broke loose.

Beth was the first to see the pictures. It was hard not to, they were circulating online at record speed. She first passed the phone to Leah, who was the one closest to her. It was the England captain's expression that caught Lucy’s attention. She saw her features go from shock to anger in the space of a few seconds. Then, it was the look in her eyes, like she was ready to end someone’s life right there and then. One look and the phone was passed to the older brunette. 

The first one was of the club. It had been taken from the bar where the person had a clear view of the dancefloor. You could see the team dancing and having fun, but in the far corner, There was Alexia, with a very recognizable expression, dragging a clueless Rosalie to the confines of the club bathroom. Anyone could guess that this was not a normal gals chat waiting to happen. The second one was of them exiting the club. Clearly disheveled and in a hurry. Force was to admit that these two could have been taken by any paparazzi or fan present that night.

But the others. Those were worrying. One was taken from a high point of view and panned down to the pitch where Alexia was standing very close to Rosalie, her hand on her hips and smiling down at the brunette. The other was of them, behind the tent the day before. The person had caught them kissing, arms wrapped around each other. The next one was the same settings, probably a few seconds after and showed them both smiling like idiots. Lucy took a second to really look at it. They looked happy and it warmed her heart to see it but soon enough, the reason she had these pictures ignited her anger again. 

The last one was the one that worried her the most. It was of Rosalie and Alexia walking up to an apartment complex. One Lucy knew well. This person had knowingly or not, divulged Alexia's address on social media.  

Lucy stood up abruptly and pulled out her own phone for her pocket. She prayed that the two women were still wrapped in their little bubble, too caught up in each other to check their phones. 

Her first call was to Marcello. She wanted to know who had posted these. Turns out, the new head of social media was already on the case. Then her finger hovered on her captain’s contact name. She knew that when it came to her private life, Alexia became fiercely protective. So she decided that it would be better if Alexia was coaxed into the news rather than discovered it like the last time. 

She waited for the woman to pick up, and at the moment she was about to give up, the line opened and all she could hear were rapid spanish cursing and loud clattering. “Alexia?”

“Aye, mierda, un momento Lucia.” she heard far away as more clattering followed by a string of very colourful words. 

“Ok ok, que quieres?” The poor blonde sounded overwhelmed. 

“What in the world are you doing Ale?”

“Burning breakfast.” Her answer followed by the sound of plates clattering. 

“Ok ok is Rosie still knocked out?” An awkward silence followed her question and Lucy cringed internally. “Don’t answer that. Have you been on your socials today?”

“No, why?” The silence that followed sent a chill in Alexia’s veins. She put the English woman on speaker and opened instagram. Lucy simply waited, listening to the blonde’s breathing in the speaker. She allowed her the time to process all this, and only spoke when she heard the sound of a chair being pulled and a long exhale on the other side of the line. 

“Ale?”

“Who.” That single word was laced with so much anger, it surprised the older woman. 

“We don’t know yet. Marcello is looking into it.” Another silence. 

“Did you see the comments?” Alexia asked, her voice cold and deadly. Lucy paused. She had not thought about that before and a ball dropped in her stomach. She had an idea of what exactly she would find if she was to scroll down the comment section and the thought alone drove her mad. 

“Lucy there’s people outside.” Alexia said. Looking out her window and seeing a bunch of people with cameras on her street.

“Ok you need to call management now Alexia. And please, this is going to be hell for her too…” Lucy started, but was cut off by the blonde. 

“Si, I know, do not worry.” She said, hanging up after. 

It took another hour for the Brunette to wake up. She threw on  an oversized Barcelona t-shirt she found laying on the dresser and made her way down the stairs. By then, Alexia had managed to get a hold of the disastrous breakfast situation and was sitting at the kitchen island. There was soft music playing in the background and everything was set up for a relaxing breakfast, and yet the atmosphere felt extremely tense. Rosalie could see the tension in Alexia’s posture and the way her shoulders rose then fell in rhythm with each shaky breath. 

It was like being splashed with cold water. Rosalie froze only a few feet from the captain, who seemed to sense her presence and pivoted on her stool. Her wild gaze seemed to soften at the sight of the photographer, but hardened once more at the sound of her phone buzzing on the counter. 

« What’s… what’s going on Alexia? » Rosalie asked, stuttering a little. 

“Where is your phone?” Alexia asked quickly. 

“I don’t know. It’s probably still in my bag, I didn’t take it out when we arrived.” Rosalie answered, confused about the question.

 “Why? Did someone try to reach me? Is everything ok?” She asked, panic starting to rise and making her words stumble out rapidly. 

Alexia stood up. She could see that her state was affecting the photographer. She made her way to the smaller woman and took her hands in hers. They had started shaking and shiny green orbs were piercing through her, waiting for an explanation. 

“Someone put some pictures of us online.” She said softly, as if her gentle voice could erase the message it had to convey. “They stalked us and caught us together. They even posted pictures of the front of my apartment.”

Only now did Rosalie register the noise coming from the opened window in the living room. She made a move to go see but Alexia didn’t let go of her hands and pulled her closer to her. “No no no Rosalia please listen to me.”

Rosalie’s breathing was quickening. In Such a short time, her privacy had been invaded twice. Plastering on the wall her life and shattering once again the fruits of her healing. She had already come so close to losing this connection with the captain and now once again, she was being thrusted into the spotlight against her will.

She could not stand to be this close to the woman she was sure would hate her again. She tried to pry away from her grip and put some distance between the two but strong hands kept her still.

 “Rosalia look at me” The words were muffled by the ringing in her ears, which seemed to intensify with every second. Her eyes were flying around the room without being able to focus on anything. She could feel herself slip into a state of panic, the feeling overpowering her. 

“ I’m… I’m sorry so… Merde… Je suis désolé Alexia please I’m…” words were stumbling out and she simply had no control over her own reaction. She was rapidly spiraling when warm hands connected with her cheeks. 

“Rosalie, breathe with me please.” Alexia took a long inhale and held it in for a second before letting go. Rosalie tried but it felt like something was constricting her chest and keeping her from breathing in. Alexia brought her hand up to her chest and laid her own on the photographer’s. “Here, can you feel me? I can feel you Rosalia, I am here with you. I am not going anywhere.”

She focused on the rise and fall of the footballer’s chest. A steady beat that grounded her and slowly brought her back in the present. Alexia stayed still allowing the photographer the time she needed. Time she herself needed to wrap her head around their situation. 

Rosalie’s forehead had, at some point, landed on Alexia’s shoulder. All her senses were flooded by the blonde’s presence and her words were slowly registering in her mind. They didn’t know how long they stayed in this position but when Rosalie finally moved, her limbs felt stiff and sore. Her gaze travelled up and reached Alexia’s own. “ Do you mean that?”

“Si, preciosa, I am not going anywhere, it’ll be ok.”

They spend the day on the sofa. Rosalie watched bad reality shows and documentaries while Alexia was, as always, studying their opponent’s previous games before their next champion league meet. Everytime one of their phones would light up, they tensed and waited a second before reaching for the device. Alexia and Lucy had kept in touch during the day but nothing new had come from their little investigation. Just like the first time, it was agreed that a meeting with the concerned parties and management would be held the next day and this time, Alexia was determined to have better results than before. 

[hypewinter]

Bruce carefully approached the child playing by himself in the park. The child giggled as they played with chalk, the sidewalk illuminated by a single street lamp.

"What are you drawing?" he said softly, not wanting to alarm them.

The child turned, revealing themself to be a little boy, no older than 5. He had raven black hair and icy blue eyes. Bruce could practically already hear Oracle snickering on the other end of the comms. She had probably already taken a snapshot of the boy through his visor and posted to the batkids group chat which contrary to popular belief, he did know about. Bruce sighed internally. He'd never hear the end of it when he got home. Especially if he had the kid in tow. Let's hope that didn't happen.

"Hello Batman!" a cheery voice broke him out of his thoughts. "I'm drawing a gargaggle!"

Bruce refocused on the boy who showed no signs of fear. He didn't even look surprised which was strange to say the least. "A gargaggle? Do you mean gargoyle?"

The boy furrowed his brows for a bit before piping up again. "I do! It's such a funny word. I can never get it right."

"I know the feeling," Bruce said, crouching down next to the boy. "Sometimes I struggle with words too."

The boy's eyes went wide as if he couldn't believe the Batman struggled with words. "Say-" Bruce started, "-it's pretty late out are your parents nearby?"

The boy shook his head. "No, I don't have parents," he said as he went back to doodling.

Ok Bruce don't freak out just yet. "Oh, then do you have a guardian of sorts? Like an older sibling, or another family member? Like an aunt or grandparent?"

The boy shook his head again. "Nope. Oh! But I do have a friend. She's very nice and gives me lots of gifts and special things."

Alright, he could work with that. Maybe this 'friend' was the kid's guardian and he just didn't realize it yet. That could happen if he was put in their care recently. Bruce cleared his throat to get the boy to look up at him again. "Do you know where your friend is right now?" he asked.

The boy smiled wide. " 'course I do! She's right over there!" As he spoke, he pointed to a clutter of trees, just to his left. "She really loves you and your family," he said. "She's shy though, so she hid when she saw you coming."

"I see," Bruce replied as he got up. "Well maybe I can convince her to come out." He walked over to where the boy had pointed and pulled apart the bushes, hoping to find a woman who he could talk to about the dangers of wandering around at night. Instead he found nothing.

Bruce heard a giggle from behind him. "That's not where she is silly," he said.

"But that's what you-"

"She's not in the bushes, she's in the shadows. She's really good at hide and seek you know. Once we were playing and she hid in the shadows. Then she snuck up behind me from another shadow. It was really unfair! I never win hide and seek or tag against her," the boy said, starting to pout.

She's in the shadows? A meta? And one with a similar power set to Signal no less. Hmmmm.

Bruce began making his way back to the boy. "Then where is she right now?" he asked.

The boy shrugged, as he returned to his drawing once again. "I don't know. Sometimes she leaves and doesn't return for days. Since you're around, I don't think she's coming back for a while."

Great, just great. He had managed to scare off a little boy's only guardian in the middle of the night. Good going Bruce. he chided himself. He crouched down next to the boy again. "Do you know how to get home? Maybe we can wait for your friend there."

The boy turned to Bruce again. "Sure do!" he said, puffing out his chest. " 'cause I'm a big boy and big boys know how to get home on their own." he recited.

That was another point for the growing concerning information checklist. "Okay let's go wait for her then."

The boy's face dropped as he looked longingly at his gargoyle drawing. For a moment, Bruce thought he would have to bribe the kid with a lollipop but instead he held up his arms to be carried. "Okay," he said solemnly.

Bruce exhaled in relief as he picked up the boy. After pulling out his grappling gun he turned to the boy. "Where to...." Shit. Had he really forgotten to ask for the kid's name?

The boy in question didn't seem all too bothered by that fact. "Danny," he answered seamlessly. "And it's that way." Bruce aimed his grappling gun and off they went.

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It took Danny all of two directions before he was out like a light. Bruce sighed, switching directions. Yep, he would truly never hear the end of it.

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[spenceragnewfics]

Can you do a fic where you're a crew/cast member and have been in a relationship with Spencer for a few years and he finally proposes? I'm thinking something cute where he proposes on set where the two of you first met after everyone has gone home for the day. Love your work btw!

I love this one so much!

I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

TW: None

Word Count: 1.1k

Description: When the four newest Smosh cast members are curious as to how Y/N and Spencer met. The story time turns into another heartwarming story.

People always say that you will know when you find the one. The person you’re supposed to be with for the rest of your life. It’d be like a cool wind or just a relaxed feeling when you meet them.

That’s what Y/N thought back in 2016 when she was dating Kevin. He was a nice guy. He had a good job and was pretty attractive, but he was a major cheater. You see, Y/N found him multiple times with multiple different women after promising time and time again not to do it again.

During this time, she started working at a new company called Smosh as a cast member. Her job was to be funny but it was really hard with everything going on in her life at the time. Thankfully, she made many friends with Courtney, Shayne, Keith, and Olivia when she first started but one person stood out in particular. She remembers the day like it was yesterday.

“Court, I’m telling you. I don’t need someone right now. I’m enjoying being single.” She says, she had been at the company only a couple of weeks but was already very close to the blonde. “Please, Y/N/N! You know I can help. I know that Kevin was a bad experience but you can’t let that hang you up.” She looks at Courtney with a bored expression before her eyes move behind her to the editing area, someone catching her attention.

He has curly hair that is styled back with dark stubble that matches his hair color. His skin is light with some olive undertones. He’s focused on the video in front of him but Y/N’s breath is caught in her throat. “Hey, hey, girly, are you okay?” Courtney asks, waving a hand in front of her face.

“Yeah, yeah, just…Court…who is that.” She nods her head towards the man as her friend turns to look, “Oh, that’s Spencer. He’s one of our editors. You haven’t met him yet?” They ask, shocked that she still hasn’t met him. “Well he’s going to be helping with the shoot today, you two can be introduced then,” Courtney says, smirking to themself with a thought.

Later when Y/N, Courtney, Damien, and Keith are getting miced up, Spencer walks in with his head focused on something. “Spencer! Hey, can you come over here?” Shayne asks, in on the plan Courtney thought up. He walks over, his laptop under his arm with raised brows “What’s up, Shayne?” 

“Have you met Y/N yet? Our newest cast member?” Spencer looks over to see her chatting with Courtney, Damien, and Keith. Laughing at something Keith said and is taken aback. “N-No, I haven’t.” He stutters out. Shayne wraps an arm around Spencer’s shoulder, walking him over to the group.

“Y/N.” Shayne says and she turns, a big smile on her face that makes Spencer melt just looking at her. “What’s up?” She asks, looking at Shayne before her eyes widen when she sees Spencer. “I wanted to introduce you to Spencer. He’s one of our best editors here.” He pushes the man closer to her.

The two both look nervous, making their friends smile. It’s adorable. “N-Nice to meet you.” Spencer stutters out again, putting his hand out. She shakes it with a shy smile, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/N.”

“And that was how we met all those years ago. When you babies were still just babies.” Y/N says, cuddled into Spencer’s side as she talks to Chanse, Trevor, Angela, and Arasha about how the two met. “So you two have been sickeningly cute since you met? That’s not fair!” Chanse whines, making the couple laugh.

“Eh, I guess. We did have our rough patches though. We made it through, that’s all that matters.” Spencer says, kissing the top of Y/N’s head and she smiles. “Okay, okay, you two are making me sick. I’m going to get lunch. Who wants to join me?” Arasha asks, getting off the floor that the four were sitting on around the couple like it was story time.

“Me.” Trevor and Chanse say, following Arasha. “Wait, I wanna ask more questions!” Angela says while Chanse drags her with him. Y/N waves goodbye to the four, a loving smile on her face.

As the years have passed she has become a welcoming figure in the cast along with Courtney. She’s moved to be mostly on Games with Spencer and the two had become known as the parents of the gaming channel.

“Can you believe it’s been almost ten years? Where has time gone?” She asks, playing with his fingers and enjoying the two of them being alone for once. “I know, it seems to be just passing by. Feels like we just started dating not too long ago.” He says, smiling at her.

She gets off the couch and looks around, “It’s still crazy that Courtney got Shayne in on a plan for us to get together and now they’re married.” She says, giggling at the memory. “And the fact that we met, officially, on a set like this.” He says, getting off the couch and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Yeah, time is weird.” She says, leaning her head onto his shoulder.

“You know, I never really thought about marriage. At least, not until I met you.” He said, making her look at him confused. “You know I’ve dated a few people but I never really saw anything long-term with them. You’re different though, I knew the moment I saw you that I wanted something and I wanted it long-term.” He cups her face before moving to one knee.

“Spence, are you really?” She asks, covering her mouth. “I have loved you for years. I never want to stop loving you. You have been here for me through thick and thin. I cannot think of anyone more I want to spend my life with than you. Y/N L/N, will you marry me.” He asks, pulling out a small velvet box with a beautiful ring inside it.

“Spencer, oh my god.” She says, getting on her knees to be eye level with him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She says grabbing his face and kissing him.

When the two pull away, he slides the ring on her finger as she looks at him lovingly. “Should we go tell everyone?” He asks, “In a minute. I just want to be here with you for now.” She says before kissing him again.

[anyaeras]

Moya litttle spider || N.Romanoff

Pairing || vampire Natasha Romanoff x AFAB reader

Warning || smut! ,, they/them pronouns ,, reader has a pussy ,, loss of virginity ,, innocent kink (kinda) ,,  possessive ,, a little manipulation ,, Russian usage 

Summary  || y/n was a vampire hunter in their village ,  ended up being fucked by the queen.

FYI || this is short and just smut plus I spent 20 min on it

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Y/n was a hunter, a human hunter at that, known for being ever so brave, the society was split between multiple species, vampires, being one of the dominating species. humans seemed to be on the lower end of the totem pole and would wallow in fear, cowering down to the enhanced.

Tonight was no different than most, y/n was out with the rest of the hunters in the community, their human town was small, but well-kept, and they did well making a system which became their way of living, a few selective people became hunters each person had a different reason for why they were a hunter, which was the most dangerous job, being a Hunter meant constantly putting your life on the line in order to protect your people, most despised the thought of anybody going through that, yet y/n had no one to care for them anyway, their parents were preoccupied, and they never made any friends, they lived as the "wanderer" inside their small town.

"Come on get your shit and let's go, we need to be quick" Kent called out, he was a tall and large man, he was in charge of the hunters for this community, yelling specifically at y/n, they hadn't meant to fall behind just it was a lot for someone their size to carry, that's what they get for being a hunter, shit they only even took this job to try and prove they were worth something to their parents, to show they were just as good as their brothers....

Running to keep up, already a few steps behind y/n was able to catch up to the rest of the squad.

"Draw your weapons" was ordered after a quick rumble with heard between the bushes. Y/n was fumbling with their bow, proceeding to just brush it off and go for a dagger, removing it from their leg holder. Yet in a flash it seemed something had pulled the weapon away. There y/n watched as the whole team ran, fleeing from the situation, leaving no help or communication with y/n, who out of absolute instant stumble back tripping over a long root, cause them to tumble to the ground, as the hunter was trying to pull themself together getting up to run following their group a lengthy hand was felt grasping their arm , panic set in quickly, now holding no weapons having no way to fight back, all y/n could do was try and run, yet due to the firm grasp it seemed the attempts were absolutely pointless, finally the creature who had a hold on y/n flip them around becoming face-to-face with a vampire...not just a vampire clearly a royal vampire.

"Aren't you a little small to be a hunter Дорогой" the red headed women who stood tall above y/n spoke down to them.

Y/n was in a pickle that was for damn sure, no place to run, the idea that this was the end and that this vile creature who stood before them whom might they add was extremely pretty for being a vampire....well what was y/n to compare it to it's not like they've met any other vampires, the only had any idea about them due to story's which have been told throughout the community....but that's besides the point.

"I am not, I am just as capable to be a hunter as any of those men" every small ounce of braveness was pulled from their body as they stood as tall as they possible could in front of the much larger women.

"Aren't you cute, well I'm sure you are just as strong as those big bad men, but maybe even braver they just took off and left you here for me, isn't that right Дорогой" the soft voice was taunting to the young hunter, yet there was nothing they could do about it, the vampire had moved closer one hand reached under y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at the vampire meeting eye to eye.

Y/n tried to pull away but was to no success, being held in a state with the vampire.

"You smell....devine" Natasha's raspy tone was echoing in y/n's head, yet it was quick when Natasha made a move, pushing her lips into y/n's which when y/n didn't entirely pull away a smirk was stuck to her Crimson lips.

"Don't tell me, you enjoy the big scary vampire kissing your lips? Mmm?" The tall vampire teased get a firm "never"' from the human, but that didn't stop her, moving her kisses lower finally to her delight a strangled moan slipped prompting Natasha to go on, something was drawing her to the human clearly going to keep the small being.

"Y/n tell me are you a virgin?" The supernatural asked stoping the sloppy kissed abruptly to ask, noticing y/n's heart race increase telling they were about to lie

"No, I-I'm not" y/n tried to keep a straight face and seem confident in the lie yet the tell tale signs would clearly give y/n away.

"Would you like to say the truth now? Or will I have to do it for you?" The vampire stated with almost a cold expression, which cause the humans cheeks to rush to a rosey shade, the long skinny hands of Natasha started to rome y/n'a body, slipping down into the waistline of their pants feeling the soft underwear material slightly damp causing the women to let out a small laugh.

"Wow for a human who came to kill me, you seen wildly turned on" the teasing only turned y/n's face an even darker shade of red, while Natasha fingers moved pushing past their panties to run her fingers between their folds, coating her cold long fingers in y/n's warm juices, the action caused a choked moan to slip out from them only leading Natasha to smirk.

"Look at you doing so well for your first Дорогой (darling) you will be such a good pet for me, you'll like the castle, it's so much better than the village you come from" Natasha's words went right past y/n, the new found feeling of pleaser overtook their thought process.

Slowly Natasha kept going enjoying how y/n was reacting, getting them hot and bothered while their cunt was just dripping, easily only one finger slipped into y/n, causing them to Yelp at this brand new feeling

"My oh my y/n tell me doesn't that feel good, letting me play with your virgin cunt, you seemed to be enjoying it" Natasha pushed on thrusting the one finger in and out before adding a second one making y/n back arch

"Oh my god, please please don't...don't stop" y/n pleaded with Natasha the pleasure of being penetrated was mind blowing, y/n didn't have it in them to think logically about the fact a vampire was fingering their pussy, all they could do was melt into her hold.

Natasha speed up the movement of her fingers yet when the feeling of needed to Piss came over them they tried their best to push away from the supernatural.

"N-no please stop...gotta pee" the words made the vampire laugh, she then saw how innocent her pet was.

"Shh no, just let go" Natasha said keeping her voice soft, while her free hand moved from supporting y/n who also was leaning in a tree, to placing pressure on their clit. With all the motion y/n was thrown over the edge with a long moan, y/n's cum flushed onto Natasha fingers, yet the vampire didn't remove herself from their pussy until they had a moment to come down from their high, the vampire held the human up with one arm, removing her other hand from their pants licking her fingers clean before turning back to y/n.

"You'll be such, a good good pet Мой маленький паук (my little spider)

[finnbbl]

Hyunjin X M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 1

Ch. 1 - Can I get your Number? | Next Chapter |

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Background: You’re a backup dancer. You typically dance for groups locally, but sometimes you’ll get the chance to travel on tour with artists. You’re very good friends with everyone in ITZY thanks to Lia (Who you attended highschool with)

A/N: Haven’t decided who you’ll end up with in SKZ yet, leave suggestions in the comments

Word Count: 1.1k

Written: Yes

SMAU: Yes

Proofread: Like halfly

Warnings: Typos probably, Swearing, Y/N and Lia being a Simp

As you smile at yours and Lia’s playful banter, you decide to put your phone away. Flicking the ringer button off, you slip it into your small cross body back you brought with you. As you set it down, you can’t help but glance over at the members of ATEEZ. They were dressed so casually, yet still enough to send your stomach into a frenzy. Not only had you been a fan of them for years, god were they attractive. That would not help you with your image, as same sex marriage or dating was highly frowned upon in Korea. You weren’t famous per se, but you were definitely known here and there. So you had to be just as careful as idols did about how you presented yourself.

You checked the time noticing it was barely 15 minutes until scheduled makeup. 50 until sound check. If you were gonna go to the restroom, you had to go now. Exiting the door and walking down the hallway, the silent clicking of your shoes was the only thing that could be heard as you hurried to the restroom. Eyes scanning every door through the hall until they landed upon the men’s sign. Aware of the short time, you didn’t waste any time opening the door. Though failing to notice the tall and buff build of the guy next to the mirror. Or failing to notice him at all. Putting your hand under the sensor of the fancy sink, you quickly splashed water onto your face. With a couple deep breaths, your hands propped themself as you hunched over the sink. The nervousness only thickened. “Think I’m gonna be sick.” You muttered under your breath as you relaxed your head into your hands. “Are you okay? Do you need some help?”

Eyes shot open.

You knew that voice. You could recognize it anywhere. Although your mind screamed at you to not look at the owner of the voice behind you, your body moved quicker. Whipping around to be met with the strong build of none other than San, one of ATEEZ’s members.

You were next to San. The San. From ATEEZ. The group you’d loved so much and the man you’d found so damn attractive. You could’ve swore you saw all eight of them in the other room. Anxiety must’ve gotten the best of you though, and you failed to notice he wasn’t there. “S-San? Woah what are you doing here?” Breathing out nervously, you had realized how dumb you sounded. “What are you doing here?” Your words played over again in your head. What a dumb question to ask someone who’s in the bathroom. “Uh I mean-“

He interrupted with a chuckle. “I guess I could ask you the same thing but uh… fairly obvious.” San states as he examines the state you’re in, your body language. You smile nervously, one foot is anxiously dragging itself along the floor as you try to back up more, except your body is already pressed up against the counter. Embarrassment and anxiety creeped up your spine to your neck and face. “S-Sorry I’ll get going.” Shooting him one last gentle smile as you turn to head to the door. “You know it’s okay to be nervous.” He says before your hand can reach the door. You hault. “I get nervous sometimes too still, but I promise it gets easier the more you do it.” You can’t help but turn to face San now. “Really? You get nervous?” How could someone like him ever get nervous? All of them looked so put together and organized. Much more than you were. “Yeah, just because someone’s popular doesn’t mean they don’t get nervous.” He said with a laugh lacing his words. There you went, making yourself look stupid again. “Pathetic…” You thought. “I uh.. I just figured you know you all.. I mean, you all look so.. calm and I know for a fact my anxiety shows when I’m up on stage and-“

“Well you’re surely wrong.” You paused. “What? What do you mean?” How could someone like San know anything about you or the way you preform. “Y/N right?” Eyes widened as you held a sharp breath. “Y-Yeah how’d you-“

“You’re a damn good dancer I can say that.” A smile fell upon his soft looking lips. San knew who you were? And he was complimenting you? He must’ve noticed the shock on your face when he said that. “I take it you don’t think very highly of yourself hm?” You could feel yourself cringe at his words. It was such a blunt and direct statement, but very much true. “That obvious, huh?” Nervous chuckling fell from your mouth as you spoke. Although, you definitely could feel yourself begin to relax more. That was until San started to move closer to you. He was so.. fucking hot, it made you nervous. “You gotta give yourself more credit man,” One of his elbows nudged your side as he smiled lightly. Something about San’s smile was contagious, cause soon you found yourself smiling along with him. “Look, something that puts you aside from other backup dancers is you’re kind. You’re patient and you have an amazing personality. I can see it when you’re performing.”

A comfortable silence fell between you two. With San’s comfortable and reassuring words, you felt at ease. Most of the anxiety slipped away. “Here..” San broke the silence as he reached one of his hands into his pocket. “Put your number in my phone, I have some techniques that i’ve found pretty useful with calming nervousness.” He said as gently held out his phone to you. Hesitant, your eyes shot from his phone to his eyes, alternating between the two. “A-Are you sure I mean-“

“Yes dude, I’m sure. Plus, I wanna get to know you. You seem cool.” You looked down, biting your lip before your eyes found their way back up. “Okay.. Yeah sure.” Your hands reached for his phone. His hands grazed yours as he passed the device to you, where the contact screen was already open. You shakily typed in your number, still not sure if this was a good idea. Nothing wrong with him, but your emotions or hormones could definitely not handle it. “Awesome,” San said as you handed his phone back. Both of you must’ve lost track of time, he spoke up. “Ah shit, we should get back. Makeup is scheduled in five minutes, come on i’ll walk you back.” You couldn’t say anything, all you could do was nod in response as you followed him back to the dressing room. Your nerves may have settled, but they were back just as quickly thanks to San’s charming face and personality.

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[tiredly101]

New Neighbor Part two

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!male reader, Eddie x Writter!male reader (platonic)

Illustrated Au

New Neighbor Masterlist

Took screenshot of the gift made by @rerenfuge and M/n means male reader! Decided to put a last name for you reader but change it if you want!

Wally decided that it could not be a coincidence but that didn't pull away the fact that said guy was beautiful, like almost a god like beauty and that was all it took for Wally to get his heart pondering aggressively while a brush creeped its way from his collarbone up to his cheeks. While Eddie and the guy walked closer to the whole group sharing laughs but now it was visible that the guy was munching on an apple.

Eddie and the guy stopped outside of the new house and were shocked to see everyone already there, waiting for both of them which made the guy smile shyly while he fiddled with the ends of his handkerchief. Wally could only stare while everyone presented themself to the guy whose name was M/n Cherry and then those beautiful eyes of his stared at Wally as if he was waiting for something.

“And you are?,” said M/n softly but Wally could only focus on how smooth his voice was, it was soft yet rough which only worsened the feeling of butterflies on his stomach. Barnaby cleaned his throat while barely pushing Wally which was able to snap him out of his thoughts,

“Wally…my name is Wally Darling,” said Wally while looking at M/n smile at him which only seemed to worsen his blush.

“Wally Darling, last name sure does justice my darling,” said M/n in a soft teasing tone which made some steam come out of his head while his blush was cherry red which made M/n laugh softly at his reaction.

“Would you like to come in?,” M/n asked in general but his eyes never strayed from Wally and who could blame him? He was being way to cute for his own good which produced M/n to tease him a tad.

Everyone walked into the shop-house of M/n with a smile on their faces since it was very comforting the stacks of paper, the books and the coffee smell that floated through the house. Sally almost jumped out of her skin when M/n said that they could read anything from what he had out and she quite literally jumped at the pile of scrips having multiple reactions to the various scenes meanwhile Frank, while holding hands with Eddie, walked up to the bookshelf and grabbed one of M/n’s novel seemingly enjoying the first pages of the book he picked.

“M/n, I absolutely love this script! Would you mind if I use if for a play?,” asked Sally happily and only getting further exited when M/n calm voice accepted her request and told Frank he could take the book if he wanted to which made him blush from embarrassment.

Wally could only stare at M/n when he offered him an apple while eating one himself. Wally took the apple happily and watch as M/n talked excitedly about a story he planed on writing with Eddie who gave the man more ideas.

“Wally, stop staring that little hearts are being formed on the top of your head,” said Barnaby in a hushed voice to Wally who looked shocked and looked away, begrudgingly, from you and eat the apple with a very noticeable blush.

Might do a part three but if I do let me know if you wanna be tagged!

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 1 MATCH 1

Qiu propaganda:

“i love them sooooo much i was completely head over heels for cove but then i found out about qiu lin and ol2 and they took that spot in my brain IMMEDIATELY. that should say enough. also i just really want them to win this time </3”

“They're my beloved :] and also the only OL character not disqualified so I had to hdjdbdj I just wanna see how far they can go now :]”

“Genderfluid ADHD monarch. They enjoy mountain biking and ballet. As a kid, if they're set to Crush, they'll desperately try to find a way to link the MC's favorite color to themselves in an attempt to impress. They're the most popular kid in town and for good reason. Can be sharp as a tack, especially in social situations, but also can be so endearingly stupid.”

“Listen. Listen to me. Here's why Qiu Lin deserves the win (ha)

- They're a trans POC love interest (specifically genderfluid and chinese-american)

- They spend a lot of time in Step 1 (the first part of the game where everyone is a kid) being super nice and trying to accommodate for you

- They specifically try super hard to bring you (and Tamarack) into their already established friendship group

- (It doesn't work out super well initially but they're trying, be nice)

- Qiu's also just. Super sweet when you're set to have a crush on them in Step 1

- Like, their word count almost doubles when they have a crush on your MC

- There's one part of the game where you can bring up your favourite colour

- On a friendship route (or if you're set to neighbours), Qiu will maybe make a short comment about something related to your favourite colour

- On crush? Qiu stretches so far to tie your favourite colour back themself. Your favourite colour is green? That's the colour of their jacket!!! It's black? Like their bike, did they mention their cool bike!!! It's white, [imagine this is in italics] the inside of their house (no, really)!!! [end of imagining this is italics]

- They're also set to have an arc about much they accommodate for others and how they go from over accommodation in Step 1 to no accommodation in Step 2 to finding a balance in Step 3

- Also, like, they do in fact go through gender identity issues. In fact, they spend Step 2 not quite knowing their gender identity fully

Now, vote for Qiu!!!!”

Ai propaganda:

“alright fuckers buckle up tight cause its ai propaganda time. heavy on spoilers but i must make the glory of ai mikaze known to the world

ai mikaze is from the idol series uta no prince sama. he is part of the group quartet night, and he sings and also plays the synthesizer. during his route in the game, he was revealed to be a robot, created as a replacement for a former idol named aine who committed suicide in order to escape the stress of being an idol — the attempt however was unsuccessful and he’s been in a coma since. as such ai was created as a copy of aine, and their brain activity was linked — anything ai saw, learned, felt, and experienced would likewise be felt by aine while being unconscious.

ai is very curious in nature and enjoys learning as much as he can, and is also very hardworking, constantly putting maximum effort into his activities as an idol. he is known for having a “sharp tongue” however he is just blunt due to the way he thinks and processes situations because of him being an artificial intelligence. furthermore, since he is an a.i., ai states that he does not feel emotions and instead observes and studies those of others — when quartet night was assigned to be mentors to the group starish, ai mentioned he was interested in natsuki and syo as “test subjects.” despite this, he has been shown creating close relationships with his peers in both qn and starish over time

one instance of ai’s interpersonal development is shown by his faith in starish during the second season of the anime. while overseeing the group, he was worried for them while they were preparing for the performance competing for the utapri award. reiji commented on the fact that ai was worried, as it was unusual for him — later, ai was questioning reiji’s “belief” in starish, how he could be worried about them, and also questions what his heart is. while getting accustomed to more personal relationships, he is shown to sincerely care for starish, particularly because he has mentored syo and natsuki, then questions why he feels that way

another example is ai’s change in perspective regarding the idol group he is in; quartet night, formed by the idol agency shining entertainment, consisting of members reiji kotobuki, ranmaru kurosaki, ai mikaze, and camus. (fun fact, the idol that ai was created as a clone of was close friends with reiji during his time he attended saotome academy, which is an idol school associated with shining entertainment). the members of qn are very different in both personality and background, thus they often tend to get into arguments and are not quite as close as the members of fellow idol group starish, whom they mentor, are, rather they are more standoffish with each other — as much as reiji tries to get them to get along, his attempts often backfire and do not last long. ai often acts as a mediator when ranmaru and camus argue, but he still views the others as merely acquaintances and colleagues. 

i cant speak much for what happens with qn in the games bc i have not played them (curse you broccoli for never localizing them…) so i will talk about what happens in the anime. theres one episode in particular where their conflicts become so bad, reiji confesses he is fed up with trying to make them all get along and leaves. the other 3 wait for him to come back- but he doesn't. they reflect over their experiences together as a group and go off to find reiji, where they all come to agree that they may not explicitly be friends, however they work very well together and enjoy being teammates. this was character development for ai, showing that he was able to learn to accept and appreciate his teammates. so not only has he been shown to care for his juniors, but he has also grown to appreciate his own teammates 

finally, we come to his route and story. as previously stated the original games were not localized and i cannot read japanese so what i do know of his route is through summaries and such. in ai’s story, the playable character/mc, haruka, is tasked with writing a solo song for ai. as she did in the anime, haruka takes some time with ai to go out together so she can learn about him and determine how to write the song. as this progresses, ai becomes fond of haruka — this is unknown to him at first, however he eventually comes to realize he has fallen for her. from the uncomfortable feeling while trying to play the song arrangement, to admitting he worries for haruka, to wanting to experience memories he didn't have (thanks robot brain) with haruka, to starting a romantic relationship with haruka. ai essentially went from believing he could not feel human emotions, to experiencing enough of them to be able to love someone. additionally, while being with haruka, ai is able to embrace his true self and accept that, while he is an android, he is also capable of feeling and loving, just as humans do. he was also able to accept that, despite him being made as a copy of aine, ai is also very much his own unique person with his own unique experiences and feelings, and became more confident in his existence.

all of these events demonstrates ai’s immense character growth — from a nonchalant workaholic to someone who genuinely cares about those around him. he was able to accept who he is and become more of his own unique person. not to mention how absolutely sweet he is to haruka, he is so doting and loving despite not knowing wtf he is doing or feeling its actually so adorable. and can we also take a second to talk about how stunning his voice is (SHOUTOUT TO AOI SHOUTA YOU'RE DOING GODS WORK) like, his range, the mix of the calm, almost melancholic sweetness and the ability to pour powerful emotions into his singing despite not initially understanding such emotions, and how well his voice complements the others. he also is simply just stunning. i mean look at him. HES BEAUTIFUL.

ai has captivated me since the moment i looked into utapri and downloaded shining live (a fallen soldier… rip). everything i've learned about him as i've dug deep into the series has made me love him more and more. please appreciate this beautiful lovely guy known as ai mikaze”

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Fairytales : In which Virgil kills some plants.

Virgil ends up on a quest in the imagination he didn't agree to. Through which he ends up slaughtering some flora, almost stabbing an old woman and expessing his hatred for a staircase in his quest to rescue his beloved from his own woes.

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Warnings: None I'm aware of, if there are any I should list lmk!

Pairings: Prinxiety

Word Count: 2139

Notes:

This is the longest fic I've written from one of these ship weeks so far jfkdlsjfds

Todays prompts from @prinxietyweek were Fairytale and Daydream! Both of which I employed here!

Roman is genderfluid in this fic/au! They switch between pronouns and how they prefer to present - in this fic they're using they/them

I don't think this needs any tws but please let me know if I should add any!

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“Roman?” Virgil yelled into the forest, picking his way through dense vegetation, pushing aside a thick dark green vine to keep making his way forward. Belatedly he realised he could use the sword at his hip he had been given to cut through them - albeit sloppily, Virgil wasn’t good with a sword, “Ro c’mon, we don’t have time for this!”

The wind whistled through the trees, there was no answer.

“Can you at least - eugh-” Virgil slashed at an invitingly pink flower that had started oozing some kind of corrosive slime as he got closer, “Can you at least give me a hint at what I’m even doing here?”

Looking for Roman was a pretty monumental task when Roman didn’t want to be found, and Virgil had been the unlucky soul to get the job (he had volunteered). They were supposed to be going to a ball on Remus’ side of the imagination as a group in less than an hour and no-one had been able to find Roman, so Virgil had said he’d go into the imagination to look. His time spent in there with the Prince himself had gotten him acquainted enough.

At least so he thought. 

When he entered the imagination he found himself in this thick forest - closed in on all sides with dense vegetation, half of which seemed to be out to kill him. Not to mention he was dressed up all fancy. The imagination was in quest mode.

Quest Mode was the name Virgil had affectionately given to the infuriatingly frustrating trials and plotlines Roman liked to conjure up to get the others to play in. They’d get an outfit change, a character role, sometimes even a backstory. Virgil hated it (he didn’t, usually he liked the adventures his beloved Prince put together for them all, he was just frustrated). He was yet to even work out what his role was supposed to be here and Roman wasn’t giving any hints. 

And they had to be somewhere! Yet the only way to get out of a quest was either for Roman themself to end it or for the quest to reach its conclusion. Great.

“Where am I supposed to be going?” Virgil yelled at the sky, which he couldn’t see through the canopy. 

A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance and Virgil groaned, taking that as a sign and beginning to head that way. At least he finally had a direction.

“So…” Virgil said aloud to no-one, “Anyone gonna tell me who I’m supposed to be…. Or what I’m doing here…? Where is Roman anyway, they’re usually here with us!”

No response. Virgil looked for a puddle of water he could at least see his reflection in, before once again realising he had a very shiny sword in hand that he could quite easily use to look at himself. When he did, he groaned. 

On his head was a silver crown. It was light enough that he had barely noticed it before, and it was pretty too - set with purple gemstones and shimmering silver beads. The outfit he wore was way too fancy for his tastes, he already knew that, and absolutely not suited to trekking through the forest at all. He was wearing a royal purple sash. 

“Am I supposed to be some kind of Prince?” Virgil complained, huffing and tugging at the sash. His outfit looked a little like Roman’s, but black with silver and purple accents rather than white with red and gold. It was also a little more elaborate, with silver embroidery and a collar that circled up to his neck. His boots came up to his knees and his pants were loose and baggy - at least that was decent. This outfit was horrifically impractical for the setting he had been thrust into. Usually on these quests he ended up as some kind of rogue or archer - not a Prince - that was usually Roman’s role, if they were feeling it, or princess, if they were feeling that instead. Regardless, ‘Royalty’ wasn’t Virgil’s role, he didn’t like it. Suddenly he felt like he had a whole lot of pressure on him. 

All he could do now, though, was to keep moving towards the distant sounds of thunder. 

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Eventually, Virgil emerged from the forest after what felt like hours on hours of walking, though really it mustn’t have been that long. From the forest he came onto a cliff face, the drop must be hundreds of feet and a sick feeling pooled in Virgil’s stomach when he looked down. Looking back he could see that this forest spanned for miles, and behind him the cliffs continued upward to form a steep, rocky mountain. 

This place seemed just as treacherous as the forest did for a whole host of different reasons, but at least here he could see into the distance - and what he saw was a single tower surrounded by a dark sky full of storm clouds, lightning crashing and thunder rumbling.

He guessed that was his destination. Great. 

If he died, he was going to kill Roman.

At the very least, the tower had given him a little more of a clue as to what the story he was supposed to be a part of was about. That didn’t mean he liked it any more.

So he was a prince rescuing a damsel in distress - a princess locked in a tower, or something. The typical cliche.

“Hello dearie!”

Virgil screamed, turning and pointing his sword at the little old lady who had just materialised on the goddamn path out of fucking nowhere. He had almost stabbed her right in the face. 

“Who the hell are you?” Virgil asked, he could admit he had panicked a little - he wasn’t normally the type to scream at old ladies. 

“Now now dearie, it’s all okay, don’t fret so! I’m your guide!” She said brightly, Virgil stared, dumbfounded.

“Well I know where I’m going now,” he huffed, “You couldn’t’ve poofed into existence back when I was lost in that stupid forest?”

“I’m afraid Their Grace is… having a tad bit of trouble,” The old lady admitted as she took Virgil’s hand and hobbled resiliently up the rocky path. Goddamn, this lady was strong.

“Trouble with what?” Virgil asked, following though he was unhappy about it, “Roman never has trouble with this kinda stuff!”

“Trouble holding the fairytale together for you, dear, but it’s what they need right now.”

“Cryptic much?”

“You’ll understand in time,” She said, typical old-lady-in-a-story to not actually tell him shit. Virgil grumbled, but eventually fell quiet too as they continued to approach the distant tower that slowly became not so distant.

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The old woman left when they arrived at the foot of the tower, wishing him good luck as he headed in. 

It turned out that the tower itself wasn’t that special, with just a set of spiral stairs inside leading up. 

Looking back, none of this journey had actually been hard - well, perhaps the deadly plants in the forest had been annoying - nothing had been impossible or even all that difficult to defeat. 

The worst thing he’d had to face today, thinking realistically, was the stairs in this tower. By the time he finally reached the top of them he was exhausted, and not to mention worried about Roman. What had that old lady meant? What if Roman was hurt?

When Virgil finally gets to the top of the tower he expects to find Roman. 

What he did not expect was to find Roman huddled up on themself in the corner, dressed in an extravagant ball gown and tiara but looking practically miserable. Immediately, of course, Virgil went over to them, crouching down and reaching for them. Roman quickly took his hand in both of their gloved ones. When they looked up it was clear that they had been crying. All of his frustration at the quest melted away at the look of pure relief on Roman’s face. 

“Hello, your majesty,” Virgil says softly, with just the hint of a tease, reaching with his other hand to cup Roman’s cheek, “I believe I’ve been sent to rescue you?”

“I’m sorry, stormcloud,” Roman said quietly, voice smaller than Virgil would like it, “I didn’t mean to rope you into all this I- I couldn’t project properly - I meant to bring you closer to the tower - just- I- I didn’t want any of the others so I had to-”

“Hey, hey, shhh Princey, it’s okay,” Virgil said, rubbing Roman’s cheek back and forth with his thumb, “It’s okay, what’s wrong? What's got you in such a sorry state?”

“I- I couldn’t decide what to wear to Remus’ ball…” Roman admitted, looking down. For a moment, Virgil considered saying something along the lines of “Is that all?” but he bit his tongue. He knew how important presentation was to Roman. 

“And you got upset?” Virgil asked, Roman nodded, “Can you tell me exactly what it was about it that upset you?”

“I…” Roman said, before stopping themself, “I couldn’t decide whether to wear a dress or a suit - and - and so I tried both on and- neither felt right and I- I didn’t know what to do-”

Virgil could see the tears building up in Roman’s eyes, so he gently squeezed Roman’s hand. 

“Okay,” Virgil said softly, “Can you end the daydream, my love?” he asked, “I’d like you to snap us into some comfy clothes, if that’s alright? Pajamas - or a hoodie or something, whatever you feel most like wearing right now.”

It took a decent amount of time and concentration, but eventually the quest setting faded, leaving them in a lush room in Roman’s palace instead, the one that sat at the centre of the imagination. Best of all, though, Virgil was back into his hoodie. With a snap, Roman wore an oversized sweater along with a skirt and knee-high socks, Virgil coo-ed.

“Pronouns, love?” he asked, tilting his head. 

“They/them, I think, it’s kinda fuzzy right now,” Roman admitted, looking down. Virgil nodded and scooped Roman up - earning a yelp in surprise - and carried them over to the large bed. Putting them down and climbing up after them earned him a confused hum as Virgil pulled Roman into a hug. Resting his lovely Royal against his chest and combing his fingers through their hair. 

“So…” Virgil said eventually, “What’s bothering you so much about the clothes, then? It’s not that Remus’ll care, right? We both know he won't.”

“No- no it’s not that,” Roman mumbled against his chest. Virgil kissed the top of his head, “It’s… I don’t know, both just felt - wrong, too - too gender, both outfits.”

“Ahh, I see,” Virgil said softly. So Roman didn’t want to dress masculine or feminine - Virgil sighed, trying to wrack his brain for a solution. Eventually he came up with one.

“What about-” he paused, “Hm- I saw this thing on the internet a while ago where it’s like - some kind of formal jumpsuit thing that has pants that kinda look like a skirt? Do you think something like that might work?”

For a long moment, Roman seemed to be lost in thought, before humming, “Oh that - that could maybe work…”

Roman stood up and Virgil moved to the side of the bed to watch as Roman snapped themself into a red and white jumpsuit. The jumpsuit had no sleeves and a high collar with a cape-like section attached to the waist that looked like a skirt when they stood still, but when they walked showed that they were actually wearing pants instead. They looked delighted. 

“Oh you look great, Ro,” Virgil said happily, “Does it feel okay?”

“Y- yeah actually - this feels… perfect,” Roman said softly, “Thank you, my dearest stormcloud… are you sure it looks okay?”

“Well duh -” Virgil rolled his eyes, “Now - we should head to the ball before it doesn’t matter what we wear - because he’ll kill us.”

“Oh but what about you? You can’t go dressed like that!” Roman protested, rushing over and brushing down Virgil’s hoodie. Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Damn - thought I might get away with that,” He joked, “Uh - I mean, that prince costume from earlier wasn’t actually that bad…”

“Your wish is my command!” Roman cheered, leaning forward and giving him a kiss. When he pulled away, Virgil’s clothes had changed back to the costume he had been wearing before, “You shall go to the ball, my sweet Prince.”

Roman kissed the back of his hand and Virgil blushed bright pink, making a string of incoherent sounds before finally ending up on “That’s - that’s not how this works! You can’t do that!”

“I think I very well can,” Roman said with a smirk, “Come, lets go, we wouldn’t want to be late now, would we?”

“That’s what I- oh nevermind…”

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Hunters - Creatures Gang

Some hours ago they all ended up running in a group of hylians, normally the ones who are more familiarized with them will make sure to get them away from the rest. 

Sadly their luck had other plans.

They suddenly appeared and tried to take down first the bigger ones, Warriors being one of the principal objectives. Hunters? It’s very likely as they are walking through Legend’s era.

Their second main victim for some reason was Hyrule. They all knew that being a fairy is hard just for the fact that they’re small and vulnerable, but he was never a worry when they found themself attacked.

The hylians had tried to keep the fairy of the group inside a bottle, the rest keeping all of them away. If it wasn’t for Sky and using his wings to distract them, Hyrule will be trapped there for who knows what amount of time. 

After getting them all away and finally scaring them with one of Wild’s bombs—They all were sure that it wasn’t only to threaten them— The little fairy was already on top of a tree, hidden in some empty nest inside the wood. 

This is why he stays away from hylians! He doesn’t understand why some of their group swear that they’re friendly. They don’t understand being hunted just for own benefit your whole life. 

“Hyrule! They’re gone! you can get down now!” That was Four, the mouse kept his distance with hylians, but not for the same reasons. Still, he was one of his closest supports.

But, right now? He prefers staying there.

“Rulie! Just get down, we need to keep going!” That was Legend, he was already wondering where the rabbit went when the hunters appeared. “I doubt that Wind will be able to get there without hitting himself with the tree four times.”

He should get down, this wasn’t the big deal. They’re gone and it is not probable that there are more of them waiting for him. But if he gets down they would come back, they were so determinate to keep him in that bottle, maybe-

“I’ll ask Sky to get me up there if you don’t come here!” 

“Okay okay! I’ll go” Legend wasn’t fond of getting close to the bigger ones, and he doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable. He flew out of the nest and in a flash of light he was already next to the bunny and the mouse. “We can go now.”

Legend frowned, got closer and put his head lower. “Get on, you can stay here”

The fairy looked at him a little confused, he used to stay on top of his head a lot for low energy, but now he was so much better! He doesn't need this. 

“Four can stay with you” Before the mouse said something he pushed him, making him nod in response.

He wasn’t tired, he could fly without problem the next few hours, but if Legend was offering… He flew and sat on top of the rabbit’s head, a little later the mouse getting there for himself. 

They got back with the rest of the group, and even where he sat it wasn’t impossible to miss how Legend ignored how all of them saw them. This was a little unusual with their rabbit, but everyone was polite enough to not point it out.

Hyrule grabbed some of the pink fluff, testing if it bothers Legend, and when not seeing a response he just let himself sink in the furr. Four stayed next to him and started chatting with himself and giving random facts to keep the silence away.

The hunters now were the last of the things inside his mind, his wings were less tense than before—When did he tensed them?— and Four’s company is really nice to have now.

The rest of their trip continued without interference and they all got safely to Legend’s home, and Legend had to get help from Wild and Four to take a sleepy fairy off of his head.

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I told you there was gonna be more of Hyrule!

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The Epically Convoluted Journey of Agent Walker.

Guess who finished the first chapter of the fic they've been writing on and off for weeks. It's me, I am that person. Still not sure on the title but I'm fine with this.

So anyway here it is.

And for those who haven't seen my yammering on this idea. Basic concept is Agent Walker fic but loosely follows the song structure of Epic: The Musical/ The general vibe of the Odyssey.

Hope you guys enjoy.

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Agent Walker just wants to go home. He thought that was the administration, he thought that it was wherever all his stuff was, but he soon came to realise that he didn't really know what home meant, and maybe he should start looking for one. That is of course after he brings all his agents back to the Administration in one piece. He also wouldn't mind if life would just stop throwing side quests at him for five seconds.

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The Man and the Dragon

This was going to be a simple in and out trip. Confirm the rumours that an extremely powerful dragon is powering an entire city and decide what to do with it. All he had to do was command roughly 100 operatives in the field, none of which he had any experience with before, with him only previously having the hyper specific position of manager of realm reassignment, which means you don’t really know many people outside your field. But a simple crash course would apparently do wonders for him and, “The administrator themself said this would be a good fit for you, Agent Walker, you would have a real knack for field work that will prove beneficial.” 

Say what you want about the administration but they had operatives to spare when it came to field assignments, 100 is actually on the low end for your regular operation. 

“Alright, are we all aware of the mission ahead?”

“Yes Agent Walker!” They all shout in monotone unison.

“Good, just to be sure, I want B team to guard the entrance to the main tower, C team covers all underground exits and entrances, nothing gets in. D team I want to push ahead and make a clear path and mark the way towards the main energy supply room for the A team and I, remember guard the halls while we’re in there. Finally E team, find a way to clear out the guards and create a distraction, I'm sure you already have one prepared.”

A hand raised in the crowd. “Sir?”

Walker recognised the curly grey hair that poked out of the crowd alongside the elevated arm. “Yes, Sub-Agent Prentis?”

“I need your signature for oversight on prospective damages that may occur, marking your full responsibility on whatever happens on this mission.” Sub-Agent Prentis riffles through his bag before pulling out the pen and clipboard that he promptly lifts up to show his supervisor.

Agent Walker does not have the care or patience for any of those multiple sheets he knows is layered on that deceivingly small clipboard. “Give it to me when all teams are deployed.” He says, hoping that shuts Prentis up at least a bit. “Alright Agents, we don’t know what we could end up encountering, just hope you all got some full pens and time, because we’re going to be spending all night on the paperwork after this.”

That gets a laugh out of the several squads, always does considering their very…specific taste in humour.

“Alright let’s roll out remember your roles and execute them perfectly just like we planned, I expect no less from the most meticulous authority in all the merged realms.”

“Yes Sir,” salutes the many agents in turtlenecks and long overcoats as they all get into their respective groups and deploy themselves through the portals that took them to where they needed to be.

Jay turns to the only squad left, team A, the best of the best on field missions, he only knew two operatives on the squad, Underwood and Allen, the rest were completely obscure to him, an assortment of serpentine, merlopians, humans, and administration issued nindroids. 

And he has no idea who exactly put him in charge instead of one of them.

“Okay, prepare amongst yourselves until the signal from D team comes through on the intercom, then we move out.”

He walks off the makeshift stage, a small elevated platform, swiping the clipboard out of Prentis’ hands as he passes him, tucking it under his arm, and moving next to the water jug in the corner of the room. He takes a styrofoam cup and fills it ‘til about halfway when he moves off and plants himself on top of a crate pressed against the wall. He tends to find himself in this sort of positioning, prefers it that way, alone with his water cup, far removed from the other agents as they talk to spend the time, just as removed as he felt.

Granted he could do without the forms in his lap that he will certainly ignore until the absolute last minute.

He stares at the field agents as they laugh and chatter amongst themselves, passing the time as they wait for new orders. They all seem so naturally adept at their jobs, they all look like they want to be here, excited to give out authority and fill out forms. He has watched them everyday since his arrival, everyday of the only life he knows, and he still can’t tell if that’s just the way they are or it’s what the realm of madness turned them into. What he could eventually turn into.

He takes a sip out of his cup, continuing his gaze as he looks over the rim, that anxious feeling settling into his bones as he bounces a leg, antsy. His other hand drifts absently to the pendant around his neck, half of what he heard someone refer to as a Yin-Yang medallion, something loves gave to each other, a proposal. he once wondered where the other half went, but after a couple years it wasn't worth the thought. it did make for some fine jewelry though, and something to fiddle with.

“Sir, the signal’s been launched,” says a man, roughly early-twenties, brown hair in a neat comb over and wearing the same attire as every other agent. Well the same as everyone but Agent Walker who much preferred a well pressed suit and blue tie over a stuffy sweater layered with a trench coat any day. 

How did he miss him coming?

“Got it, uh?”

“Sub-Agent Carlton.” The man says before promptly moving off, rejoining the rest of his team.

“All right! We’re moving out!” Agent Walker yells to his squad, activating the portal he already preset on his little wrist device. Hurriedly they organise themselves into a single file line and make their way into the freshly created portal and across to the former realm of Imperium.

The coordinates chosen for their arrival is the location of a back alley behind the main tower/energy station for the entirety of Imperium, a shining beacon of light taller than any other building and placed in the heart of the city. Where they arrive however, is a place shrouded in the shadow of the tower and the surrounding high rises, and reaks of the garbage strewn across the floor, a mixture of week old take out and dead animals. 

“Remember, while the other teams may have marked out and secured a path for us, it is vital that we get in there without being noticed, as far as the Imperium guard are concerned as of now we don’t even exist and I would like to keep it that way.”

The squad proceeds to move forth with the mission and makes their way towards the basement levels, following the marks on the walls left by D team that directed them to the energy room and hopefully away from any guard patrols, if they were even still in the tower that is. The E team may have been tasked to create a distraction but Agent Walker wasn’t that bothered in the specifics of how they did it, granted he hasn’t exactly gotten word back that they were successful.

Thankfully there were no guards in sight as they weave through the basement level of the building, the grey halls all empty and silent as they coordinately move through them, aside from the odd agent they had patrolling the halls themselves, helping to confirm directions. Eventually the trail came to an end and they were met with a set of two steel sliding doors at the end of the walkway.

The door to the energy station slides open with a rapid motion, the bang ringing through the corridor. Through the doors revealed walls lined with computers. In the centre of it all hovered this bright golden barrier, shining in the harsh warm yellow lighting of the room, adding to its glow. Its presence taking all the attention away from the smaller details of the room, as if it was demanding the attention, the one dark spot on the sphere, outlining large talons.

“Shit, that’s a big dragon.” Agent Walker whispers in awe at the sheer size of such a creature. He wonders how much that thing would need to eat just to be satisfied, 100 pounds of meat, or 1 000? Probably more.

Sub-Agent Carlton, who has been shadowing Agent Walker the entire time, looks down to the tablet in his hands, trying to further pinpoint the species that could be inside the egg-like cage. “There’s a possibility, Sir, due to its sheer size that seems to be larger than any well, recorded species, it could be one of the source dragons of legend.”

“Which do you think?” In all truth Agent Walker has no idea what any of them are, despite dragons being a big part of many realms and several species across them, as well as one of the first creatures in creation, he’s never quite tried with dragon research.

“Just a rough guess but maybe the source dragon of energy, Sir.”

“What do we do in that case?”

“We have to free it, rule mandated, it’s way over the power limit.”

This was supposed to be simple, confiscate a regular high energy dragon, maybe not if it wasn’t that powerful, and go home. Having it be a dragon on par with a god in strength by the sounds of it, makes this a much higher priority mission. “Okay, I want you to get that shield thingy around it down.”

“NO.” Came a gravelly voice, from no clear direction except inside Agent Walker’s own head, and he might just know where it’s originating from. 

He turns towards the glowing yellow sphere in front of him, stepping further towards it, climbing himself onto a platform that with a press of a button rises him to the top. He stops at where the talons of the dragon were pressed against the wall of the cage, the size of it so much bigger than it was from down there, almost quadruple Agent Walker’s size in height alone.

“Why should we not let you go?” He asks aloud to the creature on the other side of the forcefield.

“Because if you uncage me you will cause the destruction of all the merged realms, the release of all that suppressed energy alone would level not only this realm, but possibly the next, burning them into nothing but ash.” The dragon brings his head to the forefront of the cage, what once was a blur of dark blue and yellow now in full focus as the jagged edges of Energy’s horn become clearer, and the sharp outline of its powerful jaw came into view. Most attention grabbing was the eye of the beast, so vibrant and yellow, outshining the glow of the already bright light emitted from the cage, so piercing and captivating.

Agent Walker looks directly into the eye of the dragon, swallowing down any fear he has lingering in his system and covers it with what he knows best: copious amounts of attitude. “Shouldn’t you be able to control that? It is your own power afterall.”

“Little Lightning, can you stop the swelling of your power when you feel a heightening of emotion? Can you stop the underlying crackle when you put yourself on guard? If I was to muzzle your power long enough, wouldn’t the build up burst out of you as it continually?”

Walker surveyed the ground below him quickly, checking if any agent had at all heard the name given to him by the dragon. “Quiet about the lightning thing, how do you even know?” He whispers aggressively.

“Do you think that even when trapped I can not feel the presence of someone containing the rawest form of my own power, lightning the purest of all energy forms, the embodiment of -”

“Okay, okay, I get it. You better not be accidentally broadcasting this to anyone else, no one can know, ever, or they’ll put me in one of those special operation units and work me to death, or First Spinjitzu Master forbid, claim me as property like all the nindroids and robots.”

“Do not fret, you are the only one I am communicating with.” And yet a deep suspicion lied within the Agent at those words, sending him into thoughts filled with paranoia, prompting a small silence to wash over the two.

“Hmmm,” Energy hums.

“What?”

“Your organisation is from Ninjago?” the dragon seeming slightly surprised, “I never knew it could develop into a place so…keen on interfering with the matters of other realms. ”

“No, we’re from the Realm of Madness.” Jay corrects him and gestures to himself, as if he was a prime example of a resident of a place designed to suck out your sanity.

“Only those from the land of the ninja would truly know about that man, he is practically their god after all, in fact you should be most familiar with him, considering he produced the element of lighting for the specific use of being a building block of that land.”

Agent Walker was starting to get very impatient with this topic. “Look, energy dragon guy, I just heard the saying somewhere and picked it up, I don’t think having a discussion of where I might come from is very productive right now.”

“Yes. I shall ask though, Little Lightning, why do you plan on freeing me?” A talon raised a little before scratching itself into the wall of the sphere, the sound sending a chill down the spine of the agent, reminding him once more of the sheer power of the beast. Almost as if a warning is being put upon him.

“The administration has a whole thing with the balance of the merged realms and maintaining order, we heard they were exploiting the power of a high class dragon. We were here to check it out and if it was much more powerful than the limit we have set in place, we would free it, things have changed now, though. You are basically a god yourself, we can’t exactly let one of the most powerful beings in existence be hogged by an entire realm. That’s not exactly fair now, is it?” He explains, a slight condescending tone covering those last couple of sentences.

The dragon hums to himself once more.“I see, well if you are so adamant on it you shall need to find a way to absorb all the energy of the field and that expelled from me.”

 While Agent Walker definitely understood all of what the dragon had asked, all he can think about is the piles of paperwork he would have to fill out. “Great, I’ll need to send in a construction request, engineering request, relic search form, a 9-p5...”

His train of thought was quickly interrupted by a blaring siren and the flashing of bright red light that encased the room, at first a warning to those who had entered, and a signal to those sent to protect the building.

Walker quickly switches on his intercom and calls out to all operatives in the room and  as he slowly descends on the platform “All teams head out and regroup at base.”

Once more Sub-Agent Carlton appeared practically out of nowhere next to him at the ready, “We have a problem, Sir.”

The kid really did love to hand out the news today.

“What is it, Carlton?”

“The portal devices are being disturbed, the frequencies are all off, if we use them there's a good chance we’ll all end up lost.”

“Then we’ll take the risk of getting scattered in able to go home.” Agent Walker responds, not really seeing the issue.

“These are very delicate things Sir, if they break, they’re as good as junk.”

Agent Walker proceeds to raise his voice at his subordinate. “Then file a broken weapon report when you get back, we can always make more but we find it much harder to recover agents that are either captured or dead.”

“But we could all get lost,” Carlton pleads.

“Or slaughtered once security gets here, there’s a reason you don’t want to get captured by a crazy dictatorship.”

“We have the technological edge, we can shoot them from afar.”

“And they could shields to block it for all we know. I don't think you understand this or did your enemy study, we have to leave now, we can signal headquarters when we get out, pick up a ride home, but we can’t do that if we’re all taken prison and have our communication devices taken from us.” 

Taking his attention off of Carlton, Walker presses the mic button on his earpiece and shouts into the intercom. “Everyone before you leave, know that when you do you must immediately call for transportation and pick up from The Administration, if your communication device is broken or missing, sorry to say but you just have to walk back.”

“Little Lightning.” Came that gravelly voice again, directly projected into Agent Walker’s head, at this point he believes he’s gaining a migraine from the act alone. He raises a hand to his forehead and rubs his temples. He does not have the time for this.

“Yeah?” He snaps, the adrenaline making its way through blood and shortening his fuse, half his brain focused on getting out of here, and the other on making this conversation as quick as possible.

“You don’t have what it takes to begin this quest, leave it with someone who has the strength and the resources, I see there are things you must do that you can not come back from. Do not argue with this, I can feel your weakness, the fragility of your state, you are not up to the task.”

“Excuse me?” No, he has been given a task by the higher ups. One that is a much larger priority than he once thought. He does this or it’s his head for it. “This is my mission and I have to comply no matter what. I'm sure I can find or make something to solve your energy overload problem, even make something if I have to. ”

Once more the dragon hums in thought before he answers the red haired man. “There is something…but you must handle it well or shall regret it.”

“What?” Agent Walker questions, the desperation in his voice just a little more apparent.

“You must take a baby dragon, preferably a lightning one, the younger the better, they have their own power but because of their youth they also serve to be absorbent to a high degree as their full energy capacity has not been developed. There is a possibility that it can consume not only the shield but also my potential power and the initial destructive wave.”

“What if it overloads?” He asks, fearing he already knows the answer.

“It dies.” Says the dragon, in a tone way too nonchalant for Agent Walker’s liking, “But that is just a consequence if you really are so keen on following your orders.”

“I’m sure there’s another way. I could make something, get someone to make something, we don’t have to risk a life, because while I might be pretty careless with how I handle my job, I would still prefer to not have any blood on my hands.”

“Didn’t you mention that something would happen to you if you didn’t comply with orders? To put it in a way you can understand: it’s either the potential blood of that baby, or yours spilt.”

The scrambling around the room increases as more agents are able to secure their portal networks and making their way through while several members of the imperium guard swarmed into the room, each in their shining bronze armour, the glowing orange blades of their swords raised and ready to strike at the nearest person they could reach.

Yet it was all numb to him for just those few seconds.

His gaze draws back to those he was supposed to be commanding, witnessing agents being dragged back by the guards, digging in their nail-like armour at the tips of their fingers, pulling desperately to inhibit escape and bring back a prize for their empress. Most were fought off with the tasers and guns wielded by the agents, but there was a couple of soldiers he could see winning, swords slowly being pressed into turtleneck jumpers, energy blasters hitting their targets a little too well, and even the faint splatters of blood coating parts of the floor. He couldn’t tell whose.

Turning back to the dragon trapped before him he felt himself get shoved by someone and into the closest portal before he could even give his answer to the god before him.

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Like I said before hope you enjoyed.

if any questions always feel free to ask.

also gold star for whoever can guess where I got Carlton's name from.

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🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 10 🦌

"Anaira"

Content: Conspiracies, noncon kissing, feisty whumpee (but if you made it all the way to part 10 you already know that lol)

1,800 Words

Hey hey, It's part 10! We're a whole 1/3 of the way done! Who's ready to meet a new character? 👀

This chapter is a big turning point for the series, which will be fully in swing by part 14! I had to fistfight my writer's block to finish this, pls appreciate my efforts 🙏

Also! I just wanted to let y'all know that Fawn's real name is revealed in this part, and while it may be traditionally masculine, they are still ambiguous and you can picture them as whatever you want. As a genderqueer person who's name is Lillian and doesn't want to change it, I'm all about erasing gendered names and turning them neutral. Just wanted to put that out there. Thanks!

Enjoy! 🦇

       Going into town wasn’t something Hunter enjoyed doing. They hated being around other people, not to mention it was quite a long journey to get out of the woods. Their foot was pressed hard against the gas, the old truck’s engine roaring loud as it struggled to keep up. At least the sound somewhat distracted the thoughts in their head.

       Hunter didn’t have much experience driving, and especially didn’t have a license, but they knew enough to get them by. Besides, their driving skills were the least of their worries, their heart still beating from the adrenaline of nearly being what they could only assume to be a cult sacrifice. They tried to shake the thoughts away, but something like that isn’t just easily forgotten.

       The snow fell through the quickly darkening sky, hitting against the windshield, swirling around it, almost dizzying. A blur. A whirling whirlpool. Hunter pulled into the first parking lot they saw, a gas station.

       Outside the building stood a group of Christians, holding signs as they yelled about the upcoming rapture, yelling at the air to repent before it was too late. Not an uncommon sight to see in a small town like this, but usually it was in front of certain buildings and protesting gay people, or something. Also it was usually much earlier in the day, not at the brink of dusk in the middle of winter so close to Christmas.

What on Earth was going on? Yelling about the upcoming rapture is usually something done by old folks on facebook, not in real life. Still, Hunter gave the group nothing more than that simple passing thought as they entered the decrepit store.

       The floors were made of lazily placed tiles, some missing, or mismatched. The lighting was yellow, buzzing, and some even blinking, barely holding on. A moth flew around them, flapping its tiny wings while a cockroach skittered across the floor. A nacho station stood in the open. Ahh, yes, the best gas station nachos around. To eat those you’d have to have a death wish. The air smelt more of musty mold than it did nacho cheese.

       Hunter turned their head to a corkboard full of posters. Missing people's posters that Hunter was no stranger to. They took their time reading them, until one in particular caught their eye. One with a photo of Fawn.

MISSING

Rudolph Meyer

DOB: December 18th, 2003

19 years old

Height 5 feet 3 inches

Light brown hair

Green eyes

Glasses

Freckles 

Rudolph was reported missing October 12th, 2023 by their coworker after repeatedly failing to turn up for work or answer calls. They could have gone missing days or weeks prior.

If you have any details on Rudolph's whereabouts or disappearance please contact the Woodmar Police Department at 110-100-1000.

       Hunter looked at Fawn's phone again. They did have many missed calls from the same number. They must've missed it when snooping through it. Though they also noticed they picked the perfect day to wander into town.

       Today was their birthday.

        Hunter smiled to themself as they looked at the date. Without a care in the world they took the poster from the wall and folded it up into their coat pocket. They took a quick look around the store, walking down aisles. Looking at the drinks, they took a moment of contemplation before taking a bottle of alcohol.

They noticed there was only one other person in the whole store. The only employee, a tired looking woman with dark circles under the eyes, wearing a face mask. Hunter approached her.

       “Hey.” They said.

       “Hello. Can I help you with anything?”

       “If you can answer some questions, yeah. Do you know anything about that one missing person? Rudolph? They went missing rather recently, it seems.”

       "Yeah, little Rudy, as I called them." She said, "I was the one who reported them. It was very unlike them to miss a shift, and not answer calls. I hope they're okay, I know they didn't come here from a very good place."

       “Sorry to hear that. It’s pretty scary.”

       "Oh, tell me about it. Scary, stressful, and saddening. I’ve been a mess ever since they disappeared. A mess with worry, overworking, I don’t think I’ve had a single peaceful day of sleep. Even worse because I'm on the night shift, and little Rudy was working daylight. It was really only us two keeping this place up and running. Our boss has had to fill in for them. Poor woman's already busy enough as it is. Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m venting.”

       “Hey, I’m the one who asked.” They dismissed the apology with a shrug, “What about those crazies out front?"

       "Oh, yeah, those guys have been there for a while. Ever since those crop circles were found last week, people have been going nuts. I've seen folks walking around with tinfoil hats." She laughed. "It's probably just something in the drinking water. Or maybe just the nature of humans. They lose it so easily."

       “They’ve been preaching about the rapture all week?”

       "Oh, they've been preaching about everything. The zombie apocalypse, an alien invasion, a plague, vampires, werewolves, demons, UFOs, government conspiracies, the second coming of Christ. It's like everyone's gone completely looney."

       Hunter wanted to agree and dismiss it, but they could only think about everything else that happened. Fawn's dreams, that cult in the woods, the giant skeleton… were they going crazy, too?

       "Cold gettin’ to you?" She asked.

       “Yeah, I guess. I’ve had quite a day.” They sighed, looked around, and placed the bottle on the counter, “I’m just here for the drink, I guess.” They flashed their ID and paid.

       “Thanks,” They said, and turned to leave.

       “Oh, and, uh, hey!” She called out as the front doors dinged, “Um… Let me know if you find anything out about Rudy, will you?”

       Hunter paused in the doorway, the cold wind whipping in past their face. They turned and said, “I’ll be sure to let you know.” then left.

       When Hunter returned home, it was pitch dark outside, they were gone all day. There was a pile of dust in the snow on the front porch. Going inside, Fawn was curled up, asleep on the couch with the broom resting against the wall. They walked over to them, and nudged them awake, nudging their shoulder. Fawn slowly blinked their eyes open.

       "So," Hunter said, "were you going to tell me today was your 20th birthday, Rudolph?"

       The use of their real name made Fawn's heart drop into their stomach, jolting them wide awake. "How- how do you know that?"

       "I just so happened to find this while out in town today." They said, showing off the poster. "It seems your coworker is pretty worried about you. Anaira, was it? Very nice lady."

       Fawn could only stare up at the poster with wide eyes as Hunter smirked down at them. The use of Anaira's name just made their heart drop even more. They had a conversation? She had no idea she was talking to their captor…

       "It's a good thing I've got this poster. Afterall, I need to start building up my collection again after you destroyed it."

       “So you wanna kidnap more people? I ain’t enough? You want more after me? What're you gonna do with me then, huh? Kill me? Let me go?” They antagonized.

       “I think you think too much. Don’t read into it.”

       “I fucking hate you.”

       “Thanks! I don’t try to be liked. Especially not by people who act like bratty teenagers. Though I suppose it's no wonder why you do, you still are one!"

       "Not anymore. I'm 20. I'm not a teen, I'm not a kid, and I'm not being a brat. Why would I be anything but cynical to the person who's holding me captive?"

       Hunter ignored the last part, "It doesn't matter if you're 20 years old or 200 years old. Act like a teen and you might as well be one, eh?" They picked up on the fact Fawn did not appreciate being infantilized in the slightest.

"I am not that young." Fawn mumbled, bitterly.

"Well, you're certainly younger than I thought you were. Can't even drink yet, how cute is that? It's too bad we can’t share this.” Hunter said, holding up the bottle.

       "Oh, great, now you can smell like cigarettes AND alcohol."

       “Mmm, you’ll go nose blind, eventually. I go through a lot to steal these cigarettes, you know? Of course you don't, you're too good, despite being such an unruly badmouth."

       “What the hell do you want from me? Stop mocking me. I cleaned your stupid fucking house, I should at least get a thank you but ohhhh, no, I probably don't even deserve that, right?”

       “You want a thank you? I can give you a thank you.”

       Alarm bells immediately started going off in Fawn's head. They way they said it and their tone didn't sound too nice, almost more of a threat. Much to their dismay and horror, Hunter kissed them on the lips.

       Fawn froze up and their eyes widened, then squeezed shut as Hunter held the kiss. When they pulled away, Fawn scrunched their face in disgust, wiping their lips with the back of their hand.

       "Oh, relax, it's just a kiss.”

       “A gross and dirty kiss from your gross and dirty lips is what it was! What the fuck! Blahk!” They continued wiping their lips, which now tasted like cigarettes, shaking their head and shivering in disgust.

"You'll survive." Hunter said, dismissing their revulsion, "But as for me, I've had quite the unfortunate day, and I need my sleep."

"Oh no, I don't give a shit."

Hunter didn't respond, simply they just picked them up by the back of their shirt collar and pulled them through the cabin. Fawn cursed, kicked, and hit but it didn't do anything at all. They entered the bedroom and Hunter threw Fawn onto the floor, holding them down with a knee on their back as they tied their hands together.

"I'm going to sleep. You're going to lay on the floor and shut your mouth."

"Fuck you and fuck your—! Mmph!" Fawn spat, getting a cloth shoved into their mouth, with another being tied around their head to secure it.

"There. Now stay quiet." Hunter threatened, pushing Fawn's face into the floor as they stood up, hitting their nose off the hardwood. Fawn let out a growl in response.

HERE'S A THOUGHT! IF YOU WANT QUIET YOU CAN JUST LET ME GO! PEACE AND QUIET, ALL ALONE FOREVER, EVERYBODY WINS!! Fawn screamed in their head as they fought the restraints, mumbled nonsense coming from their mouth.

       As Fawn calmed down and was left to their thoughts, they didn't care that they had to sleep on the floor. They didn't care that they were treated like a pet. They only cared about how everything they fought so hard for was ruined.

       They were going to celebrate their 20th birthday as a way to say that they managed to survive so long. That they finally escaped their childhood home. Now they were here, held captive, and back where they started.

       And to make it all worse, they would now have to forever remember that as their first kiss.

You'll be seeing a lot more of Anaira in the near future, as well as a few more new characters! Lemme tell you, once chapter 14 hits this'll be like a completely different thing than what it started as. Shit's about to get crazy and hit the fan.

Also, surprise! This part has art attached. I was originally not gonna give them designs, and just leave them to the interpretation of the reader, but I'm slowly becoming attached to them and couldn't help myself. I just had to draw them! You can still picture them however you want.

Also I'm curious how old you think Hunter is? 🤔 the answer may surprise you (and Fawn, too).

Taglist: @parasitebunny @whumpy-wyrms @fruitypinapple00

If you want added or removed, lmk in the comments !

Thanks for reading ! 💕🦌

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hu tao , Amber and Kujo Sara with an innocent looking s/o when in battle they ace crazy and ruthless like Akechi in persona 5 royal when showing his true personality

Since I can't exactly make a post with 9 characters, I'm just picking the two I can think of something to write

Them with an innocent looking reader that turns out to be a merciless fighter

characters: Kujou Sara / Yelan x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of blood, although nothing graphic, reader commits some... rather over the top acts of "not exactly being goofy" (I mean, cmon, you can't expect them being the sanest of the bunch when they're compared to goro akechi)

a/n: Idk if you planned on sending me this request the moment I was done with p5r, but I have to applause you for the timeing.

Also, I'm so sorry for those people finding out about akechi not exactly being like he seems through this request, Idk how to hide the spoiler in the ask.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Kujou Sara

Sara knew how trouble looked, she had to deal with it on an almost daily basis with that oni running after her, demanding a rematch even though the winner was already clear, but whenever she looked at you, she saw a person that wouldn’t be able to harm a fly. And while she would never dare to say it out loud, looking at you always put her mind at ease, the same way others might have relaxed when seeing a cute dog doing nothing but existing.

So when she heard about how the road you frequently took was being blocked by a couple of thugs, her first instinct was to assemble a group as quickly as possible and try to clear it out before something were to happen to you, only to arrive just in time to watch you beating them into submission and seemingly enjoying every last second of it.

“...y/n?”, Sara couldn’t help but utter your name, completely dumbfounded by what she had just witnessed, only for you to dust off your clothes and turn to her with the same innocent smile you always wore.

“Oh, hey Sara! What are you doing here?”, you asked after noticing the other soldiers who looked just as surprised as their general, all of them having known you for a long enough time to have felt certain of your nature.

“Oh my- Sorry that you have to see me in this state, my clothes are completely dirty… I don’t know if I’ll be able to get the stains out of this- they just had to offer a fight on the one day I decided to dress in my favorite clothes…”, you apologized after following her stare back to your bloodied clothes, letting out a frustrated sigh as you inspected your shirt.

“That’s not- How- D-doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re unharmed”, the general’s voice betrayed her shock, only for her to quickly regain her composure.

Seeing you escape unharmed was a huge relief, even if she would be lying if she said what she saw wasn’t at least somewhat worrying… 

…what worried her more however, was that her heart skipped a beat or two while watching you show such strength.

Yelan

Yelan, being Yelan, didn’t need long to find out about your… change in behaviour when embroiled in a fight. After all, she couldn’t call herself an expert at reading people if she couldn’t even figure out someone this close to her.

Luckily for you, she quickly figured out that you going rogue only ever happened when you were attacked and never when you started a fight, causing her to confidently put you into the “no harm for innocent” box.

It also had the added upside of basically having a guard dog with her on every mission who didn’t hesitate for even a second to throw themself at any criminal stupid enough to try and harm her, and sure, while she would have been easily able to handle them herself, Yelan was the last person that would complain about not having to do something tiring.

“That’s enough”, Yelan finally put an end to your ‘advanced method of self-defense’, causing you to immediately get up, leaving the treasure hoarder to solemnly reflect on his decision to threaten you. That was if he was still conscious. “I need him to answer my questions later”, she explained further after seeing you send her a questioning look, her, as usual, mysterious voice refusing to betray any emotions.

As she bent down to inspect the person lying on the floor, you finally managed to calm yourself down, feeling the usual mix of shock and disappointment as you looked down at your knuckles, sighing as you looked for a bit of water to wash them, before making your way back, scooping the criminal up and taking his weapon, which by now laid several feet away from him, in case it could be used as evidence or something of those sorts.

“I know he began it by threatening us, but I can easily handle a dozen of them on my own, so at least try to refrain yourself from going overboard next time. The last thing we need is for word about a mysterious figure beating up people in the middle of night”, she told you off, only for you to nod as you continued to look down, causing Yelan to put on a soft smile.

“Good, now let’s get this done and over with. I have a pair of new dice and you look like just the right person to test them with.”

[thehypnone]

THEY DID WHAT!?

WC: 1,8K

Relationship: Little!Rain/Caregiver!Swiss

Tags: Age regression, they/them, eds Rain, hurt/comfort

Never before was Swiss left alone with the water ghoul when they were regressed, and when little Rain remembered a trick they wanted to show Swiss… it didn't work out to well.

Notes: More little Rain! (Again, age regression, nothing sexual here). My own cartwheel accident from yesterday brought up regressed eds Rainy thoughts and with @ominousposting we've thought about how Swiss would react, before he got experience as Rain's caregiver. So, here it is. Also tagging @everybodyshusband, for little guppy <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss was terrified.

Did it have to be now? Did they all have to have left today?

He was not good with kits, human babies or regressed Rain. He was funny, entertaining, yeah, but taking actual care of them?

He was terrified.

Swiss was up already when the rest left. Shopping. They all went shopping, all the ghouls but him and Rain. He himself was too lazy and Rain said they weren’t interested in going the day before, still sleeping when the group went out. When they did wake up, though, and stumbled into the common room where Swiss was watching TV half asleep, his blood ran cold.

Rain woke up little, apparently, or rather didn’t wake up big, as they regressed the day before. Swiss hadn’t thought about that when he realised he’d have a whole day alone with the water ghoul. What in the name of Satan was he supposed to do?

First, he let Rain glue themself to his warm body with a quiet purr, then scrambled to call Aether, “A- Aether, hell, Rain’s still small, what the fuck do I do, I’ve never-”

“Hey, Swiss, calm down, first of all,” the quintessence ghoul’s voice sounded through the cranky phone speaker, “You’ll be fine, you know what to do.”

“No, no, I’ve never took care of them, I just fool around and make them laugh when needed but I can’t actually-”

“Swiss!” Aether yelled into the phone, making the other shut up for a moment. “You’ll both be fine. You know what to do when they dislocate something and you know how to treat them when little. You really will be fine. You can text me or Lus if something comes up, but you’ll do great on your own.”

“I… okay, I’ll do my best,” he stuttered, Rain nuzzling into his chest as if confirming they believed in him.

“You’ll do great,” Aether repeated, and he hung up.

“Okay,” Swiss sighed to himself, dropping the phone, “I can totally do this.”

For the better part of the day he was actually doing great. There were moments when the multi ghoul was scared he royally messed up, to only be put on the verge of passing out of relief when Rain giggled instead of bursting into tears. Fortunately, at least their joints had a good day, the water ghoul moving around with no trouble with nothing but one of their special forearm crutches. 

After succeeding in talking Rain into eating lunch without making them cry (what Swiss considered a huge victory, thank you very much), they went out into the garden. At first the water ghoul laid down with their head in Swiss’ lap, eyes closed as his claws scratched at their scalp. It was already afternoon, the rest should be back soon, and Swiss was tempted to say he made it.

Unless, he didn’t.

Out of nowhere, Rain shot up, startling Swiss, who nearly fell asleep with all the stress taking care of the little ghoul brought, “Swissy, look what I can do!”

“Guppy, what do you mean?” he asked, all panicky, scrambling up after the water ghoul. “Kiddo, please be careful, don’t hurt yourself…”

Swiss had no idea what Rain wanted to so proudly show him until it was too late to stop them. With a smile on their face they put their arms up in the air and then folded in half and did a cartwheel. 

Or rather half of it, as one of their wrists dislocated with all the pressure put on it with a crack Swiss flinched at before rushing to their side, fear making him sweat.

“Oh, kiddo, are you-” he didn’t get a chance to finish before Rain burst into tears sitting on the grass. He gathered the ghoul up into his arms, watchful of the injured wrist as they sobbed into his shoulder, “Shhh, it’s okay, does it hurt much?”

Rain didn’t answer, just kept making the saddest little hurt kitten-like noises that tore Swiss’ heart to pieces. He thought the accident may have made them regress even more, Aether said that it sometimes happened with their pain.

He tried whispering soothing words and offering calming touches but Rain was still crying and shaking so hard, choking on air and their own tears. The multi ghoul nearly started wailing himself, so lost and scared. He managed to dig out his phone, calling Aether with shaky hands.

“We’re on our way back, an hour or so left,” he said, not giving the multi ghoul a chance to say a word, “Swiss, you’re fine, just put on the TV, it’ll keep them busy and-”

“A- Aeth, they- I messed up, they did a- shit- a cartwheel, and-”

“THEY DID WHAT!?”

“P- please don’t be mad, yell at me later,” Swiss pleaded, his voice actually breaking, “just please, please, tell me what to do, they won’t stop crying and I can’t-”

“I’m not mad, first of all,” Aether said, trying to sound as calm as he could, but it’s be a lie if he said he wasn’t getting worried himself. “Second of all, are they hurt?”

“I- I think something happened to their wrist,” Swiss whined, rocking himself and Rain in his arms back and forth, “but they won’t speak, they’re just making these… shit, I don’t know, Aeth.”

“These crying kit noises?” the quintessence ghoul asked.

“Yes! Yes, w- what does it mean, what do I do?”

“They regressed more, that’s it,” Aether explained, now Swiss’ turn to let out a pathetic noise. “But you’re still fine, they’re just smaller and won’t speak, you got it.”

“Fuck, Aeth, can’t you speak to them, they call you mama!? Or Lus? I don’t know- hell, just tell me what to do!” the multi ghoul practically yelled, his heart constricting painfully when the volume made Rain, already shaking like a leaf and choking on snot, flinch. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, guppy.”

“Don’t apologise, but talk to them like that,” Aether said, ignoring Swiss’ question. “Put me on speaker, for you, and focus on Rain.”

Swiss obeyed, placing his phone on the grass and wrapping both of his arms around Rain, speaking softly into their ear.

“Shhh, kiddo, you’re okay. It’s fine, Rainy,” if Swiss was being honest, he was talking as much to Rain as to himself, “I’ve got you, it’s okay, my guppy. Everything’s fine.”

“Good,” Aether's voice sounded again. “Now, I need you to pull on your quintessence a bit.”

“What? No, I- I don’t think I can-” the multi ghoul panicked again.

“You can,” the other reassured, “all you have to do is feel around if the pain is so bad they’re crying that hard, or it’s something else.”

“Okay, I… I think I can try,” Swiss swallowed audibly, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath. He wasn’t bad with the little amount of quintessence power he had, but in his current state he doubted himself more than ever. Still, he focused and tried to feel what Rain was feeling. 

“I- I don’t think there’s much pain, Aeth,” he whispered, digging a bit deeper. “I think there’s something like… shame? Embarrassment? But that can’t be right, right?”

“I think it is,” the quintessence ghoul chuckled, making Swiss furrow his brows at his reaction. What the hell was so funny? “I assume they wanted to show off, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“And they failed, in their opinion, at least. Rain’s just embarrassed, Swiss. And very little, that’s what with all the tears.”

“Oh…”

“Exactly,” Aether sighed. “So just talk them out of the shame, you can do it. We’ll be there soon.”

“Aeth, wait I- ass,” Swiss spat as the call was hung up again. “Rain? Rainy, guppy, I need you to listen to me.”

He didn’t expect an answer, but did get a whine that could be considered one, in return.

“Kiddo, I’m so proud of you, you’re so brave,” he started, feeling like he was failing at finding appropriate words. “My guppy, that was such a cool trick. And you did it all on your own, without your crutches. I’m so proud of you, Rainy.”

Swiss had no idea what he was even talking about, just repeating all of that over and over again until he was stopped by Rain lifting their head from his shoulder. They looked up at him with a face all red and splotchy, snot and tears running down their cheeks, eyes still so very wet. There was a silent question in their sad gaze.

“I am, Rainy, so proud of you, always,” Swiss assured once again, wiping the water ghoul’s cheeks with his thumbs. They leaned into the touch, the smallest hint of a purr bubbling in their chest. The multi ghoul nearly cried from relief. “Let’s get back inside, yeah? Your mamas should be here soon, we can go watch TV and wait for them, what do you say?”

Rain nuzzled further into Swiss’ warm (and sweaty) palm, nodding with a quiet chirp. The multi ghoul let out a shuddering breath as he readjusted his hold on them and braced himself to get up. He swayed a little, his legs having kind of fallen asleep with their position from moments before. 

But they made it back into the common room, Swiss not letting go of Rain as they were holding onto the bigger ghoul like a koala to a tree. He turned the TV on and plopped them both down on the couch. Swiss was half sitting against the back of it and Rain had curled up by his side with their head on his chest so they could still see the TV.

Their breathing slowed to a nearly normal pace, Swiss made them blow their nose on their way back, too, and the tears weren’t falling anymore. It was good, it was really good, Swiss was so relieved. 

He checked his phone, counting how much time had passed since Aether said it’d be an hour, they should be back fifteen minutes from now.

Swiss sighed deeply, holding Rain close and forcing a soothing purr out of his chest. The water ghoul seemed to like that, they snuggled in closer. Swiss closed his eyes and threw his head back onto the cushions, allowing himself to now try to calm down himself, when Rain already did.

When Aether and the rest got back, he and Cumulus were the first to run around the ghouls’ den looking for Rain and Swiss, especially worried with how the latter didn’t pick up their last few calls.

The quintessence ghoul leaned against the common room door frame with a relieved sigh, Cumulus joining him soon enough. Both Swiss and Rain were passed out on the couch, purring happily and nearly drowning out the quiet buzz of the still running TV.

Aether smirked, looking down at the air ghoulette to see a matching expression on her face. They were little Rain’s mamas, but apparently Swiss would earn his own caregiver nickname soon enough.