#instantly became a precious bean in my mind

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[kiwi-the-first]

The Best Lover In The Parsec

Oneshot

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Wars/The Mandalorian

CW: Fluff oh gods so much fluff, *slaps roof of the fic* this baby can fit so much yearning in it! Salt bae angst action, guest appearance of one(1) line of having the word "making love" and including one corny joke.

TW: mention of near death experience,self loathing,body image issues,canon-typical violence.

A/N: I keep mentioning it, this is my first piece of fanfiction writing. So I really really hope you guys like it. I am scared shitless. Never thought I'd ever write this but 2020 said fuck it you're writing fanfics now. Special thanks all of my writer friends for encouraging,helping and inspiring me everyday into making this happen. Iysm!

Enjoy!

- Kiwi

Masterlist

You.

He didn't know what to do with you.

He couldn't explain what you made him feel.

He couldn't explain how you made him feel.

But he knew the answers, he knew the words to describe it. He knew the scent of you and the dreamy sigh that escapes him everytime,he enters the fresher after your shower. 

He knew the sound of your voice and how it soothes his longing soul and fills in for the silence of the crest, or "home" as you liked to call it.

How he instantly melted after hearing you speak his name for the first time.

You knew it was sacred due to his creed but he had insisted that he trusted you well enough to tell you.

“Din Djarin?” you asked and he nodded. 

“What a beautiful name” you smiled.

He breathing hitched and swore to the Mythosaur he never saw anything as pure as that. Well maybe the kid but he was your foundling so of course.

You two are the most precious purposes to him.

Your eyes, so beautiful that he couldn't stop looking at them, a colour picked by nature itself and poured in by artists. Filled with a cacophony of emotions he willingly drowned into.

He knew the curves and nicks of your body.

You trusted him,let him be near you and patch you up when needed. He knows your loathing regarding it,knows the borderline ambiguity and acceptance you have towards loving yourself.

He knows how you confine yourself in the mere image of a fighter.

He knows it well because he does it too. Still he thinks that you manage to be kinder than he could ever be.

You. He keeps falling for you. Deeper and deeper in an infinite pit of ecstasy that most would call love. 

You're all on his mind lately. Still he doesn't know what to do.

--

He knew your actions.

He knew how you fight, how you patch him up,how you show your affection in silent gestures. Ways you cradle the kid and play little games with him but also scold him when it’s needed. The way his chest tightens with that one particular feeling, seeing the two of you like that.

The three of you are safe,laughing just enjoying each other’s presence and looking like a perfect family,an aliit.

Everytime he associates the word with you two he feels a wave of calmness crash over him.

But he’d be lying if it also didn’t make him want to be disintegrated by his own pulse rifle. It was too much how you constantly took care of the two of them.

How you silently admire him when you think he's looking at the stars. When in reality he's looking at you.

He’s always looking at you, looking out for you two.

But do you feel it too? He doesn't have the courage to ask.

He never did. He'd die a thousand different deaths as a coward than be left alone without you beside him.

Your soul, the purest most perfect thing to him deserves someone better. That is what he constantly told himself.

He never intended to be vulnerable with a stranger yet there you were and here he was. But only you weren't a stranger,not anymore. 

If he hadn't known any better he would go as far as calling you his soulmate. Silly it may seem.

A big,bad Mandalorian bounty hunter believing in soulmates, but it was the truth.

You're the one holding his heart. But still he doesn't know what to do.

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But then it changed, years of travelling together and months on the run raising the little green bean whom you both love and protect with your entirety. Maybe this was where it all ended.

He has been in bad situations before, true. But death was something he never thought he'd have to possibly greet in front of you.

 He first noticed your eyes, all the other emotions were set aside as they made room for fear and hopelessness of losing him. Your pretty lips that he always craved to kiss were trembling as you held him close to you.

One hand holding his as tightly as possible while the other cradled under his neck.

He knew he should've told you, he wanted to, desperately. But surely, he couldn't do it now...right? You didn't deserve a last moment declaration of love but lose said lover and live in vain for the rest of your life.

But the maker played him again. Surprise!surprise! He didn’t die.

After the chaos and dangers were all done, the three of you left Nevarro, and the crest jumped into hyperspace he started to prepare himself.

You barely spoke to him as you were down in the hull with the kid.

After you tucked in the kid in the sleeping compartment and came to the cockpit to sit down he started preparing.

He didn't know how much time had passed but he was still silent and...well he scoffed at himself, still ‘’preparing’’.

But suddenly you got up from your seat, fumbling a little, clearly trying to say something.

"I need to talk to you" his entire body froze. 

Whatever it was, it scared him. He felt nauseous all of a sudden.

"...about today". 

Oh, his anxiety got the best of him. He was always the rusher and in the moment of weakness he couldn't control himself.

"Mando I think you shou-"

"I'm in love with you" he felt his voice slightly crack.

--

You blinked once,twice, mouth slightly agape. Tears started pooling in your eyes…

Shit shit shit shit it wasn't supposed to happen like this!!!

You were probably telling him how you'd much rather be without him and be safe far away from him and he fucked it all up.

Again he was gonna ruin something because he had no self restraint.

He was confused when you lurched your body to his chest, hugged him tightly and started sobbing.

Was this normal? When a person wants to leave you they don't do thi-

He heard your shaky voice let out a breath and then a

"I love you too" 

Huh?

Oh- 

OH!

He could faint right now. He could die and be alive again. If someone told him to befriend a jedi right now he would. 

It took him a while to process your words,probably because of that brain injury IG informed him about, he thought to himself. 

He was irrevocably happy.

Just...happy...and sated, but he also felt like someone ran over him with a mudhorn.

You loved him. You loved him.

You loved him back.

You-

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He looks down at you. Sleeping silently curled up against him, holding him close.

This has been like that ever since. 

Ever since you both declared that all those touches were indeed electrocuting,that all those late night heart-to-hearts weren't just conversations to pass the time,how he longed to take your hands in his. 

Or how you wanted to take off his kriffing helmet so that you could see his eyes and what they hid, or kiss his lips yet you resisted.

It’s been a while, he thinks.

Since you settled down for your happy ending...or was it a beginning? He likes to think it's a little bit of both.

It was something he'd never thought he'd have. Since you learnt that the kid’s people were gone. Since the kid truly became your own in every sense.

But frankly if he was being honest Din didn’t ever want to give him away and neither did you. Your son,your Ad’ika. You now had the privilege to call him that with the permission from The Armorer.

Since your Riduurok.

Since he was allowed to take off his helmet and finally, you finally got to let your emotions run free.

To finally see his face and hold him close. To feel his lips and his warmth. 

The memory of your tears of unsung victory and joy still elevates his heartbeat.

Since you had made love and you laughed at his messed up curls in the morning after.

"Thanks for letting me in" you kissed his knuckles and he sighed contently.

"You did too" you furrowed your brows "I-"

"Literally" he winked, "oh? waiT YOU- EWW!!!" he was laughing hard as he dodged the pillow you threw at him.

"And to think! Your'e a responsible father!"

"Make a pervy joke again and I'll murder you" you grumbled. You kept laughing in each other's arms as he held you close

He still chuckles at the memory.

Now baby didn’t mind having a stable life with his buirs either.

You sighed in your sleep. The morning lights were seeping in through the slightly opened windows.

Sunbeams slowly making their ways into the room and enveloping your bodies. 

Your eyes crinkled in your sleep and you mumbled something and cuddling closer to him, if that were possible.

The kid will be up soon too and the thought alone makes him smile.

Yet another day with the two of you.

It was a free day for both of you and between your magnificent existence and snorting at Ad’ika running around,babbling and being the cutest menace. He knew he’d survive.

He looks down at you again and he's reminded of all the things that he loves about you. 

Now including how much you also love him. He could feel your heart beat,it is the best genre of music to him.

He felt the warmth again, not from the sunlight but from his infinite loop of affection for you.

“Ner Ali’it” he called you.

He'll bask in this for as long as you'd allow him and gladly, you promised to allow him forever.

He may be the best bounty hunter in the parsec but he never tried to be the best lover.

He simply couldn't!

For that title already had an owner,

You.

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[twisted-imagines]

leona, jack and floyd realizing they have a crush on a male student and how they manage to get their S/O attention please 🥺

That's a weird mix of scenario and headcanon format, but that's all I can post for now 😅 I'm really glad you're so patient with me, fishies~ I'm not doing the best right now and it bothers me quite a lot... I worry more about my writing than I actually write.

The reader is gender-neutral in this one btw, there are no pronouns at all, crush is such a universal thing~

Please, while waiting for more content from me, enjoy this ❤

Getting his crush's attention

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

• Scurrying and running about. Those herbivores were really irking his nerves, and Leona just wanted to sleep peacefully. But there was a particular person among that crown. It was somebody who managed to catch his attention and never let it go. What was so special about you, that made him so weak and vulnerable, longing for any bit of affection you would sometimes offer him? Walking past you in the corridors, he couldn't resist to graze you with his tail, a ghost of a touch on your skin. He fell asleep purposefully in the areas he knew you visited often. Just how soft did he become?

Weak and feeble, possessing this annoyingly beautiful smile, you were currently Leona's only daydream. He closed his eyes and your image immediately surfaced up in his mind. He opened them, and once again the only things he saw were you.

Speaking of that, why were your face above his?

• "Oh, you're awake, prefect Leona. Ruggie was searching for you. You choose a really secure spot today."

"And you herbivore still found me. So, proud of yourself? Now go or you'll face consequences."

It wasn't too threatening, coming from somebody who could barely lift his eyes and so you persisted, trying to make Leona go to his own dorm, like Ruggie wished you to do, in case you found his dorm leader.

•"Shut up. Ugh, so annoying, I warned you!"

His rebuttal came pretty fast and before you could react you already were in his arm, pressed to his side. You could feel his warm breath on your face and the rhythmical beating of his heart under your hands.

"Um, prefect Leona? Leona?..."

But the lion was fast asleep.

• After the surprise of waking up hugging your warm form, Leona hadn't gotten a break from intrusive thoughts of your peaceful face, when you went ahead and fell asleep on him that day or the lovely scent of your hair. They were imprinted in his memory and at your every sight his instincts were screaming at him to go up to you and relive it once again, show everybody that you were his. But, you, in fact, were not and Leona knew he had to do something about it ASAP.

• Alas spending time with you became increasingly hard for Leona. You had no lack of attention, didn't you? Always in company of some other punks, he couldn't get you alone at all. If he thought about it, he didn't see you much recently. It was driving him mad, just like a possibility that some other man, and not him, could be spending more time with you then he did. And if it was on purpose, that he couldn't get ahold of you, did you really think you would be able to hide from him, Leona Kingscholar, the only apex predator in the whole college? Naive herbivore.

• Dorm leader of Savanaclaw was always difficult, but after that incident, you no longer understood how to act around him. You got to know him better, much better than even some members of his dorm knew him, but were you two really close to such an extent? It made you question the nature of your relationship, and the way Leona felt for you. Think of the devil. You were careless, not scouting your surrounding properly and the prefect was steadily approaching you now. He wouldn't allow you to run from him, would he?

"Hey, herbivore, long time no see. I almost thought that you got expelled by chance. But were you actually avoiding me?"

"Prefect Leona! N-no! Why would I?"

A scowl twisted his face. What a troublesome prey, but Leona couldn't allow himself to give up. Wanted he that or not, you were occupying a place in his heart now and getting you out there would not be that easy. It was worth a shot, his ego would get a word in later.

"Tsch, don't try to lie to me. I can see past that pathetic act of yours."

The lion moved closer and closer still, until you had nowhere to go, a wall against your back and his hands on both of your sides, a prey for him to feas upon. But there was no malicious intent in his eyes. Green orbs, two will-o'-wisps, playful and mischievous, were also holding some tenderness to them. Itching even closer, Leona came impossibility near. The man's deep voice reverberated near your ear.

"Quit fooling around. You made me work quite a lot for this, so now listen. I like you, [Y/n]. If you have any objection against becoming my mate, better tell them now."

Trapped between the wall and Leona's hot body, you were milimeters away from his face. It would be so easy just to lean forward and press a kiss to those lips. Was it what you really wanted?

Jack Howl🐺

• That morning you were shocked to see Jack Howl dragging his feet, barely paying attention to his surroundings and sporting horrible eyebags. The sight was alarming, you had never seen him be so tired in the morning, not even once. Like the best friend that you were, you rushed up to him, just in time to drag Jack away from a pole on his way. Apparently, he didn't even notice it.

"Wow, Jack, careful. Morning. Didn't get much a shut-eye at night?"

His reaction wasn't immediate, but when he finally registered you holding his hand and closely inspecting his face he jumped up a foot, instantly turning a dark shade of crimson. Incoherent "I"s and "you"s were everything you heard from him before he ran away, too fast for you to follow.

• You met him neither at your classes, nor at the cafeteria, nor after school. It couldn't be a simple coincidence. Did he not want to meet you? This thought resonated with a painful pang in your chest. Did something happen? You thought you two were good friends.

• Jack however could no longer see you as "just" a friend.

"Jeez, aren't you an obvious little puppy, Jack? You're head over heels for [Y/N]. Everybody except for you two can see it."

"Shishishi, Leona-san, look what you did. You broke this poor freshman. "

Every time Jack looked at you now, he could hear Leona's words in his head once again. He didn't even protest, didn't tell them they were not right. He did like you, and he could no longer ignore it or tell himself that what you had between you was purely platonic. And if he wanted to get rid of this agonizing grip, that constricted his breathing and crushed his heart every time he just thought of you, he had to act.

• Easier said than done. He couldn't help but keep a certain distance from you, afraid of spilling the beans instantly and that's the last thing he wanted to do at that moment. He didn't want to endanger your friendship, no, anything but that. Jack became even more observant, and to his great distress now every little joke Ace told you or how familiar others were with you now seemed too "friendly" for his liking. Were they always like this? What if he's not the only one who harbored such feelings for you? The more Jack thought about it, the more anxious he got. What if somebody "snatched" you before he could at least confess his feelings to you?

• With that worrying thought in mind Jack gathered enough courage to come some evening to your dorm after his club activities. What a surprise it was for you, to meet him at your doorstep, after the days of going without as much as hello form him, not even a glimpse of his tall frame in college hallways, even though you knew he was fine. His dorm leader said as much when you cornered him a Botanic garden. The sudden rift between you was saddening, even more now that Jack was standing before you, barely looking at you. Was he angry? Was he going to put your friendship to an end?

• Yes and no. But how could you know that, without him saying it out loud? Jack was trying though, but his pure heart wasn't allowing him to do that, hammering loudly in his throat. Whatever speech he prepared, it seemed so lacking, so stupid now, when you were everything he could see. He's been observing you from afar, while he longed to be near you, to touch you, to do those things that lovers usually did.

Yes, he'd decided. Losing you completely was not an option, Jack understood, you were too precious to him. But remaining close, and doing nothing about those feelings was an idea much more appalling to him. He had to try, hopefully, your answer would calm the turmoil in his heart.

"I've been thinking a lot. Mostly about you, [Y/n]. And the way I see you, it's not just friendly anymore. I want us to become something more."

"What will you say? I'll respect any your decision, but I still want to be a part of your life. As a friend or as a lover, any is good, but I like you, [Y/n]."

Floyd Leech🦈

• "Sh ri m py - chan~" There it was again. You no longer tried to escape, you learned it the hard way you were no match for his speed. Once again Floyd Leech was crushing you in his hug the first thing in the morning. It was a normal occurrence, really, you didn't mind it as much now as you did at least a month ago. He was friendly with you, it definitely wasn't the short end of the stick if you were to compare it to how Floyd treated other NRC students.

The times you were luckier you met him at the lunch break. Did he now specifically go out of his way to search for you in the morning?

You were no wiser, that yes, he did. Floyd didn't meet such interesting people often, even on land, and usually, he quickly lost his interest in them. But you? You were a special case. You were so amusing, so warm in his arm, so squishy and cute. He considered to just gobble you up a couple of times, and each time you gave him that pointed look that sent shivers down his spine. Indeed, Floyd liked that little shrimp~

• But it seemed you didn't share his feelings though? No matter how much he lavished you with his attention, scared away other competitors, or made advances at you, he didn't get any reaction back... It boiled down to one interaction that nearly broke poor eel's heart.

"Shrimpy~~"

"Floyd? Can I ask you for what reason do you yawn at me?"

"What? Shrimpy, I'm not yawning. C'mon, look~"

"I-I honestly don't what you're doing and it's drawing even more attention than usual, could you maybe stop?"

Bewildered, you could only look how fast Floyd strode away, displeased expression on his face. It's not like you didn't know about his moody nature, but wasn't he just too strange today? No matter how much time you spent with him, his heart was still a mystery to you.

• "Jade! Jade-!"

"My, my, Floyd, what got you so agitated? Oh, are you... Crying?"

Jade couldn't remember when was the last time he saw Floyd with tears in his ears, and not fake crying, there was unfeigned sadness within those mismatched eyes, while he harshly bit his lip to the point of bleeding. Jade tried to approach his twin when Floyd suddenly took the offensive stance.

"You were lying! Shrimpy doesn't love me, I've tried times and times again-! No reaction...Even told me to stop."

What a predicament and Jade genuinely thought his brother had all the chances, he definitely saw you reciprocating his hugs and the way you smiled at Floyd, not out of politeness, but of adoration. Were all of those signs actually misinterpreted? A curious thought visited Jade's head. He had to ask something important first...

"Ahaha! I can't believe it! Floyd- No, haha, it's too much even for you. Did you really think that a human, from an entirely different world altogether, would understand that your gaping was actually you flirting?"

"It was Jade who told me to "just be myself"! Quit laughing, or I'll make you stop. Don't try me~"

Who could have thought a misunderstanding like that would happen? At least Jade was able to clear this one out. The next action, approaching you in a way that you would understand, was entirely on Floyd, who now got much more useful advice from his brother and was already on his way to you, eager to finally hear your answer.

• "Shrimpy, there's something I want to talk about."

It scared you, Leech twin's voice emerging out of nowhere, right behind you. You warily turned to him. Floyd left very angry the last time you spoke, and he was standing before you, face more unreadable than ever. It instilled fear in your heart nonetheless. You two were good acquaintances...friends? Some kind of understanding was developing on your side, but maybe you were wrong? What was he going to do?

"I'm listening, Floyd. What do you want to talk about?"

The man was fidgeting, his hands behind his back for some reason, probably hiding something. That was getting into the direction you didn't quite follow. Tracing with your gaze up to his face you found it had turned completely red, the shade being the most prominent on his cheeks. He looked cute, an involuntary thought emerged in your mind.

"Shrimpy and I have been spending a lot of time together and... Damn, that's not it! And, well, little Shrimp is very interesting to me and I..."

"Ugh! Just take it! Why is confessing like a human so hard?!"

Standing there, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers thrust in your hand, you had to become the one continuing this conversation.

[web-of-fics]

Worlds Away

Requested by @spaghetittiesbcimgay : hey! could i get something with our boy peter with a really smart reader?? who’s an intern at nasa or smth? and is obsessed with her instruments (guitar, bass, etc) and also space? (can you tell i’m projecting?) idk if this would be wayy to specific (if it is, totally leave out the last bit!! :) ) and i have no idea where to go from there but ive been dying for some peter x smart!reader sooo.. thank u so much in advance xx

Summary: You and Peter Parker are two of the smartest kids at Midtown High. So why are you both completely clueless at the fact you both have massive crushes on each other? 

Words: 1391

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Obviously Midtown was full of students with extraordinary smarts and subsequent extraordinary internships because of it. Naturally, Peter had gotten a lot of attention when word spread that he’d swung (no pun intended) an internship with Tony STARK. The superhero hype around the school was real even months later. And after news broke about aliens visiting earth and all that a couple years ago, every hyper intelligent teenager’s hopes were directed on working with space tech: protection or exploration, it didn’t matter. But that was mainly Tony’s domain now and the world knew it, so Midtown’s students scrambled to find prestigious positions in other areas. 

When you got accepted to intern as a research assistant for NASA, you immediately shared the news with a few close friends. And they were, of course, absolutely stoked for you. They were also huge blabbermouths so by the time everyone returned to school that Monday, the entire grade knew. Jealousy emitted from them like the energy of an exploding star. But unlike a star, the only visible evidence were the side-eye glares and slight shaking of the heads in disbelief. If you could read minds, they would be a mix of chatter saying: ‘why does SHE get to work for NASA?’ ‘I’m twice as smart as her—that should be my job’ ‘I bet she paid her way in—they’re not even accepting interns in the middle of the school year’ ‘she’s two years younger than me! I need that internship more than she does!’ Etcetera.

But not everyone was so green. Peter Parker, for example, was over the moon (still no pun intended) when you told him. He was also your number one suspect for blabbing. At least with him and his big mouth, you knew it was from a place of pride rather than an attempt to spread gossip. As if anyone went to Peter Parker for gossip. Maybe that was part of the reason you found him so appealing. 

“If they send you to space will you let me know?” He said earnestly. You just laughed.

“I’m doing research, not training to be an astronaut. I don’t have the physical endurance!”

“But you’re smart enough to engineer a spaceship.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not on my own.”

“Still!”

“They’re not sending me to space and I’m not engineering a spaceship for other people to go to space,” you laughed.

“Well what are they not paying you for then?” he pressed.

“I’m joining the student research team that assesses alien remnants from the battle of New York to help find ways to improve our own space technology. NASA’s actually working closely with Mr. Stark on a lot of it--I’m sure he’d tell you more...”

You stopped talking at the awestruck expression on Peter’s face. He leaned forward.

“No way,” he gushed. “Mr. Stark didn’t tell me any of that. Wow, you sounded really smart just then.” He paused, thinking. “This is gonna be awesome for you, y/n!” he beamed, sounding just as enthused as you felt. 

“I know!”

“When do you start?”

“Not for a few weeks.”

“Good,” Peter said. 

You raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, I--I’m going to miss being able to hang out with you and stuff when you’re off doing space stuff.”

“Well, I won’t actually be in space at any point, so we should be good,” you smiled. 

“Well, you’re definitely smart enough to go to space, so when you do eventually end up on a spaceship--” Peter held up a finger to cut off your objections before you could open your mouth. “--You could entertain your fellow astronauts with some tunes.” Peter mimed an air guitar. 

“Shut up,” you laughed, swatting at his arm. “I think a theremin would be a better soundtrack for outer space anyway. Acoustic guitars have college-student-on-the-quad vibes.” 

“Not when you play.”

“Okay Peter,” you rolled your eyes, flattered but embarrassed by his persistence. “I’ll show up on the first day of my internship with a guitar slung on my back and ask if they’d prefer the sounds of Brian May or John Mayer.” 

“Perfect,” Peter said without a hint of sarcasm behind his smile. You blushed.

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After school that day, Peter came by your house as usual so you could work on homework together. You asked him once why he preferred to work at your place—not that you minded whatsoever, but you became curious after picking up on the pattern—and he said because your place was more “stimulating” than his. Stimulating! You had laughed so hard that his confusion had circled around until he worried he’d said something offensive.

“Stimulating? Really?” you had said after composing yourself.

“Well, yeah,” he’d replied. “You have all these cool instruments and your whole room looks like space.”

As you both entered it now, you bypassed the light switch and plugged in the strand of white Christmas lights that encircled the ceiling. Instantly the room was bathed in a soothing glow. You weren’t allowed to paint your walls black ("But it would look so much more like space, mom!”) so you’d ordered four giant tapestries with different galaxies on them and hung one on each wall. A sun-shaped lamp rested on your nightstand. It was one of those sunrise lamps that woke you up by gradually getting brighter in the morning to mimic the elusive wintertime sunrise. Your precious string instruments—an acoustic guitar (Gary) and electric bass (Lily)—stood opposite your bed. You couldn’t think of a better definition of a safe space. 

And now school felt like worlds away. Minus the fact Peter was here with you  to do homework.

Peter assumed his usual position in the bean bag chair furthest from the door. You collapsed into yours, closest to your instruments. A long ottoman served as a makeshift desk for you both to dump your school materials.

But today you both melted into the cushions without moving to open your backpacks, abandoned at your sides.

Peter--usually a ball of energy that would lead you to believe he was a puppy in a former life--closed his eyes and laid his head back. It had been an especially long week. 

Without giving it a second thought, you leaned sideways and removed Gary from its stand. Humming a little, your fingers grazed the guitar strings until the notes strung into the beginning of one of your favorite songs. 

After you finished you looked up and spotted Peter watching you. Of course you’d known he was there, but you’d half expected him to drift off before the first chorus. Your face burned.

His forehead creased. “Was that ‘Here Comes The Sun’?”

You lit up. “Yeah! You listen to The Beatles?”

Peter nodded, feeling confident. “John Legend is the best.”

You stifled a giggle. “Yep,” you said. You had an unreasonably strong urge to hug him. 

You hesitated, not sure if you wanted to stop playing or continue. 

“Can I hear another?” Peter said after a moment, making the decision for you. 

“Sure,” you said, suddenly feeling shy. “What do you want to hear?”

“Anything.”

“Okay,” you steadied your breathing. Deciding to stick with the space theme, you strummed the beginning chords to Muse’s ‘Starlight’ and sang along quietly, losing yourself to your music and completely missing the infatuated grin that found its way onto Peter’s face as he got lost in thought: 

Not only was he hanging out in the coolest bedroom he’d ever seen, he got to spend it with the coolest and smartest person he knew. He wanted to spend as many hours with you as he could, even though you would probably have a lot less free time once you started the internship. But until then, he would enjoy every moment he could. Like this one. 

And who knows, maybe one day space travel would be a regular thing and then you could both hang out on the moon together for real and get away from it all. Peter could listen to you play guitar and sing random songs all day. He might even tell you how he really felt about you once he built up enough courage.

But Peter realized those possibilities were still worlds away. And right now, his world was sitting across from him, humming like a windchime that told him he was home.

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So, I was watching one of Rea’s videos, specifically the one where she designs her magical girls oc’s as characters in other magical girl shows when an idea popped into my mind.

Madoka Magica RWBY au.

Aight so let me start this long post by saying I haven’t seen all of madoka magica and with the stuff I have seen I barely remember any of it. So if some of my ideas don’t line up with the cannon show, that’s why. And if y’all wanna send me a message to help me correct some of my flubs, please do :))

Now onto the Au!!

Starting off with some background stuff:

Summer isn’t dead at the start of this, however she is hospitalized. She’s doin okay for the most part, which is good, but her family is struggling financially. Tai has to work like three jobs just to keep them afloat. Yang also takes it upon herself to get a job just to help out with everything, which means she ends up dropping out of college. Ruby on the other hand is still in school mainly cause Yang told her that they’d be fine.

Yang’s the first out of the main cast to become a magical girl. She ends up getting caught up in a witch attack while working one night, and luckily get save by Pyrrha and Nora! Yang, upon realizing witches are a major threat and could hurt her precious sister, essentially interrogate the duo about how they did all those magical things. Nora immediately spill the beans cause she’s excited that someone wants to get in on the action. They take her to Ozpin, who isn’t a human man in this au and is like an owl creature cause it makes sense to me. He does a whole speech, then asks Yang what her wish is. Obviously Yang wishes for her family to be financially stable, and boom she’s a magical girl.

Next up would be Ruby who witness’s Yang being all badass with her magical girls stuff and is immediately enthralled with the idea of being a magical girl. Yang, however, tells her that it’s too dangerous and that she needs to focus on college. A few weeks after this interaction happens Summer dies in the hospital. That night, Ozpin visits a very hurt Ruby and explains the whole magical girl wish thing to Ruby, who instantly wishes for her mom to be alive and well. Ruby gets her soul gem and Summer wakes up the next morning, perfectly health. Yang and Ruby get into a fight about her making a contract and kinda stop talking to each other for a while. (I don’t remember if there is a rule against wish someone back to life, but if there is then Summer can just be very close to death at the time of Ruby’s wish.)

While the siblings aren’t talking, Ruby tries to convince her bestest friend Weiss to become a magical girl. Weiss isn’t interested until Ruby tells her about the wish and what it did for her. After hearing about the wish Weiss has Ruby bring her to Ozpin. She asks him if there is any limit to what she can wish for and he says no (again I dunno if this is true and is open to be changed if I found out there are rules). Weiss’s wish is pretty easy, she wishes Jacques Schnee would disappear forever. He get arrested the next day and sent to prison for life, with no hope of weaseling his way out of it thanks to it being a wish (alternatively he could literally just stop existing, but i’m not a huge fan of that so he gets arrested in this version of this au. Or if you wanna mess with Weiss’s timeline you could have it so he never existed in the first place or never met Willow). After that Willow, Winter or Weiss would probably get the company (Whitely would be too young). Weiss probably would hire a secretary to help whoever was in charge, and that secretary would be Glinda, who needs more love!

Finally there’s Blake, the hardest out of the four to think up a wish for. Blake would probably already be a magical girl and would meet Yang on the battlefield. Yang and her decide to team up since two is better than one, and become friends pretty quickly. For her wish I have two options, depending on when she became a magical girl. The first would be the easy equality for all people, and the other option would be for Adam to leave her alone. It really just depends on whether on not Adam was in the picture at the time she was making her wish. I think if it was the latter of the two she’d definitely would regret not wishing for her first wish.

Some final little ideas:

Pyrrha’s wish would 100% be to have the strength to protect the people weaker than her. While Nora wished for her and Ren to have families.

Pyrrha would be team RWBY as well as Nora’s first experience with a magical girl turning into a witch. Not sure what caused her to turn into a witch I just know she’s gotta be the first.

Cinder, Emerald and Neo are also magical girls, and Cinder gets her arm ripped off after Pyrrha goes full witch.

Neo probably wished to be taller.

Glinda is also probably a magical girl in this au, cause Weiss needs a cool mom figure and also I love Glinda too much to not have her be a magical girl! And I don’t care if there is an age cap in cannon, I’m pulling the it’s my au card just so Glinda can get some more love! (Again I have no idea if there is an age cap)

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So those are my ideas for this au! I doubt I’m the only one whose come up with this but I thought it’d be fun to ramble about it for a little bit. This is a really long post, and I thank you if you’ve gotten this far! I would like to design all their outfits one day but I can’t deal with that rn! So enjoy!!

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Tell us a little bit about yourself!

Hullo! I’m Vebira, I’m a big animation fan, and I’m so really really happy to be part of this wonderful zine! I’m a little bit shy at first, but I open up very easily once you know me.

How long have you been drawing?

That’s hard to say, because I started it when I was a child… Although for a long time it wasn’t, like, y'know, I made little effort for it to look pleasing, and I only drew when I had time and felt like it. I switched to digital during high school, but only drew in my free time again. I’ve been taking it more-or-less seriously for about 3-5 years, because that was when I started to attend artistic classes. And I don’t plan on stopping until my hands give out.

Tell us about your Undertale/DELTARUNE Experience! When did you first play/watch? What does it mean to you?

I played Undertale a few months after it came out, which means 5 years ago - whew how time flies right-, and then I played it three times in a row :D It became my “comfort game” during finals in uni, something I could always come back to, something I could always relax with, or vent my anger at. Some of my friends played it as well, so it’s a sweet topic we can talk about. In retrospect, it helped me a lot, and I truly loved the characters and the plot, I still think it’s a very good game. For Deltarune, well, I only played it once, but it was nostalgic and I enjoyed it as well. I’m very curious about the questions it leaves unanswered.

What inspired your piece for the It’s Only You Zine?

I have a weak spot for overdramatic neutral idiots, so Rouxls Kaard instantly became my fav character of the game. I laughed at his fascination with worms, and well, what is similar to a bunch of dirt noodles? SPAGHETTI! And that’s how Papyrus came into my mind. I also wanted to include Lancer, because the relationship between him and RK is something I’m interested in, and Frisk, because they’re a precious bean who’d eat anything resembling food (like myself).

What’s next for you after this project?

I’m in another ongoing zine and two fandom big bangs, so that! Ay! I plan to focus on my original pieces a bit too, so I’d have a nice portfolio and there’s so much undone fanart I have the mental image of that I’ve lost count.

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About wendy, I love emily/felicity so I'm instantly interested. And I'm actually bringing criminal minds right now, which is kind of funny. Anyway, how is her relationship with he rest of the team? Did anyone took her in as kind of a mentor or something? (I'm still feeling the reid/prentiss scenes from the storyline where he is arrested, so that's where the question is coming from)

Hi there!

First off thank  you so much for showing interest in my newest baby! My current hyperfixation right now is Criminal Minds (I’ve watched 4 seasons in two weeks lol, I’m now on season 5) and I was thinking to myself how similar Felicity’s character is to Garcia to begin with, and I really wanted to explore that. Thus Wendy was born! 

So as far as Dynamics go.... This is gonna be a long one....so I’ll put the read more below, but here’s the basic breakdown.

Penelope/Wendy= close family and best friends, they keep each other sane.

Emily/ Wendy = close work friends, and two ends of the scale, they balance each other out, as well as help each other reconcile with their job.

JJ/ Wendy = valued friend and handy dandy babysitter! Also a walking talking encyclopedia of child development and entertainment. 

Derek/ Wendy = Little sister, and the cousin of his work wife (b/c let’s be real, that’s is the garcia/morgan ship, platonic as hell, but married.) Someone who takes her at face value, and makes her feel less like a point dexter. 

Rossi/ Wendy = She’s a fan and a humanizing force to him, he is humbled and learns new things from her. 

Hotch/ Wendy = Teacher, mentor, friend. She helps him with Jack, and he helps her learn how to do her job to the best of her ability. 

Gideon/ Wendy = He’s a bit of a mentor, but she also respects his relationship with Reid. She learns what she can from him, but also tries to teach him knew things as well. 

Spencer/ Wendy = This is gonna be a freaking book below the cut...but they are precious beans that challenge each other socially and intellectually all the time, go through some mutual pining and share a lot with each other. He is probably the closest person to her outside of Penelope. 

I’m going to write this as seasons 1-5 ish since I don’t know how far I plan to go with her.

PenGwen (Garcia + Wendy (full name is Gwendolyn) cousins that are more like siblings, since Garcia was eighteen when her parents passed away she decided to let her aunt and uncle raise her cousin without having to worry about her, but they still kept in touch. Wendy is a bit of an old soul at times where Penelope clings to that youthful innocence, so it’s more of a younger sister caring for the older sister kind of relationship. They are each other’s rock and when there is a hard case, they usually go have a cuddle and drink some wine. Wendy is fiercely protective of Penelope and vice versa, they both know each other’s limits as well as their own, and this helps them work together without getting at each other’s throats. 

Gemily (Wendy + Prentiss) These two girls get alone really well, they tag team teasing Derek about how much of a player he is, as well as make bets every case to see if/ how many times he’ll get picked up. If Wendy sees that Emily is getting a too emotionally invested in something, she’s the one to kind of pull her back, in a way that’s different from Rossi’s fatherly tone. She helps to rationalize the raw emotion that Emily is known for. If she sees the other woman act a certain way towards an unsub, she’ll talk to her in the hotel or on the plane, trying to make sure she’s okay.

Geej (Wendy + JJ) Her, Penelope, and JJ are the team’s gossips and tightest knit group (I stan this girl power ot3) Wendy likes to try and level out JJ’s emotions by helping her to see the lines between her job and her duty as a mother. She helps to babysit Henry so that her and Will can have nights out without worry of having to profile a stranger, as well as constantly looks up different ideas on child rearing (something she and Spencer get into DEBATES about). Though she isn’t a Godparent, she treats Henry like family

Derendy (Wendy + Derek) She makes sure to stay away from Derek. She is nice to him, and she teases him without flirting. While he is a guiding force to her, he is also more informal since she’s Baby Girl’s family. There is an understood bond between her coworker and cousin that she doesn’t intrude on, and he respects when their relationship as well. They are kinda like brother and sister, where they tease each other about their social lives and such.

Gwavid ( Wendy + Rossi)  She has read everything he’s written and knows a lot about how he helped to form the BAU, she idolizes him, but also realizes that he represents a different time. When he beats himself up about it no longer being about the victims for him, and how it became more about himself, she reminds him of all the little things he does, and how personalized he makes it each time. She constantly cites him when he’s doubting himself, saying something along the lines of a ‘smart man once taught me...’ and so on. 

Gwaaron (Wendy + Hotch) Though she has read Rossi’s work, it’s really Hotch that she looks up to. He has a unique experience of being a prosecutor before being in the BAU that fascinates her, and she learns everything she can from him. She helps him get as much time with Jack before the WitPro arch as possible, knowing the importance of working a job like theirs and still being there for your children. Some nights she’ll stay late with him to help him finish reports faster, or learn more about the job. 

Gwideon (Wendy + Gideon) She holds back from him when she first joins the BAU, instantly clocking on to his bond with Spencer. She’ll linger to learn things, and try to teach him a few things (she is a huge supporter of learning being a constant in life) that he may not have thought about with the job. She tries really hard to get him to stay at the BAU, and to help him process his doubt, but eventually she understands, and ends up getting a smaller note from him along with Spencer’s. 

Spendy/ Dureid (Wendy and Spencer) Oh dear what can I say about these two. At first Wendy is terrified that he hates her and vice versa, but they soon grow close in their joined youth and intelligence. While she doesn’t have Doctorates like he does, she does have degrees in fields that differ form his. She is to Pop Culture as he is to Statistics, so she can usually provide the social background to his facts. While they are all profilers, Wendy is someone who prides herself in observational skills, and a desire to help. So she doesn’t let his torture and drug problem slip into the background (like for real, that deserves waaaay more attention than it got), and often took him to meetings. When he gets too invested in a case, she jumps right in their with him, emphatic that he is not alone. 

I just love them so much, and I want to babble about them more, but I don’t wanna give spoilers!! 

Thanks again for asking! 

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Hi again! I hope you dont mind i have another ask ^-^ Marco hanging out with his s/o who is having a convo with teach. Teach tries to flirt and Marco gets jealous, dragging his s/o off and reminding her who shes dating? Implied/slight nsfw but if it's easier sfw works too! Have a nice day you lovely bean you!

Hi there lovely! I really appreciate your sweet words! I am so sorry that this took so long!

Enjoy!

Warning NSFW Ahead!

"so then there I was, barbecue sauce all over my titties..." Y/n stated causing Teach to bust out laughing and put his arm around you. "You're hilarious, Y/n!" He grinned at them, causing the blonde across the way to scowl at how Teach watched his precious s/o's Evey move.

His eyes stalked them like a hawk eyeing his next prey. He didn't like how he gazed at them with such... Hunger.

He was torn from his thoughts when Ace sat in his view of the pair.

"sup fancy chicken?" He smirked.

Marco didn't even respond, causing Ace to blink confused before looking over to see y/n laughing away with Teach. We got the hint almost instantly before speaking to Marco.

"I don't get why he has to look at them that way... that's my job." Marco muttered

"then do your job!" Ace retorted while shoving food into his face. Marco, a bit taken aback by Aces words blinked surprised before nodding for him to continue.

It was rare for this dork to have profound advice.

"dude if I were you, I'd go over there, and let them know who they belong to. Remind them, y'know?" Ace smirked.

Marco nodded. The answer was so simple. How could he not know or think of this before? Standing up, Marco thanked Ace before marching over to where Y/n and Teach were and grabbed their hand.

"excuse me, Y/n, but you need to come with me." Marco stated in an almost urgent tone while dragging them to their shared room.

Y/n, naturally became concerned for their beloved phoenix. "Something the matt-eep!"

Marcos hand slammed into the wall beside their head as he looked over their. His warm breath ghosting their lips as the other hand gently grabbed their chin to lock eyes with him.

A moment of silence passed before Marcos lips crashed onto theirs in a heated kiss before his lips made their way down to their neck, kissing and licking their most sensitive spots he was so familiar with. The rough hair of his scruffy chin gently scratched her neck while his tongue licked over the spot he made. The hands that were once on the wall were now busy working their body, roaming over their chest, sliding down to their hips, before roughly pulling them close to feel his growing length.

"you've been driving me crazy with how often you hang with Teach, Y/n...." He husked against their flesh.

Y/n trembled and whimpered in approval loving the feeling of their lover all over them like this. "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?~"

Marco smirked at how bold they were "so shameless~" he then bent them over the bed and removed their bottoms.

"so naughty~" he purred as his large hands gripped the flesh of their bare ass causing his beloved to cry out impure bliss while gripping their sheets.

"so mine~"

[cinnbar-bun]

Hello! Just came here to say I really love your writing and request a sequel to the Belial x Pregnancy S/O where she gives birth to the child (whether it be a boy or a girl, maybe twins??)

A/n: hhhhhhh I’m love??? Thank you so much!!! Hhhhhh this one is a lot more emotional and has uhhhh some angst???

Belial is really calm during the delivery. You’re screaming at him that you’ll absolutely murder him because he’s making you go through this, and he is smiling back and patting your head and doing his best to help. 

And he was overjoyed to see his precious little twins! One was a boy, the other a girl, and he was just having a heart attack at seeing their tiny bodies all swaddled up. 

While you’re asleep and his children are by your bedside, he can’t help but just look at you guys and smile. This is...this is an entirely new feeling for him. He held back for so long, thinking that he shouldn’t have been able to get happiness, and here he was, a family, his very own family. 

The kids are his absolute pride and joy. He’s basically a soccer mom in black jeans and purple feathers. He insists he must help his children with fashion because his KIDS CANNOT AND WILL NOT WALK AROUND LOOKING LIKE SOME BASIC SKYDWELLER. NU-UH CHIRREN, FLAUNT YOUR STUFF BECAUSE YOU ARE AMAZING. 

Matching sunglasses for all of the family? More likely than you think. 

Once his children start getting older and developing more personality, he tends to notice where they got them from. 

For instance, his son is definitely you. A lot more calm and nice, a precious little bean who seems to always be smiling. 

His daughter is definitely him. She’s a little diva, always loud and energetic. And he gets so proud when she threatens to beat people up for making fun of her brother. 

While he loves both his children, his daughter is someone he relates to a lot more, so he knows all her little tricks. 

“Ah, ah, ah, what did Mommy say about no dessert before dinner?” 

“B-but! How’d you even find out? I cleaned up the mess!” 

“Listen little munchkin, you can’t out smart me of all people.” 

Let the mind games begin. 

Belial lets her try his scythe and she instantly loves it. Your son however prefers a good ol’ harp. 

Raising a family sure as hell ain’t easy, so sometimes he sends off the kids to Aunt Lyria or Uncle Sandalphon. 

Belial’s got the biggest shit eating grin as he hands them over, because the two love the children and you, but they despise Belial with every fiber of their being (even after you’ve gotten married and everything). 

Your daughter loves to screw with Sandalphon, and he has night terrors of when she switched out his sugar with salt, or replaced his coffee with soy sauce. 

Just so you know, she’d never do that with Auntie Lyria because she gives her sweets!!!!

Your son is very polite and loves to learn more about the two, and Sandalphon likes having him over to just feel...not alone. 

Belial never really thinks of how this could all go wrong now. He’s finally obtained happiness and love, and this high feels like it’ll never end. 

until the day his son comes home crying about how when he was pushing a friend on a swing, they flew off and nearly broke their wrist. 

His sister came home a week later and explained that the reason she had bloody knuckles was because she punched a kid who was trying to bully another classmate, and they landed on a desk and doubled over in pain (she was quite proud of it, and internally, so was Belial, but because you were nearby he scolded her lightly). 

He never told his kids about their heritage, and had assumed that maybe they just didn’t get any significant powers because they seemed so...normal. When these things keep piling up, he can’t keep ignoring them or brushing them off as coincidences, so he immediately goes to you and rants about how awful he feels. 

The reality of their situation only settles in more when his kids start to notice that they look a lot younger than most despite growing up. His son is the first to bring up how Belial looks the same as he did when you and him got married, yet you seem to have gotten older. 

He of course laughed it off and said he had good genes. 

Oh god, and his kids had them too. 

He really did not know what this would mean for them. Would they be immortal? Or would they just live longer than most? What kind of powers would they have. 

And the thought that plagues him the most- would they end up like how he was? 

His anxiety hits a breaking point when his kids talk about how they had to do a project about the day the sky was about to fall. They didn’t believe it happened, but you two try to give a cleaner version of went down, so as to avoid the other parts about how their father was...a demon on some parts. 

They picked up you two were hiding something, so they went to Sandalphon. He also would not reveal what happened, albeit he looked a lot more guilty and annoyed they asked, so they knew something bad happened. 

The next went to Lyria. Your son remembered she kept a journal during her travels with you, and he asked for it, saying it was for a school project. Lyria, who was none the wiser to their schemes, handed it over and told them to have fun with it. 

The following things they read made their heads spin. Lyria wrote a lot about that day. 

“Sandalphon...he’s a primarch? And so is dad?” 

“Look what she wrote for dad...’basically the worst’...” 

“Brother...what’s going on?” 

When they return home, your daughter immediately goes on the offensive and demands to know why you guys hid what they truly were. 

“All this time! You lied to us! Here I was thinking something was really wrong with me- and it turns out you were just a bad guy!” 

Her brother tries to calm her down but she gets even angrier and screams insults at Belial. 

Belial feels anxious because he knew this day would come. The happiness he had worked so hard to obtain would come crumbling. Because of him. 

In a desperate attempt to ease her anger and fear, Belial tries to step forward and place his hands on her shoulders, but she slaps them away and calls him a monster. 

“Don’t touch me! You damn demon! You’re a monster! You’re a liar!” 

“Don’t say that to him, sis! Breathe for a moment, please!” 

Your daughter is incredibly affected by the news of what she is and who her father once was. She always loved Belial, and thought highly of him because he was similar to her, they could play pranks with each other and still be happy, because they were just two tricksters having fun. 

But her stark sense of justice was an even bigger driving force in her life. The fact her father was someone evil made her insides churn. What if she became as bad as him one day? 

Your son on the other hand, is a lot more calm and level-headed about the situation and understands how hard it must’ve been. He tries to sort out his feelings with you, since he always felt more comfortable with you, and asks what made you fall in love with Belial. After you tell your son about all your emotions, he goes and apologizes to Belial. He easily trusts him again, but does warn him that if he dare try to do anything remotely bad, he won’t hesitate to hurt him. 

Belial nearly cries out of relief and pride. His son was finally becoming a man. 

“I’ll hold it you, kid. I promise your old man won’t do anything bad.” 

Fixing his relationship with his daughter took a lot of time. She wouldn’t even look at him and would coldly brush him off. 

This was perhaps one of the most painful moments in his life, right up there at the time when you nearly killed him and Lucilius was murdered. 

Eventually, she broke down and clung to him, apologizing profusely over how she treated him. She admitted her fears about becoming a bad person, and he wipes her tears and lets her know that she will never become a demon. 

“You’re my little angel, you could never upset me, nor will you ever be a bad person.” 

After the entire fiasco settles and Belial explains more of the situation to them, he instantly embraces you. 

“Thank you...” He whispers as he hugs you tightly. 

“For what? I’ve done nothing.” 

“You stayed with me. You loved me even after those awful things I’ve done. Sometimes...sometimes I get scared of what will happen to us one day. What if I hurt you, or the kids?” 

“Belial. Look at me, love. I know you. You’d never hurt us. I trust you with my life, even if the world turns its back on you. You have us. You have our love and support.” 

It’s all he needs to hear before he breaks down and sobs into your arms. 

Belial is actually pretty lax about his kids dating. 

His daughter is pretty outgoing so she usually talks about her crush or will quickly tell him as she’s walking out of the house she’s going on a date. She’s been going steady with her boyfriend for three years now and she’s going on about getting married. 

“Not until you graduate and I’m dead, young lady.”

“BUT YOURE IMMMOOOORRTTAAALLLLLL!!” 

His son is pretty reserved and he literally begs him to go out. 

“STOP STUDYING AND JUST LIKE GET A GIRLFRIEND OR SOMETHING!!!!” 

When his son admits he has a crush on his classmate Belial is screaming and congratulating him. 

Belial really tries to spend as much time with his family as possible. You’re unfortunately growing older, and so are the kids. As they’ve grown more proficient with their weapons and fighting, you decide to go back on the Grandcypher and adventure again. 

Some of your crew mates have passed, while others have grown into adulthood splendidly, and it brings you joy to reunite with them. 

Belial is surprisingly a good father. A lot of people were doubtful he’d ever change his ways and become a worthy man in society, but to him, he doesn’t care. He has you and his two kids. There’s practically nothing else he needs in the world except you three. 

Sometimes Belial likes to just stare at you when you’re sleeping and just reminisce. He really wants to know what he did to become lucky enough to get married to you and start a family. 

He sighs in contentment and pulls you closer to him, finally letting his tired body rest. There’s plenty of places to explore tomorrow, and he wants to celebrate and experience all of them with his family. 

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A change of heart (James and lily)

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Chapter ONE↓

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The summer holidays were finally over and none could be happy about the fact, than the two sisters that sat silently in the back of their father's car. Petunia Evans was on cloud nine so much so that she hadn't complained once about the owl, that lay resting in it's cage on her sisters lap. Neither had she moaned about coming to wave off her younger sister,as she got on the train back to her precious school. Petunia Evans was in a good mood as she had been all summer long,yes it's very true the blondes holiday had been a Great one. She had met a boy over the summer break at the firm she was interning at, collecting coffee and fetching tea was all petunia Evans really did. It was wasn't anything truly exciting and to be honest she didn't really learn much, but she had a met a boy.

Vernon Dursley was the name he was a little older than her, he had an apprenticeships at Grunings he made drills and was very good, it was same firm that the blonde work at. Over the summer they had gotten close and had started courting as Petunia put it. Lily hadn't met him as her sister had refused to let her, but according to her mother Vernon Dursley was utterly ridiculous. He was on all accounts over wait and had a rather thin line of hair on his upper lip, Which he had called a mustache. Mr Evans would've laughed but he didn't want to seem rude and risk damaging his already fragile relationship with his eldest daughter, so he had refrained from doing so and gave the young man permission to continue to date Petunia. Mr and Mrs Evans had also agreed to allow the blonde permission to attend a weeks vacation with some of her school friends, down in the Welsh Ilse. It was safe to say everything this summer had seemed to go her way, resulting in her high right now.

Now lily's summer hadn't been a good affair , in fact it had been terrible. It started with her sister, the redhead had been pushed out all summer by Petunia Evans, she hadn't let her meet the boy whom had captured her heart. She had forbidden her attended the 18th birthday barbecue her parents were throwing for her. Though Petunia pushing her away was nothing knew, the older girl had been doing it since lily got her letter six years ago now. It was what happened with her best friend this summer that had left lily Evans stumped.

Severus Snape was a tall boy with greasy black hair and large hooked nose, people often said was snotty. That boy was lily's best friend, he was the first person whom made the red head feel normal, as opposed to the way her sister made her feel. And she was the first person to look at the young boy and not be repulsed, by his appearance. Over the years the pair had spent a lot of time together making for a  life long friendship, spending their summers under the willow tree in Which they had met. But this summer something was different, Severus Snape had been distant, the young man had been on Edge. His already short fuse and gotten shorter, yelling in the street to the muggles who let Thier eyes linger on him to long as they passed. Picking fights in public parks and youth club's he would likely loose without using his wand and exposing the wizarding world. He had even on occasion snap at lily, a girl who he loved and one day hoped would love him back. But at the rate he was pushing her away it became less likely that such a thing was going to happen. Lily Evans was extremely smart and new that something was going on, that the greasy haired boy was hiding something, something he didn't want her to know. Lily knew he wouldn't tell her and she had no hope in trying to reach the boy who trusted no but her had been keeping her at arms length.

So lily sat in the back of car twiddling her fingers, preying  that summer would come to an end instantly.

2

The Evans family car pulled up about outside kings Cross Station, in no time lily and family were walking through station Heading for platform nine and three quarters, Muggles staring as they did so. That was the Muggle way to lear longingly at thing's that seem different, or strange in anyway. And something about a young sixteen year old girl pushing a trolley filled with trunks and a black owl with flecks of white In his feathers,caused them to stare. Lily like the other witches and wizards of Hogwarts was used to it by now, it was nothing knew to her. All the whispering, the pointing of little children were expected, so it didn't faze her. Petunia Evans on the other hand hated. She hated being the girl with a odd sister whom got all the attention, she lothed the feeling of being constantly over shadowed even by strangers, most she would never likely to see again.

Five minutes later lily and her family had found the magical entrance to the train, and all four of them and ran threw wall just as instructed by lily years before. It seemed funny to the Evans family that there was a whole other world behind one little wall, a world of wonder and magic. And yet here they were standing in the thick of it, while they watched their youngest daughter suddenly feel at home and that she did.

A smile lit up the face of the red head as she stood scanning the station, watching the new first years run through too the platform for the first time on shaky leg's. One little boy coming up to her as she looked the least intimidating, his hair was short and his cheeks still held his baby fat perfectly.

"Excuse me, but where do I take my trolley" lily smiled and bent down a little to reach his eye level, she could tell he was nervous and very clearly like her. A Muggle born.

"Hello, you see that man over there take it to him and then head for the train, earlier you get on the better compartment you get." Lily said shoeing him on, the boys father following him smiling. Kindly at the redhead.

Lily turned back to her mother and father aswell as a very bored looking petunia Evans, hugging each of them as she said her goodbyes. Her sisters scowl warning lily to do no such thing with her, so the young witch gave a simple curt nod. Something that Appeared odd to others as they glanced at the interaction between sister, but the lily and petunia Evans the act was a far more normal occurrence than hugging.

"Oh baby, promise me you'll write every week" Catherine Evans spoke to her daughter, lily nodded and waved one last time before running off to find her Friends.

Marlene McKinnon was the easiest to Spot you Heard her before you saw, she was always getting in trouble in class because of it. Once it cost gryffindor twenty House, Slughorn felt terrible for taking the point's but the blonde was being extremely loud. But in her defence she was having a battle of wits with Sirius Black, it didn't end well for ethier of them. Especially when professor McGonagall found out, the pair had been given detention and they ended up hating eachother more than before.

"COME ON MUM, DAD IM GOING TO BE LATE" it was then lily saw her, blonde wild locks went barrelling towards the front of train with fifteen minutes to spare, the blonde was in such a chaotic state she completely missed the redhead standing to the side of her.

"Hey Mar we've got half and hour till the train leaves not fifteen."

"Lils that's not the__ OH MY GOD LILY " the blonde screamed throwing her arms around the Muggle girl.

"Missed you too mar, but do you mind if I breathe now, thanks" lily pushed her way out of the blondes arm's. Marlene McKinnon's mum and dad had left once they saw the two walking off completely forgetting they were still there.

"So let's go and find Dorcas and Alice, hey did you here about Alice yet" both girls keeping an eye out as they walked around the platform for the two missing from their little click.

"No, is she okay. "

"Oh she's Great, like really Great." Marlene spoke suggestively.

"What happened mar" lily stopped her in their tracks worried.

"How about we let the huffle-slut tell you__ ALICE FORTESCUE, GET OVER HERE YOU HUFFLE-SL" the brunette was barley five feet from the girls, but still Marlene McKinnon raised the volume of her voice to grab the attention of Alice Fortescue. And we'll it worked.

"Will you shut up, oh hey lily." Alice Fortescue now stood in front of her two friends, and a few seconds later the wild curly locks of Dorcas meadowes followed.

"hello Dizzy Dorcas, how did you find us" lily said earning her a shove on the side of her arm, by the Coco skinned girl.

"I heard Mar"

"Yeah I think everyone did" Alice Fortescue quipped.

"Hey I wasn't that loud" said the blonde mock affended, her Voice still slightly raised.

"Yes Mar yes you were, anyway i hear you have something to tell me Alice." Instantly Alice went red in the face, she wasn't embarrassed by what she had to tell lily Evans, it was just she wasn't used to it yet.

Taking a deep breath she spilled the beans " me and Frank are dating, he asked me over the summer, first week actually."

"Oh Alice that's great we've been rooting for you two" the redhead squealed happy for her friend.

"Did he get down on one knee," Marlene asked, all three girls looking at her like she had a third eye.

"Mar he asked her out not to marry her"

"I know that Dizzy Dorcas, but it just seems very Frank Longbottom, you know very proper." Alice rolled her eyes,

"No but he did give me flowers." The brunette swooned,

"Ugh, so lils how was your summer with the devil spawn." Dorcas meadowes had turned to conversation to the redhead, who's smile faltered.

"Petunia was well petunia she ignored my very existence," lily said.

"That's not the devil spawn I was asking about, I ment Severus Snape, you know tall with a chip pan for hair."

"I don't kn __" lily was interrupted by Alice, tapping her on the shoulder, pointing out the teen in question. "Lils, look other there"

Lily followed the gaze of her friends, green eyes Landed on the young boy with greasy hair. He walked through the platform, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black, Rodolphus Lestrange and Narcissa Black she was pushing her trolley. Lucius Malfoy to most was the scumm of the earth, he graduated from Hogwarts last year and just like his father had become a death eater along with Bellatrix Black. The girl with mast of curly black hair was practically psychotic, taking every chance she could to hex her cousin Sirius Black. The girls understood in a way why Lucius and Bellatrix were on the platform, the pair must of been seeing Narcissa Black off to her final year of school. But Rodolphus lestrange was a mystery, he had left Hogwarts about four years prior to Lucius and Bellatrix and yet here he stood. He had a reputation of being cruel even in school, it was wide a spread rumor that he had tortured a Hogwarts house nearly to death. Of course nobody could prove it even back then so Rodolphus lestrange for away with it. and there they all stood with lily's best friend.

"Well I guess that's where Sevs been all summer" lily said Turing away,

"So you haven't seen him all Summer," Alice placed a hand on lily's shoulder, the girl smiling at gesture.

"I saw Sev a few times but he seemed different, distant his temper was shorter than usual."

"Wow, come let's get a compartment. Maybe you guys can talk later" the black eyes Severus Snape falling on lily, he watched as she walked away. Silently vowing to reconnect with his best friend this schooling year of Hogwarts.

3

James potter and Company had just made to the platform with ten minutes to spare, as usual they planned to meet between platforms nine and ten and as usual He and Sirius were late. Remus had raised his arms in the air like a disapproving father and Peter well he was Peter, he just wanted food.

" Where in Merlin were you two?, We could've missed the train"

"Keep your knickers on Mooney, we've got ten minutes" Sirius Black spoke slinging his arm around Peter Pettigrew, while the tall boy scowled at their attitude.

"What he said mate, don't wolf out on us I was getting you a gift." James potter a bespeckled boy with black tousled hair, smirked whipping out a bar of Muggle milk chocolate.

"Thanks mate you're forgiven" Remus lupin mumbled taking the chocolate bar off his friend, peters mouth watering for a peice.

"seriously, he's forgiven, It was my Idea. I'm hurt, I'm hurt Mooney." Sirius Black spoke falling backwards, into his best friends arms. Far more dramatically then it sounds.

"Face it pads he loves me more," James push the raven haired boy up and out of arms, now walking backwards like a smart arse. Hair blowing more skew-whiff if that was even possible.

"Does not"

"Does too, he wants to steam up my specks"

"Shut it prongs he wants to kiss me and run his fingers through my hair, I mean come on I'm gorgeous." James bent over in laughter. Sirius's hair was dreadful, jet black and full of knots no matter how many times he pulled a brush through it.

"The bush you mean." James quipped.

"Remus kiss me, comon kiss me. Fine let me give you a big old smooch then " the tall boy cringed, he couldn't think of anything worse, snapping a strip of creamy chocolate off for Peter.

"No thanks, come__is that Lucius Malfoy"

Now all four boys had their eyes trained on the older boy, amused by whatever his three friends were doing. But on closer inspection Remus lupin noticed the four of young Wizards and Rodolphus lestrange were hazing a first year, before the poor tike hadn't even boreded the express. "Prongs, Padfoot are you seeing this" The two young Wizards didn't say a word in reply, instead they rushed off in the direction of Lucius Malfoy and his possy leaving Peter to trail behind.

As they got closer they saw a cute blonde girl, obviously a first year, robes barley off the floor and she still had her cart. Lucius Malfoy used his wand to riffel through the girls trunk, pulling the pages out off her new school books. James potter rolled his eyes, as they met with Severus Snape levitating the small blonde girl upside down now. The bespeckled boy taking the opportunity to startle the former student .

"Didn't know you could read Malfoy," the blonde Wizard jumping back startled by the sudden appearance of the bespeckled boy. The much older death eater rolling his eyes at Lucius Malfoy's obvious fear of the sixth year boy.

"I fail to see how that's any of you're business Potter" Malfoy spat

"Well I just made it my business, let the girl go Snivellus don't want to get bogey's on the poor thing." James potter spoke to the raven haired boy lowering the girl, once her feet reached the ground she legged it behind Remus lupin and Sirius Black. You couldn't blame the girl, the wolf boy was unnaturally tall and raven haired Wizard held a dark look in his grey orb's that would even scare her father.

"Arh yes potter I forgot you hang around blood traitors and mauled half-bloods." The boy with tawny curls retreating into his tatty clothes at the mention of his scared face, James and Sirius Black whipped out their wands in the defence of their friend.

"Watch you're mouth Malfoy." This time Sirius Black spoke up his voice venomous, the blonde ignored his second cousin and turned to the werewolf. Rodolphus lestrange deciding to leave the argument was a childish one and he definitely wasn't a child.

"Father works In the ministry's office lupin, there a bit if an enigma surrounding you." Malfoy paused for a second. "May I asked, did an unfortunate event befall you, or were always this hideous."

Though Remus didn't get to answer the question and not that he would any way, but the fist Peter Pettigrew had landed it's into the jaw of pureblood dick Lucius Malfoy. The three remaining marauders stared at their friend, Remus lupin was simply grateful that Peter chose this moment to finally snap. While James and Sirius looked on like a proud dads also laughing at the boy who had just been flattened, Malfoy though was fuming.

"My fa__" stoping when he heard James and Sirius making a bet.

" Three galleons if he says my father will hear about this" James smirked "your on pads"

"You little Rat my father will hear about this " the blonde Wizard stumbled to his feet with the help of girlfriend. Admittedly narcissa Black was far too pretty for the wizard and perhaps if she had more courage she'd of ran away from her depraved family, much like her older sister. But alas she didn't.

"Damit, here take em" james shoved the golden coins into the hands of Sirius Black, who took them gladly.

"Mark my words, dangerous times are coming boys and when they do,don't imagine you'll be Safe " the boy wizard said pushing his girlfriend away form the four boys.

" Thankyou for helping me, I'm Gabby Douglas." Came a soft voice from behind Remus lupin.

"It's not a problem munchkin, all in days work for the mighty Padfoot and friends" the first year smiled at the door sixth years stood looking down at her.

"Now run off and sit with the first year's okay." The tall boy with brown curls spoke to the girl.

The Marauders following suit made it just time, to bord the Hogwarts express. By now most of compartments upfront Were occupied and filled by loud and confused first year's, All seemingly unaware of the prejudice that would follow once they had been sorted. For some the friends they made on the train weren't likely to stick with you through the years to come, unless you where lucky like the four boys plodding along now. Sure with a few exceptions you could be friends with a Slytherin but it almost always ended in disaster, as lily Evans would find out the harsh way, just a few months into the new school year.

The boys eventually found Thier compartment near the back of the train and as luck would have it, it was the same very one that they had met in way back when in first year. They didn't know then that perhaps this would be the last time it was just the four of them, in that dinky compartment. If they had then maybe Peter Pettigrew wouldn't of buried his face in mountains if food, and somehow still have room for dinner In the Great hall later tonight. Perhaps if he knew Remus lupin wouldn't of let his heavy eyes droop shut at the impeding doom of the full moon tonight. The first day back and he was  having to spend it in pitiful sleep and in a grotty room. And perhaps James and Sirius wouldn't of spent their time plotting yet another well thought out hex on Slytherin. But things  simply were as they always had been, four best friend's who more like brother's really gearing up for another year of leaning, and shenanigans.

Word count : 3395

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the chapter, let me know what think. What you didn't like and what you did, in the comments.

Untill next time  Hollie xx

[themadlostgirl]

Not Dead Yet (Part 58)

*These two need to get their sh*t together*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language

“Oh fuck me,” I muttered under my breath. “This is bad. This is so bad.”

“Y/N?”

“Stay the hell away from me!” I snapped at Baelfire. “This is all your fault!”

“My fault? You’re the one that told Pan I was trying to escape.”

“No I didn’t. One of the others heard us back at camp and told him. You’re the idiot that tried escaping in broad daylight! You do this kind of stuff under the cover of darkness!” I wanted to grab him and throw him into the walls of dreamshade but stopped myself. I am on shaky ground with Peter now and throwing Baelfire to his death would not be a wise way to get back into his good graces.

I pulled out my dagger and started cutting my way through the dreamshade. I doubt Peter would come back for us right away and I was not staying here all night. Slowly but surely I was able to clear a path through big enough that there was little to no harm of cutting myself. Baelfire followed me out. Once we were free I kept my poison soaked dagger poised at his back. “Move, try to escape and I will make sure you will never leave this island.”

“Against me now? Upset your boyfriend so now your morals are gone?”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yes, isn’t that what he is?”

“He is a boy, loosely speaking, and was my friend until this little incident.”

“No, it means paramour.”

“Why not just say paramour?”

“Why are you arguing this of all things?”

“Because I’m pissed and if I’m being honest...worried.”

“Why?”

“You didn’t see him. I’ve ticked him off, pushed him way past his limits, tried to kill him, but this,” I swallowed the lump in my throat, “He’s lost trust in me and now I’m scared I won’t be able to win it back. The first thing I can do to correct this latest blunder is by bringing you back to camp. Now move.”

We eventually made it back to a part of the island that wasn’t dead and I tore a vine from one of the trees and bound Baelfire. I was worried that Peter may have moved camp to vex me further but mercifully it was still in place. I shoved Baelfire back into one of the cages and made sure my dagger was still in its sheath before walking back into the middle of the camp.

No one was treating me any differently so that was a good sign. Peter hadn’t announced to the camp what I had done yet. Speaking of, I could see him chatting idly with Felix and some of the other boys. I need to face him sometime. It’s been a couple hours so hopefully he’s cooled down. Perhaps my mind had been making a bigger deal out of this. I have done far worse things and received almost no punishment.

I took a deep breath and approached him. “Hello,” I joined the group, “What are we talking about?”

“Things,” Felix shrugged, “Where have you been?”

“Out,” I mimicked his shrug.

Peter wasn’t saying anything.

“Can I take a minute alone with the chief here?” I asked the boys. They nodded and walked off.

Now alone with him I felt the same ball of anxiety crawling up my throat. “Peter?”

“Hm?” he kept staring straight ahead.

“I don’t suppose apologizing would make this all go away?”

“And you would be right.”

“But maybe there is something else I could do to make it up to you?” I looped an arm around him.

“Don’t betray me again and do as you’re told. There’s a start,” he shoved me away and stalked off.

A couple days passed and Peter would barely talk to me. He refused to even look at me. It didn’t go unnoticed by the camp either. Little things that used to be commonplace no longer happened. No dancing around the fire, no leaning against one another while we sat or small pecks throughout the day. Certainly no sex. No falling asleep next to him, the sound of his breathing and heartbeat lulling me to sleep. I haven’t had a proper rest since he cut me out of his life.

I tried all I could think of to make things better. I was the perfect Lost Girl and if I felt like I was pushing things with him in my efforts I backed off. No matter what I did though, no matter how hard I tried, I was still merely Y/N to him. Not pet or his Lost Girl. Just Y/N. I can’t believe I actually missed that condescending nickname. His precious pet.

After a week of the barest scrap of attention from him I was starting to lose hope. He can’t stay mad at me forever...right?

Was this revenge for the month long silent treatment? Was he going to make me squirm just as long as I made him? I tried to apologize for it. Did he want me to beg? I am willing to do a lot of things but going to that imp on my knees and pleading for forgiveness is not one of them. I had to retain some pride.

I stopped trying to get his attention and ignored him too after the first month of nothing. I can play this dumb game of his too. I played with Devin, Nick and Ben most days, spent a lot of time chatting with Tigerlily too. They didn’t think much of Peter and I’s fight thinking that it would resolve itself in due time but after a month of Peter not so much as glancing in my general direction they became...concerned. I told them to stop fretting over something so stupid. This was just another one of our fights. It may just take longer to forgive and forget.

During the first month Baelfire was acting more like a Lost Boy. He still got taken to training and beaten the hell out of him but he was getting tougher. Holding out longer. Learning how to fight back properly. He was still being kept in the cages at night for the time being. He wasn’t broken yet and we weren’t letting him out of his own accord until he was.

Any twinge of guilt I may have had for him was gone. Wendy’s brother or not his idiocy is what caused this rift between Peter and I. I wouldn’t let the others kill him but I was done playing the knight.

After the second month I had grown used to the distance. I still missed our time together back before but it was background noise now. Tried seeing things from his point of view. I know that i screwed up by giving Baelfire a tip to escape but I didn’t think Peter would react so harshly. I guess I did purposely betray him. We usually killed boys for that. Being ignored wasn’t too bad in comparison.

The third month I started to worry. Three months. Ninety so days of Peter not saying a single word to me that wasn’t absolutely necessary. Ninety days since the last time he kissed me. It wasn’t even the thought that he may never speak to me again that made me uneasy. It was the fear that I would wake up one morning and know he had spent the night off the island. Spent it with someone else. Ninety days all the complicated feelings from before taunted me in my sleep. Three short months, ninety something days, I finally allowed myself enough pity for one good cry.

It didn’t help.

Four months passed and Baelfire had escaped the camp. The entire camp went on a man hunt for him. Peter had found him instantly but let him be. It was a new game. There was no more bean grove for him to run to. So started the timer on how long it would take him to make it off the island, if he even could. I ran into him on odd days. Never said a word. Just gave him a passing scowl and moved on. I was done being mad at him. I was done feeling sorry for myself.

Five months. I started referring to Peter as Pan again. He gave no reaction to this. I don’t care anymore.

One hundred and sixty three days since the incident with Baelfire and Peter cut me from his life I had had enough. I wasn’t having fun anymore. It was the same thing day in and day out. Without Peter there making me laugh and playing our games it was just so boring on Neverland. I spent a long time going back and forth with myself before deciding to leave.

I grabbed my emergency magic bean I had hidden in a tree and packed up some provisions as well as some gold and silver pieces. Growing up had to be better than this motony.

I didn’t tell anyone. They would have talked me out of it. They couldn’t understand. This was my home and they were my family but it held no joy anymore. One last time I had gone to the underground cavern underneath Peter’s Thinking Tree and found a blank piece of parchment. I doubted that he would care but I penned a letter to Peter letting him know that I was leaving and that I was sorry for betraying his trust. I had tried apologizing. I did what he wanted and he still let this continue on after so long. I didn’t know what else I could do to make this better. I dropped it in his tent later that night.

Grabbing Candace, my bean, my bag of essentials and my weapons I went to the beach for one last look at the ocean. My stomach clenched at the thought of never seeing this realm again but I had decided. I had no more purpose here.

I took a deep breath and tossed the bean to the ground.

~~~

If Peter could have counted on any of his recruits not to betray him he would have thought it’d be Y/N. He knew she had a history of letting boys that wanted to leave the island actually leave despite his rule that no one go without his permission. But she also knew the history behind his feud with the Dark One. To go ahead and mock him like she did was infuriating.

The first month he had ignored her as best he could. He was pissed. She knew he was and it wasn’t going to be swept away by her silver tongue or offers of apology sex. A taste of her own medicine from when she gave him the silent treatment.

Peter wanted her to come to him and admit that she was wrong. He wanted to see her swallow her damn pride and plead for forgiveness. She was the one to blame this time so he was not going to be the one to make the first move. If she wanted things to be better between them then she needed to make the effort. He didn’t care how long it took.

Months passed of them saying barely anything to each other. It was a hard act to keep up for so long. To not reach out and touch her like he wanted to. Making sure her attention was elsewhere when he watched her from across the camp. He kept staring at her lips wanting to sprint across the camp and claim them again. To take her away and strip away those bothersome clothes of hers and show her there were no hard feelings.

All of what they had could be theirs again if she just came up to him and said she was wrong for betraying him again. Stubborn as she was she had to have a breaking point. His had been one month. Hers apparently took much longer to reach.

At some point she started calling him Pan instead of Peter. It was the only time he truly worried that she didn’t care about reclaiming what they had. She couldn’t have moved on so quickly...could she?

He decided that if it got to be a year and she was still keeping her distance from him then he would end this feud between them. The thought of having to go back to her after she was the one that disobeyed him wasn’t appealing. Never getting to fall asleep with his Lost Girl in his arms was worse.

Almost six months into their waiting game one of the boys made a pass at Y/N. She broke his arm. Peter made a mental not to make sure an army of fire ants invaded his tent when he fell asleep.

The night was in full swing with all the boys jumping around the bonfire and dancing like wild monkeys. Peter’s eyes scanned the camp for Y/N but didn’t spot her. She was probably off with Tigerlily again. She had come to spend a lot of time with the former fairy during their separation.

He was thinking of heading to his Thinking Tree when he felt a soul leave the island. That was impossible though. He had killed off the magic bean grove and the remaining beans were on his person at all times so not even the greatest pickpocket could reach.

Baelfire. The little shit had finally found some way off the island.

No...Baelfire was still on the island. He could sense his presence not too far from camp. Then who had left? He was used to the feeling of the mermaids coming and going from the realm. This was different. It was a presence he knew.

Something wasn’t right.

Peter tried to shrug it off but it wouldn’t leave him be. He turned in early in hopes of clearing his head. He flopped down on his cot and heard a crunch. Confused he sat up again and noticed the piece of parchment he had flattened with his butt. What was this about?

~~~

When the portal closed I was no longer on Neverland but standing ankle deep in freezing snow. Why did it have to be winter in the other realm when I decided to leave? Just my luck I suppose. I stuck Candace in my coat to shield her from the snow. She let out a little chirp and started to warm. I was worried she was combusting again before I realized she was using her fiery phoenix ability to keep me warm.

“Thanks girl,” I nuzzled her closer. I drew my scarf up around my nose and mouth so my lungs wouldn’t be as affected by the cold. Gonna need to get used to dealing with my breathing problems in the cold again if I’m not living in an eternal summer anymore.

I trudged closer to the nearby town and stepped into the inn shivering. I must have been quite the sight with my club over my shoulder and phoenix tucked inside my coat. The innkeeper gave me a weary look but gave me a room anyways when I flashed my heavy coin purse. “Make sure your pet doesn’t tear up the room.”

“No worries,” I assured him and walked up the steps.

I let Candace out and watched her make her home in the fireplace setting it ablaze and sitting comfortably in the flames. “You are a strange little bird, you know that? Any other secret talents you wanna tell me about?”

She cocked her head to the side as if she was giving it a thought. I shrugged off my coat and sat down on the bed to tug off my boots and wet socks. My toes were like ice after being out in the cold for so long.

I slipped under the blankets of the warm bed and closed my eyes. A lot had happened tonight but I was too tired to care. Right now all I wanted was some rest.

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[ycjins-blog]

⁓ ♡  hello lovely people !  first, let me introduce myself as the dumbest person of earth because i misspelled my own name. it’s Evy and not ivy ( someone pls kill me to relieve me from this burden aka my dumbness ) and this is my precious bean yejin ( s/o at myself for not misspelling her name but i actually did in my theme but i fixed it hah ! *cries in the distance* ). actually, at first i wanted to base her on our favourite tabasaco aka vasco from lookism, but when i started writing her bio, suddenly things got out of control. so here i am, with my dumb little child and her dumb mun, but pls love me anyway asddfgjk ! also i’ve made a super basic connection page HERE but i also listed some very wanted connections in my intro ! oh and if you’d like to plot pls LIKE this post and i’ll jump in your IMs ! <3</small>

┅ ☆ ★ ✮ ∟ ‖ kim jennie. 22. female. she/her. ‖— camp fires , flushed cheeks , expensive perfume. 」did you hear that JEON YEJIN is planning on attending the next race ?! i won’t lie, i’m pretty excited to see their BLACK KAWASAKI NINJA H2 in person. i know people say they’re really  WITTY , COMPASSIONATE & LOYAL , but don’t you think they come off way too INTERFERING  ,  INDECISIVE  &  OVER-SENSITIVE ? i hear they’re always blasting TO MY YOUTH by BOLBBAGAN4 ? oh well, they’re a member of the HELLCATS so i guess i shouldn’t complain.

tbh no one had ever expected that fate would take such strange twists and her life would turn out to be like this

growing up as the youngest of two sisters, she actually had a pretty normal childhood. nothing traumatic or any of these things.

and no, she also wasn’t that one neglected child who was overshadowed by her older sibling. quite the contrary was actually the case, and it was her who received all the attention.

yejin, was the golden child in the family. and even at school she was liked by many. 

 since she was young she had an interest in martial arts and pestered her parents to let her at least try it and so they allowed her to attempt jiu jitsu. however, this little “attempt” soon turned into more and yejin found herself training everyday for several hours.

although her parents at first wanted her to do something different, something that would fit her “soft personality” they couldn’t say no to their favourite child and even accompanied her to all kinds of different competitions.

her name became known among people in this field and her future seemed bright. but with her growing popularity there were also people who were jealous of her. and while they could not outgrow her by their own skills there were other things they could do to get rid of her. and this was probably the moment where her life started to get messy.

they didn’t go for the old-fashioned “injuring her to that point she wouldn’t be able to fight anymore” method. instead, something more sinister was growing in their minds. yejin had crushed their pride when she won against them and they wanted revenge. and with only leaving her injured, she’d still be remembered as someone to look up. they wanted to ruin her, ruin her to that point that no one would even look at her anymore. 

(because i’m too tired to write that all out i’m getting straight to the point ) they tried to pin a murder on her and they were successful.

suddenly, everyone who once adored her, hated her. and the adoration in their eyes turned to disgust. the people truly believed she was guilty and the people who did this to her were smart enough to make all the evidence point at her.

of course, yejin insisted on being innocent because she was. but after some time even her friends turned her back on her.

so with no one really helping her out, she was just handed in like that. and the judge declared her for guilty and she was send to prison.

there she remained for two years and when got out at the age of 21, when her case was reinvestigated and she was proven to be innocent.

still, a little naive as she was she could just continue with her life as it was, but oh boy she was wrong.

not only, did everyone else still saw her as a murderer, making it impossible to her to ever return to her old life and continue her career as an athlete, but also her parents turned her back on her.

the image of the golden child was long gone and they were embarrassed of her. they didn’t want their neighbours to talk about them and treated yejin as if she was never a part of their family to begin with. they didn’t care abouther anymore. she wasn’t perfect to them anymore. just a damaged good, too bothersome to repair.

her sister, which whom she didn’t have the best relationship to begin with, was happy about the attention their parents finally gave and yejin couldn’t blame her.

so here she was. with nowhere to go and keeping herself with part time jobs and some savings alive.

she was alone. and she hated it. she was always bad at handling loneliness and this time she really was lonely.

it wasn’t until a member ( WANTED CONNECTION ?? ) of the hellcats approached her. and as desperate she was she did join them. and despite of everything she started to see them as their family. a family that wouldn’t neglect her like her own just because people would spread lies about her.

while, she doesn’t agree with everything ( well, actually like 90 %)  the hellcats do, yejin is still holding onto them. they’re the only thing she has and she turns a blind eye to the things they do. after all, they saved her so to her and if they were bad people they wouldn’t have done that. or at  least that’s what she thinks. 

personality and headcanons

truth to be told, yejin isn’t cut out to be a member of a gang. she’s too soft around the edges and perhaps the only thing that makes her suitable are her fighting skills and nothing more. 

she knows that some people actually have already figured that out. and behind the rather distant and cool facade she likes to hide behind, is actually just a lost person desperately clinging to something like a family. 

yes, yejin is that type of person who will cry at movies when she is watching them alone but as soon as someone is with her, she’ll pretend she’s tougher than she is , which causes her to sometimes find herself in difficult situations just because she wanted to prove someone wrong ( although they were right) 

being more on the soft side, yejin always tries to understand where others are coming from, no matter what they’ve done. being accused of something she didn’t do, yejin learned to give always others the benefit of the doubt. something that might essentially be good if there weren’t others who’d make use of that trait. 

while yejin isn’t the perfect match or someone one would describe as suitable for that life, she’s loyal to the bone. no, she won’t instantly beat you up when you utter something bad about the hellcats, because jiu jitsu isn’t meant to attack ( at least that is what her teacher liked to remind her of ), but being short-tempered as she is, a little provocation will make her ignore these words.

perhaps, it’s just her curious nature or perhaps she’s just straight up annoying, but yejin likes to meddle with other people businesses. she’s the that friend who always wants to know what’s going on, even if you aren’t that close and it happens often that she’d just take matters in her own hands because she “just wanted to help out”. 

she doesn’t participate in races because tbh she doesn’t care much about them, and also she has a bike (which she has stolen from her father btw, after she found out that her family abandoned her )  so she can’t do it anyway.

she’s part of the security

wanted connections

a best friend: someone who always stood by her side, even after everything that happened to her. or perhaps someone she met later in the gang and both immediately hit off. 

used to be best friends but grew apart because something bad happened between them ???

childhood friends that either still are close or have grown apart and coincidentally meet again

the person who introduced her to the hellcats: basically someone she’ll always be thankful to. they don’t necessarily have to be friends, but whatever the other person might feel about her yejin will still adore them and do everything for them because she thinks the owes something to them. ( jiwan )

“siblings” they treat each other like family and have a sibling like relationship. where they see yejin as the older/younger sister ( doyeon )

someone who was related to the victim of the said murderer: they might still believe it was yejin and might revenge that person’s death. or they might believe yejin and it’s awkward between them, or one of them tries to make up to the other. 

someone who is always causing trouble and because yejin is part of the security she always has to deal with them. perhaps they might just do it beause they want to annoy her or bored or whatever shndssdn

messy exes pls?? perhaps they were a couple before the whole prison fiasco (why does this sound so funny to me?? ) and they broke up with her because of that. or yejin broke up with them bcs she felt bad for them and didn’t want her reputation to to also harm theirs. (minsu)

exes that still have feelings for each other but DRAMA and angSt???

AnYTHinG AnGstY ANYTHING!!!

[lycorogue]

Gabriel Agreste: A 3-Part Character Study

Part 2: My Headcanon for the Life and Thoughts of Gabriel

Hello again. In the first part of this series I explained my thought process as to why I bothered writing this collection of mini-essay/short story. If you missed it, feel free to go back and read that here.

Alternatively, if you want to hop ahead to my re-write of Gabriel Agreste in order to make him a legitimate sympathetic villain, you can find that essay here.

Now, before we continue with this psuedo-story, I want to throw in just a quick reminder-disclaimer. Below is my headcanon on Gabriel Agreste's history, and a sort of personality study under the assumption that he's similar to the man I know IRL and discussed briefly in Part 1. By no means is there any canonical evidence of any of this being accurate. Also, while I'm trying to explain Gabe's behavior and reasoning, by no means am I justifying or condoning it. You may continue to love or hate or love to hate or hate to love Gabriel however you please.

Anyway, check below the break to read my little pseudo-narrative short story on my headcanon history of Gabriel's life prior to us meeting him in the “Miraculous Ladybug” series, as well as my headcanon of his defining personality trait which might explain his behavior towards Adrien, Emilie, Nathalie, and The Gorilla.

Gabriel was a lonely kid. He was an only child. His parents loved him and cared for him, but they never really connected with him. He was never really all that expressive. His parents tried multiple things to bond with him over, but he was most comfortable alone in his room doing his own thing.

At university he remained a loner. He still didn't really make many connections with the other students. He was friendly with his roommate, and was willing to hang out with him and his friends, but none of the friends talked to Gabriel without the roommate there, and Gabe never initiated any interactions with the roommate. Instead, he focused on his artwork and his fashion design.

When Gabriel was about 25 his professor and mentor commented that his designs were uninspired and stale, and wondered what happened. Nothing had happened. Gabriel was just bored with life. His flatmate suggested he try going out into the world, outside his comfort zone, and observe people in order to become re-inspired. Despite himself, Gabriel agreed. He ended up going to the local watering hole by himself, and hid in the corner to try to people watch. Not even twenty minutes into this experiment, Gabriel decided it was a stupid plan and hurried out, only to run into Emilie. Literally.

If you want to read more about how I believe their first interaction went down, you can find it here.

It was an awkward and playful courtship. Outgoing, social butterfly, extroverted Emilie did everything in her power to keep Gabriel on the edge of uncomfortable as a way of broadening his horizon. She took him out to parties, social gatherings, and just public in general. She also allowed him his private time, but tended to make him try new foods, or would hide his favorite colored pencils in order to force him to try different art mediums. He soon discovered that he enjoyed the new medium of digital drawing more than colored pencils, even though he would always love the classic method.

Emilie pushed him, but Gabriel loved that about her. Every time he was down on himself she would pick him up. Every time he wanted to hide and hibernate she would pull him outside. Every time he was so engrossed in his work that he would forget to eat she would drag him to the kitchen to try out a new recipe she found.

Not everything was sunshine and roses though. There were some significant spats between them. With his life experiences, he grew to hate humanity, while she gladly embraced it. She picked on him for “not being nice” while he considered her wildly optimistic and naïve. He was gruff and callous, while she was loving, and strong enough to not put up with his crap. It only kept a couple of months before she could call him out with a glance.

She was so good for him, and he knew it. He appreciated it. And he was amazed that she picked him. He never once took her for granted, nor did he forget that she could have chosen anyone. He knew she had other options, and yet he was the one who lucked out enough to have stolen her heart. He didn't understand her love for him, for he never felt such a strong compassion towards him before. Still, he basked in the warm glow from her, and thanked whatever Greater Power That Be that she was with him.

His hatred for humanity as a whole waned slightly, mostly because Emilie kept showing him the positive. Every time he wanted to scoff, scorn, or dismiss someone he pictured Emilie's disappointed look, and it helped him become better. She became his consciousness. She became his empathy. She became his moral compass and compassion. She made him want to be better; to be the kind man she somehow thought he was.

Simply put: she became his everything. Life no longer was worth living without her. She was his sun and moon. She was his earth and sky. She was his smile and reason. And soon she became his wife.

He was nervous about not giving her the life that she deserved. They were still in a crappy little apartment covered in his drawings and fabric samples. However, Emilie got her start acting in an independent film created by an old school friend: Andre Bourgeois. While on set one day, Andre's fiance Audrey visited and noticed an outfit Emilie was wearing; an outfit Gabriel made her as a birthday gift. Audrey loved it and demanded to know the designer. Emilie excitedly called Gabriel down to the set where he met the upcoming fierce fashion critic. She thought he was the most inspired designer she had ever met, and gushed about him in her latest article in a big-name French fashion magazine.

Gabriel quickly became The Next Big Thing. He got a sense of pride knowing that he could finally provide for his amazing wife, and they enjoyed their time together inside their new mansion. Gabe doted on Emilie, treating her as both an equal and a cherished princess.

It was Emilie who convinced Gabriel to hire an assistant, and she was the one who pointed out the impressive resume of Nathalie Sancoeur. Emilie even listened in on the interview, and instantly loved Nathalie's personality. She figured that Nathalie could be just as good for Gabriel in his professional life as Emilie was in his personal. It didn’t take much for Emilie to convince Gabriel to hire the stoic woman.

Life was great. Gabriel could do the work he had always loved doing, and he could provide for his beloved wife while doing so. Nathalie helping with the day-to-day duties meant Gabe had more time for his wife as well, because what would be the point of all this money if he couldn't spend time with the reason for his waking? They were happy.

Then, when they were in their thirties, Emilie became pregnant. Gabriel didn't know how to respond. He remembered his own parents' failed attempt to bond with him, and he could sense that he'd have the same difficulties. He wasn't a people person. But he could tell how excited Emilie was, and she convinced him that he'd fall in love once he held their child. So he prepared for this new chapter of his life along side his wife.

When Emilie had Adrien she experienced a new level of love. Gabriel, however, did not. He loved Adrien. He truly did. He didn't realize he could care for anyone outside of Emilie, but there was this new and fragile life needing him, and he cared. He knew he would protect this precious little bean with all his might, but he also knew that Emilie is still his number one. She took up too much of his heart. Plus, the two of them created Adrien, while Gabriel and Adrien could never recreate Emilie.

Gabriel felt ashamed at thinking so, but he knew that while Emilie wasn’t replaceable, as long as Gabriel had her, Adrien could be replaced. It would hurt. A new child would never be the same, but at least with Emilie there was hope of returning to this family unit. He could always have another child; he could never have another wife, another love like Emilie.

Life changed more than Gabriel was ready for now that he was a father. More importantly, now that Emilie was a mother. She started pulling away from Gabe. Motherhood became her, and she connected with Adrien in a way Gabriel just couldn’t. Despite himself, Gabe became jealous of his own son. His own precious child. He reminded himself that he loved his son, but in the quiet of his mind he couldn't deny that he also missed the days when it was just him and Emilie.

The trio had family game nights that Gabriel half-heartedly participated in. They had movie nights that consisted of Gabriel working on his tablet or phone until Adrien passed out. Then he'd shift his son on the sofa so that he could have the space to snuggle up to his wife. They had family outings together: Emilie watching Adrien's glee; Gabriel watching Emilie's.

Emilie eventually called Gabriel out on the distance between her boys. Just like when they were dating and she pushed Gabriel to interact with people in order to make friends, she now pushed him to put in more effort to bond with their son. He wanted to. He really did. He wanted to laugh and play with Adrien the way that Emilie did. He wanted Adrien to run to him the way the small boy raced to his mother. More importantly, Gabriel wanted to make Emilie proud of him; to prove that he was the great father she envisioned him to be. So Gabriel started teaching Adrien about hard work, about applying himself, and about fashion.

It worked for a while. Emilie even loved the idea of their gorgeous little Adrien being the face of her husband’s brand. It felt like a great honor and show of love. But soon it just became an obligation, and both men feared breaking the one thing that tied them together. So Gabriel and Adrien begrudgingly continued with the photo shoots and ads. They both knew, however, that the only real glue holding them together was Emilie.

Then, about a year ago, something happened. Emilie is gone. Gabriel couldn’t accept never seeing his sunshine, his purpose for life, anymore, and hid her in the basement. He had no clue how to tell Adrien, and after so many months of hiding Emilie, he can't find a way to let his son now without breaking the boy's heart. Gabriel fears that Adrien knows about his father's jealousy, and would blame him for Emilie. Gabe is already overwhelmed with his own guilt at not being able to protect her. He can’t survive Adrien possibly adding to it. Adrien is his only family now; his only tie to Emilie, the only part of her still warm.

And Adrien looks so much like her. He acts like her too. Gabriel never noticed that before, and it pains him. He can't lose Adrien, he wouldn't be able to survive it. But he also can't bear to be with his son. Adrien is too much of a reminder of Emilie: her grace, her love of life and people, her kindness, her beauty, and her intelligence. Adrien is also too much of a reminder of Gabriel's guilt. Guilt in not keeping Emilie safe. Guilt in hiding her from Adrien, hoping his son would understand once she's with them again. Guilt about being jealous of his son's connection to Emilie, and the attention and part of her heart he took from Gabriel. Guilt about becoming a villain; hoping the ends will eventually justify the means.

He has to get Emilie back, though. There is no other option. He can't be a good human being without her; he doesn't know how. He can't feel compassionate towards others; he only feels hatred, and envy that he can no longer have what everyone else does. No one else's pain could be more than his. The world was simply there to keep him from his life's meaning, and he is determined to get the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses in order to change that.

Well... that became a lot longer than I originally planned, but I hope it was an interesting character study. Again, I'm not trying to justify or condone Gabriel's behavior; just trying to explain it. Long and short is that I feel Gabriel is at the very least a sociopath, but may be extreme enough to be deemed a psychopath.

Now, granted, I only took two psych classes in college, so I can’t say for sure, but it FEELS like he’s somewhere on the sociopath spectrum. Especially when compared to this quote: 

"The psychopath is callous, yet charming. He or she will con and manipulate others with charisma and intimidation and can effectively mimic feelings to present as "normal" to society. The psychopath is organized in their criminal thinking and behavior, and can maintain good emotional and physical control, displaying little to no emotional or autonomic arousal, even under situations that most would find threatening or horrifying. The psychopath is keenly aware that what he or she is doing is wrong, but does not care.

"Conversely, the sociopath is less organized in his or her demeanor; he or she might be nervous, easily agitated, and quick to display anger. A sociopath is more likely to spontaneously act out in inappropriate ways without thinking through the consequences. Compared to the psychopath, the sociopath will not be able to move through society committing callous crimes as easily, as they can form attachments and often have 'normal temperaments.' . . ."

The quote is from Kelly McAleer, Psy.D, and I found the quote here.

Anyway, there were two more elements of Gabriel’s history that I wanted to put in the above “story,” but I also feel like they would have felt out of place because they didn't specifically showcase Gabriel:

Hiring The Gorilla: I see this happening when Adrien is still about a toddler or so; about age 6 at the latest. The media and crazed fans start becoming too much, and so Gabriel feels the need to hire a bodyguard. Mostly because Emilie refuses to just have Nathalie pick up groceries and the like. She wanted to still go out and experience their city, and take Adrien with, so the couple compromised that she'd have a bodyguard with her. Over the years, though, The Gorilla falls for his charges in a very familial sense. Emilie is like his little sister, and Adrien like his nephew. He loves them and will do anything for them. This love for Adrien is one of the only reasons why he remained in Gabriel's employ after Emilie went missing, especially with the harassment he receives from his employer.  

Adrien's Isolation: In Origins we find out that Adrien has been home schooled his whole life. In Malediktator we find out that not only did Adrien and Chloe use to play together as young kids, but also that she is the only one his age he has ever interacted with. Presumably, he hung out with Chloe because of the proximity to the Grand Paris in relation to the Agreste mansion, as well as the connection between the two families thanks to Emilie. In Mr. Pigeon however, Chloe had to introduce herself to Gabriel and noted that she was the mayor's daughter, not Audrey's. Granted, this is probably because the writers hadn't figured out the familial connection or who Chloe's mother was yet, but in-universe it could be because Chloe only ever saw Nathalie, The Gorilla, and/or Emilie, and she was used to throwing the “my father is the mayor” weight around. Anyway, my point being that Adrien could have been the face of Gabriel's clothing line since he was a toddler, and so his parents feared having a celebrity child in public schooling. The oddity though, was that Adrien's name was on Mrs. Bustier's class roster, Chloe knew he would be in her class, and Adrien attempted to get to the school that first day – as seen in Origins. I don't know if it's different in France, but in America a guardian has to register you for school, which means someone had to register him for Mrs. Bustier's class. Gabriel clearly didn't want him to go, and Nathalie didn't seem to be the type to sign him up behind Gabriel's back. Because of this, I believe Emilie was still around during the summer break between the school years, and had decided that Adrien was ready to get back out into the world and make more friends. She probably signed him up and let him know, explaining that he'd have Chloe in his class so he wouldn't feel alone. Adrien was probably ecstatic about this, and talked to Chloe about it. Then, when Emilie... well, whatever it is that happened to her... Gabriel panicked. He couldn't chance losing Adrien, and so he changed his mind about the public schooling. The decision wasn't made soon enough to cancel the registration with the school though, which is why he was still expected that first day. Nathalie probably convinced Gabriel to let Adrien go by invoking “it's what Emilie wanted.”

Anyway, as I mentioned in Part 1 of this series, I had come up with an alternative way of writing Gabriel's character. One that would make him legitimately a sympathetic villain. One that won't be abusive towards Adrien, at least, intentionally. One that could actually make the eventual battle between the Agreste men even more heart wrenching. A way to write Gabriel that could have added so much depth to the overall drama and dynamic of the show.

If you would like to see my thoughts on this re-write, I'll see you at Part 3 of this series.

[ihaveanimagine]

You pick the skelebros, please include classic. They find out that their s/o is a writer, and writes amazing stories, full fledged books, but never shows anyone because she thinks they’re shit. She writes mostly romance, and a lot of it is monster x human, and then she also writes fantasy, but usually portrays the humans as the villain, not the monsters. She has one book, that is actually about everything that has happened since they fell into the underground, in extreme detail. Everything.

(I did UT, MT and Gaster!Sans and Papyrus)

Undertale!Sans

Sans found out about your work through Alphys who hadrecently fallen in love with your newest novel involving a “Shape ofWater” vibe and showed it to Sans who instantly recognized the Author’sname. Wanting to reveal he knows of your books in the cheekiest way possible,Sans asks Alphys for the cheesiest romance novel you made, and she hands himthis book called “The Tale of the Underground”.

Sans kinda just snorts at the title, inwardly squealing athow cute the title was and began to read it. He was surprised that this wasBASICALLY your diary dictating your thoughts as you travelled the Undergroundand…ooooohh boy, haha, Sans pulled at the collar on his shirt.

Ho boy was this detailed.

Marking the page, Sans went home and awaited your arrival.The second you walked in the door with a distracted “Hey, Babe!” Sansopened the book and read aloud: “…after sans had licked the red spaghetti sauceoff his teeth, i suddenly had the hugest urge to kiss his teeth until my lipswere numb.“

Silence was the only response he received.

“that offerstill stand, dear?”

Undertale!Papyrus

This sweet cinnamon roll was simply dusting (the dirt kind,not the dead monster kind) the house when he came across an unfinished booksitting on your desk wide open. Papyrus wasn’t one to snoop, he honestly didn’tmean to, but he saw the words “Papyrus” and “Gorgeous” nextto each other and allowed himself to read several one chapter.

Wowie!! Whoever this author is must have VERY good sourcesbecause it sounds like his wonderful S/O wrote this from entirely their persep-OH!! IT WAS!! Papyrus felt a wave of embarrassment and fluster overflow hisemotions. H-HE REALLY SHOULDN’T CONTINUE, BUT…HIS S/O OBVIOUSLY PUT A LOT OFWORK INTO THIS BOOK A-AND HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO GIVE AN ADEQUATE CRITIQUE!!

So he read everything up until the part you stopped writing(which he spent a good 10 minutes mourning over) before rushing back to hischores, waiting for you to get home later tonight.

Once you walked in the door Papyrus scooped you in his arms,twirled you around and planted a big fat kiss to your lips before allowing youto speak.

“Wh-what’s withthe greeting?” You asked, face completely red from blushing, “N-notthat I mind!” Papyrus simply grinned and kissed you again before helpingyou brush off the snow from your clothes.

“OH, NOTHING INPARRICULAR, I JUST WANTED TO HELP OUT MY ADORING SWEETHEART!”

“Aww, that’s awfully sweet of you!”

“WELL OF COURSE!! ALTHOUGH MAY I ASK A QUICK QUESTION?”

“Shoot.”

“HOW EXACTLY AM I A ‘PRECIOUS NOODLEBONES SKELE-BEAN THATCAN MAKE GLOOMY DAYS GO EXTINCT BY SOUNDING LIKE A BABY RATTLE SNAKE WHENEVERMY BONES RATTLE WHEN I’M HAPPY’?”

You just knew thatsentence was going to come back and haunt you….

Mafiatale!Sans (Colt)

He’s supposed to be grabbing a book on “how to wash bloodstains out of white clothes” when he sees your name scrawled across a bookin the “bestseller” section of the bookstore. At first he thinks it’s acoincidence, but then he picks up the book and thumbs through it, when this employee bounces along andasks if he’s interested in the series.

Series???? This should be good. Naturally, he says “yeah, but I dunno where tostart” which allows the employee to gush about how much she loves your work and how it has almost exclusivelyhuman/monster pairings that more often than not revealed the darker side ofhumanity through satirical situations and comedic monster characters.

Colt had to snort a little at that, not that he wasjudging (he was probably the reason you began the monster/human pairingsanyway) but he knew how much you wanted to repeatedly smack the whole ofhumanity with a baseball bat until it gained some sense and hey, the pen ismightier than the sword, right?

So after Colt accidentallybought one of the shorter book series, and a book labelled “Trip Down Under” heleft the store (completely forgetting his original goal) and began devouringthe books whenever you weren’t with him.

Once he got to “Trip Down Under” he nearly had a heart attack.Before this book, he thought your other ones were marvelously written, balancingpure, unadulterated snark with mushy romance (a trait that he was proud toadmit only he was the recipient of irl)but this one was………an extremelydetailed step-by-step walkthrough of your entire trip in the Underground.

Granted, there were different names and places andenvironments used, but this was creepy!!!He specifically remembered having this exactsame conversation with you at 1am about whether or not condiments were anacceptable flavor spice for pet foods that the protag and her romantic interestwere having.

So, what does he do? After his post-mission meeting withDon Asgore ends and he heads home and proceeds to do your normal routine of smothering each otherin relieved affection before placing his hand on your back and the other onyour head, dipping you backwards.

With a feral grin, he leaned in and whispered to you: “Am Iliving up to your expectations as your bone-ified,straight-shooting, suave-talking punster of a soulmate?”

You suddenly regretted every life choice you’ve ever made.

Mafiatale!Papyrus (Sniper)

This guy was most likely gossiping with Bayonet (Undyne)when she offhandedly mentioned this romance novel series she was reading thatwas set in a fantasy world that had a boss fight similar to the one she experienced when you had gone through Waterfall. Shethought it was just a coincidence, after all, the fight became common knowledge after a while but Sniper’s experience taught him nothingwas a coincidence.

So he went and Googled everything he could about thisauthor. 

He found online versions of your books, and read the book that Bayonet said she was reading, and BOY WAS HE SURPRISED. You certainly were detailed in your adventures, but you changed enough facts and names and places so it seemed that every important Family Secret you experienced were all different.

Being the little prankster he was, Sniper wanted to give you a scare. But, in order to do that, he had to pretend he had just heard about your book, and went and Google’d a picture of you.

WOWZA, DOES THIS PERSON LOOK FAMILIAR!!! HEY, S/O! COME LOOK AT THISPERSON!! YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A TWIN!!!

You briefly considered lying to him when you felt embarrassment and a bit of fear well up inside you, but that idea wasquickly erased. “Sniper, darling….that’s….that’s me!”

Sniper looked back and forth between you andyour online picture before turning to you with a flirtatious smile: “OH GOOD, FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT SOMEONE HADSTOLEN MY RECIPE FOR FONDUE! WINK!”

“OH MY GOSH, SNIPER!!!!”

Gaster!Sans (G)

You and G were out on a casual date in the town, arms linked, pulling you close together as you wandered aimlessly, idly chatting abouteverything and anything. Your romantic peace was interrupted by a pair of girlswho spotted you entering the park and ran over to greet you.

They immediately began squealing about your latest bookcalled “Echoes of Home” which set you off into an internal panic, G WASN’TSUPPOSED TO FIND OUT ABOUT THIS BOOK, OH STARS YOU WERE GOING TO DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT!!!

Without any regard for your dwindling dignity, the girlscontinued to fangirl about “Echoes of Home” Going on and on and on about howmuch they fell so hard for the “teeth-grindinglyhot-headed, self-righteous, aloof little jerk of a hunk”.

At one point in the conversation one girl looked over at Gwho had been relatively silent and said with an awe-struck face “Is this him???”She almost screamed with glee. Sensing this was your way out, your shushedloudly and began dragging G away with a quick wink to the girls who giggled andwaved goodbye (you were sure one was about to faint from swooning so hard).

Once you were both out of earshot G threw you a curious look“what was that about?” He asked, your face erupted into color and tried tobrush it off as nothing.

The matter was dropped until you walked past a bookstore with “Echoes of Home”displayed proudly on the window, showcasing the edition of the book with a picture of the main characters in each other’s embrace. “ain’t nuthin, huh?” He asked with anincreasing smirk, you frantically tried to pry G away, but CURSE HIS STRENGTH he was too hard to move!!

“huh, this guy on the cover looks like a weird version ofme. total coincidence, am i right?”

“YEP, ABSOLUTELY, LET’S GO NOW!!”

“ah, darlin’ I’m messing with ya. I’ve known about your bookwriting career for a while.”

“You wHAT!?”

“yeah, your fangirls are rabid.”

Cue an embarrassment-induced faint.

Gaster!Papyrus (Aster)

Aster was out on a grocery runwhen he came across an elderly woman struggling with her bags and decided tohelp her. While he was stuffing the bags inside her car, the old woman hadmentioned that he reminded her of the main protagonist in this book: Tall,suave, drop-dead gorgeous, and the personification of chivalry.

Since there wasn’t aplethora of writers in the Underground, Aster made an inquiry as to who thewriter was, the old woman couldn’t remember for the life of her, but she didgive him the book’s title and recommended he read them as soon as possible.

And so he did.

The book was a romance novel filledwith cheesy fantasies that were definitely made for the hopeless romantics.Scenarios of tall but gentlemanly heroes with a passion for science or artoften guided or encouraged a lost, starry-eyed female to follow her dreams andscrew with the system if it tried to stop her.

After several novels, hefinally read the one the old lady had recommended him, and, oh dear, is that-!!???It is!!!!

This book was a, uh, detailed edition of your travels in theUnderground.

He knows this because he’s the one who taught you thatspecific chemical formula of the carbohydrate strings which would allow foroptimum flavor!!!

And- hey wait, he rememberedthis part!! This was when he took you out on your first official date with him!!He was always so scared he over did it on the pulling out all your chairs,taking your coat, having no physical contact beyond hand holding or arm linkingbut this narrative showed that you-you….oh….didyou really think that?????

Aster felt his face explode incolor and he had to put the book he felt so flustered.

Later, when you came homethat day from a sleepover with Alphys and Undyne, Aster met you at the door likenormal, took your coat, kissed your cheek and asked you how your day was. Onceyou both got the pleasantries out of the way, Pap circled his arms around youand bent down.

“Do I really make you swoonjust by existing, my darling star?”

[mayquita]

Finding The Savior (1/?)

This story came to my mind a while ago, but I decided to focus on my other projects instead. This week, however, my muse had other ideas. I intend to return to this fic at some point but I can't promise anything. Still, maybe it could work like a one-shot?

@saraswans , you’re the best, thank you for everything.

A/N They made us believe that during the time of the dark curse, Cora and Hook remained frozen in the Enchanted Forest. After the Nemo episode, it turned out that it was just time that remained frozen, so I'm going to stuck with this idea.

Summary: Twenty-two years after the cast of the dark curse, Hook is tired of waiting. The moment he finds a way to escape from the Enchanted Forest, he sets a goal, to find The Savior and accelerate the process that will allow him to finally get his long-awaited revenge. Canon Divergence.

Ao3 / Ffnet 

Part 2

(This is unbeta’d so apologize in advance for all the mistakes) 

The Enchanted Forest, twenty-two years after the cast of the dark curse

The sea breeze whipped Killian's face as The Jolly Roger sailed through the water at full speed, the sails of his precious ship dancing to the rhythm marked by the wind. Sailing had always brought him a sense of freedom. Before him, the open sea, endless destinations at his disposal. He would only have to turn the wheel and they would go in search of new and unexplored territories, new adventures, new dangers that, far from intimidating him, would make the adrenaline rush through his veins with expectation.

That feeling of power given by the sea had faded away little by little. The hundreds of years trapped in Neverland had taken its toll, but the last twenty-two years trapped under an imaginary dome at the mercy of a demon disguised as a woman had managed to drain almost every last drop of his patience. Where before he saw an infinite sea now there was only an invisible and impenetrable wall that prevented him from advancing in his desire for revenge.

He was tired of waiting. The idea that his fate depended on the success of an unknown person, The Savior, was not exactly appealing. His stomach clenched in knots in frustration, an uneasiness crept over his body, preventing him from functioning properly.

Maybe for that reason, or maybe because of the overwhelming feeling of having Cora watching all his movements, always hovering around him, like a prey animal ready to jump at the slightest chance of betrayal, he decided to go sailing, hoping against hope, that, this time, he would find something, a magical item, a potion, some sorcerer, anything that would allow him to keep going and not stay stuck in this hell of Enchanted Forest.

To his amazement, his prayers were heard soon, or rather luck decided to finally give him an opportunity. Whatever the reason, he was not going to waste it. At the time he found a magic bean, he knew with complete certainty that his days under this infernal dome were numbered. It was a chance discovery, he would not remember the act as a big feat, but the result was the same. He found the bean hiding in an abandoned chest on the side of the road along with other treasures. Perhaps in another time, he would have gathered all the jewels and gold doubloons that shone in a tempting way. This time, the object that sparkled most was that little bean. The object most desired by him was now in his possession, giving him back the reins of his own destiny.

He had to suppress the urge to open a portal just at that very moment, his hand tingling due to the contact with the bean. Instead, he clenched his jaw as he curled his hand into a fist, trapping the bean inside. He tried to calm his inner anxiety, stopping his impulsiveness and keeping the mind cold. Only then could he achieve his goal. To do this, he needed Cora's help, one last push that would allow him to know all the information he needed to develop the plan that had begun to form in his mind.

This time, when he stood in front of the helm, he did it with a new determination, his steel gaze not losing sight of the horizon, all his muscles tense as his hand and hook grabbed the rudder, the magic bean well hidden in a place that only he knew, his heart thudding in his chest with anticipation.

Two days later, he walked towards Cora's chamber, carrying his passage, the object that would return him to his path of revenge, well hidden, but ready to be used immediately in case of any eventuality. Before entering, Killian took a deep breath and swallowed hard dragging down his inner turmoil.

Once in Cora's presence, he put a false grin on his lips, his features creating a mask of arrogance as he displayed his pirate swagger.

The woman studied him briefly, walking around him while commenting, "to what do I owe the honor? Are you tired of playing with that toy that you call a ship?"

Killian clenched his jaw as he bit his tongue in an attempt not to respond to the insult to his ship. Instead, he decided to bring up his ace up his sleeve. "Maybe the reason for my return is to show you a little discovery."

His nonchalant voice and tight grin seemed to get Cora's attention. She stood right in front of him without stopping her scrutiny, arms crossed over her chest. "And what would that be that might interest me?"

"Maybe there's a way to speed up the process and break the curse ahead of time." He offered, feigning a certain indifference, although his stomach tightened. It was the moment of truth, though he had already decided in advance that, whatever Cora's reaction was, he was going to throw the bloody bean, even though he had to drag her along in the process. He had set himself a challenge and there would be no one who could stop him. Not now, not after having spent years and years waiting for an opportunity like this.

Cora raised an eyebrow as she tilted her head slightly. "I'm listening."

Her penetrating gaze indicated that he had managed to capture her interest. Good. Now he had to maintain the facade only a few minutes more and soon he would be traveling to a new realm. He held her gaze for a while before releasing his proposal while keeping a calm voice. "I'm going to travel to the place where The Savior is and I'll find whoever that person is. I'm going to convince her or him to travel to that place..." He closed his eyes as he raised his hand and waved his fingers as if trying to remember the name of the place.

"Storybrooke?" Cora tentatively offered, her eyebrows went together in a gesture of confusion.

And here it was, just what he needed. A name. His stellar performance had paid off, he thought as he tried to keep his features straight, without showing any emotion. "Thank you, Storybrooke, that's it." He savored the name, knowing in advance that this was the place where the crocodile was hiding. "As I was saying, I can convince The Savior to break the curse, so you'll have your daughter and I'll skin myself a crocodile sooner than expected."

Cora narrowed her eyes, continuing to study him. "You forget that we are frozen in time and that there is no way to travel to another realm." Her condescending tone with a certain hint of malice, made his facade almost wobble. But now that he could almost touch his target with his fingertips, he was not going to lose his temper by being offended by this woman's words.

"Oh, but maybe there is a way." He waved his eyebrows, drawing his fake smile even wider.

"And what would that be?" Her voice became more demanding, even though, she tried to mask it with a false smile that matched his own.

"Why a magic bean, of course."

Cora's eyes widened in surprise. "You got one?"

"Perhaps..."

"Enough playing, Hook." She approached him, invading his personal space. "In case what you are telling me is true and you have, in fact, a magic bean, what makes you think that I would let you go alone?"

"With all due respect, milady, there's no magic to the place I'm going. I think you'll be safer here, while I do the dirty work. You know what I mean..." He winked at her, not letting himself be intimidated in the least.

Cora shook her head as she rolled her eyes up at the ceiling. "And why have not you left already? You don't need me, apparently."

He shrugged, showing indifference, though impatience began to grow inside him. Every second he spent talking to her was a lost second in his search. "I needed a name to direct The Savior, and you just gave it to me."

"You're playing with fire, pirate. You're not aware of the dangers out there." Her threatening tone continued, but a shadow of approval crossed her eyes. She had nothing to lose, after all. He was offering her the possibility of achieving her goal with little effort.

"I'm a survivor, I have lived worse, I assure you."

Then, Killian pulled the bean from its hiding place, but kept it out of Cora's reach, protecting it against a possible change of mind.

"You better focus on your mission, no distractions, otherwise I will find a way to get to you and make you regret your crazy proposal." She mumbled raising a threatening finger.

"Of course milady. Do you want me to say a word to your daughter from your part when I first see her?" His entire body trembled with anticipation, though he forced himself not to lose his composure. Not yet.

"It's not necessary." She rejected his suggestion with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I will be there at the same moment when the curse is broken." Her lips twisted into an evil smile. "And now hurry up, before I change my mind."

Without thinking twice, Killian tossed the bean onto the floor and a vortex opened instantly before them. Before letting himself be sucked into the portal, he gave Cora one last triumphant smile as he winked at her. If everything went well, he would not have to worry anymore about that demon. Then he jumped into the void while holding his breath.

He felt the suction instantly. While his whole body contorted and his sight was blinded by the intensity of the movement, his mind did not lose the marked objective. He muttered frantically “Find The Savior, find The Savior ”.

After a few seconds that seemed eternal he fell to the ground with a thud while the portal, and with it, his return passage, disappeared before his eyes. He barely had time to kneel and look around in an attempt to inspect the surroundings, when his eyes detected a giant contraption approaching him at full speed. The last thing he saw before being rolled over, was a yellow monstrosity that hit him brutally. Then everything went blank.

Boston, six years later

When Emma woke up, the morning had already announced its beginning through the rays of sunlight that filtered through the window of her bedroom. After cracking up one of her eyes, she closed it again, snuggling under the shelter of her sheets, feeling a soft warmth spread all over her body. As she was about to succumb to sleep again, a thought crossed her mind causing her to sit up with a start as her lips curled into a wide grin.

She turned her head, checking that her husband was still asleep. Maybe she should be the one receiving that kind of attention, but she didn’t hesitate to sit astride him carefully so as not to wake him up too soon. She had other plans for it that included a more pleasurable way.

She stared at his features for a moment, his long lashes stroking his cheeks, his lips parted slightly letting out a faint snore. He seemed so young in those moments, with no trace of worry, only an expression of perfect calm.  

A thought flashed through her mind, her memories traveling to those first months of their relationship, when he used to wake up in terror, drenched in sweat while mumbling nonsense after suffering one of his usual nightmares. To her relief, as their relationship settled, his nightmares became more and more sporadic to the point of disappearing almost completely.

Emma shook her head slightly, causing those thoughts to disappear and instead focused again on her goal. She leaned over him, brushing her lips against his ear as she whispered, "happy birthday to me."

Then she straightened her back, her gaze searching expectantly for his reaction. His eyes remained closed, but his lips drew a soft smile before murmuring, "indeed, happy birthday, my love."

Slightly disappointed at not being able to see his intense blue eyes yet, she insisted, tracing a path of kisses down the line of his jaw while her fingers drew delicate patterns on his bare torso. "Uhm, since today is my special day, should not I be the one receiving some unique treatment?"

Her husband chuckled softly, "let a man recover from the intense activity of the night. Or perhaps my lady was not entirely satisfied?"

Her cheeks flushed at the thought of such activities, while she still felt slightly sore in the right places. She bit her lower lip, ready to continue playing for a while longer. "I thought it was a foretaste of what was to come," she breathed on his skin, her lips a few inches from his.

"You're insatiable, woman." A low rumble escaped his lips as he opened his eyes finally, giving her that predatory look she loved so much. She could not resist it anymore, crushing her lips against his in a searing kiss.

Their moment of passion was short-lived, though. Just as their tongues began to dance together, a sound from the other side of the aisle interrupted them, breaking the spell.

"Mama? Papa?"

They both groaned in annoyance. Although their four-year-old daughter's voice still carried traces of sleep, Emma knew from previous experience that if they did not heed her call, Lizzy would run fast in search of her parents.

"It's my special day…" She mumbled against his lips as a reminder.

Her husband made a sound of disappointment as his hand squeezed his eyes. After letting out a deep sigh, he released himself from her embrace and stood up. Emma relished in the vision of his perfect naked body while he searched for his clothes scattered on the floor of their bedroom.

Before opening the door, he gave her a sparkling look full of promises, making her whole body vibrate in anticipation. "This is not over, Emma."

"I don’t doubt it for a moment, Killian."

When he disappeared in the direction of Lizzy's bedroom, she leaned back against her pillow, a contented smile remained on her lips. She had a feeling, something told her that today, the day she turned twenty-eight, would be a special and perhaps unforgettable day.

Thanks for reading :)

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Seventeen (Hyung Line) Reacting to You Confessing to Them.

Admin Hui: oof. i’m tired. here’s this reaction. day 5/25 part 1/2. yo.

S.Coups: As you confessed to him, he would tilt his head in concentration, amusement in his eyes as he held the roses you picked just for him. He would listen intently, and always kept a smile as his expression, even when you cutely stumbled over your words. Once you finished, he felt the need to gather you in his arms, and sweetly accept you.

“Wow.. of course I’ll be with you~”

Jeonghan: He would be able to tell that you were anxious; it clearly took you a lot of planning to do this. He, like S.Coups, watched on with amusement, almost giddy that someone like you had feelings for him. He even laughed as you did when you were jumbled up your words together. As you handed him your small gifts of a plushie and a boxed slice of cake, he would feel it was necessary to interrupt you.. With a kiss~.  “You think I’m a.. pfft, a bovely loy?”

Joshua: If anything, this precious bean would be more nervous than you would be. During the process of you asking him to talk, he was worried that something had happened. Once he figured out your intention, he became a blushing ball of mush. Nonetheless, he’d bashfully accepted your feelings, and ultimately proved his.

“I.. I felt the same waay!”

Jun: You likely wouldn't have been the only girl to confess to him, but, he would feel that you were.. Different. Instead of simply shutting you down, he chose to listen to your shaky confession. You would bring up the fact that.. Perhaps love exists. And so, he figured that you were going to be worth every second of his time.

“You.. you’re mine now~”

Hoshi: Considering he was always comfortable with you, he would've guessed that you were just going to tell him something else. However, he found himself to be a bit speechless as you said the words, "Soonyoung-ah.. I think I like you." His facial expression would change instantly, though, into a cute grin. Glad he was the person you liked, he'd make sure you felt the same warmth as him.

“My little dongsaeng likes me? I don’t think I’ve been this honored before.”

Wonwoo: Like Joshua, he would probably be flustered by your confession. He was already shying away before you finished, but as you were beginning to tremble out of dread of being rejected, it suddenly clicked that maybe, just maybe, he would decide to give you a chance. After you thanked him in a strong hug, his face began to lift into a bright grin. 

“M-me? Well.. I’m relieved you told me.. Come here~”

Woozi: He would be in a bad mood, assholes schoolmates pissing him off by "accidentally" stepping on his lyric sheets in his notebook that he had been working on for quite some time. When he heard gentle, unsure singing, he would decide to check in, the voice bewitching him. When he made eye contact with you, he knew, in that moment, it was for him. In that moment, his eyes lifted and his mood did a whole 180. Thanks to your cute confession, he didn’t mind what happened to his notebook.

“You.. how dare you make me so happy when I was so mad? ~”