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Detectives for a Day

Harry Potter x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

Summary: It’s Career’s Day at school, and you and Harry are tasked with interviewing James and Sirius about their work as Aurors.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, (please let me know if I have missed any)

Authors Note: Hey guys! How have you all been? Sorry, I haven't posted in a while; and most likely, won't post again for another couple of weeks. I hope you all enjoy this oneshot; sorry it's a bit long - honestly, I think my oneshots keep getting longer and longer... oh well. Thanks for reading!!

Word Count: 9,562

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The classroom hums with the faint rustling of paper and low whispers. Sunlight streams through the windows, painting streaks of gold on the tiled floor as the final lesson of the day nears its end. You’re seated beside Harry, your desk cluttered with doodled-on scraps of paper and a pencil teetering on the edge. Outside, the sun hangs low, casting a warm afternoon glow.

At the front of the room, Ms. Carter claps her hands to gather everyone’s attention. “All right, class, settle down! I’ve got something exciting to announce,” she says, her bright smile matching the colorful floral dress she wears. She picks up a piece of chalk and writes Career Day on the board in bold, swooping letters.

Harry leans toward you, muttering, “Bet it’s another boring writing assignment.”

You elbow him playfully. “What if it’s not? What if it’s actually fun?”

Ms. Carter’s voice lifts above the quiet murmurs. “Your next assignment will be a little different. Next week, you’ll visit one of your parents at their workplace to see what they do. Then, you’ll write a presentation about it to share with the class!”

The room buzzes with excitement as kids chatter among themselves.

“Does it have to be both parents?” someone asks.

“What if my dad works far away?” another chimes in.

Ms. Carter raises her hands for silence. “It can be one parent or guardian. I’ll send home letters with all the details today. Be sure to give them to your parents!”

You glance at Harry, who’s practically vibrating with excitement. “We have to go to our dads’ work,” he whispers, his green eyes wide.

“Obviously,” you whisper back. Images of bustling hallways filled with wizards, magical gadgets, and secret missions flash in your mind.

“I bet they’ll show us all the cool Auror stuff,” Harry says, his grin widening. “Maybe they’ll even let us help!”

You giggle at the thought of solving cases like detectives in a storybook. “We’d be the best Aurors ever,” you say, eyes sparkling.

When the bell finally rings, the classroom erupts into motion. You and Harry grab your bags, clutching your Career Day forms, and dart out of the classroom, weaving through the crowded hallways.

The crisp afternoon air greets you as you step outside. The schoolyard is alive with laughter and chatter, the sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Just ahead, you spot Lily and Remus waiting near the gate, Lily’s red hair glowing in the sunlight.

“There they are!” Harry exclaims, tugging you along.

You both dash over, skidding to a stop in front of them.

“There’s my boy,” Lily says warmly, wrapping Harry in a hug. She turns to you with a smile. “And our star student. How was school, you two?”

“Good!” You and Harry say in unison as the four of you begin walking home.

“So, what did you get up to today?” Lily asks, her tone light.

Harry eagerly recounts how Ms. Carter read a funny story during morning lessons, and you chime in about the science experiment after lunch. Both adults listen with amused expressions as you and Harry try to outdo each other with details.

“And then Ms. Carter told us about our new assignment!” you add, your excitement spilling over.

“Oh?” Remus asks, his brow lifting. “What’s the assignment?”

“It’s Career Day!” Harry says with a wide grin. “We get to go to one of our parents’ jobs and write about it. Then we’ll present it to the class!”

You pull the crumpled form from your pocket and hand it to Remus. “Here, Dad. Ms. Carter said you have to sign it.”

Remus scans the paper, his expression growing thoughtful. You’re too busy talking to notice.

“It’s such a cool idea! I can’t wait to go to Daddy’s work! I bet it’s full of Auror gadgets and secret cases!”

“Detective gadgets,” Lily echoes with a wink, keeping the moment light.

“Right, detective gadgets!” you say, grinning.

“It’ll be awesome,” Harry adds. “I’ll get to see how my dad solves mysteries!”

Lily laughs. “I’m glad you’re both excited. And I think it’ll be great for you to go with your dad, Harry.”

Remus’s voice is quieter, more measured. “I’m… not so sure about this.”

You slow your steps, frowning. “Why not? If Harry gets to go, then I should too!”

“It’s not that simple,” Remus says, his tone cautious. “Your daddy’s job can be… complicated. I’m not sure it’s the best place for you to visit.”

“That’s not fair!” you protest, your voice rising. “I want to see what he does! I promise I’ll be careful!”

Remus’s hesitation lingers, but Lily steps in, her tone soothing. “You’ll both have to be careful about what you say during your presentations. We can’t exactly tell your classmates what your dads really do.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asks, his brow furrowing.

“Well,” Lily explains, “we’ll need to come up with something muggle-friendly to say. Something simpler.” She smiles at you both. “Remus and I will help you write it so it’s just right.”

Harry shrugs. “That’s fine. We’ll just call them detectives. That’s basically what they are, right?”

“Exactly,” Lily says, laughing softly.

You glance at Remus, still uneasy but keeping quiet. Harry nudges you with a grin. “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “It’s going to be amazing. You’ll see.”

Despite your dad’s reluctance, you let yourself imagine the thrill of visiting the Auror Office, your excitement bubbling back up as you envision the adventure ahead.

The evening sun dips below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the kitchen. Shadows stretch lazily along the walls, softened by the warmth of the overhead light. You sit at the kitchen table, pencil tapping against your notebook as you work on your assignment. The smell of herbs and spices drifts through the room, and your stomach growls, urging you to ask if dinner is almost ready.

Instead, you swing your legs under the chair, barely able to sit still. Your attention wavers between the words scrawled across the page and the front door, your eyes darting to it every few minutes.

At the stove, Remus is a picture of calm. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing faint scars on his forearms as he stirs a pot with practiced ease. A wooden spoon clinks softly against the side of the pot, and steam curls into the air. He hums quietly, a tune you’ve heard a dozen times but can’t quite name. The sound wraps around you like a cozy blanket, soothing in its familiarity.

"When’s daddy getting home?" you ask suddenly, your voice cutting through the quiet.

Remus glances at you out of the corner of his eye, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Soon. You’ll know the second he walks through the door because you always tackle him before he even has a chance to say hello."

You grin, not denying it. "I just miss him when he’s gone."

"Mm-hmm," Remus hums, his tone laced with amusement. "Now focus on your assignment before dinner gets cold."

You groan dramatically, slumping over your notebook. "This assignment is boring."

"What’s it about again?" Remus asks, even though you know he already remembers.

"Career Day," you reply with a sigh, twirling your pencil between your fingers. "I get to write about what I want to do when I grow up, and I get to go to Papa’s work and see what it’s like."

Remus pauses for the briefest of moments, the wooden spoon hovering over the pot. "That’s quite the assignment," he says carefully, resuming his stirring.

"Yeah! I’m going to write all about how daddy is the coolest," you declare proudly, your eyes lighting up at the thought.

Remus chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I’m sure your teacher will be impressed."

The faint creak of the front door interrupts the moment, and before Remus can even turn, you’re out of your chair. Your notebook lies forgotten on the table as your chair scrapes loudly against the floor.

"Daddy!" you shout, your voice echoing through the house.

Sirius barely manages to push the door closed before you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding on tightly. He stumbles slightly, caught off guard, but quickly recovers with a laugh.

"Missed me, did you?" he teases, ruffling your hair with one hand while his other sets his bag down by the door.

"So much!" you exclaim, tilting your head back to look up at him. "You got home safe!"

"I always do, love," he says warmly, crouching down so he’s eye-level with you. "Did you behave for your dad while I was gone?"

"Mostly," you answer with a cheeky grin, making Sirius laugh.

"All right, all right," Remus’s voice calls from the kitchen, cutting through the moment. "Let your daddy breathe. Go wash your hands—dinner’s ready."

You pout but do as you’re told, darting down the hallway toward the bathroom. Sirius watches you go, shaking his head fondly before heading into the kitchen.

"Smells amazing in here," he says, stepping behind Remus and slipping his arms around his waist.

"Don’t distract me," Remus says lightly, though the corners of his mouth twitch upward as he leans into the embrace for a moment.

"How was your day?" Sirius asks, pressing a kiss to Remus’s cheek before letting him go.

"Quiet," Remus replies, plating up the food. "She’s been excited about this Career Day assignment all afternoon."

"Ah," Sirius says knowingly. "She’s been asking about coming to work with me for weeks now."

Remus stiffens slightly, but before he can respond, you bound back into the room, your hands still damp from washing.

"I’m ready!" you announce, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"Then sit down," Remus says, gesturing to the table. "Dinner’s served."

You slide into your chair, Sirius taking the seat beside you as Remus sets the plates down. The clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversation soon fills the room.

"So, how was school today?" Sirius asks, glancing at you as he spears a bite of food.

"It was good!" you say around a mouthful of mashed potatoes, earning a raised eyebrow from Remus, who gestures for you to swallow first. "Guess what, daddy? For Career Day, I get to come to your work with you! Isn’t that the coolest?"

Sirius’s face lights up, his grin matching your excitement. "That sounds awesome, kiddo! You’re going to love it."

"I know! I want to see all the gadgets and the cool cases you solve—"

"Hold on," Remus interrupts gently, setting his fork down. His expression is calm, but there’s a slight edge to his voice. "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves."

You frown, your excitement faltering. "What do you mean? Daddy said it’s cool."

"It’s not that simple," Remus explains, his tone measured. "Your daddy’s job isn’t always… safe. I’m not sure it’s the best idea for you to go."

"But I’ll be with him the whole time!" you argue, your voice rising slightly as you turn to Sirius for support.

"We’ll talk about it later," Sirius says firmly, though his tone remains calm. He meets Remus’s gaze, something unspoken passing between them.

"After dinner," Remus agrees, though his voice is tight.

You slump back in your chair, your appetite dampened by the nervous flutter in your chest. The conversation shifts to lighter topics, but the tension lingers, a quiet undercurrent beneath the surface.

Later that night, you lie in bed staring at the ceiling, your thoughts racing. The house is still, but the faint sound of voices from down the hall draws your attention. They’re not loud, but there’s a sharpness in their tone that cuts through the quiet.

Curiosity and unease gnaw at you. Pushing the covers aside, you slip out of bed, your feet making barely a sound on the floor as you pad toward your parents’ room. The door is mostly shut, but the murmur of voices leaks through the crack, too muffled to catch every word but clear enough to feel the tension.

"You can’t just promise her things like that," Remus’s voice rises slightly, sharper than you’re used to hearing from him.

"She’s my daughter too," Sirius shoots back, his tone defensive. "And she’s excited about this. I don’t see the harm in letting her see what I do."

"The harm," Remus bites out, "is that your job is dangerous, Sirius. You know that better than anyone. How many times have you come home bruised or worse?"

"It’s not like I’m taking her on a mission," Sirius argues, frustration thick in his voice. "She’d be in the office. Just the office. She’d be safe—there’d be dozens of people around to make sure of that!"

"Safe?" Remus repeats, incredulous. "You think that’s the only concern? It’s not just about safety—it’s about what this teaches her. She already worships the ground you walk on, Sirius. What happens when she sees all the flashy parts of your job and none of the cost? What if she thinks this is what she wants to do one day?"

There’s a heavy pause, and you lean closer, your heart hammering in your chest.

"And what’s wrong with that?" Sirius’s voice drops, quieter now, but there’s a hard edge to it. "You don’t want her to see my work because you’re afraid she might admire it? Admire me?"

"Don’t twist my words," Remus snaps, his own voice losing some of its usual calm. "Of course she admires you. I just don’t want her idolizing a version of you that isn’t real. Your work isn’t just gadgets and clever plans, Sirius. It’s late nights, danger, and—you know it—it’s loss. I don’t want her thinking it’s all some kind of… adventure."

"She’s not a baby, Remus," Sirius counters. "She’s curious. She’s smart. If we explain things to her—really explain them—she’ll understand. She’ll see the whole picture."

"You think she’s ready for that picture?" Remus asks, his voice dropping again but no less intense. "She’s a child, Sirius. A child. Do you really think she can grasp what it is you do?"

"Maybe she can’t," Sirius admits, his tone softening. "But maybe it’s better she hears it from us than makes up her own version in her head. She’ll see the truth eventually, one way or another."

"Not if I can help it," Remus says, and there’s something steely in his voice now.

The room falls silent for a moment, the kind of silence that feels heavy, crackling with unspoken words.

"You always make everything so black and white," Sirius finally says, his voice quieter but tinged with frustration. "It doesn’t have to be all or nothing. We can let her in a little, on our terms, without putting her in harm’s way."

"And what happens if she wants more?" Remus counters. "What happens when a ‘little’ isn’t enough?"

"Then we handle it," Sirius says simply. "Together. Like we always do."

The silence returns, but this time it’s different. Not heavy, exactly, but not settled either.

You step back from the door, your chest tight. Their words swirl in your head as you retreat to your room, slipping under the covers as quietly as you left them. The voices fade as you burrow into your pillow, but the weight of their argument stays with you.

You’d wanted to see daddy’s work so badly, but now… you’re not sure what to think. The excitement that had filled you earlier feels tangled now, knotted up with confusion and guilt. You want to be proud of him, to see the world he steps into every day. But if it causes this much tension, is it really worth it?

Sleep doesn’t come easily that night, the echoes of your parents’ voices lingering in the back of your mind.

The sound of laughter fills the Potter’s living room as you and Harry construct your fort. It’s a chaotic mess of cushions, blankets, and chairs teetering dangerously, but to you and Harry, it’s nothing short of a masterpiece.

"We need one more chair for this side," Harry says, pointing to a sagging corner of the fort.

"I’ll grab it!" you say, scurrying off to find another chair.

When you return and the fort finally stays upright, you and Harry cheer loudly, your voices echoing through the house. You both duck inside, settling into the small space with triumphant grins.

As you sit cross-legged, Harry glances at you. "So, did your dad ever say if you can go to Career Day with your daddy?"

You frown, picking at a loose thread on one of the blankets. "Not yet. He’s… he’s worried about it."

Harry tilts his head, his green eyes curious. "Why’s he worried?"

You sigh, leaning back against the makeshift wall of the fort. "He says Daddy’s work is dangerous, and he doesn’t want me to think it’s all fun and exciting. He thinks I might get the wrong idea or something."

Harry nods slowly, considering this. "I mean, your dad’s kind of got a point. What your daddy does… it can be dangerous, right? He deals with bad people and stuff."

"Yeah, but I wouldn’t be doing any of that," you protest. "I’d just be in his office, meeting the people he works with. I wouldn’t be in danger."

"I get that," Harry says, his voice calm and thoughtful. "But I also get why your dad’s worried. He just doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you. Being scared for you—it’s kind of normal, isn’t it?"

You look at him, your brow furrowed. "You think so?"

"Yeah," Harry says with a shrug. "I mean, if my mum or dad thought something might hurt me, they’d be worried too. It doesn’t mean they don’t trust me or think I can handle it—they just care about me."

You’re quiet for a moment, his words sinking in. "I guess I hadn’t thought about it like that."

Harry grins. "Your dad’s just trying to keep you safe. It doesn’t mean he won’t change his mind if he sees how much this means to you."

"Maybe," you murmur, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Thanks, Harry."

"Anytime," he says, nudging your shoulder. "Now, are we making a second floor for this fort or what?"

You laugh, diving back into your plans, but his words stick with you, making you feel a little better.

From the kitchen, the hum of voices drifts through the house. Lily and your dad sit at the table, mugs of tea in hand.

"I just… I don’t know, Lily," Remus says, his fingers tracing the rim of his mug. "She’s so young. I don’t want her to think Sirius’s work is all fun and excitement. It’s not like that, and it’s not what I want for her."

Lily leans forward, her voice gentle but firm. "I understand where you’re coming from, Remus. You want to protect her. That’s what parents do. But you can’t shield her from everything forever. She’s curious—about Sirius, about his work—and that’s not a bad thing."

Remus sighs, his shoulders slumping. "I just… I’m worried about the example it sets. She already sees him as larger than life. What if this just adds to that? What if it gives her ideas—dangerous ones?"

Lily reaches across the table, placing a hand over his. "That’s where you come in. You and Sirius both. She doesn’t just look up to him, Remus—she looks up to you, too. You’re her balance. You can help her see the whole picture, the reality of it. It’s not about hiding it from her; it’s about helping her understand."

Remus is quiet for a moment, his fingers drumming softly against the table. "And what if I say yes, and she doesn’t understand? What if it’s too much?"

"Then you’ll talk to her," Lily says simply. "Like you always do. She’s smart, Remus, and she trusts you. You’ll know how to handle it. You always do."

A loud crash from the living room pulls their attention, and Lily stands to peek around the corner. "You two all right in there?"

"Everything’s fine!" Harry shouts, his voice muffled.

"We meant to do that!" you add, giggling.

Lily shakes her head, amused, and returns to her seat. Remus exhales a quiet laugh, some of the tension in his posture easing.

When it’s time to head home, you and your dad linger at the Potter’s kitchen table for a moment. He clears his throat, looking a little unsure. "Hey, kiddo. Sit down for a second. Let’s talk."

You slide into a chair, glancing at him curiously.

"I’ve been thinking," he starts, folding his hands on the table. "About Career Day. And I’ve decided you can go with your daddy to his work."

Your eyes widen, excitement bubbling to the surface. "Really?!"

"Really," he says with a small smile. "But there are going to be some ground rules."

"Okay," you say eagerly, sitting up straighter.

"First," he says, holding up a finger, "you stay with your daddy at all times. No wandering off, no matter how curious you get."

"Got it," you say, nodding earnestly.

"Second," he continues, "you listen to what he and his coworkers tell you. If they say something’s off-limits, you respect that."

"Of course!"

"And third," he says, his voice softening, "we’ll talk about what you see afterward. I want to make sure you understand everything, okay?"

You nod quickly, a grin spreading across your face. "Okay, Dad. I promise."

Before he can say anything else, you throw your arms around him in an impromptu hug. "You’re awesome! You’re the best dad ever!"

"Hold on—"

"Nope," you cut him off, squeezing him tighter. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much, Dad."

He chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around you. "I love you too, kiddo. Just remember, this is a big responsibility, okay?"

"I will!" you say brightly, pulling back just enough to beam up at him.

For a moment, the worry in his eyes softens, replaced by something warm and fond. He ruffles your hair gently before letting you climb into the car, a small smile tugging at his lips.

As the car pulls out of the driveway, you lean back in your seat, already imagining all the cool things you’re going to see at your daddy’s work. Remus glances at you in the rearview mirror, shaking his head with a small, affectionate smile.

He still has his concerns, but for now, he’s content just seeing you happy.

You pull your coat on, excitement bubbling under your skin as you hop around the living room, searching for your shoes. Sirius is already waiting by the door, arms crossed and a smirk on his face as he watches you dart from place to place.

“Shoes, Darling,” he reminds, tapping his foot.

“I know!” you call, your voice muffled as you check under the couch cushions.

Remus steps into the room, holding the shoes you’d abandoned by the kitchen door. “Looking for these?”

You beam up at him, sliding them on as fast as possible. “Thanks, Dad!”

Remus folds his arms and gives you a look—a mix of fondness and the usual sternness that comes when he’s trying to make a point. “Before you leave, young lady, a few things.”

You groan theatrically. “Dad…”

“I’m serious,” he says, though the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s holding back a smile. “I want you to behave yourself. No wandering off, no pushing your daddy to do anything reckless, and you listen to him. Understood?”

“Yes, Dad,” you promise, though the sparkle in your eyes suggests you’re already scheming.

Remus crouches down to your height, his hands resting on your shoulders. “I mean it. Daddy might make it look like fun and games, but what you’re seeing is serious work. Stay close and pay attention.”

You nod, seeing the worry etched in his eyes. “I’ll be good. Promise.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead before standing. “I’ll hold you to that. Sirius—”

Sirius raises a hand in mock solemnity. “Scout’s honor, Moony. I’ll keep her safe and out of trouble.”

“Hmm,” Remus says, clearly unconvinced. “She’s a lot like you, so good luck with that.”

With a grin and a wave, you head out the door with Sirius, who claps a hand on your shoulder as you walk down the path.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Sirius begins, picking up where Remus left off. “Your dad’s right, you know. Listening to me isn’t just for show—it’s about staying safe. The Ministry’s no joke, especially for people like us.”

“People like us?” you ask, glancing up at him curiously.

Sirius nods, his usual mischievous air dimming slightly. “Yeah. People who don’t quite fit their mold. Things can get dicey if we’re not careful. That’s why you stick with me and don’t go wandering off. Got it?”

“Got it,” you say, your voice quieter as you take his words to heart.

Before long, the two of you arrive at the prearranged meeting spot, where James and Harry are already waiting. James grins as he sees you approach, his glasses glinting in the morning light.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” James teases, ruffling Harry’s hair. “Alright, you two—got all your questions ready? This is your chance to grill us about the glamorous world of the Ministry.”

Harry glances at you, his expression a mix of excitement and nerves. “I think so…”

“Good,” Sirius says, pulling something from his pocket with a flourish. “Because if you forget any, I’ve got this.”

You blink at the tape recorder in his hand. “What’s that?”

“State-of-the-art Muggle technology,” Sirius replies proudly. “It’ll record every word for you. So no excuses if you miss something!”

James laughs, shaking his head. “Of course, you’d have a tape recorder, Pads.”

“Preparedness, Prongs,” Sirius says, winking at you.

The four of you set off toward the Ministry’s visitor entrance, the air buzzing with anticipation.

When you reach the unassuming red telephone box nestled in a quiet corner, Harry frowns, tilting his head. “Why are we taking the visitor entrance?”

James exchanges a look with Sirius, who grins. “Because, kiddo, you’re not employees. And last I checked, you’re not adults yet, either.”

James nods. “Visitor entrance is standard for anyone not on the payroll. Don’t worry—it’s all part of the experience.”

“Experience,” Sirius repeats, gesturing grandly at the phone box. “Now, step inside, and let the magic begin!”

Harry shoots you a look, part confusion and part amusement, as you both step into the cramped space. The adventure is officially underway.

The telephone box hums to life as James picks up the receiver, dialing an odd sequence of numbers. A calm, professional voice fills the cramped space.

“Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business.”

“James Potter, Auror,” James replies. “Accompanied by Sirius Black, also an Auror, and two visitors for educational purposes.”

The floor beneath your feet lurches, and the telephone box begins to descend. Harry grips the side, his eyes widening as you flash him a reassuring grin.

The lift comes to a halt, and the doors swing open to reveal the vast, bustling atrium of the Ministry of Magic. The ceiling is enchanted to shimmer like a twilight sky, its deep navy hues flecked with golden constellations. Ornate fireplaces line the walls, wizards and witches stepping in and out of them in bursts of green flames. In the center of the atrium, a golden fountain stands proudly, its statues of magical beings sparkling as water cascades around them.

“Wow,” Harry breathes, craning his neck to take it all in.

You nod in agreement, your awe mirrored on his face. The space hums with energy—heels clicking against polished floors, the soft buzz of magical correspondence zipping overhead, and the murmur of voices as Ministry workers dart to and fro.

Sirius places a hand on your shoulder to guide you forward. “Keep up, darling. Plenty more to see.”

James leads the way to a smaller set of lifts, pressing the button for Level Two. “Department of Magical Law Enforcement,” he announces as the doors close. “Home sweet home.”

The lift halts with a ding, and you step into a hallway lined with doors, bustling with witches and wizards in deep blue robes. The Auror Office is just ahead, its glass doors etched with the department's crest.

Inside, the office is lively but chaotic—desks crammed with parchment, enchanted maps hovering mid-air, and memos zooming past like tiny paper birds. Wizards and witches are deep in conversation or examining strange artifacts under magnifying glasses.

Sirius waves his wand at a cluttered desk in the corner, clearing off a stack of case files. “Welcome to the Auror Office. That one’s mine.”

James points to the desk beside it, which is equally disheveled. “And that disaster zone is mine.”

“Your desks look... busy,” Harry says diplomatically, earning a bark of laughter from Sirius.

“Busy is an understatement,” Sirius replies, plopping into his chair. “Organized chaos, I call it.”

Before you can comment, James gestures to a large enchanted map pinned on one wall, glowing with various colored dots. "This," he explains, "is our main tracking map. Those dots represent different magical signatures—dark wizards, strange magical surges, and even certain enchanted objects. It helps us keep an eye on trouble spots."

“Does it show everything happening in the wizarding world?” Harry asks, leaning closer to inspect it.

James shakes his head. “Not everything. It’s enchanted to highlight only specific threats we’re monitoring. Each color represents something different. For example—” He points to a red dot hovering over a city. “This one marks a dark object in transit. The system flagged it because it hasn’t been cleared by the Department of Magical Artifacts.”

“Cool,” Harry murmurs, scribbling notes in his notebook.

Sirius nudges you gently. “See, sweetie? I told you we do more than just chase bad guys.”

Frank Longbottom appears at his desk nearby, his friendly demeanour catching your eye as he waves. “Speaking of bad guys, don’t forget about the paperwork. Dark wizards don’t file their own incident reports.”

You giggle softly, earning a smile from Frank before he gestures to a stack of parchment on his desk. “That right there is my ongoing case log. It’s a mix of surveillance notes, suspect interviews, and evidence cataloging.” He grins. “Not as glamorous as it sounds, but it’s part of the job.”

“What’s the hardest part of being an Auror?” you ask softly, feeling brave enough to interject.

Sirius leans back in his chair, his expression softening. “Sometimes it’s seeing the aftermath of what dark wizards do. It’s not always easy to walk away from a case unscathed.”

James nods solemnly. “And balancing it with family. It’s not the kind of job where you can just clock out at the end of the day.”

Frank raises his hand dramatically. “For me, it’s the paperwork. Merlin, I didn’t sign up to be a scribe.”

Moody, who has been silently observing from a nearby desk, snorts. “Paperwork’s the least of your problems. The hardest part is staying alive long enough to retire. Constant vigilance—that’s the name of the game.”

Harry looks at you, raising his eyebrows at the stark difference in answers.

James quickly changes the tone, gesturing toward a set of magical artifacts on another table. “These are confiscated items,” he says. “Mostly dark objects or cursed items that were used in illegal activity. Each one has to be cataloged and analyzed before we can decide what to do with it.”

Sirius points to a sinister-looking locket encased in a glass box. “That one’s got a nasty curse on it. Took us weeks to figure out how to contain it without setting it off.”

Harry leans closer to inspect it, his curiosity shining through. “What kind of curse?”

“Blood magic,” Sirius replies, his tone serious. “Very old, very dark. It’s dormant now, but you don’t want to be anywhere near it if it wakes up.”

You shudder at the thought, clutching your notebook tighter.

The group moves on to another section of the office, where a wall of moving photographs catches your attention. James stops to point them out. “These are some of the most wanted wizards we’ve ever dealt with. Each one of these cases took months—sometimes years—to resolve.”

“Not all of them are resolved,” Moody growls, his magical eye flicking to a blank space on the wall. “Some are still out there.”

Sirius pats you on the shoulder, sensing your unease. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. They’d have to get through us first.”

Your dad’s words soothe you, but only a little. Your eyes drift back to the board, taking in the grim collection of faces. Each one seems to have its own haunting presence, staring back at you with sneers, cold eyes, or twisted smiles. You shiver, huddling closer to Sirius, but something catches your attention.

A name, scrawled in dark ink beneath the image of a woman with wild, dark hair and a cruel smirk: Bellatrix Lestrange.

“Bellatrix?” you murmur aloud, furrowing your brow. “That’s… a star, isn’t it?”

Sirius glances at the board and stiffens. His usual carefree demeanor falters for a moment, and he looks at you carefully. “Yeah, it is. In the constellation Orion,” he says slowly, his tone almost cautious.

Your curiosity sparks further. “Like your name. Sirius is the brightest star in the sky, right? And Bellatrix is a star, too.” You glance up at him, a question already forming in your mind. “Do you know her?”

For a moment, Sirius doesn’t answer. His hand falls from your shoulder, and his jaw tightens. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and measured. “I do,” he admits. “She’s my cousin.”

Your eyes widen, and you take a small step back, staring between him and the board. “Your cousin?” The idea feels impossible. The woman’s smirk is malicious, her presence on the board threatening. She doesn’t look anything like Sirius—nothing like the kind, brave man who always makes you feel safe. “But… how? She’s…” You struggle to find the words, your voice dropping to a whisper. “She’s up there with them.”

Sirius exhales, running a hand through his hair. “She’s up there because that’s exactly where she belongs,” he says darkly. His tone carries a bitterness you rarely hear. “Bellatrix isn’t just some distant relation, Starlight. She’s… well, she was the worst of us. A fanatic who believed in everything the Black family stood for—pure-blood supremacy, power, cruelty. She’s hurt a lot of people. Done terrible things.”

You can’t quite reconcile the venom in his voice with the fact that they’re family. “But you’re not like that,” you say, your voice firmer now. “You’re not like her.”

Sirius looks at you, his expression softening. “No, I’m not. I never have been. But I can’t change where I come from, and neither could she. The difference is, I chose to walk away. Bellatrix… embraced it.”

You glance back at the photograph. Bellatrix’s face is striking, sharp features framed by wild curls, her expression unhinged even in a still image. It’s hard to believe she and your dad share the same bloodline. “She doesn’t seem anything like you,” you mutter.

“She’s not,” Sirius assures you, but there’s a flicker of something else in his eyes—sadness, maybe, or regret. “We grew up in the same house, under the same rules, the same… expectations. But she made her choices, and I made mine.”

You look at him, questions swirling in your mind, but another face on the board catches your eye—another name. “And… what about him?” you ask, pointing to a photograph of a young man with dark hair and a quiet, somber expression. His name is listed as Regulus Arcturus Black.

Sirius’s jaw tightens again, and his hand rests on the back of his neck. “Regulus,” he says quietly. “That’s my brother.”

Your stomach twists. “Your brother?”

He nods slowly. “Yeah. My little brother. He… well, he followed a different path than I did.” His voice softens, carrying a weight that makes your chest ache. “He believed in the family’s ideals for a long time—pure-bloods, power, all that rubbish. But in the end…” He trails off, his gaze distant. “In the end, he realized it wasn’t worth it. Not the way they wanted him to live.”

You blink up at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

Sirius sighs, crouching down so you’re face to face. “Regulus tried to break away from the family, just like I did,” he says, his voice steady but pained. “But it’s not as easy as it sounds. He didn’t want to be like them anymore, but he couldn’t outrun the expectations. And… he didn’t make it out.”

Your chest tightens at the thought of someone your dad cared about being caught up in something so dark. “He… he died?” you whisper.

Sirius nods, his hand resting on your shoulder. “Yeah. He did. But he realized the truth before the end, darling. That matters. It doesn’t make it right, but it matters.”

You glance back at the board, at the moving photographs of Bellatrix and Regulus, their faces so different yet tied to your dad in ways you never imagined. The weight of it all presses down on you. “That must’ve been hard,” you say softly.

“It was,” Sirius admits, his voice low. “But it’s ancient history now. What matters is the choices we make, not the ones others made before us.”

You look up at him, feeling a surge of pride. “You made the right choice, Daddy.”

He smiles at that, though there’s a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Yeah, I did. And I’d make it again a thousand times over. But it’s not something I ever wanted to pass on to you.”

You nod, still trying to process everything. The board looms behind you, its dark faces and names a stark reminder of the weight your dad carries. But as he ruffles your hair and guides you away, you feel a little lighter knowing that no matter where he came from, he’s chosen to stand on the right side.

“Come on,” Sirius says, his usual grin creeping back onto his face. “Enough of this gloomy stuff. Let’s go find the Quidditch department. Maybe we can sneak you a team badge while we’re there.”

And just like that, the shadows of the past fade a little, replaced by the comfort of your dad’s hand on your shoulder and the warmth of his voice.

The Auror Office is buzzing with its usual energy—quills scratching, enchanted memos zooming through the air, and the occasional magical artifact emitting an ominous hum from a nearby desk. You’re perched on the edge of James’s desk with Harry, swinging your legs while Sirius leans casually against a filing cabinet, tossing a small rubber ball into the air and catching it repeatedly.

“Potter. Black.”

The gruff voice of Alastor Moody cuts through the noise like a thunderclap. You turn to see him striding toward you, his magical eye whirling wildly in its socket. He stops in front of James and Sirius, his gnarled hand clutching a rolled-up parchment.

“We’ve got reports of a cursed item causing a stir at a Muggle children’s park,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “Nothing too dangerous, by the looks of it, but it’s spooking the locals. Do you mind checking it out?”

James grins, standing up and clapping his hands together. “On it, boss.” He’s already grabbing his wand from the desk, looking more excited than he probably should be for what sounds like a simple mission.

Sirius raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “A cursed item in a park? Sounds like our kind of job.” Then he turns to you and Harry, his grin widening. “What do you two think? Fancy seeing your dads in action?”

Harry’s eyes light up immediately. “Really? We can come?”

“Of course!” Sirius says, ruffling his godson’s hair before glancing at you. “What about you, sweetheart? Up for a little adventure?”

You nod enthusiastically, your heart already racing with excitement. “Yes!”

Moody lets out a grumble, his magical eye swiveling to focus on Sirius. “Just don’t let them wander off, Black. This is a retrieval mission, not a field trip.”

“Relax, Moody,” Sirius says with a wink. “They’ll stay close. Right, detectives?”

“Right!” you and Harry say in unison, grinning at each other.

James chuckles, motioning for you all to follow. “Alright, let’s go save the day.”

Sirius throws an arm around your shoulder as the four of you head toward the Apparition point. “Stick close, kids. You’re about to see how it’s done.”

The sun is high, casting long shadows across the colorful play structures of the park. The air smells faintly of freshly cut grass and sunscreen, blending with the happy shouts of children playing. James and Sirius survey the park with practiced ease, their wands tucked discreetly in their sleeves.

“Alright, detectives,” James announces, turning to you and Harry with a smile. “We’ve got a job to do. Sirius and I will handle the tricky bits, but we need your sharp eyes. Keep a lookout for anything unusual—something that doesn’t belong in a park, or feels… off.”

You raise your hand like you’re in class. “What kind of cursed item are we looking for? Is it dangerous?”

James crouches down to your eye level, his expression patient. “Good question. It could be anything—jewelry, a toy, even something like a piece of trash. The important thing is how it feels. If it gives you a weird sensation, like tingling or heaviness, don’t touch it. Let us know straight away.”

Harry tilts his head. “Why would someone leave a cursed object in a park?”

Sirius smirks, clearly enjoying the moment. “Sometimes it’s deliberate—someone causing trouble. Other times, it’s accidental. Cursed objects have a way of moving around on their own. Like a stray dog.”

“Or a stray Black,” James quips.

Sirius rolls his eyes. “Funny. But seriously, don’t underestimate it. Even small curses can cause big problems in the wrong place.”

Harry nods, his brow furrowed in concentration. “So, if we see anything weird, we tell you. Got it.”

“Exactly.” James claps him on the shoulder before straightening up. “Let’s split up, but stay close. Harry, you check near the swings. Y/N, you take the sandpit. Sirius and I will cover the rest.”

You and Harry exchange a quick nod before heading off.

You crouch by the sandpit, scanning the soft grains for anything unusual. Harry joins you, pretending to adjust a stray plastic bucket. “Do you think it’s actually here?” he whispers.

“Probably,” you reply, brushing some sand aside with your shoe. “They wouldn’t bring us along if it wasn’t.”

“What happens if someone touches it?” Harry asks, his voice low. “Would it hurt them?”

“Depends on the curse,” you say, glancing at him. “Dad said some are just annoying, but others… they can be dangerous.”

Harry nods, his gaze flicking toward James and Sirius, who are inspecting the area around the merry-go-round. “They look so... professional. It’s weird seeing them like this. They’re always joking around at home.”

“Except Sirius,” you say with a grin. “He’s always Sirius.”

Harry groans, shaking his head. “That was awful.”

You’re about to retort when something shiny catches your eye near the fence. “Harry,” you whisper, nudging him. “Look. Over there.”

Harry follows your gaze, his eyes widening. “Is that it?”

“Maybe,” you say, your pulse quickening. “Let’s call them over.”

Before you can, a woman with a stroller pauses nearby, eyeing you curiously. “Lose something?”

“Oh, just an old coin,” you say quickly, thinking on your feet. “Family heirloom. We’re trying to find it.”

Harry nods, adding, “It’s supposed to be lucky. We think it’s buried here somewhere.”

The woman smiles, adjusting her grip on the stroller. “Good luck, then.”

As soon as she moves on, you wave to Sirius and James.

“What’ve you got, darling?” Sirius calls, already making his way over.

James crouches beside you, examining the shiny object. “Good spotting. This looks like the one.”

“What is it?” Harry asks, leaning closer.

“Cursed locket,” James says, carefully extracting it with his wand. “Nothing too dangerous now, but it’s better off in our hands than left here.”

Sirius slips the locket into a protective pouch, giving you and Harry a proud smile. “You two did great. Perfect teamwork.”

As you head back to the car, you feel a swell of pride. Watching James and Sirius handle the mission so confidently makes you realize just how skilled—and how cool—your dads really are.

The moment you step back into the office, Sirius strides toward the storage cabinet tucked into the corner, the cursed item wrapped securely in protective layers. You trail behind him, glancing around the space that feels both familiar and vast. Once the item is locked away, Frank Longbottom appears in the doorway, his expression serious but calm.

“Sirius,” Frank calls, his voice low. “Meeting’s starting.”

Sirius exchanges a glance with James, who nods and turns to you and Harry. “Alright, you two,” James says, gesturing toward your desks near the window. “Sit down and get started on that speech. We’ll be back soon. Stay at your desks, no wandering off. Understood?”

You and Harry both nod in unison. “Got it, Dad,” Harry replies, already pulling out the rough draft of the written speech from his bag. You follow his lead, settling in at your desk and reaching for your quill.

“Good,” James says, clapping Harry lightly on the shoulder before heading out with Sirius. As the door closes behind them, the room feels quieter, but the faint hum of activity in the building carries on.

The two of you begin working, the soft scratch of quills on parchment filling the air. Harry leans over slightly to whisper, “Do you think we’re supposed to include the part about the timeline here, or save it for later?”

“Save it,” you whisper back, “it’ll make more sense after we explain the context.” You chew on the end of your quill, thinking about how to phrase the next sentence.

That’s when you hear it—muffled voices rising from somewhere down the hall. At first, it’s easy to ignore, but then the volume increases, and the tone sharpens. You glance at Harry, who’s also stopped writing, his eyes flicking toward the door.

The older man’s voice booms through the hallway, even though the words are somewhat muffled. “You could’ve gotten us both killed!” he yells, the anger in his tone unmistakable. “Do you even realize how close it was? You weren’t paying attention!”

The younger man responds, but his voice is quieter, harder to make out. You catch fragments of an apology, something about being distracted, but the older man cuts him off.

“Distracted? That’s not an excuse! We’re lucky to even be standing here right now. If you can’t keep your head in the game, you’re going to get yourself—and everyone around you—killed.”

You and Harry exchange a look, wide-eyed but silent. The argument continues in the background as you both turn back to your work, though it’s harder to focus now. You keep sneaking glances at the door, the words from the argument replaying in your mind.

Is this what it’s always like for your dad? For Harry’s dad? You knew their jobs were important, but you’re beginning to wonder just how dangerous it really is. The thought sits heavily in your chest as you try to concentrate on finishing your sentence.

The sound of footsteps signals the end of the meeting, and moments later, Sirius and James re-enter the room. James walks over to Harry’s desk, his usual easy grin back in place. “Harry, want to come take a look at that new prototype before we head home?”

Harry brightens immediately, nodding. “Yeah, definitely!”

“Great.” James ruffles your hair lightly on his way out. “Hope to see you, your dad, and Remus at ours for dinner tonight.”

“We’ll be there,” Sirius replies, watching them leave. The door closes behind them, and the room quiets again. Sirius settles at his desk, pulling out a stack of paperwork. His quill scratches against the parchment, but he pauses when he notices you’ve gone unusually quiet.

“What’s on your mind, kiddo?” he asks, leaning back in his chair and giving you his full attention.

You hesitate, fiddling with the corner of your parchment. Finally, you look up at him. “I heard someone yelling in the hall,” you admit softly. “An older man was yelling at a younger man about almost getting them both killed because he wasn’t paying attention.”

Sirius’s expression softens, though there’s a flicker of concern in his eyes. “You overheard that, huh?”

You nod. “Is that... is that what your job is like? Is it really that dangerous?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair before coming over to sit on the edge of your desk. “Listen,” he says gently, “there are parts of my job that can be dangerous, yeah. But we’re trained for it, and we’re always careful. The man you heard—well, sometimes mistakes happen, and they can be scary. But we do everything we can to keep each other safe.”

You chew on your lip, still unsure. “But what if something goes wrong?”

Sirius leans forward, resting a hand on your shoulder. “That’s why we work together, why we have teams. And that’s why I come home every day—to you and Remus. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. Okay?”

You nod slowly, his words easing some of the tension in your chest. “Okay.”

“Good.” He grins, squeezing your shoulder before heading back to his desk. “Now, finish up that speech. We’ve got a dinner to get to.”

“Alright, who’s next?” Ms Carter asks, the classroom buzzes with quiet chatter as you and Harry step up to the front, your project materials in hand. The whiteboard behind you is blank except for the title of your presentation, written in Harry’s neat handwriting: A Day in the Life of a Detective.

Harry sets down the props—a small wooden box filled with papers, a few pens, and a notebook—while you adjust the easel holding up your poster board. It’s covered in diagrams, timelines, and sketches, all carefully crafted to sell your story.

“Alright,” you begin, looking out at the room, “thanks for being patient, everyone. Harry and I are here to talk about what it’s like to grow up with parents who work as detectives.”

A few murmurs ripple through the class, some students leaning forward with interest. You glance at Harry, who gives you an encouraging nod before stepping in.

“Our dads have been partners for years,” Harry says, his voice steady and confident. “They work on really complex cases—missing people, stolen items, that sort of thing.”

“They’re really good at it, too,” you add, a touch of pride slipping into your tone. “They’ve solved some cases that seemed impossible.”

“Like what?” a voice pipes up from the back of the room. It’s Daniel, always the first to challenge anyone. “What kind of impossible cases?”

Harry grins, clearly ready for this. “Well,” he starts, “there was this one case about a guy who disappeared from a locked room. No windows, no secret passages, nothing. It was like he vanished into thin air.”

You pick up where Harry leaves off. “Our dads figured out that the guy used a trapdoor hidden under the carpet. It led to a tunnel that came out a block away. Everyone else missed it because the trapdoor was enchanted to—” You catch yourself, flushing slightly. “Uh, I mean, it was really well-hidden.”

“How did they figure it out?” asks Emily from the front row, her brow furrowed in curiosity.

Harry leans on the desk behind him, arms crossed casually. “They worked out that the floorboards in that corner of the room sounded different. They were hollow. And there was a tiny scrap of dirt on the carpet that didn’t match the rest of the room.”

You nod. “They’re really good at noticing little details like that. Stuff most people would overlook.”

Another hand shoots up. “What’s the most dangerous thing they’ve had to do?” Sam asks, his eyes wide.

You exchange a quick glance with Harry. You’ve talked about this, rehearsed the details so it sounds thrilling but believable. “There was a case where they had to track down a group of thieves,” you say. “These people were stealing priceless artifacts and hiding out in abandoned buildings.”

Harry jumps in. “Our dads had to stake out one of their hideouts for hours, waiting for the right moment. When they finally went in, the thieves tried to make a run for it.”

“They cornered them in this narrow alley,” you add, your voice dropping for dramatic effect. “It was tense, but they managed to arrest all of them without anyone getting hurt.”

“That’s so cool!” says Ava, practically bouncing in her seat. “Did they get scared?”

You hesitate, but Harry answers smoothly. “Sometimes, yeah. They always say it’s normal to feel scared—it keeps you sharp. But they’re trained to handle those situations.”

“Do they ever talk about their cases at home?” another classmate asks.

“Not really,” you reply. “They keep most of the details private. But sometimes they’ll tell us little bits, like how they solved a puzzle or tracked someone down.”

Harry nods. “They’re careful not to bring their work home too much. They say it’s important to have a balance.”

The questions keep coming, and you and Harry take turns answering, weaving a web of stories that blend just enough truth with fiction to keep everyone captivated. By the time you wrap up, the class is buzzing with admiration for your “detective dads” and their incredible cases.

As you return to your seats, Harry leans over and whispers, “Think they bought it?”

You grin, keeping your voice low. “Completely. We should be detectives ourselves at this rate.”

The evening sun casts a warm golden hue over the Potter household as you and Harry burst into the living room, laughter spilling out as you hold up your project board for all to see. The presentation had been a resounding success, and the excitement buzzes in the air like static.

“Mum! Dad!” Harry calls, his voice carrying through the house. “We nailed it!”

Lily steps into the living room, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Remus follows shortly after, holding a steaming mug of tea, a soft smile on his face as he takes in the sight of you both glowing with pride.

"Let me see, let me see!" Lily says, crouching slightly as Harry angles the board toward her. Her eyes scan over the carefully placed pictures, diagrams, and handwritten notes. "This is incredible, you two. Look at the detail!"

“We worked really hard,” you chime in, beaming. “And everyone loved our mystery theme!”

Remus nods, his amber eyes sparkling with pride. “I knew you two would do great. You’ve both been talking about this project for weeks. It’s clear how much effort you put into it.”

Sirius emerges from the hallway, his hands in his pockets and a smug grin plastered across his face. "Did someone mention mystery? Clearly, the two best sleuths had some inspiration from yours truly."

You giggle, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. He chuckles softly, ruffling your hair in response. “I’m glad you’re my detective,” you say, your voice muffled slightly against his chest.

He freezes for a moment, clearly caught off guard by the sentiment, before his arms wrap around you. “And I’m glad you’re my partner in crime,” he murmurs, his voice warm with affection.

“Oi, what about me?” Harry protests, mock offense lighting up his face. “I helped too!”

“Don’t worry, Prongslet,” Sirius says, releasing you and reaching over to pull Harry into a one-armed hug. “You’re my deputy detective.”

Remus shakes his head, hiding a small smile behind his mug. “I think Lily and I deserve some credit too. Someone had to teach you two where to look for clues.”

Harry grins and leans back. “Maybe you guys can help with our next mission.”

“Next mission?” Lily raises an eyebrow, amusement clear on her face.

“Oh, yeah,” you say with a conspiratorial nod, moving to stand beside Harry. “We already have ideas. It’s going to be even bigger than this one.”

“And, of course,” Harry adds, glancing at you with a playful grin, “we’ll need our dads to help us solve it.”

Sirius smirks. “Well, I am the best detective around.”

Remus snorts. “Debatable.”

The adults exchange amused looks before nodding in unison. “We’re in,” Sirius says dramatically, crouching slightly and holding out his hand like a pact.

You and Harry place your hands on top of his, and then Remus reluctantly adds his own. “This is going to end in chaos,” he mutters, but the soft laugh that follows betrays his excitement.

Lily watches the scene with a fond smile, her arms crossed as she leans against the doorframe. “Just don’t burn the house down,” she says, shaking her head.

“No promises!” Sirius and Harry say in unison, and the room erupts in laughter, the sound carrying into the cozy evening.

#harry potter #wolfstar daughter #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #oneshot #fluff #slight angst

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orange-demons-deactivated2024 · 6 months ago

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2 year 'Hiatus'

(long post/rambling)

Hello everyone! The day's finally come for me to start my 2-year hiatus.

I'll be starting school tomorrow, July 1st, from 8am - 5pm Mon-Fri. (Full time). So there won't be many opportunities for me to keep constantly posting here all the time.

I want to personally thank you all for welcoming me into the Street Fighter fandom and for taking the time out of your day to interact with my blog.

I never thought I would become a fanfic writer again after so many years of not writing and to meet so many of you throughout my stay here.

With my first fic, Mount, I was nervous about people not caring about it and for it to be lost in the Street Fighter algorithm because I joined the fandom so late. (March 2024). And originally, I planned to make that my only fanfic and call it a day. But after I got my first comment I was over the moon.

Then slowly I had people liking and following this side blog where I dumped all my random reblogs on. And that's when I realized, there were people still out there loving these characters as much as I did despite the slow traction on the street fighter dash.

So that's when I decided to make this random side blog into a SF6 fanfic blog.

I started to write strictly Bosch x Reader's in the beginning because he was the reason why I joined this space in the first place. Then I wrote for Luke, then Poison, then Ed, then Jamie, then at last Chun-Li. I learned to love characters that I first didn't give a second thought about and I learned more info. about some SF characters I wasn't aware of before.

Then my blog went from 0 followers to 38! Holy smokes, 38 people really cared enough to follow and read my ramblings? That's crazy. I never even expected to have 1 follower much less 38.

My favorite part about writing for this fandom was interacting with everyone in the comment section/reblogs. I enjoy talking to you all and writing silly blurbs whenever we get too into the hcs. Really, it makes my day better when I see people commenting and giving love to my works.

And to be 100% honest with you all, I was originally going to start including a lot more X Fem!Reader Inserts because I am a Cis Woman who never wrote for any other genders but Fem! ones. But seeing how little fanfics there were, I thought it would be unfair for me to exclude the other side of the SF6 fandom that wouldn't be able to enjoy any reader inserts because of their gender.

So I'm glad I didn't go that route because I got to find ways to be more inclusive in my writings without mentioning the reader's Skin/Gender/Appearance in any of them and to keep them gender-neutral.

And as a reminder, this blog is the first time for me to write this way, so if you guys think that some of my works sound Fem! based please tell me so I could fix it. Because the last thing I want is for people to tell me I'm more biased for my female audience.

I don't know If you guys knew this, but it kinda broke my heart when I found out I was accepted to this school. Granted, I've been trying to get in for 4 years.

But I honestly didn't think I would've gotten in this year because I thought I bombed my 5-panel interview with the school and they only accepted the top 25 people in my area.

I even started to make plans to work a full-time job somewhere else, take Muay Thai classes, write more fics, and give up on my dreams of ever becoming an X-ray tech. But then I got a phone call on my birthday saying I made it in!

I was overwhelmed with happiness for all my efforts getting into this school after so long. I felt like I was running behind all my peers who already graduated and got their careers started compared to me. But now I get to finally start mine and do what I've always wanted to do and to help people.

Then, I was hit with a wave of sadness because I barely dipped my toes into the Street Fighter fandom and now I'm already leaving. All my ideas for future fics, including the ones rotting in my drafts, may never see the light of day. I was really sad for everything to come to an abrupt end for something that barely even started.

What's going to happen to this blog?

To be frank with you all, I still REALLY want to post SF fics but I know that it probably won't be possible with my schedule for the next 2 years.

I do get a 1-2 week break every 3 months for my school so y'all might see something pop up in the SF6 feed every once in a while. I’ll mostly be writing on my terms and I won’t be answering anyone’s asks. But it's not guaranteed you will.

Plus, I bought the game, so it's not like I'm just gonna drop SF6 out of my life completely. I'll post things here and there that are not fics and maybe tiny drabbles in my free time but it's still up in the air if I will. You'll see me being active on here but not in the same way that you usually do.

Now that I'm transitioning to going to school full-time, I'm nervous about what's to come out of everything, since I've been looking forward to this day since I graduated high school.

I also want to thank you all for sending your requests in. They helped me learn where my writing was strongest and where I needed to improve.

I tried to get through all of your asks as best as I could but I believe there are 2 left in my inbox as of now. I’m sorry I wasn’t the best at being consistent and I hope to get those out as soon as I can.

Thank you all again, for making my time here memorable and I hope to keep posting more SF6 content in the future.

And please continue to support other fanfic writers in the Street Fighter fandom like:

@ruthlesscore

@chqolan

@randobisexual

@luvlyycy

@cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme

@scarletcoral13

@rosewood-writes-and-reviews

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synnthamonsugar · 3 months ago

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DESTINYTOBER: Day 27 - Unlikely Allies

Read it on AO3

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Immaru's flanges quiver as he watches Eris Morn slain before the Leviathan-Eater, frozen and braced for death by his blade until his attention abruptly turns to the Lucent Brood flanking into the Altar.

This is bad. As all out melee erupts between Xivu's harbinger and Savathûn's forces, Immaru thinks as quickly as he can. As cornered-animal dangerous as the glowbugs are, he thinks they're out of their depth against the lesser hivegod. The flaming cleaver that crushes a cluster of acolytes like a boot through ants convinces him of his pessimism.

Only one person in the room is a verifiable god-slayer, and she's tattered in a pool of her own blood.

Darkness zone. He's trapped. But even if wasn't, he would think twice about turning tail. Sav likes this one, likes her a lot, and if he gets out alive she's gonna be right pissed to find out he got the unkillable Crota's Bane, Swarm's Bane, every-hive-else-in-the-system's-bane ganked on his watch. Oh, Traveler, why didn't he talk her out of such a stupid fight?! He should have never agreed to be left with Eris, at least then he wouldn't have THIS on his conscience, and more selfishly he wouldn't be staring down his choice of death at the hand of Xivu's lackey or Sav's talons.

All options narrow to one as more reinforcements meet annihilation. He has to act fast — he would rather not force a one-versus-one fight, better to sic her on him while his hands are full with the others.

Immaru buzzes close to Eris. Her face is still wet with ichor, eyes extinguished beneath her veil. Tines quake as he spins apart, gathering enough Light to perform a revival —

Eris Morn awakens bolt-upright with a ragged breath. Clawed hands frantically search for something, right finally settling on the hilt of Night Terror, drawing it across her lap like a security blanket.

"Eyes up, champ — you're a Guardian, and I'm a Ghost. I'm your —" he pauses, " — let's go with your Ghost, but it's complicated. Look, I'll explain later. You were dead a minute ago, but you oughta have some real nifty powers now. You've already figured out the sword part I see. That big one over there — on fire? The one smashing the little guys who look like us? Yeah, that's who we're fighting, so you might wanna —"

Staggering to her feet, Eris slings the sword across her back. "I know what to do," she says decisively, already dashing toward the harbinger as she crackles and arcs with blue-white energy, formidable daggers materializing in her fists as she vaults onto his back, digging one blade into the chitinous plates of his thorax while she slices the other across his throat, and he lurches, shocked, against one of the massive broken columns that litter the ritual site —

When the dust settles and the Leviathan-Eater is naught but a smoldering corpse, the surviving Lucent Brood gather around the Half-Hive Lightbearer, burbling with astonishment as they size her up.

"NOT A WORD. Not until we see The Boss," Immaru threatens, quieting and dispersing the crowd.

"Boss?" Eris asks, following them toward the exit.

He knows that Eris has no memory of this world or its logic, but it feels strange enough to say out loud that the words catch in Immaru's proverbial throat. " . . . Savathûn, my other Guardian."

Three eyes narrow. "I feel as though I've heard that name before."

Dread creeps into Immaru. "Don't think too hard about it." Eris' eyes flick in his direction, askance. "Honestly — maybe sharing a ghost has linked you somehow. Damned if I know."

"Is it unusual for a Ghost to have two Guardians?"

"Unprecedented is what it is. One Ghost, one Guardian, that's the rule. But some people are worth breaking rules for."

"Do you think she'll mind?"

Immaru chuckles. "For you? No, I don't think she will."

#DESTINYTOBER24 #destiny 2 #eris morn #immaru #savathun #GEE TRAVELER HOW COME IMMARU GETS TWO HIVE GUARDIANS????!!!

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theanimeroom · 1 year ago

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Ok so basically if thirst asks are open I'm literally just imagining baji being so big and strong and just dommering compared to you I'm literally just imagine this man basically caging you in with his body against the wall and splitting you open with his massive (and fat) cock and basically just being really soft to you 'you're so pretty like this...' and 'look at how well you take this cock'and calling you things like 'little thing' and just being soft with you as he simultaneously rearrgaes your guts so good you can't walk straight. (At least he dont pipe and dash)

you bet your ass he’s not piping and dashing anon 😤😤 if baji keisuke is dicking you down, then he’s here to STAY.

despite how he looks, you can’t convince me otherwise that baji is not the one for one night stands. now don’t get me wrong he’s made his rounds, i suspect a body count between 5-10, with a few of them being long term relationships. so safe to say, the man knows what he’s doing, but he’s always down to learn about new ways to pleasure you.

and he’s sooooo attentive too. you mentioned one day that there was a scene in a movie you were watching that had you tweaking, where the guy pushed the girl against the apartment door with his hands running up her sides. you hadn’t expected him to remember it honestly, but you were pleasantly surprised one day when you came home from a long day of classes only to feel a pair of hands grip your waist, soft lips dragging kisses towards your lower ear.

you were on your way to ask what had gotten into him when his body weight suddenly shifted against your back, pushing you closer to the wood that secluded you from the outside world. with a quick pull of your waist he was turning you towards him, still pushing forward until you were forced to look up at him through wide eyes.

he was big. really big. his frequent trips to the gym were doing wonders for his already broad shoulders, arms growing more and more bulky. you could cry at the beauty of the man before you, especially the way your fingers ridge over the expanse of his abs, still prevalent even through his t-shirt.

the dim lights around you only made you more tense as he leaned in, a gasp leaving you as his lips grazed yours, only to quickly jet to the side. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” the smirk in his voice evident as his hands trailed up your shirt.

his attention roamed all over your body as he undressed you and himself, still keeping you locked against the door even as he bullied his pulsing cock into your hole. the moans that left you were guttural, nails digging into the skin of his back as you begged him for more.

he teased you relentlessly, harsh grunts escaping him whenever his cock kissed at your cervix so sweetly. his voice never went above his usual low timbre, K-9’s flashing at you every time you responded to his questions with another string of obscenities.

“yeah? you like the way my cock feels inside you?” “look at you baby, taking it so well,” “such a pretty little thing for me, could look at you like this forever,” “maybe next time we could do it in the mirror so you can see how pretty you look taking my cock <3”

fun fact: he did in fact move your full body length mirror in front of your bed the next day just to hold you by your hair and force you to see yourself :)))

#blues asks 💎#blues anons 💙#tokyo revengers smut #baji keisuke smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev smut #baji keisuke imagines

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writersdelight · 9 months ago

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sir pentious x cannibal!m!reader hcs, strangers to lovers pretty please :D

Sir Pentious x M! Cannibal! Reader HCs

Word count: 455

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→ Content: Mentions of cannabilism, Sir Pentious being a dork, fluff, male reader, like a lot of fluff. NOT PROOF READ.

→ Author's note: THIS ASK. LOVE THE PROMPT, Sir Pentious feels sort of unappreciated in contrast to Vox/Alastor/Lucifer/Adam, ykwim? I loved him sm in the pilot

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- You two meet after Charlie rallies the cannibals for the battle with Heaven

- You approach the snake demon out of curiosity. He doesn’t exactly seem like a powerhouse or anything so why is he here to fight?

- You strike up a conversation with and he seems alright enough. He’s more focused on other things, some weird little egg things? They look adorable… kind of delicious but adorable.

- He doesn’t seem to mind you much. He seems nice. Again, not sure how he’ll be helpful against Angels, but he’s a snake, maybe he’ll swallow them whole or something, that’s snake behavior

- That’s where you sort of catch him off guard honestly. “ Are you excited to find out what Angels taste like? My speculation is.. somewhat of a mix between poultry and person. Perhaps with some holy charm dashed in, whatever holiness tastes like.”

- He deadass doesn’t know how to respond. He’s not a cannibal.

- “…..cat got your tongue?” He explains that he will not be eating anyone! Eh.. more for you and your fellow cannibals. “ Your loss.. say, you got a name?”

- Upon first impression, he thinks you’re odd.. like he knows that’s just how cannibals are, but still!

- Over the next few days, you find more and more opportunities to talk to him. He’s an inventor apparently! Those little egg guys adore him (and seem to not have all the lights on upstairs). His poker face is nonexistent thanks to his hat… all fun things.

- You’re pretty sure the Princess of Hell starts trying to play matchmaker when she sees how much you try to talk to him. You find him charming, that’s not a crime

- He does actually start to feel flustered around you after you show so much interest in him

- While he is attracted to men and women, I would peg him as less experienced with men. Luckily, he’s just as shit and flustered as he is when flirting with women

- “ Ssssoo.. I- I- sssee you’re not doing anything right now.. would you like to.. go on a ssstroll right now-with-me??”

- It’s sweet.. endearing that he’s such a train wreck. Of course you agree to go on what is totally not a date

- He chickened out of a kiss that he had tried so hard to set up, but it’s fine.. you choose to be the bolder one. It’s a nice moment with the battle being just days away..

#hazbin hotel hcs #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #sir pentious #sir pentious x reader #hazbin hotel sir pentious #male reader #x male reader #reqs open

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leeharkersblouse · 2 months ago

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Not ogling.

part 2.

spider!lottie matthews x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k.

again , proof read to the best of my abilities , apologies if it’s still rubbish.

authors note: AAAAAA , 20 days later and I finally wrote part 2. I love , love , loveeeee spider!lottie so much and I hope you guys do too :3

“I— I can explain!” lottie blurted out , pulling her mask up.

“get that back down!” you almost screeched , pulling lottie’s mask back down to hide her face , and identity , from someone walking past.

thankfully , they had headphones in and didn’t hear anything , nor did they see the person decked out in red and blue spandex.

the same person plastered all over the papers.

good god , lottie matthews was spider-woman.

you looked back at lottie , well , looked through the lenses of her mask and at her , with a bewildered expression.

“what— when— how?” you whispered.

“why are you whispering?” lottie asked , automatically lowering her voice to a whisper too.

“because— look at you!” you yelled , causing lottie to jump a little.

you were both far too exposed out here. and if you wanted answers then you’d have to go somewhere private.

lottie raised her hands in defence.

“I know how I look , okay! but I can’t explain anything out here.” lottie said as she gestured to the darkening street. “come on , i’ll swing us back to your place.”

lottie extended an arm , expecting you to..cling to her like a koala?

has she lost the plot?

“are you being serious?”

“you’ll be okay , i’ll keep a hold of you— I mean I don’t really have this whole swinging thing down but I think i’ll manage.”

‘I don’t really have this whole swinging thing down’.

your eye twitched and you spun on your heels , walking off.

lottie let her arm drop and she called out your name.

“you know where I live.” you called back before turning the corner.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 🕸 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

of course lottie reached your house before you , she could literally swing around.

you fished around in your pocket for your keys , pulling them out and unlocking your front door. glancing back , you took one last look at lottie’s silhouette. she was perched on a tree branch out of the light. you huffed , stepping through the threshold and into your house.

you were instantly hit with a wave of warmth , mum must have left the heating on before she left for her night shift.

you didn’t even bother taking your coat , shoes , and bag off , making a mad dash upstairs and into your bedroom.

once in there , you lifted your window up , allowing lottie to swing to your windowsill and climb inside , before shutting it.

“okay , from the top.” you were straight to the point , tossing your bag down on your chair at your desk , hanging your coat over the back of said chair , and kicking your shoes off.

lottie sat down on your bed , taking her mask off and setting it in her lap. her hair was unruly , curls all over , fringe disheveled.

your heart sped up a little , palms becoming sweaty.

lottie looked so fucking good. like how she does after practice , disheveled , sweaty , breathless—

you wiped your palms on your jeans before leaning against your windowsill , waiting for lottie to explain how , and when , she became spider-woman.

“you know that science trip we went on a few weeks ago?” lottie asked , running her gloved fingers over her mask lenses. “with mrs higgings?”

you nodded. lottie got in a whole bunch of trouble during that science trip , for slipping away from the guided tour around the lab. you could still remember how red her cheeks were when she was being reprimanded , honestly , they were almost as read as her spidey suit.

“well , when I got lost—”

“snuck off.”

lottie huffed at your correction.

“when I snuck off , I found this weird section of the labs. they were testing on animals and insects — spiders. they were labelled as radioactive. one of the radioactive spiders must have gotten out of its container thingys and bit me.”

you blinked.

“this is why we stay with those guided tours.”

“it was a very boring tour , even you were contemplating sneaking off!”

you huffed at that. if Jackie hadn’t talked you out of not sneaking off , then you would’ve been in just as much trouble as lottie.

and you weren’t just referring to mrs higgings’ reprimanding.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 🕸 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

lottie explained some more about what had happened , when her powers started to develop , and what she did to hide it from everyone.

she even went on a rant about how she made her suit , web shooters , and web fluid.

“wait , so you make your own webs?” you asked as you turned your head to look at lottie , eyes widening at how close your faces were.

you were sat on the floor with your back against your bed , lottie was dangling over the edge of it with her hair pooling beneath her head.

because she could hang upside down without consequences now.

“how else would I have made them?” lottie asked , tone full of genuine curiosity and confusion.

you tilted your head , eyes half lidded , and raised a brow. basically giving lottie an ‘isn’t it obvious?’ kind of look. it took lottie a moment , before—

“ew!?” she shoved your face away , causing you to burst out into soft laughter , before sitting up. “spiders don’t even shoot webs out of their butt. they have , like , silk spinning organs and spinsters and stuff.”

“can you lay eggs?”

“what? no!”

“do you like flies and other insects now?”

“are these serious questions?”

“can you talk to other spiders?”

“I— don’t know?”

“well if you can , can you please tell any , and all , spiders to stay out of my room. I hate spiders.” you asked , pushing yourself up.

you stretched , back and neck aching from the position you had been in for—

two HOURS?

“won’t your parents be wondering where you are?” you asked. lottie sat up , pushing herself off of your bed to check the time on your alarm clock.

5:51PM.

oh , lottie’s parents would definitely be wondering where she was.

“shit— shit , shit , shit.” lottie muttered , grabbing her mask , whilst heading towards your bedroom door.

“window.” you spoke up.

right , she came in through the window so she should probably leave through the window too , to avoid any neighbours seeing literal spider-woman walking out of your front door.

because swinging out of a window is definitely less conspicuous.

lottie stopped in her tracks , spinning on her heels , and used her web shooter to shoot a web to pull your window up.

but , before lottie perched herself on the windowsill and readied herself to swing off , she turned back to look at you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” lottie spoke up , fiddling with her mask a little. “I didn’t know what was happening and I didn’t want you thinking any different of me. everyone already thinks i’m crazy , everyone but you.”

stepping forward , your expression softened. you placed your hands on top of lottie’s , thumbs rubbing the spandex that clad them , to ease her fidgeting.

“you’re fine , lott , honestly.” you reassured , gently squeezing her hands.

lottie nodded , she should’ve known you’d be so understanding. you always were.

she inhaled , becoming far too aware that you two were actually stood really close together , before pulling her hands back to pull her mask over her head.

“you won’t tell anyone?”

you shook your head at lottie’s question.

“lips sealed.” you nodded whilst pretending to zip your lips shut , throwing away the key.

lottie chuckled from under her mask.

“just making sure , wouldn’t want to have to web your mouth shut or something.”

“don’t threaten me with a good time , matthews.”

you saw the way lottie’s lenses narrowed , signalling that she furrowed her brows.

“i’m kidding.” you drawled , pushing at her shoulder. “now go.”

lottie huffed whilst turning around , climbing to sit on your windowsill before she swung off into the night.

you closed your window , turning around to rest your back against it.

lottie was spider-woman. you mull over the thought before huffing , that responsibility is going to eat her up alive.

#yellowjackets #lottie matthews x fem reader #spider!lott #spider!lottie matthews #spider lottie #lottie matthews

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hux-and-gay · 5 months ago

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Kylux Short Shorts Fest 2024: Day 4: Otherworldly

Forever Destined

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Pls reblog I don’t have A03 yet.

Okay Guys, Dare I say best Kylux thing I’ve ever written? Also it takes a bit to get to the otherworldly part so just hang in there.

LOTS OF FLUFF, VERY ROMANTIC, FEEL GOOD FIC

Warning: There’s like two in appropriate jokes, and there’s nudity but it’s not rly talked about or used in a sexual way. It’s pretty tame.

Hux grabbed his coat, pulling it over his shoulders, and pushing through his office door. He knew he looked awful. His hair was no longer neatly combed back, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he had lost his reading glasses at some point, which he had been too tired to look for. That was probably a ridiculous idea in hindsight but he just wanted to get home. Rain hit against the widows drowning out the sounds of the city. He didn’t have an umbrella; he'd have to make a dash for the car and hope he wouldn’t ruin his shoes. At least no one was here to see him at this late an hour-

“What the hell are you still doing here?!”

“SHIT!” Hux nearly jumped out of his skin, he took a second to compose himself before turning to Kylo who was sitting in one of the lobby chairs. “You scared me half to death. I can hardly see you with the lights off!”

“What can I say, I’m a man of mystery.” Kylo said, and even if Hux couldn’t see him he knew he was smirking.

“No you’re not.” Hux responded bluntly.

Kylo shook his head and stood up from the chair, checking his phone for the time and stepping towards the exit so Hux could better see him in the light of the office sign that shone through the glass door. “It’s like 4 am why the fuck are you still here?”

4 am? He honestly had not meant to stay there that long, he thought it was midnight or 2 at the latest. He started to say something but stopped himself, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, why are you still here?”

“I was waiting for you.” Kylo said looking down, trying to hide the slight blush on his cheeks.

“Ren, you don’t even have the Night Shift. There’s no way you waited all this time.” Hux commented skeptically.

“I didn’t want you to walk home alone in the freezing rain.” He insisted, stepping closer to him gently running his fingers though Hux’s hair.

“Ren, your shift gets off at 4 PM. It wasn’t raining when you left. Are you telling me you waited here for 12 HOURS?!” Hux didn’t believe it in the slightest.

“Alright Alright you got me. I was doing errands in town and when I was walking home I passed by the office and it was close to when your shift ended so I thought I’d stop by, take you home. But you took forever so I fell asleep and when I woke up it was like 3:30 so I honestly was just gonna crash here. I didn’t even know you were still working.” He explained.

Hux shook his head dumbfounded. “You were going to sleep here?!”

“Yeah well I have six roommates that all snore, I wasn’t really in a rush to get home.” He shrugged.

Hux sighed, knowing he had walked right into this. “Did you want to come to my place?”

Kylo smiled wide like a child being given a birthday present. “Yes please!”

“Alright,” He turned to the door realizing he actually did have an umbrella. He had left it in the holder from the last time he went to work. He felt stupid for forgetting it for so long and not thinking of it earlier but at least he had one. He grabbed it and shoved it into Ren’s hands. “You’re holding the umbrella.”

“But of course Monsieur~” Kylo said in a terrible French accent, opening the umbrella and reaching for the door.

“Never do that again,” Hux said, gagging.

“Okay okay… Can I drive?” He asked giving that smile toddlers give their parents to guilt them into saying yes to things.

“No.”

“But you’re car is so cool.” He whined.

“Which Is precisely why I’m not letting you drive.” Hux said buttoning up his coat.

“Hey I’m a pretty good driver. My dad had me driving when I was like 10.” Kylo pointed out.

“Ren, your dad has been arrested for illegal drag racing before, amongst other things. That’s not reassuring.” He crossed his arms.

“He won the races.” Kylo added trying the face one last time.

“My point stands.”

Kylo sighed reluctantly, “Alright alright.” He opened the door. “Ladies first.” He joked, but Hux gave him the “I’m going to strangle you” glare so he immediately stopped laughing and stepped out first, holding the umbrella for Hux as they made their way to his car.

Hux stepped tentatively through the parking lot trying not too get wet while also staying in pace with Kylo. “Are you even watching where you’re going?! You’re leading us straight through the puddles! I’m going to ruin my shoes!”

“Hey you gave me control of the umbrella.” Kylo said as they stepped up to the car. Hux rolled his eyes and quickly got in the driver's seat unbuttoning his wet coat once he was seated but not taking it off. Ren walked around the car and quickly got in the passenger seat, shoving the umbrella in the back. Hux flipped on the windshield wipers and brights then backed out of the parking lot and drove carefully through the rain to his apartment.

“Man, I kind of wish you didn’t have that umbrella. Your hair looks all cute when it’s all wet.” Kylo mused.

“Ren please, I'm too tired to flirt and I’m trying to focus on the road.” Hux responded almost yawning.

“I've done a lot more than flirt while you drive and you’ve never crashed~” He said smirking, reaching to place a hand on Hux's thigh as he drove.

“Yes I have, but right now I don’t want to start something. When we get home we are going to bed, nothing more. It’s too late for anything else.” Hux insisted, not even flinching at Kylo’s touch.

“Are you sure?” Kylo asked again.

“Yes, I’m going to bed. You’re welcome to stay up and entertain Millicent, but we both have work in the morning.”

“You can call out. I do it all the time.”

“I’m not calling out.” He said firmly.

“Fine…”

“Have you ever thought of what we’d be like in other worlds, like would we still know each other? Would we get along?” Kylo asked suddenly.

A skeptical look crossed Hux’s face. “No? And we don’t get along.”

“We get along pretty well when we’re alone,” he said in a sultry tone rubbing Hux’s thigh gently, kneading his tense muscles.

Hux ignored him. “You watch too many multiverse movies.”

“Not really, I just like movies, particularly sci-fi. You know they’re making a new Star Wars movie. The force awakens, I think it’s called?” He rambled as Hux continued to drive.

“Why are they still milking that franchise? Didn’t people hate the last three?” Hux questioned.

“Eh not really anymore.” Kylo shrugged and moved his hand back to the armrest following the rain drops on the windows with his eyes.

“Well I’m sure these new ones will piss people off all over again.”

“Oh I’m sure they will… do you wanna come?” He asked.

“Come where?” Hux internally cringed. His mind was far too dirty for that sentence.

“To see Star Wars?” Kylo clarified.

“No.”

“Okay, I’m going to buy you a ticket anyway.”

“I know.”

They sat in awkward silence till Kylo turned on the radio and closed his eyes leaning his head against the headrest. Hux found himself humming the song as he drove, glancing at Ren whenever there was a red light and admiring how peaceful he looked, his raven hair falling down in front of his face, having come loose from the messy bun he wore to work hours ago. Eventually they pulled up to Hux’s apartment and Hux gently nudged him to wake him up as they pulled into the parking spot.

“Huh? What? I wasn’t sleeping!” Kylo stammered, jolting awake.

Hux had to hold back a laugh. “We’re here.”

“Oh.” Kylo grabbed the umbrella and got out of the car. “Jeez it’s fuckin cold.” He remarked. The passenger door closed and he walked around the car opening Hux’s door and holding out a hand to him. Hux took it but as he was stepping out of the car a particularly strong gust of wind slammed into them and the umbrella blew from Kylo’s hand. Suddenly they were both getting drenched. “Oh Fuck! Don’t worry I’ll go get it!” Kylo yelled over the storm. Before Hux could say anything Ren was running off chasing the umbrella down the wet street.

“Ren, wait!” Hux called out. He was about to say “Leave it” but the man had already bolted off. So Hux sighed and chased after him. “Ren slow down! You’re going to sli-“

Kylo jumped and snagged the umbrella from the air. “Got it! Woah!” As soon as his feet came down on the concrete he slipped just as Hux had warned, collapsing onto his stomach with a thud. Hux didn’t have enough time to slow down, in trying to not hit into Kylo he found himself falling too, landing on top of him.

Kylo gasped. “Oh shit! Hux, are you okay?”

To Kylo’s surprise Hux began laughing.

“Huh what’s so funny?”

“We’re absolutely drenched aren’t we?” He laughed.

Ren smiled, it was a rare occasion that Hux relaxed like this and just let himself be happy. “Oh good I thought you hit your head or something.”

“On what? Your chest? I’m kind of laying ontop of you,” he continued laughing in a carefree calming manner, his little smile was intoxicating. “If anything I should ask you if you're okay, you were the one who fell on the concrete.”

Kylo pulled himself out from under Hux standing up and pulling the man into his arms smiling at him affectionately as the rain poured down their faces. “I’m okay because you’re here with me.”

“You’re always so cheesy.” Hux said shaking his head smiling. “Should we get out of the freezing rain?” Hux asked, unable to hide his affection for the man in front of him.

“I don’t know, if you get sick you can call off of work and I can pamper you all I want~” Kylo said nuzzling his nose against Hux’s face, feeling his warmth amongst the cold, and breathing in the smell of rain and vanilla.

“Oh stop it, you’re not seriously wishing for me to get sick.” Hux joked, unable to hide the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Okay yeah, maybe not, you can get kinda grumpy.” He snickered, scooping Hux up in his arms and running up to the door of the apartment before he could protest.

“Put me down!” Hux yelled, embarrassed.

“No,” Kylo smiled, planting a kiss on his wet hair.

“Ren, The key is in my pocket you have to put me down so I can unlock the damn door! We’re getting soaked.” He instead, Looking up at him.

“Alright alright,” He set him down on his feet gently and Hux quickly unlocked the door, taking off his drenched coat as soon as they got inside.

“Just lay out your clothes on the couch or something. If it’s not dry by morning I’ll put it in the dryer. I’ll see if I have anything big enough to fit you.” He said petting millicent who had rubbed up on him when they got inside.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t need to wear anything~” Kylo flirted.

“Alright then.” Hux said seemingly unphased by the notion of Ren being naked. “I’m going to get dressed for bed, food is in the kitchen, but please do not empty my fridge, Phasma does that enough already.” He started unbuttoning his shirt nonchalantly as he walked towards the bathroom.

“Hux?” Kylo called out.

“Hm?” He said quizzically, turning his head. Quickly Ren grabbed him pinning him against the door post running his hands along his chest sliding them under his wet undershirt, hux made a quiet sound of pleasure and Kylo leaned in to kiss him, but Hux pushed his mouth away gently with his hand. “Wait till we get to bed~” He pushed off from Ren who caught him smirking slightly as he exited for the bathroom.

When Hux had left, Ren undressed, Laying his clothes out on the coffee table to dry, and made his way to Hux’s room, flopping down on his bed, and turning on some soft music on his phone. The street light shown through the blinds casting a soft glow on the sheets. Hux exited the bathroom in a black silk robe drying his hair with a towel, which made it look an absolute mess but Kylo thought it made him look even cuter. He patted the spot of the bed beside him and Hux slid next to him draping himself over Kylo’s chest as Kylo gently petted his still slightly damp hair.

“Ren, are you tired?” Hux asked, eyes closed, a look of satisfaction on his face.

“Probably, but not Really, you?”

“I think I can stay up a bit longer.”

“Good because I think we were in the middle of something.” He pulled Hux further onto him, their chests pressing against each other, the robe sliding down his arms. He gently took his face into his hands and kissed him tenderly.

Suddenly the both of them were bombarded with visions and sensations as if actual sparks had flared from their kiss. Images, voices, flashed through their minds, as if calling to them.

“I- I dont know how to love, I don’t know how to be loved”

“Uh I think you dropped something”

“Since we've been together for

a while now-“

“I can’t kill you, I love you to much”

“Careful Ren, That your personal interests does not interfere with orders from leader snoke from leader snoke.”

“I want that map. For your sake I suggest you get it.”

“Dost though know how mine heart stirs for the? Surely not, as I have guarded it well.”

“In every reality, in every world, I will always love you.”

Then just as quickly as it started, they were both jolted back to their own reality, panting and breathless.

“What the fuck was that?!” Hux said, quickly scrambling up to a sitting position.

“I don’t know… it’s like I was seeing different versions of myself… of us. Wait, Kiss me! But longer!” Kylo ordered, he still seemed winded and his face was definitely flush and hot.

Normally Hux would have rolled his eyes at the demand but he was curious, quickly he leaned down pulling Kylo into a hot greedy kiss, fingers tangling in his long hair.

Just as quickly as the last visions came they arrived again but this time it only seemed to shift through a few before settling on one to portray more vividly.

There was a cobblestone quart yard decorated with greenery, Kylo slunk against the wall to the entrance hiding in the shade. He was wearing some form of fantasy or medieval garb, sword sheathed at his hip. He was watching someone. It was Hux. He was in similar attire and was sitting atop a stone bench back facing Kylo as he picked up a water lilly from the pond in front of him.

“Lord Ren, I canst hear you. Thou art sloppy with acts of secrecy, perhaps thou shalst learneth to be more stealty when meeting one’s love in secret.” Hux said not moving from where he sat or turning his head to face him.

“Dost thou say thy love me?” Kylo inquired.

“Nye, I sayist thou love me.” Hux shook his head, back still too him.

“Dost thou?” Kylo persisted.

“Love thee?” Laughs “what funny words. Canst thou let me look upon thine face ere I confess.”

“Apologies, mine Prince, I not mean to spy on the from afar.” He stepped out of the shadows and Hux turned to him fiddling with the water Lily in his hands. Ren gently brushed a strand of ginger hair out of his face. “Why thy beauty truly rivals that of the gods~”

Then the vision faded leaving both of them back in Hux’s apartment winded. They had opened their mouths at some point in the kiss but they couldn’t remember exactly what they’d done.

“What in the bloody hell is going on!” Hux said, alarmed.

“I’m not sure… did it feel calming to you?” Kylo asked.

“As ridiculous as it sounds… yes… This is all so strange… I’ve kissed people before and I’m fairly sure I’d remember if THAT happened.”

“You’ve kissed other people?!” Kylo feigned shock, he of course already knew Hux had prior relationships.

“Oh shove off, you have too.” Hux said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

Kylo changed the subject back to the visions. “Hux this might sound weird, but I think I’ve heard of this before…”

“You have?” Hux asked genuinely curious.

“Yeah it was in a book. It said when you kiss your soulmate, you see all of the different lives you have together in different universes. Like a way of showing you that you’re connected in every one of them, in every world.” Kylo explained, the awe and wonder on his face, giving away that he whole heartedly believed in such a tale.

“And what book was this?” Hux asked skeptically.

Kylo sounded nervous. “Uhm… uh… a gay romance novel?”

“That’s ridiculous Ren!”

“Does It matter?”

“What?”

“Does It matter if We really know what it is? It feels right, and it makes me know I’m meant to be with you. That’s all that matters.” He pulled Hux against his chest again caressing his chin and gently angling his head to look up at him.

“I- I suppose you’re right.” Hux looked to the side, blushing profusely.

“I love you Armitage, In every universe.” Kylo said, gently running his hands across his body and nuzzling his face into his neck.

“I love you too.” Hux echoed breathlessly. Before he could even think the words had been out of his mouth.

Kylo smiled against Hux, feeling the warm skin on his face. Hux never said I love you. Kylo had waited so long, but now it finally felt earned and it made him feel so happy. “Will you be my soulmate?” He asked gently, as he laid his head across Hux’s shoulder.

Hux smiled, wrapping his arms and legs around Kylo’s muscular body into a tender embrace. “I always have been.”

Just FYI

Song in the Car:

Song on Kylo’s phone:

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@lessdenied @fives-ren @jaynesilver @thegeneralorder @diabollicallyangelic

@existing-sadly

@theosb0rnway

@dragonflies-draw-flame @hpdmism @fridayincarnate @tomatette

@transmasc-vampire-is-tired

@bostarsky

@kyluxshortshorts

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kurokotori · 1 year ago

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My headcanons for Rody Soul

════════════════════════════════════════════Because honestly ever since seeing BNHA:WHM, I fell in love with this character's story and just overall development. Warning: Spoilers for My Hero Academia: World Heroes Mission. ════════════════════════════════════════════ > He's one hell of a singer. Right off the bat. I imagine since he's the type to travel a lot after the events of WHM, he needs to entertain himself somehow, so with a lot of time on his hands, he got in some decent practice. So if you ever co-pilot with him, be ready to be serenaded by those sweet vocals. > Fatherly/Brotherly type. Say you gain his trust enough, he will treat you as one of his own and take care of you. He will make sure your needs are met with what he can manage to scrounge up, and will even go as far as picking up a second job. > Wholesome partner. As mentioned in the last one, he will make sure all your needs are met, but, if you two make it past the friendship phase, prepare to be treated the way he believes you deserve. He will put his life on the line for you if it means he gets to see you smile one more time. > Daydreamer. This guy has a lot on his mind and doesn't really speak his mind, so his head is in the clouds as a result. Playing scenarios in his head, be it his next goal, how he will achieve his current one, or even what happened during the WHM, he seems a little spacy sometimes. Don't worry, a firm tap on the shoulder should bring him back. > A collector. During his trips, he will pull off to the side if something catches his eye. Rocks, Feathers, shiny things...if it looks cool, he's keeping it. The dash of his vehicle is where he displays his finds. He swears he's going to use them for something, but...never does. > Lone Wolf. He's not the most social, but when need be, he kind of puts on a façade until the interaction is over with. Forced charisma and smiles, at the end of the day, he's quiet. Only those that he's close to get to see his true emotions and hear what he really thinks. When he's alone or with someone he enjoys the company of, he's relaxed. > Pino is his comfort. He can't go a day without giving her little headpats and kisses to her forehead. If she strays too far, Rody feels uneasy, tense, anxious. He is so used to her close company that just the mere thought of her being gone or too far (albeit this is kind of impossible when she's literally a part of him.) it sets him off a bit. > Dinner? Covered. Rody is a great cook. Since having to take care of his two little siblings, he had to learn how to cook from scratch. No need for takeout with this guy around; He can make that whopper without a flaw if the ingredients are available, even then, he can get it pretty damn close! > Sunsets. His favorite hour is golden hour. His routine consists of a drink, some tunes from his car or van, and the light show just over the horizon. It's his chance to reflect, unwind, and just be him. Though, he longs to share the golden hour with someone. > Deep conversations. When he's comfortable with you, he's better able to convey what is on his heart and mind. You two can talk for hours on end once you both have a good flow going. He tries to avoid dark topics if he can and opts for more heartfelt topics like dreams, ambitions, and thoughts, wanting to end things on a more positive note. That's kinda all I can think of for now :"D I might actually add more as time goes on.

#my hero academia #headcanon #mha headcanons #bnha headcannons #rody soul #Just something random that I thought about doing for a while now

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take-taker-taken · 1 year ago

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Hey there! How's everything going? I was just wondering if you could write a 1990 undertaker x fem!reader where he does his best to comfort her after walking in on her crying (that'd be a fun yet cute thing to read, plus, I've been going through some rough shit lately so taker was literally the first thing that came to my mind to help me cope)

Hi there, lovely anon and thank you for the ask! This idea was just so sweet - never written Baby!Taker before and I hope this makes you feel better, and that your situation improves in general.

Comfort

You dash down the wide hallway, tears blurring your vision; you’re so sick of your stupid boss! You’ve only been here a week and so you’re still learning your way around the arena and he thought it was funny to mock you in front of everyone about getting lost twice in one day. Honestly, all the hallways and doors look the same - just grey and blue everywhere! You turn a corner and go through the first door that you come to, relieved to find that it’s dark and quiet. You don’t bother switching the light on - it’s illuminated enough from an emergency exit sign over on the far side - just drop into a plastic chair and bury your face in your hands. You take a few deep, shuddering breaths as you try to bring your emotions under control but it’s useless and the sobs come in great waves, though you do your best to stifle them.

You’re not sure how long you sit there but the sound of the door opening brings you back to the present and you look around, gasping in shock at the sight that greets you. An impossibly tall figure fills the doorway, standing there in a hat and long black coat and your brain catches up and matches the figure to a poster you saw earlier when you were front of house. It’s one of the performers for the show tonight; a creepy-looking guy called The Undertaker. You notice that what looks like mist swirls around his feet and you swallow thickly before sniffing.

“The… The locker rooms are further along.” You say and then frown. “I think. I mean - maybe… oh, I don’t know.” Another wave of unhappiness descends, your bottom lip wobbles and the tears come again as you hide your face in embarrassment.

Rather than leaving the giant steps into the room, closes the door behind him and just stands there, watching. You look up, wiping your sleeve across your eyes.

“You’re sad.” The man’s voice is a monotone growl and you shift slightly in your seat as he moves closer. For an entertainer he’s not very gregarious - maybe he’s just trying to get into character for later.

“I-I’m OK. Just having a bad day.” You eye him nervously, watching the tails of his coat float in a non-existent breeze. You sniff again and then go very still as a huge gloved hand lands on your shoulder, lifts up and then comes down again. He’s … he’s patting your shoulder, but it’s entirely mechanical and a bit too heavy - as though he knows what to do, but not why he should do it. You roll your shoulder as you become aware that even through the gloves, his hand feels chilly and then you stand up before he leaves you bruised. Curious, you try to peer up under the brim of his hat in order to see his face more clearly. Two sharp eyes stare down at you and he grimaces slightly, seemingly uncomfortable with being looked at so keenly.

“It’s alright.” He says in that same flat tone and this time when his hand comes up you flinch slightly because it’s near your face and… oh. In the same automatic way as before, he starts to pat you on the head, the force squishing you down a bit each time. You allow it for a few moments and then reach up and catch his gloved hand in both of yours in an effort to save yourself from a concussion.

You hold on to his hand as you look up at him and you can’t help but smile at the endearing combination of cluelessness and well-meaning. He doesn’t smile back, but just tilts his head slightly as he stares down and you can see now that his eyes are green. He lifts the hand that you’re still holding on to and gestures to your face with it.

“You’re better.”

You let his hand go and nod, the smile still on your face. “I think I am, yes. Thank you.”

In a moment of inspiration you step closer and put your arms around his waist and give him a hug, pressing your face to his chest and leaving a stray tear on his wide necktie. You giggle slightly when as expected, his arms close around you in that mechanical fashion though he doesn’t squeeze. You stand like that for a good minute and you realise that if you don’t move, he’ll probably just remain. The thought is tempting but you still have work to do this evening and so you disengage from him.

“Thank you,” You say again. “That was really kind of you.”

“Welcome.” He replies, again demonstrating that he knows what societal niceties demand. He gives you a slow tip of his broad-rimmed hat and then in a swirl of coat tails and mist, he’s gone.

TTT

#the undertaker #undertaker #this character lives in my head rent free #wwe #wwf #the undertaker x reader #undertaker x reader #fanfiction #undertaker fanfic #the undertaker fanfic #TTT Tumblr Asks

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cubtales · 11 days ago

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🎁 ˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉ hello helllooooo dearest xixi !!! hopefully it’s okay if i drop by to leave a few words with you 🥹🤍 i have some thoughts /very pos !!! can i firstly say that i adore argenti with you because i always imagine how proud he is when he tells people about meeting someone like you — a lovely heart… draw droppingly beautiful both inside and out !!!! ??? the list goes on!!! im sure he could put this into words much better than i can — but oh, you two are so precious !!! i think about femi’s art of you two all the time and swoon because 🥹 how lovely … how peaceful .. how romantic .. how comforting … ausndjk okay but i had intended this to be towards you, so i will save my argenxi yapping for another ask sometime! :] ( though i always feel so guilty when he is the final boss of something in game !!! i have to attack xixi’s beloved ?! T T i will turn away !! NO. ACTUALLY — I’D RATHER LOSE!!! ) OKAY OKAY. i know you have been swamped with things lately ): yet i saw your reminder that you love and are thinking about your moots and i just !!!! )): xixi !!! )): you are so full of love!! even with such a busy schedule, you make time to remind your friends of this and it’s so endearing to me urgh ); i wish i could somehow convey how much i adore your presence on here, but it always ends up as some kind of weird babbling ( -> ISNSJDKKDS I LOVE YOU type of responses… ) so instead, i will sit here and VERY intensely wish for you to have an amazing rest of your year !! YOU ARE SO LOVED … SOOOO SOOO LOVED . 🤍

EVIE ! ! ! ♡ sorry this took a while tew respond ! i'm tearing up just reading this for the tenth time :c hope my response is coherent ehe

first of all thank you soooo much, like so so so much for even writing all this my love. to know that's what you think about argenti and i is just sooo sweet (՞⸝⸝o̴̶̷̥᷅ ⌑ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝՞) it's just lovely to know that's you adore us and we are precious to you ! ! it just feels me with so much joy :c ( + fightin' my beloved during simluni always has me clenching my chest cause i just wanna admire him and his attacks !/!/!/ unless he one shots me TT )

thank you my love ! ! i can't help being busy as bee unfortunately but i want to atleast be able to appreciate and do my best to support and adore you guys the best that i can ! i still feel like what i do isn't enough so i wanna do it ten fold ! ! *(⑉･̆༥･̆⑉)｡ so if you don't mind ! allow me to convey how i feel about you ♡

evie my dear, you're the sun's equivalent on this app to me. your kindness and generosity to all your mutuals shines brightly even to those who were able to admire you from afar. your presence on here is one that cannot be replaced, being able to call you a friend is just being lucky on another level. honestly, you do so much. just by your adorable comments or loving reblogs or sweet messages like these you give me and many others !? i can only appreciate it all soooo much, seeing you on the dash will always light up my day cause of how sunny you are ! i love you immensely, and so does moze ! ( not as much as me tho ! ! mwheehehe ) speaking of you two hehe, you guys r just so perfect. it's as if he's your moon, shining with undying love whenever it comes to you ! the more i learn about you two i can't help gushing and squealing because hello ?!?! soulmates ?!?!? yes yes yes ! will be peeping by for moevie crumbs plssss >:) all in all, i love you sooo much evie, you will always be loved ! ! all i can wish for is that you find something to smile about each and everyday ! hehe ♡

#𐔌 𝓪 𝓭 ❤︎ 𝓻 𝓮 𝓭 ꣓ㅤ ˖#i hope we can interact more and more !!! your presence is so healing weehhhhh #thank you for bein' my friend ♡🌹

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mysadblacksoul · 10 months ago

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Hi, so Next Semester, ey?

God this song hits so close to my heart. Not just as a uni student, but also as a young adult who is trying to navigate her life in any logical way So thank you for that guys Then the theories (because why the hell would they make a MV without lore, am I right folks?) MV!

Overall red tones: drumsticks, logo, stage as well as the Blurryface paint brings us back to the Blurryface era for sure

Like it's a callback to the past, do you see my vision?

Could it be a fist show that they did after fully escaping Dema and doing it on their own terms? Maybe

But some scenes give me dream like sequence. Like Tyler is just imagining how the life would be if he succeded to escape

The going back and forth on the road is a callback to the times when he tried to escape, with little to no luck

People are not only there in person, but they also are moved by the music and know the words. So for sure it's different audience that they had in Dema

The ukulele makes me think that we travelled even more back in time. Honestly, it feels like a callback to the RAB era

It also gives me parallel to the Car Radio MV, just way calmer this time

Now this gives heavydirtysoul

But did you notice that the thing (car? person?) was going full speed on Tyler and he was the one who got out the way every time, yet it just circled around Josh (just like in HDS)

The middle of the road also gives me Truce vibes

So with the lyrics, the whole MV gives me the vibe of being closer and closer to the true freedom

Lyrics!

No-no-no, no-no-no - disapproval of the current situation, pretty easy

Stand up straight now / Can't break down - I would say this are pretty self explanatory feelings of Mr Clancy in Dema. He simply cannot break down, or he would let down not only himself but also the people who he leads

Graduate now - It doesn't need to be literal, it could mean to finish something quickly

It's a taste test / Of what I hate less - The feeling of having to choose the lesser evil. That no matter what you gonna choose it's still gonna be bad

Can you die of anxiousness?/ I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here / What's about to happen? What's about to happen? - Valid question tbh. All of it are the feelings of intense anxiety and a desire to escape from the current situation. There is a sense of fear and uncertainty about the future

I remember certain things / What I was wearing - Vivid memories about the certain time and place. Like every escape attempt is important

The yellow dashes in the street - Could be both the lines on the road, but also the yellow Bandito tape. And could the number of the dashes be 300? Like in Overcompensate?

I prayed those lights would take me home - That this one, this attempt will be the the last one. Plus the torches used by Banditos, like a symbol of hope

Then I heard, "Hey, kid, get out of the road!" - Solid reality check

Can't feel my legs / I might suffocate / There's a pressure in my chest - More feeling of nervousness and uncertainty. Everything Clancy feels while running

And then he slowed down / And rolled down his window - So now we know that the speeding thing was a car, but who the hell was driving it

Can't change what you've done - You can't redo the attempts of escaping, but you can always learn from them. It's a reminder not to look back and always look forward to the next, better things

Start fresh next semester - It doesn't have to be literal semester, could be year, day, month. Just gain back your strenght, calm down and try again. Yesterday may have been lost, but what matters is that you don't give up and keep going. You're still fighting

#band #emo bands #emo #emo quartet #twenty øne piløts #twenty one pilots #tyler joseph #josh dun #skeleton clique #tøp clique #twenty one pilots new album #twenty one pilots theories #twenty one pilots clancy #clikkies #new semester

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aseuki · 9 months ago

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I'm not entirely sure which ones were asked yet, so just do whoever you want for these emoji:

🥘☀️🌙🍒

[ask meme]

Ah, for sure!! *rubs my little hands together*

Oh this ended up WAY longer than I expected so shoving it all under a cut to spare everyone's dashes!

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

Stell's favorite food is strawberry shortcake! Freshly-baked goods are a rare commodity when one is an interstellar wanderer, so they definitely take whatever chance to grab one when running errands planetside.

Outside of the occasional treasured sweet, much of Stell’s diet actually comes from the produce he personally grows in his star through hydroponics! They’re surprisingly quite good, when he does remember to eat haha

For Phemus, she likes to claim that her favorite food is whatever sludge they call coffee in the Underworld Office Break Room asdkfjsdfkn

Under the Cook Ability I think he deserves to drop Battery Acid Spaghetti -50 hp don't eat this

or an actual food item though it'd most likely be the soft serve ice cream cone! Cold and sweet! Little guy is like the snowball after all

it’s honestly debateable whether she actually drinks it or simply pretends to and makes slurping noises to piss off her coworkers >:’D I think she’s pretty partial to the idea of freshly baked bread though, especially something sweet like brioche 🤔

If shoved in the big cooking pot I think she’d drop an orange cream soda! Fizzy and colorful!

☀️ (Sun) - What’s their morning routine like? Do they take a lot of time getting ready in the morning? How do they groom themselves? What are they having for breakfast?

Stell's routine is relatively simple: get up, check in with Anima to see if he missed anything while unconscious, and work from there! Any urgent issues will lead to jumping immediately to work, but if allowed to work at their own pace, they'll take a moment to grab a quick bite and maybe fit in a training session before hopping back to fixing Anima up--working on a planet-sized piece of clockwork is hard work after all! Most of the big personal hygeine is taken care of at the end of the day, so that he can wash off all the grime and grease and dust en masse before bed haha

Phemus is like that weird fucking coworker who you never really see clock in and yet she’s always there before you who knows what her AM routine is like asdkfjn her daily routine is to get up, ✨manifest✨. Sparkle on, it's Monday!

🌙 (Moon) - Is your OC a particularly light or heavy sleeper? Somewhere in-between? Do they take naps?

Answered for Stell here, but for Phemus, it's virtually impossible to catch her actually sleeping on the job--she likes to pretend to when it's funny (or when she's slacking) but don't be fooled by the incredibly obvious snork-mimimimis

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

Looks at Stell and their extremely asocial nature. Honestly, the question may be who would tolerate each other the most asdkfjn That being said, Meta Knight or Dark Meta Knight have the highest chances for allowing mutual tolerance since they’re both the least likely to poke into his business outside of the inevitable challenge for a spar (which he’d happily oblige).

As for who he’d get along with the least, well it’s said that like repels like, and let’s just say the nuclear fallout of Stell and Susie’s egos clashing would be. Something, to say the least!

For Phemus, her easygoing nature makes her pretty likely to gel with just about anyone, but for the sake of the prompt I’d say her gossipmongering ways would earn her a pretty steady friendship with Daroach, canonically the chattiest motherfucker in the entire kirby canon asdkfjn

It’s hard to imagine her not getting along with anyone in particular, but I can see some of the more reserved folks being repelled by her outgoing demeanor. On her end though, I can likely see her initially approaching someone like Gooey with some level of unease and confusion before settling into ‘ah, this is just how he is!’ and moving right back to being pretty amicable!

That's all I got for now, thank you so much for the ask Kachi!!

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stevenblueniverse · 1 month ago

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Steven BLUE-niverse chapters 35-40 these following chapters are extremely important and change the feeling of the series from now on

Chapter 35 double birthday

It was night, Steven took his phone from under his pillow where he hid it and checked the time, 23:58, perfect, in 2 minutes he'll jump down the stairs and to where his birthday crown and cape waited for him. He checked the phone one more time then made his move, not even checking to see if blue had woken up before him, or if he was being too loud. He dashed down the stairs and saw the Cape and crown waiting for him untouched, he looked around before he took them, maybe she'd be waiting for him and jump out to get them before he would.

As he wrapped the Cape around himself and put on the crown he heard clapping, he quickly put on the light to see who was making that sound, it was blue diamond! She was in the corner this whole time, pearl was there too, holding a cookie cat on a plate for him. "Happy birthday Steven", blue softly said, both he and his mother shared the same birthday and always played a game to see who'd first get the king costume as soon as the day started, this time she let him win.

"I beat you!", Steven joked, sticking his tounge out, "yes, but this time I let you win, its a big day for you , you're now 12!", blue quietly congratulated him. "it is also a important day for you my diamond", pearl spoke up, gesturing the cookie cat she held to blue, "you are now 20 thousand years old". "Well pearl thanks for making Me feel so old!", blue replied, feeling quite awkward and wanting to change the subject, "how about we go and wake your father up? He must know that you're the first birthday king today!".

Since it Was very early Connie wasn't invited at first, she'd be invited when it's blue's turn for a party, as they share the same birthday Greg came up with the idea that they get half a day each and whoever puts the crown on first will have their party first. "Congratulations birthday King!", Greg said, leading Steven to his makeshift throne he had prepared outside the house.

lapis and pearl where wearing small birthday hats, and Greg wore a clown costume. "So what are they doing?", lapis asked pearl, playing with her hat, "it's a human tradition, celebrating how many years old they are, Steven is 12 today and my diamond is now 20 thousand years old", pearl explained, lapis looked back at blue, who was singing to steven with greg and giving him presents, "I honestly thought she was older", lapis said as she watched her diamond closely.

Steven quickly opened his first present, it was from his mother, it was a long blue Cape she had made for him from her old clothes. "I remember hearing you wanted to dress like me so I made this for you, it's from an old cloak of mine", she quietly told him. "Woahhhh", Steven exclaimed, quickly jumping off the throne and taking off his birthday Cape to put it on. "I am blue diamond!", he laughed, pulling out his scythe and jumping in the air. pearl applauded him while lapis nervously saluted. "Guys! Come on! I'm not the real blue diamond! well not yet!", he said, making his scythe dissappear and putting his birthday Cape back on and putting the cloak back in its box.

"My turn now Steven", lapis said, walking up to him, she was holding a box, this shocked blue and pearl, neither of them knew she'd also be bringing him a present. Lapis bowed down to him and offered him the box high above her head, "this is for you, my diamond, i got it when I overheard your parents speaking about presents so forgive me if it seems a bit... rushed", lapis said, trying to sound as posh as possible but also fighting the urge to laugh at how pathetic she sounded and the funny face steven was giving her.

"Oh wow lapis! You don't need to do all that for me!", Steven said, taking the present and slightly gesturing to her to stop bowing. they both looked at eachother and laughed when she got up, "my diamond was I too posh?", she joked, "yes lapis lazuli! Blue diamond is very mad!", Steven joked back. He opened the present, so many ideas rushing through his mind to what she could've possibly got him, as he pulled open the small box he was met with a water gun and a little card with a shockingly good drawing of them together on it.

"I definitely didn't steal the water blaster from two kids", lapis nervously said, avoiding eyecontact, "it's for your powers! You can infinitely fill it with water!", Steven cheered at this and took out the gun, filling it with water with his powers and shooting Greg right in the face, making all his clown makeup melt right off him. "awww come on! This took me so long!", Greg huffed, storming off to the van to redo the clown makeup hed put so much effort in.

"There's another thing there in the box too Steven", lapis said, getting his attention and making him pull out the card, as he opened it he was met with more drawings lapis did of them both and a small drawing of pearl.

on the card was written:

"Hello there Steven,

I'm sorry I am not very sure what this party is for but I'm writing on this paper to tell you how thankful i am for you and my diamond's gems for freeing me and being my friend

From, your friend lapis lazuli"

Steven looked up from the card then back at lapis, "you did all of this for me?", he asked her, amazed, "yes", she quickly replied, "thank you so much!", he jumped off the makeshift throne and hugged her tightly, catching her off guard. "It's my turn now lapis," pearl quietly said, tapping on her shoulder, lapis turned around embarrassed and quickly walked away to go and sit down. As this was happening blue checked Greg's phone for the time, it was 06:00, still way too early to invite Connie here.

Pearl bowed before giving Steven her two presents she had prepared for him, she first gave him something that wasn't in a box and just wrapped up, Steven recognised the shape immediately and ripped off the wrapping excitedly. " WOAH!? DID YOU ASK MUM FOR THIS?", pearl had gifted him a small gem tablet, with this he could read some diamond reports and look at gem life, the week before she had spent hours putting locks on it incase he accidentally used it to message yellow diamond or interfere with his mother's work. "She asked me to let her give you this for a long time! And with my Cape and this screen I'd say you're officially a diamond in training!", blue told him. Steven looked through all the many tabs and special gem apps with wonder, thanks to his mother's diplomatic powers he was able to know all languages so could understand the tablet quite quickly.

"Hey! Schtu-ball!!", Greg called, running from the van with his clown makeup freshly redone, as Steven watched him he fought the urge to shoot him with the water gun again or "blaster" as lapis called it. "It's now My turn!", Greg said, pushing pearl out the way and jumping in the middle while Steven laughed at him.

"Steven I baked you a pie!", Greg exclaimed taking out a large pie he was hiding from behind his back, "I must tell the truth and that pie does look good", pearl whispered to lapis, "I think Greg looks good, blue diamond agrees!", lapis joked, making them both giggle as blue stared them down.

"I sure hope nothing happens to it!", Greg said, taking dramatically big steps closer to steven to give him the pie until...

"WHOOPS", Greg very, definitely not on purpose, fell and smashed the pie, right onto his face, "woah are you ok!?", blue cried, about to run to greg but then he stood up and looked back at blue, pie covering his face and laughing hysterically as chunks of the now ruined pie and makeup dripped off his face , Steven also joined in laughing and blue just stood there, confused.

Blue stayed still looking at greg in the clown costume in shock, until pearl awkwardly walked up to her and told her, "My diamond, it is nearly 12:00, your turn", blue looked back at her confused at first then quickly went back to her normal state, "oh right, right!", she studdered, Greg laughed at her more, wiping the remaining pie chunks and clown makeup off his face, "I really freaked you out there didn't I blue-blue?", he said, walking up to her as she looked him up and down, "what about the poor pie!?", she asked him, a hint of sadness in her voice, "because its funny!", Steven yelled to her, he was still sitting on his throne looking all cute and goofy.

Greg checked the time, 10:00, still a bit too early for connie, "I'll call her just before it's blue-blue's turn alright?", Greg told steven. "call who?", Steven asked, Greg looked at him like he was stupid, "your girlfriend, connie", replied. "SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!", Steven yelled, turning bright red, "you sure? I think I saw a lot of proof she is!", lapis said, making pearl burst into laugher, the loudest she had ever been.

"Are you guys sure they're lovers?", blue asked cluelessly, making everyone giggle more, "call Connie over and ask her", pearl joked to blue who immediately took it seriously and used Steven's phone he didn't even know she had to call her while he begged her not too. "Hello Steven?", Connie said over the phone, as soon as she heard Connie's voice blue became too nervous to say anything and froze making Greg have to take the phone from her and speak with Connie himself. "Hey Connie, I'm just wondering if you'll like to come to Steven's birthday party", Greg said, winking at steven who was very embarrassed. "Oh! Of course I'd love to! I'll be there right away!", Connie said, quickly hanging up the phone to get ready for the party, Greg gave the phone back to steven right after. "I thought you guys would say worse things", Steven said, looking down at the phone and breathing a sigh of relief.

Connie quickly ran to their home and saw the party outside, "oh no was I late?", she asked as she saw them all eating cake and cookie cats, "not really" Steven said, mouth full of cake "it's actually still early", he picked up the phone to check the time "it's only- OH MY GOSH! MUM ITS YOUR TURN IN TWO MINUTES!", he yelled quickly jumping off the throne and giving his mother the Cape and crown as Connie watched, confused. "What do you mean it's her turn?", Connie asked him, "oh well me and her have the same birthday so we share it! We get half the day each and double parties!", Steven proudly told her, thinking this was something very unique and cool, he put his diamond cloak back on, "today I'm 12 and today mum is 20,000!".

Everyone quickly changed the birthday balloons and cake as blue sat on the throne with her eyes closed, "I did get both of you presents actually", Connie quietly said to Steven, handing him one of two boxes she had brought with her, "I'll open it tomorrow when it's no longer mum's party", Steven promised her.

"Alright blue-blue you can open your eyes now!", Greg said, as she opened her eyes she was met with everyone yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" As loud as they could and balloons shaped like the number 20 everywhere. "We could only find stuff for 20th birthdays", Greg confessed, a bit embarrassed. "But we did Make this very accurate cake!",Steven said, showing her a large cake they had made with a ridiculous amount of candles all over it. "Oh cool", blue quietly said, a bit uncomfortable with all the attention on her.

"Who will be first to give the presents?", greg asked everyone, using a fake microphone and doing a TV presenter voice. "I'll go first!", Connie confidently said, walking towards blue, holding a box in front of her. "She brought that for her just in case", Steven whispered to his dad as she made her way to blue diamond. "Hello, m-miss blue diamond", Connie, studdered, giving her the present, "it's really not much but I think you will like it!", Connie said, as blue opened the present.

Connie gave blue diamond one of her drawing pads, it was filled with all sorts of drawings of her, mostly in anime style and with impressive amounts of detail. Blue spent a while looking at each drawing and praising Connie until Greg jumped up from behind her throne and clapped her ears, yelling, "BORING! DONT WASTE OUR TIME", making blue become all dizzy and discombobulated.

Now it was Steven's turn, pearl never gave blue presents as to blue her job was a present (she'd have to tell pearl this every birthday when she did give her something). He had prepared a card for her, like lapis did for him and 3 special presents, two where old things he and his father found in the storage unit and the other was something he recently bought for her. Steven took a deep breath and walked to blue while holding the three presents, he was being very careful and panicking that he might drop them, he even had a special order the presents would go in when he gave her them, the new gift first then the two older ones.

"Alright mum, here you go", Steven nervously said, giving blue the first gift, the newest one. The first gift was a pair of oversized heart shaped sunglasses, in the same box came a card he had written for her. "I saw that singer lady you love wears those glasses so I got you them", he excitedly said, watching her put them on and try to read the card through them. "You mean THE lana del rey? I'm so proud you know her!", blue said, the happiest she'd been during this whole party but was quickly upset by pearl mumbling, "why can't she go a day without talking about that talentless clod", while Greg laughed and agreed with her.

"Lapis it's your turn now!" Pearl called to lapis who immediately became nervous, "WAIT NO! I STILL HAVE THESE 2 PRESENTS"! Steven yelled back to them, making lapis have a quick sigh of relief but continue panicking on the inside as she had brought nothing for her diamond. "I know you'll like this one", Steven said to blue, handing her his 2nd (or 3rd if you count the card) present to blue. His present was an old photo of her and greg together from before he was born, with greg looking up to her with a hotdog in his mouth and her awkwardly smiling back at him.

"Wow, I forgot this photo existed", blue said, "back then I was much more okay with barbaric human food, now I gag looking at such things as...hot dogs", she put the photo on the table next to her and cringed thinking about her hatred for meat. Now Steven was kinda scared, did she not like that present? Then she might not like the last one he had for her. "I also have this", Steven said, much more nervous than last time and shaking as he gave her the last gift.

His last gift was an old white coat he had found in a chest at the very back of the storage unit, when blue saw it she couldn't help but gasp. "where did you find this?!", she asked Steven, "it was just at the back of the storage place", he replied, as this was happening Greg looked back at them, shocked and angered and wispered something to pearl who nodded back to him, lapis looked at them and was confused, waiting for answers, this white coat seemed to be something important to blue but something Greg didn't like and hid?

"OK NOW YOU'RE TAKING FOREVER!" Greg yelled at them, "lapis your turn now!", he called, making her stand up and lightly pushing the very nervous lapis to blue.

"I-...I don't have anything my diamond", lapis confessed, looking to the ground in embarrassment. "Oh that's fine! Your loyalty Is a present to me anyway!", blue said, trying to reassure lapis but someone wasn't having it. "What!?", pearl loudly and angrily said, standing up from her chair, "my diamond she KNEW of this day yet didn't give you a present but gave STEVEN one", lapis looked back at pearl, upset and suprised to how she was acting, they where having fun just a moment ago!

"Why did you not get our diamond a gift but get Steven one? AND ICLUDING A CARD!", pearl questioned her, confronting lapis and now standing next to her, in front of blue, "i-", "YOU HAVE NO REAL REASON DONT YOU!", lapis tried to explain but pearl kept yelling over her, not giving her a chance to even say one word. "I-", "APOLOGISE TO YOUR DIAMOND", "I don't-", "YOURE A BAD UNLOYAL AND LAZY GEM!". This continued and blue just watched, feeling powerless and weak but also annoyed. "I'M DONE! IM NOT PLAYING THIS STUPID CHILD'S GAME ANYMORE!", lapis yelled, flying away back to the home, not only did Blue feel powerless but now like a child.

"Well My diamond she truly is annoying isn't she?", pearl asked blue, turning around any giving her a confident smile, but blue didn't answer, she threw off her crown, Cape and glasses and stormed away with tears in her eyes as Connie and steven frantically followed after her.

Chapter 36 baby blue

Lapis and pearl continued screaming at eachother, barely giving blue's disappearance or steven and connie running away after her a second thought. During this, Greg went to grab the white coat Steven had gifted blue, it was now thrown on the ground, "this should have never been found", he said to himself, as he planned on how he could get rid of it before blue saw.

Blue continued walking away from them and bot looking back, she couldn't take it anymore. Her mind was wondering, "why is everyone so upset" "do I make them upset?" "Is this all my fault" "it is my fault" "I need to stop playing these childish games as pearl said" "or being childish" "I am childish" "I am a child!", those thoughts distracted her from everything else. she looked at her hands, they looked smaller than usual, "child's hands", she thought as she looked at them.

Steven and Connie tried to chase after blue but couldn't see her anywhere, they went to durgy, their home, even the ocean but no sign, Steven's last idea to where she would be is just wondering about beach city so him and Connie quickly ran to see if she'd be anywhere around there.

At the big donut, the two workers, lars and sadie waited for customers, it had been quite a quiet day with barely anyone buying anything so they mostly spent the day like how they usually did, bickering with one another. As they quietly argued with eachother the door opened and a little girl with blue skin and white hair stepped in.

The little girl waddled her way over to the counter, struggling to walk with her oversized dress, she was so small could be barely seen by the two workers. "can I have the usual please", the little girl said, her voice sounded very upset, like she was about to burst into tears at any moment. "The usual?" Lars asked, looking down to this scared girl, "I work here everyday and I've never seen your ugly face here before!" He laughed. His words really upset this already sad seeming girl, her droopy blue eyes opened as wide as possible, "oh shut it lars!", she yelled, this now got sadie's attention and she turned to look at this strange girl who someone knew lars' name.

"You just think you can say these things to your own customers! Well you can't! If you continue like this everyone around you will grow up leaving you all alone!", the girl continued yelling, until she saw her reflection and fell to the floor. "WHY AM I SO LITTLE!?", she screamed, pointing at herself in the reflection, sadie quickly ran to this girl to see what was wrong and sat her on a chair. "Could you please tell us what's wrong?", sadie said, trying to comfort this odd child, "this isn't supposed to happen! I'm not supposed to be so young!", she girl yelled, starting to cry, as she cried a giant blue diamond on her chest hidden by her long clothes began to glow, making her age go from at least 10 to about 6.

"I gotta reverse this! I NEED STEVEN TO HELP ME!!", she said through tears as she shrank down some more, sadie looked closer at this girl, she started to notice that she resembled a certain boy who always visits her shop, she even had the same diamond pupils and curly hair as him. "steven who..?", she asked, very sure she'd know the answer, "STEVEN DIAMOND UNIVERSE!", the girl cried, her yelling was heard by steven and Connie who where nearby who quickly ran to the big donut.

"Mum!?", Steven called, bursting open the door and being met with sadie trying to help blue diamond who had now turned into a toddler. "What the!?", Connie exclaimed, looking at blue, "she's turned into a kid....", Connie took some steps back out of shock. As Steven and blue looked at eachother Blue quickly jumped off the chair and ran past them, leaving the big donut while screaming, "STOP LOOKING AT ME!!", Steven and Connie quickly chased after her, calling for her to stop and try to explain what was happening to her body.

As Steven and Connie chased after blue, she tripped and fell to the ground, being covered by her now giant robes. "Mum!", Steven cried, running to her side. "so what do you think happened to her?", Connie asked him as she approached steven who was looking down at the small blue diamond, now completely covered by her long robes. "I don't know, we have to ask her", Steven said, moving the robes. As he moved the hood over he revealed that blue diamond had now completely turned into a baby. The baby blue looked up at him, then to connie, then to her small arms and started crying, her power quickly affected Steven, which then caused it to affect Connie. Eventhough her power was strong they still where able to carry the screaming blue baby and take her back to the others, as they got closer durgy appeared and they rode on her to Greg and the others.

During this, Greg and the gems where getting rid of all the things they had set up for the birthday parties. Lapis was quiet and waiting for blue to come back, she made sure to keep all the other presents with her in case pearl or greg accidentally threw them away while greg was about to throw blue's coat out into the sea, "These things she makes us do are so funny sometimes", pearl said to Greg but was quickly interrupted by Connie and steven on durgy, holding a crying baby blue diamond.

Greg looked back, terrified, thinking blue had saw him try to destroy her coat but was met with his son frantically handing him a blue baby. "DAD WHAT'S GOING ON!? MUM TURNED INTO A BABY!?", Steven cried, pearl took the baby blue from Greg's shaking arms, "my diamond's age can change based off her mental state", she explained, as baby blue stopped crying and looked up at pearl with her diamond eyes, "if she feels like a child, is scared or feels like she's being treated as a one she becomes one", she let the baby blue hold onto her finger, "i remember she was a toddler for 3 weeks straight once, i had to brush her hair", pearl smiled remembering that moment with her diamond and how close they can be.

"So how do we turn her back!?", lapis said, running to look at baby blue who laughed at her and tried to grab at her hair. "Gems were never babies, are diamonds different!?", she looked at pearl, desperate for answers. "she seems to have calmed down now. she'll be ok soon if she keeps like this, albeit very embarrassed" pearl said. But baby blue's mood soon changed again as she saw Greg holding her coat, she quickly began to cry and squirm out of Pearl's hands and try to grab Greg. "She wants so see greg", lapis said taking blue out Pearl's hands and bringing her to Greg, much to Pearl's protest

As lapis brought her closer, Blue grabbed Greg's hand and got out of lapis' grip, she had aged again, this time slightly older, about 4 years old now, her hair had grew back to how it was before too. "gweg... don't throw my skin away...", blue said, trying to hold back tears, Greg looked at the now slightly older blue in shock and froze, blue saw this as the perfect opportunity and suddenly grabbed the coat and ran.

Steven and Connie couldn't help but just watch frozen as the slowly aging blue diamond ran to them with the white coat and put it on as greg yelled at them to stop her. "Help pwease", blue said, putting the hood of the white coat over her head as both pearl and greg ran to her, screaming for her to stop. "Mum what's going on!? Why don't they want your coat!?", Steven asked her, "and why did you turn into such a adorable baby!", Connie yelled. The young diamond looked back at greg and pearl who froze in their tracks, as the walked towards them she got taller and taller.

"Why did you hide this from me?", she questioned them, her voice was now her normal, deep voice. Greg was frozen in fear, lapis watched, she had so many questions but knew to stay out her diamond's way. "M-mum?", Steven asked her, touching her back lightly, blue turned around, she was now a slightly chubby teenager with freckles and curly hair, "My diamond", pearl said, walking towards blue and lightly touching her cheek, "you've returned to your true age, how you looked before pink's shattering", this immediately calmed blue down and she ran to the water to see her reflection.

"Good, you calmed her down, now we can get her coat", Greg wispered to pearl but she just ignored him and went to see the ecstatic blue diamond. "I can't believe it", blue said, as she looked at her reflection "all the grieving, its gone away, I now look how I actually am supposed to!". Steven ran to his mother to look at her again, he couldn't believe this is how she was supposed to look. "what!? You look more like a big sister than a mum!", Steven said, blue laughed at this but Greg wasn't laughing at all. "You have your coat and now you're so young!?", he said, sounding disgusted, "you've become a child! Now what are people going to say! Not only am I dating a space selkie but a space selkie that looks like a school girl!", Steven looked back at his father, "what is wrong with you!?", he yelled, "Not only do you steal her present but you hate how she actually looks!?".

Connie had been silent for most of this but finally decided she needed to speak up, "Can anyone tell me what the hell is happening right now!?", she said, loud enough the bring everyone's attention to her, blue stared at her then took a deep breath, "my powers went weird", she said, a bit embarrassed everyone saw what she looked like as a baby "and Greg didn't want me to have my skin in case I returned to the ocean to be a selkie", this just confused Connie more, "So you're like a mermaid!?", she couldn't help but keep asking even if blue seemed slightly uncomfortable.

Blue looked at greg, then to pearl, then to lapis, then to steven and finally to connie, "it's a long story", she said, trying to find the right words, "I never wanted to tell Steven, I thought I only would if he was a daughter, but it seems I must tell all of you", she continued, slowly taking off her coat and folding it, holding it infront of her. "Connie, Steven, ill talk with you both by the sea, does that sound OK?", they both agreed and followed after blue, leaving Greg angry, lapis confused and pearl scared.

Chapter 37 three or one?

The three of them looked out to the sea next to beach city. Steven was right next to his mother, sitting by the shore but Connie stayed slightly away, near the rocks and sand. "Did my present hurt dad?", Steven asked his mother, going to put his hand on the coat before blue very lightly smacked it away. "No", blue said, moving the coat away from steven and holding it on her lap closer to.

"I heard you call that present your skin", Connie said, walking towards blue, her slight fear to even ask blue more questions being heard in her tone, "and steven said he found it in his dad's storage unit, did Greg hide this from you?", she asked, blue looked back at her and sighed. "I understand why he'd hide it", she said, before becoming quiet and muttering "it is a common thing husbands of selkies do".

"Mum, you know you're quite bad at answering questions", Steven said, slightly joking and trying to lighten up the mood, "now you're just going to make Connie more confused". Blue looked back at Connie and apologised, "oh I'm so sorry forget me and my issues please miss maheswaran! How about you talk about yourself instead! We cant just have my misery ruining everyone's day!", Connie quickly took blue's invitation and sat next to her and steven to talk, it still shocked her how much blue had changed, now she looked only a couple years older than Connie herself.

"So I guess we can all talk about what we have been trying to do recently and take turns", blue said, in a much more happier voice and trying to change everyone's moods. "I'll go first!", Steven exitedly said, putting his hand up like he was in school. Steven stood up in front of Connie and blue for his "turn", not understanding what blue meant completely. "So, recently with dad and pearl I've been trying to learn how to dance!", he proudly said, doing some funny dances that made Connie and blue laugh.

"I'm suprised you can even dance In front of us", Connie said, "I've never even danced in front of anyone before", she continued, her voice becoming slightly sadder as she spoke one, "I've always wanted to but I'm just scared people will just stare at me". "I understand you", blue said, putting her hand on Connie's shoulder, "I was very similar to you with many things, I was so scared to do anything, singing, even showing my face in public!", this made Steven remember pearl showing him some old photos of his mother, she always wore her hood over her eyes, in public on homeworld it seemed. "but if you do those things in front of people you trust it can really help you with your confidence and get used to people", blue told her, Connie thought about blue's advice for a moment, "maybe I can dance with Steven?", she suggested, quickly getting Steven's attention, "he did just show us his recently learned awesome dance moves" she laughed.

Steven quickly pulled out his phone and gave it to blue to play any sort of fitting dance music while he prepared to dance with Connie, taking his shoes off and doing some exaggerated stretches. "Alright, just tell me when you're both ready and I'll play the music", blue said slightly walking above the nearby hill to give them more space to dance and so the music wouldn't be too loud and distracting to her. "and Connie if you feel uncomfortable Steven will definitely stop, right!", she called to steven from the hill who confidently replied "yes mum!".

Blue played some cringe romance music she found on Steven's phone, it was still very loud eventhough she was on the hill. The music and dancing was a bit embarrassing for the both of them at first, with them blushing and laughing at the music choice, especially steven who knew blue found this song on his special playlist he had made just for connie. Steven was quickly able to make Connie more confident with her dancing by laughing with her and complimenting her on her dancing and trying to copy some of her moves.

As blue watched them, pearl suddenly appeared and sat next to her diamond. "how are you?", she quietly asked blue. "just watching my future daughter in law", blue joked, winking at pearl who just cringed and looked at Connie with disgust. "You know Greg is very worried about you", pearl said, "everyone is, they all say I'm crazy", blue mumbled, "yellow says I need my mind fixed and Greg says I need love but it never works", blue quietly ranted to herself as she watched Steven and Connie dance together.

As Steven and Connie span around together, something started to happen to steven, the gem on his chest started to glow, very brightly and make quiet but noticable noise. It quickly caught blue's attention who immediately ran down there, trying to yell at them to stop as she feared this may trigger his powers, and maybe harm connie, but they didn't listen, they where too distracted with one another . so blue made no other choice and rushed inbetween them, going to literally slap them away from eachother. "STOP!", blue yelled, running to them, but it was too late, Steven started to glow, it also made Connie glow and quickly triggered blue's gem as well as she made contact with them as they all touched, a giant light lit up the entire beach as pearl watched in shock.

"My diamond!?", pearl called, as the light faded. her voice was still quiet but filled with fear and panic. she didn't know what to think, she didn't even know if she could go down there to see her diamond. she slightly looked down and saw smoke moving away, revealing only that only one person was visible, laying on the groun, they didnt look like any of the three of them. Pearl lightly gasped at this and ran away, deciding to not tell anyone of this and to just tell Greg and lapis they where just speaking about normal things and blue was not upset at all.

Chapter 38 what is a true fusion?

Bright blue eyes open, eyes belonging to the being who now lay on the beach where steven, Connie and blue once where. This new being slightly sits up and looks to their arm, their skin is dark, like connie's but blue patterns are across their arms and legs, patterns that resemble almost resmeble mehndi. "What the...why is my arm..like yours...ours..", the news being says, observing their new body in shock, starting to realise what they are.

The being stood up, "we...you..how-" "THIS CANT BE HAPPENING!...I fused!", they say, inside them are three confused minds. "You fused!?", "its a gem thing" "are we stuck together!?" "No don't worry", the fusion reassures themselves holding their hands to comfort the scared beings within them. Standing up, the fusion looks around for pearl, they had just saw her before this happened, "pearl must've ran away..", "what would she think of us now", they huff to themselves. The new fusion is scared but mostly curious, not only is this a fusion of two diamonds, but a fusion of a human too, the first in all of history, they go to the water by the shore, looking at their reflection.

The fusion mostly resembles blue diamond and Connie, with barely any sign of Steven being visible. the light blue dress Connie wore and blue's robes have mixed together to make a dress that almost resembles that of a indian lehenga, with Steven's star shirt working as a blouse for the lehenga, having a diamond shaped cut in the middle fully revealing only one blue diamond gem in their chest. Their eyes are the same diamond eyes that blue and steven shared, with their nose being from Connie. Their hair is mostly black besides one white streak, with side curls from blue.

"Woah! we look...awesome", "what are we even!?", "something that has never happened before" "how can we show anyone this?!" , there is a mix of panic and excitement among the fusion, with the part that is Steven feeling the most proud and wanting to show everyone. "we must show everyone this!" "What will they say!?" "How will our families react!?" Steven was quickly able to overpower the parts that are blue diamond and Connie and the fusion began to run home to show their family this new discovery, as they ran across the sand, getting used to their new body, the three of them felt so powerful, especially Connie who felt a new, never before felt level of confidence.

"I hope my diamond will be back soon", lapis said, looking out the window for blue while pearl and greg spoke to eachother. "She's probably bringing Connie back home, she'll be back soon, it's getting late", Greg said, quickly going back to speak with pearl who'd been great at keeping her secret from him and lapis. As lapis continued looking out the window, she saw a familiar looking shadow approaching the home, she quickly opened the door to salute and greet her diamond, only to be met by something no one could predict.

"So what do you think?", the fusion asked them, pearl was still speechless, she really had seen a fusion back at the beach! Greg was about to faint and only lapis could speak up. "You're truly something, I can't believe it! a diamond and a human!", she congratulated them, looking at the form of this fusion closely. "My diamond, Steven? You only have one gem? Is steven and blue still in there?", lapis asked, a small bit of worry in her voice, fearing she may have lost either her leader or a close friend, "don't worry we're both here!", the fusion confidently replied. "what would the name of this fusion be? You are two blue diamonds", lapis asked them, just calling them blue diamond would feel strange and be very confusing.

The fusion had already thought about this a lot, then a side of them spoke up with a great idea. "I had a lesson in school about this super big blue diamond called a hope diamond what about that?", lapis nodded, the other parts of the fusion also agreed, "well then, hope diamond, it is great to meet you", lapis said, bowing to the fusion and shaking their hand.

Pearl took some steps forward then flinched right back when hope diamond looked at her, those eyes, their face, it was just like blue but at the same time, so different. "my diamond, p-please unfuse this is, not like you, why are you...", she studdered, looking disgusted at the fusion. "Pearl, Steven just discovered this can't we at least have some fun?", hope replied, the look she gave pearl was the same look blue would give her enemies, a stare that sent shivers down Pearl's spine and quickly made her go completely silent.

"BLUE WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!", Greg yelled, finally having the guts to speak, "are you permanently stuck with Connie now!?". "No, its fusion, we can unfuse when we want, this is new for all of us, but I promise we aren't stuck!", hope diamond tried to explain but Greg was having none of it. "BLUE UNFUSE THEM NOW!", he screamed, "she's a diamond you don't tell her what to do!", lapis suddenly yelled back to Greg, shocking both him and pearl. As they all started to argue again, hope diamond walked out the house, they didn't want another repeat of the birthday incident that had happened only hours before.

"Well that went badly" "its the best it could've gone, I would've been quite shocked if I saw such a thing for the first time too" "at least we are together", they began talking to themselves again, wondering around beach city, catching the eyes of many locals, with their appearance and clothes. As they walked around they noticed a bright light and music coming from somewhere, it was a party, "maybe we can show them some of our fusion magic!", "are you sure?", they thought among themselves again, only this time one voice was silent.

As they stepped into the party, everyone's eyes went on them, at first hope liked this and danced around feeling very confident but that didn't last long, when they looked up they noticed everyone else wasn't dancing with them, just watching them The entire party had frozen to watch hope and it was scary. Hope stopped dancing and hid in the corner, "I can't dance with anyone watching how do you do it!? If only I was with you both but not like this", the beings inside the fusion started to speak among eachother, being too scared to look behind them in case people where still watching. Now that the small amount of confidence had weared off they felt more alone than ever.

"I can't do this!" "Come on we are a fusion! We are strong together!" "NO I CANT THEY'RE WATCHING". The fusion started to fight within themself until hope's body started to shine and split back into three people, Connie, blue and steven had finally unfused and lay on the ground as everyone danced around them.

Connie quickly got up and ran to steven to hug him, maybe now they could dance together as they weren't alone. "we should probably get out of here", Steven said, getting up from the ground, "yeah we should", connie replied, "what do you think Mrs universe?", as the two of them turned to face blue they froze, blue was still on the ground, she hadn't moved since they unfused and her eyes had gone completely blank and her whole body seemed to be shivering.

Steven and Connie started to panic, trying to wake up blue but couldn't, "MUM!? MUM!", Steven cried, trying to pick blue up but she was completely limp and very heavy. Steven grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her around trying anything to get her to move, he turned back to connie, about to cry and said, "what do we do!?", Connie was frozen, she looked down towards blue and reached into her pocket to call her mother, "I'll ask my mom! She's a doctor, her eyes almost look like she's having a seizure we should call 911!", connie told steven. Steven shook his head, "we can't she's a gem!", he cried, "they might take her away and do all sorts of experiments on her!", "well that's the only option I know of!", connie yelled back.

As the two began to argue a shadow started to loom over them, quickly silencing them, they looked up and where met by lapis, she was flying above them, holding pearl and greg, they'd followed hope diamond here. Lapis, dropped pearl and greg to the ground, they both immediately ran to blue, "I knew this would happen!", pearl said, "Greg! Please help me pick her up!", she called, holding the top of blue's body up, greg went to the other side and lifted up her legs. "lapis you must also help us fly her back home and get Steven and Connie home too!", pearl frantically called to them, Greg and pearl both began to drag blue out of the party as lapis summoned a water hand from the near by ocean to hold them both up while she grabbed Connie and steven with her hands and flew off with them, the water hand that contained the three of them following after.

Chapter 39 redemption and remorse

Blue was frantically carried into the home by pearl and greg and laid down on the couch. Steven even tried some more to wake her up by getting her coat but it didn't work, she just laid there lifeless, her eyes completely blank and mouth slightly open. "What happened to her!?", Connie pleaded pearl to tell her, "it is getting dark, you must leave soon, Connie maheswaran", was all pearl said, gesturing Connie to the door. "I can't leave! Look at her!", Connie cried, but her cries where no use, pearl and Greg had to drag her into his van and drive her home.

Steven tried to tell his father and pearl to be kind to connie but in the end he was powerless in this situation. He sat with lapis and watched blue, she didn't move at all, she looked dead, it terrified him. "Lapis, do you know what could be happening to her?", Steven asked, finally breaking the silence, lapis gave him a look of fear, already telling him she didn't know before she spoke, "i-i have never seen my diamond like this", she addmited, her voice sounding defeated.

"A fusion, not only of a diamond but a human and a gem human hybrid! Truly something new! But something wrong?, yes something that should've never happened", blue thought to herself, she floated in a completely dark world, she was alone, she had escaped her body and her mind was in some sort of new world. Blue's thoughts had distracted her so much she was able to unfuse and leave her own body to just think. Back before pink's shattering she was able to do this much easier but now, because of her weakened mental state when blue left her body she was usually left convulsing or asleep in the physical world. Blue looked through her memories, when she fused with Connie and steven she was reminded of something but something she can't properly remember, maybe, now that she was just with just her thoughts she could see that memory again.

Greg and pearl returned not long after, they where shocked Steven was not as mad at them as they thought he'd be for taking Connie away, instead he just spent all his time at blue's side. "Has she started shaking or drooling?", pearl asked Steven, as she walked up to blue and checked on her, her eyes still wide open and blank, she hadnt changed at all. "No, she's just been the same, do you know what this is?", Steven asked pearl, the way she looked at blue and checked her face made it look like she had done this many times and was used to it. "Yes, I know what this is", pearl replied, walking away from blue and sitting down on the ground next to steven.

"My diamond has left her body", pearl explained, as Steven moved along the ground to sit near her, "something must've made her think so much that she's left this world and gone back to her mind", Pearl's words fascinated steven, he knew his mum and all other diamonds had crazy powers but he wasn't expecting her to be able to make herself a ghost. "this time is much more peaceful compared to all the other times she has done this", pearl stopped for a moment and quickly looked a blue again and took a deep breath, "blue diamond can use this power for all sorts of reasons, but because of a certain event in her life, when she does it now it causes her to lose control of her body in this world, making her fall to the ground, she usually starts to shake and foam at the mouth when she does it".

Blue looked through more of her memories until she finally found it, a random event that quickly changed into something very special, something that happened 5750 years ago. Blue was visiting earth, at this time it was still pink's colony and she was making sure it was going well, the reports of rose quartz where just starting to spread and become a big fear among the gems so she came here to protect and help pink against them.

On this day, a high ranking gem, a sapphire had come to visit her, sapphire gems had a magnificent ability, they could see into the future and where very important to blue. The sapphire came with some Ruby guards and met blue, telling her she predicted rose quartz would attack, defeating all but one of her Ruby guards and then attacking her, but after sapphire would be attacked rose and other traitors would be caught immediately after.

"Alright guys, she'll be ok soon don't worry let's just play some music and leave her alone", Greg said, taking out his guitar and some CDs and lightly pulling steven to move away from blue. As he played music Steven covered his ears, the way his father was acting enraged him, how could he be so uncaring for his someone be always spoke about loving. Pearl didn't react to Greg, she just stayed by blue, waiting for her to wake up, "my diamond, what has bothered you now to do this!?", she thought to herself, becoming more and more scared for blue as each minute passed, she was never out for this long usually.

"Schtu-ball stop being so miserable!", Greg joked, as he played his guitar along to some very loud annoying music, Steven couldn't take it anymore, he finally snapped. "DAD STOP!", he yelled, as he yelled a blue aura of energy covered him and a large wave of energy went through the room, breaking the cd player and making Greg drop his guitar and fall to his knees, everyone turned to look at steven, his hair was wavy like his mother's and he was surrounded by pure blue power. "My Steven....", pearl studdered before quickly silencing herself, lapis watched in fear, this small and innocent looking boy still had the powers of blue diamond, Greg looked at his now broken cd player, "Jeez kid, you're just like your mother", he huffed, before storming upstairs to his bedroom, "DAD WAIT!", Steven called to his dad, his powers quickly waring off and everything returning to how it was.

The sapphire waited by her Ruby guards, she knew what would happen and accepted it, today would be the end of the rebellion and of rose quartz, well that's how it was supposed to go. Suddenly they appeared, the rose quartz and her renegade pearl, "WE ARE THE CRYSTAL GEMS!", they announced, quickly jumping down and attacking, the Ruby guards where all easily defeated by rose, then the pearl went to attack the sapphire, and then it happened, the future was changed. One of the rubies was left, she somehow changed the entire prediction and ran to protect the sapphire and as she grabbed the sapphire, pulling her out the way, they both fused. Gems like Rubies or topazes could fuse with the same type to make larger ones of eachother but this was unlike anything else, two entirely different gems making one new never before seen being, and the confusion they caused allowed the rebels to escape, if that ruby listened to sapphire, none of this would've happened and pink wouldn't have died, blue clenched her fists and gritted her sharp teeth as she continued watching this memory.

The two quickly unfused after, blue diamond had witnessed this all herself, enraged she spoke, "the rebels have fled! Sapphire! This isn't the future you described to me!", the Sapphire tried to apologise but blue also had some words for the Ruby, "how dare you fuse with a member of My court! You will be broken for this!", as soon as blue commanded this punishment, the Sapphire grabbed the Ruby's hand and fled, never to be seen again.

Blue watched that part of the memory over and over, constanly repeating it she had changed so much since then, since pink died. She thought about that Ruby and sapphire a lot, it was that ruby who stopped the early end to this war along with the capture of rose quartz, it was her that caused the death of pink, but still the ruby was still doing her job of guarding the sapphire she understood why she did that, even if it did change the future and cause so much more suffering.

Blue put both her hands on her head, a feeling was taking over her, regret, she needed to find those two gems and apologise but knowing the crystal gems, they could've joined the rebels as they saw no choice, they probably became traitors thanks to HER. "It was my fault, I shouldn't have took everything that sapphire said as truth! If only I fought that rose myself instead of running away!" Blue thought, thinking about all the actions she couldve and can do "Why do I always run away from even the smallest conflicts! ever since I was on the f-"

Steven went back to sit by blue, now his dad was mad at him and he scared everyone with his powers. Lapis sat next to him, trying to keep him happy and talk with him. Pearl now stood over blue, she had now put the heart shaped sunglasses over blue's eyes that Steven gave her to cover up the fact her eyes where still white and open. "I have a theory of why blue diamond could be like this", lapis said, quickly becoming quieter when she noticed pearl listening in, "I think", she slightly slumped down to Steven's level to wisper in his ear, "she fainted from being so shocked by your fusion!", Steven nodded back, this was starting to become his theory as well, the timing just seemed so perfect for that to be the case.

just as he was about to say more he was interrupted by a odd sound, the best way to describe this sound was that it sounded like that of a camel snoring but underwater, it was coming from blue, she was starting to make odd breathing sounds and move a bit, her arms becoming very stiff and straight and pointing in the air as her face seemed to be cringing, her back also started to arch, pushing her stomach in the air and her head into the back of the couch. "What could you be thinking about in there, My diamond", Pearl wispered as she watched blue, greg quickly ran down the stairs to see what was happening and was horrified.

"The sapphire and Ruby must've met up with rose on earth and joined her, maybe they still live with her!", blue thought, remembering the crystal gems where in beach city "I must ask amethyst!", she slapped herself across the face "No! I must find them myself!", if she would be able to apologise to them she must do it alone, or else it may not feel sincere, but how could she even apologise for this? "I must check around beach city!", she looked up and saw a bright light above her, she reached up and jumped into it, closing her eyes.

When she opened her eyes she was met by her home's ceiling, she looked down confused and saw her body, laying on the couch, shaking intensely, while Steven was panicking, she had now left her body completely. "Oh no! I was just going to see if I could sense any other gems around her!", she thought, looking down at steven feeling the same regret she felt for those two gems for making him see her in such a state, "but I must do that later", she quickly jumped back to her body.

Blue finally opened her eyes and was met by steven nearly about to cry, pearl sighing from relief, Greg about to call an exorcist and lapis crying. "MUM! YOU'RE BACK!", Steven yelled, quickly jumping on blue and hugging her, "my diamond! You're okay!", lapis said, wiping away tears, "what happened?", she asked, pearl looked at lapis and was about to hush her, "yeah, blue-blue, what happened?", greg asked, moving lapis and pearl out the way "I haven't seen you do that in a while". Blue looked at greg, her expression showing fear, "I need to redeem myself", she said, her voice cracking.

Chapter 40 Mr universe and the crystal gems

Over these past days, mr universe had announced yet another tour across beach city and similar towns around them, this one would be much longer and last weeks, this really angered Steven who was taking care of his mother. Blue diamond still hadn't recovered from what happened, pearl was even confused and had never seen her act like this after she left her body before. She spent most her days crying and being paranoid, flinching at the smallest things and rocking back and forward.

"I'll be going soon schtu-ball! take care of your mother for me!", Greg called to steven as he was about to walk out the house and to his van, this time Steven wasn't just going to let Greg leave, he was going to follow after him. He waited for Greg to leave the house and then started his plan, "look after mum for me", he wispered to pearl who quickly obeyed him and went up to blue's room. Steven looked out the windows to see his dad getting in the van then very quietly stepped out of the house. As the van drove off, Steven chased after it, he had noticed sometimes when his father said he was doing concerts, there were no reports of him doing one at all, he must be going somewhere secret and hiding it from everyone and using these concerts to hide where he was really going.

The van drove to an odd looking hill that seemed quite abandoned, as Steven peaked behind a rock he noticed this hill was surrounded by a mental fence with keep out signs all over it too. Greg got out and jumped the fence, Steven walked a bit closer and hid behind the van to see what his father was doing, then he saw it. "Hey rose! I'm here!", Greg called, then the rose quartz herself stepped out, with that pearl from the kindergarten and another gem, a tall one with glasses, Steven wanted to scream, his father was speaking with the crystal gems!?

"So I've got the best idea for you guys, rose you're a great singer, pearl you seem like a keyboard type girl and garnet you'd be good on the guitar", Greg said to the gems, walking back to his van as they spoke, Steven panicked as his father got closer and quickly ran to a closer rock to hide, somehow his dad didn't see him. Greg took out some music equipment from his van and set it up over the fence, Steven watched in shock and horror, "dad is making music with the crystal gems!?", he thought, feeling himself start to become sick with the disgust he felt for his father speaking to that rose, he needed to tell his mother, but how would she react, he knew that wouldn't go well.

"Oh Mr universe you're so interesting", rose said, watching him set up some microphones after he gave the other gems a guitar and keyboard. The fact she even spoke with his father made Steven fill with rage, he could feel his energy building up, he wanted to kill all those traitors, he needed to avenge pink diamond! He clenched his fists and started to shake, should he confront his father, or wait after, he wasn't sure he could wait, he might throw up if he heard that rose speak again.

"Alright guys everyone ready!" Greg called to the gems as he stood infront of them, guitar in hand and now standing in front of a camera ready to record them all. "Of course we are!", rose playfully called back, holding the microphone to her mouth, ready to sing, "yes", the tall one, called garnet said, her voice very direct and monotone, "fine...", the pearl said, she seemed wore weary of Greg, acting a bit defensive near him. "Alright! Time for Mr universe and the crystal gems!", Greg announced, as the camera counted down to start the video.

As the music started, Steven quickly decided to get out of there, he just couldn't take it anymore. He ran away back to home as fast as he could, no one noticed him thankfully and they kept playing their loud music. Steven rushed back home and slammed the door behind him, scaring blue and lapis who where on the couch together. "My Steven what is wrong!?", pearl said, going up to check on him, "you look awful", he really did, he was shaking, sweating and fighting away tears. "I'll talk about it later", Steven studdered, going to his room. Steven spent about half an hour in his room, just screaming into his pillow, his anger for his father was indescribable.

As Steven tried to lay on his bed and calm himself down, the door opened, It was lapis lazuli. "Hey there Steven", she said, walking into his room and sitting on the edge of his bed, "you looked really upset, are you ok?", Steven looked at lapis and took a deep breath, he needed to prepare himself for what he was about to tell her, he needed to make sure he wouldn't cry. "My dad, that Greg guy you know he is...", Steven stopped himself and took another deep breath, lapis waited patiently for him to continue, "he is.....I SAW HIM WITH THE CRYSTAL GEMS", he broke, bursting into tears and triggering his powers, causing a dark blue aura to fill the room and cause lapis to cry.

"He is what!?", lapis exclaimed as the powers made her cry giant tears, "HE'S FRIENDS WITH THE ROSE QUARTZ!", Steven hysterically cried. Lapis tried to hug him to calm him down, "steven, this is something really crazy, we must not tell blue diamond of this", she said, looking at him in his eyes, "why?", Steven asked, through tears. Lapis felt a bit of fear come over her before she spoke, she must be very careful with her words here, "we will tell her later, she isn't in the right state now", she looked down to steven,"if we told her now, her rage will be unstoppable and uncontrollable".

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