#its ok lady ill keep you safe

[delphi-shield]

what is wrong with yall she's my baby why would you take her from me. look at her sweet face. you would take the kitty? from her mother??

tag game: pick stuff from your room and have people vote on which one they want to take home.

this was so fun oh my gosh THANK YOU @ghostdice for the tag!!

I HAVE THE EXACT PULSE OXIMETER YOU DO!! and i couldn't bear to take either leon from you...so i went with the stickers :) your collection is UNMATCHED!!

have fun ya kleptos, mis cosas son tus cosas <3

tagging: @celamoon, @hiya-itsamber, @delphi-shield, and @inkonparchment. i want what's in your rooms. nyeow.

and as always, join in if you'd like!!

[lillylvjy]

hello my beloved lils, i haveth a request for thee. okay hear me out on this one . so, yk the acting stream with jack, wilbur and tommy yeah? yeah that but you're there and wilbur keeps flirting with you every chance he gets and you aren't sure if he's doing it for a bit or if he actually means it and at the end when youre all about to go home you kinda pull him to the side and ask him like "what was up with that bit you kept pulling lmao" and he goes "what bit?" and you say "you kept flirting with me!" and he smiles at you and goes "oh, that wasn't a bit." ill let you come up with the rest runs away sosorry its so long and if it doesnt make sense dm me and ill try to explain it better ily mwah mwah

I love this so much mwah mwah ilym

Warnings// two sexual jokes, swearing!, teasing, flirting, it’s all fluff!, a little hint at jealous Wilbur…., tell me if I missed anything

Not edited and 4.8k words:-)

In other words ( until the end of time)

^^it’ll make sense

Wilbur, Jack, and Tommy all agreed to do the acting challenge stream they did a year ago, but in an actual film studio. You honestly don’t know how you got dragged into this, but all you know is being spammed by the trio and being asked to be in the stream. You obviously said yes. I mean, why would you say no! Three of your funniest friends wanted you to be in the stream!

Jack picked all three of you up and of course Tommy called passenger seat. So you and Wilbur were in the back. You don’t know what was up with him, but he kept brushing his hand against yours when it was on the seat. Kept sending you songs random songs throughout the car ride. Don’t get me wrong, you loved it. But it was just strange.

Once you got to the studio, all four of you got hooked up and ready to go. The production crew got the stream up and running as you asked Wilbur how you looked.

“Like an angel darling. Don’t worry about how you look, you always look good.” He said pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead.

Hmm. Again… what is he doing?

I mean, yes he’s done it before to you but not just in general. The last time he did it was almost a year ago when you found out your ex-boyfriend cheated on you and he was there to comfort you. But you can’t lie, you did enjoy it. Made you feel safe and loved.

“Ok camera on in 5,4,3,2,1! And we’re on!” A lady said.

“Good luck, darling.” Wilbur quickly whispered.

You smiled at him as Wilbur and Tommy both stared out into space like they were bored or something.

“Welcome to the stream! Everybody. Hello, we are in a film-“ Jack started but got distracted by Tommy’s facial expression.

“What the hell are you two doing?” You asked both boys. Wilbur sent you a glare and kicked your leg. “Ow! you bitch.” You said back to him as you flicked his forehead. You knew he was in pain by the way his face faltered for a moment but he quickly went back to a stoic facial expression.

“We’re in a film studio. As you can see around me, there are lights-“ Tommy and Wilbur looked around the room like they’d been in a horror movie. You just stayed standing, your arms crossed as you waited for Jack to be done with the intro.

“Cameras that you can’t see-“

“I‘ve been staring at the edge of the water-“

“Oh looks a shark!” Tommy exclaims, bringing up his mic that’s connected to his shirt to his mouth and starts making shark sounds.

“Jesus Christ, can we get this on with please. Chat I was forced to come here!” You yelled at the camera.

“No! You came at your free will!” Jack argued. You just stuck your tongue out at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder.

“If you can’t tell-“ Jack started, but Wilbur cut him off.

“For the improve bit, we weren’t improving. You just started-“

“What the hell do you mean improve?!” You exclaimed at Wilbur.

“Did you guys plan a bit?” Jack asked.

“Yeah but like, he just kind of did it….” Wilbur said. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, silently telling him to go on with what they were going to do, but Jack beat him to it.

“Guys! We’re in a green!”

“Guys! We are in the forest!” Tommy exaggerates.

“We’re in the big green and what we’re going to be doing is, a year ago, Wilbur did a stream, uh, we’re we came up with improve scenarios and acted them out, uh, and that was it! We just sat in a big discord call because it was Covid and I thought what if we did that but in a green screen studio with costumes and props and another lovely person because that would be better. Everyone give it up for Y/n!” Jack said as everyone started clapping for you.

You looked into the camera with a straight face. “Help me. Please. I need help.” You said as Wilbur put you in a head lock. Tommy and Jack started laughing as you fell against Wilbur. Wilbur quickly picked you up and held you from behind.

“So you won’t fall this type love.” He said. He knew you were faking it, but it still felt nice to hold you like this. To be this close to you and to be near you.

Wilbur’s thoughts got interrupted as Jack continued. “So essentially, I did his idea but better.” Jack concluded as Wilbur started to do that weird dance he does. He stands back up and acts like nothing happened.

“So! How’s life in the green? Very good, uh, it’s, it’s almost unsettlingly one color uh and I can’t wear green clothes, which is my favorite color of clothes.”

“That’s just not true.” Wilbur concluded.

“You don’t know that!” Jack got defensive

“That’s not true.”

“How do you know?” Jack challenged

“How much of your merch was green? You’re telling me you didn’t use your favorite color for merch?” Wilbur said back.

“Yeah. Two of the, two of the items were green. no other item was, no other color-“ Jack got cut off as Tommy made noises in his ear and as Wilbur leaned in and grabbed his cheek, as if he were going to kiss him. Damn do you wish that was you… anyways!

“That was not improvised! Actually is was but it was uncomfortable.” Jack said as Wilbur laughed.

“No, I’d only fully commit if it was Y/n.” Wilbur confessed as he sent you a wink. Your eyes widened and you covered your face from being shown. You knew your were red from the heat radiating off of your skin.

When you looked up, Wilbur cooed at you as chat pointed it out.

“Aww look at the little baby!” Wilbur said as patted your head. You sent a flat his way and punched his forearm.

“So!” Tommy started but didn’t know what else to say.

“So what are we doing jack?”

“Yeah. What are we doing?” You asked, genuinely not knowing what you were supposed to to.

“You big dominant man! Tell us what to do.” Tommy finished.

“He keeps saying this! He keeps saying you’re so dominant and we’re, we’re not.”

“Breed-able.” Wilbur finishes for jack.

“Speak for yourselves. I’m more dominant than any of you bitches. That’s just a fact.” You said. Tommy looked at you, mortified. Wilbur had a stupid smirk on his face and Jack was confused.

“Hm. Would you like to show me darling?” Wilbur asked. Again. You got flustered and punched his shoulder.

“Absolutely not!” You yelled at him. Your voice muffled from your hands covering your face. Wilbur just stood there laughing at you.

After chat made fun of Jack’s height. And Wilbur and Tommy getting distracted. You guys finally started the improvising.

The first scenario you and Wilbur were cows. As Tommy and Jack improvised you and Wilbur kept crawling around everywhere. As you passed him by, Wilbur bumped your hip and made you fall over.

“Asshole.” You whispered at him as you kicked his leg. He laughed and just kept crawling as you stayed there.

“Honk! Do the classic honk special! Throw him off!” Tommy said to Wilbur as he fell down on top of you.

“Oof!” You said, as Wilbur exchanged all his weight onto you.

He rolled off of you and faced you. “Look at that love. I fell for you. Hard you could even say.” Wilbur teased. You rolled your eyes and looked up at Jack who was pointing the gun at you both.

“But not this cow, this is my prized cow!” Tommy said pointing at Wilbur’s.

“Ok, what the fuck about me you bitch!” You said at Tommy as you and Wilbur started to crawl again.

“Ahh! It’s talking!” Tommy exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and continued crawling.

Jack went over to Wilbur and pointed his gun at him.

“Any last words?” Jacks asked.

Wilbur slowly stood up and grabbed the gun and walked towards the camera.

“Beef is one of the most inefficient meats you can eat. Hundreds of acres of land are used for the production of beef stock. Milk, every kind. Go Vegan today to save Honk.” Wilbur concluded his heartfelt speech.

You scoffed. “Yeah. And you just had a burger before we came here, so what does that make you?” You challenged Wilbur as they all started laughing.

“Y/n is after you today.” Jack said to Wilbur.

“If you love being vegan as much as I love falafel….” Tommy said but never finished. Everyone started laughing at that comment and agreed to go to the next scenario.

You guys did a couple more scenarios, until something more chaotic appeared.

The sims scenario.

Tommy and Wilbur started as sims and you and Jack were the players. You controlling Wilbur, Jack controlling a Tommy.

You and Jack ran to get chairs and sat them next to each other.

“Wilbur, you need to shit. Like right now.” You said to Wilbur as he turned to go to the bathroom. “Actually cancel that! I need the relationship status on you two to go up.” You said as you watched Wilbur and Tommy act like fools.

“Go play tennis together.” Jack insisted.

Wilbur and Tommy stomped around the small space as they “made their way” to the tennis court.

You and Jack looked at each other and started laughing as they started to play the tennis game.

“What the fuck is going on?!” You whispered to Jack.

“I don’t fucking know, but I’m enjoying it for sure!” He laughed back.

“Wilbur, you have to shit now. Go.” You said as Wilbur walked to the bathroom.

“Tommy go cook Mac and cheese.” Jack said.

Tommy started to sing a tune as he “made” Mac and cheese. Wilbur kept walking and ran into you. He kept running into your knees until you grabbed his waist, turned him around and and pushed him back over to Tommy.

“Wilbur, no. Cancel that and wash your hands.” You said as he was about to go to the bathroom again.

“Now save some of that for Wilbur.” Jack said as Tommy gagged up some of the Mac and cheese.

“Ok what the fuck!” You yelled as you grimaced.

“Wilbur go eat some Mac! You’re hungry.” You told Wilbur.

Wilbur walked over and looked like he had no clue where to go. He eventually waved his arm around in a greeting manor as you and Jack absolutely lost it.

“Wilbur. No. Cancel that! Stop going to the bathroom!” You yelled at him. “Walk into the living room.” You concluded.

“Tommy. Go use the oven.” Jack demanded.

Wilbur crouched down and ate his Mac and cheese, as Tommy used the oven very poorly.

“Wilbur go pick up the cat. Go play with you.” You told Wilbur. He turned to you and walked over to you. You looked at him, confused as to why he was coming over to you, until he picked you up bridle style. You squeaked and wrapped your hands tightly around his neck as you both looked at each other. You both held eye contact as you stared into each others eyes. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite read. Longing? Security? Desperation? You didn’t know, but all you knew was that you didn’t want this moment to end at all. You loved his eyes and how you could get lost in them at any moment.

Your thoughts soon got interrupted as Tommy started petting your head. You looked over at Tommy and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Aww” Tommy cooed as Wilbur gently put you back down in your seat and walked over to the bathroom again.

“No Wil! Cancel.” You told him.

“Play a practical joke on Tom, Wilbur.” You instructed Wil.

Wilbur crept up behind Tommy and pretended to scare him.

“Booooo! That sucked!” You yelled at Wilbur attempted at scaring Tommy.

As Wilbur was going to the bathroom, Jack instructed Tommy to go speak to him.

“Tommy insult his girlfriend.” Jack told Tommy.

Tommy did some motions and pointed at you, which made you a little confused.

“You fucking what?” Wilbur suddenly got serious. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said… I called her out on the street,” Tommy started, but soon got pushed back by Wilbur.

“What the fuck is wrong with you.” Wilbur said, in a hushed, serious tone.

“I said she was hot!” Tommy said to Wilbur. You don’t know if anyone else caught it, but you saw a slight change in Wilbur eyes. Something like jealousy? Rage? You couldn’t tell exactly, but it surprised you. Was he actually mad at Tommy for calling you hot? What is going on?

“Look up there.” Wilbur pointed. Tommy looked up as Wilbur “slapped” him.

“Wilbur go to the bathroom.” You pointed.

“Tommy go take a shower” Jack instructed Tommy.

Tommy went into the bathroom as Wilbur quickly came out.

“Wilbur sit down on the coach.” You told Wilbur. Once he was in front of you, you rubbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “What was that over there? Were you actually mad?” You asked him. He ignored you and continued looking forward.

“Tommy the showers made you feel flirty.” Jack demanded.

Wait, hold on. I’m done.“ Wilbur said while laughing.

Tommy put his arm around you and wiggles his eyebrows as you looked up at him and laughed.

“At this point we swap.” Wilbur told you and Jack as Wilbur picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Wilbur. Put me down, you’re gonna drop me!” You screamed at him, grilling his waist tightly.

“You think that lowly of me darling? I wouldn’t drop you in a million years.” He set you down on the floor and cupped your face, out of the cameras view. “I mean that. In every way possible.” Wilbur said to you as he rubbed your cheek bones.

“I’ll be in charge of Jack!” Tommy yelled, and yet again, interrupted the scene.

You couldn’t remember anything after that. All you could think about was Wilbur’s words and his eyes.

After everything was packed up and stream ended. You couldn’t get his words out of your head.

“I mean that. In every way possible.”

What does he mean by that?

He surely doesn’t like me, right? He can’t like me. The last time I checked he was swooning over someone else.

“Hey would you guys want to get something to eat while we’re out?” Jack asked, taking you away from your very loud thoughts.

“Yeah why not!” You said in return.

As everyone began to leave, you quickly grabbed Wilbur and pulled him to the side.

“Hey, what you said early, that was a bit right?” You asked him.

“A bit?”

“Yeah. All that flirting and shit. You were just joking correct?” You asked a little more firmly now.

“Um, no I wasn’t.” Wilbur concluded as he frowned at you.

“What?” You asked to no one in particular.

“Love, everything I’ve said, is true. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember and I’m finally at my breaking point. I can’t hold back my feelings any longer or pretend that I don’t feel something for you every time I see you laugh and smile. I could go on a whole rant about how much I love every part of you, inside and out, but no words could ever suffice my feelings for you. Y/n, I love you. With everything in me. And you don’t have to respond now or at all if you don’t even feel the same. I would understand completely. But I just wanted you to know, that I will always love you. No matter what you chose or feel.” Wilbur concluded.

You looked into his eyes, tears threatening to fall out as you looked up at the man you’ve loved for, jesus, forever! You couldn’t speak or do anything. The only think you could think to do is kiss him. So that’s what you did.

You grabbed Wilbur by the back of his neck and pulled his lips down onto yours. The kiss was slow, yet full of desperation and love.

Wilbur pulled you in closer to him by the hips as he deepened the kiss, still not fully believing that you were kissing him.

His crush was kissing him!

“Ah!” Wilbur and you both pulled apart and knocked out of your thoughts, as you both looked over and saw Tommy looking at you with a mortified look and Jack was looking at you both with a smirk on his face. “Why is it always meeeeeeee! I need therapy now! Tommy complained as he walked out of the studio to the car.

Jack walked over and oat Wilbur’s shoulder. “After 5 months, you finally got the balls to do it. I’m proud of ya’” Jack said in a joking tone as you winked at you both and left to go see how Tommy was doing.

“What’s does he mean by ‘after 5 months’?” You ask Wilbur, confused with the sudden timeline change.

“Wait? You didn’t realize?!” Wilbur stopped you.

“Realize what?” You exclaimed back at him, even more confused.

“For the last 5 months I’ve been flirting and giving hints to you that I liked you. I thought they were obvious but clearly you are oblivious and didn’t catch them!” Wilbur said as he started walking again.

“Hey! I’m not that oblivious. Only when it comes to flirting. I suck at it.” You said.

“Yeah you do.” Wilbur agreed as you slapped his shoulder.

“You aren’t supposed to agree dumbass!”

“What?! you are!” He exclaimed.

You grabbed his hand and linked it with yours. “Well maybe you have to teach me?” You said, looking up at him.

“Gladly darling. My place after dinner?” Wilbur asked, a smirk on his face as you walked to the car.

“Oh absolutely.” You looked up at Will as you both stopped in front of the car. You went on your tip toes and pulled Wilbur into another kiss.

“Ok, nope. Not here and definitely not now! I just got over my trauma!” Tommy exclaimed. Wilbur scoffed at him as he hit the back of the younger boys head.

Jack came over to the two of you after Tommy got in the car. “He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s happy for you both. He was rooting for you since the day Wilbur told him he fancied you. Stubborn child that one is.” Jack concluded getting into his side of the car.

“Ok, once we get to your apartment we are cuddling and watching movies. No getting out of it.” You told Wilbur as you walked to your side of the car.

“I couldn’t try to even if I wanted to love.” He told you before getting in.

You truly did love him with all your heart. Or as Arctic Monkeys say:

“In other words, until the end of time”

taglist: @deadphantomsociety

[brainddeadd]

Braindead Reviews

The Walking Dead: Season 4

Overall thoughts:

Daryl brain rot.

Fuck the Governor.

What kind of ending is that!!!

S4, ep 1

They’ve made the prison look good man 

Oh damn it’s a full community 

That’s so cool 

They’ve got a mini farm and vegetable crops holy shit 

Carl naming a pig even though they’re gonna have to kill it for food 

Everyone greeting Daryl and him not knowing what the fuck to do with that 

“Just so you know, I liked you first.” Carol I love you 

HES SO AWKWARD I LOVE HIM 

THE AGGRESSIVE FINGER LICKING DARYL PLEASE 

The longer hair is lookin good damn 

How’d they make my man finer 

“Sorry, Pookie” CAROL MY BELOVED 

He is now my Pookie 

Always and forever Pookie 

TYRESE AND MAMA STILINSKI ?!?!?!?

BETH AND RANDO ?!?!?!?

“It’s a damn romance novel.” Its ok Pookie, you’re just lonely 

Michonne on a horse.. is there anything this lady can’t do ??

Michonne bringing back comics for Carl - mother 

“Your face is losing the war.” YES PLEASE SHAVE IT BACK A BIT 

She’s looking for the Governor and I get it but please stay safe my love

“Dad, that’s for kids.” You are the kids Carl. 

Holy shit she’s a person 

Not the kids naming the walkers 

HOMICIDE COP 🤣🤣🤣

DARYL FUCKING WITH HIM 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Oh holy crap - the helicopter crash and shit on the roof 

Michonne killing the cardboard cutout of the zombie in the shop 

Ex-army medic guy is kinda weird 

Jesus christ dude that’s one way to get the walkers attention 

Oh shit not the roof caving in 

Idk how I feel about the chick in the woods 

Oh YUCK the scalp being left on the floor as the walker gets up 

Beths rando getting killed shit 

Carol teaching the kids how to defend themselves during Story Time 

Maggie thought she was pregnant ?!?!?!?

Daryl telling Beth - how was he the best person for that job 

“Just tired of losing people is all.” Pookie 

DOES HE NOT KNOW HOW TO HUG 

Oh god there’s a sickness in the prison 

DON’T USE THE COMMUNAL WATER DICKHEAD YOU’LL GET EVERYONE SICK 

OH SHIT 

HE’S DEAD 

S4, ep 2

WHOS LURING THE WALKERS TO THE PRISON 

Tyrese please don’t sing 

Please don’t let Mama Stilinski die 

Glenn taking a polaroid of Maggie and refusing to throw it away my loves I adore them 

Michonne is that boys mother, you can’t tell me otherwise 

“It ain’t a breech.” No it’s not pookie 

Jesus that’s so many dead 

Carol having to kill that man and his eldest daughter deciding to do it 

Daryl knowing that one of the dead locked himself in cause he used to sleep walk 

“Gotta be.” Pookie you can say you’re not ok

The mans 2 daughters are fucken weird 

Michonne not wanting to hold Judith - hmm, I have thoughts 

MICHONNE CRYING 

IDSVUDSJKVNDS

NO THE POOR PIGS FUCK

WHYD THAT MAKE ME CRY 

THEIR PANICKED SQUEALING 

NO 

PLEASE NO

THEY BURNT MAMA STILINSKI AND THE OTHER DUDE ?!?!?!?!

S4, ep 3

Daryl stopping Rick and Carol from stepping in with Tyrese 

Rick and Tyrese fighting 

Sasha getting sick fuck 

“He’s already given me fleas.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Tyrese dude, she’s dead and its an apocalypse, keep others alive before you hunt down whoever burnt her 

GOD 

NO 

NOT GLENN 

PLEASE NO 

Daryl working on the car.. fuck 

“Put a bolt in them for what they did.” Please do pookie

Why am I suspicious of the child ???

Carl’s growing up 

“What’s that word?” “Zananavere” “Yeah, we need you.” So real for that - yes, I spelt it wrong

A voice on the radio 

THATS A LOT OF WALKERS HOLY SHIT 

“Make a run for the woods and don’t stop for nothing.” Daryl baby, if they don’t stop for you, ill kill them 

Why is tyrese just sitting there? Run boy 

Not him sacrificing himself for the others 

HE’S ALIVE

Wait

CAROL burnt them 

Holy shit

S4, ep 4

Daryl taking something back for the people at the prison - for a grave

Michonne’s smile 

Of course Daryl can Hotwire a car 

The 2 in the house are a bit.. idk 

More mechanic Daryl my beloved 

Daryl is so comforting in such a brutal way 

“It was easier than telling an ER nurse I fell down the stairs for the third time.” I know he’s dead, but imma kill him 

The chick from the house is dead 

“You should have kept walking that day.” Fuck ok 

Feral Daryl getting up in his face - Jesus 

Daryl’s growling 

“You take one sip before those meds get into our people, I will beat your ass into the ground.” I don’t think that should have been that attractive to me 

Rick dude, they were gonna die. Y’all didn’t even have a plan to go get the meds when she killed them.

Rick you can’t kick Carol out the fuck is wrong with you 

If she goes, Daryl goes man 

RICK

DON’T YOU DARE 

I hate you Rick Grimes 

S4, ep 5

I hate you Rick Grimes 

The kid treating the walker like a dog 

OH SHIT THE FENCE IS DOWN 

Its all gone to shit 

Not Daryl and the others arriving back after it’s all been done 

Oh god they have to tell Daryl 

His instant concern 

NOT THE FUCKEN GOVERNOR 

FUCK OFF

JUST DIE ALREADY 

S4, ep 6

Oh please don’t let this be an episode about the fucken governor yuck 

Oh these poor people that have found him 

Yeah I skipped his episode soz fuck that guy 

S4, ep 7

Its still him fuck 

Skipped 

Not him coming across Michonne and Hershel at the end 

S4, ep 8

HE TOOK MICHONNE AND HERSHEL

Daryl’s growl while talking about Carol being gone 

Who’s leaving the fucken rats around 

Governor fuck off now 

Go die 

Jesus Christ 

Daryl don’t let Carl do anything stupid 

The governor is fucking insane 

Hershel looks so proud of Rick 

NO 

NO 

NO 

NO 

ABSOLUTELY NOT 

NO 

WHAT THE FUCK 

NO

HERSHAL PLEASE 

YES THE GOVERNOR WAS HIT 

DARYLS GROWL BEFORE HE STARTS SHOOTING 

MICHONNE RUN

LIVE 

PLEASE 

YOU GOTTA LIVE 

Oh god not Rick getting shot 

NO 

DON’T HURT HERSHAL MORE 

FUCK

OH OH OH YES

THE NEW CHICK SEEING HIM BE SO FUCKING VILE WHILE HOLDING HER DEAD DAUGHTER YES 

Daryl my beloved with the grenade 

Beth where the fuck are you 

The little kids killing someone 

The Governor getting the best of Rick 

MICHONNE GETTING THE GOVERNOR 

YES

HELL YEAH

THATS MY GIRL 

Daryl throwing a grenade in the tank 

Well.. the prison’s gone 

S4, ep 9

Michonne getting her walkers on a leash again 

Rick being a dick ngl

They’re both being dicks

FLASH BACK TO MICHONNE’S LIFE 

SHE HAD A PARTNER 

AND A CHILD 

Carl stop talking to your dad while he’s unconscious 

“I’d be fine if you died.” CARL NO

Him running into the door and not being able to open it 🤣🤣🤣🤣

The walker in the house 

‘Walker in side. Got my shoe. Didn’t get me.’ 

Fuck Michonne 

Carl thinking he’s going to have to kill his dad is fucking heartbreaking 

“112 ounces of pudding.” That- Carl- ok

Michonne crying because she’s so happy to find them 

WHAT DID RICK SEE TO MAKE HIM LAUGH

S4, ep 10

DARYLLLL

Conveying he’s sorry for the Hershal comment with his expression rather than words is such a Daryl thing to do 

Arms 

He’s so gentle but in a like.. brutal way 

Throwing the crossbow on the ground so he can save Beth 

Oh Tyrese has Judith, thank god 

I don’t trust those 2 little girls 

Who’s screaming????

AYO GET OUR HAND OFF THE BABIES MOUTH 

The eldest kid is a fucking psychopath 

CAROLLLLLL

Terminus … do we trust it ??

Glenn boy you better be ok 

HE’S IN THE OVERRUN PRISON HOLY SHIT 

“She’s my wife.” Hell yeah she is buddy 

WHO ARE THESE GUYS THE FUCK

“What else you got?” Ew 

S4, ep 11

Carl and Michonne acting like besties 

Not Carl ignoring her attempt to make him feel better 

Her telling Carl about her son 

What is going on in the house Rick’s hiding in ???

THE RICK GRIMES HEAD TURN 

Abraham, Rosita, Eugene 

How can he possibly know what caused this ???

How can someone in a fucking zombie apocalypse be that useless with a gun ?!?!?!

Oh yuck - those guys are disgusting - Rick, kill them 

Actually, Michonne, kill them 

Rosita going with Glenn and the other chick - the others following 

Terminus again 

S4, ep 12

DARYL YES

Not him and Beth hiding in the trunk of a car 

The snake 🤢🤢🤢🤢

Beth you’re like 17, you’re not having alcohol 

Daryl has forgotten how to talk I see 

WHY YOU FLIPPING HIM OFF 

HES KEEPING YOU ALIVE 

DUMBASS 

Why is she so fixated on alcohol like girly leave it alone - if you gotta run for your life, alcohol is gonna make that so much harder 

Daryl keeping the money and the jewels 

‘Rich bitch’ on a dead woman who’s been posed on a mannequin - Beth being bothered by it and Daryl probably knowing people who would have done that 

Daryl beating the crap out of the walker, even though he could have just killed him quickly - thats the first time he’s shown any outward sign of his rage at losing the prison and the others 

“Peach schnapps. Is it good?” “No.” Correct 

Daryl throwing darts at the pictures of the people on the wall instead of the dart board - the anger continues 

“Ain’t gonna have your first drink be no damned peach schnapps.” 🤣🤣

MOONSHINE 

DARYL SHES LIKE 12 

“That’s a real first drink right there.” DARYL 

Jesus Christ that’s how Daryl lived 

“Mr. Dixon” eugh 

WHY IS SHE DOING A DRINKING GAME WITH HIM

GIRLY IK HES HOT BUT YOURE A CHILD 

“I ain’t never needed a game to get lit before.” Pookie please 

Things we learn about Daryl in this game

He’s never been out of Georgia 

Been drunk and done things he’s regretted - a lot of them 

Never been on vacation - camping was for hunting and survival 

Him being offended when she does the “never been in jail” line - “is that what you think of me?”

“CAN’T HEAR YOU! I’M TAKING A PISS!!” DARYL PLEASE 

Things we might have learnt but it could be fake cause he’s pissed

never had frozen yoghurt (now that’s just cruel) 

had a pet pony

got anything from Santa

relied on anyone for protection 

relied on anyone for anything (you were abused pookie)

never sung in front of people in public like it was fun (ok that one’s fair)

cut his wrists looking for attention (low blow)

Aggressively trying to teach her how to shoot the crossbow - wonder how much Norman apologised for the physicality later 

“I want you to stop acting like you don’t give a crap about anything. Like nothing we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anything to you. It’s bullshit.” “Is that what you think?” “That’s what I know.”

“I ain’t afraid of nothing.” 

Oh god his voice cracks 

A HUG 

FOR DARYL 

FINALLY 

BRO NEEDS IT 

NO NO NO NO DONT YOU DARE CRY DARYL DIXON MY POOR HEART WONT TAKE IT 

“Yeah, I’m a dick when I’m drunk.” Pookie, you’re a dick like 97% of the time

“I thought I was dead. Over a dumb cartoon about a talking dog.” Daryl, sweetie, I’m so glad your brother is dead.

“I was nobody. Nothing. Some redneck asshole and an even bigger asshole for a brother.” 

“I’m just used to this. Things being ugly.”

“You’re gonna be the last man standing.” I see that 

“You’re gonna miss me so bad when I’m gone, Daryl Dixon.” Fucken foreshadowing at this point 

I can not for the life of me tell if she’s flirting with him or not 

ARE THEY ACTUALLY GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN 

Crazy assholes actually did it 

S4, ep 13

Who is this?

Is this the ‘backstory’ of the dude who wanted the alcohol?????

It is alcohol man!!

Ok so with Maggie and Sasha 

Teaching Beth how to track and use the crossbow 

Dad!Daryl to the rescue when Beth gets hurt 

“This is a serious piggyback. Jump up.” Daryl marry me

Holding hands for comfort: cute. But if its anything else.. GIRLY HIS BEARD IS GOING GREY ADN YOU ARE A CHILD 

Sasha trying to get them safe and Maggie lost in her grief 

Daryl yuck don’t do that (do that to me tho) - the jar in the house by the cemetery 

Why’s she playing the piano - they’re meant to be quiet 

“This is the comfiest bed I’ve had in years.” IT’S A COFFIN DARYL 

I am Concerned Daryl Dixon 

How is a coffin the comfiest bed ?!?!?!? SIR??

I am trying really really hard to keep it that she is a child and he’s old enough to be her dad - PLEASE DONT BE A CREEP DIXON SHE’S 17 

I did some googling cause it was bothering me - they met when Beth was 16, she’s currently 17 and she dies when she’s 18. If ANYTHING happens between them, I’m turning off. (I knew she died it’s not a spoiler).

Maggie ditching the others to look for Glenn - writing messages in blood 

Daryl is at peak dad energy this episode 

A DOG 

CUTE 

Beth stop pushing the emotionally constipated man for his feelings 

NOT JUST A DOG

PLEASE LET THE DOG BE OK

Making sure she gets out the house safely 

WAS BETH JUST KIDNAPPED ?!?!?!?!

God he was running all night 

ALCOHOIC AND SASHA KISSING 

Maggie waiting for Sasha and Bob in the town 

Who the fuck has found Daryl?

IT’S THE CREEPS FROM THE HOUSE RICK WAS IN 

Glenn found the Terminus sign, thank god 

S4, ep 14

Is someone playing.. with a walker 

This eldest girl is fucken weird 

WHY THE FUCK IS SHE WAVING AT THE WALKERS 

The younger girl is also fucken weird 

Jesus Christ what the fuck is she doing 

She’s feeding the fucken walker 

THE OLDER ONE KILLED THE YOUNGER ONE 

THE FUCK

She was feeding the walkers at the prison 

Fucken hell 

Carol having to kill the girl she was supposed to protect is foul and cruel 

Telling Tyrese that she burnt the others, giving him a gun - holy shit 

“I forgive you.” Oh 

S4, ep 15

Abraham is really good at reading people 

Glenn taking off when he finds the sign from Maggie 

Daryl bby leave those creeps 

Carl and Michonne having fun together 

Oh you did not just invade on Daryl’s kill AND call Daryl Dixon “boy”. You gone die 

OH HES TALKING ABOUT BETH 

YOU GONE DIE 

Did this fucker just insinuate that ?!?!?! 

Daryl kill him 

He looks like a lil kid having his candy taken from him 

Don’t stop at noon - wasting time 

“Some of you ain’t exactly friendly.” Have you met you?

Did he just compare Daryl to a cat ???

Eugene is creepy 

And annoying 

Rosita queen 

What did they see? 

Dickhead needs to back up from Pookie 

Telling Glenn to go yes, but he won’t

MAGGIE AND GLENN YES

Glenn not telling Maggie that Tara was with the Governor is certainly a choice 

I get the feeling that Eugene isn’t saying something 

He’s leaving something out 

Or he’s lying 

They killed dickhead holy shit 

THEY’RE HUNTING RICK 

CAUSE HE KILLED THEIR MAN TO ESCAPE

Glenn and Maggie arriving at Terminus - why do I have a bad feeling about this?

Mary 

S4, ep 16

WHY IS RICK COVERED IN BLOOD THE FUCK 

CARL ?!?!

MICHONNE ?!?!?!

OH GOD DID THOSE DICKHEADS FIND THEM ?!!?

Those dickheads have in fact found Rick

“These people, you’re gonna let them go. These are good people.” Yes pookie save them 

“You want blood. I get it. Take it from me, man.” UH NO 

OR WE COULD NOT 

DON’T

STOP 

NO 

FUCKEN HELL 

LEAVE HIM ALONE 

The Rick Grimes Head Tilt 

Carl’s crying really reminds you that he’s still a child 

AYO

IS THAT DUDE GONNA RAPE CARL 

HOLY SHIT RICK

HE JUST RIPPED THAT DUDES NECK OUT WITH HIS TEETH 

HOLY SHIT 

“He’s mine.” Oh fuck

Dripping in blood, having just ripped someones neck out, and pissed off cause you dared to touch his son.. you’re dead dead dead 

He just gutted that man like a pig 

Holy fuck 

Michonne cradling Carl - thank you 

Carl lying on Michonnes lap like she’s his mum - imma cry 

Daryl looking out for Carl, making Rick clean the blood off 

Daryl Dixon don’t you dare blame yourself for those dickheads - you were trying to survive 

“You’re my brother.”

“What you did last night, anybody would have done that.” If someone tried to rape my kid, hell yeah I would 

Michonne and Rick have this way of understanding each other and it’s beautiful 

They’ve made it to Terminus 

Her walkers on the leash were her boyfriend and their friend - they were high in the damn apocalypse 

Carl bby you’re not a monster. You’re the product of your horrific circumstances and the shit you’ve had to do to survive. 

Gareth and Alex 

Don’t take their weapons pls 

“Hate to see the other guy.” “You would.”

“They deserve it?” “Yes.” Carl bby, yes they did 

Rick seeing belongings from other members of their group - putting a gun to Alex, Daryl jumping in with 0 hesitation 

Even in a zombie apocalypse I cannot escape lego 

JUST TELL RICK WHERE YOU GOT THE WATCH BRO 

YO

WHAT 

THE 

FUCK 

WHO 

IS 

IN

THE 

CRATES 

Why does the letter ‘A’ keep showing up ???

GLENN 

MAGGIE

“Now they’re friends of ours.” Yes they are pookie 

“They’re gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out.” … “They’re fucking with the wrong people.” 

What a way to end the season fuck 

[awellboiledicicle]

So the polycule talked me into playing Corruption of Champions under the me-bait of calling it research.

It's actually very fun, the problem is i keep having the rpg worry of "oh no i just spent 5 days looking for wood and nails, what if i miss Plot Events?" and then remembering those really only depend on me popping up with specific stat levels.

So far I have an ant wife with 25 children [and counting] building a subterranean network down the way, a monk named Jojo helping me stave off corruption while watching me try very hard to not drop shit on myself while building a house. Because he's not helping. Which, fair, he's in his anime meditation of angst. I have 6 kids with this goblin lady that keeps showing up at random. And a litter of mouse babies with a mouse girl that was like "listen i need to repopulate my village/rebuild my people and you're not a rape happy corruption beast. Help?" and i was like "ok sure" and then we became friends and i think she likes me after i helped deliver the babies. I keep trying to visit her and check on the kiddos but a ghost in the ruins is super into me and keeps intercepting me. C'mon ma'am they're all gonna think i'm skipping child support. I'm also in a relationship with a chronically ill lizard guy that's teaching me magic. A wolf lady on the guard of the only safe town i've found so far that's got severe loneliness issues that she drowns in alcohol [we talked about it, and i told her she doesn't have to change things if she doesn't want to, but being aware of why she leans on drink is important]. A catgirl i'm slowly trying to train into being a guard so she can have literally any life that isn't "i live in an alley behind the pawn shop and live off stolen milk". She's sweet but also slow going on the authority learning because she's seen the other side and yeah. I wish her story was more "and you can come adventure with me c:" instead of "listen, the only skills you got are be a cop because all that takes is hitting things".

Also i found a gargoyle that was abused by her former master and has trauma around sex. I take my time to reassure her and learn about her and help her clean up the cathedral she's in.

Also there's a bunny dancer that's zero'd in on me but since i keep forgetting to go to the bar i've seen her 1 whole time. Also there's a cupcake seller that i'm 90% sure is supposed to just be nymph pinkie pie.

All this is very fun but also i'm sitting here wondering how the reality warping that lets you travel around easily effects the environment. And how the time dilation wrapped into the pregnancy kink would effect the ecology. Because if a goblin takes like 3 days max to have two kids, and i can fuck more than one at a time, that means there should be hella goblins. The game mentions, however, there are factors that curb the population but doesn't say what. Am deeply curious. Also deeply curious what importing the ant wife from the desert is going to do to the forest, but that's more long term.

Also there's like. dungeons? to clear and explore? but i keep being very sure i'm gonna die if i go in there so every time i see one in like. the desert the sphynx is like "you gonna go in?" "maybe next time" "you wanna fuck?" "nah im looking for nails"

I also keep trying to fight the antlion monsters. Which just leads into it cooing that we're not so different because my character isn't 100% Big Man Of Fuck Mountain Masc, before knocking me up with eggs. Which is fine, but i can only assume my pants are a fucking lost cause at this point.

I also befriended the giant turtle lady in the lake.

A narrative running trend i'm noticing is a wild amount of loneliness and isolation brought on by how others react to peoples bodies. The violence of the actual demon invasion is one thing, but the knock on effects of how its changed the biology and culture of the remaining survivors is very interesting. I'm also noticing a heavy amount of "so the environment is also fucked up" in terms of literal and figurative pollution.

But what deeply keeps hooking me is that like... the premise begins with "If you, Chosen Yearly Sacrifice, do not enter this portal and Die Fighting, bad things will happen to the rest of us." Not demons, not monsters, not some incursion of horrible energy... just like. People getting sick. Crops failing. Bad weather. Which sure, could be related, but it's a much more mundane and expected-- grounded, i suppose-- occurrence. Meanwhile people on the other side of the portal are just like "listen, if its not trying to fuck me or kill me on sight, maybe i can talk with it bc goddamn" bc that's the every day for them. Its not even particularly shocking a danger to them anymore. Bad, certainly horrible, but very much a "yes this could happen" in the same way running out of water in the desert is an assumed danger. A matter of time sort of thing.

I know the creator most definitely did not intend someone to sit there and ponder, while doing fifty explore rounds for nails, the sociological impact of this whole thing. But i'm me and the game only manages to make me horny a few times every couple hours so i gotta ponder something.

Also my character's name is Fifi. He's very canine in appearance while also managing a v long beard and shaggy hair because i keep forgetting the barber exists. I forget many things exist. It's a problem.

[dmc-tings]

The Lord's with an S/O (who just found out about their powers)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Noice 👌🏾

But what did you do for this woman to spare you?

She's like... the biggest man hater anywhere

So... if your a guy, you are lucky boi (or if you identify as a guy)

Or perhaps your a lucky lady?

I feel like she won't discriminate if she feels like your important to her

But for whatever reason she CHOSE YOU

So take that as a win

Sure, she's a vampire and has to eat people

Which was something you didn't know

But she doesn't eat in front of you

Even lying to the point of telling you she's drinking wine

You get curious, of course

So when she leaves to "take care of business", you look onto her glass or cup

You see red

"Ok... but it dont smell like wine..."

You take a sip, only to spit it out right away

Retching with disgust, you tasted blood

Your not an idiot, at least not fully anyways

Alcina rushed back, hearing you gag, thinking one of her daughters were bothering you

Only to see the sight in front of her

You looked at her in fear

Which hurt the tall woman's non beating (?) heart

You backed into a corner, thinking the worst

Looking for a makeshift weapon, you grabbed a spoon

To which made the Lady shake her head

"Love, you know I wouldn't-"

"Your a damned liar!!" You barked weakly, "W-what the fuck are you!?"

She sat calmly in the chair in front of you, gesturing for you to take a seat as well

You hesitated, but did comply, not letting go of your weapon (the spoon)

She huffed sadly, normally this behavior would have sent her into a rageful fit

But this is YOU we're talking about

Her little muse, the only mortal that makes her truly happy

"My Love, please calm down."

When you showed no sign of relaxing, Alcina took her glass in her hand, swirling the blood

Then takes a small sip, and lighting a cigarette

She offers you one

You cringe, and with that she pulls back again

After taking a puff, she begins to explain

Mother Miranda, the other Lord's, the creation of her daughter's, the Village, and everything else, prior to your showing up

After she finishes, you lower your loyal spoon

Drinking in all of the information

You looked up at her

"So that's why your so keen in keeping the girls away from me..."

The large woman nodded, looking at you

You bit your lip, but let go of your spoon, placing it back into the table

Alcina looked at you, watching you relax

You nodded a calm understanding

"Well seeing as I know what's going on now... is Mother Miranda going to-"

The Lady Dimitrescu, shook her head

"She has allowed for me to keep you. As long as you only stay in the castle... seeing as that the village is too dangerous. And I don't want you mixed up with the rif-raf."

You smiled and sat in her lap, (cause you can do that) and planted a kiss on her cold cheek

She let out a pleased humm, and returned the kiss

"Just... next time, if you choose a weapon, Love, make sure it has a SHARP end."

Salvatore Moreau

You had known Moreau since before Mother Miranda made an impact on his life

You saw less and less of your significant other

He would disappear and cut your alone time short, whenever the woman called

You were saddened when he finally told you that you couldn't see him anymore

But that's didn't stop him from speaking to you through whatever door, that separated you both

He didn't keep you locked up, but he would lock whatever door was between you

So you couldn't see the monstrous transformation, causing him pain

All you knew is that his voice was becoming more and more disgruntled

As said, you knew Salvatore before this

He was a handsome and intelligent man (despite what's written in Miranda's notes)

And to hear your man become... so in thralled by this other woman, made you suspicious

One day, you both were speaking, with a door between you, as usual

Unbeknownst to Salvatore, you were picking the lock

Eagar to see him

He never noticed the change in your tone, when you got it unlocked, nor the click of the lock

Shoving the door open, and pushing Salvatore back

The male let out a yelp, trying to rush in to the nearby darkness

You stepped through the threshold, eyes blazing and searching

You scanned the room and finally landed on a heap of a shivering... beast?

"Moreau? Is... is that you?" You crept closer, and gently put a hand on his back

"D-dont look at m-me...." he shivered, trying to hide himself

Horrified, you took his face on your hands

"I-is this... the work o-of-"

He cut you off, "Do-dont. Mother loves me... she does... I know she does..."

You felt tears pour down your face

You couldn't bring yourself to speak

That vile woman, had destroyed your dear Moreau

The man you knew and loved was beaten and broken into this sobing heap before you

He looked at you, and reached up to wipe your tears

"Oh... please don't cry... thi-this is her will..."

You shook your head, "what kind of will is this, Salvatore? To turn you-"

He pulled away from you, snarling, "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!! Mother loves me, and i-"

You slapped him, your tears stopping, "What kind of man have you become?!"

Disgusted, not with his appearance, but his sniveling attitude

You left

But... not unaffected by what happened to the man you cared about

You left... everything behind, the Village, your family...

Salvatore Moreau never left your thoughts and you never left his

It was a bittersweet life, but you were glad to leave what was happening behind

Angie and Donna Beneviento

These two kept you in their estate

Though Donna hid Angie from you, worried that you wouldn't understand the need for her doll

She also kept the pollen from her plants away from you

You were the first person Donna could talk to, without her illness bothering her

No need for Angie!? And this person don't care!?

Fucking Jackpot!!!

Though Angie does get a bit upset that she don't get to see you

That's about to change

You and Donna where sitting in the backroom, overlooking the waterfall

Enjoying an afternoon tea

"Dear? How are you feeling today?"

Donna looked at you, taking your hand in her's giving you a smile

"I am well." She reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze

Then you sneezed, surprised cause your allergies hadn't started up, due to the lack of pollen

And the abundance of snow and cold

Donna gasped, looking over her shoulder

"Angie, n-"

Angie revealed herself, giggling and plopping herself in your lap

You froze, "A-a doll? Donna... is this a gift?"

You never really liked or disliked dolls

Angie gave another giggle, "No, stupid! I'm Angie. Donna's most favorite doll. And a friend."

Your eyes widened at the living doll, "Uh... im-"

"I know who you are!!" She floated infront of you now

"And we like you!"

Donna was quiet, not surprisingly, but you reached out for her

She gently took your hand in her's

"Donna. Tell me whats going on. Please."

Donna nodded, quietly starting to explain.

The gifts from Mother Miranda, the plants, the pollen and finally Angie

You looked at the floating doll, who was nodding her head along, with Donna's words

Then finally, you pulled Donna closer to your side

"You don't ever have to hide things from me. I never had a problem with the other ways that you cope, Donna."

Your encouraging words sent the woman into tears of joy

She buried her face in your chest

You smiled at Angie, who patted you on the forehead

Karl Heisenberg

You sat in the smaller, (safer) part of his factory

It was a part he had built to keep you safe

From what?

You had asked Karl several times, on different occasions, what was he building

"Its none of your concern." He waved a hand dismissively, "Whats for dinner?"

You always had huffed out whatever meal you made for the pair of you

Karl was always one of three places: meeting his "family", in the factory, or right next to you

The "family" was always thrown into air quotes

You knew he disliked his "family"

He announced his leaving out again, not telling you where

But leaving nonetheless, as usual you waved him off

But today was different, you WERE going to see what the hell was in that factory

Not paying attention to the warnings he gave you, you made your way down

Once at an elevator, you pressed the button

It came up and you were met with a large, large portly man

"Why if it isn't Heisenberg's little kitten."

Shocked you jumped back a bit, but then inched your way inside

"Its alright. I mean you no harm. Come, come."

You stood next to him, "Uh... who are you?"

"You may call me The Duke." He hummed, "But what are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to play here?"

You lifted your chin, "I can handle myself. Thank you."

The Duke gave a small laugh, as you pulled the switch, but didn't speak again

Hitting the bottom floor, you disembarked, waving goodbye

You noticed a door and pushed through

Only to be met with a metal drill nearly splitting your face in two

With a strangled yelp, you lept backwards

"HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE HELL-"

"Who's in my damned- KITTEN!?"

You heard Heisenberg's voice above you and looked around frantic

"Karl! What-"

You didn't get to finish, the same monster came at you again

Dodging to the side, only barely missing getting drilled

Running in to the labyrinth, you were soon cornered

You shook with fear, hearing more monsters come after you

Closing your eyes, waiting for the blows to take you to the Great beyond

Your waiting was cut shirt hearing a series of clang's

You moved your hands and opened your eyes

Seeing Karl, standing in front of you shoving all the monsters back...

But he wasn't touching them....

"What... how-"

"Dont just sit on your ass, get up!" He barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him

Once back in the safe zone, you slapped him, breathing heavily

He took it, it was a well deserved slap

"E-explain yourself!"

He sat heavily down, telling you everything.

The reason for the factory, the monsters in it, his powers, Miranda's plan, even pouring out his emotions about it all

You finally understood and took his hands in yours, kneeling down infront of him

"You idiot. All you had to do was talk to me. Not be a "big tough guy" about it."

You kissed his rough hands

And he chuckled at you

"Always understanding. Thanks Kitten."

[rurulyywrites]

☁️🍋Punishment|Ace Trappola X Fem!reader|

Pairings: Ace Trappola X fem!reader

Plot: Y/n was a prankster. The annoying kind. She'd always find a way to prank anyone, especially her boyfriend Ace, in the worst ways possible. So the most obvious option was to tame the brat

Requested by: Genshinaddict123

"Hello, do you think it's possible to do an Ace x reader lemon? Basically its like we keep pulling pranks on him because why not you know? Y/n in this one is a bit of a prankster. But Y/n and Ace were already dating, But after a week of y/ns Bullshit Ace just decides to give Y/N a "little punishment" that might last a few rounds. Most the detail I will leave up to you to decide if that's ok!"

Tw!s:

• hair pulling

• terrible smut

• oral

• rough sex

• ropes

-----------------------------------

3rd person POV

Just keep one jump ahead everyone and I'll be safe..

Y/n thought as she tiptoed through A/n's house with a water balloon and barbecue stick.

She made her way to A/n's bedroom and saw them and Sam in the bed.

Double kill~

Y/n silently walked up to them and placed the water balloon up high and in the middle of the two. And then..

POP!

SPLASH!!

"And I'm gone-!"

Y/n said as she saw the two were awake and ran away.

"ONE MORE TIME YOUNG LADY AND ILL CURSE YOU TO A FROG!!"

Sam shouts as the two wiped the water off their faces.

"That's it,where's my broom?"

--

"Acey!! Babes!! Let me in please!!"

Y/n said as she aggressively knocks on the door to Ace's room in Heartslabyul.

"It's fucking 4 am--"

"THATS THE POINT!"

Y/n said as soon as Ace opened the door. She dashed inside and locked the door.

"What's going on? Did you kill anyone?"

Ace asked worriedly

"WELL ID BE DEAD IF THE LIBRARIAN AND SAM WOULD FIND ME!!"

Y/n shouts as she closed the curtains in the room.

"What did you do?" Ace asked as Y/n nervously smiled

"Ye olde water balloon at 4am..?"

"I swear I keep asking myself why did I love you"

Ace said as he face palmed himself and laid down his bed "it's because I'm hot?"

Y/n said as she stopped checking the windows and laid down the bed with him.

"Why do you do this?" Ace said as he laid on his stomach and looked at Y/n with a pout

"I promise I won't prank anyone,anymore. Will that help you?"

Y/n said as a smile as Ace nods and kissed her on the forehead.

"Let's shake on it" Y/n said as she left her hand out for Ace to shake. He did... Wrong move, honestly.

"OW!!"

"Yer olde electric handshake"

Y/n said with a wink as Ace groaned at his hand

"How many volts was that?!"

Ace said as he looked at his hand and all he could think of was if it would leave a scar.

"Rule numero uno! when you're in a relationship with a prankster,never shake their hand"

At this point, Ace has had enough of Y/n bullshit.

From the water balloon once a week, electric handshakes, and even the passive agressive ones.

He then turns back to Y/n and caged her to the bed with his arms.

"WOAH-!! OKAY CALM DOW--"

"Just as I thought that Riddle's rules were enough. You went and made yours. Now let me try,rule one. I'm in charge."

Ace had an angered and dominating look on his face as he said that,basically glaring daggers through Y/n.

She was in absolute shock. She's never seen this side of him,like ever.

"C-calm down Ace! It was just a prank--"

"a prank that has pushed my limit" Ace said in a low,raspy voice.

"A..Ace--..?! AYO?!"

Ace grabs both of Y/n's wrists and held them ontop of her head with one hand, while the other was going places under her shirt.

"A-Ace! Ace not now---!" Y/n cut herself off when she felt his hand squeeze her boob.

"A.. Ace!" Y/n said as he squeezed and kneaded her boob as gasps escaped Y/n's mouth.

Ace stopped and reach over to his nightstand to grab something,rope.

Y/n was both terrified and turned on by what's going on.

Ace then starts to tie Y/n's wrists up on the headboard.

"You don't seem like you want me to stop" Ace said as he caresses Y/n's cheek and kisses and bites her neck on the other side.

"Do I have your consent?"

Ace asked as he kissed Y/n's forehead. "Yes.." "good"

Ace said as he smiled and kissed her lips. The kiss starts passionate but gets hungrier by the second.

Ace's hands began to wonder down to Y/n's pants and starts pulling it down and teasing her clothed core.

Teasing Y/n lightly before Ace himself couldn't wait and pulled her underwear down.

Y/n rubs her thighs together in nervousness but Ace found it cute and hot. He separates her legs and goes down where his mouth meets her core.

He starts licking her clit teasingly.

"Ah.. F..fuck. Ace" Y/n moans out as she grabs his hair and pushed him further to her core,Ace moaned into her.

Ace starts flicking her clit with his tongue fast. Turning Y/n into a moaning mess while still pulling Ace's hair.

"A-Ahn!! Ace! Fuck.. don't stop..!"

Y/n moans as she gripped Ace's hair tighter. As much as I'd like to say,it hurt. Ace is very much a masochist and this was actual ecstasy for him.

"S-shit! Ace~!! I'm gonna fucking-! Ahnng~!!"

And just as Y/n was at the edge of finishing, Ace stopped and starts pulling his pants down.

"F--..fuck you Ace." Y/n said as she pants and watched Ace remove his pants.

"Oh you're gonna fucking love it when I shove my dick in you"

And while Ace was removing his belt and pants,Y/n's hand was trying to break free from the rope.

As soon as one of her hands got free,she immediately tried to get the other one in which she succeeded while Ace was distracted.

Ace's lower half was completely naked and his cock was hard and dripping of precum.

Y/n couldn't contain herself and grabbed Ace's cock and starts spreading the precum all over his tip with her thumb.

"A-Ahnng!! F-fuck! I-its.. it's sensitive!"

Ace moans as his cock twitched and he was laying on the bed on his back

"How did you get outta the ropes?!"

"Ehh desperation and your idiocity"

Y/n said as she starts stroking and teasing his tip. Soon,Ace was a moaning mess as he begs for Y/n to fuck him already. "K fine,get ready then"

Y/n said as she licked the precum off Ace's tip and leaned on the bedframe with her legs spread wide for Ace.

"C'mon baby~" Y/n said in a seductive tone as Ace bites his lip and aligns his cock on her.

He starts rubbing himself on her core while Y/m was moaning while he does it.

"J..just fucking shove it in"

"If you say so~"

And with that,Ace thrusted in and out of Y/n hard and with no warning.

"You're gonna fucking love this!"

He said while he kept thrusting in and out of Y/n.

The sound of skin hitting,moans and groans, as well as the bedframe hitting the wall and causing some of the drywall to crack filled up the room.

Yes drywall.

Let's just say...

Ace nearly broke a piece of his bedframe off that night

[sugar-and-pearls]

Ooo I have a good few aus for my fos.

Ok so first we have Darker than Black (the anime that Hei is in) I only have one au -

Season two au - as you can guess by the name, in this au we follow Darker than black canon timeline. So instead of Hei coming back to Merope six months after the season finale , there is a two to three year gap. In this au after leaving the BPRD, Merope finds work in with various fields before being asked to go to Russia to met Professor Pavlichenko to help with his research. His daughter Suou takes a shine to her and the woman takes a liking in return. Unfortunately, Merope's timing co-aligns with Hei as he was commissioned to kill Pavlichenko. In trying to keep Suou safe, Merope is dragged along with Hei and Suou's plan to get the meteor core back, traveling to Tokyo with them.

There is so much plot- related angst in this au and I live for it.

Then we have House of the Dragon (of which I have a few) -

My Megette Seastar au - where instead of Rhea Royce being my si's mother its Mysaria. Its one of my favourite au but its not that different from my usual canon. It basically just allow me to imagine a different version of my si's backstory with some minor details of their present changed too.

Where the River met the Sea and the Herpetologist Student - an au where I'm a naiad, Helaena is a selkie and Jace is a university student and we all live in an estuary. I did a post on it here for Mermay.

The Bad Ending - an au where I follow the canon ending for the Dance of the Dragon. In this au Megette and Helaena never manged to sneak out the night before her wedding as Alicent catches the two in the act. So Helaena is married Aegon and Megette is send away from court to Dragonstone for about a year or so.

While there her relationship with Jace grows. Depending on whether she's a noble in this, either the two are married or Megette becomes his paramour. After some time has passed Megette comes back to court, she resumes her position as Helaena's lady -in- waiting. With his wife now back in King's Landing, this allows Jace to come back to court and because Megette never leaves her Princess's side, Jace and Helaena spend a lot of time together. The two eventually fall for one another and start an affair. This results with the twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, who are passed off as Aegon's children. Megette also has Gaemon in this time.

On the night Viserys dies Megette was feeling ill so she decided to stay with Helaena and Jace, worried over his mother's pregnancy, goes back to Dragonstone without her. The three have no idea that this will be the last time they will all be in the same room as each other.

everyone I'm curious! tell me ur fav self ship au!!! what do you like writing/drawing/imagining you n your f/o in?? spill!! please gush about it I wanna hear it 🫶🫶

[celestialmango]

Here you go!!

Stellaluna, 5-8 she/her, sweet and playful but easily scared

Comet, 13-16 would rather you just didn't (they/them), angry and resentful has past trama because of the scp foundation

Willow, 19-22 it/its, a mess with little to no filter or self preservation and is easily entranced by fire/pretty colors

Axel, late 30s early 40s they/it, strong and protective puts the safety of the others before themself

Betty, late 80s early 90s she/her, that sweet genuinely kind grandma lady who always has candy to give you, except she doesn't have any candy right now...

So assuming the whole group in placed in the cell (because they never just send one person in to Sun or Moon's cell) with the few details you've given me I can sum it up to this

They would absolutely love Betty the sweet tiny grandma lady, Moon would become confused because they've never put and old person into his cell before wouldn't know who to react at first, Sun sees sweet old lady, becomes excited and cuddly. Will definitely try to cuddle the little old lady. When Moon gets attached he would probably be like, shit she's almost at the end of her lifespan....

I can fix that, then proceeds to well basically turn back time on her body but not on her mind, would probably wind her back to around half or a third of the age she was when she met Moon..Moon has a lot of nifty tricks up his sleeves. He'd do it to the others too until he final decides you know what? I'm going to extend their life spans.

In truth it's not actually turning back time but rather a temporary state of regeneration which causes fauna (like humans and animals) to return to a previous state. If he really wanted to he could turn all the adults back into kids. This ability was mostly used for healing purposes for booboo's, lost limbs, broken bones, and other physical damages that could be healed before the whole turn to stone in certain lightings thing happened to them. It unfortunately doesn't work on illnesses.

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Axel they'd be curious about, Sun would quickly recognize that Axel is trying to keep others safe, try to make himself seem less threatening. Moon would end up being amused because humans are so much weaker than him but impressed the human is trying to protect the others despite that. Moon would most likely mess with him.

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Willow, if complementing them, Moon would probably react like I said before, Willow would be safe and activate caretaker mode, Sun's rays would do a happy spin, Willow gets a hug. If Willow just stands there just watching either of the boys both reactions would poke the stunned human, Sun to try and check if human is ok and Moon would be like "is this human broken?"

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Comet? Moon would consider them a feral hissy kitten but they are his feral hissy kitten now, no you can not have them back, he will fight you and you will not win. Sun would just be, "oh it's an angry child, why are they angry?....*gasp* the bad people must have done something to the child!" And would immediately start glaring in the direction of the foundation staff that are viewing them and do something he's seen angry humans do before, he tries to flip the foundation staff off.

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finally we get to Stellaluna, when they spot the little kid both would be like "IS THAT A BABY? THAT IS A TINY CHILD! HOW DARE!" and in order to make tiny child less afraid Sun would try to make himself smaller by sitting down or laying on the ground then do little tricks and make moving shapes with his flames on the tip of one of his fingers.

Moon would not lay down close to the humans like Sun but rather give the Stellaluna space and sit against a wall before starting to hum a melody with his eyes closed as well as do his own little light show by controlling the little moats of light that drift away from his body and make them dance like fireflies to induce a very peaceful atmosphere. Trying to come off as gentle giant rather than angry man eating SCP.

Both boys are very careful with small children.

In the end all of them are going to get nommed if the foundation tries to take them away, the order the boys would likely nom them in is Axel, Willow, Betty, then Stellaluna and Comet at the same time.

From there it would pretty much go as previously stated, angry SCP breach containment, if Sun is the one who breached and someone managed to reason with him he goes back to his cell and gets another one with Moon, only with a dorm with multiple rooms and a common and kitchen area instead of a singular apartment.

Moon? Full breach, retrieves Sun, destroys facility, let's humans out to meet his brother and starts digging through the broken facility for stuff to take care of the group of humans needs. Like unbroken food crates, fabrics, beds, that sort of stuff and if there's a few SCPs that had been contained that he didn't manage to destroy in the building collapse the he will find them and he will dispose of them, via consuming them. Not like it would be easy to survive heat equal to the hottest star in a place like the vacuum of space. It would be instant destruction.

And again in the case of Sun having a new cell with Moon with this group of humans, gentle noms, entertaining kiddos and helping the humans sleep, if kiddos happen to have nightmares Moon will sooth them.

In the case of Moon and the full breach, Sun would get to show off one of his nifty little secret tricks, what does the Sun do? It gives life and makes plants grow, Sun can and will revive an area of the island's plant life for resources.

[theresa-nam-nam-me]

| yoongi | look me in the face

Yoongi x hybrid cat reader (reader is also mute)

Master list

Part 1 → part 2

Summary→ yoongi had always wanted a cat, not necessarily a hybrid but his best friend namjoon had successfully convinced him into getting a cat hybrid from their local rescue. He might not have known what he was getting himself into but he was fully committed to making himself her safe space

A/N: in box is open if you want to be in the tag list

Warning!: mention of abuse, trauma

"I'm not really looking for something like that right now" yoongi sleeply replied pouring coffee into the paper cup "come on hyung, there are so many hybrids in the system right now, you might end up just like me and jimin" namjoon said with confidence. Jimin was namjoons calico hybrid he got from a rescue two years ago, "i know and I'm happy for you, I'm just not much of a people's person" he said rubbing his temple "ill think about ok?" He said with sigh making namjoon smile.

That scene had replayed many time on his way to the shelter and even now as he waited inside the shelter walls. "Min yoongi" his attention turned to the worker as she took her seat at the desk in front of him. "How can i help you today mr.min?" She smiled "i was looking to adopt today" "alright we can do that, but please keep in mind we are a very new resuce so we don't have many hybrids right now, what breed are you looking for?" She said clicking open her pen. "I was looking for a cat hybrid" "your just in luck then, we have one black cat in right now, her name is y/n" she said with excitement "though..." Her tone changed "she dosn't really talk all that much , if that alright?" Yoongi took a minute before nodding his head "that's alright I'm pretty reserved myself" she nodded with a smile "alright ill leave you to sign these while i go get her for you" he nodded taking the clipboard of papers into his lap.

"Y/n this is mr.min, he'll be the one adopting you today" yoongi watched as gave a nod, your eyes glued to the floor. The lady gestured you over to the seat next to him as you clutched your small bag. "Hi y/n, I'm min yoongi, you can just call me yoongi though" he took a few minutes to finish up the paperwork and pay the worker. "Alright, you both can go home now" the worker smiled "thank you, " yoongi said before standing up "ill take you to my car" the car ride home was silent with only the music on the radio to fill the air. You followed yoongi into his apartment a few step behind him, "i know it's not the biggest but its pretty cozy" yoongj smiled showing you around the house, though you kept your gaze low you were able to tell it was a nice house. "This is your room, i didn't want to decorate it too much, I'll leave you to unpack"

Yoongi decided in the meantime he'd whip up some dinner. He set the plate of pasta on the table before heading to your room, "y/n? I made dinner" he looked around the blank room, your bag remained on the bed untouched "y/n?" He peered under the bed seeing your small figure huddled in the corner " I made dinner, would you like to come out?" You didn't respond at all. Maybe he could try one of those cat toys namjoon had bought him saying that jimin had really liked them.he unpacked the wand toy that had a little fluff ball at the end of it. "Y/n I got you something" he waved the toy around under the bed, you raised your head but let out a whine and pushed yourself further into the wall when the toy came closer, the quickly retraced the toy before leaving the room with a defeated sigh. "This is for you," he said placing the bull of food under the bed before exiting again. He sat at the table with his food, dialed some numbers before placing it to his ear "hey yoongi what's up? did you adopt your hybrid yet?" The younger male eagerly asked "yes but I don't think she likes me, she's hiding under the bed a won't come out, I tried the toy you gave me but it didn't work" "jimin did that to when he arrived, it's a cat thing, they need to be in a small space to adjust to change don't worry she should be out in a few days, she'll love you I know it" namjoon said trying to raise his spirits "thanks joon,I'll talk to you later" "ok bye hyung" he threw down his phone with a sigh "I hope so.."

[miridiums-writing]

Punishment

Tom riddle x reader chapter 3

Story masterlist

Summary : Tom’s punishment was to live a muggle life, his past and life story chosen by the ministry of magic to ensure he learned. Reader was chosen to live as his partner to ensure nothing goes wrong

Warnings : none really, just a bit of Tom being bullied again

Tag list : @dearseungie @the-gazette-of-tea @girl-between-worlds @starlight-boo @bornbeautiful123

Ryan tapped his fork against his glass, raising it towards everyone and gathering everyone attention, except for the young boy next to Tom, who was busy fiddling with Tom’s jacket sleeve. Tom looked bored, watching the boy play with his jacket, making sure he didn’t ruin it. Y/n found it rather cute, but they didn’t dare speak up about remembering mentioning it earlier when the boy gave Tom a rabbit teddy and wanted him to play house with him. Tom just made the rabbit hop around until it ‘died’. Which made the small boy get frustrated and said he was going to tell on tom if he didn’t play nicely. Tom had sighed and tried to ‘play nicely’. In reaction Y/n had said he should be a babysitter making Tom kick them under the table.

“Thank you for all gathering and attending my dinner party, as you all know the library is going to be 100 years old today so I thought it would be appropriate for us all come together and unite, please enjoy the food and the party” With that he sat back down again, turning to a woman who looked slightly underweight, her thin sickly figure leaning rather uncomfortably in her chair, her face looking like she had just ate a rather sour lemon. It was rather comedic seeing the large man talking to a woman who looked the complete opposite to him, and clearly wanted to leave. Tom was still preoccupied trying to keep the kid from getting bored, his parental figure had disappeared off somewhere, leaving Tom to look after him. Though weirdly enough Tom wasn’t complaining, over the last twenty minutes they had bonded a little.

Tom chased his hand across the table towards the boy, pretending his hand was a spider as the boy smacked his hand down of Tom’s hand to kill it, rinse and repeat. Tom just hoped the boys family would come around soon, if he was going to be his babysitter, it would be nice to have something in return. “Can I sit in your lap?” The boy said, tugging on Tom’s arm. Tom stared at the body shocked for a moment before Y/n nudged his arm. He sighed to himself, picking the boy up carefully and placing him on his lap, Tom allowed him to continue playing around with his fingers as he turned to Y/n hoping for something better.

“Talk to me” Tom said, staring at Y/n as they continued to watch Ryan and the woman. Y/n turned to him, slightly surprised at his request, but not minding obliging. “You see the couple over there, the ones holding hands but looking completely away from each other” Tom followed Y/n’s gaze to a man and a woman holding hands but looking rather uncomfortable around each other, like they had just met, or something had gone wrong. The woman was preoccupied staring at the floor, maybe hoping it would swallow her up, while the man stared at the ceiling, swirling a drink in his free hand. “Yeah, what about them”

“They’ve both been cheating on each other, but due to the ladies father they are unable to break up for publicity sake, so in public they try to act like a couple, while in secret they both knowingly cheat on the other, living separate lives within their lives in the hopes that one day soon her father will die and they will be able to stop this publicity stunt”

“why not just break up now, wouldn’t that be easier”

“well they could, but the woman’s father is filthy rich, and they need his income of money to supply each of their families they have created outside their marriage, they both can’t get out until he dies, so they are waiting till then”

“Why not just kill the dad, make life easier”

“There’s no guarantee they would get away with it without being arrested, neither would want to risk something like that, now, pick someone in the room and ill tell you a dirty secret about them”

“ooooh, I like this game, ok, her” Tom nodded his head over to an old lady sat laughing and smiling at a baby in a stroller next to her.

“good choice, ok, she murdered her husband” Tom turned to look at Y/n rather shocked, the woman’s calm and motherly air definitely didn’t scream a killer. “You have me intrigued, why did she kill him”

“Simple, when she was young there was no way to divorce people, her husband was abusive, and she decided she deserved better. She made sure everything was ready and got away with it. A lot of women in the area go to her when they feel alone, she has an aura that women find calming and safe.” Tom nodded along while Y/n spoke, watching the old lady from the corner of his eye. “Anyone else you want to know about?” Just then Ryan started making his way around the room headed straight towards Tom and Y/n. Tom turns to look at me panicking slightly. Though Y/n looks pointedly down at the boy in his lap. Bingo.

Tom slightly loudly asks if the boy needs the bathroom, the boy preoccupied with the toy in his hands, he nods. Tom sighs lightly and goes to take him to the bathroom, while Ryan decided to talk to Y/n while he was gone. The man gives Y/n a large grin as he sits in the seat Tom had sat in, turning to Y/n ready to converse. His presence gave Y/n an off feeling, and now realized why Tom hated him so much, he gave them a sick feeling and it made her want to run. “Enjoying the dinner then?” Y/n stared at the man for a second before silently nodding at his question not really wanting to talk to him.

Meanwhile Tom stood in the hallway, the boy stood at his side staring at him in disbelief. “That was the only reason you wanted to leave? Weak” Tom stared angrily down at the boy who had been roasting him for half the evening now and didn’t show any sign of stopping the onslaught towards Tom. “Its not like that, I don’t like the feeling he gives off”

“So, you left him alone with your partner knowing full well has a weird guy, what a great boyfriend you make”

“Hey, I’m an amazing boyfriend, I make them pancakes for breakfast every morning”

“Uhuh, so does my mummy, that isn’t anything special” Tom was getting more agitated at the boy by the second, how was he so easily able to get under Tom’s skin?

“Fine then, ill go swoop in and save them like an amazing boyfriend would”

“See you in a few seconds when you come back scared” Tom ground his teeth together at the boys last comment before stalking over to where Y/n and Ryan were sat. he was trying to figure out how he should play this before he just casually threw his arm over Y/n shoulders and stared at Ryan. Ryan smiled at Tom, glad that he had finally arrived. “Tom, just the man I wanted to see”

“Whatever for?”

“Oh, just to tell you that due to your diligence last week on noticing that screw loose on the shelves we were able to fix the problem and stop a lot of property damage, so I was going to give you a bonus this month” Tom sighed quietly in Y/n’s ear, kicking himself for being scared for no reason.

“Thankyou that is really appreciated” And with that, Ryan stood up to walk back over to his chair. Y/n started to giggle to themselves trying desperately to hold it back so as not to invoke the wrath of Tom, but Tom was too tired now, the day of work had been tiring enough, not to add on the panic Ryan always ensues, how much energy it takes up cleaning up after Debbie’s kids, plus the kid from earlier, who he still hadn’t figured out who he belonged to. He slumped back down into his chair, ready to go home and go to sleep.

“If you’re really that tired just put your head on my shoulder” Tom turned to look at them with a look that screamed ‘bitch what?’ “Earlier you came in to help me thinking I was in trouble, least I can do is return the favour.” Tom considered the offer before thinking ‘what the hell if he looks like he’s asleep people will leave him alone’. So, he gently places his head on Y/n’s shoulder, unsure quite what to do until they brought this head down so the full weight of his head was on them. It was surprisingly comfortable for the both of them, and as the night drew to a close both of them felt that a bond, no matter how small had managed to form. If they were stuck here together, they were going get out that way.

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[gentlemancrow]

Written in the Stars Will Have to Do

OK so I saw @hey-there-hunter ‘s JMart Wedding Challenge and I pretty much fan ficced immediately??  Like it was an instantaneous plot bunny that stabbed me in the brain and would not let me free until I made it exist.  SO HERE YOU GO!  Read it here or head on over to AO3 below!  And enjoy some unapologetically aggressive fluff with weddings!  Also subtitled someday Crow will stop abusing excessive astral imagery and symbolism for extended metaphors, but today is not that day.

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Written in the Stars Will Have to Do

Jonathan Sims always thought of himself as a man with a deep appreciation for the great literature of the world.  A passionate turn of phrase, crystalline motes of clear imagery like snowflakes reflecting light in his mental scape, a devastating contemplation on the nature of good and evil in the hearts of all mankind, everything that could express the beauty and tragedy of the world in ways he never could.  Prose was a bright paintbrush on a ragged canvas of the universe he had known from an early age was swathed in shadow and pain and evil, and those words on those pages, for at least a moment, were another world he could hold in his hands, could cradle and protect, could mourn.  He liked the power of them as well, of the tinkling brightness of alliteration, the oaky sophistication of a well-aged metaphor, the evocativeness of the idiosyncrasy in a simple simile, laying bare truths in ways he never could have articulated for himself.

There was one thing he could not abide by in language, however, one cardinal sin liable to besmirch any piece of lush and sparkling verse or prose and taint it forever.  And that was idioms.

Jon loathed idioms and their dismally quirky cliches dressed in familiarity’s tacky clothing almost as much as he hated spiders.  Perhaps it was something about their reliance on common knowledge and repetition.  He couldn’t bear reading the same book twice, or even a book that felt too familiar, it only made sense that hearing a hackneyed phrase repeated in that awful singsong sardonic tone of someone who knows full well they’re saying something asinine that has been repeated ad nauseum for millennia would scrape at the back of his skull and down his spine.  They were too whimsical and blasé, crutch words for when one’s limited lexicon came up empty, or worse, for ill comedic effect.  They reinforced that staunchly English notion of skirting about the true depth and breadth of emotion for clipped niceties and unfeeling banalities.  Idioms to him were mere verbal window boxes, colorful and meaningless, dressings for untold disasters behind the shining windows they peacocked before.  

He hated them all with vaguely equal rancor, but there was one he could definitely single out as the one he hated the most, and that was the one about hanging the moon.  Such and such thinks you hung the moon, to me you hung the moon, and so on.  This particular rhetorical felony attracted his wrath only marginally because any moon symbolism never failed to feel outlandish and infantile, a mawkish image of love and care rampant in nursery rhymes and cheap commercialized slogans for t-shirts and wall art.  That was the least of it.  He hated the idea of hanging the moon mostly because once, another lifetime ago now it seemed, Tim Stoker had lobbed it in his face in a fit of smoldering rage and he had been completely, complacently, ignorant of its magnitude.  

Funny thing was, he couldn’t even remember what the actual fight had been about any longer.  Though he could remember exactly where he was standing, cornered next to the file cabinet for the year 1985, January through February, and the label had been peeling up on the upper left-hand corner.  He remembered he’d discovered a hole in the elbow of his jumper that morning and he had been obsessing over it all day, fussing with the dangling green thread and tugging at the knit as if it might magically close the wound.  He’d put his finger clean through it with his arms crossed haughtily over his chest without even realizing he’d been fiddling with it when something flippant about Martin came out of his mouth.  It hadn’t even been cruel, he couldn’t even remember how Martin had come up in the argument in the first place, he could only remember Tim’s mouth moving like he wanted to say something else, then him forcibly stopping himself before he snarled.

“Yeah well, god knows why, but he thinks you hung the moon, so you might try treating him at the very least like a human being once in a while.”

It was such a small thing.  Small words for a small feeling cloaked in a chintzy veneer of idiomatic dismissal.  A trembling little bird cupped in his scarred and battered hands and smothered.  Or so he thought.  Sometimes trembling little birds turn out to be phoenixes, and those who looked to someone else to hang the comfort of a wise, silvery moon in the sky already have the hammer and the picture wire at the ready.

As far as Jon was concerned, the moon only rose on their Somewhere Else because Martin deigned to pull the strings every night, not him.

It was Martin who brought him tea every morning, set it down on the breakfast table with that little flip of the tag and the deft, one-fingered turn of the handle toward him.  It was Martin who scolded him because whites are a separate load, Jon, were you raised in a barn?  Martin who talked him through every episode of the Doctor Who reruns that were the only thing their ancient aerial could pick up.  Martin who planted flowers in the garden and brought muffins from the sweet old lady at the grocers because they traded baking recipes.  Martin who still looked at him with diaphanous pools of ethereal moonlight in his eyes and his smile like he alone hung it in the sky over his head to wash him in its radiance.

Even after everything.

Even after it had been Martin who had to hold the knife buried in his chest as he lay gasping wetly for breath in an alleyway in Another Chelsea to keep the hemorrhaging at bay.  Martin who had cupped his face in his bloody hands with tears streaming down his and forced him to focus, furious love blazing in his sea mist eyes as they locked with his, screaming at him and him only, heedless of anything else.

“Look at me.  LOOK at me, Jon!  Stay with me!  Stay with me, DAMN YOU!”

Stay with me had not been a plea, it had been a command.  He had never once said please because it was never an option.  Shivering, breathing blood through his teeth, the streetlights a fading, star studded halo in Martin’s strawberry blond curls be damned, he was right.  Against every tangled thread of fate twisted deep into his flesh, or perhaps because they had been the only thing that held his torn innards together, he made it to the part where he awoke a few fractured times to nothingness, and then to fingers he knew every inch of inextricably bound up in his and a fierce whisper in his ear.

“I’m here, Jon.  I’m still here.  I’ve got you.  I’m going to fix this.  I’m going to get us out of here.  We’re going to be okay.”

It had been Martin who orchestrated their clandestine escape from the hospital the moment they both agreed he was well enough to survive under his rudimentary medical care and before the authorities got too invested in an urban ghost story of two men who didn’t exist.  Not to mention one of which should, by all medical and logical law, be dead.  It had been Martin who had stolen the necessary antibiotics, drugs, and wound care supplies, Martin who had picked enough pockets to buy passage on a midnight train to the only place they could think to go, and expressly told Jon not to ask where he learned how, even though he knew full well he would later.  Martin who had fought for everything and kept him hidden and safe while he lay in a dingy hotel room somewhere in Scotland, drifting in and out of consciousness between kisses, cold compresses, spoonfuls of whatever he could get him to swallow and keep down, and desperate ‘I love you’s.

Martin had been the one who hung the moon even on the nights Jon couldn’t see it, just so he knew it was there, that the light might finally guide him home.  Not him.  He could have never done something so selfless and simple and beautiful.  No not him.  Not The Archivist.  How could he have ever known that?  Stupid, myopic, pedantic, all-seeing and blind.  A blustering, sanctimonious Tiresias in a sweater vest and half-moon glasses.  And how important was the moon, anyway that he was expected to hang it too?  Would not night still come and the stars still shine?  The stupid, vapid saying should have been about the sun anyway.  Something that nourished and guided and warmed.  Not the moon.  Not the thing of night and hungry wolves and quiet loneliness.  Not a thing of the darkness they fought and still not won, not exactly, not in a way that mattered.  How could he have known the weight of such a thoughtless, frivolous, meaningless phrase and how far and how long Martin had borne it for him to protect he who hung his moon?  

He could see the weight of it so clearly now.  He could see it especially on the darkest days, which came, in grotesque mockery, the moment they found something like their safehouse and rest at last.  Jon had conned his way into a job at the village library with an ancient head librarian who didn’t care much for too many questions, or background or credit checks, and was more than happy to pay in cash.  With Martin’s help of course.  Martin himself had taken up stocking at the village grocers, and their life had teetered onto something so close to quaint and normal it suddenly laid bare the gravity of the depths of darkness they had escaped.

No longer did they have to run, no longer did they have to fight, they could finally lay down the chase and curl in upon each other to lick their wounds in quiet.  But without the driving, primal instinct to live, to survive, that ushered in the days where all the hurt came back to roost and brood and fester.  The days where he couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed, or the days Martin couldn’t bear the sound of his voice, or the days they shouted themselves hoarse, stormed apart for hours then came back, silent and broken, red-eyed and exhausted to hold each other and weep into the spaces between neck and shoulder where it still smelled like love and home.

He could see so painfully clearly the toll following him to the ends of the cosmos and back had etched its marks into his goodness, his body and soul, see how often he would walk down the road from their cabin, just a little ways, to stand on the heather spotted hills and gaze out into the frigid infinity of the gray sea.  Cold terror would grip him then, incite a desperate want to run after him, to throw his arms around him and bring him home, but also the fear it would only be to have him turn to mist and slip through his fingers forever.  He always had a cup of steaming tea waiting for him when he came back, just in case.

But again, and always.  It was Martin who would pick up Jon’s hands, kiss every slender, scarred finger through his tears and be the first one to utter ‘I’m sorry.’  Martin who told him with just a single scathing flash of stern blue eyes and not a single word uttered that he was certainly coming to bed and not banishing himself to the couch like an idiot.  Martin who wrapped him in his arms and warmth and boundless love and reminded him, “One way or another.  Together.  That was the deal, right?  You don’t get to back out now.  No returns, refunds, or exchanges, I’m afraid.”

And even through the deepest sobs he would find the laugh Jon didn’t think was in him.  Martin sifted through the mire and the muck and held fast to the tiny, shining things so easy to lose in the darkness.  Things Jon was certain were lost forever, only to be reignited and hung in the brightening sky of their story.  Even if they weren’t quite the moon yet.

It had also been Martin who, on a perfectly ordinary day, on a simple walk through the local farmers market, stopped to peruse one of the usual unremarkable stalls filled with crystals and oils and trinkets.  Jon had wandered off to procure the parsnips and the strawberries, unrelated recipes Martin swore, he had been tasked with finding.  When he returned he found him, a radiant monument tall among the faceless locals, rusty curls caressing his face in the salty breeze, carved of marble and rose quartz and gazing down at a pair of hematite rings on a velvet display box.  His eyes were distant, but not in the enthralled, disembodied way they were when he looked at the sea, or the broken way when they weren’t speaking, but in the contemplative, regarding of puzzle pieces way when he would look into the fire during their talks and turn his words in his mind over and over again like a rock tumbler until they were polished just right.

“Getting into crystals now, are we?” Jon had joked, “Surely I’m not so dull to be around that that’s becoming an attractive hobby.”

Martin snorted and shook his head.

“Supposed to mean healing, or grounding, or something.  Aligning your meridians, I think the lady said?  Whatever that means,” he elaborated, reaching out to touch.

They clinked weightily together, thick and glossy and the dark astral gray of a moonless night.  Martin turned over the card that went with them and read.

“’A grounding stone that belongs to the planet Mars.  It strengthens our connections to the earth and aids the warrior on their journey.  It is a stone of invincibility, but also fragility.  It balances yin and yang energies with its magnetic properties for the perfect reflection upon one’s own soul, astral, physical, and spiritual.’”

“Hematite, is it?” Jon asked, “Also more commonly called bloodstone.  You know if you scratch it, it leaves a red mark.  Like it’s bleeding.  Watch.”

He picked up one of the rings and firmly ran it down the corner of the card Martin had been reading from.  Sure enough, the black stone had left a faint, but starkly crimson mark on the yellowed paper.

“It BLEEDS?” Martin exclaimed in horror.

“It’s just a kind of iron oxide, so, rust, basically,” Jon explained with a chuckle, “Kind of weirdly romantic if you think about it?  This intimidating shiny black stone like armor, made of iron to boot, but with a bleeding heart at its core.”

“I just thought it was pretty, I didn’t know it bleeds,” Martin had laughed in that incredulous way he always did when Jon was telling him something he didn’t actually want to know, but appreciated anyway.

“I find that the strongest, prettiest things often do,” Jon had said in reply.  He remembered saying that particularly clearly, waxing poetic, feeling a swell of affection for the hugely beautiful man he leaned against and was adorably aghast at bleeding rocks.

“Yeah, I reckon they do,” Martin murmured back.

And then his cheeks had flushed bright red under his freckles and the stone steps of his shoulders crumbled a bit under the crushing ancientness and vastness of what he had originally been pondering.

“So, I mean, before you spoiled it with the blood thing.  I was thinking… Well, I was just having a browse and I saw these and I thought they were quite fetching, and then the lady told me they meant grounding and healing and a journey, like on the card.  A-And there were two of them, all by themselves, and everything else was so colorful and flashy these were just so… Um.  Maybe the blood and rusty iron thing makes it more poetic now, actually?  I don’t know.  Sorry I-  This sounded so much better in my head.”

It wasn’t his fault, Jon remembered thinking.  Martin couldn’t find the words because there weren’t any.  Not in this universe or any other.  Not for what they’d gone through, and especially not for what they meant to each other.

“I guess I was just thinking.  If… I bought one.  And wore it.  Sort of like.  Um.  You know.  Would… Would you-?” he had asked, his voice trembling.

Jon had never said yes, yes of course he would, faster or with more conviction in his life.  And there was that look again, rising from the ashes, that flooding of golden, unbound love and light, of eyes turned sky blue, of looking at the man who hung his moon in the sky come back to him.  He could still hang Martin’s moon all over again after so many nights of black clouds and darkness, even if it was only paper.  They’d paid for the rings in rumpled bills, exchanged them right then and there, and kissed each other as the crowd of oblivious people in a world they did not belong in flowed like a river around them.  Jon forgot the bag with the parsnips and strawberries.

But it didn’t matter.  It didn’t even matter that Martin’s fit nicely on his ring finger, but Jon had to wear his on his thumb, and even then sometimes on a chain around his neck for fear of losing it.  It didn’t matter that it was the closest thing they were ever going to get to a proposal and a wedding, consigned now forever to the shadows in a borrowed reality with only each other.  Because it was theirs, and they could begin to figure out how their broken pieces fit back together again.

But like most things that don’t matter, it didn’t until it did.

It began as simple things.  Seeing a wedding on some program they weren’t actually paying much attention to and Martin making a flippant, innocuous comment as he combed his fingers lovingly through Jon’s long and silvered chestnut hair in his lap about how he would have loved to have a cake that had a different flavor on every tier at their wedding.  Just so everyone could have something they liked.  And Jon woke up from his half catlike stupor and looked up at him with such aching regret as those words settled into the pit of his heart alongside ‘he thinks you hung the moon.’  

And soon they began to gather a collection of completely innocent remarks that ran the gamut from ‘would they have worn black or white?  Or one of each?  I don’t know… does it really matter?  And were these engagement rings or wedding rings?  I don’t know.  Neither?  both?  And do we say husband instead of boyfriend now?  Fiancé?  Whatever you want, Martin…’ To the heavier, cancerous weights that sank to the bottom of his gut, even below hanging the moon, like ‘I know Tim would have thrown the most amazing bachelor party for both of us, and his mum had always talked about him getting married someday like it was a farfetched pipe dream, but she would be happy for them, he thinks.’

He could never answer those questions.  There was too much at stake, too much finality and familiarity in them, a strange weightlessness in a world that weighed far too much.  The sun and moon continued their eternal dance of time, ignorant, unbothered, but Jon kept collecting those silent debts of normal life, secreting them away in a hidden singularity in his heart that only grew heavier and metastasized farther the more times Martin walked out at night, not him, beaming starlight from his eyes and his fingertips, to hang the moon again.  So soft, so full of wooly cows and pink heather and the smell of tea and sea salt and Martin’s shampoo on the pillow next to him did it become, that it was almost inevitable that one morning Jon awoke absolutely convinced none of it could be real.  

The moment he decided that, everything made so much more sense.  He could breathe again.  There was a reason he could never sit still, never just feel at ease or talk about the future like it was a real thing that could still happen.  He knew why the silence made his brain itch and why he still glanced around corners and glowered at anyone who dared let their gaze linger on his Martin too long.  Why Martin’s ring fit and his didn’t.  There was too much debt to the universe to be paid, too many broken promises, too many corpses in his wake, he had done nothing to deserve this idyllic life of love and peace and smallness and Martin.  It had to be Her doing, It’s doing, some carefully woven torture chamber that would lure them to the apex of their joy, the center of the web, where they would just be devoured over and over to empty husks and set up like chess pieces to fill with love and light just to knock down again.  He wasn’t free after all.

Jon had been halfway into his coat and halfway out the door to do, he didn’t know, something, anything, to go to the library to use their computer and research something he didn’t know he was looking for when Martin had seized his hand and whirled him around.

“Jon.  STOP.  It’s over.”

And he’d stopped.  He’d looked into those baleful blue eyes, fallen into their depths, landed on the precipice of madness, and broken.  It wasn’t over.  Not for him.  He finally understood.  It was still there.  The Eye.  It always had been.  Though not really, he understood slowly as he wept on his knees in their doorway into Martin’s chest, it had indeed closed forever on him, but it lingered as distant static, like a phantom limb, a metaphysical itch that could never be scratched.  Martin had cradled him close and listened, listened so patiently as he ripped the jagged black fear from the deepest, ugliest part of his heart, hauled it up bloody and messy from his throat and finally laid it bare for both of them to see.  And when it was done and he couldn’t cry anymore Martin had locked eyes with him in a way that made him forget any others could have ever existed outside of crystalline blue and filled with moonlight.

“Listen to me.  I know you think you have some cosmic burden to bear.  That you’re still wearing some… some fucked up crown and sitting on a throne of skulls and death and eyeballs or whatever image you want to put there, and that you have to sit and hurt and watch over everything so it doesn’t happen again, but...  Sorry, Jon, but that’s bullshit.  It’s just a scar now.  That’s all.  Just like the rest of them.  Ugly and beautiful and proof that you —Jonathan Sims— are still alive.  And you are not The Archivist anymore.  You’re just mine.  My Jon.”

He’d held his Jon’s stunned face in his hands and peppered kisses over the pock marks in his skin, over the slash on his throat, the burnt fingers that still couldn’t bend quite right, even the one on his chest, the one almost always hidden by fabric but the one he didn’t need to see to find.  His heart and fingers would always remember exactly where it was.  And he’d kept his lips there a moment, then turned his ear to his chest and wrapped his arms around his waist to listen to his heartbeat like a trembling little bird.

“If I can hear it and feel it.  So can you,” he whispered.

Unsteady fingers curled desperately into Martin’s silky locks, hematite loop cool against his scalp, “Thank you…”

Martin stayed for the kiss on top of his head he knew was coming and smiled.

“Okay, so it’s simple to fix if you think about it,” he murmured into Jon’s chest, “We just need that thing, you know?  The thing that makes you feel like you’re still doing the thing, but you’re not.  What was the word for it again?  A placeholder?  Like when you quit smoking and you hold a pencil or a straw or something that’s not actually a cigarette so you can wean yourself off the ritual?”

Jon blinked owlishly down at him as he dried his eyes.

“A… placebo?  Are you talking about a placebo?”

“Yeah!  That’s it!  We just need to find you a placebo for Knowing things!  That’s all.  Like… reality shows, or-or zoo cams or something!  We’ll figure it out together.  Alright, love?  I promise you.  It’ll be okay.”

Jon was skeptical, so very skeptical, but if Martin was determined to find a balm to soothe his jagged, ontological scars he would happily play the part of lab rat for him.  They’d tried a myriad things to replicate the feeling of Knowing and looking something deep within him still craved.  The zoo and animal livestreams were a bust, cute and entertaining as they were, but animals weren’t ever the purview of The Eye and the camera itself was barely a scrap.  Reality shows came closer, the more salacious the better, but even that temporary fix wore off when Jon’s disgust with the overall content and participants outweighed any benefit.  Martin was just happy to have finally converted him to Bake Off, at least.  They tried people watching in the square in the village, but it made Jon far too self-conscious and guilty.  He used the binoculars exactly once, and that was to look at the cows in the fields, and the choose-your-own-adventure books Martin had been certain would strike a sagacious chord wound up in the donation bin at the library.  But that was when he was struck with a bolt of genius.

Unbeknownst to Jon, which brought him no small measure of glee, Martin ordered, received, and then set up with a literal bow in their back garden the finest telescope he could afford on his meager savings.  He’d researched for days, asked on every amateur astronomer forum he could find, and had it delivered to the grocers so he could make it a proper surprise.  He’d even gone so far as to attack and blindfold a hapless Jon the moment he made it home from work on the day it was ready, and stood behind him giddily bouncing as he tore the tea towel away from his eyes.

“A… Telescope?” he’d blurted dumbly.

“Yes!  It’s perfect, right?  I asked around to find the one that had all the best features, and this one has the best overall magnification and the most lenses, but it doesn’t have the little satellite positioning thing?  I figured you wouldn’t want that anyway, you always like figuring things out and finding things on your own better.”

Martin had been positively radiant.  Jon had just stared at the gawping black tube and chewed the inside of his cheek as he processed what to say.

“I mean… thank you, Martin, really.  It was a sweet thought, but if the binoculars didn’t-“

“Screw the binoculars!  This is different!” Martin happily insisted, “You can look at so much more!  Stars and planets and galaxies and what have you, and it can maybe be sort of like you’re looking for other worlds?  Wormholes or whatever?  Or signs of The Fears and where they’ve gone?  Or even if the stars are the same here as they were back before?  Space literally has so many things to LOOK at we can’t even count them!  This has got to be it!”

Jon tried to smile and laugh and agree to try it out, at the very least, if only because Martin was beaming so sweetly with pride and hope.  Though that first night he didn’t, ushering them back in with promises of tomorrow, Martin, I promise tomorrow.  Tomorrow had been a lie.  As had been the next night.  In fact, it took Jon a full week to even remember they even had a telescope, and that was only after getting the smuggest, Cheshire grin out of Martin after casually mentioning there would be a visible, if partial, lunar eclipse that night.  He’d relented, only because he’d entrapped himself, and they’d both bundled up, looked in the manual for the best size lens to view the moon with, poured a few glasses of wine, and turned their eyes to the stars.

Martin had gone first, gripping the eyepiece and adjusting the focus all the while gasping in awe.  It was so beautiful he’d burst into poetry with a crooked grin.

“Art thou pale for weariness?  Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, wandering companionless among the stars that have a different birth, and ever changing, like a joyless eye that finds no object worth its constancy?  Sounds a little familiar, eh?” he joked, casting a wry look over his shoulder.

Jon rolled his eyes fondly.

“Gross.  Keats again?”

“Nope, Shelley this time, and even he thinks you ought to have a look at the moon.  I think you’ll find you have a lot in common.”

Jon had sighed obligingly and shuffled to the telescope, fully expecting to look at something bright and round with a bit of a shadow on it that was distinctly unremarkable, have another glass of wine, and then go back inside to snuggle by the fire.  What he saw in that tiny pinhole of light pierced straight through the hazel brown of his eye and plunged him into another world entirely.

The sands of the moon glowed the purest white in the refracted light of the distant sun with which it waltzed.  He could see in crisp, shadowy relief the innumerable scars she bore, the depth and breadth of Ptolemaeus, the boundless lonely flatness of the maria, named for the oceans they were once thought to be, an insult to the rock plains forged a millennia ago in birth by cataclysmic fire.  Every crater remained wrought in perfect, frozen detail with no erosion or foliage to slowly heal them over, and she beamed them proudly, ostentatiously in her heavenly light.  A hulking, ancient protectorate, hung by the hands of creation at the dawn of time for a fledgling planet, hundreds of thousands of miles away, and yet so crystal clear and unafraid as he perused her millions of years of cosmic sentinel through a lens.  It was dwarfing, humbling, viscerally awe inspiring in a way he dared not voice for fear of snuffing out the fragile glow of wonder and excitement welling in his chest he had been so certain was gone forever.

Astronomy had never been something that had particularly interested Jon, back when his entire reality from the moment his childish hands had touched a single book was spent peering into shadows and watching his own back.  There was no point in wondering what lay among the stars when danger and death lurked so close behind with slavering jaws ever poised at his throat on terra firma, but now.  Now, he had been living in an alternate world, dimension, reality, somewhere, he couldn’t even say for sure.  He’d been hurled potentially through the very stars that twinkled coquettishly above, flashed through their nebulous veils and curtains under their indifferent gaseous gazes, but seen nothing.  Here was a vast expanse of complete chaotic indefiniteness inviting him in to see what few had ever seen, to guess and hypothesize and gesture wildly at secrets only the stars could keep.  To Know.

Jon had jerked back so suddenly from the telescope to survey the entirety of the astral dome above them that Martin had choked on his wine.

“Jon?  Are you quite alright?”

“Yes, I…” he’d murmured, only even half hearing that Martin had said anything at all, stars reflected in his wondering dark eyes, “I’m fine, I just… How… How much more can this see?  How deep does it go?”

Jon hadn’t seen the victorious smirk on Martin’s face as he set down his wine glass and picked up the instruction manual and lens guide.  They’d watched the rest of the eclipse, of course, marveling through the lens at the inky trickle of shadow over craggy white, but then they’d changed the lens to the strongest one, according to the guide, and spent the rest of the evening triangulating their position beneath their slice of the universe and plotting out the various stars, planets, and constellations above.  Jon had even dashed inside to grab a mostly blank notebook and had filled several pages with notes and observations and things to research later, all while Martin held back tears watching him come so alive over a project he didn’t even know he needed.  Eventually though, sleepiness and cold claimed him, and he kissed his beloved goodnight and left him, more than gladly, to ride out the intellectual flare up until it burnt both him and itself out.  

Martin had no clue what time it was when he finally returned, and it didn’t even matter.  All that mattered was at some point, a practically frozen Jon had climbed into bed, snuggled up close behind and wrapped his arms around him to kiss the back of his neck so softly like the wings of a butterfly and whisper.

“Thank you.”

Another victorious smirk and a loving murmur.

“Told you so.”

Where there had been nothing but an Eye shaped hole in him, scarred around the edges and aching in its vacuum, Jon had filled it with the names of nebulas and quasars, of the myth of Andromeda, and Orion, and Castor and Pollux, or Hercules, and why they had all been hung in the stars for eternity.  The stories were much the same as he remembered, but he’d found slight eccentricities, tiny irregularities in the sky which fascinated him even more so.  Night after night he would look at a different astral body, chart it down in his notebook, then come bounding in with starlight beaming from his eyes and his fingertips with some cry of eureka.

“Martin!  Did you know here Polaris is in the south and Sirius is in the north?”

“Martin!  Did you know the Andromeda Galaxy is actually a little closer to the Milky Way here?”

“Martin, you have to come see this!  Oh, no it’s not weird this time, it’s just I finally got Saturn in the telescope and you can actually see the rings!”

His nightly herald would always be different, but Martin would always rise from the comfort of the couch, put his slippers on, and let Jon talk as long as he needed to about his latest discovery, watching him smile again while he, too, watched the matching smile it never failed to ignite illuminate Martin’s face and they lit each other up in the fused brilliance of a binary star.

Martin no longer hung the moon for Jon, he’d finally just up and quite literally given it to him, and there was no mortal way to repay him for that.  Or so he’d thought.  It came to him, as most flashes of brilliance do, on a night he hadn’t even been thinking about it at all.  All he had been doing was sitting in a lawn chair with his telescope long after Martin had gone to bed, chewing his pencil idly, vaguely missing a cigarette and pondering notes on Vega and Lyra between watching it through his lens.  He’d been stuck for days on Vega and its potentiality for another solar system and what that could imply for their new Earth and their new sun, as well as Lyra and the tragic tale of Orpheus and his doomed love.  Even in their new reality he still turned back at the end of the story, still could not contain the roiling, effusive adoration to his own downfall.

Bitterness had risen like bile in the back of Jon’s throat as he replayed the myth again in his head, unsure why it was vexing him and rewinding in his brain so torturously.  “Stupid, stupid man, if he’d only just…” he’d thought again and again, each time giving the star-crossed musician a different decision, a different choice, urging him down another path somewhere, anywhere along his journey, but in the end, he’d always looped back around to the original.  It was the point of the story, after all.  Not so much the love itself or even the loss of it, but the power of it over one man and the creation born from his mourning and eventual destruction.  Patently Greek.  But the chorus would always begin again in Jon’s head.  If he’d kept his Eurydice, if his songs had been happy, if he hadn’t spent the rest of his life mourning so intensely he was eventually destroyed for it, would he have become the paragon of healing he was, the oracle, the lynchpin of the fate of the world he had eventually become?  Which of them was the stupider man?

Jon was only mortal now, he was no longer all-seeing oracle and dark savior, he had no authority to say, but it was a trifle easier to ponder the hubris of Orpheus instead of his own.  He couldn’t help but think, achingly, sometimes the heroes just deserved to pull their beloved from the pit of Tartarus, promise to love them for eternity, and then simply get married, ride off into the sunset, and live happily ever after.  A story wasn’t a story if it didn’t write itself upon the very bones and sinews of its heroes, that was the law of the universe, but when the story was done and the cracks and fissures in their tissues had faded to myth and legend, what became of the heroes who did not die a tragic or heroic death and were not hung in the stars?  What happened to heroes left behind?  Twisting his bloodstone ring on his thumb idly as it caught the shivering fire of those stars in its dark mirrored surface, the musical arrow of the muses pierced his heart, wide-eyed in wonder.  He’d asked the universe, but he already knew the answer.  He’d always known.  He knew, and he knew it with such clarion joy as he had never known anything before.

He could no longer be the man who hung Martin’s moon, he hadn’t been for a long time.  That much was clear to him, but he could certainly do something else.  Perhaps they had grown past the need for moon hangings in the first place.  He knew how their story ended.

It took months of saving, secreting, preparation, and then finally just simply waiting for the perfect, clear night.  The moment it came, the moment he knew it was the night, Jon struck without hesitation.  Poor Martin wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the couch, into Jon, when he returned from a late shift at the grocers, but found himself instead stuffed right back into his coat with a picnic basket in hand and hauled out into the frigid night in a flurry of Jon with little time to protest.  He bounded up the hill behind their little cottage beneath a perfect blanket of stars flaming coldly overhead, trailing Martin’s hand in his behind with his breath coming in silvery puffs of clouds, and paying no heed to the whining.

“Jon, whatever it is, does it have to be NOW?” Martin panted, “I am absolutely knackered and it’s beyond freezing and wouldn’t it be nicer just to curl up with a cuppa and fall asleep in front of Star Wars or something?  Doesn’t that have enough stars and space in it?”

Dauntless, Jon only tugged harder.

“There’s tea in the basket, and I’ve seen Star Wars.  And yes, it has to be tonight, it’s really important, I promise.”

“Look.  I love you.  So much.  You know this, and please know it is with the utmost love and deepest affection in my heart that I point out that you say that every time, and you’ve still shown me Pluto like, a hundred separate times.  While I quite like it, and I still feel sorry for it being bumped out of the solar system and all, it’s just a dot?  How many times can you look at a dot?” Martin sighed.

His words finally threw a caltrop into Jon’s warpath, and he paused, turning over his shoulder woundedly.

“What?  No, it’s not Pluto, I swear just- Please, Martin?  I’ll never ask again if you don’t want to, but just for tonight, please?” he pleaded.

Martin winced, and immediately folded under the onslaught of doleful honeyed brown eyes under a nimbus of stars.

“Oh, lord there you go with the puppy dog eyes.  Okay, okay fine, but there better be a nip of whiskey in this,” he chided lovingly with a gesture at the thermos in the basket.

The smile flared back to life brightly on Jon’s face as he turned back up the craggy little footpath to the top of the hill.

“Of course, hot toddy with tea.”

“Ooh, lovely, you do know me.”

The rest of the way was trivially short to the small, flat hilltop surrounded by heather where Jon had already set up a blanket and the telescope over a pristine vista of the dark line where the stars sank into the sea.  He ushered Martin to sit down first, then perched on his hip beside him and poured him a generous helping of tea and whiskey from the thermos before pouring his own.

“Thanks, much.  Right then, what exactly are we up here to look at that we couldn’t see from our garden?” Martin asked, accepting his cup of potent hot toddy and sipping it gratefully around the lemony steam that billowed up.

Taken aback by the sudden logic lobbed into the center of his romantic posturing, Jon looked momentarily stunned, as if someone had slapped him upside the head.

“Oh!  Oh, um, well-!  Ahah, that is to say- Uh.  There is a reason for all this.  It’s not that we couldn’t see it from our garden, we very much could have.  B-But it’s so beautiful up here, and you can kind of hear the sea?  And it’s nice and peaceful, and the heather is still blooming a bit and um…” he trailed off, cheeks burning.

“Okay…?” Martin probed, frowning a little.

“Er, actually...  It’s less about the stars than it is- W-Well it is about the stars.  Let’s get that clear.  But to be completely honest I mostly just… I-I well.  There’s something I need to tell you?”

Jon was ill-prepared for the look of abject horror on Martin’s face as he went paler than the moon overhead.

“Shit, what is it?  Did you find something?  You saw something?  There’s been a sign of The Fears?  Oh god it’s not HER is it?” he asked frantically, nearly slopping hot toddy all over his lap.

“What?  No!  No, none of that!” Jon spluttered, aghast.

Martin regained a modicum of color in his face and breathed in measuredly.

“Okay, so then what is it?  Oh god, you’re not… Jon you’re not ill, or something, are you?  Please, you can just tell me if-“

“No, I am not ill either, damn it, Martin!  If you would just listen to me!  I-!” Jon moaned exasperatedly, “I just wanted to do something… nice.  Something nice for you.  And nicer than I normally would because I am apparently much worse at crafting romantic moments than I thought and-“

“Wait…” Martin cut in, eyes gleaming with realization, “Jonathan Sims… Are you grand gesturing?”

“Well I am certainly trying but you are making it exceedingly difficult!” he retorted, red in the face and breathless.

“Oh my god, you are!  I’m so sorry!” Martin laughed brightly, “Oh god Jon you poor thing I’m so sorry, I’m awful, I’m the absolute worst!  No please!  Don’t let me spoil it.  Please go on.”

Grinding the heel of his palm into his forehead, Jon tried to summon the words again, only for Martin’s strong, warm hands to take it from him and tip his chin up to gaze into his eyes.

“Hey.  Hey, Jon.  Look at me,” he breathed, looking into his eyes idolatrously, “I’m sorry.  I love you.  You can tell me.”

Taking the steadiness from those clear blue depths he needed, Jon focused on them, on the strawberry blond curls tossing in the icy breeze, of the kiss of chilled pink under his freckles, and that eternal, sunshine smile.

“Okay,” he finally answered, smiling softly.

With a deep, shuddering breath, and a long swig of whiskey laced tea for good measure, Jon drew himself up and fished deep in his soul for the words he had waited a millennium to say.

“Okay… So here it is.  Um… I’ve um, I’ve had a lot of time alone lately with my new hobby, as it were.  So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.  A lot of it is overly complicated and ridiculous and doesn’t deserve to live outside of my head but… a lot of it has been about you, about us.  And I know we don’t need to-to put a label on us or put us into a… a box or anything like that.  But every time I look at this ring on my finger, I can’t help but remember we never actually talked about what they meant,” he began, holding out his left hand and fidgeting with the loose band around his thumb.

“Oh Jon, don’t worry about that.  It was just me being a big sappy, sentimental dork.  And if I recall correctly, we’d had a pretty awful row a night or two before, and I just wanted to feel close to you again, I guess?  We both know what they mean to us.  It doesn’t matter,” Martin assured him sweetly.

“Except that it does!” Jon insisted passionately, “That’s the point!  You are a big sappy, sentimental dork, Martin.  I bet you were the kid that had a dream wedding all planned in a notebook with pictures cut out of magazines and everything.  I adore that about you, but big sappy sentimental dorks should have big sappy, sentimental moments like huge, expensive seaside weddings with three-flavor cakes and all your friends and family and rose petals and dove releases and whatever else your heart could dream up.”

Martin snickered and shook his head, charmed at least by the mental image of kissing Jon on a seaside cliff at sunset while doves flew in glorious formation around them and everyone they had ever known and loved cheered.

“Pfft, I don’t need a grand wedding and all that, I just need-”

“Me.  I know,” Jon finished for him with a smirk, “I knew you’d say that.  Maybe not.  But you deserve one.  And I know I don’t use that word lightly, but it’s necessary in this case.  You deserve it.  All of it.  Me on one knee with a ring in a box, you deserve us picking out flowers and tuxedos and arguing over the font on the invitations.  You deserve Tim’s awful bachelor party and laughing at me at the altar because I had to read my vows off a card and they’re still so stiff and awkward and they pale in comparison to the beautiful poem you wrote about me.  You deserve smiling so hard your cheeks hurt and crying as we exchange rings.  All of it.”

Martin weighed his words carefully on his tongue with a sip of his boozy tea to chase away ghosts of things that never even were.

“I mean, sure, not going to say I never wanted that.  And I did have that stupid wedding notebook, by the way.  But all that became a pipe dream the minute we wound up here, right?  No use being upset about something that can never be.”

“That may be so, but the crux of it is… you also contented yourself with the idea of it never coming true not because we’re here, but because you didn’t think I wanted it,” Jon answered, his unspoken truth hanging heavy in the chill night air between them, “Every time you tried to tell me you wanted to be with me forever, I brushed it off and painted it gray and tucked it away and carried on the way we always were like nothing happened and it didn’t matter.  Because it was alright, really, you were just so happy to have what we have, that I didn’t die in your arms that night, that we were still together after everything.  That I at least kept that promise after I’d broken so many.  You were so grateful just for what you were gifted after we thought we would end with nothing you didn’t dare think to ask the universe for more and I am so, so sorry it took me so long to see that, Martin.  I’m so sorry.”

His voice broke.  The breath caught in Martin’s chest as he reached out to touch his wrist comfortingly.

“Jon, I-“

“No, please.  Please let me finish I… I can’t give you any of those things.  I can’t give you our friends back, I can’t give you cake and doves and the sunset and crying through vows in front of the vicar.  I can’t even give you an elopement at the register office because we still don’t legally exist.  And I guess for a long time I resented myself for that.  For all of it.  For stealing that from you, for dragging you through literal hell only to give you a shadow of a life stuck here with me because I betrayed you.  But- no stop, don’t say anything yet I’m not done.  B-But now I finally realize.  You’re right, Martin.  You were always right.  It doesn’t matter.  Those things are all just… things.  I said to you once, a long time ago, and I’m still not even sure if you really heard me, that I didn’t want to just survive.  It was true then, and maybe it wasn’t true for a while, but it’s certainly true again.  We did not fight tooth and nail to just survive.  We fought to live, and live together.  So what I’m saying is… I know now I don’t have to give you tuxedos and white roses as long as I give you something… Something to prove to you that you are my everything, my entire world, something to show you that I love you more than I have loved anything in my entire life.  That I want forever with you.  S-So I…” he trailed off, sucking in his breath to give his gesture of undying love the ardor and grandeur it deserved, “I bought us a star.”

The proclamation rang out like the toll of a bell, its gravity sonorous and quaking.  Martin blinked.

“You… I’m sorry?” he squeaked.

Jon set his empty thermos cup aside, flailed his hands in the air and shook his head frantically

“I-I know, I know it sounds mental just hear me out!” he protested, “Technically I didn’t buy the star, if we want to get picky about it.  I mean obviously no one can own a star.  Just the rights to name it?  It’s a thing you can do online.  I was a bit gobsmacked it was real to be honest.  I just had this silly idea when I was out looking at the stars.  I was looking at Lyra and thinking about you and Orpheus, and I… W-Well I just typed it in, ‘can you name a star?’ and it came right up.  Right then and there.  It um… comes with… hold on.”

Remembrance placed a gentle bookmark down on Jon’s fluttering thoughts, and he rummaged in the picnic basket for a moment before pulling out a navy-blue manila folder covered in stars and full of the paperwork and certificates that had come with registering theirs.  He handed it to Martin, who took it in place of his own empty cup, numb, muscles quivering under his jaw, and opened it to the glittering gold typeface that proclaimed ‘Congratulations!’.

“It comes with paperwork, too!  See?  So, it’s official, at least?  The Jon-Martin star.  Not a marriage license I know, but at least our names are together on something legal?  Our real names?  I figured even if we manage the fake identity thing we’d have to get married as not us.  Not really.  So…  I-It could be like our marriage certificate?” Jon explained, chewing his lower lip.

Martin said nothing as his hand turned the pages of the documentation, his eyes distant in a way Jon had never seen before.  Not disembodied and enthralled, not broken, not even regarding puzzle pieces.

“Oh!  Um, also I-I got us a binary star.  I forgot to mention that bit,” he went on, filling the sudden void, “It’s, ah- What a binary star is- It’s technically two?  But they’re caught up in each other’s gravity and they orbit each other so tightly they look like one star together, one that just shines a little brighter.  They’re bound together forever by the most powerful cosmic force in the universe.  Just like us.”

Only silence answered, punctuated by one last crisp whisper of paper, and then the folder closing with Martin’s spread fingers atop it, bloodstone gleaming in the vivid pale light of the night.  Jon’s heart pitched frantically in his chest, and desperate, stranded tears pricked at his eyes.

“I uh… I would have rather gotten us a whole constellation.  Heh, you know?  But they don’t do that, obviously,” he tried softly, his fingers barely brushing Martin’s knuckles, “They record heroes in constellations, after all.  Great deeds, doomed romances, lovers who can be together no other way… That would have been a better way to honor us, I think.  Our story.  A-And who knows?  Maybe back on our world there are a few new stars to remember what we did, to mark the place we left it, so that everyone we left behind can look up and remember us.  They don’t know how the story really ended, and they probably never will, but we do.  We do, and I want to end it right here, right now.  With our star shining above us ‘and they lived happily ever after.’”

Martin still said nothing, but his head bowed, casting a slice of shadow over his eyes, and his shoulders quivered as a thin, bright line of wet silver trickled down his cheek.  Jon felt the very sky shatter above and begin to crumble around him.

“Please… M-Make no mistake, Martin.  P-Perhaps the gesture is silly and meaningless, but it was all I could think to do to go with everything I’ve said tonight.  Martin… Martin, don’t you see?  These are my wedding vows to you.  This is me saying ‘I do’ and also ‘Martin K. Blackwood would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the universe?’  All at once.  This is me saying I swear to you I will be yours, through everything, until the end of time.  M-Maybe I wasn’t before.  Maybe I was still punishing myself, but I’m telling you, I’m ready now to have my happily ever after.  With you, Martin.  If you’ll have me.  If I haven’t-“

He would never finish.  In a dizzying blur of blue folder, flashing hematite, and a wreath of golden curls, Martin kissed the words off his lips.  He kissed him so hard and so fierce, through wracking sobs with his hands woven so raptly into his long, wavy locks he thought his lips would bruise and his fragile soul would finally shatter to pieces in Martin’s arms.  Undone, all Jon could do was surrender and kiss him back with equal passion, thumbing away the hot tears as they spilled freely down his cheeks and anointed them both with their cleansing, hoary heat.  Their lips parted and they panted softly against each other in the space between, each afraid to break the sacred, pulsing silence.

“You’re crying,” Jon whispered at length, “I’ve said something wrong. Martin, darling I’m so sorry.  I never meant to-”

Martin laughed, raspy with tears, but ethereal, sparkling, like stardust floating on the breeze.

“People are allowed to cry when they’re happy you stupid, silly man,” he murmured in between kissing him again, and again.

“Oh.  Oh.”

He kissed him one last time, that idiot man who always burnt the toast and always knew the facts but never knew what to say, who finally figured it out and bought him a star, and threw his arms around him, enveloping his slight, fragile form protectively in his embrace.

“I love you.  I love you so much.”

Jon sank into that warm, familiar comfort and buried his face in his shoulder.

“I love you, too, Martin.  I want to be yours for the rest of my life.  I want to be me, I want to be us.”

“I know.  I’ve always known.  Oh god, you do know that right?  I know that you love me, it’s written in everything you do and say.  I have never, ever once doubted you love me with everything you are.  Even in the moments I was afraid that… that maybe we just weren’t meant to be together, I still knew it wouldn’t be because you didn’t love me.  Never because you didn’t love me.  Just maybe that we didn’t fit together anymore,” Martin replied in a small voice through his tears as they spilled down his cheeks.

As much as he wanted to vehemently deny there was ever a chance they might have not fit back together again after they had both been so shattered, to kiss him and tell him not in a million years would there ever have been a future where they weren’t Jon and Martin against the world, Jon knew it to be inescapably true.

“I’m so sorry you ever had to be afraid of that,” he swore, digging his fingers into Martin’s back pointedly, “After everything.  After we fought so hard to escape fear itself.  That I almost let it truly win in the end.  That I couldn’t just let go… Because… Because this was never about The Eye, was it?”

A heave of breath and its shuddering exhale shook Martin’s body free of lifetimes of grief, and fear, of ugliness carried far beyond the borders of their souls.  His fingers curled tighter in unspoken reply.

“No Jon, no it wasn’t, but I’m so very glad you finally figured that out.”

“Me, too…” he whispered.

They held each other in the quiet wake of being a moment and let the astral plane wheel calmly overhead.  An impatient star twinkled.

“Wait… you never answered me,” Jon finally said as he pulled back, sliding his elegant fingers down Martin’s strong arms.

“Huh?” Martin blurted, scrubbing under his eyes with the sleeve of his coat.

“About marrying me tonight.  You never actually said yes, so…”

A twinkle in his eye and a slight mischief to his grin, Jon dove back into the picnic basket and emerged with a velvet ring box.  Martin’s hands flew to his mouth.

“You didn’t.”

“Of course I did!  Nothing fancy, but I thought it was high time to retire the blood rings,” he explained rising from his former perch on his hip to kneel properly.

The box cracked neatly open, and inside lay a simple, white gold band with a tiny circle of milky moonstone embedded in it on a midnight-blue satin cushion, blindingly bright against the dark.  Martin sobbed joyfully all over again.

“So, uh… I suppose if it had just been us, if we’d just been together, without everything, and we’d arrived at this moment.  I would have done much the same.  I would have brought you somewhere beautiful, somewhere I could teach you some inane fact you didn’t actually care about, but liked because it came from me.  Emulsifiers in ice cream and rum raisin…” they both snickered, “And I would have tried my best to make it into some sort of romantic metaphor but completely bunged it up and you would be laughing as I got down on one knee, just like this.  And it would have just been simple.  To the point.  Just… Will you marry me?  So…”

Jon assumed the traditional position, on one knee, arms outstretched, his every slender point a star in a perfect constellation of love.

“Will you marry me?”

Their eyes met, across a thousand different realities, across a thousand different worlds, carried on celestial winds to fall hopelessly, inexorably, into each other’s orbit.

“Yes, yes I do believe I will.”

With one last farewell kiss upon it for what it had meant for them both, Jon slipped the bloodstone ring from Martin’s finger and replaced it with the delicate band made of starlight.  It took its place radiantly, and shone as Martin drew his hand back to admire it with an equally radiant grin before it dimmed with concern.

“But what about you?” he asked worriedly as he watched the old ring entombed lovingly in the box.

Jon only smirked and produced a second box from the basket, which he offered on his open palm out to Martin.

“Naturally, I got one for myself.  Couldn’t pass up a chance to get a wedding ring that actually fits, could I?  It’s just… Don’t you think you deserve to give it to me the way you would want?” he urged.

Martin took the box eagerly, biting his lower lip in thought.

“Not sure you want to give me that freedom.  I had about five different ways of asking you in my head and all of them you would have hated so, so much.  But I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t kind of the point,” he answered wryly.

Jon chortled.

“Sorry I, the unromantic one, sprung this on you, the romantic one.  But I did want to surprise you.  I-I mean you can still write me a vows poem later?  If you want to, of course.  I’d love to have it, even if I don’t actually get to hear it at our wedding.”

Martin’s face flushed immediate crimson and his eyes darted coyly away as he toyed with the wedding band box in his lap.

“Oh that?  A-Actually I… I have it memorized, i-if you really wanted to hear it.”

“You- WHAT?” gasped Jon, his cheeks flushing in tandem.

“Oh yeah, I wrote my vows poem for you ages ago and I’ve gone over it so many times I know it by heart.  It was comforting, okay?  I-I’d read it again when times were good and I thought maybe you’d actually- um… a-and when times were not so good, when you were gone, in your own head, when I was afraid we were broken for good, whenever I needed it.  I’ve read it over a thousand times and never changed a thing from the first time I penned it.  Never needed to.  I’m surprised I haven’t recited it in my sleep at this point,” Martin admitted sheepishly.

Jon’s entire body flushed with a solar heat that melted his joints and his heart into a swirling flare of adulation.

“I can think of no better way, then, to receive my ring,” he breathed, reaching out to cup Martin’s cheek in his hand, “I’ve had my turn, now it’s yours.”

In mirror ballets of love exchanges, Martin cradled Jon’s hand against his cheek as he spoke the first lines of the vows etched ever on his being softly into his palm.

“Let he who, shadow dwelling, must In paper, pen, and book be bound Shake off the chains of dark and rust And chart his own bright fate unfound.

Let he with lifelong burdens borne Cut paper wings with thread of gold And hand in hand, the sky forsworn Flit clouds and sun in laughter bold.

Let he whose blood and soldier’s ken The world did shield from dark and fear Heal fast those wounds, be whole again And sleep at last, held close and dear.

Bring him to me with spirit free With stars in eyes and music sung From lips a joyful promise be One soul conjoined, one fate’s thread strung.

Two hearts rejoice in love renowned. We lift our heads, alive, uncrowned.”

He waited until the last couplet to pull the ring from the box and slide it onto Jon’s finger where it too, fit perfectly, like it had always been there, and shone defiantly bright in the moonlight.  Jon wept.  He had been weeping since the first words of verse left his beloved’s lips, but seeing that ring like a piece of his missing soul returned to him undammed the tears effusively.

“God that was… Martin, I don’t have words.  I-It was… so beautiful.  You’re so beautiful.  Thank you,” he cried fervently, “I wish I could tell you properly how much that meant, but I just-“

“Hey… That’s alright.  I’m the words guy.  You’re the emulsifiers guy.  Making you cry is all I need to see to know how you feel,” Martin assured him warmly, reaching out to brush his tears away as he chuckled.

“Yeah… add this one to the running tally.”

“Oh, I have,” Martin snickered, “Speaking of!  Now we’ve done the crying through vows bit.  Shouldn’t we say the ‘I do’ bit, as well?”

Jon pursed his lips with a shrug as he reached out with his left hand to take Martin’s left as well, twining their fingers together

“Yes, I suppose we should.  I don’t see why not.  Well then, Martin, do you?”

“I do.  And Jon, do you?”

“I do.”

“You may now soundly snog the groom.”

“Martin…”

The emphatic drawl of his name the way Jon only called it when he was frustratingly enamored of him perished gently against Martin’s velvet lips as they caressed his.  They kissed slowly and reverently, sealing a pact ordained by the heavens long before either of them had seen the stars in the other’s eyes, lighting with white flame the torch to guide them for the first time, forward.  They broke it only to punctuate it with two more featherlight kisses and a breathless laugh, bowing their foreheads together in deference to the forces of fate and the universe.

“I know this isn’t the wedding either of us ever dreamed of, but as far as I’m concerned, it was perfect,” Jon murmured, nuzzling closer into his husband, swaddling the new, fledgling and beautiful word in his heart.

“Well, hey, what is a wedding really other than just a formal declaration that this is it?  This is us, we’re forever, no matter what.  We did it.  And you did it for me, in the STARS, Jon… Can we just remember that again?  You put us in the actual stars.  I am so writing a ballad for our constellation later, you do know this.”

“Oh lord.  Of course you are.  But really, it was the least I could do, after you’ve done so much for me, sacrificed everything for me.  Waited for me for so long.”

“And you came back to me,” Martin reminded him passionately, “And I don’t just mean back to life, here, in this world.  I mean you came back, Jon, MY Jon, the Jon I was in love with the moment I laid eyes on him.  The fidgety and obstinate Jon who can’t make a decent cup of tea to save his life, who puts on two different socks in the morning because his nose is already in the paper or a book, who teaches me about bleeding rocks and binary stars and still reacts to the simplest acts of kindness like a warm cranberry orange scone without asking for one like they’re divine miracles he is undeserving of, who looks at me like I hung the moon or something every time.  Even when I thought I was a complete and total waste of a human being, you, Jonathan Sims, the most beautiful, amazing, brilliant man to ever walk the Earth, looked at me like I hung the moon.  And that was… Still is… everything to me.”

The heavens shifted, the stars wheeled, the last piece clicked smartly, smugly into place.

“W-What did you say…?” Jon asked with such urgency, grabbing his hands so fiercely, Martin startled.

“Wh-I-I don’t-?  Which part?  The moon hanging part?” he stuttered, rolling his eyes fondly as he realized mid-sentence, “Oh, right.  Ugh, Jon are you seriously going to get after me about your weird vendetta against idioms at our wedding?  Because if you are that would be annoyingly adorable and so intensely you and kind of perfect, but also can you not on THIS particular occasion?”

The laugh that tore from Jon’s throat was half mad, half euphoric as the weight of the moon lifted from his shoulders and became naught but an indifferent sentinel disc in the sky once more.

“No no no, it’s just… It’s funny, I had more than a few things very, very wrong for a very, very long time.  That’s all.  Don’t worry about it,” he explained, leaning in and pressing a delicate kiss to Martin’s forehead, “If you’re the one who hung the moon after all, then I suppose ‘written in the stars’ will have to do for me.”

Martin lit up with literary glee.

“Oh ho!  Two space related idioms in one go?  What a rare treat!  Maybe this is your gateway drug into puns…” he teased impishly.

“Absolutely no chance in hell.”

They both laughed, laughed with the billowing icy breath that reached with victorious fingers up to the heavens.  They laughed, messily sniffing back the pesky drip of tears and cold.  They laughed with lightness of the encumbrance of hematite armor shed, its bloody protections no longer needed to cage wounded hearts and keep them safe and close.  They laughed in breath and also in the dancing points of light in their eyes as they fell into one another free from gravity.

“So uh… Do I get to see my star tonight, or don’t I?” Martin finally remembered, relishing the utterly horrified yelp from Jon.

“Oh god I completely-!  Y-Yes!  Yes of course, it’s already set up at the proper coordinates!” he had already sprung to his feet, “Oh, though, hang on, it took longer to get to the star viewing part than I anticipated, so I might need to adjust it a bit.  Oh!  And I have a little strawberries and champagne, if you like?”

“I do like, please and thank you!”

Jon set to readjusting the telescope to the proper ascension and declination while Martin poured them two glasses of crisply bubbling champagne.  They twined their arms to drink a toast from each other’s glass, ‘to us’ or ‘to happily ever afters’, or to several other messily rambled toast worthy sentiments.  They couldn’t decide and toasted to all of it.  They ate plump red strawberries and licked the juice from each other’s fingers as they looked at their star, which was, after everything, just a dot, just like Pluto, but Martin had to admit that he rather liked looking at dots after all.  And that one was their dot.  The warm intoxication of love and champagne begged for music, and someone fumbled in the cold for a wedding playlist on some app, somewhere, it didn’t matter, just as long as they could join hands, gaze into each other’s eyes and dance inelegantly, stepping on each other’s toes, under the umbrella of stars in a gentle rain of moonlight.

“I don’t see your problem with cliches, idioms and all that, really…” Martin mused at length, laying his head on Jon’s shoulder as they slowly spun to the rhythm of a longing ballad and the song of the sea, “Like this stupid, great song.  They’re familiar and cozy and everyone knows them.  They’re like… like old friends.  Always there to rely on when we can’t come up with the words ourselves, because sometimes we can’t.  And if something trite and silly sums up the way you feel, why not just let it be?  Sometimes things are said over and over again because some truths are universal, you know?  They’re just… human.”

Jon pressed a kiss into the mop of curls that tickled his nose and smelled faintly of toasted sugar and lavender and mused on all of the romantic cliches that had just passed through his mind unbidden.  Who was he to deny he was but one star in the sky, a single gear in the grand mortal mechanism of the universe.  If he had handed himself over to the humanity of it all instead of rusting, stopping, looking outside where there was never anything to see, perhaps he could have had this dance much sooner.  It didn’t matter though, until it did, because that night Martin took his breath away, made his world go round, he was head over heels for his match made in heaven, and better than heaven, they were written in the stars.

“You know what, Martin?” Jon laughed in reply, “Tonight, being what it is, I am willing to concede.  You are absolutely right.”

“I’m glad…” came the tender acceptance, followed by a distinctly puckish beat of silence, “Then does this mean I can I start saying love you to the moon and back?”

“Don’t push your luck...”

[roguestarsailor]

You know what since we’re still in quarantine and i have nothing else better to do, i need to obsess over ACOTAR. I don't like a court of frost and starlight. For the longest time I couldn't figure out why I didn't like it. I aggressively read the book in maybe a day and I closed it feeling frustrated and annoyed. My version had A Court of Silver Flames preview so that definitely contributed to my annoyance greatly.

It's because it felt too perfect. Everything that had happened -- after the entire war was fought and won, they just go back to their normal lives? Yes there were hiccups and yes there were still aspects that made every IC character feel like their problems aren’t solved yet...but it didnt feel right. yes i enjoyed the snowball fight between the bat boys, feyre + rhys sexy time, and those little comfort moments too, the slice of life type things and seeing feyre accomplishing her goals and how hopeful the future seems BUT its too fast. the good parts of the book did not offset the bad parts of it.

Feyre literally accomplished pretty much every single goal she made back in ACOMAF just like that?? within a span of what a few months? a year?? She really came back from an entire war -- probably the first war of many since she's immortal and just like that, after her 21st birthday: she gets a whole entire estate, wants to start poppin babies, opens her art studio and starts teaching kids and then acting like she can rule an entire court?? the timeline is sooo short esp since its been brought up over and over again how everyone is literally 500 years old and have a super “messy” history and their changes seems to come super dupe slowly. but feyre, who has only lived 0.000000002% of her fae life, is out here thriving just fine???

the war devastated thousands of illyrian soldiers where its changing the politics of the illyrains and the faes, all of whom feyre has responsibilities over too as high lady. the mortal queens are still at large who left the humans on prythian to die which is why feyre was willing to go to war in the first place! what about the rest of hybern and their land and residents?? they wanted to enslave humans for social and economical reasons! then what about integrating humans w deep hatred and fear with deeply prejudice fae??? there’s also spring and summer court who are literally in ruins. thats literally so much. so idk how feyre is just chillin???? she gonna let rhys do all the hard work???

like feyre sit down. u should not be having a baby. esp since it took u literally a 700 pages to heal from those 3 months UTM. ur telling me shes gonna whole heartedly bring in a newborn in a war devastated world, with civil unrest (illyrains, other courts), with the messiness of human and fae integration, with trauma u and rhys will have to continue to overcome esp after THIS war??? even helping ur sisters w their traumas??

this is a personal opinion on this subject (and maybe my thoughts will change on this later on; opened to other thoughts) but when i read the part about how that weaver/seamstress artist who made that dark quilt that feyre loved talked about how her mate of 300 years didn’t come back from the war and her biggest regret was that she didnt have a kid to remember him by i just thought ur kid isn’t some sort of memorabilia. don’t have a kid to keep the memory of ur mate alive; have a kid cuz u want a kid purely for the sake of having a kid. ur memories and photos and shit will keep their memory alive but its not having a kid. some primitive need to keep the genes alive maybe?? but the way it was phrased and then in turn how feyre was like oh i need  a baby pronto cuz rhys might die in the next war and regret not having a kid with him didn’t sit right with me. also the other couple were together for +300 years and have a rich life together, while shes been with rhys for literally two years THATS NOTHING IN FAE YEARS. thats still the honeymoon phase and also ur problems arent even close to being over!!!

everyone was shitty to nesta. in ACOMAF, we saw how much the IC went through and still did all they could to help feyre. what made them not think nesta deserve the same welcome? nesta is mean as a defense but did no one try to figure out what would help (amren got close but shes so under developed)??? feyre knows nesta feels too much and yet she continued to be shitty. continued to flaunt her wealth, her status, her familiarity/borderline know-it-all attitude about fae/night court, her ~estate~. forcing nest to the solstice party when nesta was literally like i dont belong, im looking at everyone through a window type of thing; the fire cracking triggering her, etc. what kind of power play was that when she made nesta come to her estate, where nesta could SEE how ~homey~ and how suscessful feyre is and fully see all the lovely paintings of everyone feyre loves that explicitly exclude her to tell her to fuck off to a war camp?? bro???? cas was a dick too and elaine was rude. i think a lot of his actions were meant to make her angry since anger keeps u fighting (as was the method of rhys for feyre in ACOMAF) but what he said was stupidly shitty and i demand that he apologize properly. elaine could have done more to help her sister but whatever. mor was definitely an ass too (and im upset for how little her character growth is). 

Lucein. that man can’t catch a break tbh. im happy that hes w the band of exiles cuz he is whole heartedly accepted there. feyre was definitely an asshole to him even tho he helped as much as he could throughout the books. he tries so hard w elaine as well and it did hit my heart a bit when she was like gloves to work in my garden?? no ?? i use my bare hands see oNly aZiReL sEeS mE fOr WhO i Am. and at the same feyre is like flaunting her mate status to lucein which is mean as shit. its like this man can’t find love in prythain. then tamlin sending him his box of his things??? thats for sure brutral. tam was literally his partner through it all; savior of sorts even. no love from IC, no love from elaine, no love from feyre, no love from tamlin, no love from autumn court rejected everywhere! also HIS TRUE FATHER?? HEllo??? 

then on tamlin. i pity the guy! was i suppose to feel that way??? it felt like he is allowed to get a redemption arc and maybe i’ll even root for a redemption arc??? i was absolutely excited for freysand in ACOMAF but after ACOFAS, im like tamlin is....not completely bad??? his relationship w feyre was bad and the controlling parts were very much a no-no. i dont truly understand the dynamics of an abusive relationship but i can understand that it can be insidious and its the little things that hurt the victim. and i felt  feyre through ACOMAF and rooted for her to escape her abuser! but then it felt like i dont think he was doing any of those things out of malice. ill say tamlin is a bad leader and doesn’t know how to run a court outside of what he sees his father do. his understanding on everything is based on the traditions of the past which i think fueled most of the things he did i.e. not telling feyre she was in danger since maybe his mom didn’t do those war planning things. ACOTAR showed how he truly cared/loved and took good care of feyre and her family. he even talked about how he didn’t believe in the enslavement of humans! i think that tam wanted to preserve what he thought was the good (aka feyre + her love of painting) and get back a sense of control that he and his entire court lost while chained to amarantha. but at the same time, i think he truly thought feyre wasn’t safe. he knows rhys can crush minds and knows feyre can’t read/write so when he got that letter telling him shes safe of course hes gonna flip shit and made a deal w the devil (although those temper outbursts were DEFINITIVELY not ok!!!). he also didn’t listen and has sense of he knows best when feyre was not the type of person. but feyre destroyed his entire court. he lost all his sentries who literally went out to die for him during amarantha’s reign. he lost lucien too; his trusted right hand man. his people were cursed for 50 years and then continued to suffer UTM and was in the process of rebuilding too!  but just seeing spring court, WHO BORDERS THE HUMANS, be in ruins where his subjects left him, his people left him and hes all alone in the manson?? that was sooo sad. so im like why does what feyre did not feel satisfactory????? im mad that it didn’t feel right??? maybe there wasn’t a point where feyre talked to tamlin -- like really talked to him esp w her new found voice and power, etc. anyways, i dont hate tamlin and was like oh shit i think feyre fucked up a bit there.

rhys is a dick to nesta. which made me think, if feyre wasn’t his mate would he extend the same love and care to her???  i loved how he tried so hard to make sure feyre was ok. made sure she wasn’t breaking! all of it! but for nesta, he had the audacity to use his high lord voice and be an ass overall. even tho he can see how cas is fucken in love??? even just how he talks to cass feels off too. 

i’ll even go as far as to say because of how terrible ACOFAS was, it created this intense divide within the fandom. i remember reading the first three books and was absolutely 1) rooting for freysand  2) curious about the sister relationship and how it will be mended 3) i definitely didn’t hate nesta nor did i hate elaine either -- but i was adament about them talking it out with feyre for those tough times 4) saw a more realistic and charming healing arc 5) was rooting for feyre to be a stronger voice and grow into herself 6) love the dynamic of the inner circle + feyre

but after ACOFAS, I have this intense need to defend nesta and was super mad at how she was treated after the war and in turn a deep dislike for elaine for both her lack of agency, lack of grit that made all the other characters interesting, and lack of care for her sisters (who showed how much they would risk for her). i dont hate rhys but i was extremely not happy with him and his attitude and behavior. feyre became more arrogant and was acting like how asshole rhysand would act. like her life is perfect now and i was not rooting for her anymore. freysand didn’t feel like they have complimenting qualities that made them interesting in the first place but rather they are merging to become the same person but in a bad way. that mind reading thing was cute in the beginning but it became insufferable since all thoughts were shared so seamlessly it made reading feel weird. 

anyways those are my thoughts on ACOFAS. it was a 1/5 stars for me and im mad those events transpired. reading the other books made me excited to know what was gonna happen and i was truly ready to accept the characters as flawed and nuanced as they are. im not mad about character not liking each other but i am mad that everything felt off. ACOFAS just felt regressive in some parts and forced in other parts. i know not everything ends in a nice tied up bow but this book single handily ruined what i thought about these characters in the worse way possible. this book wasn’t suppose to wrap up all the problems that exists in the other books but it didn’t feel hopeful like i thought it would. it didn’t feel wrapped up and didn’t feel like i should be excited about the next books. theres so many missing pieces i feel that i think need explaining and at the same time, i think it introduced too many problems at once which made it feel like its jumping around everywhere. although im still excited for ACOSF because i love nesta, and nesta deserves so much better and i want to have hope that this bad ending will either make sense later on or it was just a blimp.

[moon-goddess-posts]

Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction and I decided to write kaeya first because I just love him sm 😭😭😭😭 anyway hope you guys enjoy! Zhongli is up next. I'm also new to Tumblr so idk how this works LMFAO

Kaeya x Gn reader

Fluff, kaeya is weird but its ok cause he warms up to you, didn't proof read this cause it was 1am

You were walking around the streets of mondstadt, you always loved the night and decided to come out for some fresh air. Lost in thought, you were reflecting on your first moments here and how the handsome calvary captain gave you a tour of the city. You were an adventurer from Fontaine seeking to do research on all the 7 regions. Mondstadt was the first region on your list. You've heard most of it from stories on barbatos and how he saved mondstadt, but you'd love to meet the people and all the certain flowers that were around. You finally arrived at the front gate and the guards gave you a warm welcome. The city air was fresh and everything had a carefree warm feel to it. "This truly is the city of freedom" you thought to yourself and smiled. Having everything written down on your notebook, you decided to try out the foods that were common here. "What can I get for you today?" The women spoke as you came up to the counter. You took out your notebook and chose a dish. "I'll take one chicken mushroom skewer please, ah would I also ask for your name if you don't mind?" You gave a friendly smile. "My name is Sara, worker at Good Hunter! Your food will be right up. I see you arent around here." "Nice to meet you Sara, im actually traveling the 7 regions for my art pieces and mondstadt just happened to be my first one. I would love to know some tourist attractions around here, would you happen to know a guide?" It was nice to see a conversation going well especially since you were never really the best at conversations. But you wanted to hurry up because your social battery was draining fast. "Id love to be your guide" and unfamiliar voice came to the right and you shot your head to that direction. His appearance was definitely different from the rest of the citizens but looked really attractive either way. He was leaning against the booth almost giving off an intimidating nature underneath the layers of charming. "Really? That would be great, thank you so much! And uhm your name is...?" Depsite the oddness you got from him, you did your best to continue the conversation as normally as possible. "Kaeya, Knights of Favionus, happy to be your guide dear" his sudden pet name made you flitch but you pushed it off "So where are we going first dear calvary captain" you gave him a teasing remark as you smirked. He chuckled "well obviously I wouldn't be a good tour guide if I didn't show you the Barbatos statute first." "Ah of course haha" you gave him a nervous chuckle. "Is there any other reason you decided to come here other than to just "explore"" You thought he ease dropped on your conversation, and even so he still didn't find you that trust worthy. "Well I'm a pretty well known artist where I'm from, but besides just coming here to make art I also decided to write a few poems for each region. If you'd want I can show you my works" you smiled happily and his cold attitude started to fade just a bit. "You can show me once we get to the next place, feel free to draw me then too ♡" it wasn't the best first impression but at least he didn't feel as hostile anymore. You and Kaeya finally made it to the statue and it was more beautiful in person than your thoughts could ever imagine. Ideas started to flow through your brain on how to paint it. "Wow its so...." you were at a lost for words. "Breathtaking isn't it?" Kaeya finished your sentence and you flahsed him a small smile and nod. "Yeah it is, ill be sure to mark it down as the first place to paint. Maybe if you'd like, you can give it to the Acting Grandmaster as a token of my thanks for having me here" "Such a kind hearted soul arent you? I'll be sure to inform her." Kaeya patted your head and walked off, assuming he was leading you to the second destination, you started to follow him. "You should stop by the tavern Cats Tail sometime tonight, I can tell you more about this place and if you'd like, more about me," You saw this as an opportunity for more research on the area, and maybe get to know Kaeya a bit more, he truly was an interesting person, so you

accepted. "I'll be sure to make it around 18:00 or 19:00!" The next destination included a beautiful tree, lake, and another small statue of barbatos. You thought it was truly magnificent, especially how the sun hit the leaves all so perfectly giving it a warm glow. "This place is Windrise. Its often associated with love and is one of the most well know spot for dates." He winked at you and you looked away, not really sure what to do. "Is that so? I can see why. Its very beautiful." You did your best not to stutter from how flirty he was being. "This statue here is for offerings. You find anemoculous and you offer them to the statues. In return, you get a gift from the God." "Oh! We have on of those where I'm from as well, but its a different person." You weren't really sure why you wouldn't tell him where you were from, maybe it was because he was super analytical, or the whole predator with its prey vibe he got going on. "There are 7 types of statues that represent the 7 archons, would it be ok if you'd tell me where you're from? I'm just so interested in you." He gave a flirty smirk and you couldn't help but blush a little bit. "Uhm I'm from Fontaine, if you couldn't tell by the clothes. Its quite similar to Mondstadt, but I find it here to be more peaceful and calming than there." "Fontaine huh? I've heard people live the luxury over there. Very formal." He laughed a bit, part of him was right but it wasn't all that good as he was making it sound. "Hmm I guess you could say that, my parents were pretty well off but I can't say much about the rest." Your gaze drifted off to the forming sunset and you wondered if you should head back soon. "Ill head back, ill tell you more about the attractions tomorrow. Don't forget our date tonight deary..." He waved goodbye and walked off. "Deary.." you said to yourself, he flattered you very much but all of it seemed off in a way. You didn't think to much about it and decided to head back too. Your memories of your first interaction with Kaeya was over once you heard someone call your name. A familiar voice that was. "Y/n!" Kaeya called out. Automatically knowing who it was, you turned around to be greeted by a fine tall man dressed in blue tones "Hi Kaeya!" "I dont think its a good idea for a pretty lady like you to be walking out so late at night." He sounded amused but you were over it. "Oh cut it out captain, I know you were just swooning some girls a couple minutes ago." "Haha so what, you jealous?" "Dont flatter yourself, why would I be jealous anyway? Feelings like those are just a waste of time" you hated to admit that you were just a tiny bit jealous. You weren't sure how your crush on the calvary captain formed but it did and it didn't seem to be going away any time soon. Part of you thought maybe he already knew and he was just toying with you. Or maybe he was oblivious to it, thinking no one could love such a person like him. Either way, you still kept these feelings inside. "There's no shame in bearing emotion, love, its just our nature. And for a while I think you've been feeling pretty intense emotions about a certain someone..." His hand tilted your chin so you could face up to him. Shoot did he know? How was that possible? Was I that obvious? You thought to yourself, you weren't sure how you were going to get out of this situation. "I...I-its nothing that concerns of you" you broke eye contact but you knew kaeya wasn't letting up. "A lie to a lier is no stranger, but if you wish to keep your secrets then who am I to cross such a boundary." He back off from you and you started to breathe again. You wanted to tell him so bad. How much you loved and cared for him, how much you so desperately wanted to be there for him no matter what situation. You were willing to take risks for him if it meant that one day you would forever be together. But maybe you thought the image you had of him was wrong. You knew well enough his flirty nature was never sincere, and how he was hiding something much darker then you ever wanted to imagine. Even so, you still wanted your

thoughts of him to become right. So before he walked off again you mustered up the courage. "Kaeya wait! I, I do actually want to tell you something." He looked surprised now but intrigued. "Ever since we met, there was always something different about you. It always left me wanting to know more and over the years I did learn more about you. But then I started feeling these weird emotions and having thse weird thoughts like thinking maybe one day we could be together...or knowing the real you even. I know you say less than you lead on but I felt like I'd be willing to take extreme risks to know who you actually are. I feel so safe around you and I always smile at those good memories we have. I dont know if this is called love, I dont know fully what love is but you're special enough for me to be having these feelings." Thats it, you let everything out. Awaiting for rejection, you began to panic when the silence held for what seemed like an eternity, until you heard him walking toward you. He held your chin again and gave you a look you've never seen before. A mix of admiration, and happiness. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip and you tensed up. "Kaeya...." Before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a kiss. A new feeling started to arise and your whole body began to feel hot. Euphoria was coursing through your veins and you felt like you were going to fall without Kaeyas support. He was so warm, so intoxicating. You couldn't even feel where you were or he was, it all just became a bundle of sensations and happiness. You couldn't tell how long you both had kissed for but you were the first one to pull away as your breath began to shorten. "As much as a flirt as I am, I dont do well communicating my actual emotions. So id prefer to show them through my actions. I cant say it right now, but I hope that helped you realize what my answer is." He pulled you into a hug and you buried his face into his fur jacket. Already knowing his answer, you breathed a sigh of relief

[lollybliz]

bout to make a Monster of a fic rec post here we go

heyo @jinx108! We’ll start with the complete ones because sometimes you’re just not in the mood to wait for the last chapter, you know? I don't remember details of all of these so i’m just going to copy the author’s summary rather than write my own. I am literally just going through my bookmarks, I got 400 of these to sort through. if ive talked to or am familiar with the author im gonna mention them, but if I mention you and you don't want me to have Please tell me and i’ll remove it.

If you’re not into spoilers Please Tread Carefully, I don't watch out for that stuff so I wont know to label it

1>Crushing Truth by Bunzuku: Tododeku. “Romance is hard enough for a teenager to understand when they have a good relationship role model. For Shoto, it takes two excited meddlers for him to even realize what his feelings really are.“

2>Disowned by b00mgh: tododeku + others. Unrated, some traumatic elements. “Shouto freaks out under a bridge and I use the word "grass" a lot more than I really should. Izuku does his stupid martyr thing and everyone makes continuous references to his propensity to break his bones. Aizawa goes "oh FUCK my kids are dying again" and his students use him as emotional (and physical) support. A friend requests angst, I say what kind, she say idk make someone get disowned and i say oh this I can absolutely provide my good buddy.”

3>cotton candy hands by @chonideno: Kiribaku. I will take Any excuse to rec this fic, its the most fluffy pile of feels Good Lord. also the first fic I ever bound into a physical book. “Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro“

4>Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v: Kiribaku, tododeku. A considerable amount of Whump and related angst, and kinda sad tbh. “Blind. Quirkless. Useless.The first two things were stated clearly by the doctor that sat about five feet in front of Izuku. The third was a word that Kacchan called him everytime he failed to make the jump on whatever forest excursion they were on or when he ran into a tree because he hadn’t seen it. “I’m so, so sorry, Izuku.” Was his mom giving up on him already? But he could still be a hero if he tried hard enough, right? Quirkless or not. Blind or not. Just because Izuku was useless now didn’t mean he would stay that way forever, right? *** A Blind!Izuku AU”

5>Yell Heah by fakecharliebrown: Chatfic. M a n y pairings. technically complete, but part of an ongoing series. “Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.“

6>Sunshine by Rosey_Note: BIG SAD. tw- failed suicide attempt. KiriKamiBaku. “They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood. Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now. And they deserved sunshine. In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.“

7>Electric Connection by  Onlymostydead: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy. And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep. But, thankfully, he has good friends.“

8>The Best (The Worst) by Onlymostydead: no romantic pairing. tw- rampant transphobia, both outside and internalized. “Bakugou Katsuki has known who he was since he was four years old. He was a boy, it was as simple as that. Around his friends, at school... But things couldn't just be that simple, could they?“

9>Lichtenberg Figures by Q_loves_you: no definite romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.“

10>Eventuality by KikaTouka: ill be honest I don't remember this one at all, I maaaay not have read it yet :/. anyway. ShinKami. “Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.“

11>Pickup Lines for the Soul by MustardSoup: ShinKami. “Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.“

12>caught in my own web by @anxioussailorsoldier: ShinKami. “Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.“

13>not so summer love by nataliya: ShinKami. “Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door. “We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair. “I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.””

14>Blamed by coldandhotsoba: ShinKami. Tw- they fuckin kill a guy and its a lil nasty. “This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights.  Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.“

15>Lightning Scars by Present-Mics-Scream (write_your_way_out): Shinkami. “It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things. Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.“

16>See No Evil, Hear No Evil by randomfan188: no romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.“

17>how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki by dreamtowns: no defined romantic pairing. “If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.“

18>”Studying” by emmyrox22: ShinKami, EraserMic. “Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made“

19>Weaknesses by sunflowerstorm: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer. When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.“

20>it’s hurt denki hours by memeingfultrash: ShinKami + others. ““Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.” Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit. ~some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him”

21>Petition to replace Mineta with Shinsou- (signed by Kaminari Denki) by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami + others. This is one of my favorites, I go back to reread it from time to time. It SAYS 41/42, but that's just a glitch cus chapter 36 doesn't exist for some reason, I talked to the author about it and its fine. “Mineta brings shame to the color purple. You know who does not bring shame to the rich color, but pride and sexual tension to one infatuated Kaminari Denki instead? Shinsou Hitoshi, aka sexy zombie man, aka the most perfect hunk of a man to walk planet earth, aka future husband. Shinsou has finally gotten his chance to prove himself to the hero course, and he did more than prove himself. The only question left unanswered is whether he will start in A or B, and how Kaminari can manipulate the end result.“

22>How to Get a Boyfriend (in Four Easy Steps!) by e1ana: ShinKami, EraserMic, + others. “Step 1: Get kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Step 2: Run headfirst into your brooding, mysterious crush. Step 3: Sleep in his dad’s (see: your homeroom teacher) house Step 4: Watch everything you thought you knew go to shit. This isn’t exactly the sweet, romantic plan that Kaminari Denki longed for. Will everything be ok, or will step 5 be to crash and burn?“

23>Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701: Kiribaku, TodoDeku, + others. This is another one of my favorites, and the one I am currently folding and sewing into a physical book. you learn how to do funny things when bored and quarantined ig. “It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students. To say that things had snowballed was an understatement. Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.”

24>Colour Theory by chancellorxofxtrash: TodoBakuDeku. this one’s a series. “Midoriya/Bakugo/Todoroki slow burn soulmate AU. All three of them are nerds with their own emotional issues, trying to navigate their way through becoming heroes, and their own relationship with each other.“

25>Summer Sunshine by Mara97: TodoDeku. Ever want a Barbie in a mermaid tale/Bnha crossover? No? well here you go anyway! “Instead of worrying about college, Izuku spends his summer vacation finding out his father is, supposedly, a dead merman king and going on a quest to dethrone the current king, Endeavor. Along the way, Izuku becomes close to the three journeying with him, makes friends with strangers, starts crushing on an unattainable prince, and, in the end, learns to love himself. Oh, and he saves a kingdom, too.“

26>The snowflakes on our skin and the flames in our soul are one (and the same), my love by missunderstuffyou: TodoDeku, Kiribaku. this is one of the ones I keep a running reread comment going on. its at,,, 6, atm.  “Before your quirk begins to present itself, the soulmate link comes through, and suddenly whatever you write upon your own skin appears on the body of your soulmate. As your soulmate writes to you, the emotions they feel follow through the ink.Izuku Midoriya is four years and a few months old when he first feels the slight ebbing in his arms. It doesn’t hurt… he can just feel something, and it’s enough to make him sprint into his mother’s arms screaming that his quirk is coming. She had been washing in the kitchen, and the sudden screech as her son rockets into her side is enough to make her jump with panic, immediately grabbing at him and looking for cuts and bumps before she understands his words and the stupidly bright, alight smile on his face with large, watery, hopeful eyes. Shoto Todoroki doesn’t feel his soulmate connection open up. It is drowned in the aches of a small body worked far too hard.“

27>It was dark inside the closet by Chad_Champion69420: Pre-ShinDeku? maybe? its tagged shindeku but like. it’ll make sense if you read it. “Midoriya is invited to a party. He and Shinsou decide to play a little trick on the rest of the party during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

28>how to woo your local trash gremlin: a comprehensive guide by Todoroki shouto by wonhaebunny: TodoBaku. this is the fic that dragged me into todobaku, fun fact. “five times shouto tries to confess to bakugou, and one time he doesn't bother tryingaka: wikihow is a scam and bakugou is a terrible, terrible boy“

29>top ten photos taken right before disaster by Shookspeare: ShinDeku. “Izuku participates in a harmless prank, only to end up ruining it and running for dear life.“

30>Secrets to Share by pechebaie: no definite romantic pairing. “Kirishima comes out first, and nothing changes. Kirishima and Kaminari still hang out to complain about class and talk about boys - and sometimes girls, too, in Kaminari’s case; he still plans stupid pranks with Sero that get them sent to the principal’s or nurse’s office every time; Ashido still kicks his ass at Mario Kart without hesitation; and Bakugou doesn’t get angry at him any more than he usually does.“

31>What One Hides by Pinalinet: TodoDeku. “All Might gives class 1-A an unusual assignment that results in Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto attending a weekly acting class. But with a mysterious villain targeting individuals without Quirks, and a developing issue of Todoroki's own, an after-school assignment is the least of their worries.“

32>whether or not we’re fated, we’re meant to be by juurensha: KINDA SPOILERY. TodoDeku + others. “Todoroki didn’t have a soulmark for most of his life.His siblings all did, but up until the day of the U.A. entrance exam, he had shoved the idea aside. It’s not like they could help him anyway. And then a 9 appears on his chest, and a green-haired boy barrels into his life with a fire and ice soulmark on his arms, and suddenly Todoroki cares very much about all this could mean.”

33>The Midnight Shift by meiishu @meiishu @totallytodoroki (idk which you’d rather I attach so I went with both): ShinKami. ““Hey Toshi,” Denki says, and he laughs, clearly embarrassed. He’s got on a jean jacket that did him absolutely no help and a white tee shirt that is currently stuck to his torso. It’s got a pikachu design in the center. “By any chance, do you sell umbrellas?” “You really went out in this weather.” Hitoshi deadpans, instead of dignifying that with an answer. or hitoshi works the midnight shift at the gas station, which also doubles as a pokestop for pokemon go. of course, denki is a regular.”

34>Rock the House by AkabaneKayo: ShinKami. “It wasn’t just his bed. It was his entire fucking room shaking. Only one thought crossed his mind at that moment: “Holy shit. My room is haunted.”“

35>Technically, they’re morning kisses by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami. “Most nights, Shinsou cannot fall sleep. Neither can Kaminari. It seems counterproductive to have a sleepover then, but they try to make it work. And they fail, but that is okay.“

36>someone to call mine by nearly_theyre: ShinKami, EraserMic “From: Me wish you were here, denks From: kitten 💛💘💛 what if i was tho? OR Four times Denki snuck into Hitoshi's room and one time he walked through the front door.“

37>Pretty by Onlymostydead (noticing some repeat authors? me too): no definite romantic pairing. “(Or, Kaminari still can't figure out bra clasps.) Kaminari has never really felt good about himself. Herself? Whichever way, not knowing doesn't make anything easier. Especially when he (she?) and Mina have their bodies swapped during training, and everything seems too right.“

38>If I offer you my hand, will you take it? by bleukitsune: Kiribaku. SPOILERY. ““Why?” Kirishima leaned back on his hands, trying to create some space between them. Too close. The ash-blond looked really nervous, his usually arrogant and cunning demeanor gone. “What do you see when you look at me? Kirishima is worried. Bakugou is hurting. After his confrontation with Midoriya, he finally reaches out to him. “

Theres way more but I haven't tagged them properly yet so that m a y come later if I can ever finish going through and adding my sorting tags.

and then a last few that Are Not Complete but im really very fond of them. not as many as id like to add, but my hands are getting tired tbh.

39>State of Mind by GuardianOfTheLoaf: no relationship YET but its looking like it’ll be either tododeku or shindeku, probably the former. EraserMic. tw- childhood neglect and severe depression. Izuku’s not a happy kid. “Izuku was a late bloomer, his quirk lying dormant until his tenth birthday when in a fit of emotion he grabs his mother and she disappears. With All Might slowly restoring his confidence Izuku begins the difficult journey into becoming a hero.“ 18/? chapters.

40>Izuku Eats His Problems by CosmicAce: ShinDeku. Izuku’s a flerkin, what more could you want? “His whole life, Izuku Midoriya was taught to keep his powers, his Quirk, hidden from the world. His kind were feared, hunted to near extinction because of it. He just wants to show people he’s different. That he can be a HERO. And nothing is going to stop him. Even if his Quirk IS like an eldritch abomination.“ 43/? chapters

and then probably my current favorite bnha fic- although it fights with Apertum Mortem for that spot but that ones d a r k and not here-

41>family of the year by periiwren: EraserMic. “Hitoshi is done. Done with moving around every few months to a couple that will scrutinize him and eventually dump him right back where he started. Good thing he’s well past his strike limit now- at least he can stay in one place, be content to age out of the system and finish out his training with Aizawa. Maybe transfer into the hero course, maybe be a hero- but none of that was guaranteed. The only thing for sure was that he was going to stay in that center for the rest of his childhood. Or so he thought- because Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi have other plans.“ 24/? chapters. we’ve been informed that this one’s gonne be l o n g and im Very Grateful.

42>Here There Be Dragons by here_and_there: pre-ShinDeku. “Izuku looked at the small circle Aizawa had motioned to in front of them. "I won't fit," he whispered, thinking. He raised his hand, tentatively. Sighing, Aizawa grumbled, "What?" "I-I have a question. Actually, two." His teacher just stared at him, unimpressed. Izuku continued. "Can we activate our quirks before we step into the ring?" Aizawa looked up into the sky, muttering something Izuku didn't hear. "If you must." "O-Okay. Uh, second question. You said we have to stay inside the circle, right?" "Yes." The man looked disappointed, not only in Izuku but in himself for letting the kid speak. "Great. Uh... does that include tails?"“ 6/? chapters.

43>Another Option by sandersonsister: TodoBakuDeku, Touya/Hawks, Dabi/Hawks. Potentially Spoilery, depends on whether horikoshi has the guts to confirm Touya. this one is waiting around the corner with a baseball bat, its really cute, and then r e a l l y painful. it might be getting better though. maybe. it might be getting worse. “When Touya stops his mother from hurting Shouto, he decides enough is enough. He needs to get out of this house and he's taking his baby brother with him.“ 33/? chapters.

That's it i’m done for now, oof. maybe ill edit more onto this post later, maybe i’ll just make another one. hope some of these work!

[frogmentarii]

QUESTIONS FOR OC CREATORS

Haaaa ok so I am doing this cause i saw @fallout-lou-begas steal it from @tarberrymentats and they both looked like they were havin hella fun so i am commandeering this for my own purposes. So lucky for yall its Emi time (art by the dearest @yesjejunus because yall need to see more of her work)

A) Why are you excited about this character?

Because she's an older woman (57) that breaks a lot of moulds and I love to see it. Aside from just enjoying older characters, Emi isn't a sweet old lady and she isn't here to try and mother anyone. Her drives are entirely her own and while she prioratizes herself and her sister before anyone else, its not always due to complete selfishness and just due to growing up in the wastes (I try to keep her character true to a fend for yourself setting as possible). I think Ill go into detail in another question with this, but I went through a lot of concepts and personalities for Emi before settling on someone who was seasoned and very much a product of the wastes. I think after seeing a lot of other couriers I finally figured out what I wanted to do differently, and that sort of helped guide her to become what she is today.

B) What inspired you to create them?

I think my last line there sort of short answers this. I wanted someone different from the other couriers I saw, and wanted to make one that was distinct or even juxtaposed against some tropes. She's a woman in her late 50s that doesnt try and play mom/granny to the companions, she very much has no stake in what happens to the Mojave, she doesnt care about Benny or that he shot her in the head (such is life in the Mojave, but she did have a job to complete so ripperoni him), and a lot of her motivations are selfish or exist to benefit her sister. She doesnt act 'old' in the fact that she isn't a wise caring soul or a grumpy old man, but rather her age is shown through her experience, and this also shapes her personality. She's never had to formally 'grow up' so she can come off as immature and irritating for her own entertainment, but she doesn't have youthful ignorance for how the world works. She knows how to be responsible but she doesnt have to act like it outwardly, even with her Tragic Caregiver Backstory.

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

To a large degree in the beginning, yes, and to specific degrees now, also yes. Writing in general isnt my strong point though I did know what I wanted for her. The main image is there but the details are funky, and Ive been slowly hammering those out as I work along with her and Camila's stories. There's been some huge changes along the way that help push both of them towards an ending I like and that fits them, and even if it takes forever and I never actually write a fic, I'll be happy when she finally feels completed in New Vegas.

Aside from that, she kind of fits in anywhere in regards to AUs. My friend @yesjejunus and I have probably like 40000 fucking aus for our OCs and all of them feel just as organic and their canon stories.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

So I know I have an 'original concept Emilia' art on here where she looked like Laura Croft and had aviators but that wasnt even her first concept. I had originally wanted to make a petite southern belle type from Louisiana who used a shot gun and had a mean streak, but as I kept playing with concepts Emi really started to lean other places. Another huge change was her personality. Even when her concept got settled as a sniper from Mexico, she was suppose to be an early 30s caravan guard who was way too sure of herself. While there are reminents of that concept still in her, she has a lot more experience in the wastes and in think-on-your-feet situations to back up her attitude. Another thing she required was dropping her "take me seriously" personality with more goofy "i do what i want cause why not" traits.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Emi can get along with anyone at a surface level, for a small while, if it will benefit her or she wants to pass time. She really doesn't have interest in folks who arent interesting or beneficial in some way. Since I don't really offer her much, and am a bit of a wet bag, she might yank my chain for her own funsies or she'd have no interest.

And while I did indeed give Emi my go with the flow attitude, I think I wouldn't be able to keep up with her. Emi is very fast paced and doesnt necessarily have regard for those she decides to pick up as drinking buddies for the night. Def dont trust her with my life, and knowing the shit she gets into I'd def want to steer clear of it....like a trainwreck its much better to watch her from a safe distance, lol.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

A lot of affection from a meta standpoint? I've worked with Emi and Cam a lot since creating them, and they've def come a long way since their original concepts. I wouldn't say their story is quite where I want it yet, but I am quite happy with it overall.

That, and Ive met so many awesome writers along the way with Emi. Not all of my friends have posted fic but the amount of world building and having our characters interact and talking OCs ive done with them has placed both Emi and their OCs in a special place for me. Sure her having her own story is fun but I much more prefer the bonds Ive created with people over OCs and I think thats a bit more of a cherished component to character creation for me.

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

Literally? That she likes to be irritating if she feels she can get away with it (or even if she cant). Actually? That she has a very "I shelter you and feed you therefore I make the rules, period." stance on how she takes care of her charge. She lets a lot of shit slide with Camila but things get very Rapunzel-esque at times.

H) What trait do you admire most?

How sure of herself she is. Even if its to a fault, she trusts herself and her judgements. That sort of confidence is something I strive to have haha.

To a lesser degree, and more of a meta point I wanted to make with her, just...her appearance I suppose? To me she's attractive, but she also has a lot of traits that aren't conventionally attractive and that's played a lot into how Ive wanted her to be. Again she's 57 years old. She has age to her body, her skin wrinkles and droops, her tits sag, she has the body of someone who uses chems, and yet despite her age and breaking of beauty standards ive made it a point to show that she is desired or thought of as attractive in non fetish specific circumstances. She herself, while aro, also still has an active sex drive and I really wanted this to be a backseat part of her character, as I feel like fandom in general shafts older women in this department (this also goes for a lot of her non 'old lady' traits I give her too). She still has sexual needs and is still very much sexually active, and she is still found to be a regular sort of attractive and is desired by those she gets involved with.

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

Yes? Ish, to a degree. I didnt have to but I wanted to. I also did a lot of headcanoning with post Mexico for her early life which, afaik is free real estate for lore/nothing super detailed has been given in canon.

Given that she and Camila both shape their stories as individuals, I did have to split up some canon elements to follow two seperate characters, but other than that I really just had to make sure Emilia's story wasnt "boring" in the fact that she again, has no real stake in what happens to Vegas/the Mojave.

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

Cackles in 'which au will I obsess with today'

For the most part yes, however I love placing her in new things or different stories. She may be 'my courier' but really shes just the frog granny that goes into whatever au I am feeling at the time.

[sparklingichigo]

Human World Adventures

Part 8 - More like Beel's proposal episode

Days after that incident, Diavolo is bored and decides to take everyone on a trip, but he has no idea where to go. He has two choices the Zoo or the Aquarium. Due to this confusion, Diavolo asks Lucifer what he prefers, so here we are with Lucifer announcing it to them.

Lucifer: Everyone, Lord Diavolo has proposed a trip for us. He picks out the Zoo and the Aquarium because he can't choose which one he wants to go to.

Barbatos, internally: Finally, a vacation TToTT

Diavolo: Yeah, they're both excellent, I prefer the Zoo since I haven't seen the human world animals, but I'm also....curious about the sea creatures...

Haruka: Oh, I have an idea! You can go to the Aquarium and the Zoo. Maybe after you go to the Zoo, then you go to the Aquarium.... with your ticket!

Diavolo: Hey, that's a good idea! We can do that-

Lucifer: To be fair, let's just divide ourselves into groups. The first group will be going to the Zoo, and the other will go to the Aquarium. So, who's going where?

Solomon: I'm definitely in! Let's go to the Zoo!

Satan: Hmm.....

Ichigo: The Zoo has cats, big ones

Satan: Zoo, please!

Haruka:...

Simeon:...

Levi: I'll go to the Aquarium. Yall can enjoy the sun for all I care.

Mammon: Can I-

Barbatos: Lord Diavolo and I will be both going to the Zoo.

Lucifer: What about you, Beel? Belphie?

Belphie: zzz.....zzz.....zzz

Lucifer: Uh...Beel?

Beel: I don't feel like going today...

Ichigo: Huh? Are you sure?

Levi: You sure? There are lots of food stalls here and there plus you can discover new things!

Beel: Uhm...

Asmo: Beel, aren't you gonna help me with something?

Lucifer: Oh? Do you have something to do?

Asmo: Yeah, but it's just for a while. It won't be long, plus I can catch up to the Aquarium ^^

Lucifer: Alright then, here's your ticket. I just sent it to you.

Asmo: Thanks a lot, Lucifur~

Mammon: Hey! I haven't got to choose! >:(

Pretty much the list is Simeon, Levi, Asmo, Luke, and Lucifer are going to the Aquarium. At the same time, Solomon, Satan, Diavolo, and Barbatos are the ones who are going to the Zoo. The ones who haven't choose their destination are Mammon, Haruka, and Ichigo.

Ichigo: Let's go to the zoo! [to Haruka]

Haruka: Oh yeah! Let's do that!

But before Lucifer can even type their names into his notes, Asmo interrupts them.

Asmo: Ichigo, you gotta help me with this too! I need both you and Beel, OK! To model my clothing!

Ichigo: Must it be today? :(

Asmo: Yes! Plus, we can always catch up to them later.

Ichigo: OK then...Beel, if we're catching up, where do you wanna go?

Beel: If we're catching up... I'm OK with both, plus there are food stalls and lots of merchandise stores in both of those places, I've heard.

Levi: You are 1000% correct! You could've told us that you have things to do!

Mammon: Yeah! We're fine if you're gonna catch up!

Beel: Alright then! Belphie, where do you wanna go?

Belphie: zzz... Aquarium....zzz.... more reason to sleep in a cold place... zzz.....

Beel: Then I'll go with Belphie!

Lucifer: OK then, Beel, Belphie, I just sent you your tickets so you can catch up^^. Now, Mammon, where do you wanna go?

Mammon: ...Aquarium...

Lucifer: Good :)

Finally, the list is complete, and everyone is ready to go. But before everyone can go, Simeon holds Haruka back, earning a confused stare from the blonde girl.

Haruka: What's wrong, Simeon?

Simeon: Here, to protect you [puts a protective bracelet on her left wrist]

Haruka: I'm sure I'll be OK. It's the human world, after all.

Simeon: I just don't want bad things to happen again, this bracelet can sense sinners from across the room, and once they touch you, they'll be electrocuted.

Haruka: I see... oh, it has a heart on it! So cute!

Mammon: Hey, Haruka! Come on, let's- Whooaaa! That's a sparkly bracelet! [trying to reach for it] oUCH!

Simeon: Like that, for example :)

Mammon: Why??? I just wanna see it! [dramatic sobbing]

Simeon: Are you sure? ^^

Mammon: I am;-; it is sparkly, and I just want to touch- [got zapped again] THAT THING IS BROKEN! I CAN FEEL IT. IT'S ACCUSING ME OF SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO!

Lucifer: M A M M O N!!

Mammon: OK, OK!

With that, they all leave the house to the twins, Asmo and Ichigo. Before Ichigo can do anything, Asmo instantly drags her into his room with an outfit already created for her.

Ichigo: That's the clothing you're talking about?

Asmo: Yep! That's the outfit I'm talking about!

Ichigo: It's surprisingly casual. Going for the daily line, perhaps?

The clothing was a cute white off-shoulder top with a pink high-waisted skirt. Beside it, there's the guy's outfit, it looks casual as well, but it gives her some k-drama vibes.

Ichigo: And that's for.....?

Asmo: Oh, this is for Beel! I think he'd look amazing in this!

Ichigo: I think so too

Asmo: Plus, I'll also be shooting an ad like this, quite a coincidence that we're going to the Aquarium. I've been thinking of doing a dating theme for my clothing line! What do you think?

Ichigo: It's actually awesome! It does give off a romantic theme!

Asmo: Beautiful clothing for the most beautiful couple~!

Ichigo: Oh, Asmo, you're exaggerating! Wait, why didn't you ask Solomon for this? I mean, you two are the hottest couple in Devildom, right?

Asmo: As much as I want to... I kinda feel like this clothing suits you and Beel more since it's more on the sweet romantic side. You know how my relationship is. It has a little more spice to it!

Ichigo: True, it does.

Asmo: Anyways, it's Beel's turn! Let's get you out of here~ [pushes Ichigo out]

Ichigo: Wha- why??

Asmo: oooh! You wanna see him change, don't you~

Ichigo: N-no?

Asmo: Then get out! Why are you still in my room??

Ichigo: OK, OK! Calm down!

As soon as she's out, Asmo instantly slams the door shut, shocking the pink-haired girl. As she's waiting outside, she sees Beel coming into Asmo's room. Ichigo feels quite awkward since she's not used to such clothing, but it seems that Beel likes the dress, but he just gives her a smile.

Once Beel enters, she decides to just chill on a couch and accompany Belphie sleeping there. As she's waiting, Asmo finally gets out, but Beel is gone! The pink-haired girl blinks confusedly because where did her boyfriend go?

Asmo: Bestiiiee! Come, come, I'll do your makeup and hair!

Ichigo: Eh? Right now?

Asmo: Yes! Right now! Come on! [drags Ichigo to his room]

Now onto the others, they end up in a minibus thanks to, yet again, Diavolo. Everyone is already seated but Haruka. She's confused since she has no idea where to sit. Sure, she can sit next to Simeon, but Luke is there. Luckily Rosaria comes to the rescue and offers a seat beside her.

Rosaria: Haruka, you can sit here with me^^

Haruka: Thank you, ma'am. [sits beside her]

Levi: Hey Haruka, you can always sit with us!

Haruka: Uhm... I'll just sit here^^

Simeon: That's okay^^ Plus, you can bond since you're both women.

Rosaria: Aw, Simeon, you're such a sweetheart!

Once Haruka is seated, suddenly, she feels a flannel on her lap. She looks up and sees Simeon covering her thighs.

Haruka: It's OK, Simeon, it's scorching hot, plus its summer :(

Simeon: You can keep it. It's OK.

Haruka: Alright then...

After a few minutes, they finally arrived at the venue of their trip. A zoo and an aquarium all at once. Might as well call it an animal world. The entrance starts off in a fake jungle with all the animals running around. It was loads of fun, there were lots of animals there until they had to find a parking spot. Now we all feel bad for the driver. That driver really needs a raise.

As soon as the driver parks the minibus, they get off the bus to their chosen areas. Luckily since Animal World is all about animals, they can go to the Zoo and the Aquarium.

Levi: Aquarium, here I come!!!

Mammon: Hey, wait for me!

Lucifer just walks into the Aquarium behind them. He is sort of glad they had to get a vacation after all the stress. Yes, despite being in the human world, Diavolo still gives him work, and he needs to go through meetings with the demon lord and the celestial realm to settle things between them ever since that horrible incident.

In another section of the Aquarium, Simeon accompanies Luke in seeing the sea stars by the kids' pool. He can see the mini angel looking so happy, touching the sea stars, and talking to the other kids.

Luke: :o we can make our own sea star?!

Simeon: Your own sea star? That looks like a lot of fun. Do you want to join them? ^^

Luke: Yes, please! Can I, Simeon?

Simeon: Of course you can^^ I'll even accompany you!

Luke: Yay!

Meanwhile, Haruka sticks to Rosaria like glue in the zoo section since she's the only girl around. Rosaria, of course, doesn't mind since she also thinks the same thing.

Haruka: It's quite a pity that Michael can't come with us...

Rosaria: He's...quite busy as an archangel. Furthermore, he's the head of archangels.

Haruka: I see...

Suddenly Haruka feels someone tapping her shoulder, and that same person gets electrocuted instantly. Both Rosaria and Haruka turn around to see Satan holding his hand in pain.

Satan: What was that about?!

Haruka: It's a protective bracelet to protect me from bad things^^

Rosaria: You seem to have bad intentions up your sleeves, don't you, dear nephew? ^^

Satan: I was just tapping her shoulder since I just saw a big cat and I want to show her! I didn't do it with ill intention!

Rosaria: The bracelet says a different thing. Come on, Haruka. I think I saw something interesting.

Haruka: Right behind you, ma'am! [follows Rosaria along, leaving confused Satan]

The two women are now looking at meerkats, and Rosaria finds them adorable, especially how they're standing. As they were looking, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and that person was safe and sound.

Diavolo: How's the trip, ladies?

Rosaria: It was great! I always love animals!

Haruka: Thank you so much for this trip, Lord Diavolo! You're the best!

Diavolo: Oh, you're just exaggerating! I'm doing this because I've heard many troubles have happened in that household. I think maybe you and Ichigo deserve a break.

Barbatos: I agree to that too, M'lord. Chaos keeps on happening in that mansion for no reason,

Haruka: I don't know how it happened....and I don't wanna stereotype...but you know how demons are, don't you, Lord Diavolo?

Diavolo: As their future king, of course, I do. Sometimes we do get ahead of ourselves. Some have great self-control like Barbatos, some have zero self-control, like those demons in the most bottom layer.

Haruka: I see...

Solomon: Hey, Haruka! Look! This looked exactly like Belphie!

Haruka: Huh?! Whe- A Sloth?!

Solomon: Yeah! He's the avatar of sloth! Look at it being lazy!

Haruka: [sweat drops in wtf]

Barbatos: Don't mind him. He may be a human, but he's 200 years old. He's probably turning into a grandpa anytime soon like the rest of us.

Solomon: I heard that! >:(

Now back at the Aquarium, Simeon helps Luke make the sea stars, and Luke makes one for the girls.

Luke: Look, Simeon! I made one for Ichigo and one for Haruka!

Simeon: It looks pretty, and it does suit them^^

Luke: I made one for you too. It's in sky blue, just like the skies in the celestial realm.

Simeon: It does look beautiful. Thanks a lot, Luke.

Luke: Simeon...should I make one for Beel too? How about Barbatos?

Simeon: You can if you want to^^

Luke: OK! I'll go make one for them too to appreciate them for how they treat me in Devildom!

Simeon can't help but look as proud as ever, his apprentice has grown into such a kind angel, and furthermore, he's kind to everyone without judgment. He still does judge the rest of the brothers, but that's because they harass him, which is quite fair in his opinion. But besides that, Luke has become the angel that he's supposed to be. Kind, respectful, grateful, and more great things.

I'm sure you're wondering, what's happening at home? Don't worry, I got you. So back at the mansion, Ichigo is now looking as beautiful as ever with her makeup done by Asmo. Her eyelids sparkle in rose gold eyeshadow with a wing liner, her hair is thrown into her casual half-up half-down ponytail but with a cute pink ribbon, and her lips are painted in natural peach. Everything looks perfect so far.

Asmo: Now you're ready. Come on, Beel is waiting for you!

Ichigo: Is he in the photoshoot set already?

Asmo: Maybe^^

Ichigo: Are we late? Are the photographers here already?!

Asmo: I'm the one who's taking the picture. Calm down!

Ichigo nods as she follows Asmo to the third level of the mansion, where they find a balcony with a beautiful view. There stood Beel, facing the patio.

Ichigo: Beel?

The said man looked back and was amazed! Asmo did a perfect job on her clothing, hair, and makeup. She looks beautiful! The same thing goes for Ichigo. She never thought she'd see the day Beel wearing pink and have his bang brushed up like that. Honestly, he looks stunning, and she can't help but stare. This girl is overwhelmed. How is the cutie that she dated for 1 year is now standing right before her, looking hot as ever? She has no idea, but nonetheless, she's impressed.

Asmo: I'll be right back. Have fun, you two!

Ichigo: Wait, Asmo!

Ichigo was about to chase him, but that diva was way too fast. The pink-haired girl huffed and stayed at the balcony with Beel. The couple stares at the beautiful view in front of them.

Ichigo: It's beautiful...

Beel: It is... [staring at her]

Ichigo: Guess Asmo is gonna take a while. So what should we do? Eating is off the option since we don't wanna ruin our looks.

Beel: We can't? :(

Ichigo: Sorry, Hon, I don't wanna ruin this makeup and the photoshoot, plus I know how messy you are with your food!

Beel: Hey! :(

Ichigo: I'm joking. You're getting better at it, don't worry!

The two of them turn silent again as they once again stare at the view. Ichigo is fine with the silence. It actually relaxes her, and so does Beel. The two of them are happy and content just being together. Suddenly Ichigo felt Beel moving away, shocking her.

Ichigo: Beel?

Ichigo turns around and sees Beel kneeling down right in front of her. At first, she was about to make a joke saying, "Oh, is your shoes untied?" But it's a laceless shoe! The only thing that came to her mind was a marriage proposal!

Beel: Ichigo, I know we've been dating for 1 year, and you really make me happy. Sure, at first I think it's because of your cooking skills, but now I think it's more than that. Your patience, your care, your love, your affection, it fulfills me, sometimes I start to think, "huh, how come I'm not hungry when she's around me. That's odd..." but now I know. Your whole being fills the gap inside my heart, the hole that causes me to feast on everything in existence. So, Ichigo, will you please make me the happiest demon in the world and marry me?

Hearing Beel's love proclamation and proposal bring tears to Ichigo's eyes as she stares at the love of her life. She always wanted to be with him and always will.

Ichigo: Yes, I'll marry you. It's a yes! [obviously tearing up]

Beel gives her a smile as he puts on the ring. The ring is a ruby ring that looks like a rose with emeralds surrounding it as if it's a rose crown. She has no idea how Beel got that ring, but she loves it. It looks so pretty.

Ichigo: It's beautiful [staring at the ring]

Beel: Just like you

Ichigo: You must've been learning a lot from Satan and Asmo, huh? Such a sweettalker~

Beel: Says the sweetest of them all.

Ichigo: [overwhelemed and is now blushing] Shush, am not >////<

Suddenly the two of them hear a click. They both look back and sees Asmo taking a picture of Beel hugging her from the back. Ichigo turns red and ends up chasing Asmo around the house as Beel follows them inside and watches this fold out.

Asmo: It's a good picture, though!

Ichigo: It isn't!!

Asmo: It looks cute! Plus, it'd look perfect for your pre-wedding photos!

Ichigo: NO, IT DOESN'T!!

Beel: Asmo, can you send me the picture? While you're at it!

Asmo: Sure!

Ichigo: Don't you dare!!

Asmo: Too late!

Ichigo: Asmodeus Morningstar!! [tackles him]

The thud causes Belphie to wake up and stares confusedly. The pink-haired girl grins awkwardly as Asmo smiles smugly.

Asmo: It is sent!

Ichigo: Asmooo!!!

Meanwhile, the others on a trip get the notification from Asmodeus announcing Beel and Ichigo, who are now finally engaged. Lucifer glances on his phone with a smile on his face. He is proud of his brother. He finally shoots his shot. As he was still staring at his phone, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Lucifer turns to the culprit and finds Simeon and Luke beside him.

Simeon: Hey, Lucifer, can you take care of Luke for a while?

Lucifer: So sudden? What's wrong?

Simeon: I need to go out for a while. It won't be long^^

Lucifer: OK, don't be too long, though.

As soon as Simeon leaves, Lucifer glances at the tiny angel beside him.

Lucifer: Luke, just stick with me, OK? It'd be a hassle to find you around this place.

Luke: O-okay [whimpering]

Somewhere in the Zoo, Haruka has received the message and is as happy as ever. She's actually cheering in the middle of the Zoo, probably earning stares from everyone. Guess who joined her? Solomon!

Solomon: Finally! I almost thought that guy has 0 commitment on her!

Haruka: When's your turn then?

Solomon: Shut it! [glaring at her]

Haruka: Commitment issues, perhaps?

Solomon: No!

Suddenly Haruka felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Haruka fishes out her phone and finds Simeon calling her.

Haruka: Hello?

Simeon: Hey, Haruka. I'm in the Zoo section now. Where are you?

Haruka: Staring at pandas with Rosaria and Solomon....?

Simeon: Alright then, I'll join you!

Haruka: For real? It's really far from the entrance, though-

Simeon: I'll be fine. Just stay put, OK?

Haruka: OK...

Rosaria: Simeon is joining us?

Haruka: He is...it might take a while, though, since we're pretty deep inside.

Rosaria: That's true. Oh, look! There's a drink stall. Let's have something to freshen up as we wait!

Solomon: That's a good idea! Let's go!

Haruka: I think so too!

The three of them end up buying drinks from the stall. Rosaria asks for an iced matcha latte, Haruka asks for an iced taro latte, while Solomon just decides to have ice tea.

Haruka: Only ice tea? Are you sure?

Solomon: Yeah, I'm not into sweets anyway.

Rosaria: Oh, it's not that bad, Solomon.

Solomon: It's not my taste, Miss [sweat drops]

As they drink, Simeon finally shows up. Luckily he finds a faster way to get there via an accessible minivan that shows up in the middle of the way.

Rosaria: Oh my, that was fast!

Simeon: I found an accessible minivan! :D

Rosaria: That's great! We were just buying drinks because it's getting hotter now. [takes off her hat and uses it as a fan]

Simeon: I agree entirely. The sun is scorching hot today.

Rosaria: Right? Do you want some drink too? You're sweating like crazy!

Simeon: I'll be fine, Miss Rosaria^^

Rosaria: Alright then^^

Haruka: Here, Simeon! You can have mine! It's an iced taro latte!

Simeon: Taro?

Haruka: Yes, it's delicious! Here, try some!

Simeon nods and tries the taro latte she gave him. As he's doing that, Haruka whips out her tissues and wipes the sweat away.

Simeon: Ah, thank you^^. This is really sweet, by the way.

Haruka: If it isn't, it wouldn't taste good!

Now I know what you're thinking. Where did the others go? Well, Satan is somewhere in the big cats' section, Diavolo and Barbatos are looking around through the whole Zoo, so it's no surprise.

Haruka: Let's go to the other section^^

Rosaria: Sure!

Solomon: Ooh! I see a horse! Let's go there!

Simeon: Oh? They don't have wings? ^^

Rosaria: Oh yeah, you're right!

Haruka: The human world's horses don't have wings. If anything, that's pegasus!

Rosaria: Oh, you're right! They're pegasus!

At the Aquarium, Asmo, the twins, and Ichigo finally arrived, finding Lucifer and Luke.

Asmo: Wow, I never see the day of Lucifer taking care of Luke-

Ichigo: I'm somehow amazed-

Belphie: Pfft- Lucifer is now Luke's babysitter! [cackling]

Beel: Belphie-

Belphie: What?

Lucifer heard what Belphie said and looked back, seeing the twins, Asmo and Ichigo.

Lucifer: Oh, you're here^^

Ichigo: We are :D

Once Luke hears Ichigo's voice, he turns around and runs towards her.

Luke: Ichigo!! You're here!! Lucifer is so scary!! [dramatic sobbing]

Lucifer: [sigh] Tsk. He's just dramatic. I haven't done a thing to him.

Luke: You did!

Lucifer: I didn't! ^^

Luke: Aaaaaaah!!! [hugs Ichigo tighter]

Ichigo: It's OK, it's not that bad^^ there, there.... [pats him]

Beel: What's wrong, Luke?

Luke: [whimpering] Lucifer is scary...

Lucifer: [rolls his eyes in annoyance]

Lucifer: Oh yeah, Beel, you're dressed differently today. What happened?

Asmo: You didn't get my message?! They're engaged!! ENGAGED!! [holding Ichigo's to show the ring]

Lucifer: Oh, I do notice. I just didn't catch their wardrobe change^^

Asmo: oh... o.o

Beel: I was about to change...but Asmo scolds me for it :(

Asmo: I have every right for it! You look frickin handsome in it!

Luke: Ooh! :o All pink!

Ichigo: Yeah, we're both in pink now^^

Luke: It looks great! I like the skirt :D

Ichigo: Aww, thanks, Luke!

Suddenly the telepathic chatroom is opened again, with Haruka and Solomon being pricks yet again.

Haruka: Oh ho ho ho~ You two got matching outfits, huh??

Solomon: Aye! Congratulations, also matching outfits, huh?

Ichigo: [sigh] why are you two like this-

Solomon: Why not, and while I'm at it! [cues fireworks and trumpets]

Ichigo: Geez! That's so loud!

Solomon: ehehehe-

Ichigo: Ehe te nan-

Wait, wrong fandom- Anyways, in real life, everyone else stares at these three because they're suddenly frozen.

Luke: Ichigo?

Beel: Sugar?

Belphie: Ichigo??

Asmo: Bestie??

Lucifer: [confusedly waves his hand in front of her face] Are you OK?

Ichigo finally got out of the telepathic chatroom and got back in real life. But her head is dizzy thanks to Solomon's fireworks and trumpets.

Beel: Are you OK?

Ichigo: I'm fine, just a little dizzy^^

Beel: Dizzy? I'll help you then! Can you still walk properly?

Belphie: I recommend her staying put with me and just sleep it off-

Ichigo: What?! No! It's a public place!

Belphie: So?

Asmo: Belphie, if you say one more word, I'll push you into a pool!

Belphie: Do it, coward!

Beel: Now, now... let's not fight-

Lucifer: Hmmm, let's just go to the food court. I'll buy her something to drink.

Ichigo: Please do, thanks a lot Lucifer;-; [leaning on Beel's shoulder]

Suddenly they hear a click again. Wow, Asmo! The audacity. But anyway, the six of them go to the food court. Meanwhile, Mammon and Levi are still at the giant Aquarium with an escalator beneath them.

Levi: Whoa! A shark!

Mammon: ....Tiger shark? I wonder what it'll look like!

Levi: What do you think it looks like?

Mammon: Orange? With Stripes...?

Levi:...you dumb biss-

Mammon: What?!

Levi: Look! There it is!

The said fish appears, and Mammon is disappointed. He expects the tiger shark to look like an actual tiger, but here we are.

Levi: Exactly.

Mammon: Man, It'd be cool if they were orange!

Levi: ??? You want to paint him orange???

Mammon: No?

Levi: Oh no...that shark is offended! Run!

Mammon: What?!

Levi: FRICKIN RUN MAMMON!

Mammon runs as Levi tries to calm the fish down because he can talk to the fish. The fish says that Mammon is color-shaming him, and it's too much.

Levi: No, he's not...he's just stupid :(

Fish: Oh, no wonder-

Tiger shark: Be glad it's an indestructible glass. I might have killed him now and then! [hitting the glass with his snout]

Levi: Now, now^^ There's no need for that.

Tiger shark: Oh well :( When are you gonna play with us again? :(

Levi: Soon, when I have the chance to enter the sea^^

Tiger shark: Yay!

Meanwhile, the passengers are staring at Levi as if he's crazy, but then again, they see the Tiger shark swimming around happily, so maybe his words make them happy.

Somewhere in the Zoo, Haruka smacks Solomon for giving that fireworks and trumpets.

Haruka: My head frickin hurts! You shouldn't have done that! I said confetti! Not fireworks!

Solomon: I don't mean to!

Simeon: Are you OK? Oh my goodness! Haruka! [catches Haruka before she falls]

Haruka: Blame it on Solomon! That guy dares to put loud noises in our heads!

Solomon: I don't mean to!

Rosaria: Now, that's not very nice ^^

Simeon: [sigh] Solomon, you need to be more careful. Not only did you harm Haruka, but Ichigo is also probably harmed too!

Solomon: I know, I know! I'm sorry! I don't mean to!

Suddenly this man is drenched with holy water and zapped by lightning out of nowhere. Yes, Michael knows and sent thunder to them.

Rosaria: It seems my husband disapproves of this as well...

Simeon: It seems to be so...

Haruka: Can we go back to the van?

Simeon: I guess so. Let's go find the bus and the driver.

Haruka: Yea... Oh yeah, Solomon, since you're still around, can you go to Satan?

Solomon: Me? Going to Satan? In your dreams!

Simeon: Solomon-

Solomon: Fine-

Simeon: What about you, Miss? Do you want to come with us or stay with Solomon?

Rosaria: I think I'll go with you two. I'm getting old, let's go^^

Simeon: Alright then^^

So the three of them return to the minibus, meeting the driver.

Driver: Oh? You guys are back? So soon?

Simeon: We are. It's pretty tiring...

Haruka: Yeah...

Rosaria: Plus, I'm getting old. Just let us in.

Driver: Of course, ma'am!

The driver lets them in. Suddenly he sees Diavolo and Barbatos returning as well.

Diavolo: Finally done! [entering the minibus]

Barbatos: [smile through the pain]

Diavolo: Barbatos? Are you okay?

Barbatos: .... I don't know :")

Diavolo: Here, here take a seat!

Barbatos: You too, M'lord.

Diavolo: Of course^^

More people are coming back into the bus like Levi and Mammon, disappointed Mammon because he actually thought it was orange!

Levi: Can you stop that?!

Mammon: But I thought it was orange!

Levi: It isn't!

Haruka: What's going on?

Levi: he thought tiger shark is orange-

Haruka: What?

Simeon: Eh?

Rosaria: ???

Barbatos: I'm too tired for this-

Diavolo: It isn't?

Levi: no! It's brown, sure it has stripes, but it's brown!

Diavolo: Ooh :o I see

Now back to Satan and Solomon, the two are now staring at a tiger cub rolling around.

Satan: Awww, it's just adorable.

Solomon: it is

Satan: What the- Where did you come from?!

Solomon: The door...?

Satan: [rolls his eyes]

Solomon: [sigh]

The two return to staring at the tiger cub until Satan actually apologizes for what he did this whole time, shocking Solomon.

Solomon: What?

Satan: I said I'm sorry. We got along at school, but our friendship went by because of that one thing and my phase.

Solomon: Oh yeah, Asmo explained to me about that. The demon's system is quite different from us humans.

Satan: Yeah... So I'm sorry for snapping at you for no reason.

Solomon: It's fine

Satan: So....we're cool?

Solomon: Yeah, we're cool.

Satan: OK...

Solomon: Come on, let's go back. The others are on the bus already.

Satan: So soon? Man, these cats are too cute!

Solomon: Come on!

Satan: Okaaay!

Meanwhile, Ichigo finally has her sweet tea in the food court. They do order other things too like.... 2 large fries and drinks....or just some drinks. But hey, who are we to judge Beel's appetite.

Asmo: I'm still confused how you even eat two large fries without throwing up!

Beel: Hm? This is my usual appetite, though.... well, it's lesser since I usually order four...

Asmo: Four?!

Ichigo: For real?

Beel: [nods]

Ichigo: Wait, there's something on your face-

Beel: Eh? What is it?

Ichigo: Here, let me help- [cleans it up with a tissue]

Asmo: Awwwwwwwww, you guys are so cute!!

Belphie: [sips his drink awkwardly]

Lucifer: Oh? [reads his message] They're back at the bus already?

Asmo: They are? So soon? :(

Lucifer: We've been here for a while, so it makes sense. Plus, Barbatos is really tired, so they both go back. Haruka is sick as well, so she gets back with Simeon and Rosaria...

Ichigo: Blame that on Solomon. He even put out fireworks and trumpets in my head.

Beel: What?!

Asmo: Oh boi...

Lucifer: Now, Now, let's not act recklessly and just finish your food.

Belphie: Can I like-

Lucifer, Luke, and Asmo: No!

Belphie: Why not?

Ichigo: Please don't??

Belphie: OK :(

Ichigo, who's still leaning on Beel's shoulder, feels her fiance tensing up, probably because he got a bit riled up by the information.

Ichigo: It's OK, Hon... I'm OK...

Beel: You sure?

Ichigo: Yeah... I'll be OK. It'll pass away soon

Beel: OK then^^

Finally, they all return to the minibus. Beel is still giving Solomon a dirty look since he's the cause of his fiance's condition. Solomon just looks at the window awkwardly.

Satan: What happened?

Solomon: I accidentally use fireworks and trumpets in our telepathic chatroom-

Satan: What the fck-

Solomon: I know-

Satan: [sigh] You stupid-

Lucifer: Language^^

Satan: ... :]

Asmo: Wow, the audacity. Satan, please smack him or something.

Satan: Sure [pushes his head to the window]

Solomon: Geez! Ouch!

Satan: I apologize for nothing!

Solomon: What even did I do?!

Satan: Uhm- Didn't you just admit that you made those two sick?

Solomon: Yea-

Satan: That's your answer, stupid!

Solomon:;-;

Meanwhile, Haruka is busy with her drink at her seat, waiting for Simeon's return with her bread since they're still allowed to buy things here and there. Suddenly she feels a vibration from the bracelet. It turns out it was Satan sitting beside her.

Haruka: Oh hi, Satan-

Satan: Hello :)

Satan: How's your condition?

Haruka: Still a little dizzy, which is why I'm drinking.

Satan: I see... may I pat you?

Haruka: It depends on the bracelet but OK-

Satan: Okay^^ [does the thing but haha he got zapped] What the-

Haruka: Yeah....the heavens don't approve of this, I guess...

Satan: Fair enough-

Suddenly Satan feels a plastic bag on his lap. He looks up and sees Simeon looking at him.

Simeon: That's my seat. Can you please move?

Satan: There's another seat though-

Simeon: For my bags and for her to rest. Move.

Satan: What if I don't want to?

Simeon: Haruka, may I? ^^

Haruka: Hm? Sure!

Simeon grabs Haruka's wrist and places the bracelet right onto Satan's hand, electrocuting this demon yet again.

Satan: Can you stop that?!

Simeon: I will if you move.

Asmo: Geez, you're in his seat! Just move!

Satan: Tsk.

Satan finally moves and sits beside Mammon and Levi. Levi is busy playing with his phone while Mammon instantly laughs at him.

Satan: What?!

Mammon: I told ya to move on, didn't I?! [still cackling]

Satan: Shut it. I'm just greeting her and checking her condition!

Mammon: Bullsht! Oy! Levi, what game are ya playing?

Levi: Genshin Impact.

Somewhere, Ichigo is finally asleep, leaning to Beel's shoulder because she's so tired. Beel glances a bit at her and smiles softly. He does feel annoyed because Solomon is the cause, but for now, that's not important.

Back to Haruka, Simeon asks what happened just now. What did Satan do? And more questions.

Haruka: He's just asking about my condition, nothing more. He did ask if he could pat me, but I guess the bracelet says no.

Simeon: I see... how's the bread? Is it good?

Haruka: It is! I like it! :3 Do you want some?

Simeon: No, thank you, that's all for you. It's your bread!

Haruka: I know =3=

Driver: Is everyone here?

Lucifer: [stands up to check if they're all here] Hmmm, Yes, they're all here, Mr. Driver^^

Driver: Alright then! [starts the minivan]

With that, they all go home, back to Lucifer's mansion.