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moonpascal · 14 days ago

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IN THE SHADOW OF MEMORY

CHAPTER FIVE I series masterlist I wc: 3.1k

WARNINGS

cormac makes an appearance, slight angst mostly fluff this chapter, language, feels like a filler chapter, some cheesy moments, probably missing some

AUTHORS NOTE

always a thank you to the beautiful @amiableness for reading this

sorry for the long wait! just a lot of stress going on and struggled on where to take this. almost made this chapter angsty but i wanted some fluff. and tagging @3llab3lla1 for her sweet message.

After last night conversation with Theo, you felt lighter. His words had eased some of your worries, offering a flicker of hope that things might eventually return to normal.

The smile on your face hadn’t faltered since. Not when he’d asked you to meet him at the library today, despite it being a Saturday, and not even when he walked you back to your common room, his voice low as he whispered a goodnight.

The playful comments from your roommates this morning about your brighter appearance had only made you more aware of the shift in your mood. You couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as you weaved through the corridors, murmuring apologies to others as you make your way to the library.

You spotted Theo near the entrance, partially hidden by the fountain. His head was down, attention fixed on his hands, oblivious to your approach. A flutter of nervous energy hit, you felt yourself quicken your steps toward him.

You were almost there, just one staircase away, when your name rang out behind you. Reluctantly turning, hoping it was something that wouldn’t take long, and saw Cormac jogging toward you with a determined look on his face.

“You’re hard to track down these days,” Cormac called out, his voice carrying that usual cocky edge as he jogged up to you with a smirk plastered on his face.

You were a little confused, wondering why he was even looking for you in the first place. “I didn’t know you were trying to find me.”

“Well, now that I’ve found you,” he continued, his tone making you uneasy, “I was thinking—since you’re back on the market—how about you and me, Hogsmeade tonight?”

The phrase “back on the market” left a sour taste in your mouth. When had you ever been “off” in the first place? The nervous flutter you felt before seeing Theo was now replaced with an entirely different, uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh, um… I don’t know,” you replied, trying to be polite but feeling more awkward by the second. “I’ve just got a lot going on today.”

“Come on,” he pressed, stepping closer, his smirk still in place. “Just one hour? You can spare that. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He winked, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes or find an excuse to leave. The last thing you wanted was to be stuck anywhere with him.

You forced a polite smile, preparing to decline once again, but before you could get the words out, he continued. “I mean, it’s not like you’ve got any other offers. You’ve been looking a bit lonely lately. Thought you could use some company.” He chuckled as if he’d said something clever, clearly enjoying the idea that he had the upper hand in this conversation.

Merlin, could this get any worse? You bit your lip, trying to find a way to end this without causing a scene. “I really don’t think—“

Before you could finish, a shadow loomed behind you, and you felt an immediate shift in the atmosphere.

“McLaggen,” Theo’s voice cut through the tension, low and cold. His tone carried none of the warmth you were used to. You glanced over your shoulder to see him standing there, jaw clenched, eyes dark with irritation.

Cormac’s cocky expression faltered for a split second before returning in full force. He turned, completely unfazed by Theo’s interruption. “Nott,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement, clearly enjoying the confrontation. “I was just asking Tesoro here on a date—until you rudely interrupted.” He stretched out the nickname, like he knew it would upset Theo more, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

Theo let out a cold, humorless chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine, completely different from the warmth you’d heard in his laughter just last night. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at his sides. He took a step forward, his eyes darkening, but before he could close the distance, you quickly grabbed his arm, a silent plea for him to stop before things escalated.

“As much fun as this has been, Cormac,” you interjected, forcing a bright, insincere smile, “we really have other things to do.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned and tugged Theo with you, pulling him away from Cormac and his smug grin.

As you walked away, the weight of Cormac’s presence finally lifted, though you could still feel Theo’s tension beside you. He was quiet for a moment, clearly still simmering, his steps heavier than usual.

You glanced up at him, giving him a small, appreciative smile. “Thanks for that,” you murmured. “I wasn’t sure how to get rid of him.”

Theo’s jaw remained tight, but his gaze softened as he looked down at you. “You okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now, the anger from moments ago dissipating.

“Yeah,” you exhaled, the tension slowing leaving your body. “I just don’t know how to deal with people like him sometimes.”

“You don’t have to,” Theo muttered, his jaw still a little tight. “Not with me around.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you both continued walking down the steps to the library.

“Why isn’t there a spell to reverse a memory charm?” you groaned, slamming the third book shut and leaning back in frustration. Hours had passed, and it felt like you were getting nowhere. Theo sat across from you, equally tired, his brow furrowed as he flipped through pages of an old, dusty tome.

“They probably thought it was too risky,” Theo muttered, rubbing his eyes. “You can’t just undo something like that. If memory charms were easy to reverse, people could expose things that were meant to stay hidden.”

“Yeah, well, that’s just stupid,” you muttered, flipping through another useless chapter. “There’s always something people want to undo. Why isn’t there a spell for that?”

Theo sighed and closed his book. “It’s not that simple. Memory magic is delicate. Even creating a counterspell could cause more harm than good. You don’t just restore memories—you could scramble them, or worse.”

You let out a long breath, feeling your frustration bubble over. “So we’re stuck? There’s nothing we can do?”

Theo looked at you, and his gaze softened. “I know it feels like we’re running in circles, but we’ll figure it out. You just need time.”

Time. The one thing you didn’t have patience for. You rested your head in your hands, exhausted.

“I just… I want my life back,” you said, your voice quieter now. “I feel like I’m losing pieces of myself, and every day it gets harder.”

Theo didn’t say anything for a moment, just watching you with a mixture of concern and helplessness. “Tesoro,” he said softly, the name slipping from his lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You felt your heart skip a beat, but unlike when Cormac used that name, this felt different. It was gentle, full of care, and it brought a sense of comfort you hadn’t realized you needed.

He leaned forward, resting his hand lightly on the table between you. “We’ll get through this,” he said, his voice low but firm.

“Let’s take a break, yeah?” Theo suggested. He pushed the book in front of him aside and stood, offering his hand. You looked at it, surprised by how quickly he’d made the decision.

“Where to?” you asked, your brow furrowed in curiosity, but you slipped your hand into his without a second thought. His touch was warm, grounding.

“Hogsmeade,” he replied, his eyes flickering with a hint of nostalgia. “It’s been a while since you’ve been, hasn’t it?”

Hogsmeade. The name sent a flicker of something familiar through you, but it felt distant, memories blurred by time. You frowned slightly, trying to pinpoint when you had last visited the village. But your mind was a maze, and any attempt to retrieve a clear memory seemed futile. “I guess it has been a while…” you muttered, trailing off as frustration gnawed at you. Why couldn’t you remember something as simple as a trip to Hogsmeade?

Theo squeezed your hand gently, bringing you back from the swirl of your thoughts. “It’s ok we’ll figure this out, but for now we can make new memories,” he said, his tone light but reassuring. “Besides, a break might help you think more clearly. We’ve been drowning in books all day.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you nodded. He was right—stepping away for a moment might be exactly what you needed. “Alright. Let’s go.”

As you stepped out into the crisp autumn air, the cool breeze brushing against your face, you felt the tension in your shoulders begin to ease. The path to Hogsmeade stretched out before you, and for the first time in what felt like ages, you weren’t focused on what was missing. You were just… here, in this moment, with Theo by your side.

“Do you have any place in mind?” you asked, slipping your hands into your pockets as the two of you began walking down the path toward the village.

“Well, there’s always the Three Broomsticks,” Theo suggested with a slight grin. “Or we could go to Honeydukes, stock up on sweets. Whatever you’re in the mood for.”

You felt a small laugh bubble up at the idea. “Sweets sound good, and maybe Three Broomsticks?” you said, feeling a little more at ease with every step you took.

Theo chuckled. “As you wish, Three Broomsticks then Honedukes so we have sweets on our way back.”

As the village came into view, its familiar buildings lined with lights and warm, welcoming windows, you felt the knot of tension in your chest unravel just a little more. You weren’t sure if today would bring any answers or if your memories would come rushing back. But for now, it didn’t seem to matter. You were with Theo, and for the first time in a long time, that felt like enough.

The Three Broomsticks was alive with chatter, warmth radiating from the walls as you and Theo found a cozy corner to settle into. It was the kind of night where the world outside felt like a distant memory, the clinking of glasses and hum of voices a gentle backdrop to the feeling of comfort settling over you.

Theo returned with two frothy mugs of butterbeer, sliding yours across the table with a playful smile. “One butterbeer, as promised.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” you replied, lifting the mug in a mock toast. “To a night without studying.”

Theo chuckled, clinking his mug against yours. “I’ll drink to that.”

As you sipped, the buttery sweetness filled mug, you caught Theo watching you, his gaze warm and a bit thoughtful.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” he said, leaning back with a small smile. “Just nice to see you actually relaxing.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling back. “I’m pretty sure I remember how to relax, Nott.”

“Is that so?” He tilted his head, looking skeptical. “Because last I checked, you were about ready to hex anyone who looked at you the wrong way.”

“Oh, and you’re such a beacon of calm?” you teased, nudging his foot under the table.

“Touché,” he admitted, laughing. “But seriously, it’s nice to see you smiling. I like your smile.”

The words lingered in the air between you, and for a moment, you felt that familiar warmth of something deeper—something unspoken. You brushed it off with a soft laugh, steering the conversation back to safer territory.

“So, what’s the plan for the rest of the evening?” you asked, tapping your fingers thoughtfully on the table. “Are we just enjoying the sights, or do you have more surprises up your sleeve?”

He grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Well, I thought I’d spoil you with a stop at Honeydukes next, but if that’s not impressive enough…”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I think Honeydukes sounds perfect. You know, the way to my heart is through chocolate.”

Theo leaned forward, mock-serious. “Noted: chocolate bribes to keep you happy. I’ll remember that,” he grinned.

“Honeydukes it is,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand to help you up. “Though don’t blame me if you leave with more sweets than you bargained for.”

You took his hand with a grin, feeling a lightness you hadn’t felt in weeks. “Consider yourself warned—I’m taking full advantage of this candy run.”

With his hand still in yours, you left the warmth of The Three Broomsticks behind, stepping out into the crisp evening air.

“Tesoro… hey.” Theo’s voice broke through the haze, soft but insistent, as he gently squeezed your shoulder. You blinked, realizing you were sitting in a quieter part of the pub, the buzz of the crowd faded in your mind.

“What… what just happened?” you murmured, still feeling the faint pull of the memory.

Theo’s brow was furrowed, worry evident despite the calm expression he tried to maintain. “I’m not sure. One minute we were sitting here, I’d just gotten drinks, and when I came back, you were completely zoned out.”

Your stomach twisted in embarrassment. “Oh, Merlin, that’s awkward. I didn’t even realize.” You gave a half-hearted laugh, trying to brush it off.

“Did something come back to you?” he asked, his voice low and careful.

“Maybe?” You closed your eyes, reaching for the full memory that felt just beyond your grasp. The ache still at the edges of your mind. “It felt real. I thought it was happening until you brought me back.”

Theo gave you a steady look, the kind of look that reminded you he could be endlessly patient. “Do you want to tell me? Maybe it’ll help.”

You hesitated, rubbing a hand across your face. “Alright… just don’t laugh.”

“Never,” he promised, a glint of reassurance in his eyes.

You took a deep breath. “It was… sort of like tonight but busier, louder. You and I got a table and drinks. We were talking, and I told you that chocolate is the way to my heart.”

Theo’s eyes brightened. “Chocolate bribes,” Theo cut in, his eyes glinting with recognition. “You definitely took me up on that.” A small, genuine smile crept onto his face, clearly lost in his own memory of that night.

You couldn’t help but feel relief at his reaction, almost like a puzzle piece falling into place. “So, it did happen?”

“It did,” he confirmed, smiling at the memory. “We bought a few bags of candy. You were horrified at the amount, tried to insist we put some back, but I wasn’t having it. I carried all the bags while we walked back to the castle.”

His voice was warm, his gaze growing softer with each detail. He remembered so clearly, while you were still trying to reclaim that same ease and warmth from fragments that only half-made sense.

You smiled, feeling a strange mix of sadness and comfort. “And then?”

Theo’s face softened, as if he were measuring his words carefully. “I walked you back to the castle. And at the entrance of your dorm… I told you to get some rest, then we said goodnight.”

Something in his voice left the words hanging, like there was more that he wasn’t saying. But you appreciated what he offered nonetheless.

“You didn’t have to buy so much candy again,” you protested with a laugh. “This is way too much; half of it’s going to go to waste!”

Theo only shrugged, looking completely unconcerned. “You worry too much. Besides, Pansy and the guys will probably ‘sneak’ some anyway.”

“You’re too generous, but I’m hoarding mine,” you teased.

“Not even sharing with me?” Theo’s smirk caught you off guard, the playful glint in his eyes making your heart skip a beat. You weren’t sure if he was just joking or flirting, but it was still enough to make your cheeks heat up.

“Fine, only because you bought it and insisted,” you replied, trying to sound indifferent.

“Oh, how very kind of you, milady,” he grinned, reaching over and snatching a piece right out of your hand before popping it in his mouth.

“That was high treason!” you gasped, feigning shock but quickly dissolving into laughter. Theo chuckled, clearly pleased, and you could feel a warmth settling over the moment, knowing he’d been the one to bring out this side of you.

As the laughter faded and the evening settled, you and Theo strolled back to the castle, the cobblestone path quiet under the soft glow of lanterns. He carried the bags of candy effortlessly, swinging them by his side as he walked in step with you. The two of you chatted easily, letting the night stretch just a little longer, and every now and then, your hands would brush against each other.

When you finally reached the entrance to your common room, you paused, not wanting the moment to end. Theo shifted, handing over your stash with a faint smile. “Well, here you are, candy queen,” he said, gently nudging the bag toward you.

“Thanks for today,” you murmured, a little embarrassed at how much you meant it. “I didn’t realized how much I needed this.”

He gave a small nod, his gaze softer. “Anytime,” he replied. “Seriously.”

There was a comfortable silence between you, but Theo’s expression grew more serious as he took a half-step closer. “So, you’re good here?” he asked, glancing at the entrance and then back at you as if giving himself an excuse to stay a second longer.

“Yeah,” you replied, biting back a grin. “Though I might need you to help me carry the candy all the way in.”

He laughed quietly. “I’d better not tempt fate.” he said, his voice soft as he slowly shifted a little closer, his fingers brushing your cheek in a way that made your pulse quicken.

There was a moment—a heartbeat, suspended—where he leaned in, his face inches from yours. His gaze softened, his eyes tracing the curve of your smile, the glow of your eyes in the low light. But then, almost reluctantly, he drew back, his expression conflicted, as though he remembered something bittersweet.

Theo took a slow breath, and his fingers lingered on your cheek before he finally let his hand fall. “Goodnight, Tesoro,” he murmured, his voice warm and soft.

A hint of longing passed over his face as he stepped back, leaving a feeling you couldn’t quite place. “Goodnight, Theo,” you whispered, watching as he turned and walked down the corridor, glancing back just once before disappearing from view. And even as you turned to enter the common room, you couldn’t shake the flutter in your chest or the sense that something important had almost happened.

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thegatesofsilverandbone · 1 month ago

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Dylan followed his dad into the small hardware store, the familiar jingle of the bell sounding as they entered. It was quiet, with only the hum of the fluorescent lights above. They were just grabbing a few things for their weekend project—a new fence for the backyard—and Dylan was already zoning out as his dad grabbed a cart and started picking out supplies.

After wandering through the aisles for a bit, they headed to the checkout counter. But when they got there, it was empty. No cashier, no employees in sight.

"Guess they’re short-staffed today," his dad muttered, tapping the bell on the counter.

No one appeared.

"I’ll check the back," his dad said, glancing toward the storage area. "Stay here and see if anyone shows up."

Dylan nodded, leaning against the counter as his dad disappeared into the depths of the store. He glanced around, waiting. Still, no sign of anyone. The place felt almost abandoned.

As he stood there, a woman walked up, holding a couple of screws in her hand. “Hey, do you know where the wood filler is?”

Dylan was about to tell her he didn’t work there, but instead, the words that came out were, “Aisle four, just past the paint supplies, near the caulk guns.”

The woman smiled, giving him a quick “thanks!” before heading off.

Dylan blinked. How had he known that?

Before he could think too much about it, an older man approached, holding a small toolbox. “Excuse me, son, what’s the best way to fix a squeaky hinge?”

Again, Dylan felt an answer bubbling up from somewhere inside him. “Graphite powder, or silicone spray if you don’t want to make a mess. Both are in aisle seven, just past the hand tools.”

The man smiled and nodded appreciatively. “I’ll try that, thanks!”

As the man walked away, Dylan suddenly felt strange. His clothes felt tighter, his shirt straining across a broader chest. He looked down and noticed his arms were thicker, more muscular, and dusted with hair. His reflection in the glass door of a nearby display case showed his face aging, his jaw squaring off, a shadow of stubble forming on his chin. He looked at least five years older.

Before he could process what was happening, a couple approached, holding a paint roller. “Any idea what kind of paint works best for the bathroom? We’re trying to avoid mildew.”

Without missing a beat, Dylan replied, “Go for a mildew-resistant paint. Satin or semi-gloss finishes are best. You’ll find what you need in aisle two, with the specialty paints.”

As they thanked him and walked away, Dylan felt the transformation deepen. His body grew bulkier, his shirt straining even more as muscles filled out his frame. Tattoos crawled up his arms—intricate designs he suddenly remembered getting over the years. His beard was now fully grown in, thick and neatly groomed. His scalp tingled as his hairline receded further, leaving him mostly bald.

Memories that didn’t belong to him started to flood his mind—long hours spent working in this very store, not just as a worker, but as the owner. He could see himself stocking shelves, advising customers, learning every detail about hardware and home repairs. He remembered years of pride in running this place, but those weren’t his only memories.

He remembered Tom. The warmth of his husband’s laugh, the way they’d worked side by side to turn this store into something successful. The quiet nights at home after long days at the shop, the two of them curled up together, talking about everything and nothing.

Dylan—no, he wasn’t Dylan anymore. He was Ben, and this hardware store was his life. He owned it, ran it, loved it. And he shared it with Tom.

When his dad finally returned from the back of the store, he wasn’t Dylan’s dad anymore. The man walking up to the counter was now just another customer—one Ben vaguely recognized as a regular. They’d probably chatted a few times over the years, but there was no deeper connection between them. His father was gone, replaced by this new reality.

“Hey, thanks for waiting,” the man said with a grin. “Looks like I found what I needed after all.”

Ben nodded. “Glad to hear it. Anything else I can help you with?”

The man shook his head and walked toward the door. As Ben turned back to the register, the world around him felt settled, solidified. This was his life now. The store was bustling again, customers browsing the aisles, and Ben had a mental map of everything in stock, every aisle, every brand. He couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

A familiar voice broke his thoughts, and he looked up to see Tom walking toward him, wiping his hands on a rag. “You holding down the fort while I fix that shelf in the back?”

Ben smiled, his heart warming at the sight of his husband. “Yeah, you know it.”

Tom grinned and leaned in for a quick kiss before heading back to work. Ben’s heart swelled with contentment. This was where he belonged—running the store with the man he loved.

And as he glanced around at the customers he’d helped today, he couldn’t imagine it any other way.

#transformation #ai art

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simonisferal · 16 days ago

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not you again! “scaramouche x male reader”

ep. fourteen — it might be the paranoia coming in but i hear the cops 📖

warnings: angst, literally ONE cuss word, uhh chicken butt /joke

notes: fairly short because it was gonna be a filler chapter 👨‍💻<- me writing this fr

500 words

The cellar was quiet. Too quiet.

It was a deafening silence; it made you shudder. Your throat was seemingly dry, a small fire in the pit of your stomach.

He was staring, wide eyed with his jaw slightly dropped. It was a funny expression—you’d laugh at it if it weren’t for the confession you practically just gave him.

You bit your lip, looking away and stuffing your hands in your pockets.

You wanted him to say something.

Anything would be fine, really, but you didn’t like the soundless manor.

You’d take anything at this point.

Scaramouche couldn’t help the audible gulp that broke the silence. He closed his mouth and mirrored your actions subconsciously, looking away from you.

Some might say hearing the love of your life, whether you know it or not, confess their ‘feelings’ is the best thing in the world. They obviously haven’t met you two.

It was a hard topic to discuss.

He had been emotionally closed off for so long until you came—and then you left and he closed the gates again, this time with a bolted lock. He had given you the damned key and you kept it, even after everything.

It was a faint murmur, something no one couldn’t have heard, but then again, you could hear his voice if you were deaf and he were mute all the same. ”You’re insufferable, you know that?”

He rubbed his temples as if just thinking about your words gave him a headache. Even annoyed and under terrible yellow lighting, he looked good.

”You’re going to be the death of me one day. How—wha—why did you even say that?” He glared at you. His eyes were sharp but timid and the subdued wrinkle near his mouth, as if holding back a frown, was somehow obvious.

You felt lightheaded. Maybe it was because you were finally having a real conversation with him, not just some plain insults or petty arguing or the alcohol and edible you keep forgetting you consumed was finally taking a toll on you. ”I didn’t mean it.”

”Did you mean it back then?” He asked. His feet shuffled under him and he took a small step towards you.

You can’t look at him, the thoughts of your previous relationship with him being a little too much to handle with him near. “I did.

I loved you.”

The tight feeling in your chest didn’t go away and neither did Scaramouche’s lingering look.

He shifted his weight onto his left leg, the wooden floorboards slightly creaked. He had began fidgeting with his nails, cleaning the non-existent dirt to occupy his thoughts.

“Past tense?”

There was a bit of hesitation before you spoke. ”Past tense.”

The awkward silence was no more, instead it was filled with a bittersweet touch that only he could manage to bring out of you.

Only then did you two notice that the upstairs music had stopped. There was a faint sound of an alarm, much like a ‘wee woo’.

The quietness suddenly turned into a rushed and unexpected scream, muffled by the floorboards.

”Fuck! The cops!”

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notnorwood · 9 months ago

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“Wow this is quite the new house! Did you or your wife get new high paying jobs or something?” My friends wife said to me as we walked thru my new massive mansion.

“Well it’s funny you say that Colleen because Anna is actually out by the pool right now working” I told her and my friend Craig.

“Oh is she working from home? I thought she was nurse? Does she now do something online?”

I smiled and said “yea you could say that”.

We walked outside to our large pool to see my wife oiling up her voluptuous body and setting up a camera to take pictures. Craig and Colleen’s mouths dropped as they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

“Oh hi guys! And hey daddy hehe” she said as she pecked me on the cheek with her new plump blowjob lips.

“Anna? Is…is that you?” Colleen said, and was then frustrated to see Craig’s jaw was still dropped and he was rock hard gazing at my new and improved smokeshow wife.

“Absolutely it is Colleen! I’d give you a hug but I’ve covered in oil for my photo shoot hehe” she said as she nonchalantly took her bikini top off to oil up her new massive F cup tits. “I bet you hardly recognize me after my procedures”

“Procedures?!? You look like a blow up sex doll!!” Colleen yelled.

Anna looked at me and started blushing, “well you know how I started doing the aesthetic side of med care? The Botox and lip filler and all that to make some extra money? Well I was seeing these girls come in who were making so much money capitalizing on the work they had done and their bodies and I thought…I could do that! So I did Botox on myself and the lip filler, and then some of the girls contacted me with a great surgeon to get a BBL and boob job! I mean babe you can’t tell me I don’t look sexy as fuck!”

I smiled, smacked Anna’s new bubble butt, and said “and she is using her new perfect body to bring in quite a lot of money, of which we used to buy this mansion, new cars, a vacation home in Florida, and more” as I turned to kiss her.

Colleen couldn’t believe what she was hearing “and what do you do? Just sit back and count her money?”

“Oh no no no he does so much more than that” Anna said as she grabbed my cock over my pants “he manages my money and content, takes care of our investments, and treats me whenever and wherever I want”.

She wiped out my cock and squatted down. “So unless you want to stay and watch us fuck, which I’ll let you see this one for free, I would head out because it gets pretty intense”

Anna started slobbing on my cock and Colleen stormed out. She damn near had to drag Craig out of there.

Anna was now my little sex doll, for me to use however I damn well please.

#amanda nicole

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dollfacedsl1ut · 1 year ago

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Everyone deserves their own privacy right ??

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➙ compendium : your roommate of 3 years never let you in her secret room, you never understood why she comes in your room unannounced but you tried your best to follow that rule thinking “everyone deserves their privacy right??”

➙ dynamic : g!p switch giselle x !fem switch reader

➙ warnings : yandere vibes, mentions of stalking , nipple sucking , guided masturbation, thigh slapping, overstimulation, reader gets manipulative, breeding, panty stealer Giselle, mentions of cockring, Giselle just loves y/n sm

➙ word count : 1,331

➙ a/n : finished in 6 hours bc my phone died midst typing a Irene one (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) but here’s a filler until I finish that not proofread crazy ik but a girl was sleepy ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

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Giselle flopped on your bed all sweaty as she groaned you pinched your nose in a funny manner before shoving her off “girl I love you but get off my bed you reek” she giggled before turning over “so you love me hm?” Giselle winked “yeah I do as a friend” her expression changed a bit as she stood up idly “what’s wrong gi are you feeling okay” you stood up beside her before using the back of your hand to check her temperature “yeah I think I stood up to fast” she fanned her hand across her face hitting yours in the process “are you sure I can take care of you” giselle giggled “no I’m fine” you eyed her before shrugging then getting back onto your bed “well alright” scroll back on your phone you would’ve thought Giselle would leave your room but she stood there staring at you her eyes scanning over your body noticing every detail the way you sat, how you held your phone, the type of panties you were wearing as your shorts were short enough to see the hem glancing over your phone you noticed Giselle seemed to be in a trance “Giselle are you sure you’re okay? I mean I don’t mind taking care of you” “no I’m seriously okay I’m just gonna head to my room I’ll catch you later” before you could could respond she left out your room, yawning softly you turned off your phone before getting comfortable under your covers then falling asleep.

After a few hours you woke up from your nap your you noticed how you shorts were pulled off your body and resting near your ankles “the hell” reassuring yourself with the thought of how loose the shirts were caused them to slip off “putting the shorts in your hamper you got out of bed, walking to the living room spotting Giselle you sat next to her “hey come sit” patting the seat next to her, you sat down as she glances at your chest before refocusing back on the tv the show has a few scenes that made you laugh a bit, you felt Giselle closer than usual as her Hand rested on your thigh, you smiled then shook your head before watching tv “I’m gonna use the bathroom I’ll be back” getting up from her seat Giselle walked down the hallway.

A few minutes pass by with no sign of Giselle you stood up walking to the bathroom seeing it empty but Giselles secret door was cracked you didn’t wanna snoop but you’ve never been able to see what was inside for the pass 3 years you guys were friends, 3 years you’ve never seen what was in that room, it was so tempting your curiosity got the best of you as you found yourself opening the door wider flicking on the light you seen the walls filled with pictures of a girl, the girl looked familiar because the girl was you your jaw dropped as you walked towards the wall your fingers touching the papers taped to the wall, the pictures varied from you showering, to 2 years before you guys even met chills ran down your spine as you glanced over seeing your dirty underwear you picked up s pair analyzing wet spot all around the hem you immediately dropped them as you found a cock ring scattered under the pile before you could go in deep thought felt a presence behind you “you weren’t supposed to see this yet” you turned around seeing Giselle “what the fuck is all of this” Giselle fiddled with her fingers, like this she looked so innocent and vulnerable, you could easily just trick and force her into doing things you wanted right??

“Don’t be sad Giselle it’s normal to have crushes” you knew this was a ordinary crush she basically stalked you for 5 years but anything to reassure her you hugged her tightly as she wrapped her arms around you “I’m sorry y/n” you cocked your head to the side “I know and it’s okay” but it wasn’t okay this was wrong as she was gonna pay for doing this to you.

Lifting her head up with your fingertips you looked at her in the eyes “I need you to be a good girl today okay?” She nodded eagerly, you sat her on the bed before slotting her between your thighs “now I want you to show me what you do when you think of me” her hands rested on the buttons of her shirt as she unbuttoned them her hands then went to her pants as she unbuttoned the her cock sprang free the tip sparkling under the dim lights Giselle glanced at you for a moment before looking at her cock “c’mon show me don’t make me mad Giselle” she nodded before wrapping her hands around the bae if her cock pumping slowly, soft whimpers escaped her lips, her hands moved at a faster pace as she bucked her hips “ please can I cum please” her pleads made you hun approvingly white ropes of cum landed on her stomach and fingers you landed slaps on her inner thighs causing her cock to twitch and spew slight lines of cum on her sticky thighs Giselle turned around as she pounced on you pinning your body to the bed she pulled if your shirt smushing her head in your tits her moans vibrated on your chest, her cock twitched on your thigh she peered at you as she yanked your panties off lining her cock up with your entrance her eyes darken seeing your tight cunt suck her thick cock in “so tight as expected” your whimpered out your walls hugged Giselles cock you felt every vein, and the thickness how long it was as it rested against your Cervix, Giselle continues to rut inside you while having a painful grip on your hips, you felt your release coming as Giselle rubbed your clit ferociously you locked up around her, “awh f-fuck please” begging for a release she pressed down on the bulge in your belly you clawed at her hand, she began rubbing the bulge as it triggered your release cum coating her thick cock.

She rutted against you once more releaseing white ropes of cum in your cunt, pulling her cock out of you she watched the mixture of juices slide out soaking the bedsheets leaning down she started to slurp up your juices, overstimulation crept through your body her tongue flicking your bud as she gripped you thighs, “p-please I can’t” your thighs trembled as her hand crept you your stomach forcing your hips down, trying to rut against her face one long stride triggered your release squirting on your face dampening her shirt she licked your cunt over and over until it triggered another release, your eyes closed as your body repulsed she looked up at your before wiping the juices covering her mouth off with her sleeve “you’re so pretty like this” her eyes scanned over your disheveled body you smiled softly before leaning up the cum traces smushed between your thighs, leaning in Giselle pecked your lips her eyes sparkled looking at you softly her hands crept up to your tits squeezing them “please can I” Nodding she leaning towards your chest sucking a nipple into her mouth her teeth grazing your bud, leaning back a hand cupping her head you laid on one of the pillows sitting on the bed, the room filled with her sucking sounds and soft whimpers , she switched to you nipple as her eyes fluttered you ran your hands up and down her back soothing her.

After a while of her sucking your nipples before rotating occasionally, they were red and swollen covered with her saliva you noticed she stayed on your left nipple long you nudged her side before realizing she fell asleep brushing a hair strand from her face you decided to sleep as well……

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 1 year ago

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Space ~ B.A.

A/n: LOVE touching on the way Iris and Barry create their relationship by high key sabotaging every other possibility bc they feel inevitable... great shit.

Request: “Barry x male reader, reader and Barry been having issues so reader goes to stay with Kara for awhile.” By anon

Word Count: 2,000+

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"So... are we going to talk about that?"

Y/n's jaw worked as he mulled over Kara's question. He couldn't expect her not to ask questions after all of that. She was a good friend, she worried. And Y/n didn't want to spend this entire trip running from his feelings. It would only make things worse.

On the other hand he really didn't want to talk about it.

But that may have been him trying to run from his feelings. Like usual. How well did that ever go?

He looked at her, taking in her barely contained curiosity and anxiety. The last time she had run into Barry and his boyfriend the two were newly in love after ages of pining and beating around the bush. They were full of relief at being able to hold hands and use pet names, and got borderline ridiculous if they ever kissed. Kara had joked they were the goal; the base line. Someone would look at her that way someday.

Now the two men were cold and distant, and when they'd gotten Kara the help she needed and Barry went to go back to his own world Y/n had asked to stay? In an entirely different universe where Barry Allen didn't even know who Y/n L/n was. Had never even heard of him. They were complete strangers in this world.

Sighing, Y/n leaned against the desk behind him and Kara tried not to grin as she realized he was about to talk about his feelings. Y/n never did such things no matter how many times she prodded and begged - but this was not a situation that called for smiling or teasing. She listened instead as Y/n began, "Barry and I have been having problems."

Kara raised an eyebrow. She was hesitant to push such a delicate string of luck but it seemed Y/n was about to stop and he really hadn't said much yet. "Problems?"

Once he started he couldn't stop. "First it was the newspaper with Iris' byline. I mean, he's been in love with her for near his entire life and everything was screaming that she would choose him back eventually. Eddie died, Patty and Linda didn't work out for several reasons - mostly because he couldn't open up to them. But that's not-" He closed his eyes, realizing he was going off on a tangent. "The point is," he began again slowly. "Barry and Iris are like, soulmates? Or something? And it started with the newspaper but then there was Earth 2, and the fact that they always know each other everywhere we go - even if vaguely. Like they're drawn to each other. Inevitable. There are worlds where I don't know Barry Allen and he doesn't know me, but they always have each other."

Slowly, Kara asked, "You're jealous of Iris?"

Y/n scoffed. "I'm not just mindlessly jealous. It wouldn't bother me so much if the name on the by line of the newspaper had changed. If it said Iris West instead, or Iris soemthing-else. But it doesn't. It still Iris West-Allen. And I feel like... a filler." His shoulders sagged and his face twisted with agony. "It doesn't help that he started to drop our plans to hang out with her. And I realized that actually he always prioritizes her. Our plans never overlap, like he's desperate not to have to choose, and then they do and he chooses her. And it's fine, she's family, but I thought I was too. I thought we'd at least be equally as important. And then Savitar comes and he goes after Iris - still. Iris and Barry weren't together, but his life falls apart if she dies. Like-" He blinked tears out of his eyes. "Like she's his whole world. Cisco can't save him, or Caitlyn."

"Or you," Kara realized, her face crumbling as it fully settled in.

The man shrugged. "Or me. And I tried bringing it up to him but he refuses to acknowledge it and scrambles to avoid the topic and I feel like he knows he's in love with her but doesn't want to admit it. I feel like I really am filler and he knows it, that his very atoms are waiting for her and it's just this unspoken inevitability. I'm only here for now and that's it and I'm not supposed to address it, I'm not supposed to see it, but I do and that really sets him on edge. Or- something does at least. I don't know! He won't talk to me!"

Immediately Kara pulled Y/n into a hug. Y/n let her, curling into her comforting warmth and knowing he could fully collapse and she would be fine. "Would it help if I helped you work through what other options there are? Discussions are hard to have if you have one out come stuck in your head, and then often turn into arguments that accomplish nothing."

Chuckling, Y/n wiped his face. "You're so smart Kara." And he meant it so genuinely she couldn't even joke that he was full of it. He seemed relieved to be able to talk about it, talk through it. She believed that truly was the case. "Please," he sighed. "Please tell me there are other options than what I think there are."

Kara hummed, tightening the hug for a split second before leaning away so they could meet eye to eye as they spoke. This was a conversation where he needed to know she was being absolutely truthful and genuine. "Well, first of all he could have the exact same fears as you. He could truly and deeply be in love with you and be scared that it'll all be for nothing. Fate and knowing your future - it';s a terrifying thought. Especially when no matter what you do, it never changes."

Y/n nodded. That was a perfectly logical option. "Anything else?"

She was ready for the question. "His life has been really difficult. He's constantly losing people, and being a superhero is extremely hard on a person. It's demanding and draining and leaves no room for even a single mistake. You're gambling with the life of every single person. Their happiness and stability. It's not a reason to treat anyone badly but I could understand if his work life and super hero life being so complicated and dangerous doesn't leave a deep desire for a normal, more straight forward life. Maybe he got it in his head that things with you were supposed to be easy and now... they're not. And he's too burnt out or anxious to address it."

Oh. Very quickly Y/n was calming down. Hearing all the other alternatives were very grounding and loosened the pit of doom in his stomach. "Anything else?"

Nodding, Kara continued. "He may not be taking your emotions seriously and either isn't realizing how your emotions are affecting you, or thinks they're some kind of accusation. He may even not understand that when you bring this up its concerning how you feel about it and not necessarily about him or anything he's doing at all. It's a pile up of things that all point your brain in one direction, and the way that makes you feel may be irrational or very rational, but either way he isn't the person who chooses Iris. And he may be one day, or he may not, but if he thinks you're accusing him of some sort of cheating when he couldn't imagine ever doing something to you?" She shrugged. "Like getting mad at someone for doing something in a dream. And it still means something to you but he isn't clocking that - all he can see is you blaming him for something he didn't do."

Y/n actually had the audacity to smile. "We would argue over me feeling insecure and it making him feel like I hate him. Or doubt him." He rolled his eyes but there was a little fondness there and Kara felt hope surge through her. Not all was lost yet. "We would end up arguing like we are over both of us just being insecure and not communicating it int he way we need to." He sighed, long and laboriously.

Kara just decided to skip to another option. "Or he's being an asshole and he does know it upsets you but he just doesn't want to acknowledge it or take it seriously."

They looked at each other for a second before slipping into soft, breathy laughter. It was weak and quiet but Kara wrote it down as a win. The idea that Barry would be so harsh and cruel truly was laughable. Maybe another Barry, another universe, but not this one.

After a second Y/n deflated again. Not as broken down but definitely exhausted. "What do I do if he won't talk to me? I can't just not know."

"Tell him that." When Y/n seemed doubtful, kara shook her head. "I'm serious. Say it even before you start the conversation. No warning, no chance to shoot you down or change the subject. Lay down the law. If you need this, you need this. It doesn't matter what he's feeling about the situation - you need to talk about this. This is a need for you; a deal breaker. If you break up you break up. He doesn't deserve you if he can't get over himself for an hour to talk to you and give you something you actively need."

Y/n melted in relief, eyes wet. "You're an amazing friend Kara."

The compliment, bursting with appreciation that could not be put into words, made Kara grin. "You deserve a good friend. Come on - we can take a few days before you have to go back."

So they did. A little less a month passed before Y/n went back. neither of them had meant for it to go on quite so long but Y/n's powers that were so often utilized by Barry were perfect for the threat Kara was facing and beating the bad guy was the last step. They had to go through so much before they could do that. It kept them.

When he did go home, there was something different about him. He got to see more and experience more. He realized how much pressure he was putting on Barry and codependent he'd become. he seemed finally completely at peace with whatever happened - whether or not they broke up, he knew he'd make it through - but was also ready and willing to fight for it.

If only Barry would fight too.

In the end Kara had been right. Her very first guess had hit the nail on the head, and it had all come undone the second Y/n set a hard boundary. He needed this and Barry delivered. Their relationship was important enough to the speedster to put aside fear or pride and face it. They had a long talk about the whole situation and how out of control they both felt. How that scared Barry even more because he didn't want such a future. Because he wasn't allowed to be out of control like he was now or people died. Y/n clarified his feelings not being a reflection on Barry as a person and the kind of person or partner he was, and that seemed to help too. They decided at the end of it all that no matter what happened they loved each other and nothing could get in the way of that. That even if Iris and Barry did end up together, it wouldn't be the Barry that was now.

That Barry was Y/n's.

For the first time neither of them felt the need to check to see if Iris' surname had changed on the byline. It was Cisco instead who came crashing into the room, eyes wide with worry. He pulled up the article and pointed out the byline.

Iris West.

No Allen attached.

The article was the same, with a missing Barry, but the byline was different.

Barry and Y/n looked at each other, eyes opened for the first time. It was almost a slap in the face to realize that Iris and Barry ended up together in this world only if they thought they did. That the anxiety of the felt inevitable could destroy all of their relationships, and that the second they decided it didn't - it didn't.It was beautiful in a way. And suddenly they both felt that they could do so much more...

And they did. Together.

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kismetconstellations · 5 months ago

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@sockdooe Are there legitimately, truly, and genuinely people who fight about that?

I'm pretty sure that the Black Lion, herself, definitively answered that question.

She came to Shiro's aid by awakening and allowing Keith to pilot her when Shiro was being attacked and on the verge of losing his life to those raptor creatures in the second season's opening episode.

She severed Zarkon's connection to her in favor of bolstering her bond with Shiro, because Shiro understood that the relationship between Lion and Paladin is "not about power. It's about earning each other's trust."

And, she cherished Shiro enough to hold onto his essence after his body was destroyed.

Shiro was the first to master seeing through his lion's eyes, all the way back in Season One.

He and Black had a deep enough desire and willingness to fully understand one another that she showed him her history and abilities that she and Shiro had yet to unlock together.

There's no debate to be had, here. Shiro is the ultimate Black Paladin, as determined by the Black Lion, herself.

I can only guess that there's an element of ageism, perhaps even ableism, and undoubtedly superficial vanity at play when it comes to the fandom's preference for Keith, Lance, and the pairing of the two of them that shall not be named. Keith and Lance are skinny, elfin-faced twinks with a cliche rivalry and certain vulnerabilities that appeal more to the younger demographic. Shiro is a square-jawed, six-foot-tall adult man with bulging biceps and abs of steel, and the sort of trauma that would take years to even begin processing, let alone healing from, who seems to be much more popular with the older, adult fans, and Eastern audiences. The younger, American fans took to calling Shiro a "dad", after all, despite him being twenty-five years-old; nowhere near old enough to be a father to any of the teenagers he finds himself put in charge of. I've also seen Keith/Lance shippers calling Shiro "Keith's dad", which feels vaguely racist, and arguing that Shiro "raised" Keith, which is ludicrous. It doesn't help at all that the show, itself, feeds into the ageism and ableism by sweeping Shiro's trauma under the rug, sidelining him when he's down an arm, and sequestering him and Coran off with the other adults while the teenaged- sans Keith, who was at least twenty-one throughout the latter half of the seventh and whole of the eighth season- Paladins go off on their adventures.

I know the intention was to kill Shiro off permanently before the producers vetoed it due to Shiro's popularity and status as the show's only (living, explicitly confirmed, and relevant) gay character. Perhaps because he has no one-to-one equivalent character in the original series this was a remake of, and Keith was the leader in that same original series, so he was destined to be the leader, here, as well. Or, because the VLD showrunners were under the- delusional- belief that they could have Keith redo what Shiro had already done, only better, somehow, because they prioritized spectacle over narrative substance. Regardless, it's apparent that Shiro is only still around out of obligation, come the eighth season, and there was no desire on the writers' parts to further explore or develop his character. Hence him having no family, and, by extension, no real support system, being largely isolated from everyone, only really getting to shine in an episode that's half filler and unintentionally perpetuates more ableism, and then being married off to a "character" who might as well be a glorified piece of set dressing for all of the personality and importance he's given.

It's absolutely mind-boggling to me that,

1. The majority, or at least the most vocal parts of the fanbase cared more about shipping and complaining about being "queerbaited" over Lance/Keith when Shiro is right there.

And, 2. It seems like Josh Keaton, Shiro's voice actor, was the only member of the crew who truly appreciated Shiro, enough to offer his personal headcanon about Shiro's family- that Shiro was raised by his grandfather- state that he intentionally gave the clone's voice a harder edge compared to Shiro's softer, gentler tones in order to distinguish between the two of them, showing his implicit understanding of Shiro's character, and even made a video tribute to Shiro after the show had ended.

Aww, thank you for enjoying my angry rant on Shiro's behalf. Believe me, it burns that Shiro is overlooked entirely as the stepping stone he was on the path toward gay representation in children's media, purely because this show's quality plummeted so hard, and the fandom earned itself a reputation as one of the worst in recorded history. He deserves to be honored and celebrated, as not only a proud gay man who told Pidge that "owning who you are is going to make you a better Paladin", but also as a trauma survivor who strove to remain gentle, patient, and kind, and devote his life to saving others.

And, yes, he also deserves the best therapist in the universe, and all of the cuddles. ❤

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cottonkendi · 2 years ago

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Betrayal | 9

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Kunikuzushi x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: idk, it’s like a filler… what genre is this? ksksks

Warning: None

Synopsis: Suspicious Figure

Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

a/n: ayeee, it’s an update that’s not 2 months late 🥳 n e ways, here’s to hoping that this writing fever lasts until I finish this series and maybe even more so that I can actually start taking in requests and ACTUALLY writing said requests 😖

Wordlessly, you kneel before the throne, eyes staring straight ahead as you await for the shogun’s words to allow you to speak.

It’s barely been a year since everything has fallen apart, barely a year since Kunikuzushi was shunned away by the god before you.

And now, you stare her down, fists tightly curled on your lap, willing the swirling emotions away.

It is not your place to feel such things, much less towards a god.

No matter how much your insides burn, you have no place to act on it against the god before you, even if you wished to do so.

No.

Your duty is to be the geo archon’s yaksha. If you so much as speak out of turn in front of the electro archon then you may as well start another war between the gods. And for what?

For Kunikuzushi… only for Kunikuzushi.

“I heard that you have taken him under your wing.” The archon’s voice echoes inside the barren room, the vicinity ice cold, like that of an abode. It feels like it’s disconnected from the normal realm with its blurring views, thunder clapping in the background despite the foggy walls around you.

The plane of euthymia…

“I can’t say I’m opposed to you protecting the puppet… though I am curious as to why you would do such a thing… Answer me, yaksha.” Beelzebul drawls out though you can see the look of steel in her eyes, can see the way her hand tightens around the arm of her throne.

“I have vowed to protect Kunikuzushi, your son, for the rest of my existence. As long as I shall be alive in this world, then Kunikuzushi will be under my protection-”

“He is no longer my kin. He is but a citizen of Inazuma or any other country for that matter. I wish not for him to be tied to me.”

Your jaw clenches at her words, hands tingling as you start to feel the hilt of your claymore materialise though you try your best to will it away. “Whether he is part of the electro archon’s kin or not does not matter. My vow still stands and your words shall do nothing to change it. Though if I were to give my humble words of advice, I do not think that pushing him away so suddenly was a wise idea. Protecting him by hurting him… I do not think that the late electro archon would be pleased.” By now, you have stood up from your previous position, just as the thunder starts getting louder.

“You speak of my sister with such familiarity, yaksha. I suggest you know your place.”

Turning around, you are met with the sight of Beelzebul holding her sword as she stands before her throne, looking down at you. “The battlefield is a place that I am quite familiar with, electro archon. I have spent quite the time with Baal. In fact, Kunikuzushi himself shares a lot in common with her. Perhaps that is why you’re so afraid of keeping him close…”

With that, you make your way out of the plane of euthymia, your hair starting to stand up as lightning strikes the ground.

The heavy feeling in your body quickly disintegrates as you’re met with the sight of Kunikuzushi laughing with the village kids, racing their way towards the blacksmith for their usual afternoon lessons.

It’s only been a few months since you got Kunikuzushi out of your abode and into Tatarasuna. A small island near the main Inazuma island which hosts a small village where you met Niwa who was quickly taken with Kunikuzushi.

The man quickly opens his home to the both of you, offering to help Kunikuzushi with whatever he may need on the island. The two of you were quite hesitant to be so comfortable with him but soon enough, Kunikuzushi takes to liking Tatarasuna, having his days filled with classes with Niwa wherein he teaches him how to forge swords, along with helping around in the village, you’ve never felt more assured with leaving him alone for a day or so while you continue to do your responsibilities in Liyue.

“Kunikuzushi was looking for you, y’know?” Humming, you look to your side where Niwa makes himself comfortable against the tree, chuckling to himself when he sees your ever so serious face. “The kid was sulking all day when you didn’t visit at your usual time. He said that even though he can call you at any time, he didn’t want to bother you while you were off doing your duties in that foreign land. He likes telling the village stories about your journey, y’know? Sometimes, he even brings out books about you.”

Crossing your arms, your gaze moves back to Kunikuzushi who’s starting on forging the metal that was freshly out of the water.

Sighing at your usual silence, Niwa pushes himself off of the tree, a small smile on his face. “Dendro yaksha, you shouldn’t worry so much about Kunikuzushi… the village practically treats him as family, we’ll protect him.”

Taking in a deep breath, you finally look Niwa in the eyes. “Please do so. His safety and happiness is the only thing that matters. Kunikuzushi deserves at least that much.”

A little taken aback by your words, it takes the man a few seconds to respond, but when he does so, he offers you a genuine smile. “I promise you, I will do everything that I can to protect him. He is in safe hands.” Patting you twice on the shoulder, he starts to make his way over to the village once one of the villagers calls out to him. “Now c’mon, yaksha, there’s this Fontaine merchant that’s been visiting for the past week and he seems to have taken an interest in the village’s metal work. He’s been talking about making this place a more appropriate place for the forging, something about bringing in some new equipment.”

Raising a brow at that, you silently follow before him, the pit in your stomach growing restless as you sense something shift in the air the closer you get to the village.

Something’s not right…

“Along with that, he’s even taken an interest to Kunikuzushi. The man’s been bringing in different devices from Fontaine, said that it’ll surely enhance Kunikuzushi’s abilities.”

Frowning at his words, you can’t help but be unsettled at the thought of this man though perhaps it’s just because you haven’t met him personally… you’ve always been wary of strangers.

“Ah, there you are, Niwa and oh? Is that the yaksha that everyone’s been talking about in the village? My my, it’s an honour to finally meet your acquaintance.” The man dressed in foreign attire greets you, a smile on his face as he holds out his hand.

Immediately, you feel something trigger your senses. This man… feels familiar.

“My name is Escher, it’s nice to meet you.”

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carloswilson0 · 4 months ago

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aries-writingblog · 2 years ago

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Enemy Fire: 24

Summary: There's a new kid in town, and she's got a city to usurp.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: language, mention of death

AN: photos from Pinterest (credit to original creator); More of a filler before we get to the real fun

“What do you think about owls?”

“I think you should shut up.” Jason suggested. YN rolled her eyes, ignoring him for the most part.

Her foot nudged his side. He ignored it. Her body was draped over the couch in the library, feet near his thigh. Jason had sat himself in the corner of the chair, one leg propped on the couch, where YN was lying, the other had fallen off when she had readjusted earlier.

Her foot prodded his ribs again, drawing his attention away from his book. Only for a moment, though; Leaving her grumpy with his lack of focus on her.

So she poked him again.

“What the hell do you want?” Jason growled, the book in his hand dropping to his lap. Thumb marking his place.

YN tilted her head, deciding on what would keep his attention the longest.

“What do you mean?” She asked sweetly, brows tilted inward.

He grit his teeth, jaw clenching tightly. She nearly broke character to laugh at him— amused at how irritated he had become.

She had spent all day riling him up, she wouldn’t break now.

“I mean, why the hell have you been on my ass all day? Don’t you have shit to do?” He snapped, eyes focused on her.

She shrugged, her own eyes locked with his.

“Not really. Just wanna bother you. It’s amusing.”

“Terrific.” He muttered. Attempting to return to his book, he lifted it again. All he could focus on, was her eyes on him. It was unnerving, at the least. And with how annoyed he was, already, it was just enough to make him give a response. “Why don’t I put my foot up your ass?”

“Kinky.”

“Fuckin’ A.” He groaned. Jason shoved his bookmark into the crease of the pages, tossing the book to the coffee table and shoving to his feet. YN was on his tail, instantly, tagging along behind him. She followed out into the hallway, where he was walking faster to escape. “I can’t pay you to fuck off?”

“Nope. What’s the problem with spending time with one with your friends?”

“We aren’t friends.” He laughed, disparagingly. Trying to shake her.

“Sounds like bullshit.” She sang, her hands clasped together behind her back. Jason scowled, quickly pushing her body into the wall. She yelped, her arms flailing as she stumbled into it. “Hey!”

He huffed a quiet laugh, a smile sneaking it’s way onto his lips.

“I saw that.” YN pointed at him, righting herself. Regaining her balance. Jason quickly wiped any evidence of a smirk from his face. But it was too late. “You like me, liar.”

“Whatever.” He grumbled, returning to his previous task of ignoring her.

YN grinned, finally getting him to loosen up. He was so stiff all the time— no wonder he was easy to piss off.

Stephanie peeked into another room, cursing the architects of Wayne Manor. Why they felt like making a million rooms, was completely beyond her. It was a little ridiculous; She had been searching for one person in this labyrinth for an hour.

She was beginning to contemplate trackers, and injecting them into everyone’s necks. It would be a lot easier to find people.

The blonde huffed and spun out of the room, stomping down the hallway. A deep, smooth voice came from around the further up, around the corner.

Jason.

Finally— he was sure to know where she was.

Moving quickly, to catch up to him, she nearly shouted in accomplishment when she heard YN respond to whatever he had said.

She barreled around the corner, nearly colliding with the wall. Jason looked over his shoulder at the disturbance. A very disheveled blonde, sprinting at them.

“There you are— I’ve been looking all over for you.” Stephanie exclaimed, reaching both hands out and snagging Yn’s.

“What’s going on?” YN asked, a nervous edge to her voice.

The blonde grinned, broadly. Eager to showcase her work to her friend.

“We have a surprise.”

Stephanie tugged, hard. YN yelped, stumbling after her. She glanced over her shoulder, back at him.

“Jason!”

He chuckled, softly, shaking his head.

She was settling in nicely.

“I’m right behind you.” He confirmed.

Stephanie pulled the door open to the stairway, ushering YN down.

“You’re gonna love it— I gave you these wicked knives and the holsters are authentic leather,” She gushed, pulling excitedly.

YN couldn’t get a word in, as Stephanie kept going. Explaining details of every choice in materials and placement, and the whole design.

She wasn’t sure what this design was for, or when she even had time to make it, but she was amused by the childlike gleam in her friend’s eyes.

When they reached the Batcave, they didn’t stop at the gaggle of Batboys standing off to the side.

They went further back, into the uniform storage closet.

Jason made it down the steps, his feet carrying him deeper into the cave. He lost sight of the two girls almost as soon as the door had opened, but they were there somewhere.

“What is this?” Jason asked, nodding to the accumulated group.

Tim glanced up from his phone, thumbs moving across the screen rapidly.

“Her uniform is ready.” He answered.

Jason hummed. The smallest of smiles took over Tim’s lips for half a second, before it was wiped away.

Another boy.

This family was just full of heartthrob romantics, wasn’t it?

“Did Dick have any say?” Jason pressed his fingertips against the bridge of his nose.

“A little, I think.”

“Oh, this is gonna be gold.” He laughed.

“I happen to agree.” Dick added, crossing his arms.

Jason arched a brow. He couldn’t believe that after all these years, Dick still thought he was the best designer out of the whole bunch.

“You do know that you nearly always choose rhinestones over a solid color?” Tim asked, not even looking up from his text message.

“And you have as much skin showing as possible.” Jason added.

“If you aren’t showing it directly, you’re wearing something skintight.” Damian chimed in. Dick spluttered in outrage.

“That’s the best material for acrobatics, that’s not my problem!” He argued, narrowing his eyes. “Take that up with the god of acrobats.”

“You wear that to show people you have abs.”

Dick’s hands fell to his hips, preparing himself to argue the point further.

Just in time for Stephanie to round the corner, tugging a very reluctant YN behind her.

“What do we think? Badass enough for you fellas?” Stephanie called out.

The group turned, attention being dragged away from the petty argument and toward the middle of the computer center.

The uniform wasn’t revealing— the only portion of skin he could see was her arms. The long sleeved, athletic shirt beneath her armor kept the abrasive material off her skin. She had it pushed up to her elbows.

Kevlar strapped across her chest, knee pads and industrial boots. Fireproof pants and fire-friendly gloves. A hooded cape hung from her shoulders, the tail end brushing her calves.

Almost all of it was black, bar the soles of her boots and the trim of her protective gear. It was a light orange tint. A small, yellow bat emblem stamped on her sleeve displayed her alliance.

“This seems highly impractical.” YN muttered. Her hand grasped the edge of the fabric hanging from her shoulders. She swung it, fanning it through the air, her brows furrowed. “Why do I have a cape?”

“Because they’re awesome.” Dick cried, his palms splayed out to gesture to her uniform.

Damian’s eyes rolled over to meet Tim’s— a side eye glance that most in the household could interpret, quite easily when it came to Dick.

“It’s the equivalent of a long ponytail, someone is going to yank it.” She reasoned, tugging on the fabric for example.

Dick scoffed. He had wanted to go all out on her suit— plunging neckline, hip windows, knee high boots with blood red laces. He wanted to add more color to the fabric as well, maybe a little shimmer.

She had the figure for it, why not show it off and save the city in style? Besides, no one else appreciated his sense of adventurist style.

Then he was booted out of the Batcave and the girl’s took the reigns.

And here they were— yet another boring costume.

“Relax, it’s removable.” Jason interrupted, stalking into the loose circle. He made certain his fingertips didn’t linger, just barely giving himself enough time to unsnap the cape from her body. “They put one on mine too.”

“You’re no fun, Little Wing.” Dick complained, crossing his arms.

Jason scowled, balling the fabric up and tossing it directly at his smug face. Dick shouted, his arm blocking it.

The one thing that he was allowed to add to her uniform and they took it off.

“Need I remind us all of Discowing?” Jason prompted, lifting a brow.

“I like that suit!” Dick challenged.

“Exactly.”

Stephanie rolled her eyes; The pair of boys started arguing louder, but she kept her eyes on YN. She straightened out a crease in the undershirt’s sleeve with a small smile.

“I didn’t know how comfortable you were with exposed skin.” She began, tucking her hands into her pockets. “Besides, Dick’s uniforms never give the person any safety or warmth. It’s a little heavier, harder to move around in, but ultimately safer.”

“I’m used to the vests. The pants are nice, though.” YN grinned, shifting her weight. The boots were a thousand times more comfortable than her last pair.

“Duke says dinner is ready, please, for the love of everything, shut up!” Tim shouted, shoving past the argument— that was still going— and opened the elevator doors.

Dick finally gave up his hopes of making Jason understand the complex nature of his fashion studies.

With a final, disapproving glance, he turned and followed the rest of the Wayne siblings to the elevator.

“You guys coming?” Stephanie asked, holding the doors open.

Jason hesitated, his face warming.

He wanted to speak with YN, without prying ears, but he knew his siblings.

The shit they were gonna talk once those doors closed, if he spoke up now…

“We’ll be up in a second.” YN called.

Stephanie nodded, moving her hand away. The doors closed, silently.

The air inside was tense. Stephanie exhaled, clicking her tongue before speaking.

“I swear to Christ if they kiss—“

“I’m getting the camera footage.” Dick interrupted.

A chorus of protests sounded off, leaving Dick to defend his position by raising his voice louder.

Jason turned to face YN, taking a few paces around her. Taking in the entirety of the suit. All gleaming and clean, not yet dirtied by grime and sweat. Still unbloodied.

“Looks good.” Jason declared.

“Mm.” YN replied. Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

Jason’s head tilted down, attempting to catch her eyes.

“What?”

“Just… thinking.” She responded, softly. Her fingers picked at the threads of her gloves.

He fought the urge to make the situation uncomfortable. It was all in good faith— he wanted to tell her everything would be okay, he wanted to help her fix things. But that wasn’t so straightforward. Never would be.

And that was an estranged thing to say to her. Or at least he felt it to be estranged.

But… he didn’t know what was going through her head. He never did— it was how she managed to throw him off guard nearly every time she opened her mouth.

“Overthinking.” He corrected. YN’s eyes broke away from her palms, trailing up to his face. Only for a moment, before they moved again. Unable to hold contact for much longer. Jason sighed. “Try not to get too into your head about this. You’re doing great so far, and I have no doubt you’ll do fine.”

YN swallowed, hard.

She didn’t know what to think anymore.

Bruce’s talk about forgiveness and moving forward had sent her into a tizzy. She knew it was right to want to move forward. To move on.

But she didn’t want to.

She still wanted someone to hurt the way she had.

All her targets were gone, now. Adrian was dead, Bruce turned out to not be an asshole, Dick wasn’t a stalker. Jason was a better person than she had ever anticipated him to be.

Who was she supposed to be angry at? What was she supposed to do with this rage, this resentment?

And Jason…

Every time she looked at him, those mismatched eyes gleamed with hope. For her. Something she wasn’t deserving of. That much, she did know.

YN pushed it all back, shoving it into the darkest corner of her mind. She couldn’t look uncertain in front of him. He would lose that sparkle— all his hope in her.

So she straightened her posture and plastered a half grin over her features.

“That made me nauseous, please go back to insulting me.”

Jason smirked, a quick shrug following.

“You look like a dweeb in that cape.”

“Who says dweeb anymore?” YN scoffed, her eyes rolling. Jason hummed, a smile pulling his lips.

“You just did.” He bumped her out of his way, putting his hand on her forehead and pushing her back. YN slapped at his wrists, missing by a wide shot as he pulled away. “Hungry?”

Jason moved fast, out of her range. She had knives in those holsters and he knew she wouldn’t hesitate a second to pull one.

They were new, and she was brimming with the want to break them in.

“Starved.” She replied, easily catching up to his long strides. He paused at the bottom of the stairs, allowing her to go up first. Possibly a terrible idea, as her ass was directly in front of him. Even in utility ware; What the actual— “I went on my first patrol last night.”

Jason tore his eyes away from her back side, focusing his attention on the stairs beneath his feet.

“What?”

YN repeated her previous statement.

Irritation wiggled it’s way up and planted itself back in his chest. Wrapping viciously about his sternum.

The old man just couldn’t help himself, could he?

“Bruce took me out with Damian.” She explained, opening the door. He held it open, arm stretched over her head. YN turned, walking backwards to face him and talk at the same time. “Wasn’t very eventful— can you believe that? My very first night as a legitimate vigilante in Gotham and no one was killed? Truly, disappointing.”

He smiled, barely attempting to suppress his amusement. When he looked up again, meeting her eyes, he saw a similar smile, playing on her lips.

She was teasing him… how rude… his heart was likely to give out before long.

“That isn’t the point of vigilantism, you know that, right?” He questioned.

She shrugged, turning again to walk forward again.

“I know.” YN nodded, throwing a faux pout over her shoulder at him. “Still gives the evening a little spice.”

Jason snorted, shaking his head.

Bruce wasn’t surprised to see Jason leaning against the wall, waiting for him to exit the bathroom.

The pair often had confrontational meetings, when around each other. This was no different. Jason was a ticking time bomb— he always had been.

Even the smallest of opportunities to piss him off, or yell and get angry, Jason would take it.

And they were overdue for an argument. Jason had been giving his father a wide berth, ignoring and avoiding him for weeks.

“I thought I said I didn’t want her going out there without me.” He grumbled. His eyes seemed to glow— casting shadows over the remainder of his face.

Features plastered with an irritated, nearly enraged scowl.

Bruce thought of telling him he had overreacted.

For her first patrol, she had done wonderfully. She had kept herself in line, using minimal fire power— she didn’t even use a single weapon.

They hadn’t had many run ins, of course, it had been a slow night.

But he knew Jason had his reasons.

He didn’t want anyone killed, firstly.

Secondly— Bruce knew for a fact that he wouldn’t admit it— Jason had grown possessive over the girl.

And his streak was half a mile wide.

“She’s an adult, Jason. And I am perfectly capable of handling any sort of mood swings.” Bruce sidestepped, making it a few paces away before Jason was back in front of him. Blocking the escape.

He knew it was a jab at his own moodiness; He had put his adoptive father through paces. As an adult and a child.

Bruce had done the best he could, but in the end, Jason was who he was. There was no escaping that— especially not at his age.

He had practically raised himself for so long, he didn’t want a parental figure.

And now, he was grown.

He thought he didn’t need one.

“I think she would follow me just about anywhere. You want her leaving?”

“She can’t. Parol.” Bruce shot back, propping his hands on his hips. Jason scoffed, unimpressed by the excuse. “You want her back in prison?”

He clenched his jaw shut.

Bruce had a point.

Damn, he hated when that happened. Because Bruce knew it— if the smirk on his face was any indicator.

But Bruce wasn’t even thinking of his successful checkmate.

He was overjoyed— thrilled— that Jason had found someone else he could care for.

While Bruce was a spree adopter and foster parent of people, Damian seemed to get the animal side of the coin. But Jason?

Jason adopted friends.

People down on their luck, in bad places. He pulled them all together into an uncohesive family unit for himself.

He would find an underdog and take them in. Even if said person had tried to kill him.

Bruce couldn’t be more proud of the way his son turned out; But he wasn’t proud of the way he came to be. How much pain he had been dragged through.

And how he saw even the smallest of confrontation as a threat to his family.

His responsibility to guard and protect them.

Bruce sighed, inching closer. He stopped when he saw Jason tense.

“I know it’s difficult to give up control.” He began, tucking his hands into his pockets. Jason’s jaw clenched; Bruce knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “I know it’s hard being here and trying to fit into your previous space here. You aren’t the same Jason, no one expects you to be.”

“I know I’m not the same— I died.” Jason hissed, his voice trembled. He blinked rapidly, trying to force his eyes to stop stinging. The onslaught of tears was ready to fall at any second but he couldn’t let them until he was finished arguing. “I was half alive for months. Terrified. I was scared. I’m still scared. And I don’t understand.”

He knew it wasn’t fair for him to keep dragging this out. To keep pulling that card. Dick had seen his parents murdered, he had witnessed atrocities. Committed murder. Tim had been kidnapped and tortured, Cassandra used as a weapon for her father. Damian wasn’t even human some days, his mother and grandfather had fucked him up so badly.

Everyone had a past. Everyone in the manor was fucked over, life had brutally bashed them all over the head.

It didn’t change the hollow confusion, writhing in his chest. It didn’t change the fact that he had died. Clawed his way out of a buried coffin, wandered the streets until Talia found him. The fucking Pits.

They were a hell in of themselves.

Bruce felt his nose sting— pressure building in his chest at the rush of emotions on Jason’s face. The clarity of his words.

It was cliche to think, but Bruce could feel the pain of his children. And when they admitted it, the ache throbbed harder. To hear Jason, of all people, admit to being hurt… that sent pains wracking across his nervous system.

He wanted to reach out, hold his son against his chest like he wasn’t a six foot beast of a man. Like he was a child. A real one this time— not one who was forced to grow up too quickly.

But Jason had always been finicky about touch. Holding him close was out of the question. Even just a brush against his shoulder could send him reeling some days.

So he had to settle for what he could give, considering the circumstances.

“You are never alone. You don’t have to be.” Bruce repeated.

Jason grit his teeth and turned away, his eyes lifted to the ceiling. Trying desperately to keep his face dry.

He wouldn’t cry. He would not cry.

Fuck, he was gonna cry.

Bruce made it impossible to hate him, nowadays. Which was enraging, because Jason wanted to hate him.

For letting his death go unpunished, for letting the Joker keep his grasp on Gotham. For letting people suffer at his hands. Live in fear of the madman.

But in the end, those reasons were barely feasible anymore.

All the hate had been drained from them.

Leaving Jason lost, confusion and hurt replacing his anger.

It sucked ten times worse than the anger did.

“Cassandra asked us all to watch a movie. Are you joining?” Bruce asked, quietly. An attempt to lure him out of his spiral. He was afraid of what Jason’s silence meant this time.

But Jason shook his head, biting down on his lip.

He felt sick— something about the conversation made him feel nauseous. Vertigo sucker punched his stomach, leaving him off balance.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna pass, right now. I don’t think…” He swallowed against the bile, rising in his throat.

Bruce nodded— infuriatingly understanding.

“Be safe, Jason.” He brushed past him, leaving the younger man to sort himself out as he pleased.

Deciding not to intervene in the progress that was going to begin taking place.

#enemy fire #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x f!reader

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stigmvtas · 10 months ago

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this hurt that i'm holding's getting heavy. but i'ma keep a smile on my shoulders 'til i'm sweaty. beggin' on my knees, "someone come and help me". hallucinations, violence, blood, gore, stabbing, etc. following. proceed with caution.

the skin dissolves off of their faces like it's nothing more but wet cotton candy, melted sugar and flesh pooling onto the ground - their smiles still smiling, still laughing, still moving alongside their skeletal jaws like a misplaced song. myria's been high before - myria's been high plenty of times before. if she ever bothered to count the times - she'd realize that it was an almost - daily occurrence. pills littering the bottom of her purse like misplaced candies, a fun treat in store no matter which one plucked.

this isn't that kind of high. it's not the good kind of high - the kind that soothes her, that keeps her limbs limber and her movements fluid. this high doesn't comfort her - because the people around her are melting, slowly but steadily, like botox fillers gone wrong. there's too many of them - too much flesh and blood pooling beneath her feet, slippery beneath her heels; too many skeletons looking at her - staring at her with their empty sockets and quick decomposition. she's watching death decay right in front of her - the butterflies adorning her mask scattering from her features and flittering about to collect nectar from their rot. butterflies and rot. rot and decay. decay and death, over and over on repeat.

when will she ever be free?

her breath quickens - and she knows she needs to leave; she needs to run, as fast as she can. as far as she can. she has to get away - a quick turn of her heels to descend down the nearest hallway, past every exhibit she's visited half - a - million times, knows like the back of her hand. but the hallway keeps extending - further and further, like she's not running at all; but the exhibits are changing with every glance, like the slots of a machine - cherry, cherry, money sign. bell, bell, bar. seven, seven, seven. has she gone up? down? how long has she been running? how much further can she go - when will it stop? when will it stop? when will it stop?

the dimmest light. her aching legs, like she's run the entirety of a marathon, climbed the highest of staircases. the hallway stills, but her legs still go - she can't stop now. she's too autopilot - actions barely her own as she creeps upon the exhibit; the egypt room. tomb laid in the middle like a ready - to - mourn funeral, like a scene she's seen all - too - many times. sickness lays at the bottom of her stomach - nauseous, suddenly; from the drugs, or the running? or what's to come, maybe - creeping familiarity as she nears the opened tomb. why is it open? it's never open - not in all her memories, now dim and far as she peers over the ledge. blonde hair, sticky red.

myria gasps - and with that gasp comes a sharpness, sudden as it strikes; panic restricting the breath in her lungs as it rises over, threatens to spill out. a warmth spreading across her back - no, not panic; no - no, no. a scream falls silent across her lips as she feels the sharpness of the blade strike her again. her hands grip the stone, urging her to barrel forward - to crawl across the body already laid; but the hands that encase her are stronger, tighter - tossing her squirming form over as the knife sinks into her lower abdomen, again and again - and again. all she feels is hot and cold, her entire body a pulsating throb of pain, fingers and toes tingling with the numbing cold. is this what it feels like to die? it'd been so long - she'd almost forgotten the feeling.

"someone -" croaks out, and she thinks she's screaming - she has to be screaming, right? someone has to hear her, has to come and help her. she can't die like this - but she feels that numbness spreading, eyes catching on nothing but red, all red. is it blood? is it all blood? is it all hers? " - i don't wanna die. please." it's a sob, now. a plead - hands trying to grasp out for anything - for the tall figure attacking her, but her grip's too weak now. they've moved on - she can barely feel it, the sensation; the blade cutting into her cheek - her stomach dropping further and further as through her dimming sight, her deafening mind - she realizes what's happening. she's going to be another body in the morgue. who'll play britney for her? who'll tuck her hair back, close her eyes - dress her pretty for burial? who will she reincarnate as? does she deserve it - reincarnation? into a better person? myria has so many regrets - too many to carry, too many to think about.

so she stops thinking - her mind clearing from worry. what point is there now? she can only slowly await the darkness that accompanies death. can only rock slowly into it; can only try to find comfort in what's to come. she can only wait.

and wait.

and wai

#––– ❛ myria saengkaew 【 little blurry stars scattered all across / para. 】#hallucination tw #violence tw #blood tw #gore tw #stabbing tw #drugs tw

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chrisginny · 5 months ago

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day 7 of @chrisginnyweek: prom

finished chapter 2 of my fic "sittin' back, sittin' back, in the backseat of your car" for chrisginny week! you can read it here, or on ao3 via the link above. <3

As it turns out, finding a moment alone with the shared family telephone is of Olympian difficulty. Ginny feels neither like asking her parents nor speaking in code to Chris while they stand close by, so she waits – painfully. Her jaw locks in annoyance when she realizes just how much time her mother spends inside the house.

But one day, when Joe is out late at work and Janette is attending a Parent-Teacher Association meeting at Ridgeway, Ginny encounters the perfect window of opportunity to finally call Chris. She’s shy, at first, and so is Chris; but somehow, through grainy audio and nervous fidgeting, the pair get to know each other a little more. And they settle on a date and time for – well, a date.

If calling Chris was an English class assignment, Ginny would have two major takeaways: that she’s going on a bona fide date in four days’ time, and that it’s with the – albeit uncontested – girl of her dreams. The only issue that stands in her way, then, is mustering the courage to seek her parents’ permission for a night alone in town without raising suspicion.

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Ginny completes many, many assignments and chores unprompted in the following few days, and her tireless work pays off. Janette grants her the ever-coveted permission she needs. But unlike with Chet, there’s added emphasis on continued responsibility, both inside and outside of the Danburry home. The conversation leaves Ginny equally relieved and frustrated.

It turns out near-perfectly, though, when Chris leans through the window of her car on a warm, breezy Saturday night, beckoning Ginny with her left hand. Frustration is one of those things easily escapable around someone like Chris; and Ginny finds herself exponentially more willing to go extra lengths at home just to continue seeing her.

And seeing Chris – well, really, it feels like the easiest thing in the world to do. Ginny holds her hand as the pair drive downtown to Silver’s Diner, windows open, the sweet spring wind kissing their faces and ruffling their hair. Chris can barely keep her eyes on the road ahead because she’s too busy looking at Ginny. If they end up in a car crash, at least Ginny can say she died happily, capturing Chris’ glances like a prism does with sunlight.

Chris and Ginny choose a spot indoors – a cozy booth with a big window in a secluded corner of the diner. In between taking bites of pancakes and hashbrowns, they talk about different things: school, family, friends, hobbies. It’s filler content, really; Ginny needs to ask Chris, but she doesn’t find an in until they’re both sipping vanilla milkshakes for dessert.

“Can I ask you something?” says Ginny, her mind already erratic.

“Is it that important?” Chris looks surprised. To be fair, most of their conversations as of late have been back-and-forth questions.

“Yeah.”

“Then, sure”, Chris says.

Ginny sucks in a breath. “I really like you. We’ve been seeing each other for a while. And I think it’s appropriate to ask”, Ginny continues, a bundle of nerves, “if you’d want to be my girlfriend.” She falters, possessing anything but the knowledge of what to add after such a heavy request.

Chris bites her lip. Ginny holds her breath, waiting, mere nanoseconds seeming like hours to her. Moonlight beams hazily through the window, dousing their booth in shades of beige and blue.

“You tease”, Chris laughs. She reaches her hand out towards Ginny’s own. “I always wanted to be yours.”

“I take it that’s a yes, then?” asks Ginny.

Squeezing Ginny’s hand, Chris replies, “In what world would that be a no?”

Ginny smiles bashfully. “You know me. Sometimes I’m living on a different planet.”

“Well, maybe you should let me visit”, jokes Chris.

“Maybe I should.” Ginny separates her hand from Chris’, tuning back into her surroundings – the public. She smiles at Chris from across the booth, reacquainting herself with the comfortable quiet that falls between them all too often. Her heartbeat regains its normal pace, anxiety extinguished by milky moonlight and the sincere promise of a continued romance.

“We should go to prom together”, suggests Chris out of the blue. She tucks a strand of pale hair behind her ear, the sight toying with Ginny’s emotions.

“Prom?” Ginny parrots, suddenly cotton-mouthed.

Chris shrugs, taking a sip of her milkshake. “Yeah, at Ridgeway. What?” she questions – Ginny’s lips are frozen in the shape of a silent oh. “You don’t wanna go to prom with me?”

“No, it’s just…” Ginny pauses, fiddling with the napkin on her lap. “It’s a lot to take in. I mean, I’m still recovering from asking you to go steady”, she adds with a laugh.

Chris rolls her eyes playfully. “Oh, come on, Gin, that was a guaranteed yes.”

Beneath the table, Ginny taps Chris’ foot with her own. “Shame on you for making me so nervous, though.” A moment of silence, then: “Alright, I’ll go to prom with you.”

Grinning ear-to-ear, Chris replies, “It’s only fair.”

Ginny slurps down the dregs of her milkshake. “Let’s get out of here”, she says. It’s become their code for running off to make out; but tonight, on their first real date, there’s added significance. What Ginny really means is to ask if Chris will drive her back to the Noel house: spacious, comfortable, better than the backseat of a car in every way under the sun.

Chris looks Ginny up and down a few times. “Of course”, she agrees, blushing. “I’ll get the check.”

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“Hey, cover for me? I’m at Chris’ house tonight”, says Ginny, running a hand through her bangs. She’s using the wall phone in the parlor with Chris’ permission, calling Chet to make sure their parents question nothing.

“So it’s not just backseat bingo anymore, huh?” Chet asks, and Ginny can practically see the smug expression on his face. “You finally put on your big-girl pants?”

“Could say the same for you and Charlie”, Ginny retorts.

There’s a pause, weighted, on the other end of the line. “Do you love her?”

Ginny wants nothing more than to blurt out yes, of course, is it too soon?, but she bites her tongue. “I like the way her perfume smells”, she says instead, decisively, in the event that Chris lurks just a thin wall away.

“Alright”, says Chet. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you”, repeats Ginny, hanging up the phone.

“It’s Nina Ricci.”

Ginny whirls around. She thought right; standing face-to-face with her is Chris. “What?” she says, confused.

Chris giggles, leaning on the door frame. “My perfume. Sorry for startling you.”

Ginny’s eyebrows shoot upwards. “You heard that?”

“I heard just about everything.” Chris’ eyes have a playful glint to them.

“You–” Ginny starts, but is promptly cut off as Chris, in one swift move, grabs her face and kisses her. Her brain all but taps out as Chris trails soft kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jawbone, and then down her neck. Back pressed against the floral print wallpaper, Ginny almost forgets where she is; Chris becomes her Earth, her entire world.

Chris puts distance between herself and Ginny, teasing her with a stray finger on her collarbone. “Let’s not spend all night here”, she whispers, tugging at Ginny’s dress. “Let me show you my bedroom.”

Ginny nods, words refusing to form, her body like memory foam for Chris’ touch. She follows Chris up the stairwell, one hand gliding along the wooden railing and the other holding Chris’ slender wrist. The upstairs hallway is carpeted in red, and paintings break up empty space on the sparse walls. Chris’ bedroom is an oasis of femininity; pink colors and attractive movie stars decorate nearly every surface. Her bed looks too cozy to ignore, and Ginny has no choice but to sit down on the soft blankets, or so she tells Chris.

“What do you think?” asks Chris, sitting beside Ginny.

“It’s perfect. I could live in here”, answers Ginny, kicking off her Mary Janes and fully laying down. “Don’t leave me hanging.” She frowns up at Chris.

“I would never”, says Chris, resting her head on Ginny’s chest and pressing a kiss to her hand.

Ginny hums in appreciation. “You know I missed you all the time, right?”

“What do you mean?” Chris says, confused.

“Well, between Chet’s games”, Ginny clarifies. She wraps her arm around Chris’ shoulder, moving so that the two of them can be side-to-side, completely enveloped in each other. “But now I don’t. I mean… prom, and dates, and sleeping over at your house? It’s so much better.”

“It really is”, Chris agrees.

“When is it, anyway? Prom”, says Ginny, turning her head towards Chris.

“Oh.” Chris pauses, thinking. “In about a month, I think. Why?”

“I just– well, it’s just a thought, but maybe we could match”, Ginny answers, her face flushing slightly. “Dresses, corsages, jewelry. The whole nine yards.”

“I’ll take you shopping anytime, Gin.” Chris thumbs Ginny’s cheekbone, kissing her forehead softly.

Ginny holds Chris’ face in her palms. “How about you come here and kiss me for real?” They’re both so close, enough that Ginny can almost feel the fluttering of Chris’ eyelashes on her own.

Chris nods silently, her eyes half-lidded, dreamily staring down at Ginny. “I think I can do that.”

Her lips meet Ginny’s, and it’s heaven. Like silent film, a messy tapestry of memories plays in Ginny’s mind: spotting Chris on the Ridgeway field; glossy hair and pom-poms; shoes dislodging turf as they walked across the field to Chris’ car; admitting to herself that she might be queer; holding hands for the first time.

Chris kisses Ginny with increasingly more fervor. Soon, their limbs tangle and their hearts beat in sync. It’s a rough start; but it’s theirs, and Ginny can’t wait for more.

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Cuphead: Isle of Shadows (Rewrite)

*Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter/episode of Cuphead: Isle of Shadows Rewrite! This is a bit of a filler episode with a lot of fluff. No angst till the next episode. This episode is published on August 3, 2023. If you guys like this episode, don't be afraid to heart, reblog, and comment! That would be wonderful and appreciated! I'm so sorry for the long episode. Enjoy!*

Episode Eight: Love In The Air

In the rough storm, the ship rocked side to side from the waves hitting them continuously. Captain Brineybeard steered the wheel of the ship, clenching his jaw in fear.

“This ship is going to sink!” the captain cried. “Furl the sails!”

The crew that consisted of Elder Kettle, Cuphead, Chalice, Canteen, Aurora, and Natalie did as they were told to keep the ship steady throughout the storm.

“There’s one coming for us!” Cuphead shouted while pointing at the rogue wave coming toward them.

“Where’s me first mate?!” Captain Brineybeard shouted. “Mugbeard! We need yer help!”

The little pirate mug with the tiny mustache and beard swung in beside the captain. “Aye, captain?!”

“Lower the boats! This ship be goin’ t’ sink!” Captain Brineybeard ordered urgently.

“Aye, Aye, Captain!” Mugbeard shouted as he jumped onto the desk and hurried over to the side of the ship, urging the other crew members to get inside the row boats. The crew hurried onto the boats as Mugbeard looked back to see Captain Brineybeard still steering the ship.

“Captain! The crew is in the row boats! You gotta join them!”

“Nay! I’ll face this storm alone, mate! Get in with the others!”

Mugbeard hurried over to the steering wheel by his captain, pushing the captain aside while the boat tumbled. The captain fell onto the other rowboat by accident. The boats fell from the ship, landing in the water and floating away from the ship. Mugbeard tried to control the ship until the final wave crashed into the ship.

“MUGBEARD!!!” his captain and his crew cried out in fear.

The waters flipped the wood off the ship and tore through the deck, ripping it from the inside out. Mugbeard was knocked into the water, blacking out from the impact. He drifted into the deep blue sea with the debris falling with him. There seemed to be a lack of hope that he will ever reach back to the surface. It was then, he felt someone lifting him up through the water. Was it an angel?

The next morning, he could’ve sworn he heard someone talking, caressing his porcelain cheek. He fought to open his eyelids. In his blurry vision, he could see a silhouette of a beautiful sea creature. Before he could get a good look at her, she heard the men shouting and jumped back away from him.

“Mugbeard!” The familiar voice shouted. Mugbeard was helped up to his feet by Captain Brineybeard and his crew. “Are ye alright? Wha’ happened?”

Mugbeard rubbed his head. “Aye, I’m fine. I, uh--” He looked onward to find the sea creature that saved his life. He saw it though, way out into the open ocean and on the rock near the shore, there was the creature. He stood in awe of her beauty.

The moment he saw her, he felt his heart skip a beat. This sea creature had cat-like ears, her fur as red as his blushing face. Her raven hair gleamed in the sunlight. Her tail had no scales and her ray-fin flashed a burgundy color in the light. Her whiskers flinched when she smiled at him.

“Wha’ are ye lookin’ at, lad?” Brineybeard asked and looked to where Mugbeard was looking. Once the captain looked, the mer-cat disappeared without a trace.

It was at this moment, Mugbeard fell in love with the sea creature. Every night, Mugbeard would venture out of the village and to the shore. Normally, he’ll let his crew come with him on his rendezvous, but on this trip, this was something that he knew, they will never understand.

Mugbeard snuck through the village and towards the wooden port. He sat at the edge and looked around, waiting for her to make her appearance. The bubbles surfaced and the mer-cat popped out of the water with a bright smile.

“Wow,” Mugbeard uttered while she brushed the water droplets out of her black short hair. She perched on the edge of the port, looking at him with sparkling eyes. “Oh, sea creature, your eyes are like starlight. Your voice is a symphony. Your fur and hair soft as a pillow.”

The mer-cat giggled at the pirate. “I have a name, silly. You can call me Cassi.”

“Cassi~” Mugbeard repeated with a lovesick smile. “Beautiful~.” They leaned in to share a kiss until--

“Mugman…MUGMAN!”

~.~

Mugman jumped when he heard his name being called.

He realized that he was just reading the book…but he wasn’t really reading it. Instead, he went off on his own little world and forgot where he left off. He also realized that he was in the kitchen in the Ruth Mansion with Elder Kettle and Cuphead staring at him in confusion.

“You were reading your book upside down,” Cuphead pointed out.

“What—?”

Cuphead was right, Mugman was reading the book upside down.

Mugman turned it right side up. “There…heh…I don’t know what came over me.”

Cuphead and Elder Kettle exchanged glances at each other and then back at Mugman.

“You would never read a book upside down before,” Cuphead said suspiciously.

“I’m just having an off-day, alright?” Mugman said while trying to read the book.

“You’ve been acting weird since last night,” Elder Kettle replied. “We’re just concern is all. No need to get defensive.”

Cuphead arched a brow. “I mean, you and Cassi were alone for a while…” He looked at his brother with a smirk to find Mugman was blushing. “Oooooh….”

“Y-Yeah, we were, but we didn’t do anything,” Mugman said nervously, his face in the book.

Elder Kettle smirked at Mugman. “Aww, Mugman, you don’t have to keep hiding your feelings anymore. We know you like Cassidy as more than a friend.”

Mugman raised his head up with his face red. “What?! No…No, it’s not…”

Cuphead and Elder Kettle arched their brows higher with smirks.

Finally, Mugman groaned. “Fine. I like Cassidy more than a friend.”

“Finally!” Cuphead blurted out.

“Don’t say it out loud!” Mugman scolded his brother.

“Finally, you admitted to liking Cassi. It took you long enough,” Cuphead said with his fists on his hips.

“Soooo….what are you going to do with those feelings?” Elder Kettle asked Mugman.

“Uh…stuff it down?” Mugman answered.

Elder Kettle shook his head. “Don’t do that. Tell her how you feel.”

“How? I mean…I don’t know…what if she regrets kissing me on the cheek last night and says that she never meant it?”

“Wait, what?!” Cuphead gasped in shock.

Mugman glanced at them. “Oh…yeah…she did that last night.”

“Oooh~” Cuphead said with a smirk. “She likes you back.”

“Well…what happened after she kissed your cheek?” Elder Kettle questioned in curiosity.

Mugman covered his face in embarrassment. “I almost kissed her in the lips.”

“WHAT?!?” Cuphead and Elder Kettle shouted simultaneously.

The mug’s face turned brighter red with a groan.

“I knew I should’ve told Natalie to be quiet,” Cuphead replied with a groan.

“Wait, wait, wait, did she almost kissed you back on the lips?” Elder Kettle inquired.

“Uh…yeah…” Mugman answered shyly.

Both Elder Kettle and Cuphead gasped.

“She likes you back!” Cuphead replied happily.

“Nah…it might not be—”

“Mugman, how could it not be the fact that she likes you back?” Elder Kettle said with his fists on his hips. “When she consented to kissing you back, that means she likes you back.”

Mugman rubbed his arm nervously. “Eh…maybe…”

“Just ask her out on the date,” Cuphead encouraged.

“But…how?” Mugman uttered. “I’m going to mess it up.”

“Nonsense,” Elder Kettle said with a reassuring smile. “The worst she can say is no.”

Mugman’s lips trembled a bit.

“Hey, it’s better to ask than not ask at all,” Elder Kettle encouraged.

“O-Okay. But if she were to say yes…where would the date be and when? I’m not sure we can do it during the Night Stalker situation. What if they come in today or tonight and try to kill us?”

“Well, I can’t see why not do it before they get here. We are wasting time by waiting for the Night Stalkers to show up and kill us. So…why not make time to do things before we get found by them? I mean, maybe they died down and hadn’t done much killing in the city. So, why not ask her out on the date? Better now than never, right?” Elder Kettle encouraged.

“Yeah…I guess,” Mugman uttered.

~.~

Cassidy was groaning and covering her face in utter embarrassment, concerning both Jerry and Porkrind in the bedroom.

Porkrind was the first to approach his daughter by sitting next to her on the bed. “What’s going on, hun?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Jerry asked while sitting next to Porkrind.

Cassidy uncovered her face to reveal that she had been blushing. “I did something stupid last night.”

“What kind of stupid?” Porkrind uttered.

“I-I don’t know…I, um, I can’t believe I did it last night. Now he’s going to think I’m a burden.”

“Who’s going to think you’re a burden?” Jerry questioned.

“Mugman.”

“Mugman?” Porkrind repeated. “What did you do that would make Mugman think you’re a burden…?”

“I-I—” Cassidy took a deep breath and looked up at Porkrind and Jerry. “I kissed his cheek.”

“You did what?” Porkrind asked with a brow raised.

“I kissed his cheek…I don’t know what came over me. I…I thought he was such a loveable goofball and kissed him on the cheek without even thinking about it. I-I—I can’t believe I did that—”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Jerry soothed the red feline. “I’m sure he didn’t think anything of it.”

“Do you know what’s worse? He almost kissed me on the lips last night and I almost kissed him back,” Cassidy said with a groan.

“I’m sorry, he did what now?” Porkrind said with a growl.

“Wait, he almost kissed you on the lips last night?” Jerry questioned. “And you almost kissed him back?”

“Yes!” Cassidy cried while covering her face. “I have feelings for him and I don’t want him to hate me for that.”

“Aww, Cassi, it’s okay. Knowing Mugman so far, I doubt he would hate you for it. I mean, if he was the first to initiate kissing…well, it means that he has feelings for you too. Ain’t that right, Porkrind—? Porkrind, put down the knife!”

Porkrind was seen holding up a knife slowly while breathing heavily in anger until Jerry told him to put down the knife. “What? I’m using it on Mugman.”

“What? No! Put it down! She has feelings for him too,” Jerry explained while lowering Porkrind’s hand that held the knife.

Porkrind grumbled and lowered the knife. With a sigh, he looked at his daughter. “Honey, I’m not criticizing your taste in guys, but…what do you even see in Mugman?”

Cassidy uncovered her face and rubbed her arm shyly. “He makes me laugh.”

There was a brief silence as Porkrind nodded his head.

“I guess that’s valid—”

“And he’s just so adorable and sweet and kind and goofy and protective over me. Like, he nearly attacked a couple of kids when they said that I shouldn’t even be born,” Cassidy replied sheepishly.

“I would’ve nearly attack a couple of kids too if I was there,” Jerry said with a growl.

“Same,” Porkrind agreed with Jerry. “Although, with Tremaine inside of him, he oughta be more careful with it.”

“Yeah…” Cassidy uttered and looked away. “Should I ask him out?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Jerry and Porkrind exchanged glances at each other.

“What do you mean no?” Jerry questioned Porkrind.

“What do you mean yes?” Porkrind argued back.

“I’m asking you first,” Jerry replied.

“I meant what I said. No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“Not a good enough answer.”

Cassidy sighed and cuddled her father’s side with a purr, getting Porkrind’s attention.

Porkrind rubbed his daughter’s shoulder with a sigh. “Honey, I want you well and happy…I just…don’t know…I guess I’m a little worried about ya.”

“I know, Dad. I know,” Cassidy replied.

~.~

Mugman paced back and forth in front of Elder Kettle and Cuphead, who were joined in watching Mugman pacing by Natalie, Canteen, Chalice, and Aurora.

“C’mon, Mugsy, asking her out ain’t gonna be that hard,” Chalice reassured her friend.

“I’m trying to think of something cool to say to her,” Mugman uttered, pacing back and forth.

“Don’t overthink it,” Elder Kettle advised. “Just practice. As I always say, practice and you’ll get good. But don’t practice, and you won’t.”

“You don’t always say that,” Mugman said.

Chalice rolled her eyes and pushed Cuphead towards his brother. “Here, just pretend Cuphead is Cassidy.”

“But that’s my brother!” Mugman replied disgusted.

“Ew, no, you’re not asking your brother out. You’re asking Cassi out,” Chalice said while gesturing to Cuphead. “Cuphead, try your best to imitate Cassidy.”

“Okay, okay,” Cuphead said while taking a deep breath. When he was about to imitate Cassidy by rubbing his arm, he suddenly shape-shifted into Cassidy without even realizing it.

“Sooo, you wanna ask me somethin’, Mugsy?” Cuphead’s voice changed into Cassidy’s voice, much to the shock of everyone around him. “What are you weirdos lookin’ at?” Cassidy looked at her paws and gasped excitedly, the disguise disappeared and revealed to be Cuphead looking at his own hands. “Holy cow! I didn’t think I can do that!”

“I didn’t think the potion can give you the ability to shape-shift,” Elder Kettle muttered to himself in shock.

Cuphead turned to Mugman and smirked. Once he started to imitate Cassidy rubbing her shoulder, Cuphead soon transformed into Cassidy, earning a blush from his brother.

“Soooo, you wanna ask me something, Mugsy?” the fake Cassidy said with a cheeky grin.

Mugman groaned and rubbed his face. “Uh…okay…um…Cassidy Cat, would you—uh—like to go out on a date with me?”

“Uuuuuuuhhhh…no,” the fake Cassidy said with a smirk.

Mugman gave the fake Cassidy a deadpan stare. “You know, you’re not helping.”

“He’s just preparing you for the worse case scenario, I guess,” Canteen answered while scratching the back of his head.

“Ask again,” Chalice suggested.

Mugman sighed and looked his brother disguised as Cassidy. “Okay.” He tried to do a cool stance by leaning on his elbow on the table and do the suave voice. “Hey, baby, how about you and I go on a date?”

“Hm, let me think about it. Uuuuuhhh, no,” Cuphead as Cassidy answered with mischievous smile.

Natalie tried not to laugh at what was happening.

“Yeah, you kind of deserve that no,” Natalie said.

Mugman stopped acting cool and rubbed his arm. “Okay. Uh, Cassi, um, I know that we are in a sticky situation with the Night Stalkers and all, but I couldn’t help but have feelings for you—”

The gang looked to the side and gasped in shock at what they saw, even Cassidy’s doppelganger.

Mugman rambled on. “—I mean, I know that maybe you might not feel the same and it’s totally fine if you don’t. I just can’t hold them in any longer. You’re smart, beautiful, cute, adorable, and you are an awesome fighter. I mean…I know it sounds weird to say…but you’re like an angel. The most beautiful cat angel I’ve ever met—”

Cassidy blushed at his words.

“—so I wanna ask now because it may be never if I keep putting off, but, um, uh…would you like to go on a date with me? Not like a friend date but maybe…like a more-than-a-friend date?” Mugman asked nervously.

Cassidy giggled. “Sure.”

“Oh…just like that, Cuphead?”

Cassidy arched a brow. “I’m not Cuphead.”

“Wait, what?!” Mugman gasped in shock and looked over her shoulder to see Cuphead shape-shifting back to his old self with a smirk behind the real Cassidy.

“I guess Cuphead…um, switched places with me while you were talking,” Cassidy said nervously.

“Oh…uh…date?” Mugman asked with a nervous sweat and a smile.

She giggled. “Y-Yeah. I was actually just about to ask you the same question.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I, um, also have feelings for you too.”

He blushed. “O-Oh? Uh…well, I guess, um…I guess we have a date then…uh, tonight?”

“Sure. What time?”

“I, uh, honestly, I didn’t think I was going to get this far,” he said, earning a giggle from her. “Um…maybe 6:30?”

“Sounds good,” she responded with a giddy smile.

“I’ll find us a place to, uh…eat at,” he replied, relaxing his body a bit more but his face was still red.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“I’ll see ya tonight,” he repeated with a smile.

She walked away with Chalice, Aurora, and Natalie following Cassidy.

“Do you have any dresses?” Chalice asked Cassidy.

“Um…no,” Cassidy uttered nervously.

“Ooh! I got a bunch of dresses to try on!” Natalie exclaimed excitedly to her best friend.

Canteen, Cuphead, and Elder Kettle stayed behind with Mugman.

Elder Kettle noticed a love-sick smile on Mugman’s face. The old tea kettle sighed wistfully. “Ah, young love. Anyways, might need to find a place for your date.”

“Right, right,” Mugman snapped out of his thoughts. He hurried out the door.

“Mugsy, wait up!” Cuphead shouted while Canteen followed after Cuphead.

Elder Kettle glanced to the side to find Porkrind and Jerry standing in the shadows, watching the entire scene unfold.

“You know, that’s kind of creepy for you guys to be standing in the shadows like that,” Elder Kettle pointed out.

“So?” Porkrind asked with his arms crossed.

“Nevermind,” Elder Kettle said with a sigh and walked out of the house to find the boys.

“Maybe we should keep the girls safe,” Jerry suggested to Porkrind.

There was silence until Porkrind nodded his head in agreement.

“We should.” With that said, Porkrind and Jerry kept an eye on the girls in the mansion.

~.~

Mugman’s hands fidgeted together, sweating nervously while trying to find a place to eat at in the coastal a few blocks from Natalie’s house. Cuphead and Canteen side by side with Mugman.

“Relax, Mugsy, the date is going to be fine,” Cuphead reassured Mugman.

“What if it doesn’t go well? What if—I didn’t even think about this—Tremaine? Tremaine is still inside of me. What if the potion wore off tonight and I become a monster? What if I end up hurtin’ Cassidy?” Mugman started to sob a bit. “I don’t wanna hurt Cassidy.”

“The potion is a lot stronger than what I give it credit for,” Elder Kettle spoke behind them. “Maybe it won’t wear off tonight.”

“Just don’t get angry,” Canteen responded with clenched teeth.

“Yeah, don’t do that,” Cuphead added.

“Yeah, yeah, won’t do it,” Mugman said while taking a deep breath. “We just need to find a place where both Cassi and I can eat.”

Elder Kettle looked at the restaurant that had salmon as its sign. “How about this place?”

Mugman gasped happily. “Perfect! Cassi loves salmon!”

Before they could go inside and get reservations, they noticed sign that had a drawing of a red cat and red circle around it. The red slash was over the red cat’s drawing as if to say that red cats were not allowed.

“Wait, why have the sign up? The red cats were extinct,” Elder Kettle said more to the sign than to the kids.

“Except for Cassi,” Mugman uttered sadly.

Canteen peeked through the windows to find more cats dining, but they weren’t all red cats. “I can see the cats dining in there. Waaaait! Why are the red cats the only cat kind that is getting hated? Like I get that they ‘caused’ some Tremaine outbreak all of those years ago, but…shouldn’t they get over that kind of hate or…?”

“Honestly, I have no idea,” Elder Kettle said sadly. “I thought Tremaine was extinct along with the red cats and—you know what, let’s not focus on that. This is about a date between Mugman and Cassidy. We can talk about that later.”

Cuphead turned his head and gasped in shock. “Wait, is that what I think it is?!”

Mugman, Canteen, and Elder Kettle glanced at what Cuphead was looking at and gasped to see a familiar ferry boat docked by the shore with two familiar frogs standing in front of it.

“Step right on in, folks!” Ribby, the shorter frog in a green suit, encouraged the passengers into the boat. “The boat will be leaving tonight for a little cruise.”

Elder Kettle, Cuphead, Mugman, and Canteen approached Ribby and his taller brother in a blue suit, Croaks.

Ribby noticed them and nudged Croak’s chest. “Hey, hey, look who shows up!”

Croaks grinned. “Well if it ain’t the cup brothers!”

Cuphead and Mugman waved nervously.

“Uh…h-hi…wait, you ain’t mad at us?” Cuphead questioned the frogs.

“Mad at you for what?” Ribby inquired.

“For destroying the ferry boat,” Mugman clarified.

“What?! Psst! Youse two didn’t do any damage,” Ribby responded. “Ain’t that right, Croaks?”

“Right! That was our own doing,” Croaks replied. “Not once have we blame youse two for it.”

“Oh?” Mugman uttered.

“Yeah, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” Ribby replied. “It’s all water under the bridge.”

“Oh!” both Cuphead and Mugman exclaimed.

“We didn’t hear that part since we were sinking,” Mugman stated.

“Oh, right,” Ribby replied. “Well, youse two got a beautiful brotherly love that Croaks and I were trying to model it to the best we can.”

“Doesn’t mean that we got it perfect though.”

“All it matters is we keep trying. By the way, we got the ferry boat repaired and everything.”

“Just don’t go in without paying to get inside,” Croaks answered.

Elder Kettle smiled softly. “Well, I’m glad you all got along in the end. But I don’t see any signs that says that red cats are not allowed.”

“Yeah, businesses put those signs everywhere,” Ribby explained while pointing at the other businesses.

“So, you can let us in!” Mugman said excitedly.

Ribby arched a brow. “What are we letting you in for?”

The group turned to Mugman, who blushed.

“U-Uh, a date,” Mugman uttered shyly.

“Ooh, hear that, Croaks? A date,” Ribby said with a sly smirk.

“With who?” Croaks asked with a grin.

“Her name is Cassidy. She’s a red cat and—”

“Wait, Cassi?!” Ribby exclaimed with a bright grin.

“Y-Yeah, wait, do you know her?”

“Yeah, since she’s a little kitten,” Croaks explained.

“Yeah, she’s like a little sister to us,” Ribby replied happily. “Hey, she should come visit us sometime when we ain’t so busy. It’s been a while since we’ve seen her.”

“Like two weeks ago?” Croaks questioned.

“Yeah, that’s about right,” Ribby responded. “Normally, though, we don’t let her in the Fly Trap. Nothing against her at all, but it’s bad for business to punch people that say mean things about her. On top of that, we don’t want her to get hurt by people who had more of a, uh, violent tendencies against her kind if you know what I’m saying. But, since this is a fancy date for her, we can squeeze in the reservation in a secluded area in the VIPs.”

“Ooh, that would be wonderful!” Mugman exclaimed excitedly.

“Wait, Mugman,” Elder Kettle said while taking out his wallet. “How much?”

Ribby shook his head. “Oh, it’s free.”

“Free?”

“Usually we charge sixty dollars for eating at the VIPs,” Croaks replied. “But since it’s Cassi’s first date, we can make it free.”

“Oh, okay…I didn’t have that kind of money anyway,” Elder Kettle responded bashfully.

“This is only one time though,” Ribby reassured them and turned to Mugman. “We can squeeze in youse two in about 6:45 tonight. How does that sound?”

“Sounds wonderful!” Mugman replied with a smile.

“Oh, and Mugman,” Croaks added while drawing his brows together and showing his boxer gloves. “Break Cassi’s heart in any way and we’ll pound ya!”

“Easy there, Croaks,” Ribby replied. “He’s a good kid. I’m sure tonight will go along just fine.” Then he turned to Mugman with a threatening stare. “But if you dare break her heart, we’ll both pound ya in yer sleep. Got it?”

Mugman, terrified, nodded his head rapidly.

“Good,” Ribby replied, losing his threatening stare. “We’ll get it all set up for tonight. You need to find something nice to wear.”

“That’s right,” Elder Kettle said while watching Ribby and Croaks entering the ferry boat. “Thank you!”

Cuphead wrapped his arm around Mugman. “Well, Mugsy, looks like we oughta find something nice for ya to wear for your date.”

Mugman blushed at the thought of the date. “Right. Right.”

“Hey, I think we walked past a place where there were suits for the dates. We can check there,” Canteen suggested.

“That’s a great idea,” Elder Kettle replied. “Let’s do it.”

~.~

The jazzy music played in the streets of the coastal town while Elder Kettle looked through the tailor shop for suits that would fit Mugman. Cuphead and Canteen helped picked the suits from the racks.

Mugman had tried on a few of the suits, which Mugman didn’t like so far. Elder Kettle picked out a few suits that included turquoise, blue, and purple. The only suit Mugman liked so far was the dark blue suit. Elder Kettle paid for the suit with a smile on his face when Mugman decided to go with the blue suit for the date.

Canteen and Cuphead planned on watching over Mugman’s date with Cassidy and looked for suits themselves with Canteen mostly wearing a bowtie and Cuphead liking the bright red suit. Elder Kettle decided to not to wear any suits, but he did pay for both Cuphead and Canteen despite Canteen saying that he got it covered.

Once they went out a tailor shop, Mugman wanted to look through the shops to get something for Cassidy on the date. Elder Kettle suggested jewelry like a pearl necklace or something along those lines. Cuphead and Canteen wanted to help Mugman pick a gift for Cassidy, hoping that whatever Mugman will get for Cassidy will be great. However, Canteen decided to get a gift on his own, but he was too embarrassed to say who it was for. Cuphead thought of getting a gift, and did get it with Elder Kettle paying for both of the brothers’ gifts and Canteen buying his gift with his own money.

Meanwhile, back at Natalie’s house, Porkrind and Jerry watched over the girls to find Cassidy trying out Natalie’s dresses. Porkrind smiled at Cassidy’s excitement to try on the dresses. Natalie wasn’t wearing them as much anymore, so Natalie offered them to Cassidy to keep if she was going to go on future dates with Mugman.

After Cassidy was offered dresses, Chalice decided to show her how to dance with a jazzy music turned on. Cassidy was a bit clumsy at it at first until she started to get the steps Chalice taught her.

To join in the fun, Aurora wanted to dance with Natalie. Natalie smiled and giggled while dancing with her little sister by holding her little sister’s hands. Chalice and Cassidy were having fun dancing with each other until she passed Cassidy off to dance on her own. Jerry caught Cassidy and danced with her with a bright grin behind his scarf.

Porkrind huffed up a laugh watching his daughter dance with Jerry. Jerry noticed Porkrind sitting out and gestured for him to dance with Cassidy. Cassidy gave a pleading look in her eyes to her father, who sighed with a smile and got up from his seat. Porkrind danced with Cassidy, although he was just as clumsy as Cassidy was. However, once he got the hang of it, he started to watch his daughter laugh in joy, which was something that he hadn’t seen in a while.

Although, once he let go of his daughter’s paws, he saw her twirling around towards her friends. However, Cassidy tripped and fell on Chalice. They both laughed at the predicament while Porkrind watched with a fond smile at Cassidy. But there was something else. Something that felt soft and familiar. Porkrind didn’t need to turn around to know whose presence was right beside him.

The instant tear fell from his eye. He didn’t know why he was crying or what the tears were for. He couldn’t help, but smile until he heard the voice.

“Thank you, Po.”

Porkrind nodded his head, clenching his jaw. “I miss you, Shay.”

“Huh?” Jerry said while turning around to see Porkrind. He noticed Porkrind wiping tears away from his face. With a softened gaze, Jerry placed a hand on the pig’s shoulder to comfort him while watching the girls laughing and having a good time.

~.~

It was reaching towards night past six o’clock.

The guys went back to the mansion with Elder Kettle helping dress Mugman up for his date. Mugman tried to calm himself since he was sweating nervously.

“Take deep breaths, Mugsy,” Cuphead reassured his brother, putting on his red suit and slacks. “It’ll be fine.”

“Man, I feel like I’m going to mess this date up,” Mugman said nervously.

“Now, Mugman,” Elder Kettle replied, straightening Mugman’s tie. “You’re not going to mess it up. Just be yourself.”

“Be myself? Since when has that ever worked?” Mugman questioned.

“Well, Cassidy wanted to go out with you and you’re yourself,” Elder Kettle answered. “Just don’t get too crazy when going out on the date. You and Cassi might get this bubbly feeling and…well, let’s just say that you both might end up with consequences if taken too far.”

“Take what too far?” Mugman asked with a brow raised.

“I’ll tell you later,” Elder Kettle responded. “And there! Now, you’re ready for your date.”

Mugman picked up the bundle of red roses, clutching the stems tightly with a deep breath. “Okay…I think I’m ready.”

Cuphead smiled while stuffing his gift he got from the gift shop in his suit pocket. Canteen straightened his bowtie for the last time and they both followed Mugman out of the bedroom door.

Mugman walked to the living room and waited for the girls.

Meanwhile, Cuphead knocked on the door the girls were at.

The door opened to reveal Natalie in a dark pink feathery dress and white gloves on.

“You’re going to have a little while longer, Mug—oh, Cups,” Natalie said with a surprised tone when she noticed Cuphead standing outside.

“Cups? No shorty or peasant?” Cuphead asked with a raised brow.

“Well, you’re still a shorty and a peasant, but since you’re part of the friend group, I figured I picked another nickname for ya,” she said with a shy smile.

He smirked. “Not for any other reason?”

“Well, other than the fact that you’re more than just a shorty and a peasant, there ain’t other reason.”

“Sissy wikes Cuppy!” Aurora replied with a happy grin from in the room.

She blushed. “As a friend.”

“Of course,” he said with a blush as well. “Well…uh…I went by a gift shop earlier and I thought of you when I got this.” the cup took out a small box and opened it to show a pearl necklace.

She looked at it, puzzled.

“I know it ain’t that fancy, but it’s a bit cheaper…I probably shouldn’t have said that,” he uttered bashfully. “I’ve never seen you wear a necklace before…so I thought I would get you one.”

She received the box and examined it.

“Yeah, I know it’s simple. You can give it to Aurora when she gets older if you don’t like it,” he replied.

“Hm? Oh, um, Aurora doesn’t like jewelry. Mom tried to put jewelry on Aurora and she threw a hissy fit one time,” she stated. “I’ll be honest that the necklace isn’t as fancy as the ones Mom forced me to wear, but…I actually like it.”

He widened his eyes. “You do?”

“Yeah…you don’t mind if I keep this, right?”

“Well, I got it for you…”

She smiled softly and put it on. Once she successfully put it on, she showed it. “Um…do I look okay?”

He tilted his head. “I’m not exactly an expert on fashion, but you do look nice.”

She smiled. “Thanks. Well…it’ll be another five minutes till we put on make-up on Cassidy. Once Mugs sees Cassi, she will knock his socks off.”

“Oh, I’m countin’ on it,” he said with a grin.

She gave him one last smile before closing the door. Cuphead felt the warmth on his cheeks while he couldn’t stop smiling from interacting with Natalie. He walked away and waited in the living room with Mugman, Canteen, and Elder Kettle with nothing but a warm smile.

Five minutes later, Chalice, Natalie, and Aurora came out with Jerry and Porkrind behind them.

“Alright, Mugsy! Your date is ready!” Chalice said with a wink at the mug.

Before Mugman could go and see Cassidy, Cassidy came out nervously towards him. Cassidy’s ebony hair was shiny and silky, glistening under the light. She had a light pink blush on her red furry cheeks and her eyelashes darkened from the mascara. She had a bright red dress without shoulder straps and white gloves that went up to her elbows.

“I am not sure if I picked the wrong dress or—”

“Beautiful,” Mugman uttered without hesitation.

She looked up and noticed his stare at her. His face soon turned red and pulled up a red roses.

“U-Uh, here ya go. Um…I found this while going out, uh, today and I thought of you,” Mugman stuttered.

She smiled at him and sniffed the red roses with a purr. “Thanks.”

His heart fluttered when she received the roses and placed in an empty vase next to her. He couldn’t stop staring at her no matter how hard he tried not to. When she looked back at him with innocent looking eyes, his hands felt sweaty in his gloves.

“Mugman,” Elder Kettle’s voice snapped Mugman out of his trance.

“Uh, right! Ahem…shall we?” Mugman said while holding his arm out for her.

She blushed and nodded her head. She wrapped her arm around his and they both walked out of the door.

The other kids soon followed with Elder Kettle standing by Porkrind and Jerry in the shadows.

“Ah…the kids are growing up so fast,” Elder Kettle said with a soft grin.

“Yeah,” Porkrind agreed, his voice cracked.

“Maybe we should spy on them,” Jerry suggested.

“Great idea,” Elder Kettle said.

“Yep,” Porkrind responded.

The adults went out of the house to make sure the kids were alright.

~.~

Mugman and Cassidy arrived at the Fly Trap at 6:45 pm with the other kids not far behind them.

Ribby and Croaks waited outside for them and smiled once they saw Cassidy coming towards the frogs.

“Cassi!” Ribby and Croaks called while running towards them.

“Ribby! Croaks!” Cassidy recognized with a bright smile.

Ribby and Croaks lifted Cassidy up in their arms as she giggled.

“Aw! We miss you so much!” Ribby explained.

“I was hoping you guys made it out of the city alive!” Cassidy replied happily.

“We did. We did,” Croaks confirmed.

“Darn lucky too. Those Night Stalkers would’ve set our ferry on fire if we hadn’t escaped with the people just in time,” Ribby added while the frog brothers put Cassidy down next to Mugman. “Well, since your ‘boyfriend’ made reservations, we’ve made a perfect secluded spot for youse two in the VIPs.”

“Oh, really?” Cassidy said with a blush.

“Of course. We want ya to have a good time,” Ribby reassured Cassidy.

“Ugh, what a burden.”

Ribby and Croaks looked at one of the fancy rich lady with a sneer.

“Say it again and I’ll pound ya!” Croaks growled, scaring the rich lady away from the ferry boat.

Ribby nervously smiled at Cassidy and Mugman. “That’s why we made the spot secluded. I’ll show ya!”

Ribby showed Cassidy and Mugman a secluded spot in the VIPs the frogs mentioned while the other kids were following them in until Croaks stopped them.

“No! You didn’t get a reservation!” Croaks said with his arms crossed.

“Oh come on, we’re with them! You know, just to make sure everything went smoothly,” Cuphead explained.

“Well, you ain’t gettin’ in the ferry without paying sixty dollars for each pair—”

Croaks suddenly noticed hundred and twenty dollars given to him by Natalie, who had a small pink purse. Croaks picked up the money and sighed. “Alright, you can get in.”

The kids brightly smiled and walked into the ferry with Cuphead being a little more impressed with Natalie.

Once the kids were inside, Ribby and Croaks closed the doors to the ferry boat restaurant and let the ferry cruised off the shore. Elder Kettle, Porkrind, and Jerry arrived too late to find the ferry boat cruising out into the gentle waters.

“Great, we’re too late,” Porkrind grumbled.

“Well, at least the kids are safe now,” Elder Kettle said with a shrug.

Jerry nodded his head. “Yeah. Hopefully.”

~.~

Back to the Fly Trap, Ribby didn’t lie when he said that he had prepared a secluded place for Cassidy and Mugman away from everyone. It was outside with the small stage fit for two frogs only. The night was cool while Cassidy and Mugman sat across from each other awkwardly.

“Uh…so,” Mugman began. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Um…well, I’m not sure. I guess I’m still processing that we’re dating right now.”

“Me too.” Mugman rubbed his shoulder nervously. “So…what’s your favorite color?”

Cassidy smiled at him. “Green. What about you?”

“Red,” Mugman blurted out.

“Red, huh? Is it because it’s your brother’s color?”

“Well, red used to not be my favorite color till I met you…soooo….yeah.”

Meanwhile, Cuphead, Natalie, Chalice, Aurora, and Canteen spied on Mugman and Cassidy.

“It seems to be going well,” Canteen said with a proud smile at Mugman.

“You don’t say,” Cuphead replied happily. “I’m happy for ‘em.”

Chalice looked to the side to see someone enter the deck with her brow raised. “Who are they?”

The group looked and saw two dogs walking into the deck, one a golden retriever and the other a labrador. They were both laughing and joking, making Cassidy hide behind her menu. Mugman looked at them in confusion while the others tilted their heads in curiosity.

“Oh no,” Natalie groaned.

“Big bad doggies,” Aurora said with her brows furrowed.

“What?” Cuphead questioned both Natalie and Aurora.

“Jimmy and Jamie. They’re the worse bullies that Cassidy had,” Natalie said with a growl.

“Worse bullies? But…would not allowing her into restaurants, saying that she should never be born, and making sneer comments considered worse bullying?” Canteen asked with a brow raised.

“Of course. But it’s not as merely as bad as, you know, throwing Cassidy into the lake, locking her in a closet, riling students up to bully her, throwing her into the hollow tree, and almost throwing her into the fire pit,” Natalie listed with a growl.

“Did they do all that?” Cuphead asked with his eyes widened in shock.

Natalie nodded her head. “Cassidy only swiped at Jimmy one time when he was about to throw her into the fire pit and the teachers punished her instead of them.”

The group had their eyes broadened in horror and looked at the two dogs, who noticed Cassidy trying to hide herself behind the menu.

“Oh look here, Jamie,” Jimmy, the golden retriever, snickered while going up to the couple on a date. “It’s the piece of burden cat on a date with…whoever he is.”

“It’s Mugman,” Mugman said with his brows drawn.

Cuphead could tell his brother was about to become angry. “I’m debating on whether I should let Mugsy attack them with Tremaine inside of him or we should do something about it.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did let Mugsy attack them,” Canteen responded. “After hearing all of that, who knows what they’re going to do to her next.”

“But then Tremaine will break through sooner than later,” Chalice replied to Canteen.

“I wanna kick them,” Natalie said with a growl. “But I’m too small to do it.”

“Ooh, Mugman. What a stupid name,” Jimmy cackled at Mugman.

Cassidy started to snarl at Jimmy when he was bullying her date.

“Oh, there she is, the aggressor. The cause of all of our problems,” Jamie pointed out to Cassidy. He leaned in to show Cassidy his face, which had claw marks. “Remember what you did, piece of burden? You clawed me up. It’s a good thing that the teacher punish you. You deserve it.”

“Say that again,” Mugman growled, his eyes turning yellow with red irises and his teeth sharpening.

Cuphead gasped. “Wait, Jimmy? He’s the guy who stole my lunch money when I was little. Jamie also beat me up for my lunch money too.”

“They stole your lunch money?” Chalice gasped. She glared at the dogs. “That’s it. They’re going down.”

Before Chalice could turn into a ghost and possess them, Cuphead stopped her.

“Wait, I have a better idea,” Cuphead replied and looked at Natalie. “You said you wanna kick them, right?”

“Yeah…? Why?”

Cuphead whispered something to Natalie, with her gasping in shock.

“Can you do that?” Natalie asked.

“Let’s see,” Cuphead responded.

~.~

Mugman glared at Jimmy and Jamie, trying to resist every urge to let Tremaine take over and attack them. Once Cassidy was cornered by the two dogs, Mugman put down his menu and was getting ready to attack them until—

“Hey!”

The dogs turned to see Ribby and Croaks standing there with their fists clenched. With relief, Mugman’s yellow eyes went away and his teeth were no longer sharpened.

“Youse two didn’t pay your way in here,” Ribby pointed out to Jimmy and Jamie.

“Yeah!” Croaks agreed with a growl.

Jimmy and Jamie instantly became terrified.

“W-We did pay our way in. D-Don’t you remember?” Jimmy stuttered.

“Your money is fake money!” Croaks growled.

“Yeah,” Ribby agreed. “Youse two better have a good explanation for sneaking into the ferry boat.”

Jamie looked at Cassidy. “She’s not supposed to be here, right? Businesses usually have no red cats allowed. She’s a burden to our society and you should throw her out!”

“Nice try, buddy,” Ribby said with a snarl. “Unlucky for you, we don’t have that sign that said red cats are not allowed.”

“But what we don’t allow in our boat is bullying and harassment. And youse two just broke those rules,” Croaks growled.

“Do you know what bullying and harassment could get ya?”

“Wait!”

Croaks picked up Jimmy and Ribby picked up Jamie by the scruffs of their necks and walked over to the edge of the ferry boat.

“A kick in your pants!” Croaks answered.

Both of the frogs kicked the dogs out of the ferry boat, letting them fly into the water. Luckily, they were near the shore.

Ribby and Croaks smiled until Croaks looked at his hands.

“OOOH! I’VE BEEN WANTIN’ DO THAT IN FOREVER!!!” Croaks shouted. With a poof, they were transformed into Natalie and Cuphead, indicating that Cuphead shape-shifted both himself and other people.

“Whoa, what happened?” Natalie questioned.

“I think it stopped workin’ once we get out of character,” Cuphead said. “Neat! I can shape-shift and shape-shift other people! That’s cool!”

They looked to see Mugman and Cassidy widened their eyes in shock. And they turned to see the real Ribby and Croaks standing by the doorway with the sizzling hot meals for the date. They might have seen the whole thing.

“What in the heck?” Ribby uttered with his brow raised.

Cuphead nervously laughed.

“Hey, you paid for your tables,” Croaks stated.

“Yeah, hows about you all take a seat at the other tables. Ya know, as dates!” Ribby suggested.

The kids in the group blushed except for Aurora, who giggled at Ribby’s suggestion.

“Sissy wikes Cuppy!” Aurora said with a giggle.

“Shh, no one needs to know that,” Natalie whispered to her little sister.

“Yeah, you paid to be here. Why not?” Croaks responded.

Mugman couldn’t help but trying to hold in a chuckle at his friends since they had been teasing him about his crush on Cassidy.

“It’ll only be a friend date though,” Cuphead replied nervously with a blush cheek.

“Yeah,” Natalie agreed.

Chalice and Canteen nodded their heads with ‘yep’.

Ribby showed Natalie and Cuphead their seats with Aurora sticking with her big sister. Croaks showed Chalice and Canteen to their seats.

“While you folks are settled down, why don’t we sing a little song?” Ribby responded with a bright smile. Ribby and Croaks looked at the small band up on the small stage and Ribby snapped his fingers for them to start to play.

Ribby and Croaks stood up on stage, looking at everyone once the jazzy music began softly.

Ribby was the first one to sing.

“Here you are, standing under the limelight.

No words can describe this kind of night.

No one can ever take away this euphoric moment.

How could they ever judge the love in the air?”

Cassidy blushed at Ribby and Croaks singing along with Mugman.

“I’m not expecting this,” Cassidy whispered to Mugman.

“Me neither,” Mugman said with a shrug.

Ribby continued to sing while the music began to pick up a bit.

“You are here now,

Laughing in the tragedy.

A good time that will end soon.

You know what to do next!”

Natalie glanced over at Cuphead, who just shrugged his shoulders.

That was when the music started to pick up at the chorus and Croaks joined Ribby in singing. Both of the frog brothers danced on stage with bright smiles on their faces.

“Make a move!

You know you love each other.

Let this night last forever.

Make a move!

You know you love each other.

Let this night last forever.

Let this love flow in the air!”

Chalice brightly smiled at the frog brothers while tapping her foot to the beat of the music, drawing Canteen’s attention. She got up to dance and grabbed Canteen by the hand.

“Care to dance?” Chalice said with a smirk on her face.

Canteen blushed madly. “O-Oh no, not at all.”

“Good.” Chalice pulled him onto the dance floor, dancing with Canteen. Canteen was a bit clumsy on his steps, but once he started to follow Chalice’s lead, he started to get the steps down.

Mugman grinned at Chalice and Canteen and got up from his seat. He held his hand out for Cassidy. “Wanna dance with me?”

Cassidy smiled and nodded her head. She took his hand as he pulled her off of her seat and danced with her. She was a bit clumsy, but was so Mugman. So…they were both clumsy together, exchanging small laughter and whispers.

Natalie watched Cassidy smiling and couldn’t help but smiled for her best friend. However, she frowned a bit. She wished she could find someone to love like that.

“Wanna dance?”

Natalie glanced up at Cuphead, who softly smiled at her.

“Pwease, sissy?” Aurora begged.

Natalie rolled her eyes playfully at her little sister. “Fine. I’ll embarrass myself for this one night.”

Cuphead chuckled and watched her take his hand.

“If I step on your toes, I’m sorry in advance,” Natalie said while including Aurora in the dance.

“I ain’t too worried about it,” Cuphead replied softly.

Natalie smiled at him while they started to dance.

Croaks started the second verse with glee.

“Here you are, dancing to the jazz.

Your hearts synced together.

The world fades from all around you.

Don’t let other’s judgments scare you.

Tonight might be the last night

That you’ll ever have peace.

So, why not focus on tonight?

You know what to do next.”

Ribby and Croaks crooned together in the chorus.

“Make a move!

You know you love each other.

Let this night last forever.

Make a move!

You know you love each other.

Let this night last forever.

Let this love flow in the air!”

The band approached the bridge while the kids were dancing and laughing together as if it was their final night of being at peace and joy.

Ribby and Croaks sang together in a harmonizing melody with passion on the bridge with Ribby singing his first part.

“Now’s your chance.

Now’s your chance, whoa!

Sweep her off her feet!

Dance with him under the moonlight!”

Croaks sang his part with his eyes closed.

“The daylight is comin’, don’t waste time now.

Tonight might be the last night

We will live without the Night Stalkers.”

Both Ribby and Croaks repeated the bridge together.

“Now’s your chance.

Now’s your chance, whoa!

Sweep her off her feet!

Dance with him under the moonlight!

The daylight is comin’, don’t waste time now.

Tonight might be the last night

We will live without the Night Stalkers.”

Natalie stepped on Cuphead’s toes by accident, who didn’t feel it strangely…although it wasn’t like he cared whether he felt it or not. Chalice and Canteen were having a great time dancing while Mugman held Cassidy close to him.

Ribby and Croaks sang the final verse.

“Make a move!

You know you love each other.

Let this night last forever.

Make a move!

You know you love each other.

Let this night last forever.

Let this love flow in the air!”

As the music was dying down while Ribby and Croaks continued the chorus until the jazz softened. Chalice and Canteen were chatting to each other about how fun the dance was. Natalie and Cuphead tried not to look at each other while blushing around each other, which earned a giggle from Aurora.

Meanwhile, Mugman held Cassidy close to where he could whisper in her ears.

“How was that for our first date?” Mugman whispered to her.

“It was perfect,” Cassidy said while leaning away from him.

Cassidy and Mugman stared at each other, the world around them fading around them. The moonlight shined down on them while the stars twinkled and reflected on the water. Cassidy smiled at him warmly and kissed his big blue nose. Mugman shivered from the kiss, feeling his heart racing from her kissing his nose. He giggled when she pressed her head against his forehead with a purr.

Mugman blushed and hugged Cassidy close to him, swearing to himself silently that he would never let her go.

The ferry boat arrived back on shore with Elder Kettle, Porkrind, and Jerry waiting by the shoreline to pick up the kids.

The kids got out of the ferry boat after the passengers left already, bidding Ribby and Croaks farewell and thanking them for a wonderful night. The ferry boat took off to park at the shore near the dark forest between the big city and the coastal town.

Cassidy and Mugman held hands and their shoulders were more closer than before.

Natalie, Cuphead, Canteen, and Chalice walked out of the ferry boat with blushes around each other while Aurora was holding Natalie’s hand.

“Sooo, how did you guys like your date?” Elder Kettle asked.

Mugman and Cassidy sighed dreamily with a love-sick smiles.

“I guess it went well,” Jerry responded. “You can put down the knife now, Porkrind.”

Porkrind lowered his knife with a grumble. “He’s lucky that the date went well.”

Jerry patted the pig’s shoulder. “I know. I know.”

“Let’s go home,” Elder Kettle suggested.

The kids nodded their heads in agreement and walked with the adults back to the mansion with their hearts warm and their smiles never-ending.

Unbeknownst to them, Ribby and Croaks were knocked out and carried out of the ferry boat by a couple of hooded assassins.

To Be Continued...

#cuphead #cuphead: isle of shadows rewrite #mugman #ocs x canons #elder kettle #porkrind #cuphead jerry #canteen hughes #ms chalice #ribby and croaks #captain brineybeard

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