#julian would PASS OUT on the spot

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hypothesis of care

afterwards, julian washes garak's hair.

standard procedure, after brain surgery. most saurian bodies tend to be too fragile for sonic washing after being operated upon, and he doesn't know enough about cardassian anatomy to be sure, only to avoid any shifts in body temperatur.

warm water, nearly scalding. there are clusters of blood where garak had pulled strands by the root in his agony on the third day of in internment, older spots and crusts, from different fits of pain - some scarring, where his claws had dug and pulled.

he doesn't heal any of it. garak had resisted medication and care and sedation and pain relief as much as he could stand, every step of the way; he wouldn't appreciate it.

he leaves it be, the same way he leaves a small, fine scar, though it would be the easiest thing in the world to pass the dermal regenerator over the line where he cut upon his friend's skull.

if garak wants to remove it later, he can - well, he may not be able to ask for it, but julian is fairly certain he has a regenerator of his own hidden away. he won't take the choice from him. he wouldn't have, even if he hadn't met enabran tain.

he didn't need to be an expert in cardassian physiognomy to note the similar width of the aural ridges, the same tilt of the chin when speaking in mockery. and the mannerisms, the grooming-tells, the affable malice.

garak wore it better, julian had thought at once, a sharp proprietary surge in the part of him that was not noting his odds of success, odds of survival, noting the vile pride and disdain tain held for garak, as a master to a favored slave fallen to disfavor.

he has rarely hated a person more, with such a clean and potent loathing. it is always easier to hate other people's cruel fathers.

julian bashir could talk anyone's ears off on biology and tennis and medicine, and often did; it could be very convenient, being remembered for that, and not much else.

months and years tending to mostly bajoran patients, working with mostly bajoran professionals most days. he had lunch with the only cardassian on the station once, twice a week, visited him, oh, an unsuspicious amount of times in his shop.

pity wouldn't be tolerated. it wasn't generally; no one wanted that from a federaji doctor. the truth of the matter was that the rot was dug deep, too depth to unroot.

the truth of the thing is that he read the old kardassi classics, and he could see the beauty, the shadow, the shadow of the idea that had once been cardassia, before it sickened to a rot that made sons into owned claims and all the wide sky's horizon too.

garak's medical readings had suffered, in his absence, a little worse than he had expected. not for any lack in the care given by nurse jabara, as much by what julian hypothesizes is a - an awareness of skinship, to some degree.

first, a careful rinsing, then a sterilization soap. careful, careful. he wore no gloves, didn't trust the material not to snag.

garak's hair is much thicker than it seems, not feather-like at all but thick and slick and only slightly more malleable when damp.

careful, with care, he pressed the edge of a soft cloth to the sides of his face to catch the last dampness, and pulled up a thick blanket, folded beneath his chin.

his shallow breathing gains a new ease and a new dimension, not quite a humming sound. even his vital signs improve by small increments, as julian goes about his ministrations - most species do benefit of some baseline level of touch, some level of trust.

now that julian has given him a forgiving grasp, it may be instinct to seek it out again. he doesn't doubt garak will seek to stifle it ruthlessly, when he's awake.

but for now, julian contents himself with a prickling pride, a pet hypothesis proven correct. sits himself down by the familiar bedside chair. close enough to leave a hand near the blanket, not quite touching, only giving heat. that will be a choice, too, though he's not holding his breath on that account.

he doesn't need to, to have lunch with him twice or thrice a week, a smug and sanctimonious and provoking presence across their small feasting table.

'alright,' doctor bashir says, peering down at his tablet left waiting in the same place it had been, before his brief sojourn.

an eye and two ears attentive to every reading animating his medical machines, but not unduly alarmed. the end of the vigil, and there is no reason to believe it would last longer than this night.

'where were we? i can't even tell with these repetitive pieces. alright, so it's the fifth generation of the bedrin family, and shockingly, not a one of them has yet sacrificed their loves and aspirations for the state, they'll get there eventually but i have a good feeling at least one of these witty cousins from lakar will be subversive about it -"

julian doesn't move away, doesn't press, doesn't impose. garak turns towards the warmth. even in sleep, he does that.

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Here's a fun (modern au) one: full hc for the M6's airport/airplane flight experience >:3

The Arcana HCs: M6 at the airport

~ loosely referencing this old ask arcana post from the nix hydra era - @themushroomgoesyeet hope you like this friend! I had so much fun writing it!! ^.^ ~

Julian

Does Julian love the concept of flying through the air as a mode of transportation, travel, and adventure in general? Sure!

Does that mean he does well with it? Not at all

Major flight anxiety and will cope with it to varying degrees of healthy depending on who he's with and what his options are

If you're the sort of person to pack soothing gummies and noise cancelling headphones with pre-downloaded guided meditation tracks and some sleep meds, he'll be all over them

If you're the sort of person who doesn't mind a drink or two before a flight just to soothe the nerves - well - he won't say no to that, either. Just make sure he's sober by the time you land, so he doesn't take a ride on the luggage carousel out of relief

Can and will grip your hand during take off and landing and then apologize when it briefly cuts off your blood circulation

Always offers to put up at least three people's luggage for them in the overhead bins and drops at least one on his head

Asra

They are one of those very weird people who think airplanes, airports, and any public area of transportation are relaxing

He's in tie-dye loungewear, a neck pillow, crocs, fuzzy socks, hair pushed out of his face with a sleeping mask-turned-headband, a rolling duffle bag dragged by one hand and a snack in the other

They are v i b i n g

Misses flights way less than you would expect him to, mostly because he's so familiar with all the major airports at this point that he has boarding just in time down to a fine science

And when they do miss a flight, it turns into an extended chillout session because they know all the best hangout spots there

His capacity to fall asleep anywhere, anytime works in his favor on cramped flights beautifully

They've started a new tradition with you of looking through all the available in-flight entertainment and picking what promises to be the cringiest movie, just to make you laugh with their commentary

Nadia

Her usual reason for flying is business, which is exactly how she approaches the entire traveling process

Her luggage is all one elegant, efficient set (she has bought you a matching one) with personalized tags for ease of spotting

Always purchases business class tickets, refuses to take any chances on missing her special traveling experience and arrives at the airport three hours early as a result

There are multiple reasons for this - first, less stress at security, second, she has one of those fancy passes that gets her into just about any exclusive club lounge in the world

Enjoys the hour or two pampering you in the lounge with nothing else to do more than she does any other part of the travel

Won't hesitate to critique/send back her meal on the airplane if she doesn't like it, tends to load up on sleeping meds for longer flights since the fluctuating air pressure triggers her migraines

Brings an extra skincare routine for you to do during the last hour

Muriel

Look at him. Do you see him? Look at him. Now look at the size of an airplane interior. Look at him again. Now look at the amount of available legroom. Look at him again. HE IS 6'10.

Muriel would prefer almost any form of transportation to flying. It's busy, security makes him move too fast, all the signs and bustle of the airport are hell on his anxiety, and that's before boarding

Always tries to get an aisle seat because that lets him expand into the walkway if he needs to, and so he's less likely to glance out the window and see just how far away the ground is

The ground belongs right here. Under his feet. Not a terrifying drop down through the clouds!!

The airplane experience is sensory hell for him in general, the deafening sound of the engines, the constant vibration, the recycled air, the ways his ears pop, the stiff seats, the armrests -

Really the only way he'll get through this is if he knows there's no other options and if you're next to him as his emotional support

Portia

An airport champion

And it's really not from that much experience. She's traveled enough to know she likes it, but it's still so exciting every time she gets the chance to fly somewhere! Especially with you!!

Has done all of her research ahead of time and is packed for everything. Her massive mom bag has pockets for snacks, documents, meds, chargers, electronics, drinks, travel cushions ...

Does get restless before a flight and will drag you all up and down the terminal to take a look at every single shop and restaurant

The type to start chatting with whoever's in line with her, whether in security lines, bathroom lines, coffee lines, or boarding lines

Will befriend whoever is sitting next to/across from her and spend half the flight getting to know them and trading stories

Will offer to hold any nearby crying baby if said baby's caregiver could clearly use five minutes to use the restroom or eat

Takes so many pictures out the airplane window

Lucio

Traveling is one of those things that he tries (and fails) to hide his excitement around. In his mind, this is something that he as a worldly, well-traveled person should be nonchalant about

He is not nonchalant. He is thrilled to be doing something fairly exciting and to spend a whole day with excuses to be in close quarters with you - and to book a first-class ticket

The only issue is that (if it's left unchecked) his FOMO will prompt him to try to squeeze every single thing to do out of the terminal before he boards the plane, which can end in missing his flight

Massage chairs! You two should definitely get a massage

A massive perfume section! You two should sample five each

Gets extremely impatient during the boarding process and will start grumbling and fidgeting in place when the person in front of him is taking forever to put up their luggage

Laughs loudly enough at the comedy he picks to watch for the whole airplane to hear him

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breaking the internet

chapter three part 1 Miss Journalist follows the day-in-the-life of Bastard München for the midseason promos, unexpectedly bringing her closer to Hiori in ways she didn’t anticipate. blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains slow slow slow burn, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader, angst, fluff, bastard munchen boys being goofy af, hiori oggling at reader's thighs (i said what i said) masterlist next chapter

In a mid-season matchup, Bastard München shocked league leaders PXG with a performance that defied all expectations. PXG’s powerhouse lineup included Julian Loki, Itoshi Rin, and Charles Chevalier who dominated the early game, pressing forward with relentless aggression. The fierce pace they set had everyone expecting that Bastard München would struggle.

Bastard München appeared oddly passive, seeming to react more than attack. Both teams were known for their aggressive style, yet here was the German club, letting PXG press forward.

However, as the match wore on, a shift began. Just when it seemed PXG was in full control, they launched a well-timed counterattack in the second half. They managed to score two quick goals, pulling the game into a nail-biting tie. 

At the heart of it, Hiori and Ness continue to orchestrate high-level plays too fast even for the French Prodigy himself. When PXG tried to pressure Isagi and Yukimiya up front, Hiori, along with Kiyora and Ness, wove a quick, dazzling exchange of passes that bypassed their opponents completely.

And in the final seconds, Hiori spotted a fleeting gap and threaded a perfect pass to Ness, who slipped past Tokimitsu and Chapa. Facing Renoir, PXG’s goalie, Ness feinted, then fired the ball into the net. The stadium erupted as Bastard München claimed an unexpected, hard-earned victory.

Loud, thunderous cheers filled the stadium, the energy rippling through the stands like electric current. Even you couldn’t resist joining in, swept up in the crowd’s infectious excitement. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, shouting at the top of your lungs, not minding how loud you were. 

This was a monumental win for Bastard München, a showcase of their hard work that proved they could stand toe-to-toe with the league’s front-runners despite having a rocky start. Ideas for a feature story whirled in your mind, framing this victory as a turning point for Bastard München who had seemed lost earlier this season.

Assigned to cover the post-match interviews, you knew this was your chance to draw out good insights and get juicy details for your next cover story. Despite hours of preparation, your nerves betrayed you, your fingers picking at your nails in a futile attempt to calm the jittery energy inside you. 

It had been weeks since you and Hiori followed each other on Winstagram. No messages exchanged — not that you had expected any — but the prospect of seeing him in person stirred a flicker of nervous excitement you couldn’t quite shake off. 

One thing’s for sure, whatever admiration you harbored, it had to stay buried. That’s one thing for sure. No hint of favoritism should slip through.

The team members filed into the interview room, still visibly exhilarated and glistening with sweat from their hard-fought victory. The quiet murmurs buzzing died down as everyone watched the players settle down. You adjusted your posture, hoping to blend seamlessly among the other reporters. Your hair and makeup were styled just enough to appear polished yet casual—a calculated effort to project professionalism.

As your eyes roamed the room, they unintentionally locked with Hiori’s. His expression shifted briefly, a flicker of surprise softening into a small smile. “Hey,” he mouthed silently, unmistakably directed to you. 

Your heart skipped a beat, the sudden rush of adrenaline making your heart hammer in your chest. “Hi,” you mouthed back, barely above a whisper.

Ah, shit. Never mind. Only a small moment of weakness. Reset, reset!

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head as if trying to dislodge the tangle of nerves and excitement clouding your thoughts. Refocusing, you watched the other reporters take their turns, their questions almost the same recycled ones — focused on the team’s redemption arc after a string of disappointing performances.

With a pen in hand, you quickly scratched out questions already asked, jotting down alternatives that might elicit more candid responses. If you could pull it off, this could be another story that could go viral if you’re lucky enough. Enough to satisfy your editor.

Still, you avoided looking in Hiori’s direction. The fear of locking eyes again was too much; instead, you busied yourself with your notes, flipping pages unnecessarily to appear absorbed.

When your turn finally came, you felt the weight of Hiori’s gaze, sharp and steady, as if daring you to look at him..

“Congratulations on the win, Coach Noa and team,” you began, your voice steadier than you expected. “Bastard München’s strategy tonight was a bold departure from what we've seen earlier this season. Was this a calculated risk, or do you believe this adaptability is what defines the team’s identity?”

Coach Noa nodded, his composed demeanor radiating authority. “Thank you. Logic has always been a cornerstone of our philosophy at Bastard München. And it was only logical for us to adapt. Tonight’s strategy was indeed calculated, but it wasn’t without its risks.”

“We’ve been refining our approach over the past few matches, focusing on how we can leverage each player’s unique strengths. The team executed the plan brilliantly, especially in high-pressure moments.”

He paused briefly, then added, “Speaking of adaptability, Ness exemplified that tonight. His ability to shift between supporting roles and taking decisive actions — like that last goal — speaks volumes about the trust and synergy within the team.”

You nodded, scribbling down his answer before firing another question. 

“Tonight’s performance highlighted a blend of individual brilliance and collective effort. How does the team balance showcasing individual skills while maintaining a cohesive game plan?”

Coach Noa leaned forward slightly, his tone thoughtful. “I think it all comes down to trust and understanding. We know each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and that allows us to play in a way where everyone can shine without losing sight of the team’s overall goals.

“For example, Hiori’s ability to read the game helps him create opportunities for the rest of us. And players like Isagi or Kunigami can take those chances and turn them into game-changing moments. We’re all working toward the same goal, so it’s not just about standing out individually — it’s about contributing in a way that benefits the whole team. When we play with that mindset, it creates moments where individual brilliance and teamwork naturally come together.”

She scanned her list of questions again, frustration mounting as most had already been asked. Only one remained, a question directed at Hiori. The thought of asking him made her throat dry.

Quick, something, anything!

Thinking fast, she pivoted smoothly, directing the question to the star player instead. “The winning goal was amazing, Ness. Everyone’s so used to seeing you excel in a supportive role that it felt surprising — but no less impressive — to see you take the spotlight this time. Would you say the recent changes within the team have influenced this proactive shift in your playstyle?”

Ness’s expression stayed composed, but the tension in his jaw and a slight twitch in his eye showed a flicker of irritation. His voice, measured but edged with sharpness, made it clear he caught the subtext.

“I wouldn’t say it’s any one thing. It’s about adapting to what the team needs at the moment,” he said, the words clipped and deliberate. 

“Honestly, I’d commend having a reliable team — Mensah and Gagamaru have been incredible in keeping our defense solid. And, well, Hiori deserves a lot of credit too. He has this way of creating opportunities that make my job easier.”

It was deflection, plain and simple. His tone hinted at a pointed effort to steer the conversation away, and she knew he’d just handed her a firm yellow card for even brushing up against anything Kaiser-related.

Without waiting for a follow-up, Ness passed the mic to Hiori, his grip still tight on the handle.

Hiori tilted his head slightly, his eyes locking onto hers as he took the mic. His gaze didn’t waver as he spoke.

“I think Ness’s goal reflects how we’re evolvin' as a team. We’re startin’ to read the game better and step up when it really counts. Ness isn’t just a playmaker — he’s capable of scoring when it counts, and tonight proved that.

“We’re learnin' to trust each other more, adapt on the fly, and capitalize on everyone’s strengths. That’s been the focus lately: findin' ways to be unpredictable and versatile.”

“Than—” she began, only to be cut off.

“But whatcha think, Miss Y/N?” Hiori asked, his tone casual, though his eyes glimmered with teasing intent. “I’d love to hear yer thoughts on our new playstyle. Yer no stranger to covering the big moments, right?

“Watchin' it up close, d'ya think it’s just a fluke from an overrated team? Or does this performance prove we’re a team to watch this season?”

The room fell silent. All eyes turned to her as Hiori leaned forward, propping his chin on his hands. His unwavering focus carried a warmth that made her feel small in her chair, her voice caught in her throat.

Her heart pounded as she tried to collect herself. 

“I, uhm...” The murmurs of nearby reporters didn’t help. From the corner of her eye, she caught Coach Noa watching with amused curiosity. Even the team exchanged wide-eyed glances, as if surprised by Hiori’s uncharacteristic boldness.

Clearing her throat, she pushed through the tension. Letting the dead air linger would only make things worse.

“Speaking as a journalist — and as a fan of the sport — I believe this iteration of Bastard München is definitely a work in progress, but it’s one worth keeping an eye on.”

She hesitated, her voice softening but steady as she held Hiori’s gaze. “Some may not be fond of the new team dynamic, but rest assured, there’s always someone here, cheering for you. No matter what.”

The room stilled, her words hanging like an unspoken promise. For a moment, no one moved.

Hiori hummed, the corner of his mouth lifting into a satisfied smirk. Before anyone could react, Coach Noa stepped in to wrap up the interview.

Still dazed from the exchange, she gathered her things, her cheeks burning. Her mind buzzed with confusion and a flurry of emotions, but one thing was certain—Hiori’s teasing smirk was burned into her memory.

A few weeks later, you find yourself standing outside Bastard München’s training facility, your nerves jangling like loose wires. The midday sun casts a warm glow over the meticulously maintained grounds, and the scent of fresh cut grass fills the air.

You adjust the strap of your camera bag, feeling the weight of responsibility as two videographers from the features team set up behind you.

Your editor has assigned you to the JFA Midseason promotions. Normally, a rookie sidecourt reporter like you wouldn’t have such opportunities, but after your viral moment with Bastard München, your editor is fast-tracking your career with high-profile assignments.

Virality sure does wonders.

The team manager approaches, offering a firm handshake. Before you can respond, Coach Noa himself strides up, leading you toward the field. His authoritative presence is softened by a faint smirk, as if amused by your visible nervousness.

On the field, players are scattered across the pitch. Some jogging, others deeply engaged in drills. The rhythmic thuds of soccer balls being kicked reverberate through the air. You spot a few familiar faces among the group but immediately notice someone is missing.

Hiori isn’t here. Strange.

Coach Noa blows his whistle sharply, commanding attention. The players jog over, forming a loose semicircle around you. Noa gestures with a nod, and suddenly, all eyes are on you.

“Like I mentioned earlier, the JFA team will be shadowing us today,” he says, his tone brisk yet professional. He steps back, expecting you to take the floor.

Clearing your throat, you muster your most confident smile.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Y/N L/N from ABZ Media, here to represent JFA for their midseason promotions. I’ll be asking you a few casual questions as you go about your routines. So please don’t feel pressured to act a certain way—just, uh, be yourselves. The fans love to see your natural charisma.”

A faint tremor betrays your nerves as you bow slightly, clutching your notebook like a lifeline. The players exchange glances before a chorus of “We’ll be in your care” echoes around the field, lightening the mood. Coach Noa steps forward again, efficiently dismissing the team to resume their drills.

The morning flies by as you make rounds, introducing players to the camera and coaxing them into lighthearted conversations. It’s surprisingly easy to chat with them, perhaps because your admiration for their talent is genuine. Or maybe it’s the way their easygoing banter puts you at ease.

In the gym, you find Raichi and Igarashi being as boisterous as ever. Raichi flexes dramatically for the camera, ripping off his sleeveless shirt in a comical display of bravado.

“Ladies, please!” he cries, striking a pose like a bodybuilder. “Cheer for us too!”

Sachs groans from the back of the gym, his exasperation cutting through the laughter. “Raichi, put your damn shirt back on. You’re embarrassing all of us!”

You quickly step in front of the camera, shielding Raichi’s topless antics as you stifle a laugh. “Okay, let’s move along before this turns into a modeling gig,” you say, guiding the cameraman toward the exit.

As you wander through the facility, a mouthwatering aroma draws you to the kitchen. Around the kitchen island, Kiyora, Yukimiya, and Ali are huddled together, watching match clips on a tablet while snacking on protein shakes and chips.

Behind them stands Gagamaru, tending to a sizzling pan. The rich smell of vegetables and pork simmering under the heat fills the room.

“Whatcha cooking, Gagamaru-san?” you ask, unable to hide the eagerness in your voice as you breathe in the delicious scent.

“Pork and vegetable pot stickers,” he replies without missing a beat, flipping one expertly with his chopsticks. “Ali-san’s been craving them, so I’m making a huge batch. Want to try? I made extras.”

Before you can respond, he gestures toward a plate of freshly made dumplings on the counter. Your eyes light up, and you move to grab one, but Gagamaru beats you to it. Picking one up with his chopsticks, he feeds it to you without hesitation.

Caught off guard but too hungry to resist, you take a bite. The dumpling is crispy on the outside, with a juicy, flavorful filling that melts in your mouth. 

“Oh wow, this is amazing!” you say, covering your mouth as you chew.

“He likes feeding people, so don’t feel weird about it,” Kiyora says, munching on his own dumpling.

“I only wish it was a woman feeding me,” Ali chimes in with a dramatic sigh, leaning against the counter. “But beggars can’t be choosers, L/N-san. Especially not me.”

You can’t help but laugh as he continues to rant, his over-the-top lamentations earning a good-natured eyeroll from Yukimiya. Meanwhile, Gagamaru simply shrugs, his focus already back on the next batch.

Back on the field, the drills continue under the midday sun. You spot Hiori jogging with a group that includes Isagi, Kurona, Ndiaye, and Schneider. You’re about to approach when you notice Hiori glancing in your direction.

Or was it through you?

Curious, you glance over your shoulder, wondering what’s caught his attention. But when you look back, he’s still focused—intently—somewhere in your direction.

“Dude, you’re staring,” Isagi teases, matching Hiori’s pace with a sly smirk.

“Am not,” Hiori mutters, his ears turning a shade pinker.

“You totally are,” Ndiaye chimes in from behind, grinning.

“Am not. Just, uh... admirin’ the view,”

“And by ‘view,’ you mean her...uh, thunder thighs?” Schneider laughs, clapping Hiori on the shoulder.

You were dressed in a loose, boxy white shirt that skimmed just below your hips, the fabric shifting with your movements. Paired with black leggings that hugged your figure and highlighted your toned yet thick thighs, it wasn’t really helping Hiori's case.

“Shut up,” Hiori grumbles, speeding up to escape their teasing, his ears now practically glowing red.

As the players finish their laps, you pick up a stray soccer ball and try your hand at dribbling. It quickly becomes apparent that your coordination is... not good. The ball skids off-course, rolling toward the group.

Before you can retrieve it, Hiori intercepts, trapping it with ease. “Mind being my drill partner for a bit?” he asks, his tone casual but his gaze intent.

“Me? Are you sure? I don’t want to, uh, mess up your practice.”

“You’ll be fine. Besides,” he adds with a small smile, “it’d be a shame to leave my biggest fan hangin'.”

Your face heats up at his words, and Isagi’s passing comment— “Don’t leave him hanging, Y/N-san!” —doesn’t help.

I am so not surviving this day.

Hiori walks you through basic dribbling drills, his movements precise and fluid. He places the ball at your feet and gestures for you to follow his lead.

“Stay close to the ball, but don’t smother it,” he says, watching as you fumble with your first attempt. “It’s all about control, so ya can keep it in yer range without overcommittin'.”

You try again, but the ball bounces awkwardly off your foot. “Kind of like... balancing offense and defense?” you suggest, struggling to find the right frame of reference.

“Exactly,” Hiori says, nodding. “Ya need to be ready to adjust at any moment. Small, controlled touches will keep ya agile and in control.”

You tilt your head, thinking it over. “It’s almost like... keeping your distance while tracking a monster’s movements in Monster Hunter, waiting for the right moment to act.”

Hiori’s eyes brighten. “Oh, ya play Monster Hunter?”

“Obsessively,” you reply with a grin.

“Then this’ll click,” he says, stepping back to demonstrate with the ball. “Dribblin' s'like positionin' yerself during a hunt. Keep the ball close, like keepin' yer stamina up while dodgin' and maneuverin'. Don’t let it get too far away, or you’ll lose control—kind of like trippin' or gettin' staggered.”

You watch, captivated by the way he moves with the ball, his footwork smooth and deliberate, like a hunter circling their target. When it’s your turn, you give it a try, mimicking his movements. It’s clumsy at first, but you feel yourself improving.

“Now trappin',” he says, passing the ball lightly toward you. “Think of it as bracin' for an attack or timin' a dodge. Ya stop the ball’s momentum and keep it close to yer strike zone. Use the inside of yer foot to absorb the impact.”

You miss the first attempt but manage to trap it on the second try. “Got it!” you exclaim, the small victory filling you with pride.

“Nice! Then chain it into yrr next move. So, like, followin' up with combos after staggerin' a monster,” he adds, his tone encouraging.

You laugh, finding comfort in the familiar gaming metaphor. “I guess this really is like a co-op training mission.”

As you practice, the conversation naturally drifts to your shared love of Monster Hunter. Hiori recounts his favorite hunts, while you share stories of late-night battles against Elder Dragons and the frantic scramble for resources mid-fight. The drills become less intimidating, more like swapping strategies with a fellow gamer during a long session.

At one point, Hiori surprises you with a compliment. “The article ya wrote? It was good. Particularly the part where ya basically say 'it ain’t over till it’s over'” he says, stopping mid-drill to look at you.

“Really?” you ask, startled by his sincerity.

“Yeah. Got me hyped for the next game” he admits, nudging the ball back toward you.

“And the video? I hope it wasn’t too...cringe.”

He smirks, shaking his head. “Nah. It was cute,” he says, his tone genuine. “Kinda cool knowin' someone’s a fan.”

“I’m not the only one, right? Surely you have a ton of fans?”

“Some, I guess,” he shrugs, a teasing glint in his eye. “But none of them are cute journalists.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you sputter, “Stop teasing me, Hiori-san!”

“Am not,” he replies smoothly, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.

By the time the drills wrap up, you find yourself more at ease, caught up in the camaraderie of the team and Hiori’s unexpected warmth. His ability to make soccer feel like second nature and connect it to something you love made it fun. Maybe this assignment might be more enjoyable than you thought.

The dribbling and passing drills end after an hour. You decide to take a break with the other cameraman shadowing you. It’s midday, and despite observing most of the team, Ness is still nowhere to be found.

As lunch rolls around, you finally catch a glimpse of him in a hallway, his unmistakable gait giving him away. Before you can call out, his eyes meet yours, and he immediately turns on his heel.

He’s avoiding me?!

You don’t think; you just act. Gesturing for the cameraman to stay put, you dash after the elusive midfielder. Ness quickens his pace, heading toward what looks like a conference room, but you manage to catch him by the hem of his training jersey.

“Ness-san,” you pant, out of breath, gripping the fabric tightly. “Wait… Just… give me a minute…”

He sighs sharply, clearly displeased, but doesn’t shake you off. “Fine. Just… let go already,” he mutters, ushering you inside the empty room.

You follow, shutting the door behind you before collapsing into a nearby chair, wiping sweat from your forehead. Ness, seated on the couch, watches you with an unreadable expression.

“I know why you’re here,” he says flatly.

“You do?” You’re still catching your breath.

“They gave me a heads-up.” He leans back, arms crossed. “Not that it matters. I wasn’t planning to talk.”

You blink, startled. “Why not?”

“I don’t want to give you or anyone else a chance to villainize Kaiser. Even after what happened.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. The idea that these players, often portrayed as larger-than-life, are just people navigating their own struggles makes your stomach churn with guilt.

“You, uh, don’t have to say anything,” you manage, voice softer now. “I’m sorry if I came off like a pushy paparazzi. I didn’t mean to.”

Slowly, you remove your lapel mic, setting it deliberately on your lap. “But I can lend an ear if you need someone to talk to. Or…”

You hesitate. “Or I can leave. Just say the word. I’ll sit here for a few minutes, so they at least think I tried my best to convince you.”

You give him a sheepish smile, hoping it doesn’t look as awkward as it feels. Ness stares at you for a beat, then shrugs, his attention shifting to his phone. The silence is heavy, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. You fidget in your seat, picking nervously at the skin around your nails, not daring to look at him directly.

Finally, he speaks.

“It wasn’t the first time he told me to fuck off,” Ness says quietly, his voice carrying a bitter edge. 

“Back in the Neo Egoist League, he told me to stop following him. It.. it hurt, you know. To suddenly feel unwanted. Useless.”

You straighten in your chair, angling your body toward him, giving him your full attention.

“But he stayed on the team,” Ness continues, his fingers tracing absent patterns on his phone screen.

“So, I told myself it was fine. I could deal with it. That is until a few months ago, when Re Al gave him that ultimatum offer. He told me we needed to talk, and… for the first time, he let me down gently. He said it was time for me to find my own path. I knew he meant it kindly, but it felt like my world collapsed.”

Ness’s voice wavers, and he exhales sharply, as if trying to compose himself.

“I supported him because it gave me purpose. Even if people thought our relationship was weird, it didn’t matter. Being in his orbit was everything to me. I knew how he treated me, but it didn’t matter. He was my magic.”

His voice cracks on the word "magic," and your chest tightens painfully.

“I thought if he stayed, things could change. That I could fix it somehow. But then he left, and…” Ness trails off, his words swallowed by a wave of despair. When he speaks again, his voice is raw, each word dripping with agony.

“I just don’t want the magic to end. Not like this.”

The room falls into a suffocating silence, and you realize hot tears are streaming down your face. You quickly cover your mouth, trying to hold back a sob, but Ness notices.

“You’re, uh… crying,” he says awkwardly, his brows knitting together.

“Sorry,” you choke out, your voice trembling. “It’s just… I know how that feels.” You pause, wiping at your eyes. “Is it okay if I… hug you?”

He looks surprised but gives a small smile. “Yeah, I think we both need it.”

You lean forward, throwing your arms around him in an embrace that feels as clumsy as it is heartfelt. Ness hesitates before hugging you back, and for a brief moment, you feel his trembling hands.

The pain he carries feels too familiar, too close to home. You want, more than anything, to take it from him, to convince him he’s enough. Because the "you" who feels the same would want someone to take the pain away too.

“Sometimes, you won’t be enough for others,” you whisper. “And it has nothing to do with you.”

Ness doesn’t reply right away, but you feel him exhale against your shoulder, the tension in his frame easing ever so slightly.

“Thanks, L/N-san,” he says softly, pulling back after a moment. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

He squeezes your shoulder briefly before leaving the room, his movements steady despite the weight you know he’s carrying. You don’t follow him, knowing better than to intrude further.

Instead, you sit there, alone with the ache in your chest, wishing you could have done more.

You try to compose yourself as memories flood your mind.

What good are you if you can’t be useful to us?

And this is how you repay me?

The words echo relentlessly, leaving a knot in your chest. Your spiraling thoughts are abruptly cut off when you softly bump into someone while stepping out of the room.

“Y/N-san?”

Startled, you quickly wipe at your face and look up to find Hiori standing in front of you, his expression shifting from surprise to quiet concern.

“H-Hiori-san,” you stammer, trying to sound normal, but your voice cracks, betraying the turmoil inside.

“You okay?” he asks gently, his tone careful, his eyes searching yours.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply too quickly, your voice tight. You try to avoid his gaze, your fingers twisting the hem of your sleeve as if the fabric could anchor you. “I’m just… Lot of thoughts in my mind. That’s all.”

Hiori doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push either. “Ya sure?” he asks again, softer this time.

You nod, blinking rapidly to shake the lingering haze of emotion. “Yes. Really. Thank you for your hard work today,” you mumble, your words coming out in a rush as if to change the subject.

“Ah... you too,” he says, though his tone is distracted. His gaze lingers on you, like he’s trying to figure out what’s left unsaid.

For a moment, the air between you feels heavy. You shift awkwardly, breaking the silence.

“So, um… I should probably go,” you say, your voice wavering slightly as you gesture vaguely down the hallway.

“Right, yeah. Of course,” he says, his words tumbling over yours as he steps back. “I, uh… should get back too.”

The exchange feels clumsy, both of you retreating into the safety of polite distance.  You turn to leave, feeling like an awkward mess. 

Hiori watches you walk away, his brow furrowed, his thoughts racing. That expression you wore just moments ago — a fragile mix of pain and vulnerability — it reminds him of himself.

He knows that look. He’s seen it in the mirror before, felt that same weight pressing down on his chest. The kind of loneliness that makes you feel invisible, even when someone’s right there in front of you.

He wants to say something, to reach out, to let you know you’re not alone. But the words get stuck in his throat, and instead, he stays rooted in place.

It’s moments like these that unsettle him the most. He feels like he’s seen a glimpse of something in you that mirrors himself — raw, unguarded, and all too familiar.

And for a fleeting moment, he wonders if the two of you might share more than he ever realized.

amari's notes: uwaaaah! i know it's so long and i blame myself for being an indecisive lil shit. kinda changed the story trajectory but here we are folks! i hope you guys enjoy and lemme know what you think so far?

[kaigarax]

"By The Way, I Think I Love You."

Julian Loki x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you haven't seen in awhile."

My Dearest,

Amongst the billions of people in this world we might one day simply walk past our soulmates and never even know that was them in the first place; with the only interaction being nothing but a simple glance in their direction.

We might spend every single day of our lives with them. Happy, ecstatic, and thrilled because you know that you’ve found the one. We might never get the chance to meet them at all. Always left wondering and waiting for someone that might never even come in the first place. We might be distant friends that are left simply wondering what if.

And maybe -just maybe- we might meet them soon.

Yours Truly

---

“Julian Loke?” You say incredulously as you spot him, a teasing grin on your lips, “the Julian Loke? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Loki scoffs, “we just saw each other six months ago and now you’re acting as if I’m a celebrity or something.”

“Yeah, and all you said to me was hi in a passing glace,” you tease, “so I thought that I should take a more… appreciative approach. Besides, you are basically a celebrity after winning that gold medal there around your neck. Do you plan on showing off to everyone that you’re the prodigy that everyone’s talking about?”

“You say that as if this isn’t your third gold medal.” Loki rolls his eyes in an attempt to get you to ignore the burning hot feeling of his face, “and besides, not everyone is talking about me. Plenty of people talk about you too.”

Your eyes twinkle with amusement the same way that Loki remembers that they used to and it makes his heart race. The last time the two of you had a genuine conversation had been back when the two of you had decided to go your separate ways.

Loki had been the one to initiate the separation and what could you do but accept his departure? You very well couldn’t force him to continue to skate with him despite how disappointed you had been. And it wasn’t as if your friendship had been based solely around figure skating but Loki imagines that it couldn’t have been very easy for you to keep on seeing him so he made the decision to slowly disappear from your life. It was… hard.

Everytime after that had been nothing but the exchanging of pleasantries.

After years of brief conversations Loki’s glad to see that you’re still the same bright eyed girl that he remembers. Happy to see that the fame hadn’t altered the warm ice loving idiot that Loki had once been Loki’s best friend.

Loki clears his throat, “you skated well.”

“You did too.” You replied, smiling softly.

“You watched me?”

“Of course! I always watch your performances when I can. Gotta make sure I don’t miss out on any mistake you make.”

Loki rolls his eyes, “of course you do,” but smiles fondly, “you never did miss the chance to point out when I mess up.”

“Well someone’s gotta keep you humble, Speed King.”

Loki blushes, “oh gosh. Please don’t call me that.”

“What? I thought it was a cool nickname~” You smile brightly, “I’d love a nickname like the speed king.”

“The only nickname you’d get would be slave driver.” Another voice says, as a salmon haired boy pops up behind you, wrapping his arm around you comfortably. You lean into his touch ever so slightly rather than flinching away the way you usually do when someone wraps their arm around you.

Loki immediately recognizes the salmon haired man as your figure skating partner. If not for the fact that he’d watched the two of you skate together than from the way you stand beside him.

It reminds Loki a little of how you and he used to act around one another. There’s a certain comfortable ease that you and the salmon haired boy seem to have that comes with spending hours upon hours with one another.

“I’m not a slave driver! You’re the one that insists on skating as long as I do with your horrible stamina.” You exclaim, smiling as you look at the salmon haired boy.

“Says the one that’s always encouraging me to skate the routine faster or add in another trick that won’t even make it into the final routine.” The salmon haired boy turns to look at Loki, “oh, wow! You’re Julian Loki! I hope this one wasn’t bothering you too much. She’s a total figure skating junkie.”

“I’m familiar.” Loki says.

“Julian and I are childhood friends.” You explained.

Loki cuts in, “and I was her first figure skating partner.” Truthfully, Loki isn’t quite sure why he even spoke up in the first place and is absolutely clueless about what he says next, “I was there for all her firsts.”

You roll your eyes and smile fondly, “ah yes, being the first to see me fall flat on my face hundreds of times when I first started skating. Very exciting.”

“Well I for one would have loved to have seen you fall flat on your face hundreds of times,” the salmon haired boy says, his eyes never once leaving your form.

You nudge him playfully, “as if you don’t already see me fall on my face all the time during practice.”

“That’s because you keep trying to do moves that you haven’t practiced.”

“Well, everyone needs to start somewhere.”

“Not in the middle of practicing a routine.”

Loki clears his throat, “you’re still changing things up on the fly, I see.”

You pout, “hey! I only try to change things up during personal practice and it’s not like I do it all the time. I just get bored of doing the same thing all the time.”

The salmon haired boy turns to look at Loki with an expression that says ‘look at this silly girl’. Loki can only muster up a polite smile in response, his stomach burning.

“Oh, Julian. Is your mother here?” You ask, “I’d love to say hi. It’s been so long since I last saw here.”

“Oh, she’s already gone home after watching me skate. My dad had a headache so the two of them went home instead of watching the doubles. I’m sure she watched you skate on the television though.” Loki clears his throat, “you could come with us to dinner though. I’m sure they’d love to have you come with us. Your parents are invited too if they want to come.”

You smile, “yeah, I think they’d love that. Oh, do you want to go see them now? I’m sure they’d love to greet you. They’re always going on and on about how they miss you and watching the two of us skate together.”

“Oh, that sounds great.” Loki smiles softly.

You turn to look at the salmon haired boy, “you okay to head back without me?”

“Yeah,” he warily looks between you and Loki before nodding, “I’ll be okay. Will you?”

“Of course I’ll be okay.” You give the salmon haired boy a reassuring smile, “Julian will be with me anyways so if anything happens I can push him towards the danger.”

“Wow.” Loki pokes your cheek, “I’m really feeling the love over here.”

You roll your eyes before grabbing onto Loki’s hand like you used to do when the two of you were young, “come on. Let’s go before my parents leave. You know how much they hate to linger.”

---

“Dinner was nice.” Loki says, breaking the silence as he walks you home.

“It was very pleasant,” you smile, “just like old times.”

“Just like old times.” Loki repeated.

You nod.

The two of you had attended many dinners together with both yours and his parents coming together to treat the two of you after a long fought competition much like the one you had done today. Of course, the main difference is that the two of you no longer skate together but the feelings still feel the same.

What is different though has to be you.

Sure you’re the same playful girl that Loki grew up with but you’re simultaneously so different. So much prettier.

He’d never admitted it when the two of you were young but he had always thought you were pretty. He even went as far as calling you ugly one day which sent you into a flurry of tears and you refused to skate with him again until he promised to buy you shaved ice for a week. Now though, Loki doubts he could ever call you anything but pretty and even that seems like an understatement.

Who’d have thought that you’d turn into such a looker when you grew up.

His childhood best friend was now the girl that made his heart race and flutter. The one that made his heart skip a beat. The��

“Congratulations.” Loki says suddenly.

“Hm?”

Loki’s face heats up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, “congratulation on winning gold.”

You laugh softly, “congratulations to you too.”

“Yeah. Who’d have thought that after such a rough beginning for the two of us that we’d end up as gold medalists in one of the biggest skating competitions of the year.”

“I did, of course.”

Loki laughs, “liar!”

“No! I’ve always believed in the two of us. I just thought that we’d…” you trail off.

“That we’d do it together?”

“Yeah.”

“Well it all turned out for the best,” Loki clears his throat in an attempt to get rid of that uncomfortable feeling in his chest, “I don’t have to worry about you not being fast enough and you’ve… found someone that matches you well when you skate.”

You nod, smiling a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“You and Sabito are rather different.” You say softly.

“Different?” Loki asks, though more through politeness rather than curiosity, “how so?”

“You love the praise that comes with being brilliant while you’re on the ice,” you explain, “while Sabito loves the expression of himself that he leaves while on the ice. Both admirable reasons for being on the ice - well, as admirable as one can be when it comes to a sport like skating.”

“And which are you?”

“Which am I?”

“That is what I asked, yes.”

“Hm,” you place a hand on your chin before smiling, “why don’t you tell me? Considering what I told you.”

Loki sighs, rolling his eyes for what feels like the hundredth time. It’s a strangely familiar feeling that brings a fondness' to Loki’s chest, “you love the very ice itself.”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

Loki chuckles, feeling a genuine smile form on his face. He’d forgotten how introspective you could be and in turn how introspective you made him.

“Hey,” you pout cutely as you turn to look at Loki, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing. I promise.”

“Liar.”

“And how do you know I’m lying, huh?”

“Please. As if I wouldn’t. I was your skating partner for years. I’ve picked up on all your little habits and quirks. You have that same look on your face whenever that you would get when I would ask you to slow down.”

Loki laughs again, “and what kind of a look is that?”

“It’s that one where your eyebrows narrow ever so slightly,” you move your eyebrows as you attempt to replicate the expression for him, “and your eyes say ‘are you serious?’”

Loki ignores the pathetic skip of his heart, “I’m surprised you paid that much attention to me back when we skated together.”

“I’d be an awfully lousy partner if I didn’t notice small things like that.”

Ah, yes. That’s why he had never been all to cut out for partner skating. Not only did his best moves come from a speed that no one else could keep up with but because of his inability to notice mundane details like you. He doubts that he would have had any success in partner figure skating if he hadn’t been paired with you. Not that the two of you ever had much success apart from a bronze in the younger amature leagues.

He bets that the two of you would have done well eventually as you aged. Not only did you increase your speed in skating but Loki had gotten better at adapting to other people. It makes his heart ache as he wonders about what might’ve happened if he hadn’t decided to abandon you.

But this is for the best.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself as he thinks about the respective medals the two of you had won. Both rising up to claim the gold in your respective categories as young prodigies that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

Loki needed a chance to spread his wings and you needed someone like Sabito (Loki begrudgingly admits) that could understand you intuitively. That could help elevate you to another level on the ice rather than someone like him.

“Sabito always makes fun of me,” you say, smiling fondly as you look ahead into the distance, “says that I can read people like a book on the ice but can’t read a social situation to save my life.”

Loki rubs your head affectionately, “he’s not wrong. You are pretty dense.”

“Hey!” You duck lower to escape Loki’s grasp, “I’m not dense!”

Loki laughs, “according to who?”

“Ah, well um… okay maybe no one has said that I’m not dense but it’s not as if people go around talking about how…” you pause for a moment as you attempt to figure out what to say next, “how not dense other people are?”

“And how many people have called you dense?”

You blush, “that’s not important!”

“I’d beg to differ.”

You roll your eyes, moving to flick his forehead like you used to always do when the two of you were young after he’d say something to annoy you.

He lets you.

Momentarily allowing himself to bask in the familiarity it brings him. Allowing himself to pretend, if just for a moment, that everything was the same as it had been before. That the medals around your necks are the ones you won together. That you’re still just kids with big dreams instead of young adults with the pressure of the world on your backs.

He gives you a pout and an over exaggerated wince in pain.

You roll your eyes before leaning in to kiss his forehead.

He blushes brightly in response.

Luckily, you don’t seem to notice as you quickly pull away, preoccupied with your own blush, “oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! I should’ve asked before doing that! I was just so caught up in the moment and forgot to ask.”

“It’s okay,” Loki says, hoping his voice doesn’t sound strained.

You tilt your head to the side cutely, “yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

Loki smiles, “it was like back when we were young. You flick my head when you’re annoyed and then lean in to kiss it better because you feel bad about flicking me in the first place.”

“Gosh,” you pout, “you make me sound bipolar.”

“I mean, if the shoe fits~”

“Julian!”

“Sorry,” he flashes you an unapologetic smile.

“Well anyways, thanks for walking back with me.”

“No problem.”

The bright lights of the hotel glow in the distance. The idle chatter of the city distracts you while Loki finds himself hating the fast walking pace he had initially set wishing to have walked with you for a little longer. You yourself also have a tendency to walk faster than normal and Loki’s always liked that about you but right now finds himself wishing the two of you had for once chosen to take your time. That you had stopped to admire the roses for a moment and appreciate the moment you lived in rather than charging forward without a second thought.

But, Loki supposes, there’s always something that must be sacrificed if one hopes to achieve greatness.

He brushes the back of his hand against yours which causes you to turn to him.

He thinks that maybe, right now, he’ll allow himself a moment of reprieve. Even if it might lead to nothing. The words slip from his mouth before they can even form in his mind.

“By the way,” Loki cleared his throat, watching you with a serious look on his face as he walked you back home, “I think I love you.”

Fall in love with someone you haven’t seen in awhile.

---

Him: There’s no universe or timeline where I don’t love you.

[briarscreek]

Task Force 141 as Different Kens from Barbie Movies

A/N: This is just such a specific niche that I had to get it out or it would kill me. I’m only writing based on memory bc I’m lacking in the Barbie movie department rn so please bare with me. Not everyone will have a role in each other’s stories but I’ll try to at least include them in different roles. I did take some creative liberties bc some Barbie movie endings I think could be fixed but that’s what fanfiction is for. This was for shits and giggles so have fun!!

John Price as King Dominick from Princess & the Pauper but hear me out:

you, the lowly pauper wanted to sing to your hearts content, sharing the joy of your voice and melody around the world

but that wasn’t in the cards for you as of right now

with a mountain of debt from your parents providing for you, you had to stay in Madame Carp’s Dress Emporium to work it off

after accidentally bumping into your kingdom’s princess in the village square, you both realized that you looked identical

you immediately became friends with her along with sharing both of your troubles

her stuck in a soon to be marriage to help the kingdom but wanting to investigate further in the old mines and you, stuck in debt up to your neck at a dress shop wanting to sing to the world

with a promise of calling you to sing one day, you both returned back to your lives

it wasn’t but a day later that Gaz (Julian just in this scenrio) called for you about an important issue

the princess had gone missing! he asked you to fill in for her until he found her and uncovered the plot against the crown

he taught you everything you needed to know but trying to get it to stick was the hard part

John Price was supposed to wed the smart/scientific princess from a kingdom about to be bankrupt but he wanted to make sure that she was at least kind and a possible fair ruler to their kingdoms (hence the get up as one of the king’s advisors; let’s be honest, he could never pass for a stable boy)

but when you entered, took three steps, and fell flat on your face he couldn’t do anything other than let his heart melt at the sight of you (and be worried that you broke your nose)

while filling in for the princess just until Gaz could find her you tried as hard as you could to play the part

when the king’s advisor introduced himself, you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his alluring, soft eyes and the way he kissed your hand in greeting

at least he was, or you hoped he could be attainable after the charade you’re pulling

once he heard you sing by accidentally listening in after your bath one day about being true to yourself, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about lying to you; not when you’re about to supposedly be married in less than a week

when he reintroduced himself as the actual king and not his advisor, your heart broke and mended at the same time

he spent the next day or two getting to know you or in this case the real you (since he had no idea who the real princess was)

when you were discovered as a fake by Shepherd (aka Preminger) you were immediately detained and dragged away

price couldn’t do anything to help you at the time, this wasn’t his kingdom and he had no say in the internal affairs

when he heard you accuse Shepherd as the one who actually has the princess, he was dead set on figuring out the truth

you lied to him but he lied to you too, so he couldn’t leave you as a sitting duck in the dungeon

after getting over resigning yourself in the cell, you made it your mission to prove yourself innocent

lulling the guard to sleep? easy. sneaking out through the winding dungeon tunnels? piece of cake. not looking where you were going in fear of being chased? stupid.

running right into the arms of a guard, he dismissed the others chasing after you, saying the queen had special orders for you

while being dragged away, you stepped on his armor’s weak spot (his foot) and elbowed him hard in the face only to receive an “easy, darling it’s me”

king price?!?! why is he here?

“I had a feeling there was more to you than Shepherd accused you of.”

“You do love disguises, don’t you”

you bit back a smile, wanting to kiss him but the immediate danger of the princess and the queen ran to the forefront of your mind.

with him hot on your heels, you both interrupted the royal wedding between the queen and Shepherd; right as the princess and Gaz arrived

proving his plan to be true, Shepherd was immediately detained and thrown in the dungeon for his sentencing to be delivered another time

with the princess’s new discovery of rare and precious gemstones in the old mines that she was trapped in, there was no need for her to marry King John Price anymore

with no hard feelings, he accepted it and even offered help of his own scientists and excavators to help the princess’ kingdom be brought back to financial health

the day you always dreamed of came, offered a deal by a talent scout to take your voice to the world

you would be gone for a year but before you departed, Price had something to give you

“it’s only ever belonged to you”

a simple diamond ring with a gold band, a symbol of his devotion and love to you; the real you

“no promises?”

“i’ll take my chances, darling”

throughout the year of touring the world, you met a great many people; kings & queens, princesses & princes, lords & ladies, even an empress admired your voice

but it all felt hollow, without the one you love most beside you

after all, his ring never left your finger once (only to bathe yourself did you take it off)

with hope in your heart, you went to his kingdom as your last stop on your tour

“you decided to end your tour here? why, dearest?”

“i hoped I could fulfill a promise. your majesty would you allow this pauper of humble beginnings to have a chance at your heart?”

“my darling, you’ve had my heart since we met”

nothing else in the world could compare to the kiss you two shared at the alter

Gaz as Prince Eric/The Nutcracker (PLEASE LISTEN):

after being gifted a toy nutcracker for christmas by your Uncle Drosselmeyer (John Price in this instance; could be by blood or family friend), you couldn’t help but absolutely adore it

it was a treasure unlike any other, yours to covet and keep in pristine condition

until your brother Tommy wanted it as a general for his toy soldier army

one thing led to another and its arm hinge snapped

your stomach dropped as you hurried to try to fix it

it was christmas eve and the best you could do to help him was create a cloth arm sling; just until you could take him to the toymaker for him to get properly fixed the day after tomorrow

you fell asleep on the couch that night, with the nutcracker by your head in a protective position

the hushed voices of small armies reached your ears wait that can’t be right

mice?!?!? what are mice doing in your living room?!? and with swords at that?

wait, where’s your nutcracker?

a quick glance and you saw him fighting mice at your feet

this isn’t a fair fight, there’s one of him and hundreds of mice soldiers

helping even the odds of the (dream?) battle was the least you could do

“leave him alone!”

armed with a large and sturdy vase, you instantly started to hit the hordes of mice until one with a scepter pointed it at you and yelled about you becoming smaller

right in front of your eyes, you shrunk to their size

quickly feeling unequipped to fight the army, you ran for the mantle and its garland hung from the fire place

after the battle was subdued and the mice retreated, you finally came face to face with your nutcracker

“you’re real? am I dreaming? who are you?”

“this is real and you can call me Gaz, sweetheart”

once you were equipped with a necklace to send you home after your journey, you and Gaz set off towards the mouse hole in hopes of finding the sugarplum princess to stop the mouse kings’ tyrannical rule

he introduced you to his home and explained what was going on

“the prince was a coward, and ran as soon as he could when the mouse king took the throne”

you noticed a twinge of harshness in his voice

the prince? prince who?

walking the terrain of the kingdom was easier said then done, and coming upon the remnants of the candy village left your heart broken

these poor people, driven from their homes just because a mouse wanted a throne

after successfully helping two children who were left behind in the village, they helped you tame a horse with a carriage to help lighten the load on the trip

taking a break in the forest helped to ease the childrens’ minds as well as give Marzipan some time to rest

it wasn’t until you were running from the mouse army did you happen upon the group of survivors from the scattered kingdom

Major Mint (Ghost) and Captain Candy (Soap) introduced themselves; beginning to bicker about how Prince Kyle’s selfish actions and lack of responsibility were the reason they were in this mess with the mouse king

“those were some pretty harsh words, Prince Kyle”

“you know, sweetheart?”

“it’s kind of hard not to notice but don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone”

it’s then that he said he promises to do better, be better (for you but he doesn’t realize that yet)

teaming up with Major Ghost and Captain Soap (i know these aren’t their actual ranks just go with it) had been a piece of cake; they volunteered to ready a boat to cross the giant sea while you and Gaz went out for supplies

after noticing a hole covering, you took Gaz’s sword and tried as hard as you could to open it, hearing small pleas of help from inside

it wasn’t until Gaz joined you for a final push did the cover slot free, letting the small fairies out of their prison

in their gratitude, they helped you gather more supplies and a moment between you and Gaz began to grow; hoping he would kiss you

but sadly that never came as a giant stone monster shook the earth and Gaz grabbed your hand; never letting you go as you both made for the boat beside the Major and Captain

you narrowly escaped a giant rock monster after it destroyed your boat; and fled on a sea of ice with the horse Marzipan leading the way

after successfully getting to the island where the sugar plum princess was rumored to be, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap entered the brightly colored castle without a second thought; desperate to find the princess

it was only a second before you realized that the castle was flat and painted did the trap spring on all three men

with you left behind on the island, you were desperate to help them in any way trying to come up with a plan

the fairies that you had freed before came to help, offering to carry you to the castle before Gaz could be used as firewood

it was by sheer luck that you happened upon a guarded room in the bottom of a tower

with easy manipulation towards the mouse guards, they scurried to their king; with your lie about him wanting them front and center in the courtyard on their minds

with the keys you pocketed off the sprinting guards you unlocked the door to find—

“why would they guard an empty room”

“we’re here miss!”

“we’re right in front of you”

“we can see her but she can’t see us. come on sweetheart. you know we’re here”

their hearts sank just a little when you turned to leave but turned to surprise when you picked up a metal lantern off the wall and crashed it towards the glass spell keeping them prisoners

“well done, sweetheart”

“come on! the mouse king has everyone in the courtyard”

an intense battle later with the mouse king left Gaz in a rough state, you quick to comfort him and fearing for his life

“you’ll be alright, Gaz. i know you will”

“it’s alright, sweetheart. i’ve been through worse.”

with the mouse kings anger, he aimed a spell at you but with the last of his strength did Gaz reflect the spell back onto the mouse king; making him shrink smaller instead to the size of an actual mouse

for his bravery, you bestowed him a kiss on the forehead thanking him for protecting you

it was then that everything changed, Gaz turned back into Prince Kyle and his subjects from stone back to people

everyone rejoiced in the knowledge that the true heir to throne was with them all along, fighting beside them

when Gaz turned to you, he saw the fairies you freed turn your old nightgown into a gorgeous dress with a crown atop your head

“it all makes sense”

“what does?”

“the sugar plum princess is kind, selfless and brave. it’s you sweetheart, it’s been you all along”

a smile adorned your face as the kingdom celebrated the end of the mouse kings reign right there

there was music, dancing, and even Ghost and Soap joined in on the fun

Gaz—Prince Kyle politely extended his hand towards you

“may i have this dance, sweetheart?”

“of course”

with both of you dancing to your hearts content, you couldn’t help but feel closer to him

at the end of the dance, Gaz dropped to one knee, his eyes filled with love for you

“will you stay with me sweetheart? will you be my princess?”

“i know this locket is supposed to take me home but I know in my heart i’m already there”

Gaz couldn’t help but let his smile grow wider, rising to meet you face to face

at the last second before your lips touched, the shrunken mouse king stole your locket and opened it for you

as you began to disappear Gaz couldn’t help but be heartbroken

“sweetheart!”

“Gaz!”

you awoke with a start on the couch, the giant clock ripping you from your dream

after a moment of drowsiness passed, you began to desperately search for your nutcracker but he wasn’t anywhere in the living room

you searched everywhere, even about to yell at Tommy to help you find him when your uncle came towards you

“Uncle! Have you seen my—“

“Ah, there you are dear, I was out on a morning stroll when I found my old friend. He saved my life once, years ago. I believe you should meet him”

“But Uncle, I have to find—“

“Hello, sweetheart”

it was then that Price’s plan had worked; getting his niece to bring back his cursed military friend and helping her to find a love she’s always dreamed of.

Simon “Ghost” Riley as Aiden from The Magic of Pegasus (he is the only one i think is close enough to Ghost’s broody personality and backstory in terms of Barbie age appropriate stories):

your parents had always been strict with you. never go outside, stay in the castle, don’t let yourself be seen.

it was exhausting, but all you wanted to do was skate on the ice in your winter kingdom.

on the night of your 21st birthday, you had snuck out to join the fun with the people of your kingdom on the frozen river.

the happy atmosphere was over in an instant when an unknown warlock introduced himself as your future husband.

“husband? I will never marry you”

your parents had arrived just in time to beg Makarov (Welock the sorcerer) not to do this again

again? what did they mean again?

right before your eyes, Makarov gave you a choice; either marry him in 3 days or your kingdom and parents shall be set to ice forever

in an instant, a horse with wings yelled at you to climb on and leaving no time to explain you both set off towards the sky filled with clouds

she brought you towards the cloud kingdom and it’s Queen (Kate Laswell; why not spice it up)

the queen explained that this has happened before, to your sister Brietta

your sister? you have a sister?

unfortunately, Brietta was turned into a pegasus; the very one who helped you escape from Makarov

“Brietta, I’m so sorry. What can I do to fix all of this?”

Cloud Queen Kate told you that Makarov could only be defeated by a Wand of Light made by the measure of courage, a ring of love, and a gem of ice lit by hopes eternal flame

after setting off with Brietta and your pet polar bear Shiver, all three of you began your journey in the dark forest

running into a smart-mouthed blacksmith was not on your to-do list

“and what are you doing in the forest all alone by yourself, love?” (the pet name is irritating)

and there was Simon Riley (Aiden), a blacksmith

“only fools come to the dark forest”

“and yet, you’re here”

“touche, lovie. what are you doing here?”

“i am gonna make a Wanda of Light to save my kingdom”

he chuckled at that; he never heard something so ridiculous in all his life

once you fixed him with a look, he realized you were serious

“if you help me make it, i’ll pay you!”

“you do realize it’s a myth love, right?”

“half the gold payment from what I have on me now, and more when I get my kingdom back”

now that was a hard bargain he couldn’t pass up

in your negotiating back and forth, you heard Shiver fall through some branches and started to scream for help

“love what are you doing?”

“someone has to help Shiver, and if you won’t, I will”

“wait, no it’s a trap-“

jumping feet first into the now broken branches before he could talk you out of it

he couldn’t believe how downright ridiculous this plan of yours was

he guesses he has to help you now, before you do anything else crazy

after successfully escaping the troll’s stew pot with just your hair ribbon, you made your way out the door and was greeted by Brietta

along with Simon, for some reason

Brietta was the first to notice

“Was your hair ribbon always that long? If you put it next to you, it’s your exact height!”

And right before everyone’s eyes, your ribbon turned from flimsy to a solid staff in your hands

“Oh a measure of courage! It makes sense now”

unable to deny the truth now and getting closer to making it, Simon agreed to help you

Simon stated that he knew someone to talk to about finding rare gemstones

after acquiring a map, all of you made the trek up the highest mountain for a rare gemstone

it was only based on your thinking that helped to realize that the rise of the dawn is hope’s eternal flame

upon entering the cave of gems, the warning rang back in your mind

take only what you need

after picking a gemstone for the staff, your heart spiked as Simon reached for another gem

“wait Simon! it said only take what you need”

“I know what it said love, I read it myself”

he picked a singular gem and nothing happened

the cave only collapsed when Shiver begin to play with gems and jewelry on the floor, putting them on herself

in a rush to hurry out, Brietta realized she only had enough strength to take one of you out of the self-destructing cave

a pegasus neighed in the distance, a gift from the Cloud Queen herself to help you both out

in another mountain cave to weather out the snowstorm, Brietta offered her tiara as the ring of love

with it completely enclosed to make a ring, Simon heated up his tools and got to work

“Simon, why did you take that gemstone?”

“my mates and I started our own blacksmithing business, but in my infinite wisdom wanted to help double our profits instead of waiting for the work to come to us. I lost it all in a gambling table, every single cent that we combined to make the shop itself.”

you couldn’t help but feel upset for him, his heart was in the right place yet his efforts led to no success

“promised myself I wouldn’t face them again until I gained it all back. thanks to you lovie and that gemstone, I might have a chance”

you realized that Simon wasn’t just rough around the edges but he cared deeply for others in his lives

maybe he could care for you one day too

on your journey back to your kingdom with the staff in hand, you heard Makarov’s harpy scream behind you giving chase

he finally caught up to you, and you raised the wand towards him

“destroy him!”

Makarov only laughed when nothing happened

“Wow the magical wand of Light is nothing but a prop, how disappointing.”

as a last ditch effort, you offered up yourself to marry him

“and why would I want you now? you’re exactly like my other wives. the least I can do is put you out of your misery”

an avalanche buried you faster than you could see it coming

“LOVE!”

it was Simon, rushing towards you as he dug his hands in the snow along with Brietta using her hooves as fast as she could

“hang on love, you’re gonna be ok”

with haste, they made for the Cloud Queen’s castle as Simon carried you in his arms

all they could do is wait for you now

“love? love please wake up. I need you”

“simon?”

when you finally awoke, you and simon hatched a plan to sneak into Makarov’s fortress to take back the wand

finding no stairs or paved paths, both you and simon strapped on some ice skates

“think you can keep up?”

“i think I can manage, love.”

once you both evaded being seen as much as you could, you split off to divide and conquer

“I’ll take care of the harpy, you grab the wand, love”

once you finally defeated Makarov and broke his wives out of his spell, you and Simon decided that the wives could take care of him themselves

with the kingdom back to it’s former glory, Simon invited you to join him on his visit to the blacksmith cottage

“Simon, you dolt! Where have you been?”

“We’ve been worried sick about ya!”

“Aye, ‘nd we’ve ‘ad more business as of late”

“I’m sorry mates, I lost all of our savings in a gambling game. I was trying to get it back before I faced ya again.”

“You know we don’t care about money, Si. We just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“We love you, brother”

“Aye we do. And who’s this beautiful young maiden you’ve brought with you?”

“This is my fiancee, the princess.”

They couldn’t believe that Simon, their Simon, finally softened up to someone. And to a princess no less!

Johnny MacTavish as Prince Stefan from Barbie as Rapunzel (He fit as Stefan more than the prince in Swan Lake but someone else will be taking that title if y’all like this post and want another one):

living as Gothel’s servant was never easy

doing chores day in and day out exhausted you

in your escape, you found painting, just dreaming of the places you wished to visit

of course Gothel never liked this

after she left the mansion grounds to run errands one day, you and your best friends Penelope and Hobie discovered a secret passage that led from the kitchen to some sort of storage chamber

finding a hairbrush engraved with your name and a portrait of Gothel with a man whose face was scratched out, gave you more questions than answers

if Gothel said that you were abandoned, then why did she have a hairbrush engraved with the words of someone saying they loved you as constant as the stars above?

With Penelope’s eagerness to see it too, her excitement made her jump and crash right through the storage floor

a secret passage? to where? you were about to find out.

Penelope wanted to go with you but couldn’t fit through the hole and Hobie was down right afraid of Gothel finding out, so the both of them stayed behind

the corridor itself led to a beautiful kingdom with a charming village, all of the sellers trying to influence you to buy something

after perusing the village for a good portion of the day, the next step was to walk the apple orchard right off the stone path

it was a few minutes later that you heard a little girl scream and branches breaking

rushing to her aid, two other girls on horseback went to get help from someone else as well

“grab my hand!”

“I can’t! I’m slipping!”

“I know, just let go with one hand and I’ll grab you”

she did as you told but after pulling her halfway up, you slipped on the edge of the pit trap yourself

two hands flew to your waist to pull both of you out before you could fall in

“are ya alright, bonnie?”

“yes, I’m ok. thank you for your help. where did that trap come from?”

“a courtesy of King Wilhelm, unfortunately. he thinks we stole somethin’ from ‘im years ago”

“oh that sounds awful”

the mysterious man smiled and you took the time to notice that his head was shaved in a mohawk pattern

“pardon my ruddness, bonnie. my name is—“

“DON’T tell me! trust me, it’s better that I don’t know”

“mysterious. i like it”

at that, you both smiled at each other

“I should get my nieces back inside but don’t go ‘nywhere!”

you nodded your head but it soon surprised you to see Penelope yelling after you

Gothel was on her way home and Penelope came to warn you

Penelope begged you to come back and you agreed wholeheartedly, although a little sad you might never meet that mysterious and handsome man again

you thought you had made it just in time and without being discovered but it was Otto who betrayed you

you’re not even surprised

“and who was this man that you met in the village today? what was his name?”

“i don’t know”

“you’re lying to me”

after a heated argument of Gothel thinking your only lying, she destroyed every painting and art supplies in your room, even lengthening your bedroom tower to become too high to climb down without stairs

that night as you cried yourself to sleep, something magical happened beside you of your hairbrush turning in to a paint brush

Penelope and Hobie, feeling upset for your situation, decided to cheer you up by making paint from the berry garden outside

they brought it to you though your window, encouraging you to paint

“but I don’t have a paintbrush”

“why not use this one”

the same one that sat beside your bed

you gave it a try, the red berry color changing into a rich green and you soon realized the paintbrush itself was made of magic

after painting the portrait, your hand passed through it, understanding that this painting could become your escape

as you pushed through, you almost bumped into the handsome man with the odd hair again

“oh bonnie, there you are. i was lookin to find ya.”

“Oh, I just, had to go home. But could you help me find the maker of this paintbrush?”

“Aye, I know just who to ask.”

he lead you to a iron carver’s shop by the name of Kyle’s

“Oh your high—“

Johnny immediately motioned for Gaz not to say any pleasantries behind your back and he was quick to get the message. you were none the wiser

“Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi. Ahem, what can I do for you today?”

“I was hoping you might recognize the maker behind this paintbrush”

“Oh I know it, it’s my brother’s”

“May I meet him?”

“I’m sorry but after King Wilhelm set up his borders, I haven’t been able to talk to him in years”

“I’m so sorry”

In ending the conversation and visit with Gaz, the handsome man led you on a walk through the village until he pulled out a piece of paper

“it’s an invitation for a masquerade ball tonight. I was hoping aye could meet ya there bonnie?”

with his pleading eyes and soft smile, you couldn’t say no to him

Penelope once again came up to you, huffing about her father being in trouble if you don’t come back

Johnny couldn’t handle the fact that there was a dragon, let alone a dragon who’s talking with you.

As quick as you could you ran after Penelope but not before looking back at you handsome man

“I’ll be there tonight”

“I’ll see you then, lass”

with a pep in your step and ready to finally break free, you decided to paint your own dress; much easier than trying to find one

once you were in love with your finished product, you finally glanced in the mirror and saw Gothel

“once again, I am going to ask you for his name”

“i told you already, I don’t know!”

after that, Gothel ruined everything in your room, from destroying the portal to breaking your paintbrush, even cutting off your hair from its floor length to your shoulders

in a fit of anger, Gothel cast a spell on your tower to never release its prisoner with a lying heart

once Gothel left, your friends Penelope, Hobie and even Penelope’s dad Hugo realized that since you never lied the spell doesn’t affect you

once you arrived at the ball, you realized that chaos had ensued and went straight to the ballroom

“you STOLE my daughter!”

“NO for the thousandth time I NEVER stole her!”

“No, I did” Gothel stated proudly

and there it was, the earth shattering truth

Gothel stole you from your father just because he didn’t love her back

“You took me from my father just because he didn’t love you back?”

“He should have been with me instead!”

with that, you enticed Gothel to chase after you in the maze

“it doesn’t have to be this way Gothel, I can forgive you for all those years. just stop this and we can forget about it.”

“NEVER!”

“Now!”

With Penelope and you behind the door, you both closed it and let Gothel walk right into the portal that took her right to your tower

as you rushed back inside, you saw your father, the other king, and your handsome man finally putting out the fires that Gothel had cause in her wake

when you both made eye contact, he dropped his vase and immediately ran towards you, swooping you in his arms

“are you alright?”

“me? what about you bonnie? are you ‘lright?”

he hugged you even tighter, afraid to let go

King Wilhelm gently took steps towards the pair of you, calling out your name. when he finally held his face in your hands he cried with joy

“oh my beautiful daughter, you look just like your mother.”

King Wilhelm finally turned to the other king and begged for his forgiveness

“All is forgiven, if I were you would have done the same to you if someone took my children”

it was then that you felt a hand hold yours and pull it into his lips.

“may i give you my name now, lass?”

you shook your head in delight

“Johnny MacTavish, at your service, bonnie”

“Seems our children are already set to end this feud”

at that comment made by your Father, you realized—

“You’re the prince of this kingdom?”

“Aye, lass. And you’re a princess. I’d love to court you after you spend time with your father, bonnie. You two have spent too much time apart.”

Your heart melted at that, knowing that his kindness was bottomless

“Promise to write to me?”

“Every minute we’re apart lass”

[perpetualprocrastinationisme]

Ragnor as the TWP Gang’s Warlock

Artist: @cassandrajean

A vague expression passed over Malcolm’s face. “I can’t remember precisely. Magnus, stop bothering Emma and Julian,” he said, and there was a tinge of something like annoyance in his voice. Professional jealousy, Emma guessed. “This is my domain. You’ve got your own hopeless humans in New York.” - Lady Midnight

Anyway, back to breakfast and the knock on the door. It was Ragnor, looking a sprightly shade of green, like an English meadow. He sailed right past Julian and began inspecting the drapes. Well, he was probably inspecting something magical, like the curse, but to me it looked like he was inspecting the curtains and the wallpaper. Maybe he’s thinking of decorating his own place. Or maybe he was just giving Julian some time alone with Ty, because Ty was still standing on the stairs, with a duffel bag over his arm, looking adorably awkward. - Secrets of Blackthorn Hall

Bruce, I swear at one point Ragnor told a joke in Coptic and Ty laughed. They’re hardcore over there at the Scholomance. Maybe too hardcore for me. - Secrets of Blackthorn Hall

So, judging from The Dark Artifices and The Mortal Instruments, it seems like every book's gang of characters has a specific warlock that they trust more than any other. I know Magnus is very prominent in both of TMI and TDA but TDA had an extra focus on Malcolm (unfortunately). I know the focus on Malcolm was due to the resurrection of Annabel but I feel like TWP might have a new warlock that they trust: Ragnor Fell. Ragnor doesn't show much affection to anyone but he seems to at least have a bit of a soft spot for Ty. Ragnor let him portal to Blackthorn Manor with him, was sensitive to giving him time with Julian, and has even joked with him in Coptic. I feel like this will lead to Ty leaning on a Ragnor a bit, and subsequently the whole TWP gang, throughout the series. Besides his familiarity with Ragnor there is also the fact that Magnus is married to the Consul and they'll almost definitely be breaking Clave rules on their quests.

However, there is another Warlock that might be extra inclined to help them...

Artist: @lariablog

"Catarina gave me a hot water bottle too," Ty said. He reached into the box and unwrapped the bundle of blanket enough to put the hot water bottle in as well. Then he began to drip water onto the lynx's mouth until the was wet all around its face. - Ghosts of the Shadow Market He was lying in bed in the infirmary, looking very pale. Catarina Loss was by his side, and a boy that Livvy recognized from Ty's classes. Anush. - Ghosts of the Shadow Market

I have been putting together a curriculum with the help of Prof. Loss, aimed in the direction of of investigation and detection. - Ty in Secrets of Blackthorn Hall

"I took Ephraim to America and raised him there. He never knew what he was or who he was. He was a happy boy, a good boy. He was my boy." - Catarina in Ghosts of the Shadow Market

Catarina Loss. Catarina seems to be very supportive of Ty at the Scholomance but she also has plenty of connections to Kit, even though both of them may not realize it yet. With Kit being the Lost Heir, Catarina raised and protected his great-something grandfather and would probably feel a connection with Kit. Like Ty, she also seems to trust Anush. I can picture Anush aiding Ty in TLKOF by finding information for him at the Scholomance while he's on his roadtrip with Ty which Catarina could help with. Catarina seems to be an especially nurturing person, I feel like she might disapprove of some of the things that the gang may do but I feel like at the end of the day she would help them.

I honestly hope it works out that Catarina is their main Warlock. To me, she's one of the coolest characters in the whole series and I wish her story could be explored more in TWP. I guess we'll have to wait to find out!

I would love to hear your thoughts/theories on this :)

Artist: @cassandrajean

Beatiful Ragnor and Catarina art to finish a post that's a bit long! Thanks for reading to here, I hope you have a great day :)

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two

TW : Abuse of authority, alpha male, sexual harassment, the word “no” is not in this man’s vocabulary, nsfw, angst, forced proximity

After a hellish 24 hour shift, you’re starting to think you should have taken him up on his offer. Give me a foot rub then get the fuck out. However, it most definitely would not have ended at only a foot rub. You know yourself too well to think you can keep your grubby hands off that man in any sort of private, intimate setting. Yeah, you’re staying the hell away from Ludlow. 

It’s gross, but you don’t even take a shower, and pass out cold on the couch as soon as your rat's nest of hair hits the throw pillow. 

Dark, honey eyes welcome you to the land of unconsciousness. The place where you can’t control your disobedient vagina so easily. And, apparently, she liked Tom Ludlow a lot. Especially his hands. Fuck. Thick fingers, surprisingly gentle and teasing, tucking up inside you, coaxing at that sweet little spot you can’t quite get at on your own. His mouth swallowing your moans, tongue licking urgently against your teeth, practically eating you alive. Something hard and velvet pressed against your thighs. 

A loud knock wakes you up in the same position you started at. Face down on the couch, except now feeling even grosser because of the slick arousal between your legs. You stumble to the door, pull it open. It’s Ms. Higgs, your sweet next door neighbor. 

“Oh, hello, y/n, I heard…. Yelling? Is everything okay?” 

You look at her stupidly. “Yelling….?”

“Yes, it sounded like you were in distress. Sorry, is this a bad time?” She eyes your just-got-hit-by-a-semi-truck appearance, complete with gore and all. 

Oh. The dream. Oh… oh. You feel yourself freeze despite the embarrassed heat warming your skin. “Uh.” Yes, great, make her think you’re out of your mind. You try a terse smile. “Oh. Sorry. I had a long shift and I must have been having a nightmare.” 

How in the hell did you pass nursing school?

Thank God she looks like she wants to leave as soon as possible. “Right. Well.” Clears her throat. “I’m glad you’re okay. Have a good day.” She moves fast for an older woman, shutting herself back into the apartment next door before you can bid goodbye. 

Your neighbor now hates you, and you’re definitely blaming Ludlow for it. 

Shower, eat, masturbate. No, wait. Masturbate, then eat. No. Eat first so then you can masturbate as many times as it takes to get Mr. I’m a Pretty, Dark Eyed Cop With Huge Hands - 

You have to literally pinch yourself to stop this train of thought from turning into a derailed crash. 

Your plans fail miserably, and that is actually Ludlow’s fault, but you refuse to admit it. At least you’re eliminating two steps at once with the handy dandy shower head.

And then again after you eat. And then again in your bed. And, damn, you really need to invest in a vibrator like Sheila told you to do a long time ago. 

You don’t consider yourself a prude by any means; there’s just no time for adult toys or one night stands. Your job, more often than not, consumes your life, and you like it that way. The fast pace, the interesting medical anomalies you get to see, your funny coworkers, cute and oh so nice Dr. Julian who brings you all Starbucks on Sundays. You usually pick up more shifts than you’re scheduled, fueled by rising violent crime rates in the inner cities. There is a satisfaction in bringing someone back from the dead, especially someone young with their whole life ahead of them. Grim Reaper? Psh. Kiss my ass. 

***

Sometimes you need a break, and these next two days you have off are going to be that time away. 

Except, on the second day, you’re bored, so you end up going in for an eight hour shift. 

You have a bad habit of not viewing your patient’s info before you get into their exam room, favoring the ol’ fashioned method of actually looking at the person instead of a computer. As soon as you walk into your next assigned room, however, you vow to change your messy bitch ways. Handsome Cop - the one you refuse to admit you spent two full days rubbing yourself off to - sits on the cot, grinning at you like the cat that caught the mouse. 

You do feel a little bit like a tiny mouse under that hefty stare, scurrying in and going right to the computer so you don’t have to make eye contact longer than necessary - well, long enough for ruined underwear. 

“Hey.” 

“Hello, did your stitches come open?” You try to maintain a strictly professional voice, but you can tell by the sharpening of his grin it’s not working. 

“What? You’re not gonna fight with me today?” 

“Do nurses fight people where you’re from?” Here you are, playing into his game. Stupid. 

“There she is.” 

Your jaw tightens. “What are you being seen for, Mr. Ludlow?”

“Ouch, surnames? Really?”

“Surprised you know what that big word means.”

His gorgeous eyebrow cocks as he looks around the monitor at you, and you tuck yourself further behind the computer to hide. 

“Okay, okay.” He puts his hands up in surrender. Well, he puts his right hand up. His left can only rise so far into the air. “Yeah, I tore them.” 

“Can you show me?” 

He strips his shirt, revealing a long, toned torso that belongs in X-rated cinema instead of bed number 3 at the South Bay General ED. 

“Have you ever heard the phrase, close your mouth or you’ll catch flies?” He asks. 

“It’s actually, shut your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” 

“Okay, how about this one: My eyes are up here, darling.”

First of all, you didn’t even look at his bare chest that much. He’s definitely exaggerating. Second of all, well - ugh - second of all fuck you, Ludlow. 

His stitches are busted open right in the middle. You have to unstick the bloody dressing carefully and then spray the center with some antiseptic. 

“You should be more careful.” Is it just you or does he smell different tonight? Less sweat and copper, more spice and cardamon.

You do your best to shake it off. Plenty of men wear cologne everyday–it doesn’t mean he got cleaned up just for you. 

“I don’t really have anyone to be careful for.”

“Get a dog?” 

“What’s your favorite color?” 

“What why? I don’t know, blue?” 

“So I can pick out a collar you’ll like.” 

He’s joking, but the feral urge to jam your thumb right into his tearing wound is palpable. 

He realizes he fucked up when you don’t have a witty retort. 

“Oh, fuck. I didn’t mean that you’re a bitch.” If you’re giving him credit, he at least looks sorry. And sorry looks far too good on him. The big grinning Doberman turns into a wide eyed puppy dog and it makes your heart squeeze tighter. “I’m sorry. I just meant - hey, hey.” He tips your chin up so you can see the apology in his softened eyes. “I’m an asshole.” 

You flick his hand away. “Don’t touch me.” 

He must be hard of hearing, because he dwarfs your arm in his grip and pulls you closer. “C’Mon, little nurse. Now you have to let me make it up to you. Let me buy you a fancy dinner or something.” 

Pulling away is not an option, so you come up with a better idea. “Okay, fine. I will. If you can answer one question.”

He looks delighted by this. “Try me.”

“What’s my name?” 

You relish the sight of his smile wiping clean. The big grin transfers from his face to yours. 

“Seriously?”

“Well?” It’s your turn to raise a cocky eyebrow.

He tries to flip your badge frontward, but you slap his hand away. He’s quick, catches your wrist, pulls you closer so that your body is pressing into his calves, traps both of your hands in one of his and spins the badge so that he can see your picture and name. He repeats it, first and last, grins back with a vengeance. This little tussle really bruises your ego, because it doesn’t even seem like you made him wince or falter even once.

“Cheater,” you snarl. 

“Takes one to know one.” 

“Let me go.” 

“Make me.” 

“I’ll scream.” 

“Oh yeah you will.” He winks. 

Fucking sexy bastard. 

“Want those stitches worse or better?” You threaten. 

“I don’t really care,” he shrugs, eyes light with humor. “Just did it to come see you anyway.” 

“You tore your own stitches?” 

“No. Someone else did after I insulted their mother.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” 

You put him back together once again (you might have to start calling this man Humpty Dumpty, that will put him in his place) and start to peel off your gloves. “So when can I pick you up?” he asks, those dark eyes shining like high-polished ebony. 

“Half past never?”

“Hey, we had a deal.”

“We did, but then you cheated. Manhandling me at work is a major disqualification.”

“Pretty sure you liked it,” he fires back with a smirk.

You sigh, propping a hand on your hip, because he’s not wrong. You’re more than a little touch starved at the moment, and you’re sure the ease with which he manhandled you will haunt your dreams (your poor neighbor!) and fuel your fantasies for weeks to come. But there’s just something about this guy that warns you not to give in this easily. He feels…a little dangerous. To your physical health, or your personal sanity, you’re not sure. 

“Please try to be more careful with your stitches, Mr. Ludlow. Have a nice day.”

Understanding that he’s being dismissed, he stands, one step in the small room bringing him right in front of you–and boy, does he tower over you. You try to conceal how very much you like that, but fear you betray yourself in the shaky exhale that escapes you. “I’m just going to keep coming back,” he tells you, seeming far too pleased by the idea. 

“For your own health, I certainly hope you don’t.”

“I’m in a dangerous line of work. All sorts of things can happen.”

You pick up what he’s putting down pretty quick, and it annoys the shit out of you. “If you get yourself hurt on purpose, that is not on me.”

“Then save me some pain, sweetheart. Didn’t you take an oath or something? Do no harm?”

“That’s doctors. I took a pledge to practice my profession faithfully–which I’m doing. Didn’t you? What happened to ‘Serve and Protect?’”

“Sure thing. And I keep my oaths too.” The weight with which he looks at you makes something warm and uncomfortable coil in your belly, radiating outwards to your fingers and toes. 

A man who keeps his promises? 

Never heard of him. 

You are too young to be this jaded, but maybe it’s better that you learned the hard lessons quicker than most. Maybe it will save you some pain in the interim. Avoiding this utterly edible man in front of you probably falls into that category. 

You stand silently, waiting for him to leave. He seems to find this funny as hell, and tips an imaginary cap down at you. “See you soon, y/n.” 

You hope not, but you’re afraid that’s a promise he’ll keep. 

[effloradox]

Forehead kisses with Thomas Thorne?

I am not immune to the urge to give this man a kiss on the forehead 🥺

Also I combined this with a request asking for Thomas with the prompt ‘I thought you’d like some company’, I think it fit quite well!

Life in Button House was almost always the same no matter the day. You’d only been a resident of the house for a few years after a rather nasty accident on the grounds but you tried to make the best of your living situation (if you’ll excuse the obvious flaws with the expression). The other residents had been quick to welcome you into their daily routines and with time you got used to everyone’s quirks. Eventually you could ignore Lady Button screaming as she fell out of a window every night and you got used to things like Julian’s crassness and Kitty’s eagerness.

You hadn’t believed in life after death in your previous life so the last thing you’d expected was to fall in love during your unexpected afterlife. Thomas had been so shy when you first died; he’d barely been able to string a sentence together in your presence, so different from the poet that waxed lyrically every moment he was able to that you’re used to now. You’d managed to do many things during your life but true love seemed to have evaded you until after your death. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall in love with Thomas, and it had taken him even less time. Waking up next to him had become part of your daily routine so easily that you now couldn’t imagine him not being there with you every morning.

Things hadn’t changed much in the weeks since Heather passed until a new car had pulled up on the driveway of the house, and with it some new living residents. The new owners had put most of the others on edge though, that much was clear. You’d overheard some of their plans for the house and they made a lot of sense to you, some of them had been things you’d briefly mentioned before you’d died; but to some of the others the suggestions had been an affront. Thomas had seemed particularly upset about the mention that the library be repurposed into a recreation room; he'd disappeared not long after hearing that.

You’d given Thomas his space initially but after a few hours without his presence you’d set about looking for him. You’d checked all his usual haunts, leaving his sighing place until last in the hopes that his mood hadn’t dropped to that resort. You weren’t particularly surprised to find him there if you were being honest with yourself but it pained you to know that it was troubling him to that extent. You poked your head through the door, watching him for a moment before stepping through the door. You’d been about to announce your presence when the man in question had turned quite unexpectedly, letting out a small shriek when he spotted you.

“Good lord!”

“Sorry!” His expression softened towards you once he’d calmed down, panic no longer evident on his face.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I thought you’d like some company?”

“From you? Always, my love.” You appeared at his side in an instant, his arm wrapping around your waist automatically. It doesn’t take long until you’re settled in his lap, both of you watching the new residents moving things out of their car.

“The others have a plan to try and scare the new owners away.” Thomas let out a soft noise to acknowledge your comment, his eyes still trained on the new couple. “Julian’s practising moving things with his ability to see if he can unnerve them.”

“And you?”

You hadn’t thought much of your phone being on your person when you died, whilst you still have it it’s not like you can use it for much. Just making notes, taking scenic pictures, and playing the few games you had downloaded that work without an internet connection. What it had left you with was an ability similar to Robin’s wherein you could mess with electronic devices to a certain degree. It would definitely be a useful skill if you decided you wanted the couple gone. You'd heard Julian mention it when they’d been plotting to scare the living away and it had been part of why you left to go and find Thomas.

“I understand why them being here upsets some of the others, and that some of their plans have upset you. But, I don’t think it’s such a bad thing. Wouldn’t it be nice if they did make the house look good again?”

“I suppose.” You can hear the uncertainty in Thomas’ tone and it’s all you can do to press a soft kiss to his forehead. The effect is instantaneous as you practically felt the tension seep out of his body, the frown lines you'd kissed disappearing in seconds. The two of you remain on the windowsill until you hear Julian shouting your name from somewhere in the house, no doubt to enlist you into trying to scare the new couple. You begrudgingly lift yourself from Thomas’ lap, taking one of his hands in yours as you move to walk towards the door.

“Come with me?” You can see in his eyes that he doesn’t want to, but he stands anyway and you can’t resist the urge to lift your entwined hands to place a kiss on his hand. The tender gesture turns him bashful as he struggles to make eye contact with you. It takes a moment for him to compose himself and you watch as he seems to steel himself before he speaks.

“Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours, and times of your desire?” It takes you a moment to place his words, you’re sure you’ve heard them before and it takes your brain a few seconds to connect them to who wrote them.

“Shakespeare?” You know you’ve guessed correctly when Thomas’ face lights up like the sun. His smile is one of your favourite things about him, it never fails to make your heart flutter and this time is no exception.

“Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind; still constant in a wondrous excellence.” It’s Thomas’ turn to lift your hands as he places a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Nothing good can last forever though. The moment is ruined when you hear a frustrated sounding Julian shouting your name once again, only this time he sounds infinitely closer. You can’t help but sigh with frustration at the interruption.

“Let’s go and find the others shall we?”

“Lead the way my dear.”

[natjennie]

I love when Mike addresses the ghosts at all but my favorite is when he says something and then the camera cuts out and they're not even there. like they're in a completely different wing of the house.

so I like to think he slowly becomes more ingratiated into the ghost crew because I mean robin saved his life and they're his wife's family at this point so the least he can do is really buckle down and get to know them all, so he pays attention. he listens to alison's side of the conversation and tries to pipe up more, nervous about interrupting but trying to be more proactive anyway. he memorizes the board, names deaths and time periods he's got like the back of his hand. and he watches. their presence isn't easy to spot, because the only one with a physical impact is julian, but he keeps an eye out anyway. when the TV is on, he can make a pretty good guess at who's program it is. when there are new books in the stands he makes a note to look up a summary. when that window is open, it's thomas soliloquizing, but when it's that one it's for the captain's garden view. he's starting to get it. and the ghosts already incorporated Mike into their lives deaths anyway, so they're largely unmoved and confused by the effort, but sure, maybe a little grateful that he's more mindful of them.

and when he thinks he knows them, really knows them, he starts talking. because if there's one thing mike cooper knows how to do, it's talk. he stops jotting down ghost ideas to bring to alison and starts vocalizing them. passing by the tv and there's a match on? he remarks to pat that he's about to try a new sandwich recipe, if he wants to join him for lunch. absolutely nailed it, mike, gold star work. problem is, pat is in the "living" room listening to thomas describe the worst denim outfit he could imagine. and he lived through the 70s. but mike thinks he's crushing it.

on a trip to the kitchen for tea at 5am when he can't stay asleep one night, who the fuck else might be up this early? cap, that's who! so he leans out the window towards the makeshift starting block and does a couple hushed whoops of encouragement, "hell yeah, rise and grind, bruv! you got this, captain, for king and country and all that!" fuck yeah, mike, got em again. passionate, respectful, cap would love that. incredible work, yet again. he's gonna get a good grade in dead person friends. but, unfortunately, it's Sunday and the captain pushes his warm-up to 0800 hours for a sensible 0900 lap, to be more respectful to alison on her day of rest. but again, Mike is convinced he's doing great.

do you see my vision?

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2024

Day 4: Ghost stories

Pairing(s): Julian Devorak x Gn!Reader

Played his entire route again so..

After your visit to Nevivion the shop had been back in business. Especially with it being October, people began being suspicious of the super natural.

They also really liked the herbs and spices you had in shop that went with their fall desserts nicely.

Lately, there had been an influx of bats, it was strange as they weren’t supposed to be anywhere near the shop but still welcomed none the less.

They had bothered a few customers here and there but they weren’t just the only talk of the town.

Recently, there has been rumours of something creeping in the woods, and in alleys occasionally. You heard most of this from clients and assumed it was mere gossip.

Until Julian also started telling you about it- also gaining gossip intel from his patients.

It had been awhile since you two did anything adventurous and so you practically leaped at the opportunity.

So with turning the shop sign to ‘closed’ you two departed into the forests on the outskirts of Vesuvia.

There wasn’t much to say besides the forests being creepy, especially now that it was nightfall.

Even if the sky above still had a little light, the dense forest allowed hardly any to pass through the trees.

Atleast you had your orb of light.

“It’s a uh lovely night isn’t it?” Julian comment was obviously to poke at the fact that no, it was not a lovely night it was very much creepy.

Mostly said out of nerves if anything.

Still, you were too alert and focused to humor him by smiling and heard a small “tough crowd” come from Julian trailing behind you.

That did earn a smile.

You continued onward, it was still strange to you as Muriel for sure would’ve been aware if anything amiss was going on.

One misstep on a weirdly glowing mushroom had you falling, you were way too stuck in your head.

Luckily Julian had managed to catch you in time. “You alright dear? Who knew you could still fall for me.” The joke was obvious from a mile away and yet you couldn’t stop that look of surprise from creeping onto your face.

You guess you didn’t respond quick enough as you were staring at eachother in what could only be described as awkward silence. Julian’s face erupted into his classic blush.

“Of course I would, I struggle to pay attention each second I’m with you” wasn’t the best line you had but it was something.

Julian’s blush of embarrassment left and came back at full force, he tried laughing it off but to no avail.

The moment ended as something glowing whipped past you before you could even process it, it quickly flew past Julian too and landed behind him.

To his credit, he did manage to keep it together for all of about 5 seconds before jumping into your arms.

Over the top? Sure but when was he not.

You could pamper him later, right now you needed to see what that was. As you creeped closer to the glowing enigma it began to crawl(?) away from you.

You (despite Julian’s protests not to) quickly scooped the creature up and inspected it. No wonder it was crawling away, the light must’ve had the power of a thousand suns to it.

You quickly dimmed the light orb as Julian creeped over your shoulder to inspect the what you now realized was a bat.

“A glowing bat?” Julian had voiced your thought for you.

Though you quickly realized it must’ve been coated in that stuff the mushroom was emitting, kudos to that mushroom that died for your discovery.

“It must’ve been doused in whatever is making the mushrooms glow” you shared your thought with Julian. “What type of psycho would do that to those bats?” Julian had slightly slipped away from his hiding spot behind you.

“I don’t think anyone did it to them, if I had to guess they probably ate them”

The main clues was the its mouth had been the most covered in the substance, plus you remembered hearing about those bats and mushrooms in a book back at the palace library.

The only logical reasoning was that they weren’t from around here and resorted to the next best thing for a food source.

Just to make sure no misunderstandings continued, you two informed Muriel and made your way back to the city.

First you had to get Nadia to safely move those bats, they weren’t from the surrounding wildlife and they needed to go as they clearly weren’t doing the environment and theirselves any good.

Luckily the rumors died down and even if you didn’t get the adventure you had expected, Julian seemed more than thrilled to return home and cuddle up with you.

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A/b: far fetched but I really couldn’t think of anything 💔😣

[andofone]

SNS fic rec

I have found lots of SNS fics that I think deserve even more love and recognition, so buckle in and here we go!

-PS, if you don’t want your fic on this list, I will take it off.

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O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou an idiot? by Skyheaven

Naruto thought he could impress his crush by landing the role of Romeo in their school play. With Sakura playing Juliet, it would be the perfect way to get close to her. So how is it that he ended up being forced to play the modern version titled Romeo and Julian with his arch rival Sasuke instead?

(It’s a full, flushed out fic. It was a joy to read through)

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(This is part two - a POV change to see what Sasuke is thinking, I strongly recommend reading after the first.)

And Julian is the moon by Skyheaven.

Ever wonder what Sasuke went through when he got stuck playing the romantic lead together with Naruto in their school play about Romeo and Julian? Here's the answer.

A pov change of the fic 'Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou an idiot?'

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The Frog Dealer by lilypheria

Naruto’s trusty frog wallet breaks down after years of faithful service, and someone delivers a new one to his office. Naruto is elated, not caring if it’s proper for the Seventh Hokage of Konoha to wander around with a wallet like that. But then he starts to get even more deliveries to his office—frog-shaped keychains, fridge magnets, everything you can think of.

Naruto has no clue who has found out about his affection towards frogs. But the gift giver is closer than he thinks…

(It’s a adorable one-shot. What else could you possibly want.)

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Unrequited: sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't by KizuKatana

Naruto hates to hurt people's feelings. So when Hinata puts him on the spot about dating her, he doesn't want to come straight out and tell her he doesn't like her that way. Instead, he comes up with a poorly thought out idea to tell her he is dating someone already. All he needs to do to convince her is to show her a photo of the guy. He just needs to get a picture of someone so ridiculously hot she will know it's hopeless. He actually has someone in mind, a guy he'd had a one-sided thing for from his gym. Although, the guy is sort of an ass and probably wouldn't agree to posing for a picture. Naruto decides to ask him anyway. What's he got to lose?

(Another wonderful, simple one-shot. Easy and very nice to digest.)

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In Good Company by weialala

This will sound a little ridiculous, no matter how Sasuke phrases it. I see dead people is embarrassingly tacky, and I'm half-spirit seems like something Sakura might say when she's stoned sky high. So he settles for a shrug.

(This is a gem of a fic. Highly recommend.)

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Iced coffee with extra base by Dotec_1

Working in a cafe certainly isn’t the worst thing, that is if you find a certain raven a few tables down.

(Not too long, just 25,000 words and a good plot.)

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Fire & Wind by Cyllia

Wind and fire: it's the most powerful combination of elements there was. So when Sasuke, the most talented fire elementalist in his year, pairs with Naruto, who has the greatest air element seen in centuries, they should've been the most formidable team in history. Yet they can't seem to win one match.

(OH MY GOD, okay, this has got to be one of my favorites on this list. And these are all some of my favorite.)

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all i want to do, just like this by lunoiere (aeon_uriel)

"Good morning," he whispered, content, and peaceful. 

Naruto's nose twitched, still asleep. His lips were pursed to form a pout that somehow looked even more childish in this state. 

Sasuke's smile got wider and wider and something in his chest bloomed and exploded.

 Unbidden, a thought passed by: he loved that man so much it was unreal. 

Sasuke gets another reminder that waking up with arms around his waist and the smell of sunshine filling his lungs means opening his eyes to yet another good dream.(Because Naruto is there and he’s never leaving.)

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 I hope this gives you some good reads!

And if you want more, check out another SNS rec I created here

[issacballsac]

Tangent Line

Julian (Smith)

Gender Neutral Reader

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Another average day of work finished its gruel passing on your day. As you began to close up the bar; wiping the spilled drinks from before and collecting any leftover trash. One person remained at the end of the bar. God, why couldn’t they just leave like everyone else.

“Hey we’re closing up soon.”

An audible choke erupted from them as they sheepishly apologised before going to gather their belongings, the already rusty door burst open.

Dropping everything they were previously picking up, the straggling customer made a run for it.

Noise akin to a metal chain gravely disturbed your ears while the blue—weapon? Fell to the floor.

“Don’t. Run.”

A figure shrouded in shadows stepped forward into the bar.

At least the day would get more entertaining.

“Where? Exit?”

His newly seen scarlet hair came into view as he hastily questioned you.

“If you go out the employee entrance over there you could probably catch ‘em”

Motioning behind yourself, you took no time in ratting out your paying customer. Perhaps you should add no wanted felons on the entry requirements.

Immediately taking off without giving the chance to take a second look. Or you didn’t get a second look at least, as a cry rang out from outside of the bar. Someone else surely did.

“Man, definitely got him.”

You sighed, continuing your work to close the bar for the day. Cleaning up the glasses and flipping the sign over. It wasn’t unusual to spot purifications taking place across the Moniyan Empire.

Until tomorrow. And there tomorrow came.

With a melodramatic routine of opening the bar once more, the afternoon air flooded in. Setting out chairs and stools, the right ding emitted from the doorbell.

“Already? Well that’s fine what can I get for...you.”

The man—the assassin—the purifier stood in the door frame before all else. With a certain cold gaze that would make the devil shiver. The heels of his boots clinked against the wooden floors with each and every step closer to you.

“Thanks.”

Is all he managed to mutter out. Words don’t seem to be his strong suit, but, he pulled out a chair and sat down with the unease of a child whom had been scolded.

Rummaging through his slim pockets he tossed a few coins over the bar counter whilst shifting into a more comfortable position.

“Oh! You want a drink? What kind?”

Planting his hand firmly underneath his chin he began to lose himself in thought for at least a minute before pointing to a clear—granted almost empty bottle.

“Just the liquor straight?”

“Fruit taste? Please.”

Doubting you’d get anything else from him, you began doing what you did best. Making drinks.

With no time at all the fruit like concoction had been crafted and served to you only customer for the hour it seemed, strange.

Downing the well scented beverage in one swing he slid the glass back to you.

“Name is Julian.”

Finally a semi-coherent sentence.

“Nice to meet you.”

You reluctantly hid your own name as you went to clean the used glass.

“You, what is yours?”

“Oh I’m not from the Moniyan Empire.”

“Name?”

Man was he determined to get your name. The bright red light corresponding to his eyes beamed at you in wait.

Finally giving in after two minutes of intense staring you told him your name.

With only a soft hum the man departed.

“What the actual fuck was that.”

His strange pop up visits began to cease over time but the feeling of his gaze never fell from you.

It had to been—what? Months? Before that familiar desertion of the bar was restored.

“Slow day.”

Was the cursed words that triggered the door bell once more.

“Welcome!”

Beginning your daily customer service, as a group of three strutted inside. Three importantly dressed individuals. With a fourth shyly tagging along that you knew all too well.

“Hey it’s you again! Julian right?”

His piercing stare loosened, properly taking you into his sight. In contrast to all three sets of eyes now straying to him.

“You know this guy? No way, you do have friends!”

"Don't tease him Melissa. We are just here for a break."

A seemingly older member of their group chimed in. With two out of the four's names being disclosed. "I don't like alcohol, do you guys have anything else?" A boy-teen-person? With long tamed hair leaned over the counter scouting out the drinks. The rest of the group scoffed in unison. "Don't huff at me you guys aren't even allowed to drink!" Pony-tail wasted no time ratting out his fellow travel mates.

"Damnit Yin, now I'll never get to try some."

"How about you just wait like normal people!"

Awkwardly third--fifth wheeling the conversation you rested the glasses back into their caddy.

"So cola for everyone?"

"From before, the drink. Thank you."

Deviating your eyebrows from resting position your stare intensified. "I thought you were not allowed to drink? Oh man-I already served you before."

"I can. Thank...you." The coins flew across the counter once more. He did not seem interested in arguing the matter. And neither were you, prepping the fruitful concoction once more.

"WHAT? I want one too!" The girl, Melissa? Had taken coins from the elder's pockets and dished them forward. "Would you mind me asking, just how old you guys are? Just for my sanity."

"Not old enough. I will take a Gimlet. Mocktails if you can for the rest." He whispered the last bit , concealing the truth from the party.

"That makes two of us--four of us?"

"What." The man of blaring blue hair had dilated his eyes in a concerned manner. "Oh yeah I can't drink either, I just work here."

A sly series of stares burned holes through your soul as you stood awkwardly. “So, I’ll get those drinks for you.”

Glass clinking across the island perked the eldest’s attention to retrieve the beverages. “Hey we should probably get goin’ soon so we get there in time.” Yin dutifully commented downing his faux liquor.

Viciously digging through his pockets, the blonde boy wearily peered over at Xavier. And with his reluctant sigh, the bill was paid. “Thank you for your service. Let’s go.” The group exchanged bids of farewells, while exiting the doors.

With a boiling confliction within himself, your new regular slid a note on the counter. “I will return. Maybe, you—us can go.” Evidently struggling with his words, you briefly cut him off.

“Of course, if I’m not working that day, then of course.”

An acute smile disguised as a smirk fought its way onto his face as he regrouped with his friends outside. Eagerly awaiting to see you again.

I love Julian sm I’m kicking my feet in the air

Totally not proof read either I made this on my phone 😨

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hello big brother Brainrot!! (Can I call you Kuya? It means big brother in Tagalog and I'm Filipino :D) I've been reading your headcanons for a while now and they're so well written! They bring me a lot of comfort and I've had a few good cries as well, and it's all been a big help for getting me through my days.

I've been wondering if you could do headcanons for an MC with Tourette's Syndrome and/or some other tic disorder? How the M6 would react to seeing it the first time, how long it takes them to get used to sudden outbursts or movement from MC, stuff like that.

I have personal experience with this sort of thing, and seeing you write for it would mean a lot to me!! Of course there's no pressure, do what inspires you!! (My DMs are also open if you have any questions/need resources to do research if that's something required)

Much love!!

The Arcana HCs: When MC has Tourette's Syndrome

~ @e1i-neverrests hi friend! I'd be honored if you called me Kuya :D Thank you so much for this prompt, it was so much fun talking about it with you! - brainrot ~

Julian

Do you have any idea what an absolute fountain of potential vocal tics this man is? How many funny little noises or striking ways of saying things he does on a daily basis? He's a library

Everything from his classic "Ohoho" laugh to his scandalized "what's this?!" to the "hmm"s, "haw"s, and "no no no no no"s that he mutters as he pours over his scrawled notes

To hear all of those repeated back to him at random intervals is an adjustment, surely, but not one he finds he minds too much

If you have a tic that involves smacking yourself anywhere, he's very quick to bundle up his coat and put it in harm's way to save you a bruise or two when he sees it making an appearance

Quick to offer to hold your things for you. He likes to do this for his friends and loved ones as it is, your tics are just an extra opening for him to demonstrate his love language and feel extra gallant

Genuinely doesn't mind getting accidentally hit. It's caused him to sputter in surprise once or twice, but otherwise he either doesn't notice or uses it as an excuse to check you over for any hurts

He's your doctor, okay? He loves any opportunity to give you attention, medical included if he can hold your hands to do so

Asra

Genuinely one of the most soothing presences, they've felt like home to you for as long as you can remember and they can bring your stress levels down in just about any situation

He's been giving you his arm to lean on or hand to lead you around for years now. If for some reason you feel the need to mask and a squeezable hand helps, he's all yours. Might gently squeeze back

If for some reason or another things are really acting up in public and you need a breather, they can and will whisk you into a quiet spot where you can have the space you need until it passes

Totally in love with your vocal tics. If it's just the two of you in the shop and he hears you say one that tickles his fancy, he's echoing it back to you in a very silly game of audio catch

Will also finish phrases to turn them into different sentences, each with a funnier meaning until you're both laughing

Always checks in on how you're doing physically if they've noticed frequent motor tics, especially if they might make your muscles sore or make you dizzy or give you bruises

Can massage the soreness out of anything and never gets tired of doing so after a long or stressful day

Nadia

From the moment she's met you, she has never once remarked on your tics without you bringing them up first. She has never let them pose any obstacle to your conversations or connection

And she certainly doesn't tolerate any kind of rudeness. Valerius made the poor choice of making a cutting remark in your direction once and Nadia's comeback brought him close to tears

Nobody else has dared to give you grief in her presence since

One of the times that you brought up your Tourette's with her, she did ask if you had any related sensory preferences when it came to clothing so she could make sure you were dressed comfortably

She also paid attention to your more physical tics and you've noticed that any part of your body prone to getting bumped or thumped as a result has a subtle extra layer of padding on them

Makes sure you have plenty of big pockets to hold things for you when you're not using them actively

Always finds ways to make big events as low stress for you as possible, complete with little alcoves to duck into if you want a break from the crowds here and there

Totally unfazed if she gets accidentally whacked

Muriel

You made him jump so many times the first few days he spent around you. He's not used to sudden - well, anything!

Which isn't to say that he had any particularly negative feelings about your tics. Even if you hadn't had them, he'd have still needed an adjustment period to hearing another voice nearby at night

There was a point later where you talked about it with him, and he compared you to a songbird. The sounds and motions you make are just another strain of the symphony of his forest home

(what he'll never admit to, though you do notice, is that sometimes a vocal tic will get stuck in his head, and then he'll start mumbling or humming it to himself randomly as he goes about his day)

He doesn't talk much as it is, and with how nervous it often makes him to share his thoughts, he did have a short learning curve as far as talking past or over your tics in conversation

Always happy to carry things for you, or give you his hand to squeeze. Genuinely doesn't notice half the times you accidentally whack him while you're holding hands

Regularly puts his hand between you and whatever you're at risk of smacking, without ever thinking or acting like it's a big deal

Portia

She can talk right past your tics to the point that anyone else in the conversation barely notices they're even happening

She didn't tiptoe around your Tourette's either - within a couple hours of knowing you, she bluntly asked about it, and once you explained it to her she nodded in understanding and kept on

Has the kind of reflexes that let her catch just about anything that accidentally starts to fall (or fly) from your hands

Known to echo your vocal tics, just for the sheer joy of it. You could mumble "hello" while you're doing the dishes and she'll cheerfully shout it back from where she's sweeping the floor

Super in tune to how you're feeling in social situations, and can pick up on anyone making you feel uncomfortable before you say anything about it. Ruthless at smacking down rude comments

Also has a knack for finding quiet spots if you start to feel a tic attack coming. She'll smoothly ask the host if they have a guest room to duck into and lead you there without batting an eyelash

Never really sure what to do with motor tics that get destructive, besides inviting you to lie in her lap and take deep breaths and let her put salve on any bruises or sore muscles later

Lucio

It was a rough start, let's be real

Quite simply, he didn't understand why it happened, it was something about you that he'd never seen in anyone else, and it made for prime teasing material when he got annoyed or upset

He quickly snapped out of it and developed more empathy, of course, but it still took a while for him to learn how not to help

Trying to hold you back from motor tics, for example

Eventually he just learned to tune most of it out, to the point that he doesn't notice it's even happening half the time. That's just his partner's built-in soundtrack

The few times mimicking him has been one of your tics, he's been absolutely delighted and puffed out his chest whenever it happened. That's right! He's something worth imitating!!

Tried putting his metal arm in the way of potentially destructive motor tics a couple times, only to find out that hitting the metal often hurt you more than hitting yourself

Once or twice, over the course of his "become a better person" journey, he did adapt one of your vocal tics as a swear (mostly because it was stuck in his head) it was ... quite something

[theendofmina]

OQJAHWHWU so I’m making an Yandere Bisexual Visual novel bases on 2010s (more details on pinned post ;)) so I said that I would show the characters so here there are xoxo

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Mina ♀ (18 years old) (Main character):

You know her! Our little darling protagonist! And as you may know, she has a really shitty luck. Things as simple like walking with new shoes and step on dogs shit, or things like her boyfriend breaking up with her while she passing by her worst depression.

She can be disrespectful sometimes but she it’s really sweet :))

She works part-time as babysitter of a sweet girl called Jeannette and also she doesn’t miss any section with her total normal therapist!

Erina ♀ (18 years old):

Mina’s boyfriend’s best girl friend.

“I’m kinda one of the boys,” you know what I mean. But still, she’s cute, kind, and so sweet… At least that’s what everyone says. At this point, Mina honestly thinks everyone is crazy for that. It’s hard to openly hate someone everyone likes, but now that Mina’s boyfriend is dead, she’s starting to show her true colors…

Just another obstacle on the way. <333

Kitty ♂ (19 years old):

Everything about him is a Spoiler.

But let me think…If that’s what you thinking, he it’s androgynous and very pretty tho. Looks like a woman and a man had a child (lol).

He it’s kinda…weird, Mina doesn’t know how to describe it but she feels a strange vibe coming from him. But don’t worry! He it’s a softy, not for everyone ofc. Mina doesn’t know why but she feels like kitty has always an eye on her, even in their first meet. Maybe he knows something we don’t (T_T).

Rochelle ♀ (20 years old):

You know that ur trauma is going to hit hard when u spot a goth girl (jk). Ex-Mina’s friend from church, they used to be bible study buddies! :D

But Rochelle disprove Mina decisions on that time so their relationship..didn’t ended very well…Even if many years passed, the relationship it’s still pretty tense. She it’s rude, loves baking and cats! Like kitty, when she tolerates you she start being more likeable. Doesn’t become a softie but aleast you don’t feel like she wants to kill ya.

Somethings look like they hate each other, sometimes like an average lesbian couple. Who knows? Maybe that hate isn’t hate after all ;)

Jane ♀ (22 years old):

Rochelle’s older sister! She it’s more likable than her sister, Aleast she doesn’t insult at random people when she gets mad. 

Reasonable but sometimes dry, she loves her little sister and hers other 6 siblings :3

“Female Supremacy” aaah vines 😭

She meet Mina by Rochelle, at first she didn’t care of her but after Mina’s boyfriend dead…she has her suspicions.

BUT she isn’t in Mina hating club (yet) and MAYBE Mina can convince her that she isn’t that bad. 

Leonard ♂ (23 years old):

I love him, mina love him, you gonna love him and everyone loves him. He it’s Mina’s brother-in-law, and GOSH he it’s such sweetheart. Everyone’s friend, loves coffee like he REALLY LOVES COFFEE also has little crush on Mina..but that doesn’t matter.

He doesn’t have his left eye bc [REDACTED] but anyways, being friends with him will make others hate you a little less so be nice to him! He it’s only little silly guy :3

Even if he wants to be more than friends…and now with his brother out of the way, that can be a dream come true! Go white boy! Go!

Julian ♂ (??? years old):

Well…it’s kinda complicated..

Julian it’s Mina’s therapist and nurse on the local hospital, overworked and underpaid. He knows Mina better than anyone! Even more than her now ex-boyfriend…

He it’s so caring and kind with Mina, everyone respects him…everyone except Kitty..mmm…weird.

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Down With Me (Chapter Three)

I am so happy to be updating this!!! I finally have the free time to do so :)

Also on AO3!

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

A few weeks had passed since Julian and Ricky returned to Sunnyvale, and life in the trailer park continued to be a blend of chaos and simplicity that Roxie had grown to enjoy. She and Julian hadn’t spent much time together beyond their brief conversations in the mornings or the occasional friendly wave as they passed each other. Roxie tried not to let it bother her, especially after hearing from Bubbles that Julian was seeing a new woman—a cop, no less, named Erica Miller. The revelation left Roxie with an odd, unfamiliar feeling gnawing at her.

She told herself she shouldn’t care, that she barely even knew Julian. Besides, she had come to Sunnyvale for a fresh start, not to get tangled up with anyone, least of all someone whose life already seemed tangled enough. But no matter how much she repeated this to herself, she couldn’t deny the pangs of jealousy that surfaced whenever she saw Erica’s police cruiser parked near Julian’s trailer or caught a glimpse of the two of them together, sharing easy smiles and lingering glances.

Determined not to dwell on it, Roxie started putting herself out there a bit more, letting loose on weekends and meeting a few guys around town. She figured maybe that would help distract her and get her mind off Julian. After all, she was free to do as she pleased, and she was starting to enjoy the freedom that came with her new life.

One night, after a couple of drinks at the local dive bar, Roxie ended up bringing a guy named Tony back to her trailer. He wasn’t anyone special, but he was kind enough and good-looking in a rugged way. When morning came, he left without much fanfare. But just as Tony was stepping down from her porch, Roxie spotted Julian watching from across the street, a hard-to-read expression on his face. She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment but managed to give him a small, defiant smile before disappearing back inside.

The next day, she went about her morning jog as usual, hoping Julian wouldn’t mention anything about what he’d seen. But as she rounded the bend and passed his trailer, he was there, leaning casually against the porch railing, his drink in hand.

“Morning, Roxie,” he greeted, his voice low and smooth.

“Morning, Julian,” she replied, slightly breathless from her run. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but she could feel her cheeks heating up as she remembered his stare from the day before.

Julian’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Then he spoke in a way that was gentle but direct. “Listen, I know you’re new around here, and you can obviously do whatever you want. But don’t settle for jerks, alright?”

The comment caught her off guard. She knew he wasn’t referring to Tony specifically, but something about his words felt… protective. She wasn’t sure whether to feel flattered or annoyed.

“I appreciate the advice, but I can handle myself, Julian,” she replied, a touch of defensiveness in her voice. “Besides, isn’t it a little rich coming from a guy who’s seeing the lady that comes around here to bust Ricky for selling weed out of his car?”

Julian looked slightly uncomfortable, and a brief, sheepish smile crossed his face. “Actually… Erica and I aren’t seeing each other anymore. She didn’t get it,” he said, his voice dropping to a quieter tone. “Didn’t understand my life here, what it means to look out for everyone in Sunnyvale.”

“Oh…Sorry,” Roxie’s expression softened at his words. “Guess it’s not easy being the neighborhood hero.”

He chuckled, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes. “Maybe. But this place, and the people in it… they matter to me.”

A warm feeling spread through Roxie’s chest, and she found herself smiling up at him. “Well, I get it. Sunnyvale’s… special.”

They shared a moment of silence, something unspoken passing between them. Roxie’s mind raced with thoughts and questions, wondering if maybe there was something deeper to Julian’s words. But before she could say anything, Ricky called out from down the street, waving frantically and clearly in the middle of another one of his predicaments.

“Julian, it’s Lahey, man! He’s all over my ass. Him and Randy keep talking about how they’re going to report me for selling on ‘trailer park property,’” Ricky said, rolling his eyes and making exaggerated air quotes. “As if they don’t smoke my stuff too! Bunch of fuckin’ hypocrites.

Julian leaned against Roxie’s porch railing, arms crossed, listening with a mix of frustration and concern. “Ricky, you’re supposed to be keeping things low-key. I thought you agreed to only sell outside the park from now on. You can’t be bringing all this heat here,” Julian said, glancing briefly at Roxie before shifting his attention back to Ricky.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But I gotta make a living somehow, and this is the only thing I know how to do. Look, I don’t got a plan, alright?” Ricky stopped mid-rant, looking between Julian and Roxie, as if an idea was starting to form in his mind. “Actually… Roxie, you don’t got a criminal record, do ya?”

Roxie blinked, taken aback. “Um, no? Why?”

Ricky grinned, looking at her with a spark of inspiration. “Perfect! You’re just the kinda person I need. They’re always watching me, right? But if you went in my place, just this one time to drop off something for one of my customers, Lahey and Randy would never expect it. I swear, it’ll be quick and easy.”

Julian’s jaw clenched slightly, and he shot a hard look at Ricky. “Absolutely not. Roxie’s not getting involved in this, Rick. Think of another way.”

Ricky groaned. “Come on, Julian! It’s one delivery. Besides, it’s a friend, not some sketchy guy. Roxie, you said you liked helping people out, right?”

Roxie hesitated, glancing between the two men. Ricky did have a point—she was all about helping out her neighbors when she could. Plus, despite her initial reservations, she liked the feeling of being a part of the community.

She felt Julian’s eyes on her, and when she met his gaze, his expression was unexpectedly intense, almost like he was disappointed in her for even considering it.

“Look, I can do it,” Roxie said, trying to sound reassuring. “It’s not a big deal, Julian. Just one delivery. I’m only going down the road, and I’ll be careful.”

“Roxie, you don’t need to be mixed up in this,” Julian said, his voice firm but a hint of frustration creeping in. “It’s not worth the risk.”

She furrowed her brow, feeling a little hurt by his reaction. “Why are you so upset? Ricky’s right—it’s not like they’re gonna watch me. I’m just helping out, that’s all.”

Ricky, sensing the tension between them, smirked and clapped his hands together. “See? Roxie’s in! She’s perfect for this. It’s just a one-time thing, Julian. Relax.

Julian looked away, his jaw tightening as he weighed his response. Finally, he sighed and muttered, “Fine. But if anything happens, it’s on you, Ricky. And you,” he turned to Roxie, his gaze softening, “you let me know if things start to feel off at all. No matter what.”

The way he was looking at her now—his concern so palpable—made her heart ache a little. She didn’t want him to worry, and she wasn’t exactly sure why he was so adamant about keeping her out of this. She only nodded, determined to show him that she could handle it.

“Got it,” she said with a small smile, trying to lift his spirits a little. But his frown stayed.

Ricky gave a triumphant grin, oblivious to the tension as he handed Roxie a nug of weed, nestled in some plastic wrap. 

“Alright, so here’s the deal. Just bring this over to old man Terry in lot 34. He’s a good guy, been a loyal customer for years. You’ll just knock, hand it over, he’ll give you the money, and be done. Easy.”

Roxie took the bag, gave Ricky a nod, and started off. But as she walked away, she couldn’t shake the feeling of Julian’s worried gaze on her back.

~

The delivery went off without a hitch, just as Ricky had said. Old man Terry, a kind but scruffy-looking guy with an oversized flannel, thanked her with a toothy smile and shut his door, leaving Roxie to walk back with a sense of accomplishment and cash in hand.

When she returned to her trailer, she found Julian waiting, leaning against her porch rail with his arms crossed. Relief softened his expression when he saw her. “Everything went okay?”

“Yeah, I told you it would,” she replied with a little grin, hoping he’d lighten up. “It’s not like I was robbing a bank or something.”

But Julian’s face remained serious. “I just don’t want you getting involved in stuff that could get you in trouble. You don’t need that. Especially here.”

“Why, though?” she pressed, folding her arms. “You trust Ricky and Bubbles with this stuff all the time, but when I step in, you’re all…upset. What’s the deal?”

Julian shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at the ground before meeting her eyes. “It’s different with you,” he finally said, his voice quieter. “Ricky and Bubbles…they’re used to this. But you just got here. You wanted a fresh start, didn’t you?”

Roxie softened a little, understanding where he was coming from but still feeling a pang of hurt. “I did. But that doesn’t mean I’m fragile, Julian. I like being part of things here, and that means helping out when people need it.”

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I know. I’m sorry if it seemed like I don’t think you’re capable. I just…” He trailed off, looking at her with something unspoken in his eyes, something she didn’t quite know how to name but that made her heart race.

“It’s alright,” she replied softly. “I just don’t want you to think I can’t handle things here.”

They stood there for a moment, an understanding hanging between them. Finally, Julian nodded, offering a faint smile. “Alright. But still, if anything goes down, you call me first.”

Roxie grinned. “Promise.”

Julian shook his head with a quiet laugh, heading back to join Ricky and Bubbles as they continued arguing about lot fees and Lahey’s latest schemes. As he walked away, Roxie felt a warmth settle over her. She might not understand all the nuances of Julian’s protectiveness, but the fact that he cared—well, that was more than she’d had in a long time.

[blossom-works]

Home for My Heart: Blue Lock

It was only a matter of time before you introduced Kylian Mbappe to the world of anime, and lucky for you, there just happens to be one all about football.

Another Kylian fic is scheduled to be posted on Sept. 1 (sneak peek)

A college friend of yours introduced you to anime one day, and you have not looked back since. Since technology can be a little sketchy, a lot of your FYPs have anime content amongst other things. It only made sense that an anime about football (soccer) popped up since about 50% of your FYPs consist of the sport. Mainly about Kylian since you basically like all his posts and almost all posts about him (you refuse to tell your boyfriend though).

Whenever you found free time, at work or at home, you would use it to watch Blue Lock. You love the show and the characters. You do not watch sports-related animes, but you do know that the majority of them are about teamwork. With Blue Lock though, the writer focuses on the players' egos. Pretty realistic since most if not all footballers have a big ego. You have had to reprimand Kylian a couple of times for "having his head too far up his ass to see straight".

While you already love the show, you love it even more since one of the characters is inspired by Kylian himself. Julian Loki. A seventeen-year-old player from France who is known for his speed on the field. Sounds a little familiar, huh? You wondered what Kylian would have to say about his 2D doppelganger. Only one way to find out.

Since your schedule is not as busy as it usually is, you told your boyfriend that you will be picking him up from practice. You have picked him up a couple of times so it is not something new to you. You even keep the parking pass that Kylian gave you in your glove compartment. Your manicured nails dance around your phone screen, telling Kylian to come outside. About five minutes later you spot Kylian coming out with a couple of his teammates, duffle bag in hand. He smiles and waves "goodbye" to them before jogging to your sedan. From your windshield, you gleefully wave to your boyfriend and unlock the doors.

Throwing his (stinky) bag in the backseat, Kylian hops into the passenger and gives you a quick kiss. "Salut bébé."

You give him another kiss and say "Tu m'as manqué, Julien." You try to give him another kiss, but Kylian backs away from you with a look that definitely tells you that he is offended you called him some other name. I missed you, Julien.

"Who the hell is 'Julien?" Kylian swears that if this is what he thinks it is, he might just go ballistic. This is a dream, right? Like when you were mad at Kylian because he cheated on you in your dreams (you can read It's Not What It Looks Like here). This is his turn to be mad at you cause you cheated in his dreams. Right?

You kind of feel bad for making Kylian's mind go haywire, but you still have yet to get back at him for cheating on you with his ex (in your dreams). "Que veux-tu dire? Julian est mon petit ami. Voir?" You take out your phone and pull up a screenshot you took of Julian Loki at the end of Blue Lock's second selection. What do you mean? Julien is my boyfriend. See?

Kylian snatches your phone as fast as he is on the field and practically shoves it in his own face. His brows are furrowed and you can see that he is clenching his jaw. When Kylian realizes that the photo you pulled up is a drawing, he resists the urge to throw your phone out the car window.

"On ne peut pas dire des choses pareilles ! J'étais sur le point de perdre ma merde." Kylian tosses your phone in your lap and clips his seatbelt in. He crosses his arms and sinks into the seat like a pouting child who did not get their HappyMeal. Is this what you looked like that night? Cause if you did, you can see why Kylian found it funny. You can't say such things! I was about to lose my shit.

Deciding to tease him further you start poking his side. "Oh, come on babe. I love both of you equally. Well...not really." Kylian's head twitches to the side just slightly. "He's a 2D character who's also seventeen. I would be considered a predator if I was dating him." Your boyfriend shakes his head and starts the car for you, making you laugh.

You unclip your seatbelt and lean over the center console, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. "Don't be such a baby~" When you try to turn his head so you can kiss him, Kylian puts up a fight. He turns his head away from you and even flexes the muscles in his neck.

'If that's how he wants to play...'

You lean over even more so you are practically sitting in Kylian's lap with your legs over the center console. The positioning is a little uncomfortable but you are determined to win. You kiss his shoulder then his clavicle, his chin, the side of his jaw, his cheeks, the corner of his mouth, and this his lips. You hold your position in hopes that Kylian will give in to it. When he does not, you pull away only to have Kylian's lips chasing yours. Internally smirking, you and Kylian have a semi-makeout session in your car.

Kylian is bigger than you in every way, so he practically devours your mouth. His hands stabilize you on his lap with no intention of loosening his grip. With your left arm wrapped around his shoulders, you use your right hand to cup Kylian's cheek to deepen the kiss. You whine when you feel Kylian bite your bottom lip before sucking on it. When Kylian pulls away you try to coax him back to your lips but he busies himself with your neck. Finding that one spot and latching on until a mark is left. If only you two were not in the Real Madrid parking lot and if only you were not on your period would things go further.

"I really hate you sometimes." Kylian pouts, trying to catch his breath and calm himself from doing some very inappropriate things in a public setting.

Chuckling, you snuggle yourself in the crook of his neck, ignoring the smell of must and sweat on him. "I'm sorry~"

"You don't sound sorry."

Shuffling back into the driver's seat, you turn the car back on (you turned it off when you climbed into Kylian's lap). Clipping yourself into the seat, you put the car in drive. "But seriously, you should look up Julien Loki. He's a character from an anime I've been watching. He was inspired by you, ya know?"

"Really? What's the anime about?" Kylian never really watched anime unless you put it on. Sometimes you will watch a show before bed but at those times Kylian is already half-asleep.

"Football."

Why are you not surprised that it takes that one word to get Kylian on board. The man truly lives and breathes for the sport. On the drive home, Kylian watches the first episode on his phone. It seems that it intrigued him enough that he opened a subscription to Crunchyroll when you got home. Then you guys watched Blue Lock for the rest of the night. That is until-

"Why'd you turn it off? We were just getting to the good part!" Kylian whines. You roll your eyes and hide the remote behind your back.

"Ky, you have practice tomorrow. You need to go to bed." You hold your hand out to him. "Bedtime."

My gosh, will you make millions, no, billions of dollars if you could record Kylian's reaction. He slumps against the couch and lets out a loud sigh. He opens his mouth to rebuttal but you do the universal "Nuh-Ah!" making him close his mouth before a sound can come out. You point upstairs while giving your child a stern look. Frustrated, Kylian drags his feet up the stairs and into your shared bedroom while muttering something under his breath.

Rolling your eyes you make sure everything is situated before following him. Oh shit! His phone! Rushing up the steps and almost tripping, you run into your room and there he is. On his phone watching the next episode of Blue Lock. Before he can sense you are there, you take the phone away from him.

"But-"

"Either you go to bed or I crease all your sneakers." To show Kylian how serious you are, you take a step to the side where the walk-in closet is. Not wanting to make the threat into a reality, Kylian huffs and turns away from you. You roll your eyes for the millionth time today and keep your boyfriend's phone on your side of the bed.

When Kylian eventually got to finish the series, he watched the last episode of the first season again on the TV. Only this time he asked you to take a picture of him and his doppelganger so he can post it on his Instagram story. This eventually gets out to the original writer and the producers of the anime. They contact Kylian's personal PR team and somehow convince Kylian to come out to Japan for a mini-event. It is a whole event. There is even a lifesize cardboard cutout of Julian Loki doing Kylian's signature pose.

You wanted to get a picture of yourself posing like you were about to kiss Julien's cheek, but Kylian dragged you away. The photos Kylian did take are all aesthetically blurry too. You might post it on your Instagram later on. The funniest part of your trip to Japan is when Kylian asked which character is your favorite, fully expecting you to say Julien Loki.

"Oh, that's easy. Nagi." What makes this even funnier (to you at least) is that a Nagi cutout is right beside you. "Wait." Ah! There is still hope!

"Chigiri is pretty cool. I mean he's nicknamed the 'Red Panther'. Kunigami is awesome. Barou is a pain but I like his character. Isagi is the main character. Bachira is funny and loveable. Reo is cool. He just can't handle rejection well. The U-20 players are pretty cool too. Rin is the stoic cool type of character." On and on you go. Listing all the characters you can think of. All except for the character that was inspired by Kylian himself.