#just a small idea I had based off of some art I saw

[spaceless-vacuum]

Link and Zelda walking down the castle halls. The yellow tint of the sunlight coming through the windows illuminate the pictures on the walls. They are all paintings of the past. All stricking, all dynamic, all of them artwork of the two of them working together to save the kingdom.

Zelda hesitates before one picture. It's of a terrible battle during the Civil war. Link had fallen off his horse and wasn't quick enough to stop an enemy blade that would have found its way to his heart. Zelda jumped in front of him. Not caring for her own life in the heat of the moment. she ended up saving him from the mortal blow. The still image of acrylic masterfully painted was of this scene.

She stared at the picture. She could feel what it was like to be there. The moment the blade hit, the force of the hold Link had on her, and the cry he gave before rushing the poor soul who had wounded her.

A sigh escaped her lips, and in moments like these she was glad she was a strong and resilient individual. Even if she was traumatized and isolated from the rest of the world she was still herself. Lifetime after lifetime she would carry the memories so her friend didn't need to. His soul was far too good to hurt with even more weight.

Link stared at her unaware of the moment she just remembered. He didn't share in the memories of his past lives. He didn't need to know how terrible it all was. It was alright that he was alright. She would care for him until the sun gave out. That was where her true strength lied. Inside of him.

[girliism]

nerdy!art who based on his physique and good looks should be getting any and every girl he wants but instead he chooses to hide away in his books. he’s top of all his classes and does extra credit work for fun on the weekends, according to his roommate patrick he’s kind of a loser that needs to get out more. patrick invites him out to a lot of parties but art just ends up in the corner nursing only one drink before leaving early.

you were the opposite everyone on campus knew you. you went to every party thrown but you weren’t some slut you just liked being around people. now you weren’t stupid by any means but you also weren’t top of your classes.

“what do you mean i’m failing.” you looked at your math professor who just told you that if you don’t pass this upcoming test you’d fail his class. “i don’t think you’re understanding the material very well that’s why i assigned you a tutor.” a tall blonde with thick rimmed glasses walks up to your professors desk. “this is art, i’ve asked him to help.” art gave you a small wave. you’ve seen art around campus sitting under trees reading or stuck in the corner at a party. he was quiet only spoke when spoken to, you had no idea he was even in this class.

art cleared his throat. “you can come by my dorm tomorrow if you’re free.” art held on the door for you to walk out of. “tomorrows fine with me. you’re patrick’s roommate right?” art nodded “cool! i can get your dorm number from a friend of mine.” you smiled big at him. art gave you a closed mouth smile back before you guys waved goodbye.

“can you please not be here when she comes over.” it was saturday the day of yours and art’s tutoring session and he’s been cleaning up their dorm. “right i forgot you’re having a girl over.” patrick says raising eyebrows up and down before placing his cereal bowl in the sink not bothering to wash it. art pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge. “we’re just studying.” he mumbles going to wash patrick’s dish. patrick ended up leaving so art had the dorm to himself when you showed.

you sat on the couch in their dorm studying the place instead of the math problem art was trying to explain. “you got lucky pairing with zweig this dorm is partially an apartment.” art stopped talking to look around his dorm before shrugging going back to teaching you. “ugh i’m so jealous i’d kill for a dorm this big-” “you like to distracted yourself from your work when you don’t understand it.” art said cutting you off. you just stared at him not knowing what to say. art senses the awkward tension he created. “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you feel bad just if you payed attention i think you could really get it.” art spoke softly and you just nodded finally shutting up and listening to him.

studying with art was kinda fun. every saturday you’d meet at his dorm and listen to explain more in depth what your professor didn’t. at first art was very rigid but after a while you got him to loosen up. he now laughed openly with you and made stupid math jokes.

“ART!” you ran over to where he was sitting under a tree. art closed his book standing up when he saw you rushing toward him. “look what i did.” you shoved you test paper in his face smiling. “a B congratulations you’ve officially passed.” you couldn’t contain the squeal that came out of you when you pulled art into a tight hug. “no thanks to you. how will i ever repay you.” you pouted. art just shook his head saying there was no need. you gasp. “delta phi is having a party tonight you have to come and hang out with me.” the second art heard the frat name he was already declining. “parties aren’t really my thing.” art scratches at the back of his head. “bullshit dondalson, you saved me from failing which mean we have to celebrate. you’re coming weither you like it or not.” you gave art an excited smile and he gave you a nervous one back.

(a part 2 will be happening 🙏🏽) part 2.

[ghostieyanyan]

Is it ok if I can ask for a yandere Rollo Flamme? I like the idea of Rollo because he’s already based off a yandere villain so it makes sense. And I think Rolli would like to get close to Yuu cuz they don’t have any magic so they’re seen as ‘pure’ in Rollo’s eyes. Maybe Rollo can be seen trying hard to control his urges at the fireplace or he captured MC and tried to burn them at the stake like in the movie? Your choice.

hehehe... why not just add salt to injure? what if mc has pyrophobia, a fear of fire?

~Let the fire purify you~

Yan!Rollo x Pyrophobia!Mc

Warnings: Fire, burning, kidnapping, anxiety attack, chains, gag, breakdown,

~~~

Rollo hated magic... with a passion. A passion that burned so bright that hurricanes, rainstorms, floods, and tsunami together couldn't extinguish this flame of pure hatred.

How does no one sees the danger of magic? How many lives have to be taken in the hand of magic for people to understand this is a problem? He guesses that its one of humanities sin, playing dumb, playing ignorant, until it becomes someone they care about that gets hurt. its always like that... why could people just see things through his lenses BEFORE someone got hurt...

But for now, he just has to do gods work for everyone else, until they see things his ways...

He had a plan. a plan that will solve this problem before it could get worst. The plan to get rid of magic, from one of the most powerful mages in twisted wonderland, to the student "prodigies" of that sick, sinful school, to the townsfolks of Fleur city, to every inch of Twisted wonderland.

With this crazy plan, he'll make, no, he'll force everyone to see how he sees life should be. he didnt care on who got hurt-

until-

he met Night Raven College's gem in the rock, their Perfect. When all the students were introducing themselves, when it was your turn. He swore the world stopped and he would have swore on his life that he saw wings and a halo on you. You looked, spoke, and acted like an angel. you even allow these sinful... beasts... breathe the same air as you. then you have an ACTUAL beast as a familiar. don't tell grim that.

your heart and soul must be made out of pure gold. he has to protect it at all cost. he will use his own body to shield you from magical blast and then some to keep your purity in tact. he will move mountains and redivert lakes, rivers, seas, and oceans for you. Rollo Flamme will make you into his deity that he worships.

~

All the students decided to split into groups and explore Fleur City, after they got changed.

to say Rollo thought you looked breathe taking in your glorious masquerade outfit was an understatement. he was about to come up to you and compliment you, maybe even starting small talk with you but a certain lizard decided to be the first to do so...

Of course that monster would be charmed by an angel like you. Evil loves to tempt with good.

no matter, he'll just have to see you another time but if he gets too busy..? He'll make time for you.

~

Rollo lead you into his office, you didn't mind too much because he was telling you all about the school's history and art. it is a really pretty school, it gives very romantic feelings.

when you finally made it into his office, you froze at the doorway at seeing the fire place. Rollo quickly notices and puts out the flame with a very helpful near by bucket. You were grateful that Rollo was very accommodating to your fears.

you thanked him and sat down across from him while Rollo sat in his chair.

"I'm very sorry for asking you to meet me at this ungodly hour but i just needed your input on something and if i didn't ask you, i would have had a sleepless night tossing and turning." Rollo said as he got everything on his desk organized.

"hehe, its alright. I just happen to have a restless night myself.. but i don't mind the company."

"oh my that sounds awful. what seems to be troubling you?"

"w-well.."

It was really hard to tell someone you only just recently met that you had a "bad feeling" about something and how so far, in twisted wonderland, its always comes true...

"well.. i think... maybe, its just the 'sleeping at a new place' feeling and I'm just not getting use to it. but I'm sure its fine. heh.."

"hmm.."

Rollo seemed satisfied with that answer and continues, by leaning towards you on the desk.

"i know i asked you about this before, but id like to discuss it with you more in depth... hmm?"

since Rollo put out the fire place, there was only a small lamp on the desk to shine light in the room. you kind of wished that the fire place was still lit... cause everything in this scenario was telling you to run and never look back..

"o-okay..? what would you like to know..?"

Rollo smiled and leaned back into his chair.

"as a magicless student in a full school of magical.. mages, aren't you scared they might... turn and hurt you..?"

the way he worded that made you feel more unnerved.. you trusted your friends in Night Raven College. Even the ones that did try to hurt you, they still came to your defense and help and protected you when you needed them.. you trusted them with your life and having this man tell you "you shouldn't because they can use magic" was... laughable...

"no.. because they've earn my trust and I've earn theirs..!"

"Earned..?"

Rollo's face darkened as you stood up from the chair you were sitting in.

"I'm sorry Rollo. Thank you for your hospitality but i have to go."

you start walking to the door but stopped.

"with however you feel about magic, i wont sit down and let you disrespect them just because they possess a special ability and i don't. It doesn't make them less of a person. Magic or no magic."

you walked to the door but before you could even touch the doorknob, you feel a body press against your back, pinning you against the door. you couldn't even move, much less move the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet angel~... i guess.. I'll just have to show you myself then~"

you see a quick purple blur and then tightness around your throat. Rollo was using his signature purple and gold handkerchief to strangle you! you tried to struggle. you tired to jab your elbow into his chest but his uniform was too thick for it to do any good.

You started to feel light headed then everything you saw was slowly turning black. the last thing you saw was Rollo, and the insanity in his eyes.

~

you had so many questions...

why you? was it because you don't have magic so you were "easy"? aren't there other people in twisted wonderland without magic? you just happened to go to a school "for" magic users so of course you'll see it a lot.

what's so bad about magic? ya it almost killed you here and there but it also almost killed either the user or other people around you.. but afterwards everything would have been fine. Plus you didn't blame the magic for those situations. you couldn't even say you blamed the user. some deserved the blame.. but not everyone..

how did you get here..? probably from your big mouth, you should have been smart when you were talking to Rollo. he was already giving you weird vibes and you just had to make it worst

you had more questions but you knew none of them would get answered..

you started to slowly open your eyes..

where are you..? what's this sound..? why cant you move..?

you slowly looked around, you remember this place... Rollo showed you, with your friends. the big bell, the bell of Solace. you noticed that you were alone though..

you looked around some more, you looked out from where you sat on the floor. it was dark out but with an orange hue... was the sun rising..? what's going on?

you went to take a step, to look out but something stopped you. a cold hand..? no..? a chain?!

if you weren't fully awake then, now you are! the chain was short, at least 2 feet long from the floor, it was attached to both your ankles. you could only go so far out.

what happened?! what's going on?!?

you started breathing heavily, tears started to form. you felt so confused, so lost. someone, anyone, please hel-

"oh my dear! you're awake."

your blood became ice, you looked up to see an uncomfortably happy Rollo.. he had a basket of breads and fruits.

"i was so worried that you'll never wake up. I'm very happy you did~"

with a heavy chest, you spoke.

"what's going on, Rollo!? Why are we here? why am i-?"

"oh within time my dear angel~ we just have to wait for those flowers to do their miracles. in the meantime, eat. you've been sleeping for a while and-"

"flowers..? what are you-...? Rollo...."

you took a deep breathe to try to settle your nerves.

"Please, Rollo... I'm scared. please tell me what's going on."

he looks at you and sighed, placing the basket down on a near by table. He then walked over to you and sat beside you, motioning you to come closer to him.

You did. you don't really have a choice right now..

"I'm making our perfect little world my love~ our paradise~"

you looked at the man like he was crazy. he was, at this point. But he continues.

"the Crimson flowers, the one that looks like fire, the flowers i shown you when you toured the city, they have the ability to take a mage's magic until they are just magicless people.. like you."

you stared at him but he kept smiling.

"magicless.. like me..?"

"yes my dear, then everyone in this world would have to understand magic is like a poisonous weed that has to be pulled out. or it'll spread to the other crops."

you just stared. you couldn't bare to keep looking at him so you turned to look at anything else..

magicless like you... no.. this isn't right. this cant happened!

Rollo thought the conversation was over and sat up to get the basket.

"Before this started, i made sure to get some food. i thought you'll be hungry so-"

"...mon...ster..."

Rollo froze. he was facing the backet and didn't turn around.

"excuse me..?"

you stood up, leaning against the wall, as best as you could. You knew your big mouth was gonna put you in a tough situation again but- what were you suppose to do?

"you, Rollo Flamme, are a monster."

he slowly turned to you, his eyes screamed murder. even if your body is shaking, from fear, from anxiety, from anger, maybe all of them at once's, but you kept your eye contact with Rollo.

You knew a comment like that will hurt him. you knew you couldn't physically harm him but you just wanted to hurt him like he planned to do the same to everyone you cared for..

the silence was deafening.

Rollo took some slow steps to you and leaned down to your level.

"take. that. back."

"no. cause i didn't say anything wrong.."

you hear Rollo take a deep breath and he quickly snaked his hand to grab the nape of your neck. you let out a gasp, from the sudden movement. he straighten his posture and brought you to his eye level.

"it's seems that those... mages.. have filled you with their poison. I'll just have to purify you myself. don't say i didn't warn you, my angel.."

he dragged you to a window and made you look outside. the entire city was filled with those flowers but... the looks of those flowers... made it look like you were in the middle of a raging firestorm. you felt your stomach drop. you felt cold shivers, and you didn't even realized that tears were falling. when you looked more, you noticed that the "fire" was slowly climbing the tower you were in.

you were about to let out a blood curdling scream but you were stopped by Rollo tying that purple handkerchief into a makeshift gag for you.

After that, he threw you, face down into the ground. Your body was shivering from fear so intensely, to the point that it feels like you lost complete control over your body. you couldn't even fight back when Rollo tied your hands together.

"i, really, am sorry for this my sweet angel~ but i have to get rid of the poison that those mages put in you... you have to be purified."

Rollo walked off and came back holding a fireplace poker. it was glowing red and you could see smoke coming off of it. where he got that, you didn't know but your attempt to get away from him was met with a wall against your back.

you felt your head spin, you were trembling to no return, the hot tears wouldn't stop, and the makeshift gag he put on you was now soak with tears, saliva, and snot.

Rollo kept walking towards you, in an agonizing slow pace.

"don't worry, my angel love~ after this, all will be forgiven~"

when he went to grab your face, he-

"MC!!"

those are.. familiar voices.. you know those voices..

"tch.. i suppose your punishment will have to wait my love. apparently, ill have to finish these pesky mages off myself."

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Idk if this is a good ask idea😭

But maybe tom and fem reader who are like childhood friends (also with bill) but she finally realized she was in love with him when he started to become popular and all the other girls where like fangirling. Like she noticed that she was getting kinda jealous

Thank you, I love your acc! And that you write for the kaulitz twins :)

(hello! Thank you for requesting, this still may suck bc I'm adjusting to writing for them now and rank you for visiting my account! Hopefully you like this, it's sorta my first jealous reader one so it still may suck. Enjoy!)

Number One Girl

It was no secret of how close you were to Tokio Hotel, you had grown up with practically all of them.

You weren't in the band, but that didn't stop your friends from dragging you along to every city and concert they did.

Tom and Bill had always been with you, they just came into your lives one day and blended in perfectly.

Same with Gustav and Georg, somehow you all just clicked.

Especially when you and Tom got older, the boy somehow grew more confident and enjoyed flirting with you on any occasion.

Especially when he rose in fame with his friends, often dragging you onto stage or taking hints at you in interviews.

But you guys were never anything more, just friends, but some would think differently sometimes.

You did too, honestly. The more people confused you both as a couple, affection was never hidden as he often had his hand on your hip, hugging you from behind or even kissing your cheek.

You couldn't deny that you do the same to him, but it always felt different then when you would kiss Bill, Gustav or Georg on their cheeks or hug them.

Somehow, it was different with Tom.

Was it wrong to feel that way about him? Especially as he got more popular as time went on? Or how much his own fan base grew?

So that's how you landed here, forced by Tom to sit at a signing with him, Bill, Gustav and Georg.

"Oh, come on." Tom nudged you with his leg under the table as he saw your bored face.

"You get to see how many people want my autograph." Tom joked, pushing his face closer to yours as you laughed and pushed it away.

"I could be doing anything else, Tom. Yet I'm forced to sit here, like a hostage." You shook your head, the smile on Tom's face never changing.

"You'd gladly do it anytime." Tom said, kissing you on your cheek once before a girl came up to the table with a CD.

"Hey." Tom turned his attention to the girl, just as you turned to Bill who tapped your shoulder.

"(Name)," Bill called to you, showing you a piece of art a fan that recently walked away had given him.

"They drew their own version of the band logo." Bill smiled, holding the art work and showcasing it to you as you smiled.

The art was genuinely great, and it only added to Bill's smile.

"It's good, who gave it to you?" You asked, looking around as Bill pointed out a girl, about to introduce her name before security behind you guys jumped up.

"Hey!" Security yelled, you turned around just to see a girl kissing Tom on the cheek before she hurried off with her friends.

You stared at him with a raised brow as Tom laughed.

"It's all right." Tom reassured the security, laughing it off.

"What was that?" You asked Tom, the boy looking at you to see your face as you stared at him expectantly.

A smile came into his face, examining the unfamiliar look on your face as you eyed down the running girl still, turning to eye down him once more.

"What? She kissed my cheek." Tom tapped his cheek, proudly saying it as you merely shook your head at him.

Tom's fangirl had hugged him before and you saw but you had never seen one kiss him on his cheek before.

That was something you always did and have always done for him since you guys were kids.

"Aw, are you jealous?" Tom laughed, leaning closer to you as you scoffed at him, a small smile somehow finding its way into your lips.

"Don't worry, you're still number one." Tom smirked playfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, his head now in your neck as he gave your jaw a small peck.

"Number one? I better be the only one, Tom." You looked back down at him with a look he knew too well.

"We'll see, I have to have my options open." Tom joked sarcastically, stopping once he saw your face change.

"Nevermind, you're the only one." Tom shook his head, giving your temple one last kiss.

You couldn't help but shake your head at him once more.

Tom was Tom, and you wouldn't expect him to be able to control fans, but as long as you were around, your spot as his number one would always be safe.

Has been for years, always will be for the years to come.

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | part. 04

a/n: King of My Heart was supposed to be mainly a "normal" series, not much Social Media content, and though I like doing those chapters they limit my imagination at some point. So I decided to mix it, I'm going to alternate chapters, and we are gonna have the best of both worlds (or so I hope), seeing people react to Y/n and Mick's relationship but also having a privileged seat to watch their interactions and feelings unfold. This chapter is when their first interaction happened, a bit before the first chapter of the series. I hope you guys like it <3 let me know your thoughts and opinions.

Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, fluff, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 2.3k

part 03 | series masterlist | part 05

Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that's why, for the first time in forever, he throws cautious carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

When Mick saw Y/n for the first time, he was curious and speechless, both things that are involved in the process of blooming love. He had no idea at the time, though in his head, maybe he was just excited to be in a new environment, a place that would embrace him, teach him, and accept him for who he was, not for his father's legacy, or an expectation based on a remote reality.

When she entered the room, he knew people kept talking, working, and breathing, yet he had no idea how because for him, it was different, it was the first time he saw her, and she was suddenly the center of his attention. Big brown eyes stared around everything, nut-brown hair around her head like a halo, full lips, a round nose, and brown skin. Y/n was breathtaking, and he only noticed he was holding his when a friend touched his shoulder. Mick directed his gaze to Lewis for a split second, and he felt lucky he, too, was looking at her. Otherwise, the Mercedes driver would likely see the weird way in which his friend seemed lost. And, of course, his coworker was looking at her too. Who would not want to look at her? They had to be crazy not to. If given the opportunity, Mick would stare at that woman the whole day, and he did not even know her name. So, yes, in his mind, it could only be explained as a curiosity. Although he comprehended very well what kind of curiosity it was and that, he had never really felt that, quite the opposite, he was usually doing his own thing and minding his business, and new people were welcome. And he was friendly, but he was not the type of person to seek someone’s attention or friendship, at least not so fast, not so intently. Y/n was not only a new person, but she was the bearer of new and strange feelings in the pit of Mick’s stomach. 

“Oh, she’s so sly, you see. She comes and goes around without people noticing. It scares me sometimes,” Hamilton spoke, smiling in her direction. Mick thought: how could she come and go unnoticed? The second the door opened, he could not take his eyes off her. 

“It’s a matter of practice,” she replied with a small grin. The way her lips folded looked almost artistic, like the final brushstroke in a work of art, when everything seems to fit together to create the final result, the bigger picture, “Now, how’s my favorite brother doing?” 

Mick did not even notice the way he finally took a breath of fresh air. She was not his friend’s girlfriend, although Mick did not know if her being his sister would make things any easier. 

“I’m your only brother Y/n,” Lewis reminded, and she huffed as if he was pointing out something unnecessary. 

“You can be my only and favorite brother, both things at the same time. Stop being so pokey,” she joked.

“Mick, this is Y/n, my baby sister,” he turned to Mick, who was able to recompose in seconds. He was a driver after all, he had to be fast and have good reflexes, “Y/n, this is Mick, my friend and work colleague.”

“Nice to meet you, Mick” She waved and made her grin wider, in fact, when their eyes met, her lips opened in a full big smile. It felt like watching a flower blossom, and it also felt like a gesture only for him.

“Likewise, Y/n.”

“I’ve heard you’re new around Mercedes. Welcome to the family.” 

“Feels like it indeed,” he grinned, “A family, I mean.” 

“It’s good to hear that. God knows this whole thing can be tough. You don’t need to have people making it worse,” she pointed, and that was all it took for Mick to know that Y/n was more than talkative, and honest. He was sure she would tell him the truth about whatever he asked, her genuine opinion, no holding backs.

Someone seemed to call Lewis, and he said something neither Y/n nor Mick could hear properly and then left. Her brown eyes were kept glued right into his ocean ones, almost daring him to deflect. He felt exposed to her, but in a good way, because for some reason, he wanted her to be capable of reading his thought through his eyes, “You’re, uh- it’s your first time in the paddock? I never saw you around before.” 

She offers him a small smile, looks at someone in the back, waves, and then turns her attention to his face again, “Nah, I’m here all the time, just away from the cameras and most of the eyes.” 

“Can I ask you why?” 

She shrugged, “I mean, of course you can. Am I gonna answer, though? That’s a different question,” Y/n joked, and Mick could only smile brighter and roll his eyes. 

“I-  I’m just curious,” he seems to breathe for a second when their eyes lock again, “about you,” he finishes.

“Yeah, me too,” it’s a whisper like she is telling it to herself, acknowledging that she, too, wants to know every little detail about him. Her eyes divert to an engineer that passes them, her hands go up like the last time, and she gives a gentle wave. “I like to be myself. I mean, I like to be Y/n Y/l/n. I hope you don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore my brother and our family, but in some circumstances, your name can be a blessing and a curse” Y/n’s eyes searched for his again. She was waiting for the short nod he gave. A confirmation he understood the situation too, a way of demonstrating that she could keep going because he knew there was more to come. “I didn't want people to pin my success on my brother’s name, to say I had it easier just because he made it. The media loves to do that with women, saying they only made it because of a man or trying to pin hard work and talent as luck.” 

He nodded, “I get it. I used to do that when I was a bit younger, to use a different surname so people would not act differently or expect more than one hundred percent of me. It’s tiring. I can sympathize.” 

“A Schumacher, huh?” Y/n tatters before adding, “My brother told me a bit of what went on. For the record, it’s their loss. I’m sorry you had to go through such heartless people, but I’m glad they let you go so you can be here now,” so we could meet, so I could feel like drowning in your blue eyes, so that my body would feel lighter, she thought. 

“I’m happy to be here too. I don’t think I would change a thing,” Y/n watches as the tip of his tongue goes out to wet his pink, plush lips, the way his eyes dart quickly around her whole face.

“It gives you experience at the end of the day,” she is quick to point out, feeling a tad nervous.

Schumacher nods, and before he can ask one more question, to hear her quirk remarks one more time, someone shows up, calling him to look at something new they did in the car. 

“See you around, Mick,” she gives him that same half smile from a work of art before she touches his arm when passing. He could swear he shivered with the feeling of her skin against his. 

Y/n goes around, greeting some of the staff she is friends with before finally reaching Toto. He gives her a pointing look, and she rolls her eyes. The older man has always been really supportive of Y/n as well, they would always talk when she came to the paddock, and their conversations would go around about anything and everything. Yn always admired Toto’s leadership skills, and she was open about how she thought his kind of work not only asked you for the technical side but, most importantly, the human side. Toto was able to captivate Lewis, and he did just the same with Y/n. He was also one of the people who made sure her privacy and image were safe around the Mercedes garage. People respected him, so if Toto Wolff says, ‘nobody talks about the fact that Lewis has a sister and she’s here a lot’ that is precisely what happens: nobody would talk, or most of them would not. Y/n was aware her scheme of keeping this under wraps was collective work, and she was happy to be in a place where people liked her brother so much they chose to protect her too. 

“You took forever to show up this year. What happened?” he asked, taking off his headphones.

“A lot is going on with work, I’m launching a new collection soon, and you know I like to be in every step of the process, right?” 

“Literally,” he joked, pointing to her new shoes, which he knew were most likely from said new collection. Y/n would always use them as a test, making sure they were comfortable and safe for the customers. 

She jokingly rolled her eyes before adding, “Yeah, exactly, but doing this is quite difficult sometimes, especially when you want to be attentive to the human side of those who work with you.”

“You’re doing a great job, and I’m proud of how far you’ve come since the first time you appeared here, a small kid determined to do her own name,” he held her chin high, smiling. “Let me know when this new collection drops. I’m sure Susie would love to get one of every shape and color.” 

Her smile grew wider, she loved Susie Wolff, and she loved their love. They were very private, but Y/n has been around for long enough to know how big and strong their love is, and she enjoys watching it from the sidelines whenever they interact. 

“I will be sure to send some exclusives for her.” 

Toto gave her one of his side smiles and nodded before having to leave to attend to some problem, so Y/n made her rounds around, asking questions, interacting, and making sure to annoy her older brother every once in a while. She took some time aside and sat with some of the media crew to answer her work e-mails while they typed away creating content. It was refreshing to be in the Mercedes garage. The chaos worked perfectly well, and she always felt energized. 

When work was done and, it was time to leave, Y/n bid her goodbyes and did a small search with her eyes for a blond mop of hair, which did not go unnoticed by her brother. 

“He had to leave a bit earlier,” Lewis explained.

“What?” she asked, securing her laptop case and bag in one arm and starting her walk to the garage. Lewis knew it was her way of changing the subject, to shift the attention. 

“You’re my sister,” 

“It’s been twenty-one years. You would think this is an established fact by now,” Y/n was a fan of using humor as a coping mechanism too. 

“Mick is a driver,” he adds.

“Yeah, he’s like your teammate too now, right?” 

“He’s also my friend,” Lewis points.

“That’s good. He seems like a good friend to have around,” her curls bounce as she reaches his car and opens the back door to load her things there. 

“You’re deflecting, Y/n.” 

“And you are not stating your points with clarity, Lewis,” she let go of the door, shutting it in the sequence and opening the passenger one.

“I saw your interaction, saw your interest perhaps, you’re not aware of it, or you’re just trying to brush it off and lie to yourself, but I’m doing my job as the older brother and warning you: by dating someone famous you may have to give up some things, such as your privacy,” now they’re sitting inside the car, he’s facing her, and she’s looking ahead, a woof of air leaves her lips before she finally looks at her brother. “You know how the media is, and if they even sniff a new romance between you, a Hamilton, and Mick, a Schumacher, they won’t go easy. They will want all the details, and I trust the Mercedes people, but we don’t know everyone. There are new people always showing up. They can let it slip about you without intentions, share information without noticing.”

She opens her mouth to answer, but unlike the usual days, she doesn’t have anything ready to say. 

“And don’t forget the fact that he is my coworker, Y/n. If anything goes down the wrong path, you will either have to face him daily or lose my races. You will have to face your heartbreak every day. Do you remember Jonathan from high school? How you missed a week of classes when that fucker dumped you?! And then you had to finish the year there anyways, had to sit in the same class as him.”

“And I changed schools by the end of the semester,” she adds with a small nod. She understands his point, and she even agrees to some extent. However, she wanted to add that it was a different context, that Anthony was a douche, he never really liked her, and nobody in that school really did, this being the reason she decided to leave. She was a lot of things but not a coward, though she knew that was not what her brother was saying. She felt like reminding herself.

“I’m just trying to take care of you. I would hate to watch you suffer,” his voice is soft, and so are his eyes and hands when they reach through the center console to lace their fingers.

There’s a small smile of appreciation on her lips, “I love you, and I love how careful you are with me, but I’m not a kid anymore” She tightens her grip on his hand, and they share an attentive and agreeing look for some seconds when she adds, “And Mick is not Jonathan.” 

“That’s what scares me.” 

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[nico-esoterica]

"Nico, I wanna be a famous artist!" (A Case Study Using Manifestation and Astrology)

Lady Gaga went from no one knowing her name in a hand-made outfit at Lollapalooza in '07 to eclipsing and redefining pop culture in '09. And later headlined Lollapalooza in 2010. She told herself, "I'm going to make a Number One Record," and "The Fame is inside of Me," over and over again. This was what meteoric 'BTS-like' success looked like for millennials (which also happened in the same amount of time).

She manifested that shit like a motherfucker. She's living proof that a small indie artist who can barely move a crowd and who got INITIAL lukewarm reception after releasing her breakout album that only gained traction A YEAR LATER that YOU, IN FACT, CAN DO THIS SHIT. Gaga was performing in hole in the wall gay clubs in Europe and radios didn't care about that album until Just Dance blew up in the US. Every millennial remembers exactly where they were in life when that single became a hit song. This is also the woman who performed in an Ikea Parking Lot to promote said album.

This is a sign for all of the artists in the audience to NOT give up on your dreams. Even if things seem to be slow, delayed, or as if nothing is going on. There will always be SOMETHING behind the scenes if you commit to thinking in your favor. You're human and can have shitty days, weeks, etc, but it's important to NOT COMMIT TO BEING MISERABLE. Your engagement's gonna go up, you can find a new melody for that song, work through your writer's block and just WRITE the damn thing, and you're going to GET the right gig for you. Your dreams will be handed to you if you believe that they will. TRUST YOURSELF.

Astrologically, Gaga was in her 10H profection year when she first performed at Lollapalooza. But between 07-08+ she experienced the classic Jupiter and Saturn squares to her natal planet equivalents which occur in your early 20s that could've served as catalysts or hurdles she chose not to overcome and did the former. Contrary to what we hear about 10H profections being about finally being seen or getting promoted, etc, it's not inherently explosive. It depends on the chart and what the person does with their potential. Gaga used it as exposure and to further build her career that'd soon snowball into legendary success.

This isn't some Capitalistic tale about 'hard work paying off.' I don't believe in toil and 'hard work' in an exploitative economical sense. I believe in all-encompassing self-belief. Gaga could have easily thrown in the towel when the radios weren't gagged or the people weren't moving in the crowd. She, imo, was performing for audiences only SHE could see. Huge ones based on the scale she believed in.

Even if we could say her Mars-Neptune conjunction in Capricorn where she already had an exaltation or that her Moon-Mars or Moon-Pluto helped her, those harmonious aspects could have motivated her in the opposite direction if she wasn't seeing results. Because all of that Mars can easily wear out through exhaustion or entrap itself in the idea that it simply 'can't come easily.' Martian and Saturnian folks tend to enjoy suffering as a kink. She also could've easily been a flash-in-the-pan one hit wonder artist and faded or her era could've been very short. Maybe in hind sight it was from a musical perspective, but that 5 year run between The Fame and pre-Art Pop undeniably gave her quarter century defining success. And she'd later go on to win big accolades as a serious actress and is still going.

And speaking strictly astrologically, I see another big musical era for her coming. I saw it in Galliano's chart when his fire points got activated and will be emblazoned by Neptune in Aries transiting soon. I also see the same coming for our Mama Monster.

So, um, why are y'all giving up out there in the stands? COME GET ON STAGE AND CLAIM IT AS YOURS ALREADY.

[lilislegacy]

Positive Percabeth imagines :))) (though ngl this is mostly about their daughters but still)

I imagine that Percy and Annabeth will have twin daughters, and they’ll choose names based off their loved ones. One daughter is named Zoe Elizabeth, after Zoe the Hunter, and Rachel Elizabeth Dare. The second daughter is named Natalie Grace, after Annabeth’s aunt Natalie (and also bc as einherjars Magnus and Alex will never be able to have kids so it’s also for Magnus’ sake) and Grace bc it’s the last name of both Thalia and Jason obviously but it’s a way to honor Jason especially. Natalie Grace is nicknamed Tali, pronounced Tah-lee, and I’ve always pronounced Thalia as Tah-lee-uh, so that way they’re honoring her too. Zoe has dark brown hair and grey-blue eyes, and Tali has dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes.

Percy and Annabeth lived in New Rome for several years after finishing college, and they both helped create sacred temples and statues and groves and places for all the gods, as Percy started, Jason expanded, and Apollo basically vowed to complete. Annabeth of course did most of the brainstorming and research and building stuff, but Percy was actually the one who would ask various gods and be like “okay Nereus. These are some ideas we have to honor you. Can you tell me which you like best?” And then that god would send him a dream giving varying amounts of detail and instruction as to what exactly they wanted. So the twins, Zoe and Tali, were raised in New Rome for their first several years.

Meanwhile at Camp Half-Blood, they have expanded to have cabins for legacies, and they also started an academy, called Olympus Heights Academy. As more demigods were claimed and now legacies too, it made sense to start a school. When Tali and Zoe are eight, their parents decide to move back to Camp Half-Blood and become teachers. Annabeth predictably tries to teach too many classes at first but eventually settles on just teaching a couple classes, probably Ancient Greek history and language bc we know she taught Percy and also close combat with a knife. Percy teaches swords fighting obviously.

Tali and Zoe are at this point beginning to learn their abilities. Both of them can breathe underwater. Zoe can control water, ocean water most easily but with some degree of control over fresh water. She is an expert in close combat fighting. She is skilled in strategy and has an affinity for the arts. She is a natural sailor. Natalie can communicate with horses and their cousins. She has siren powers, similar to charmspeak, but water based and music/voice linked. She is an expert at swords fighting. She is skilled in craftsmanship and strategy and has an affinity for academics. She is a natural sailor.

You noticed the siren powers? I headcanon that Sally is a third generation legacy of Venus, and Percy didn’t really get anything from Venus except good looks, extra ability to learn Latin, and extra meddling in his love life, but Tali did. I saw someone make a post about, what if daughters of Poseidon could sometimes get siren like abilities? I loved that idea, and had to include that in one of the twins. Normally a second generation legacy of Poseidon wouldn’t ever have siren abilities, but bc of the distant relation to Venus, Tali did get that ability.

The twins will of course go on their own death defying quests and adventures. Percy and Annabeth will happily be living in Camp Half-Blood, visiting Sally and the rest of the Jackson-Blofis family as much as they can.

Oh I also have another funny idea. I actually woke up one morning earlier this week daydreaming about it. Percy and Annabeth, after college, are trying to plan their wedding. But they keep getting into fights about small random things. And this is so out of character for them. Eventually Annabeth realizes that this is Hera meddling and at first she’s furious but eventually tries to reason with Hera. Hera eventually gives specific instructions on something that she wants to be created at Camp Half-Blood to honor her. I’m not entirely sure what it is yet, but whatever it is, it’s gonna be nearly impossible to create. But Annabeth has to do it if she wants to get married to Percy. So she struggles for months with this building project, finally it’s nearly done. Then Hera says that she will allow them to marry, but they have to be married nearby whatever it is that Annabeth had to create, and their marriage will be dedicated to Hera and will act as the way to consecrate the sacred building thing to Hera. So now Chiron has to allow demigods to get married at Camp Half-Blood, allow the queen of the gods to officiate it, and he can’t keep their mortal family from the wedding! So now there are mortals in Camp Half-Blood. But it all goes well, but now a tradition has begun of campers wanting to get married by Hera’s sacred thing, and now Chiron has to deal with weddings and mortal families and he’s seriously annoyed at Hera but he can’t show it bc she’s the queen of the gods.

Hope you like these headcanons!!! :)))

~wolfyboi

thanks for the ask wolfyboi!

awww, these are all so fun and cute! i love thinking about their future and their kids! it just being me so much joy. they deserve to be happy more than anyone. i do hate hera so the thought of them having to dedicate their marriage to her makes me a little queasy, but the idea of chiron having to deal with a ton of people getting married at the camp made me giggle

this put a smile on my face. thank you!! ❤️❤️

[xfandom-fairyx]

marching band au

part two

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Four pizza boxes, a box of garlic knots, some cheesy bread, and a brookie box sat on the granite-top island counter in the kitchen while the five of us sat in the chairs that sat around it, taking turns with introductions, and stuffing our faces in the process. I sat on the far right, Eijiro directly to my left, then Denki, Sero, and Katsuki on the far left.

I brushed my hair back behind my shoulder to avoid eating it with my bite of pizza, listening to the boys all give a little information about themselves. Turns out, Katsuki’s dad was head chairman of the housing commission for school, and currently owned the house we were living in. Someone had a great idea and based our housing on our college majors and class schedules to insure efficiency with attendance, which I thought was a great convenience. Carpooling would be nice to save on gas, we could share notes, and help each other with studying. I now live with four, hot, funny guys, and we don’t have to pay the bills for this enormous house? (Somebody pinch me, I’ve gotta be dreaming..)

“As you know, I’m Sero, and I play the tenor. My shoulders and back are already pre-hating me for the bullshit they’re about to go through,” he grinned, earning a chuckle from the rest of us. I zoned out a little as Sero kept talking, which is rude, I know, but I was too focused on the ash blonde. His laugh was the roughest among the boys, the deep timbre of his voice creating a rasp in his chest as he chuckled. I took a drink of my water, stealing a glance his way, hoping he wouldn’t notice me looking at him while I was mid drink–

But he was already looking at me. My eyes went wide as heat flooded my cheeks again, and his ruby orbs studied me, his grin mischievous when he saw the flush of my face. I had to focus on not choking, because choking to death within the first hour of knowing these guys would be so fucking embarrassing. Raising a hand, he swept his fringe away from his face and took his turn introducing himself, his gaze trained on me.

“Name’s Katsuki Bakugo, and I play the snare. I’ve been the lead snare at our high school for the last 3 years, and I’ve had these idiots beside me the whole time. I’m here because I’ve always wanted to make music my career. DCI is the number one dream, but I know that I won’t be getting paid for it, so my next option is becoming an audio/sound engineer,” he stated, confidence radiating off of him. My jaw dropped slightly, a small smile tugging at my lips.

“I’m here to be a music producer. It’s just a step up from being an audio engineer,” I grinned. His gaze held mine for 4 long seconds, his grin never faltering. Hearing a chair scrape across the floor, my attention got pulled over to the sunny blonde, who was now standing with one foot propped on his chair as the other held his full weight, posing like a knight.

“I am the one they call ‘Denki the Great,’ and I play the bass drum!” he exclaimed proudly, his right hand balled into a fist that he held over his heart.

“I said ‘ingrate,’ you moron!” Katsuki boomed, his laughter infectious. Denki’s face fell to feign hurt, the hand that was in a fist splaying out to cover his heart.

“Bakubroooo, you’re so mean!” he cried, sitting back down in his chair. We were all still snickering, Denki’s frown fading quickly as he remembered the brookie box that sat neglected on the counter. Eijiro shook his head, grinning at his friend’s childishness, then turned his attention back to me.

“I’m Eijiro, I play snare, too. My dream is to become a music director or a drumline instructor, because I’m not ready to do anything else with my life yet, but the degree I’m shooting for is a Bachelor of the Arts, like the rest of you,” he said, grabbing his solo cup of water and flashing a smile before taking a swig. I took a deep breath, knowing that I was the last one to speak their piece.

“I guess that leaves me,” I started, already feeling more heat rise to my face, “I’m y/n, and I’m in the pit. More specifically, I’m in the auxiliary. During games, I’ll be your cymbal girl, during comps, I’ll be doing multiple complementary instruments and sounds to add to the show,” I explained, looking over at each of them, nonchalant smiles on everyone but Katsuki, who was smirking slightly, his gaze still intense on my face. I suppressed a shudder, suddenly finding the pizza and cheesy bread on my plate very interesting.

“My dream is to become a music producer, so I create my own mixes, beats and samples,” I added, earning an impressed whistle from Eijiro.

“You should totally show us some of your stuff some time!” he jeered. I looked over at him and he nudged me with his elbow a little, a shining grin splitting his face, making warmth fill my chest and a smile pull at my own lips. If I had glanced at Katsuki, I would have noticed that his grin had faltered a bit.

After most of the food boxes were empty, the time on the display screen of the smart fridge showed that it was almost midnight. Sero had called it a night about 30 minutes ago, pulling Denki upstairs after the blonde had stolen another brookie. They were going to “hit the penjamin” before going to sleep, and even though I was invited, I wasn’t about to get absolutely blasted before the first day of band camp. Eijiro was clearing over the dishes and I was taking the trash out to the bin when I caught Katsuki as his foot hit the bottom step of the stairs.

“Hey, Kats,” I gently grabbed the side of his black band merch tshirt, “would you mind showing me a few things around here? Like maybe where the laundry room is?” I batted my eyes, a joking grin on my face. His ruby eyes caught me off guard as they showed his mild irritation, making me pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Nevermind, I can figure it out myself,” I whispered, letting go of his shirt and turning back to the kitchen where Eijiro was drying up the last plate. A warm hand caught my wrist, catching me by surprise.

“Grab your shit, I’ll show you,” he rasped. I gave him a thankful smile, running past him up the stairs to grab my laundry bag. When I came back down, he was waiting for me at the landing of the stairs with his arms crossed over his chest, and it took everything I had not to stare at his flexed biceps.

He jerked his head, a motion for me to follow him through the house to two of the mysterious doors that sat behind the dining table, on the wall under the stairs.

“The first door here is a cleaning closet. All the cleaning supplies and extra kitchen towels and shit go in there,” he stated bluntly, quickly opening the door to give me a brief view of the items I would be needing to use frequently.

“And this is the door to the basement,” he said, pulling the second door open to reveal a staircase that had a turnback about halfway down, 20 stairs max. The basement itself was completely open like the floor above, but the floor was covered in a soft carpet, and a neutral gray coated the walls. A few movie posters and music memorabilia hung on the walls, and my eyes floated over another sectional sofa and a few massive bean bag chairs that surrounded an 80” tv. My mouth gaped at the media center; it must have been housing 150 different games. And the foosball table, a ping pong table, the gaming setup with a few different consoles.. the homeowners really thought of everything! Under the staircase was a brand new washer and dryer set— the Samsung smart ones— and the rack for organizing the clothes.. I had to set my laundry bag down, all of this was making my ADHD brain fuzzy. Katsuki must’ve noticed the tiny gasp I had let out when I saw the appliances, because he was smirking again.

“Wanna see the best part?” He asked guiding me over to a door on the back wall, and I squeaked as his hand pressed gently on the small of my back. On the other side of the door was a private recording studio, complete with a rack of guitars across the wall behind the studio glass, a professional drum set towards the back wall, a state of the art mixing table directly in front of us, brand new microphones—

“Oh my god, what the fuck even is this house? I feel like I’m in a dream,” I sighed, settling in one of the velvet chairs in front of the mixing board, the purple, yellow and red lights illuminating Katsuki and I in the darkness of the studio room. He crossed his arms again and chuckled lowly, letting out a short sigh.

“This used to be my actual house. I grew up here. We moved out a couple years ago, and have been using it as an Air BNB to make a little extra to put me through college,” he explained. I could tell he was getting tired because his voice was raspy with fatigue.

“And now it’s my house, again. I turned 18 and my parents put the house in my name. I told the guys they could stay here during our college years, but my dad said I had to utilize it for school use only. So I offered to let him put some more music majors in here. The others should be here in a couple days, they’re from out of state,” he rambled, spinning my chair around and leading me back out to the game room.

“Others?” I questioned. (More stinky boys? Please, God, no.) Katsuki grinned at the displeased expression on my face, laughing a bit as we started back up the stairs.

“Two girls, don’t worry. I wouldn’t make you deal with 6 boys by yourself. I figured 3 girls and 4 boys would be manageable.” All I could do is sigh in relief, making him grin as he shut the door to the basement behind us.

“You don’t talk much. I like you,” he chuckled, gesturing for me to walk upstairs first with him hot on my trail. I hoped the dim lighting hid the blush on my face as I turned to look at him one more time before ducking into my room for the night.

Tucking myself in, I thought about the craziness that just transpired over the last few hours, grinning widely. If this was how life was going to be, I couldn’t wait to spend the next 4 years with these idiots.

..and it wasn’t lost on me that Katsuki had taken the trash out for me.

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A/N:

Still testing the waters here.. it’s a slow start, I know. Hopefully the next few chapters are a little better, more will be happening than intros and tours. Who knows, I might try my hand at adding some social medias (:

Love y’all 🫶🏻

🤍fae🤍

tags:

@icloudcatastrophe

[fandomwe1rd0]

Wrote a fanfic based off of a headcanon I have that Rick can't say no to Morty when Morty calls him "Grandpa"

Rick was taking Morty to an alien grocery store, not sure why he needed to drag Morty out of school for something so small, but Morty basically gave up on trying to understand Rick, he probably just needed his human camouflage, someone, to do the shit Rick didn't want to do. Morty scoffed and rolled his eyes. Of course, that's all he was to Rick. Just someone to be his butler, his slave, his human shield, his human cloaking device. How could he forget? Rick was such an amazing grandpa. Morty thought sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Then he caught sight of something, and he ran towards it, awkwardly squeezing past slimy aliens while saying "Excuse me!" He heard Rick saying "Morty! Stay cl-*burp*-ose by me, you little shit!" Morty ignored Rick and kept running when he finally got to see it clearly then he gasped "Holy crap! A new space hyper-realistic gaming console!" Rick went over to Morty and rolled his eyes "We're in space, you can just say gaming console." Morty ran up to it eagerly checking the pricetag, fuck yes! It was the newest version! Morty was wondering when this would come out! He's been waiting so long! But it was really expensive...

Morty bit his lip then quickly glanced over to Rick and put on his best, most innocent-sounding voice "Rickkk uhm..." He fidgeted and gulped, rubbing the back of his neck "Say you wouldn't mind...buying that for me, would you?" Morty asked, pointing over to the gaming console." Rick let out a sigh "How mu-*burp*-ch is it?" Morty mumbled the price "3....ahem...3000 glorpglams..." Rick said "What? Spit it o-*burp*-ut kid, Rick got your tongue?" Morty said it a litte louder now "3000 glorpglams..." Rick blinked "Seriousl-*burp*-y Morty? That's stupi-*burp*-dly expensive. Do you think Grandpa is made of money? You already have o-*burp*-ne of these." Morty whined "B-b-but this is the newest version! It comes with all kinds of new games! A-and they added better graphics, smoother gameplay, and everything! C'mon Rick please?" Rick shook his head "Nope. Morty if I b-*burp*-uy that for your dumb little ass, I'll have to remove some thi-*burp*-ngs from my shopping list. Do you know how much that's going to impede my work?" Morty kept whining "Pleaseeee?" Rick sighed "Morty. I said n-*burp*-o. End of discussion."

Morty sighed, he was thinking for a minute, then had a quick smirk as he got an idea. He lightly tugged on Rick's labcoat, looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster and put on his cutest voice, put on his best pout then begged "Please, Grandpa?" He saw Rick visibly twitch at the familial term, his posture suddenly straightening, his eyes widen and his grip on the cart tightening. Rick quickly took a glance at Morty, big mistake, he saw Morty's pout and puppy eyes. Morty then clasped his hands together in a classic begging gesture. Rick let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. Mumbling something insulting himself for being weak and calling Morty something along the lines of "Manipulative little shit." then he gestured over, and Morty blinked "Wh-" Then Rick interrupted "Just put it in the c-*burp*-art. Hurry up before I change my mind." Morty held back a smirk, got him! He let out a small "Yes!" and then ran over to the gaming console and put it in the cart. "Thanks, Rick!" Rick rolled his eyes "Yeah, what-*burp*-ever."

[heartfullofleeches]

I love the idea of delivery driver reader!

What if C.C order some food from dd! readers family owned restaurant and dd! reader comes and deliver it

Or if C.C. order something spicy~ online and the reader comew and deliver it to them

Love you always - 🐀 anon

"Delivery!"

Your voice echos through the empty hall. A little louder than necessary, but that came with the benefit of no repercussions for shouting. The entire floor was reserved for zone apartment. The same you found yourself at many a night at the end of your shift. You lift your arm to knock, the wood swept from beneath your knuckles as you go in. Unbeknownst to you, the customer had been gunning to the door from the second you stepped off the elevator, detoured by minor obstacles such as last minute preparation and knocking over a lamp.

To be honest, you knew there was a high likelihood of this outcome - but its always best to be formal.

The door opens.

"Ah- Y/n.. What a pleasant surprise! Wasn't expecting you so soon."

The lilac haired male leans against the door frame, the shoulder of his attire pealing off his arm. The robe was of a similar shade to his locks, frilled around the collar and open mouthed sleeves. It stopped mid-thigh, length shortened as he props one leg against the other. The tank top he wore underneath was a deep red, strap following its companion down his skin. The incubus offers you a smile, twirling a strand of hair around his finger as his eyes wonder downwards. Your uniform was tacky as all hell, but fit nicely on your frame.

"Well this is.. embarrassing." He fibs. "Had I known you'd be here sooner, I would've changed earlier."

"It's all good, C.C. Better than the folks who show up to the door naked." His grin falls at the comment. Truthfully, you had no issues with his outfit. He's worn similar things after the third night you delivered his food. It's nice that he's comfortable around you - you suppose. By now, you're a bit more than acquaintances given you're on a first name base and you've exchanged numbers. It was obviously for work reasons, but you've received a stray message every now and again.

You retrieve the pizza box from your bag. "Anyway, got your usual. One cheese pizza, with an added bonus."

C.C fights down a squeal as you open the box. There on the top cover was a drawing of a rose as per his request. You think you've improved greatly since the first time he asked you to do so, especially if his reaction is any indicator. With all the hearts and other vaguely romantic pieces you've done, you wonder if he's got somebody special.

He claps his hands together. "It's beautiful, babe! But - it's missing something. You got a pen on you, right?"

"Yea?" You pull the writing tool from your pocket.

"Great! Can you please sign it?"

You chortle. "You serious?"

"Definitely! Want something to look back to when your art career pops off."

"Alright." You shut the box and sign your name on the cover. You pass it over to C.C, who looks at it fondly as he hesitantly sets it on the nearby table. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a few bills, holding it out to you between his index and middle finger. It all was your tip, considering he paid online. He glances away as your fingers make brief contact with his, rubbing at his eyes with his spare hand.

"You good?"

"Yea... Just, something in my eye." He continues to jab his palm into his sockets until the glow of his eyes no longer reflects against his bracelets. This has happened before, but it somehow feels worse now. Getting worked up over a small touch like a pathetic little virgin was humiliating, but there was barely a better response when this is your first time understanding the concept of love in thousands of years. From first contact, that spark was there, but hadn't realized why till he saw you more frequently.

"Ok... well I hope you enjoy!."

C.C straights up as you shove the money into your pocket. It was time for the worst time of the night. You leaving. He brushes that anxiety away with yet another smile, planning to lay on the charm thick before your departure. If not tonight, one of these days he would get you inside his home - where you could never leave again.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Mhm?"

C.C leans his arm against the doorway, staring at you through lidded eyes as he covers his face with his robes. "My... date actually cancelled on me tonight. I'd hate for all this food to go to waste. Would you like to join me?"

He chews on his glossy lips as he waits. C.C hates how your face scrunches in uncertainty. If he simply used his influence, he could have you in his bed at this very moment, but he didn't want to for whatever reason. True love was his goal, if such a thing existed. He doubted it'd work well on you anyway considering the tainted purity of his love.

Your apologetic laughter breaks his heart.

"I'd love to, but we actually got one more call before the store closed and I have to go delivery it."

"Oh.." Tears stab at his eyes, but before they can full form - you continue to speak.

"Maybe I can swing by once I'm done. My second stop is not too far from here honestly."

C.C's mood flips like a switch. "You better! Or I'll take my business elsewhere."

"I doubt that. See you later, C.C."

You head off with a mutual wave. Once shut, C.C crumbles against the door. He hates it - this warmth in his chest. It spreads through every inch of his body and leaves him fuller than any meal could compare to. It's gone the second he hears the elevator door opens, and he's left craving for more as a cold, empty shell on the floor. He soon steadies himself, grabbing the pizza box from the table. He traces your letters on the cardboard, almost as good as he's gotten with a pen. A base comfort he has is mirroring your handwriting and writing letters to himself at night, but the ones that settle his fears most of all -

are the letters he writes to your family in the unfortunate case of you running away.

[sariahsue]

Wherefore Art Thou My(stery) Lady

When a failed attempt to let Chat Noir down easy ends with Ladybug learning his name, she does what any lovesick teenager would do: teases him mercilessly. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6

Chapter Seven (Final)

Adrien – Good morning. I love you.

After sending that message first thing every morning for a week, Adrien knew better than to expect an answer for another hour, probably two because it was a Saturday. No school to look forward to, but he did have a group brunch date. Nino and Alya had organized it and invited Adrien and Marinette along, and Adrien was left to wonder if that had been part of a plan to set the two of them up. 

He took his time showering and getting ready. He knew it was silly, but he wanted to make sure he looked his best.

By the time he got back, Ladybug had sent him a text. 

My Lady – Love you too. ❤️ Figure me out yet? Adrien – Actually, maybe.  My Lady – Really?! Adrien – It's still just a theory, but I know how I'm going to test it later.  My Lady – I look forward to it!

If he was right, she would. It involved a lot of sappy staring at Marinette. 

Brunch wasn’t for another half hour, but he told Nathalie and the Gorilla to drop him off earlier than he needed to be there. It was something he often did, a way to get as much time out of the house as possible. They hadn't caught on yet. (Or if they had, they'd never said anything about it.)

The place they had chosen was small, but Alya swore they had the best pancakes this side of the Alps. Adrien planned on having everything with way too much syrup. 

He found a good seat near the center of the room and texted Ladybug while he waited. Was she getting ready to come to the same spot? If she was, she gave no indication that she'd be seeing him later, just asked what his plans were for the day, as if she honestly had no idea. He leaned back in his chair as he waited for the others. 

Waiters passed with steaming plates of eggs and croissants and coffee. People bustled in and out around him, saying good morning to friends, enjoying the weekend. Adrien hardly noticed any of them until one of them yanked the back of his chair, almost pulling him down. 

“You gotta be careful, dude. You could fall if you lean too far.”

Chairs scraped on the hardwood floors as Nino and Alya took the seats opposite him. It made sense that they would sit together, but was part of the reason to force Marinette to take the seat next to him?

“Lean over a little bit in that chair, Nino.” Adrien reached across the table to grab his hat, but Nino jerked out of the way. “Just so I know how far back I can go. That's all. I promise I won't knock you over.”

“You know, for some reason, I don't really trust you.”

“Marinette says she's coming.” Alya looked up from her phone.

“Did she sleep in or something?” Adrien asked. Knowing when she woke up would help him decide if he was right, though at this point he couldn't imagine how he could be wrong.

“No, she told me she's been awake for a while.”

One hour, he guessed, based on when she had started texting him back. He drummed his fingers, waiting for her to arrive. He needed to see Marinette. Once he saw her, he was sure he would be able to tell for certain. 

Their server came a few minutes later, taking orders. Alya placed for Marinette after getting an assurance over text that she’d be there soon.

“She’s really excited about this,” Alya continued. “Like, texting me nonstop about it since she got up.”

“My condolences,” Nino said.

“Did she say what got her so excited?” Adrien asked. 

“No,” Alya said, eyeing him. “Why? You think you know?”

Adrien just shrugged, pretending to look down to check his phone, though it was really to hide his face. Ladybug hadn’t sent him anything in ages, and the agonizing wait until he knew who she was was even more unbearable now that he had hope it was almost over. 

Marinette came in, pulling out the seat next to his and scooting in until, probably on purpose, her knee brushed his.

“Good morning!” she said, face shining with excitement. She didn't look directly at him, letting him study her profile. The style of her hair was just right. Her freckles were the same. The curve of her lips. (He’d know those lips anywhere.) And he could see the corner of one blue eye. Exactly the right shade.

Marinette glanced over and caught him looking. The corner of her eye crinkled in amusement, then looked down as she slipped her phone into her coat pocket, her hand lingering out of view.

Adrien’s phone pinged with an incoming message. He looked at it reflexively as Marinette pulled her phone out again and laid it face up on the table in front of her.

“What's that, Adrien?” she asked. “Another text from your mysterious girlfriend?”

It was another picture of him, sent by Ladybug, taken just seconds ago. He whipped around while Nino and Alya laughed at him. People were coming in and out of the doorway, but no one that looked like her. He kept looking anyway because it kept him from looking at Marinette. It had been a picture of him and his friends at the table. Marinette had been sitting next to him when the picture had been sent. Ladybug couldn't have been her. 

He'd been so certain... He'd been hoping it was her. He'd had such a streak of luck lately that he'd actually believed that he’d been fortunate enough to be partnered with Marinette. For a moment, he’d been able to believe that the two best girls he knew were one, and she loved him. Disappointment tasted terrible.

Ladybug probably wasn't going to be in the shot, but he held up his phone and took a picture anyway. He glumly turned back to the table and sent it. 

Marinette's phone buzzed enthusiastically, and she swept it out of sight before Adrien could get a good look at it. All he caught was a glimpse of a room, filled with people and tables and an empty doorway. 

“What?” Marinette asked when he turned to look at her. Alya and Nino both waited quietly for once, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them.

Pulling the picture Ladybug had just sent, Adrien looked over it carefully. He was sitting with his friends, but only two of them. Marinette's seat was still empty. The picture had been taken before she'd sat down. And really, there were hundreds of places to eat brunch in Paris. What were the chances Ladybug just happened to be going to the same one as him this morning?

Found you.

Adrien stared Marinette down. She stared back with the same practiced innocence Ladybug had given him a week ago when they'd first talked about the texting. There was no way they weren't the same person. Her mouth quirked the same way. Her eyes twinkled, whether in civilian clothes or in a red-spotted suit. 

She was right. It was so obvious now that he knew what - who - he was looking at. 

Marinette stayed silent through his whole examination, not raising a question until he pulled away and opened his texting app.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Her phone was face down on her lap.

Adrien – Hi 

The buzz that Marinette's phone gave was much quieter, but he was still able to pick it out over the din of the crowd. 

She clenched her hand around it but didn't look away from him. 

Adrien – I Adrien – Love Adrien – You Adrien – My Adrien – Lady

With each message he sent, Marinette's phone buzzed again. The neutral look on her face started to crack. 

“Aren't you going to answer those?”

“No.”

“Why not?” he asked, grinning. “They could be important. Could be from your boyfriend or something.”

“Seeing as I don't have a boyfriend, Adrien,” she put extra emphasis on his name, making sure he knew it was his fault that she didn't, “that would be kind of impossible.” She pressed the phone into her leg to muffle the vibrations.

“Maybe we can fix that?”

He held up his phone right to her face and snapped a picture. 

Another photo message flashed across her screen, and Adrien could see how it lit up the cloth around it. 

“Admit it,” he said. “I figured you out, My Lady.”

“You did, Kitten. Good job.” Marinette held out her phone to him. The screen was full of a picture of her face. Sender: Future Husband. 

Nino was offering his congratulations. Alya was sighing dramatically and saying “finally!” over and over, but Adrien had all but tuned them out. Marinette was Ladybug. He knew who she was. 

And he still couldn’t kiss her. Not the way he wanted to with their friends watching. 

Instead, he grabbed her hand and slowly turned it palm down, placing a long, slow kiss on the back, a promise of things to come.

When he looked up, Marinette’s cheeks were tinged with pink, but she quirked her eyes with a questioning look. That’s it? she silently asked.

He winked at her, and her blush deepened. “Later,” he mouthed. 

---

“I have one question about all of this,” Adrien asked as they walked down the street. “What was the obvious hint that I missed? I know I talked to you a few times that day, and I can't figure out what it was. The offer of help?”

Nino and Alya had completely ditched them the moment brunch was over. Alya said normally they’d make up some excuse to manipulate them into being alone together. She’d paused dramatically to look at their intertwined hands before claiming she didn’t think she’d be needing schemes anymore, then told them to take advantage of the alone time. Adrien had promised her he would, all while Marinette sputtered in embarrassment.

“I made a cat pun,” she said. “A terrible, awful, bad cat pun. And I am ashamed.”

“What was it?”

“No way! I am not saying it again!” Her emphatic arm movements were hampered by his grip on her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Marinette.” He slowed, and pulled on her arm until she stood facing him. They’d started their relationship hidden from everyone, with secrets and texts and masks coming between them. Now they were in public, where anyone could see them. “Can I kiss you?”

“I think I’ve waited long enough,” she said, tilting her head and closing her eyes.

“You?”

Her eyes snapped back open, though her head remained at the perfect kissing angle. “Yes, me. I didn’t think it was going to take you that long. I was dying!”

He took a step back, grinning. “I’m not sure if I want to kiss you now after all. Middle of the sidewalk’s probably not the best place for–”

Marinette pulled him down and planted her mouth on his, and his teasing argument died. Adrien felt like he was melting, being molded into a shape that fit her better. 

She pulled away too quickly, resting her forehead against his. People walked around them, just two regular teenagers kissing in public.

“Technically,” he said after catching his breath, “I think that was just you kissing me again.”

“You were kissing me back. It counts.”

“No.” He let go of her waist to cup her face. “This is me kissing you.” And he lowered himself to meet her.

The End

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Tag list: @eclipsesmoonshine14 @maribugette @delectablycoolscientist @mlbigbang

If you’ve stuck around for the whole thing, thank you! If you’re interested, I’ve got over 70 other Miraculous stories of varying lengths for you to check out. And I’ve got a bunch more planned. Next up is a one-shot featuring half-reveal, pre-relationship Ladynoir, and an akuma whose power is to throw them into fanfiction tropes. Super fun! Plus a project that’s going to feature a lot of love square kisses! (Okay, well, actually two future projects fit that description, haha!) I hope you stick around! Thanks for reading and for all the comments!

I don't think I ever directly linked the artwork that goes along with this story, so here they are! Cover Ch 5 scene

[srslyscary]

✰ 003. you really are cursed mingi.

minecraft is loading…

“everyone in?” ary’s voice broke through the discord server, her excitement barely contained.

“everyone’s here except for yn.” timothy called out.

“what in the world is she doing?”

“i think she’s eating?”

“well tell her big back ass to hurry it up!”

di-ding!

“I heard that mothafucka.” yn joined with her camera on as her eyes were only seen. she scared everyone as soon as she joined.

“why is potato aim here ..” she called out as soon as she saw the name, the dreadful name she wishes she couldn’t see.

pinkminks

“i’m playing too duhhh.”

she looked at the camera up and down, pretending to bite her fist and then stopping. “oh you saw that? my bad I thought my camera was off.”

_

“it’s been thirty minutes where the hell is my jong at?” yn called out again, pausing her minecraft to look at her discord.

dawg2reall: yeah where’s pookie booty at

“POOKIE BOOTY??” keeho said looking at his own stream chat and back at his discord.

“we don’t play about jong around here, he gets all the cute nicknames.”

“WHAT ABOUT ME?” all the girls yelled in unison.

“damn what was that harmony in blues? .. don’t worry I bet she has nicknames for y’all too.”

“tim , we’re gonna build a castle. I don’t care what anyone says,” keeho said, already planning his empire.

“a castle? we’ve been in here for thirty minutes and we haven’t even found food yet, dude.” timothy replied, but he was clearly all-in for keeho’s wild idea.

doeun had been busying herself with gathering flowers, announcing that she was going to create a beautiful garden. ary, on the other hand, had one goal: diamonds.

“mining is life,” ary muttered under her breath as she began digging straight down, ignoring everyone’s warnings about minecraft’s number one rule.

surpringly soul and bibi had teamed up, and the two were focused on building a cozy little house near the water. lily, meanwhile, was exploring a nearby cave, determined to find enough resources to make everyone weapons and armor.

“lily’s going to be our mvp,” bibi joked, watching lily fearlessly descend into the cave system.

“she’s about to go crazy finding them resources- ain’t that right lily?!”

“YEP!”

“and uh… what about you potato aim?” yn asked as she gathered materials nearby.

“i’m building a house right by the river! i’m gonna raise a pet here. I found a duck, and i’m calling him ducky.”

a wave of laughter erupted in the chat.

“a duck? you’re raising a pet duck in minecraft?” yn wheezed.

mingi defended his decision. “hey- he’s going to be the best duck ever.”

_

mingi’s house was a small but sturdy wooden structure with a fenced-in area where ducky waddled around happily. yn’s base was far more elaborate, and she had enlisted art’s help to mine resources, which she decided to house the rest of the group that hadn’t already been building shelter.

"yn, I don't trust you," mingi declared out of the blue while tending to his duck.

“what? I haven’t done anything yet,” yn replied, a grin creeping onto her face.

“you’re plotting something, I can feel it. you’ve been walking near my house and walking away for 15 minutes now..”

“you must be seeing things.”

meanwhile, chaos erupted on tim and keeho’s side of the map as they bickered over how tall the castle walls should be. keeho wanted it to be grand and towering, while tim just wanted something functional.

“we don’t even have enough stone for this!” tim groaned.

“we can always mine more. get with the program!” keeho shot back.

“ladies, ladies you’re both pretty! now hush it up!” bibi yelled, laughing.

soul and bibi had fallen into a relaxed rhythm, their house now the coziest on the server, complete with flower beds courtesy of doeun.

“eunnie!!! these flowers are so pretty!!”

“THANK YOUUU!”

lily was still deep underground, occasionally muttering about creepers and lava pits. “ary come down here with me and bring a torch.. I forgot some..”

“how the heck did you get down there then?”

“I let the wind guide me!!!!”

“WHAT TYPE OF STUPID SHIT IS THAT??”

_

“uh, hold on, guys. my food just got here.” mingi said.

“what type of food?” soul asked immediately.

“jack in the box!!!”

everyone paused for a second.

“wait, what?” ary laughed.

“his stomach is gonna do backflips, oh lawddd,” yn muttered dramatically.

“that’s an earthquake waiting to happen,” keeho chimed in, barely able to contain his laughter.

the others erupted into laughter as mingi’s character went idle, just standing there with his pet duck next to him.

“I don’t care what anybody says- im about to fuck this shit up!!!” mingi said, his chair creaking as he got up.

“you better hope nothing happens to your house while you're gone,” yn teased.

“you better not yn.” tim spoke up.

“I DIDNT SAY NOTHING??”

shehexedme_: I know you’re about to do smth stupid mother 😭

“am not.”

a few minutes passed, and mingi finally returned, his voice muffled as he was clearly stuffing his face with food.

“okay, I’m back,” he announced.

“is it good mingi??”

“BRO YES. don’t come for me doeun im just trying to enjoy my foo- OH MY GOD.”

“what?” everyone asked.

“MY HOUSE WHAT THE FLIP?!” mingi asked, panic already rising.

“YO MINGI’S HOUSE IS GONE..”

…

“YN!!!!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?! IM WITH SOUL AND BIBI!!”

mingi’s screen read “you died! / pinkminks was blown up by emperorsluv”. he quickly clicked respawn and his face dropped. his entire house had been blown to smithereens. all that was left were a few scattered blocks, the fence barely holding together. and worst of all, ducky was gone.

“no… no, no, no, no, no!” mingi cried, his character running frantically around the remnants of his house.

“where’s ducky?!” His voice cracked dramatically. “he was my only friend!”

“WHAT ABOUT ME??”

“NOT NOW EUN!!”

“i’m so sorry, pinky,” she whispered, holding back laughter.

“WHY ME?!” mingi demanded, spinning his character around in circles.

yn, cool and collected, simply said, “I don’t know… maybe it was karma.”

“karma for what?” Mingi was practically sobbing into his mic.

“you made us lose that valorant match!!” YN’s grin was audible through her voice. “I told you I’d get you back.”

there was a brief pause before mingi’s gasp, thick with betrayal, echoed through the server.

“YOU BLEW UP MY HOUSE BECAUSE OF A MATCH WE PLAYED A WEEK AGO? WHAT- DUCKY IS GONE BECAUSE OF YOU!!”

the sheer drama in his tone sent everyone into fits of laughter once again.

ary, who had helped yn with the sabotage, chimed in. “in yn’s defense, it was very funny.”

“i can’t believe you two did this to me,” mingi groaned. “my duck… my house… I was just trying to enjoy my jack in the box…”

“lesson learned,” yn teased. “don’t mess with me in valorant, and don’t leave your house unattended in minecraft.”

“you’re absolutely savage for that..” tim said.

soul kept giggling like he couldn’t breathe and the rest of them had already died of laughter.

mingi’s avatar sat down on a nearby block, defeated.

“i can’t believe this…” he said dramatically.

“i’ll help you rebuild mingi, don’t worry.” bibi offered sweetly, while the others continued laughing in the background.

mingi, after hours of moping and pleading, has convinced the entire group to rebuild his house. the new structure was much bigger and sturdier, and with doeun’s finishing touches, it even had a garden.

“alright, mingi.. you’re house is done be grateful.” yn said as she helped put some carpets in the house.

“this won’t bring back ducky…” mingi muttered, still not fully over his loss.

soul chimed in. “if you want another duck, I found an egg earlier. maybe you can raise another ducky.”

“y’all I want a ducky too don’t play..”

“we’ll get you a duck too lily..”

mingi sighed dramatically as everyone stood around mingi’s new house, admiring the work they had done.

just as they were about to call it a day, a creeper appeared out of nowhere, hissing ominously right next to mingi’s new house.

“mingi I think you might wanna move???” tim shouted, but it was too late.

the explosion rocked the server once again, and mingi’s new house was reduced to rubble. everyone was silent for a beat before erupting into hysterical laughter.

mingi, however, was inconsolable.

“WHAT THE HELL?! THIS IS A CONSPIRACY!!!” he wailed dramatically. “WHY IS THIS ONLY HAPPENING TO ME.”

“you really are cursed mingi.”

masterlist | chapter 004.

[enderwolf91]

little intro to the stardew x overwatch idea before I go on a trip tomorrow morning; genuinely might start writing a full fic on the plane for this if I find the inspiration to world build (*´ω`*) kept it similar to the stardew intro and I'm gonna keep the name Pelican Town unless I find a better town name relating to the overwatch characters

─⊹⊱✫⊰⊹─

☆ after spending so long working an office job, unhappy and wanting to do more than sit at a desk all day, you open the envelope your grandfather left to you before he passed.

★ all there was inside was a letter, the neat handwriting of your grandfather questioning if you need a change of scenery and giving an address for a town you've never heard of. Pelican Town.

☆ with no better idea to start a new life, you pack up your little apartment and head to Pelican Town with the little cash you've saved between paying bills.

★ the travel is long, watching the bustling city turn into calmer suburbs, and then it goes quiet as the bus takes you closer to the mountains and forest; and one long tunnel later the bus stops at a small, fenced area with a sign welcoming you to Pelican Town.

☆ "You must be y/n! Welcome to Pelican Town." It's a tall woman with white locks and dark eyes, a kind smile gracing her features as she greets you, introducing herself as Sojourn. She shows you to your grandfather's old farm, or what's left of it anyways. The sight of the overgrown weeds and abundance of trees was overwhelming, and the look on your face makes Sojourn laugh.

★ "It's seen some better days, or years, but it's all yours now. We fixed up the house and replaced the main furniture for you, and your grandfather left behind some farming tools that are still in good shape too." And soon you were working on planting your first seeds and starting to clear out the bushes and logs that cover the plot of land.

☆ your first day is exhausting, not used to so much physical work. Cutting through logs and breaking apart rocks too big to move in one piece. By noon you had to take a break, relaxing under the shade of a tree as you snack on granola bars you packed for the bus ride, making a plan to head into town soon and find a restaurant to eat at, at least until your produce starts showing promise.

★ for now, you focus on what you can do and thank your dad for teaching you how to use a hammer and saw as you make a decent crate to store some wood and stone in, putting the rest in the bin Sojourn showed you for things you wanted to sell.

☆ by the end of the day, it takes everything in you not to pass out against a tree stump. the bed inside your new home feels like heaven under your exerted body, the blanket providing a warm comfort as you easily drift off to the sounds of the nighttime bugs and critters.

─⊹⊱✫⊰⊹─

that's all I can do for now, I gotta try and get some sleep before heading to the airport. more to come as I cultivate more ideas and figure out how I wanna go about this, whether it's just one shots of interacting with characters or make it intol a chapter based fic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we'll see

also thank you to the 10 people who've followed me??? I just saw that while making this; it's not a lot but honestly I wasn't expecting anyone to follow me since this isn't a blog dedicated to a specific type of media like art or writing nor is it for a specific fandom (I promise I like more things than just overwatch trust me; I like Pokemon and fnaf and more too I just play overwatch a lot and actively engage with the fandom more than others lol)

[nighthoundsworld]

As I now feel like the main pioneer for the Next Avengers fandom I’m gonna start something (that’s probably not gonna be consistent) called Head-canon that’s probably 1000% true and todays Topic is on the very awkward subject for our Next Avengers ✨PARENTS✨ specifically Mothers

#1 James and Francis are complete Mamas Boys without a doubt so this post will be about them. Now not saying they don’t love their dads because they do………but come on now if I had a mom that looked like this I’d be a mamas boy as well

(James)

#2 James wears a Red hourglass necklace around his neck and never removes it because it was the last thing Natasha gave to him before she went to fight Ultron and ultimately died (This is the new canon because I said so, so if our Next Avengers come back in mainstream media expect this to be a thing)

#3 The Day Steve and Natasha left to fight Ultron which lead to their deaths Natasha was forced to inject James with a syringe that had sleeping medication because he wouldn’t stop screaming and crying and wouldn’t let go of Natasha mind you that at the time James was only 3 which grew his fears of Needles

#4 The only Picture James has of his Parents is them dancing at their wedding, it’s the only picture he has and he stops himself for looking for more because every second he spends looking at that picture reminds him of what he lost and what he’s never able to get back

#5 Although James is Captain America’s son and he’s held at such a high regard and given such respect he acts more like Natasha. His hairs the same shade of red, He leans more towards the spy in him than the goodie two shoes solider, his hero costumes primary color is a red and Black jacket with a star etc overall he leans more towards Natasha in the personality department

#6 James biggest secret that no one knows but him is he knows Ballet, he practiced in secret for years and perfected the craft and everyday he ends his day by looking at a Russian Ballerina Music Box and watches it twirl as he thinks about her

(Francis)

#7 let’s get this out the way right now Francis was not planned 😂 LOL He was an accident Baby that Clint and Bobbi made on their 3rd Honeymoon but never the doubt the idea of Abortion never once crossed their minds as they agreed that little Francis was gonna be there’s 100%

#8 Francis being the only one who actually was able to live a portion of his life with his Parents Bobbi tried her hardest to give him some sort of normalcy in hiding with the Freedom Fighters (or whatever they were called) she taught him all the basic things and even made a small area for him where she’s read him bed stories every night and promise him a better future

#9 Bobbi’s nickname for Francis was “Her Little Birdy” or “Franky”

#10 evidently when Bobbi’s death came Francis was 10 years old. A group of Ultron bot’s found their base and she led the fight to stall while Clint helped everyone evacuate. She gave Francis her Goggles and made him promise that no matter what never loose hope in fighting to save the day before Eventually Clint was forced to carry Francis away leaving the boy to watch as the last time he saw his Mother she was fighting for her life in which she ultimately lost

#11 Francis keeps a picture of Bobbi in his pocket at all times so he never forgets his Mom’s face along with the fact that he never takes off his goggles the least he’ll do is just rest them upon his head hiding them within his hair

#12 he customized his Bow so that it can turn into a Bow Staff along with two separate Batons the same Bobbi used as he trained himself with the art of the Bow Staff in honor of her. He also carved out a small Mockingbird within his Bow for her

#13 every year on her Birthday he leaves flowers and one of the children’s books she read to him at her Grave where he talks to her and gives her a recap of what happened in the past year promising her he’d never give up fighting for what’s right

Overall these two are complete Mamas Boys and again like I said I don’t blame them look at who their moms are

[t00nyah]

SO! A THING ABOUT THE ART CHALLENGE I TALKED ABOUT IN MY LAST POST...

we ended up trading characters. LMAO. it was so funny how we just were like WAIT CAN I GET THIS ONE PLEASE PLEASE

SO. ABOUT MY COOL AND AWESOME IDEAS.

if you're an old t00nyan...you know splatoon changed me as a person.

but there's one particular thing i really like making characters based off...

SEA SLUGS. (please stay till the end the final artwork is the best thing i ever drew and is like the equivalent of me learning splatoon style AND there's umm something cool you need to know.)

so. literally everyone knows i love sea bunnies for looking so so so cute and silly. i always say white lizards are like sea bunnies to me. and as you all know i love gathering a lot of facts and applying them to the character.

first, i've decided to make it somewhat atypical to what people are more used to see...as far as i know yellow sea bunnies are more common than white ones. and it works! the character looks way better than when it was white haha. speaking of appearance, of course they're small, sea bunnies are teeny tiny!!!!!!!!!

from what i've read for this challenge, apparently sea bunnies use jellyfish stingers for self-defense, huge if true bc that's why this fella holds a jellyfish. they highly depend on stunning predators to outrun them in my vision. also, um. wiki mentions that the sponges sea bunnies feed on contain toxins that can be used in cancer treatment, so you know what that means. in MY concept it's like... them being a rotting iterator's last hope or smth, which would be funny because being toxic also equals to being a little shit personality-wise. imagine your last hope is a creature that won't stop throwing jellyfish at you.

next one is a cabbage slug! it's a very pretty one!! i actually have a splatoon oc Elysia based on them haha.

this particular photo was my reference for the blueish palette but they can be veeery colorful and veeery pretty...

i don't have anything in my head for this one, i just felt like i HAD to make an elysia crispata slugcat. they're just nice, herbivore, love sunbathing and just enjoy being here!

so. last one is like my MAGNUM OPUS. at first i didn't even consider it. i wanted to make an octopus based one for branding reasons but then i saw this shitter.

im sorry im not actually mean to them but. this guy is a blue dragon. i randomly saw them and went 'oh yeah they exist, wonder what they'd be like. could be a cool design.'

THE RESULT...

IS THIS GUY.

so. blue dragons, apparently, prey on bigger predators and then store their most dangerous venom to use it on their next prey. but it also ends up even more deadly that the predators'.

so i went okay. if that's not a cool concept, i don't know what is. and then...things went kind of too far.

introducing to you: The Weaponeer.

food requirement: 8(10) [quite obviously eats corpses with 1/4 pip from blue fruit and stuff]

they're fast, (NOT as fast as rivulet, but faster than hunter, probably like 1.45x) have bigger lung capacity (~4.25x, a lot, but not as much as rivulet has) and have a 'special ability' of sorts

the Weaponeer is a master in self-defence and knows well how to utilize its' predators' weapons as their own. they can deshell overgrown(!) centipedes, demask vultures and steal king vultures' harpoons (without needing a spear, practically like a maul but it only works for this and only due to the Weaponeer just knowing how to do that more practically)

their base damage is 1.0, BUT using harpoon spears multiplies it to 1.5 (although i think it lowers throwing skill considering it's heavy and giant, they can't exactly throw it, it's more of a melee weapon. it probably slows them down too?)

i have a little campaign idea too! so, wiki mentions them being washed up on the shore sometimes...and that felt like an idea.

the Weaponeer is a capable and very confident slugcat, but they are lost far from home in Deserted Faraway - a result of some poor planning of the Ancients. once a river, now a cavern full of adapted to new circumstances living beings. the region has two subregions, one of them being a cave system and the other being the remains of the iterator that was doomed right from the start. when the Weaponeer arrives to Deserted Faraway, it's already its own blooming ecosystem.

im really proud of how this menu art turned out! i hope i will get to draw more artworks like that someday...when im not that busy, haha. it did take me an entire DAY to finish this one.

i intended to sell them initially just bc they ended up pretty cool so...THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING. i sadly can't really...actually...sell them for money...which is very fucking dissatisfying.

BUT. but. if you know me you know i'm desperate for OC fanart, so if you really want them trading for art is an option!!! my dms are open :]

but yeah, thanks for looking at this, it took me a while and im actually proud of this project!!

[cinnamilkekouhai]

Komi! Reader x Tokyo Rev

Reader is a school beauty or known as the goddess in her state with a communication disorder (speech disorder)

In this story, reader knows the basics of martial arts and how to fight.

Jealous mikey.

Reader's family will not be introduced, has her own apartment

You r known for your beauty in the town, people often mistaken u as the goddess due to your spectacular appearance, people who liked u doesnt based on gender, u attracted both male and female. U really wanted to tell them thats not the case of u becoming a goddess in their eyes but theres one particular shortcoming u had since u were little, u have developed a speech disorder which prevented u from talking to people, even if u tried to talk, u will end up stuttering. Because of that, people will think of u as a cold-cool beauty who doesnt like to talk, which they find it cool for some reason-

But dont be too discouraged, u made a few new friends in school, emma, hinata, senju and yuzuha. 4 girls know about your speech disorder and decided to make friends with u which made u really happy about working towards the goal of making 100 friends. U love the girls more than anything and they find u adorable too, u told emma that u have to return some books to the library, she said she will be waiting for u at the gate and u nodded, senju couldnt come because she had a meeting with brahman and yuzuha had some classes on going, as for hinata she went out on a date with takemichi so its just left u and emma.

"Emma? What r u doing here?" mikey being surprised that emma is standing at the gate waiting for someone, he know the different schedule of the girls, he knows senju, hinata and yuzuha r busy so he was curious about who shes waiting, "shh just a minute until she comes, u'll see" emma gave mikey a small mysterious wink, making mikey being more curious about the 'she' emma was talking about. "cut the secret, emma tell us who is it-" "Y/n chann!!" draken was about to say something until emma cut him off by shouting your name and ran to u, the 2 boys turned their heads towards u as u r walking down the path to the school gate and they immediately frozed. U r very popular in school and they have heard of your beauty but has never seen it before, seeing your long pure dark-purple hair flows to your lower back and along with a pair of slanted eyes that r of the same colour just sends a blessing to them. "ken-chin..shes pretty.." mikey tugged on draken's sleeve, at this point draken was frozed too upon seeing the 'school goddess' that people mentioned about, even the teachers and the principle took a huge liking to u due to your intelligence, now they have saw it with their own eyes, they just stood there like a statue as emma held your hand in excitement upon seeing her beautiful friend. U r happy to see emma too while your face has a small blushed,

Emma："oh! Theres somebody i would like u to meet."

U："??"

Emma dragged u to the 2 boys who were still frozed in place, they just stare at u while emma just start introducing draken and mikey.

"this is manjiro sano, my brother, u can call him mikey, and thats ken Ryuguji, u can call him draken for short." u looked at the 2 boys and took out your notebook, mikey and draken was curious cause they have never seen anyone taking out a notebook after being introduced to someone, they looked at u writing something on your notebook and showed it to emma.

"U have a nice brother emma, address to them that my name is y/n komi and its nice to meet them, do tell them my condition so it wouldnt cause them some troubles in the future"

Emma chuckled as u look so cute to have a small blush on your face, she told mikey and draken about your name and your situation of having the condition, mikey had no idea how the condition works and draken had to explain it to him.

"ken-chin, whats a speech disorder?"

"speech disorder is basically a condition in which a person has problems creating or forming the speech sounds needed to communicate with others. I told u to atleast study and u were there getting into fights-"

"boo, ken chin dont embarrassed me infront of y/n chan..."

Mikey then walked up to u with cheeky smile and got closer to your face while patting u on the head, u blushed hard by the sudden interaction and covered your face with your hands.

U："(灬º 艸º灬)!!"

Mikey："y/n-chin, me and ken-chin will be your 5th and 6th friend, oh! U can come join toman, im sure u will make a lot more new friends there too! (/^∇^)/ "

Emma："aww whose in love nowwwww"

Draken："lol i call that love at first sight"

U："....." *blushed hard

U scribbled on your note book saying that u loved to be friends with them and for the first time ever, u tried to speak, u started with wanting to say a simple hi, what u meant to say was "konichiwa, mikey" but it came out with "ko-ko-ko-ko-ko-ko" mikey, draken and emma burst out laughing, not because they r making fun of your stuttering, but laughing because u r too adorable for them to handle, Especially your cute and soft little voice, emma hugged and praised u,

Emma："y/n chan improved so much! When we first met, she cant even say a single letter!"

Mikey："yea, draken can we go eat? Im hungry"

Draken："alright alright.."

Mikey："y/n chin is coming with us too right?"

U："...." *nodded

Emma："lets go to the same bakery! I heard they have some new ice cream!"

After having some snacks, mikey suggested that u can come hang out with him and his so called "gang", emma had tuition at the time so she left u with mikey and draken for them to take care of u, u were not so sure about the idea of being with them as u dont wanna cause any trouble for them, but the both of them reassured u with a smile, putting u at eased. U smiled back at them and they were so obsessed with it, mikey kept asking for more since he loved it so much and draken being a red head- u wrote on your notebook again.

"pls do not look at me, its making me feel embarrassed.."

U tilted your head to side, peeking out of your notebook with a heating red face. That gave those 2 a strike out of (yes) how cute u look, mikey immediately hugged u, draken just kept pulling him back because hes afraid that what mikey is doing will make u uncomfortable, but mikey just wont budged

Mikey："y/n chinn u r so adorablee!"

U："（・/////////・；）"

Draken："come on mikey, y/n is gonna feel uncomfortable"

Mikey："ehhhhh?? But y/n say she liked me..right y/n chin??"

Thinking for a moment, u nodded your head. Mikey is so overjoyed that u agree into liking him (as friends), but he wanted more than just like.

The 3 of u continue to walk down the road and came across a temple. U were confused about whats going on when mikey took your hand and walked up to the top of the temple, on the other side of the temple, u heard someone shouted "The toman president is here! SALUTE! BOW!"

"GOOD AFTERNOON, PRESIDENT!"

Mikey just looked at them from the top of the temple, he turned towards u, who was hiding behind draken from the sudden noise, mikey just chuckled "its okay y/n chin, meet my gang, toman" after saying that he turned towards the gang.

"Attention! I have some announcement to make."

All the members looked up towards mikey, waiting for his next announcement or command.

"i have bought someone with me, yall better not lay a dirty finger on her or else we r gonna get very nasty Got it?"

"YES SIR!"

Mikey held your hand, u stepped forward and u r now facing at a huge crowd with over or even more than a 100 people.

"whooaa shes so beautiful.."

"our president is so lucky to meet her.."

"i wonder if she is single"

Seeing so many people made u shivered out of nervous, mikey noticed it and held your hands even tighter, that movement alone had calm u down for a bit. After making sure u r okay, mikey then turned his head to toman.

Mikey："This is y/n komi, now shes the princess of toman and i know most of u had heard her name in school, im gonna make it very clear, right here and right now, Shes mine, if i know any of u tries to be funny about getting between me and her, ill beat the ass out of u. Understood?"

"y/n komi..?? Isnt she the school goddess??"

"my god, president is just so lucky.."

"i cant stop staring shes just so pretty.."

At this point, everyone was just so mesmerized by your fragile beauty to even pay full attention to mikey's words, It's still up to draken to bring them to their senses.

"R U GUYS DEAF? DID U NOT HEAR THE PRESIDENT'S WORDS??"

"YES SIR!"

U："...." *shivered*

U were just so confused at this point, what does mikey mean by "shes mine?", "princess of toman?", u kept thinking to yourself and u didnt hear mikey calling out to u.

Mikey："y/n chin? Hello? Earth to y/n!"

U："!"

Mikey："its our training time now, do u wanna watch? U can sit on that bench there."

U：*nodded*

U were sitting on a bench comfortably, with mikey and draken standing by your sides while supervising the gang members as they do their push ups and sit ups. The members gave their best shot than before knowing that the school goddess is looking at them right now, i mean, who dont wanna look and gave in their best when the person they like is infront of them. Draken was puzzled about the sudden motivation, but mikey knows that they r doing their best is because u r watching them.

U sat there, quietly watch them as they continue to train but u had something on your mind, draken noticed it and asked if u needed anything, u wrote down on your notebook and showed it to him.

"I have noticed a certain mis-posture of the fighting stands in Tadaaki san's, may i have the permission to correct them?"

He looked at u with a smile

Draken："u r toman's princess, pls do whatever as u like, dont be so casual, be a bit comfortable with us."

He then turned to mikey

Draken："oi, mikey, y/n said she wanted to have a talk with tadaaki"

Mikey："Everyone, stopped for a moment"

Everyone immediately stop what they r doing and turned their heads towards your directions, who is walking down the temple stairs towards the guy, man that guy is nervous as heck when the goddess in his heart approached him, Mikey shouted from the top of the temple.

"Oi, taddaki, show her your stands, she has some teachings for u."

Tadaaki immediately put on his stands, u bend down to look at his arms and hand placement, fingers tucked on your chin while thinking of something, welp, the guy really wanted this moment to stop, his goddess, standing right near him, he can feel u breathing and hear your heartbeat, hes face is red as hell.

Without saying anything, u held his arm softly and put it in the right place of the stands, u started teaching him the right ways of using the posture and even demonstrate it to him, surprisingly without u saying anything, he seems to understand what u r trying to teach him, everyone just looked at u both in dead silent (I can feel the jealousy here-). Finally getting it right, u patted him on the head, looking at him in the eye and gave him a 'u did it!' expression. The gang members looked at the interaction with full jealousy and rage, Especially mikey, it pissed him off that u r being so closed to that guy, patted that guy when u havent even pat him yet. Feeling irritated , he called out to u.

Mikey："y/n chin, pls come back now"

U："(▰╹◡╹▰)"

Tadaaki just wanted to spend some more time with u when he felt a glare and met the eyes of the raging mikey, shiver went down his spine, u ran to mikey with the most innocent face ever, and thats what he likes to see, he held u closer as he doesnt wanna let go of u anymore.

"Stop looking now, Continue!"

"Yes sir!"

"theres my baby!"

U turned around and see emma with yuzuha waving at u, u r so excited to see the girls and wanting to give them a hug, but mikey just cling onto u, making u hard to move, he even burried his face into the crook of your neck, that alone made u flustered

U："◐∇◐a ;;"

Mikey："nope im not letting y/n chin go.."

Emma："Mikey! Stop clinging onto my baby! Let her go this instant! (ง°̀ﾛ°́)ง"

Yuzuha："yea! U have your time with her, shes ours now! (●｀Д´)╭☞"

Draken："just keep it down.."

SORRY ILL CONTINUE THIS SERIES SOONER OR LATER, I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO INTRODUCE THE OTHER TOMAN FOUNDERS ITS LIKE 1AM HERE-