#lulu needs some serious help

[weevmo]

Who ordered the Corduroy Stew?

[bradleysass]

Visit - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 852

Barty’s phone rang just as he was in the middle of an important task—throwing grapes at Evan from across the kitchen counter to see how many he could land in his coffee mug. The moment he saw Pandora’s name flashing on the screen, he smirked and answered, leaning back against his chair.

"Pandora! To what do I owe the pleasure—"

"Barty, I need you to be on your best behavior when I visit later today."

No greeting. No explanation. Just a demand.

Barty blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Best. Behavior." Her tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

Evan snorted, sipping his now grape-infused coffee. "Sounds serious. What’d you do this time?"

"Nothing!" Barty shot back before returning to the phone. "What exactly do you mean by 'best behavior'? Because that’s pretty subjective, and I need some parameters."

"Just… be nice. No swearing. No threats. No crime."

"Well, now you’re just asking for a miracle."

Pandora sighed. "Barty."

"Fine, fine, I’ll be good. But only because I’m curious."

Pandora hung up without another word, and Barty frowned. "What the hell was that about?"

Evan, already resigned to whatever chaos awaited them, merely shrugged. "Guess we’ll find out."

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A few hours later, there was a knock at the door.

Barty, ever dramatic, swung it open with a flourish. "Pandora, my dearest—oh. Oh."

Standing next to Pandora was a tiny blonde girl, staring up at him with wide, dreamy eyes. Little Luna, clutching a well-loved stuffed rabbit, beamed at him.

"Uncle Barty!"

Barty, the same man who had once gleefully threatened a man over taking the last good parking spot, melted on the spot. "Lulu!"

Evan watched in horror as Barty crouched down, holding his arms open. Luna ran to him, and he scooped her up, spinning her in a circle while she giggled. The sight was nothing short of jarring.

Pandora gave Evan a knowing smirk. "And now you understand."

Barty was speaking in a tone Evan had never heard from him before—soft, gentle, doting. "You’ve gotten taller, kiddo. What’s the verdict? Am I still your favorite?"

Luna nodded solemnly. "Yes, but only if you have cookies."

"I would never disappoint you like that," Barty swore, carrying her inside as if she were royalty. "Evan, fetch the cookies for our esteemed guest."

Evan arched an eyebrow. "Fetch?"

"Evan," Barty whispered harshly, "she’s a baby. I am a man on a mission. Don’t ruin this for me."

Evan sighed but complied, watching as Barty set Luna down and immediately began playing whatever ridiculous game she had in mind. Within minutes, Barty—who normally thrived on chaos and destruction—was helping Luna arrange her stuffed animals in a meticulous tea party setup, pouring imaginary tea and complimenting Mr. Bun-Bun on his exceptional taste in scarves.

Pandora leaned in to Evan. "It’s like watching a wolf raise a lamb, isn’t it?"

Evan shook his head in disbelief. "I’m honestly a little scared."

Luna, perched on Barty’s lap, offered him a tiny plastic teacup. "Uncle Barty, do you take sugar in your tea?"

Barty gasped. "Lulu, you know me so well. Two lumps, please."

Evan was struggling to process the sight of his terrifying, unpredictable boyfriend pretending to sip tea from a plastic cup, nodding seriously as Luna explained the importance of proper tea etiquette. It was, in a word, ridiculous.

But also… kind of adorable.

Barty caught Evan staring. "What?"

Evan smirked. "You’re a menace to society, but put a kid in front of you, and suddenly you’re a girl dad."

Barty huffed. "It’s called range, Evan. Look it up."

Pandora grinned. "I knew you’d behave."

Barty shot her a look before returning his full attention to Luna. "So, Lulu, what’s the plan for today? More tea parties? Perhaps we start a revolution? Overthrow the oppressive toy monarchy?"

Luna clapped her hands. "A revolution!"

Barty gasped. "That’s my girl!"

Evan groaned. "Oh no."

"Oh yes!" Barty grinned, already pulling a blanket from the couch to fashion into a makeshift royal cape. "Every revolution needs a fearless leader. Luna, you shall be Queen Luna the First, Ruler of Stuffed Animals and Guardian of the Cookie Jar."

Luna giggled, clearly delighted. "And Uncle Barty is my knight!"

Barty nodded solemnly. "At your service, my queen."

Pandora sighed with a fond shake of her head. "I should have known it would escalate."

By the time the so-called revolution was in full swing, the living room had been transformed into a war room. Stuffed animals lined the couch like an army, and Barty, donning a pot as a makeshift helmet, was dramatically recounting the injustices of the evil toy king—a particularly lumpy teddy bear named Sir Fluffington.

"Sir Fluffington has ruled with an iron paw for too long!" Barty declared. "It is time for change!"

Luna, perched atop the couch like a throne, raised her tiny fist. "Down with Sir Fluffington!"

"DOWN WITH SIR FLUFFINGTON!" Barty echoed, fist in the air.

Evan, watching all of this unfold, turned to Pandora. "I can’t believe this is my life."

Pandora just laughed. "At least he’s on his best behavior."

[lilylushes]

idk if u take requests but like... jealous lulu?? i need this in my life pls

I made it smutty AF hope that's okay lol

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“Do you want another drink, baby?” your boyfriend, Luigi asked you, his hand around your waist and mouth touching your ear so you could hear him through the loud music at the bar.

“Yes, please - just another vodka cran would be amazing.” You turned your head to give him a quick kiss.

“Be right back, okay?” he smiles and gives your ass a small slap, walking over to the bar.

You turn back to your friends but they must have gone to the bathroom. You wait at your cocktail table alone, but not for long. A man comes up to you, beginning to flirt with you and asking you questions about what you do, what you like, etc.

“I’m sorry, I’m flattered, but I have a boyfriend who I’m very happy with.”

“Bet he doesn’t treat you as good as I would,” he says, moving towards you and putting his hand on your ass, causing you to back away.

“You have two seconds to get the hell out of this bar before I kick your ass.” You realize that Luigi has returned with your drink. The man removes his hand from you, exchanging a couple of remarks with your boyfriend, before leaving.

“Sorry that happened, baby. Finish that and let’s get out of here, okay?” he leans down to talk into your ear.

For the rest of the time you spend at the bar, Luigi becomes extra protective of you, not leaving your side, always touching you, and asking if you’re okay about once every thirty seconds. His tone is serious and his voice is deep.The alcohol is taking effect and you’re just fine with it, even turned on by it.

On the Uber ride home, Luigi holds your hand, but seems tense. The closer you get to your place, the farther up your thigh your and Luigi’s hands go.

“I’m gonna change, take my makeup off, and go to bed, okay?” you whisper to him as you arrive.

“Yeah, bed sounds great.”

Once you reach your bedroom, before you can go to the bathroom, Luigi grabs you.

“Y/N, you know I don’t like getting jealous, but I couldn’t help it when that creep was talking to you tonight.” he says in a deep, almost groaning voice. His hand goes to your waist and brings you close to him. You can feel tightness in his pants.

You wrap your hands around your boyfriend’s neck. “Lu, you know you’re my one and only. Nobody would make me turn my head. I love you and you’re stuck with me as long as you want, okay?” you smiled at him.

But he wasn’t in that kind of mood. As you leaned in to give him a peck, he crashed your lips together, going into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. You explored each other’s mouths, ripping off one another’s clothes while you came up for air. Your hands were all over each other, and your kisses swallowed your loud moans.

“On your knees, baby - now.” You knew you were in for some mind blowing sex whenever he got this dominant. You sank to your knees, eyes remaining locked with his. He removed his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free.

“Suck me off, baby. Show me what that mouth can do, okay?”

You pump him in your hand for a couple of strokes, licking his veins and playing with his tip and precum.

“I said suck, baby, not tease. You know I cum fast when you do that.”

You let out a flirty, moaning laugh, before taking him into your mouth as far as you could, causing him to gasp.

“God, baby, that mouth is gonna be the death of m- fuck,” he moans, closing his eyes.

You continue blowing him while he has his hands in your hair, occasionally sucking his balls and teasing his tip, which made him drop a series of expletives every time. You look up at him while you suck him off, driving him crazy.

“Those eyes, baby, ugh, I’m gonna cum seeing you on your knees and looking up at me like this while you suck my cock. Yeah, you like having this cock in your mouth?”

You suck him more intensely and passionately, moaning every time you take him. He begins to thrust his cock into your throat.

“Gonna come for you, baby, you’re gonna swallow it all, okay?” he struggles between moans.

You moan to acknowledge him, which also causes his release. He brings your head to the base of his cock, grunting while his cum spills down your throat.

He brings his thumb to your chin, the rest of his hand helping to tilt it upwards.

“Show me.”

You open your mouth, still staring into his eyes innocently, showing him that you’ve taken all of his seed.

“Good girl, always such a good girl for me.” He brings his hand out to help you up before holding your face and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. 

“I love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much, okay?” he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Get on the bed, baby,” he whispers.

You follow his directions, putting your head on the pillow. He climbs on top of you, kissing you some more while his hands explore the upper half of your body.

“Lu,” you moan, “need you.”

“I know, baby, I just want to worship every part of you. But what my good girl wants, she gets,” he comes up for another kiss.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he says, breaking away and bringing himself to your core.

With that, he wraps his arms around each of your thighs and licks your folds, making you moan. He looks up at you to gauge how good his tongue is making you feel.

“Mmm, love my baby’s pussy so much. You taste so good, dolcezza.”

He takes his right hand to insert 2 fingers into your hole, causing you to clench immediately.

“Gonna cum, baby? Could anyone else make you feel this good, yeah? That fucking douchebag?” while his fingers curl in your cunt, his mouth continues working on your clit.

“N-n-no” is all you can get out. Your moans become louder and stronger.

“Please let me come, Lu, baby, please.” you say, holding onto his curls.

“Go ahead, baby, cum on my mouth, wanna taste my baby girl’s cum.”

With that, you release onto his mouth, making him moan too. He laps up all of your juices before coming back up to your level.

“Mine. All mine.” he says with a smile. You take your index finger to wrap around his chain, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Can you please fuck me now, Lu? Need your cock inside me, need you to fill me up with your cock and cum.”

“Of course, baby. Been waiting to do this all night. You look so hot, had me hard for you all night, just thinking about fucking you the whole time.” 

He lines himself up to your entrance, sliding in slowly, causing both of you to moan while looking into each other’s eyes.

After allowing you to adjust for a few seconds, he begins thrusting in and out at a fast pace. He leans down to connect your foreheads

“You’re mine baby. Fucking mine.”

“I’m all yours, Lu. Only yours.” you tell him with your hands on the sides of his face.

Hearing this made Luigi quicken his thrusts even more. You can tell that he’ll cum soon. He takes your legs from wrapping around his hips and brings them as far back as they’ll go. The new angle has you a moaning mess on the edge of orgasm.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asks, gazing into your soul.

“Yours” you moan.

“Say my fucking name, baby.” he replies in a deep, serious voice.

“Yours Luigi, This pussy belongs to you. Nobody could ever fuck me as good as you do.”

He lets out a noise that you can only describe as animalistic, before his thrusts get sloppy.

“Cum with me baby, okay? Love making my pretty girl cum on this cock.”

You unravel beneath him, moaning and gasping, which triggers his own release. He thrusts into you a few more times, pushing his cum up into your cunt, before laying down beside you and bringing you into his chest.

“You’re mine, baby. Can’t live without you. I love you so much.” he takes your hand and kisses it before interlocking your fingers.

“I love you too, baby,” you reply.

[moonlitstoriess]

A Moment Away- Lucien Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Decided to write a cute/romantic little fanfic about Lulu because my boy deserves all the love🧡☺️

Y/n loved her job as a craftsman. Creating beautiful and intricate items, from paintings to jewelry, made her feel the happiest. Selling them to people or giving her mate these items when he goes to act as a diplomat in some court makes her feel quite valued too. She couldn't even count how many times her mate would come back from his trip, beyond happy and grateful to her because the individual he was meant to impress and create an alliance with fell in love with her craftsmanship.

Y/n also loved her workshops, her lessons that she would give to higher fae and after the war, to lesser fae with no charge. Feyre, the High Lady of the Night Court, even came to her workshops multiple times, praising her work and even sending y/n some paintings of her own too. Safe to say, Y/n was glad to have so many supporters and lovers of her work, including the high lady.

But sometimes, her motivation to create would cease to exist. Those days were the worst because she would feel her lowest. Unskilled, not special, not smart or talented. When that would happen, she wouldn't work or cheer up for the next couple of days, weeks, even.

But there was only one something or rather someone, who could bring her motivation back. Her handsome, funny, loving, charming, beyond clumsy and sometimes awkward mate, Lucien Vanserra. Y/n doesn't remember a day when Lucien wouldn't praise or shower her in love and affection. From morning till evening, Lucien will always find a way to show his admiration and care.

From the moment they accepted their mating bond two beautiful years ago, y/n and her mate had grown inseperable. Madly in love. It was this very same love that always caused her to feel beyond saddened whenever Lucien had to leave. His job as a diplomat, an emissary, required him to always be on the move. And y/n understood it, she really did. After all, it is thanks to his work that they are able to live so comfortably. It is thanks to his serious work ethic that Rhsand gave them a bigger home in Velaris for whenever they visit. And it is thanks to his and her work that they now have a comfortable house in the outskirts of the forest, near a lake, close to the human lands, and the wall from where he can also easily contact with Jurien and Vassa.

But it didn't help that each time after he left, y/n was feeling emotional. She grew so close with him that they were basically inseperable now. Even though he would shower her with kisses, cuddles, romantic intimate moments the night before, it would still fail to be enough.

So imagine the surprise on y/n's face when she came back home one day from her workshop and found a basket of some of her favorite flowers and a small note saying:

Come to the lake, my sunshine.

Y/n was shocked. Two days earlier, Lucien had written her that he would be home in a week but this.....he is home early. There were no more words, but there didn't need to be. She could almost hear the warmth in his voice, feel the promise in those few words. A small smile tugged at her lips, and for the first time that day, a sliver of hope broke through the clouds of her mood.

She made her way to the lake, the path lit by the soft glow of twilight. The cool evening breeze played with her hair, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. The familiar sights and sounds of the forest calmed her nerves, the rhythmic rustling of leaves underfoot grounding her.

When she reached the lake, the sight before her took her breath away. A blanket was spread out on the grass, and atop it, an array of food—bread, cheese, fresh fruit, and a bottle of wine, all carefully laid out. The beautiful view of the sun setting over the horizon, casting its gentle glow over the whole area, added to the beauty of it all. But....there was no Lu-

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, her mates honey-like sultry voice coming from right beside her ear.

"You came,"

“How could I not?” she replied, her own smile growing by the minute as y/n leaned her head back onto his chest, allowing him to kiss her cheek. “But you, came early.”

Lucien chuckled as he turned her to face him, y/n's hands coming upwards to hold him by the neck as they smiled at one another.

"I missed you dearly, each moment without you was like torture. Had to come see you."

Y/n chuckled lightly as she said, "Lu, you can't just leave your duties for me."

Lucien scoffed as he leaned his head down, "Of course I can. You are my mate, nothing or no one is ever more important to me than you."

And before she could reply, he was kissing her with so much love and passion, as if trying to convey his feelings through this act.

She laughed fullheartedly once they seperated, tilting her head backwards as Lucien gently swayed them with a smile covering his face. Watching his mate be so free and happy made him feel happy.

After a little while, he gently took her hand and led her towards the small blanket sitting down and bringing her with him. As y/n got comfortable on his lap, playing with the small bracelet she gifted him on his wrist, and they stared into the beautiful view, she heard him say,

"Your presence is the forgotten melody that makes my heart sing in a language only we understand."

Y/n turned her head to look at him, their gazes meeting. "And you are the magic that makes every note of my heart's song feel like a new beginning."

Lucien smiled before leaning in to kiss her once more, this time gently. And then, her layed down, causing her to also fall back with a small gasp and a giggle.

They talked as they ate, sharing stories of their day, venting frustrations, and exchanging quiet laughter. The food was delicious, but it was the company that truly nourished her. Being with Lucien, feeling his warmth beside her, hearing his voice—these were the things that mattered, that made everything else fade into insignificance.

As the night deepened, they lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the stars. The moon cast a silver glow over the lake, turning the water into a shimmering mirror. Lucien’s hand found hers, their fingers intertwining.

“You know,” he said softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that made her heart ache, “no matter how tough the day is, knowing I have you to come back to makes it all worth it.”

She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his. “And I’ll always be here,” she promised. “Whenever you need me, I’ll be right here.”

Lucien smiled, a quiet, content smile that spoke of unspoken promises and endless tomorrows. “I love you, and I will also be there for you. Always.” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, her heart full. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice steady and sure. 

In that moment, beneath the vast expanse of stars, with the world fading away around them, they were all that mattered. No more worries, no more frustrations—just the two of them, together, bound by love and whispered promises.

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A/n: Hope you guys enjoyed reading this. It's not proofread so sorry for any grammatical mistakes:))

[raihann1]

𓈒⟡₊🦇HALLOWEEN SERIES BABYSITTING CHILDREN CREEPS WITH?✶.˚

PROMPT: 2 Characters: Jeff, Sally, Lazari

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"FUCK!" Jeff screamed

"Do we have a problem?" (You got a bone to pick? Okay am done :c)

Slenderman sighed as he stared at the both of you.

"I just need you to babysit the children, it should not be that hard." They said crossing their long arms.

"Yeah but why him?!" You said glaring at Jeff who glared back.

"He's the only one avaliable right now. Now so help me and sort it together! Dismissed." His tone was serious and that meant it was final, no arguing. ---------------------------- "Y/N, Jeff!" Sally's upbeat tone caught their attention.

"Lazari and I are playing house! Come play with us!" Jeff grimaced while Y/N shurgged and joined them.

"So, lets set roles!" Sally said happily while Lazari quietly nodded smiling softly.

"We'll be sisters and Jeff can b-" she was rudely cut off.

"The badass uncle, am not being the father." He said flipping his knife around.

"I guess.. I'll be the older sister/brother?" Y/N said.

"So its settled!" Sally said and dragged all of them into a big room where there were 4 beds. One for sally, lucy, lazari and LuLu.

"Ahem!" Sally began "Lazari and I will be attending a tea party! Now.. we must invite big sibling Y/N and.. uh the creepy uncle Jeff."

Jeff looked offended.

"Ah yes, uh.. I will bring the tea!" Lazari said scurrying away quickly.

She returned back with a pink tea pot with a uncanny smile and a top that opened. Sally got 4 cups and a few fake cookies.

"Alright! We can now start!" Sally said beaming.

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"HANDS UP BITCHES!" not only 10 minutes later Jeff had a toy gun and pretended to shoot the imaginary guests.

"Oh no! Crazy uncle is going insane!" Sally said and tugged on Y/Ns clothes.

"Big sibling will help!" She handed y/n a nerf gun.

"Standoff!" They said smirking as the two children looked up intrested.

"Wait!" Sally dashed off and grabbed a bowl of candy and came back and handed lazari some gummy worms which she left untouched.

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"Playing hero huh?" Jeff said mocking Y/N

"Always playing the villian huh? Your gonna lose!"

"You sure about that?!" jeff said pulling up his toy gun, Y/N did the same.

"Pew pew!" Jeff expected nothing to happen instead water came out and he stared confused. "A water gun?.."

"Jeff." Y/N said furious.

"Alright kids go to bed! Uh me and Y/N are gonna have a real standoff!" They both ran off.

"GUYS!" sally said pouting while Lazari crossed her arms dissapointed.

[danieyells]

How Much Is An SSR Worth?

Summary: Ren gets Taiga's help. SFW.

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The Sinostra students looked up at the approaching stranger. Their looks were clearly unfriendly, untrustworthy, and some of them even reached in their blazers as if for weapons(were they allowed to walk around campus armed!?) Ren froze and grit his teeth, looking at the little group of gangsters and at the blood red mop of hair of their leader who didn't even turn around to acknowledge him. He was starting to regret thinking this could work--there was no way this was worth it.

Before he could start to back away, the Captain of the Sinsotra house tipped his head further back, directing a pair of bright yellow eyes at him from where they'd been staring emptily into the ceiling. Ren froze. The slow blink he received reminded him of a cat video he'd seen online, albeit significantly less cute and even less likely to be a sign of affection.

". . .who're you?"

Ren briefly felt like he'd been transported into a mafia movie. It was the gravel in his voice, or maybe the cold look in his eyes.

He floundered for a bit, trying to come up with a way to bring up why he came over that didn't sound ludicrous to a normie. Just looking at this guy, he wouldn't know a thing about what he was talking about or needed--but he knew he might be his only hope right now. Maybe Taiga caught on to that hopelessness, or maybe he was amused by the fumbling, because his dull expression became a curious and interested one.

"Oh. Ain't you one of Harry's kids?" Harry? Did Haru know this guy!? Somehow that made it worse. Taiga spun around in his seat to look at Ren properly, his excited expression showing off his shark-like teeth. Those might be cool, if not for that he followed this question up with, "you here to bring me my lunch?"

"Your lunch?"

"Yeah. One of my guys promised me he'd get me something to eat." Taiga gave a sideways nod to the Sinostra students who were sitting with him. "And Harry's place is full of all that fresh meat, ain't it? You ain't here to deliver anything for me?"

"Fresh--" He wanted to eat the anomalies? Was anybody in this place normal? "N-no, I'm not here to bring you anything!"

"Oh." Taiga deflated and pouted. "So, who the fuck are you then? You got a debt to pay? Lulu doesn't like me doing business outside the casino without him around, but I can still handle that."

This was definitely starting to feel like Ren was in over his head.

"I just. I heard some things."

"Oooh." Taiga, once again, thinks he's got it and smiles. "You need a loan? You want some illicit goods? You want somebody to turn up in Tokyo Bay?"

"What!? No!! Are you seriously saying all that shit in broad daylight!?"

"Maybe I'm not serious about it at all!" Taiga laughed, seeming amused by Ren's increasing discomfort.

"I don't need things from Sinostra! I heard some things about you! I need something from you!"

Taiga was quiet for a moment, head tilted and eyes wide like he wasn't expecting personal business. Then he pouted again, looking off to the side. "Is Lulu trying to. . .nah, he wouldn't do that. Not without tellin' me. . .selling someone's organs would be a lot more lucrative than whoring me out anyway." He muttered to himself for a moment, while Ren fished his phone out of his pocket and thrust it towards him.

He immediately jumped back as the Sinostra students drew weapons to point at him. Taiga held up a hand to stop them from gunning someone down in the cafeteria and stared dully into the screen.

". . .the fuck is this?"

"I don't have a lot of resources and I don't have a lot of time--and I heard your luck is incredible, and I just need you to press this button here."

Ren pointed at a confirmation button on the screen, careful not to tap it. Taiga stared at it as if it weren't two sentences worth of text and it was taking a long time to read.

He reached forward and tapped the screen, then snatched Ren's wrist when he tried to pull away and protest being taken out of it. A few colorful characters appeared from behind the darkened screen of the confirmation popup. The link advertising rates immediately caught Taiga's eye, and he tapped at the screen, scrolling through the numbers with increasing interest.

The rates for the most artful of characters were insanely low, and a quick tap of the gems in the top of the screen said they cost a pretty penny. He idly committed the prices and numbers to memory(where they were lost as soon as he moved away from the screen) to calculate the value of.

"What're you doing!? I just--you just have to do the pull! You don't need to look at anything else!"

"This is gambling!" Taiga said cheerfully. "Some real shit odds at that! What, you're going for that one? It looks kinda like you, kid!"

He pointed at a character near the top of the rate screen. "No, I pulled that one already, somehow. . .it's the topmost one I'm after. Everybody says it's completely overpowered and all of the new meta's based on this unit, not to mention the art--"

Taiga nodded along, the gacha having had drawn some of his interest as a gambler. Way less fun than a game with anything of interest on the line, but it still seemed interesting. Not the characters or units or anything of that sort, but the act of pulling for things of value. . .he supposed it was named after gachapon machines. But the virtual nature of it meant less limited potential. . .so the artificial scarcity was formed by limited time features like this.

Quite the business tactic. Romeo might like it.

"So you just need me to press this button here, yeah?" Taiga navigated back to the gacha as though he'd been playing the game since release. He was almost invested now. "And you want me to get you this thing or whatever."

"Yes!! If you can!!" Taiga sneered and popped open the confirmation menu.

"Kid, I don't lose bets--"

Once again guns were pointed at Ren as he grabbed Taiga's finger before he could do the pull. Not appreciating the contact, Taiga smacked his hand away, and he winced at the feeling of his rings colliding with his palm.

"You--" he swallowed, trying to ignore the threats. The look on Taiga's face almost made him want to call it quits again. This was already way more effort than it was worth. . .to a normal person, anyway, but this pull could be the true beginning or the end of his playing this game. "You need to hold down on the screen, after you press the button. It doesn't seem like it does anything, but I swear I've gotten better pulls that way--"

"I don't need your superstitions, brat."

With that, Taiga tapped the button without even looking at the screen, glaring uncomfortably into Ren's face. At first, he was frozen, before the audio cue prompted him to spin the phone screen to face himself. "Wait, you did a single pull!? You were supposed to do a ten, the rate is higher that way!"

"Don't need it."

"But if I don't get it that's a waste of my--!!!"

Ren's jaw dropped as the screen flashed a multitude of colors. The gacha music faded out, and a new track began to play, a popular voice actress' recorded line playing accompanying the subtitled dialogue being spelt out across the screen. His eyes went wide as the SSR's unique animation played, and he watched on as his desperately desired pull came through on a single, effortless shot from a stranger.

"Holy shit you got it." Taiga grinned, looking over Ren's shoulder at the new unit, completely unaware of what it meant. At most, the art was kind of nice. Ren looked like he was holding in tears--or maybe a scream. "You actually. . .in a single pull!?"

"Gyahahaha! Told you I don't lose, kid!" He threw an overly friendly arm around Ren's shoulders. Ren looked at Taiga like he was a hero. Of course he did, until Taiga said, "hey. . .you ever heard the expression 'there's no such thing as a free lunch?'"

For a moment, Ren remembered all of the things Taiga mentioned before. Debts. Deaths. Illicit substances. His face fell, and Taiga gave him a squeeze and a friendly shake and a smile that was more sinister than sincere. For a moment, Ren wondered if he'd gotten himself into something he couldn't get out of. Did this single gacha pull just pull him into a life of crime? Was he about to be some sort of drug runner for the local organized crime house? Did he need to kill somebody? Could he kill somebody?

". . .What do I owe you?" It was just a gacha pull! Why did he go to the guys who look like the mob for a gacha pull!? What a stupid idea, just because he overheard that the captain of Sinostra had some unbelievable luck. The triumphant music playing from his phone and the animated character on the screen offered him no comfort and Taiga bore his sharp teeth in a grin.

"I'm glad you asked! Lulu throws a little bitchfit whenever I do somebody a favor without a price, even if it's a personal favor and not a Sinostra one." He leaned his cheek against Ren, tapping painted nails against his chest. "And I'd guess you'd ordinarily need to do a lot more than just one pull to get what you wanted, yeah? Maybe ten, maybe even a hundred?"

Ren nodded stiffly. The rates for this game were abysmal. But it was addictive.

"So the value. . .it's way more than just one, isn't it." He couldn't remember the numbers he'd seen earlier exactly, but he could do some calculations in his head. If he bothered to. But he knew enough people with gambling addictions to know how Ren's mind worked. This service was nigh invaluable to him. "And I saved you money. That's practically worth interest."

"W-wait a second!" Ren pulled away--or, perhaps Taiga let Ren pull away. "This didn't cost you anything but a few seconds, maybe a couple minutes! The gems you spent on the pull, they weren't even 1,000 yen in total! I could pay you that out of pocket and--"

"Y'know what? You're right. It didn't cost me a thing, what'm I even saying!" He laughed and smiled in a friendly way. Ren didn't trust the sudden change in attitude in the slightest. He'd let his guard down. But it couldn't stay down. "Hell, it was even kinda fun. All the flashy lights and pretty sounds--and you got your little drawing out of it, right? Not to mention, you're one of Harry's kids, aren't'cha!"

"Eugh. I am not his. . . ." Ren stopped himself, then grit his teeth. This could save him. Haru could be of use for once. "Y-yeah, I uh. . .he's a great. . .father. . .? Anyway, if you had fun and I got what I wanted, then we're even, right?"

"Sure, sure!" Taiga clapped Ren on the shoulder. "Hey, you got more of those things you want? It was pretty fun, I wouldn't mind helping you out again if you ever want more!"

This appealed too heavily to Ren's sensitivities for him to stay on guard like he wanted. ". . .really? If you don't get results, I'm not asking you again."

"Yeah, really! I'm waiting on my lunch anyway, what else've you got?"

". . .and I don't have to pay?"

"Nah, no cash. No crazy favors. Don't even worry about it."

That specific wording should have tipped him off that he wasn't entirely off scott free, but the idea of more free SSRs in his account catalogue enticed him too much. Taiga looked at his phone screen and tapped through to the gacha again.

". . .well. . .the unit gets stronger if you manage to pull it a second time--or, up to five times. So we could try pulling for it again. And there's another unit I wanted to get--oh, and in a different game--"

Taiga went along with Ren's increasing excitement, tapping away at the screen. Ten-pulls glimmered with high rarity units and supports even as games were switched. A few times Ren even asked Taiga to perform actions in the game for him, cheering quietly when he got him through difficult story missions that had been keeping him stuck in place for weeks.

All the while, Taiga insisted there was no charge.

But he didn't say anything about no debt.

And he may have said that Ren didn't have to pay, but that didn't mean he wouldn't extract value from him in other ways. In a few weeks Ren would be staring into the pen for some anomalous animal, wondering how he would get it all the way to Sinsotra without arousing suspicion, and trying not to think of the way he saw Taiga eat raw meat and bone that day, complaining to the student who'd brought it for him that it wasn't fresh enough but it'd do.

He refused to blame himself for all of this though. It's not his fault the guy with improbable luck was a mafia boss. It's not his fault the mafia boss was an underhanded carnivore. And it sure as hell wasn't his fault he was assigned to the house full of animals!

And it wasn't his fault that the gacha rates were so low he went this route either. It's capitalism's fault! It's the fault of companies preying on gambling addictions! He's not to blame for this! He refused to be!

[brights-place]

Ticci Toby As your BF

He met you on a mission where he was assigned to help you with killing an detective that was too close on finding out where they were. (Thank Jeff)

He thought you were boring at first and he hated that, you kept quiet

he hated the fact every-time he ticked you glanced at him.

He noticed how you put out your arm when he was about to step into a bear trap.

When killing the detective he thought you where awesome knowing what to do.

Toby was all over the place

You saved him about 3 Times knowing he forgot to take some meds

Slenderman thanked you guys for your work and sent you off.

Toby followed you around the whole day trying to start conversations.

Took him about 1 Month to finally get you to have a full conversation

Whenever he had a tic attack you where beside him and taking care of him.

Him switching emotions quickly didn’t ever make you scared.

Happy that you understood he couldn’t control himself sometimes.

Black cat X Golden Retriever relationship

Started dating after a year.

He was hanging upside down on a tree branch caught in one of your traps because he saw something shiny and eh confessed on the spot when seeing your faces inches apart.

When he gets serious outta nowhere you secretly swoon.

Remind him about his schedule and he hates it yet loves it.

When he yelled at you once because he was under to much pressure he felt horrible. He hugged you and apologised so much

Cuddles

Love language is Physical touch and act of service.

You taught him how to do a trick with his axe, and he showed it off to BEN and LuLu both clapping their hands.

Gives you a peck on the lips when he see’s your stressed.

When he gets hurt on missions instead of going to Dr Smiley or Nurse Ann he goes to you instead making you scold him.

If he does need to go see nurse Ann or smiley he drags you along with him saying you were emotional support.

He just wanted you there cause he didn’t want you to leave him alone.

He brought a racoon into your room.

The racoon lives with you guys now his name is ‘Sir Raco the Third’ you where confused

When you where talking to slenderman and the proxies entered Toby had to be held back by Rogue when wanting to rush up and hug you.

Willson Tells you about how many times toby complains on not being around you while Rogue agrees.

Toby finds it amusing when seeing you cuss out or lose your temper.

One second your arguing about him spilling something on your important paper work then you start cussing in another language or with your accent showing more when yelling he finds it so hard not to laugh and kiss you on the spot.

He likes to talk about his interests with you while you listen.

Whenever you show affection to him out of nowhere he is going to melt like a puddle before he starts ticking.

When wanting your attention he pokes you or taps your shoulders.

He slow dances with you but it’s kind of difficult yet he loves doing it.

[bobvelsebobsession]

More gimmicks from the straw page and some where comments/questions! My answers may be a bit… long winded so I apologize in advance!

He’s real in our hearts, and in our imagination.

Funny enough, Herobrine was my first nickname. I’ve had A LOT of others. Some people shorten Herobrine to Hero which is fine!

I’ve also been called MC, which was short for Minecraft, by one friend years ago. I’ve been called Wolf as well by kids in high school because of how I was around people and when I was alone.

I’ve always enjoyed Herobrine as a nickname and fits me well more so than it used to. Although Furby is a funny nickname but not the worst one I’ve heard. I knew a dude called Swamp before and there was a reason for that.

I love Divine CEO, I do love a lot of LuLu’s music. Incredibly underrated and I hope more people discover their music! Shame they’re dealing with some asshats doxxing their fans in VRChat atm…

As for when I started simping for Bob… oh that’s a tough one because it kinda just happened? I watched the short when it came out and was pretty excited for more Spooky Month. Tender Treats ended up being my final consideration for sticking with the series as I liked how Bob became the staple for: Oh shit, this guy is actually dangerous and this is becoming more serious.

I was EXTREMELY disappointed when Bob died because I figured he was gonna be a returning villain and I did recognize him as the demon guy from the original Spooky Month which was very cool! I tend to binge the old episodes before jumping to the new ones. I also rewatch it numerous times during October (SPOOKY MONTH!!!)

I was watching it with my friends and even introducing one friend to it which something kinda just clicked with Bob. When the episode originally came out I was still exploring who I was and what I liked. Turns out I like dangerous people and masked people as well! Plus the voice really drew me in, I have a thing for accents and country men is a bit of a weakness among other things. Plus… big boys need more love. I am a big gal irl, and I love people with fluff and meat on their bones.

So rediscovering my love for Spooky Month helped me realize I liked Bob as my favorite character! I mean, I liked him before and he was already my favorite villain. I decided to look up art and VRChat avatars. Thus falling into the deep rabbit hole of Bob enjoyers. Ngl, little sad he’s so popular because I’m not a fan of extremely popular characters.

Plus most people ship him with themselves or OCs, I tend to be… possessive of things I enjoy which is just a me issue due to abandonment problems. I don’t let it dictate how I treat anyone, of course.

Gotta say though, again, glad he’s loved. Everyone in the fandom is usually rather sweet about him but also bully him. But the art I see of him is amazing and I’m glad to see it. One to two time episodes characters that don’t come back tend to get overlooked. Plus him being plus sized usually makes it worse, but this fandom has been quite the opposite about it.

I mean the guy has four dating sims! Two of which are still in production! But anyways, sorry for the long winded response. Y’all are welcome to ask more questions as I’m an open book!

[kysplumbob]

The next day Rockelle decided to talk to Tallulah. She noticed that there was a serious stand still between Tallulah and Killian ( more on Tallulah's part obviously )

Rockelle: Lulu, you know that I love both you and Killian equally, right? I have no favorites, there's no need to hold a grunge against you're little brother.

Tallulah: But you've been paying so much attention to him! You barely even spend time with me because you're always holding him!

Rockelle sighed and pulled Tallulah closer to her in a hug.

Rockelle: He's an infant, he needs a little more help, until he learns on his own. But i'm sorry if me or your dad made you feel that way. We never intended to do that.

Tallulah felt a little bad, she knew Killian was just a baby.. an infant and knew no better but she couldn't help feel a little... lonely and maybe... jealous?

Tallulah: …It's ok

Rockelle: How about you play with Killian a little, maybe spending some time with him, you'll start to like him? He needs a strong big sister to watch out for him

They both stood and Tallulah nodded, liking the idea of being the strong big sister.

Tallulah: Hmm… ok mom, since I am his big sister, it's my duty to watch out for him!

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[ayamekishiwagi]

I'm in a particular mood so imma just spill some Taiga/Ayame/Romeo trio headcanons...

-The first time Ayame sees Romeo's prosthetic, he's prepared to hear a gasp and see her recoil, maybe ask in a soft trembling voice how it happened and to apologize for his injury. Instead she just traces the scars on what's left of his leg and comments that the pattern is beautiful.

-The first time the trio actually has sex is a mess of logistics and they have to work it out extensively on subsequent nights, but they eventually come to a usual pattern of Romeo topping Ayame, and Taiga topping Romeo. Sometimes they swap around but that's their usual method.

-The first time Taiga suggests Ayame top him she almost chokes on nothing bc WHAT. He doesn't understand what the problem is, they're a throuple they should all have equal opportunity to top each other, right? "You can even top Lulu if you want." "Don't make decisions without consulting me, BTH" "But you want Kitten to top you....right?" "That's....not the point...."

-A wedding between the throuple is only slightly confusing for the organizers. The officiant has never conducted a wedding with three people before. They all wrote their own vows and while Ayame's is probably a confusing mess of shojou trope speech selections, Romeo's is in Italian (no he's not translating, taking the tone of his words if you can't understand and suffer) and Taiga's is weirdly affectionate albeit weirdly worded. "You may now kiss the....uh, spouse. es. Spouses."

-Winter in a throuple with Taiga and Romeo means Ayame is always wearing good quality clothes, the best perfumes, and when they're out in public she's sandwiched between two warm protective men bc maybe Romeo hates the cold but the idea of his girlfriend getting cold is even worse. Besides, if he's really all that cold himself all he needs to do is mention it at all and Taiga will be all over the both of them. He always runs hot and he's all for feeling up his boyfriend and girlfriend whenever possible.

-Going shopping with Taiga and Romeo but they both have opposite ideas of what she should wear. Taiga encourages her to be more comfortable showing skin and be proud of her body. Romeo doesn't want their girlfriend to be showing off so much to anyone else but them, he wants those flashes of thigh and cleavage to be reserved for them. (if she helps out at the casino he's putting her in a suit that covers everything, those useless worms out there aren't getting to see HIS girlfriend's cleavage how dare they)

-Taking Ayame on a trip to Italy! She can't read anything and has to cling to Romeo the whole trip and Taiga won't stop laughing about it. An old woman said something about them and Romeo turned red and Taiga laughed louder. (Local Nonna probably suggested they were a cute couple, when are the kids due?)

-On which note, if they do have kids in the future, Ayame is gonna be spoiled rotten and so is their kid. Is her back sore, her feet, anything? Her husbands are on it. Romeo won't be as much help if she has morning sickness or gets super gross but it's not bc he doesn't love his wife he just get serious emetophobia. The first time they hold their child together everyone is crying. This child is going to be decked out in luxury brand onesies, make no mistake. Ayame is going to have to lecture Taiga on trying to teach their toddler how to play poker. "Wait until he's at least 10! He doesn't even know how to count to 30 yet!"

-The journey to having a child would probably be a wild ride with the throuple. One day Ayame is just really queasy and off, she genuinely refuses affection from her husband and definitely doesn't want sex she doesn't feel up for it. They initially assumed she was coming down with something so pregnancy comes as a shock to them. Do they want a child? Are they prepared for a child? And who would technically be the father, biologically? (Whose family tree should they trace for possible health concerns down the road, in other words) Ayame cries a lot bc she has a bad relationship with her parents and doesn't know if she's ready to be a parent herself. But she has TWO husbands to support her, and they guarantee she's going to be as comfortable as possible.

When she gets all weepy about them not finding her sexy anymore they reassure her. Taiga definitely enjoys just resting his head on her belly and thinking about how that's his kid. It's wild things would turn out with a husband AND a wife AND a kid after everything. At Darkwick they assume he's going to eat babies, but here he is WITH a baby.

-Does the child end up with an Italian name or a Japanese name? Whose family name does the child get? JK there's no doubt in this mun's mind it's Lucci. They're all the Lucci family now.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

The stranger took some time to respond, much less react, to the point Daedra thought that maybe they hadn't heard her. Strange... but she didn't think too much on it. In a different circumstance, the redhead might have shrugged the encounter off and moved along, but for the moment, they were the only person in view. So, she would simply endeavor to verbally draw their attention again-- only to greeted with a response, finally.

"Oh."

The initial response was moreso getting caught off guard. So, he had heard her, but perhaps needed to think of a reply, Daedra silently assumed to herself. It didn't do much to keep her cheery expression lifted, as a small frown pulled to her lips.

"My... that sounds pretty serious." The Lucario at her side rumbled in a similarly concerned tone, prompting Daedra's gaze for a moment. "Well, we just came to the city for a bit of shopping," she explained, her attention turning back to the fancy gentleman before them.

"I suppose that's a bit out of the question now." It was then the trainer realized how ... dark the street looked. She hadn't noticed how much of the basic lighting about the city was suddenly absent. When had that happened?

"Is something serious going on?" she couldn't help but ask. She wasn't sure what prompted her to put the question forward to the stranger. They atleast seemed more assured than she and Lulu were.

The reputation of Kalosian officials being lackadaisical seemed nothing more than a myth when it comes to the largest tourist spots in the region. There was quite the anxious stir as the first instinct by officers was to contain everyone to their current locations as all areas are being investigated in the initial search in this peculiar 'crime'. It was quite a once-in-a-lifetime experience to see Lumiose City devoid of the artificial light the city had been famous for. Restaurants, shops, and even the iconic Prism Tower fell under a complete blackout. It seems few were entertained by the circumstances, though. Auguste peered from behind dark lenses under the eaves of a restaurant that stood at the corner next to one of the blocked-off avenues. As a detective, the request for him to come out of his dark quarters by the prefect is the only reason why he is outdoors in the daytime. In the wide sea of commotion, his observations remained sharp to anything suspicious. However, he was distracted by a specific stranger trying her luck at getting his attention ( though he was looking directly at her ; it reminded him just how well the tinted lenses worked ). He was unwittingly an ideal choice in this situation. The man who has even the sewer system mentally mapped out - even if he hasn't the authority to get her past the workers guarding the avenues, there's always another way with Auguste. Though this recluse finds difficulty in conversation, he is oft carried by the excuse to get out of unsatisfactory situations. He mulls over the thought of helping the stranger, and if would even be possible at this point, "Well, there...there's little that can be done now..."

" It's not just the avenues; th-the alleyways are sure to be blocked off soon enough. Are you trying to reach somewhere specific?"

[lavender-z-love]

Lelouch Vi Britannia X Black.FemReader

Reminiscence

🤍 Genre: Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Fluff.

🤍 Warnings: Form of Manipulation, Forgetfulness, Spoilers for R2, potential spelling errors. (If more, let me know.)

🤍 A/n: So, in this Code Geass Scenario, You possess a geass that manipulates plants. You and Lelouch at this time had your memories erased. Lelouch's soon gaining his memories back attempts to bring you, his best friend back as well.

🤍 Another A/n: Ugh! This was so fun to write! I love me some Lulu, there might be a Part 2! Once again! SPOILER WARNINGS ⚠️

🤍 Wordcount: 2,580k

The classroom was quiet with slight scribble noises. You all were testing, your shared desk was with a student you hadn't seen for a while. Her name..you couldn't remember it. You two had been good friends up until now. She had red hair, and was known to not be at school for a while due to her illness. She was such a quiet girl, looked fragile like a piece of glass.

The school bell rang signaling that the testing was now over and the classes were dismissed. Of course, You packed your things and get ready to leave. Not the school just yet, you loved to just sit atop of the school. You tended to love the fresh air you could get especially from high up.

As you stood up from your chair, you'd made your way to the door. In the process accidentally running into..him. Something felt like you knew him for a while, didn't help that you two had interactions lately. "I apologize, I should've been careful where I was looking." He bowed at you, which made you a bit nervous. You grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him back standing up straight. "Please, There's no need for that. It was an accident." He scratched the back of his neck, thinking of his next set of words.

Just a few desks away, a pair of eyes observed the two of you. He didn't like what was happening, the two of you were separated for a reason, though seemed like fate keeps bringing you two back together. The king would not like to hear about this one bit! The last few words exchanged between you and the boy who'd just bumped into you. He waved at you, exiting the classroom. Leaving you with your Friend, Suzaku Kururugi.

"Y/n." Your name was called in a stern voice. Turning around to see your friend with a semi-serious face. Though, he still wanted to keep the atmosphere nice and light.

You walked over to him,"Did you need something?"

He nodded,"Just- couldn't help but notice something. Do you mind meeting me on the roof?" You told him you've got plenty of time and that you didn't mind at all! "Thats good, meet me there in a few minutes. I have something to do really quickly."

On your way up to the roof, something seemed..off. Like your reality was deforming or disoriented. Your vision was starting to blurr. Did someone drug me? You thought to yourself. Until your thoughts were interrupted by a giggle. "No, Y/n.

Suddenly the roof doors opened with a gust of wind rushing through. You covered your face with your arms, protecting your eyes from the dirt and debris which flew through the door. Once the wind calmed down, you peaked past your wrists. The sunlight burning your eyes just a bit but not too much to where you couldn't make out a figure standing in front of you.

This girl- she looked like a being from another world. She wore a white suit, looks similar to a straitjacket. Her Lime green hair trailed down her back stopping at her tail bone. "Don't you wish to come back home? Y/n?"

"W-Who are you?" She looked a little remorseful, her green eyes dulled with sadness. So you really were gone? Your memories were not present. She remained silent, extending her hand out to you waiting for you to take it. Something about her- did you know this woman? She couldn't have been much older than you, she looked so young.

Regardless, your hand seemed to have a mind of its own. Slowly pulling itself to this girls hand. At first it was Like something was forcing your hand to complement hers. Then you were hesitant and as your hand almost meeting hers, you were interrupted-

"Y/n!" You gasped hearing a familiar voice, then you remembered Suzaku asked you to meet him at the roof top! Turning around you watched Suzaku make his way up the stairs. A little conflicted about whether to show Suzaku the girl or not you turned back to look at the doors. She was gone.

Suzaku caught up to you,"Hey! Everything alright Y/n?" You nodded,"Yes, Of course-" He must have not seen her? How strange and where on earth could she have disappeared to in such a short amout of time? Was she hiding from Suzaku? Why did she just disappear like that? You were asking questions, about the recent even that had just taken place in your head.

You were brought back to by Suzaku taking your hand and guiding you to a bench nearby. "Um Suzaku?" His hands slid a little far back behind him, he used them as support for the way he was sitting. He looked at you, something a bit off in his eyes. Like you were in trouble?

"Are you friends with..L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶?"

"Who?" Suzaku's eyes squinted, as he glared at you. He was so sure that you knew who he was talking about.

"Oh surly you know, Tall, slender..shoulder-Lelouch brown hair? Purple eyes..."

"Oh!"

Suzaku smiled,"Yeah!". Though inside he was thinking about what to do about this. They had torn you two apart from another Only for your forgotten identities to now befriend eachother! What now!? You reached into your bag to get your bento out,"Ah! Is that what his name is?"

Suzaku nodded,"L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ L̶a̶m̶p̶e̶r̶o̶u̶g̶e̶."

"Mm..what an interesting name, is he foreign?" Seems like everything is okay, memory wise. Well for you in anyway. He hadn't checked on L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶'s memories.

"He's sweet."

"You mean-"

"Yes, he helped me with the books I had to carry to the Library this morning. We had a little chat then, but It wasn't anything important."

Suzaku's face showed joy, deep down he was still a bit suspicious. Yes L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ knew it was risky, Though he needed to get close to you to see exactly where your memories had left off due to being erased. Seeing that now Suzaku was your best friend, it wasnt going to be easy to be around you.

"Yes, Yes. L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ Is a gentleman. Though thats something I wanted to talk to you about-" You grabbed a rice ball before taking a bite, your ears were open to what Suzu was soon going to say. "L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶...Hes a little- off."

"Off? How so?"

"Knowing him for some time now. He's a bit strange, unhinged... Yes he has friends but they dont know this."

"How are you able to get this info?"

"Because Of my position as a Knight of Seven." You chuckled, realizing what a ridiculous question that was.

"Ahah..Yes, that does make sense you have access to these things."

Suzaku chuckles,"Yes of course, I also know that he-" Suzaku's phone rings, notifying him that he had to leave. Suzu picks up the phone answering with a few; 'Mhm' 'Yeah' 'Alright'. He stood up taking your hand,"My apologies- Y/n..Duty calls."

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss upon it. Looking up at you with his emerald eyes. You weren't gonna lie- he kinda gave you butterflies. "Just..Be careful around L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶. He's not fully in his right mind."

Suzaku bowed before taking off. "Hm..Crazy to think, that sweet person is actually not as he seems.." 'He's not fully in his right mind' You wondered how? In what way. You finished with your lunch, packing your things in your bag you made your way down the roof. In the process you'd run into Rolo. "Afternoon Y/n",he says in a monotoned voice. Looked like he was rather annoyed, he didn't want to run into but at the same time had a message to give you.

"That damn woman wants something of you and my brother." Rolo grimaced, he took off.. "W-Wait! Rolo!" You sighed, whats with him? 'Does he have some sort of problem with me?' You thought to yourself, for the short amout of time you've known Rolo, he gives you some annoyed look. Especially when you were around...Him.

The second you stepped out those doors, your eyes locked with her..

"You- how did you."

The air seemed to slow down, time stopped and everything was silent. What is this? Why does it feel like you've been here before, in some sort of void?

"I apologize for our short lived meeting, but now-",she slowly began to take large strides in your direction. Her green eyes began to glow with red rings around them. "Let me bring you back." Your body had a mind of its own now. You attempted to move back and away her only for you to be fighting against some invisible force. "Come back home..Y/n."

"W-wait... S-stop." Her hands latch onto yours, caressing your tanned skin. Her slim fingers tickle small arm hairs you have as they slide their way up your arm and grasp your shoulders. Now that your body was in her grasp, there was no getting put of this..Force. Still though; there was a resistance within you. "Y/n, Stop fighting it. You're still fighting."

There was another voice- your eyes looked past the woman to see him. "L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶..", She called out to him. The strange woman. He watched the both of you with a look of uncertainty. She whispered somethings, so quietly it was unaudible. That was when she leaned in- the mark on her head revealing itself as a gust of wind brushes her bangs out of her face. Red hue of the mark began to glow brightly almost blinding you!

She pulled back, leaving a tingling feeling on your forehead. Finally being able to move your body you push past her. Wiping your forhead, you scowled,"Ugh! Who the hell do you think you are! Do you realize I can report you C2!" Your fists ball up as you quickly rush away flustered. A trail of vegetation following you as you walked- The two gasped, surprised at what you just said. "C2?! You remember her name?"

Still flustered at the heat of the moment you turned to them,"Why would I not know your name? Of course I know who you are! What is with you two?!" C2 and L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ looked at one another then back at you. "You- remember her? Who am I?" "L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ L̶a̶m̶p̶e̶r̶o̶u̶g̶e̶, my classmate." C2 gains L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶'s attention, pointing to the beautiful vegetation that had been on your trail. Thats when they knew, there was hope. You weren't completely gone.

"It hasn't worked completely, you need to do your part L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶."

Oh no, you didn't like the sound of that. You quickly turned and marched off,"Whatever you two are doing I dont want to be apart of. Especially You L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶, You damn Britannian. Stay away from me." A sharp pain plunged through the boy's heart. You didn't care where L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ was from, what ethnicity, what his background was. You loved him for him, but they both knew you weren't completely there. You were reprogrammed by...his bastard father and the one who sold L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ out- who had betrayed him.

Currently, you were well...In a deep sleep waiting to be woken up. And that was the plan, to awaken you. You could hear subtle yet loud footsteps behind you.

"Stop Y/n." A hand tightly latches onto your wrist forcing you to spin, facing him.

"Don't touch me!"

"Y/n hear me out-"

"No!",you exclaimed, attempting to pull away. That didn't work, you even tried to rip his tiny fingers off your wrist one by one. What you didn't pay attention to was you were being backed up into a tree.

"Suzaku..He was right- You are crazy. Let me go right now." He thought to himself holding you there..maybe- maybe there was something off with him. Why has he felt this way about someone, everyone until now was just a pawn in his game and now.. You had to come along and ruin everything. Though, he knew what he wanted. For you to remember, to come back to him, to feel loved, to experience it with you.

Not only that but he felt like he was in debt to you. Getting you involved in all this Black Knights revolution. It wasn't fair to you. His purple eyes looked down on you, with your wrists in his hands, all he could do was chuckle.. "Yeah, maybe I am crazy-" A red hue began to absorb the purple within his eyes showing a strange symbol,"I'm crazy about you, Y/n."

So much to think about, everything comes piling back to you like a rushing train. Your wrists were now released as they cup this man's face. The tree you were temporarily against was no longer behind you, rather you two were falling. So slowly what seemed like. What is because you were remembering everything? What was it..this man. You remembered! His name. What used to be so foreign to you was now so familiar.

"Lelouch"

Thats what it was! My best friend! Your back finally hitting a bed of flowers as Lelouch pulls away. Your face deeply flushed with a beautiful rouge color similar to red wine. The vines of the flowers wrapped around one another creating hearts as you stared up at the man on top of you. "L-Lelouch?!"

His brown hair flowing softly in the wind, as he looked down upon your form. That dazed expressed like youd just woken up, the flowers in your curly hair, your eyes a bright purple with your geass code shining through. The vegetation was a dead give away you were completely back. Lelouch smiled, with slightly watery eyes. "Good morning, My princess."

Your vision began to blurr, remembering what happened. "I- said those bad things..a while ago-" Lelouch interrupts you with a finger placed to your lips. "It's not your fault Y/n, you were being manipulated." Your hands find themselves cupping his face, then on his shoulders. Your vines created from your geass, cause flowers to bloom out of control.

How embarrassing..this isn't something friends usually would do. Rest on top of one another while the one below clings to the one on top. "Lelouch, Thank you." "Please, don't thank me. You shouldn't thank me." Lelouch's hand clasps onto yours, dragging it towards his lips. Mumbling against your palm.

"I should be apologizing, for getting you involved in my affairs." He kissed your delicate skin before pulling away.

The vines were growing at a tremendous rate, Popping up everywhere, showing how flustered you were. More hearts created from the tangles of the vines. Lelouch eyes shift to the cute shapes being formed by your powers. He smiles, he loves it- just like you.

"No, I knew the consequences. I was fully aware-",you chuckled as your cheeks hurt from being flustered,"I just didn't expect my memories to get erased.."

"I'm glad I could bring you back, Y/n."

"Me too..So glad." You two, hypnotized by another. For a while, you just needed to look at him. You look around, no one in sight,"Lelouch..Ah I think we should..probably um." Lelouch still on top of you,"Oh ahaha..Right, my apologies." Lelouch stands up lending a hand to you.

"Y/n, go home, I left you a special phone. I should warn you I am being monitored and you as well."

"What?"

"We don't have much time. Rolo's ability should be stopping anytime soon. I'll give you the details."

Good news, Your memories had returned. Bad news..You were in need of recent events.

Written December 15th

[holylulusworld]

Her secret Santa

Summary: You believe in miracles, the good in people and yes, Santa Claus.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Card Number: 6054

Rating: Mature (due to angst and daddy kink)

Warnings: age gap (undefined), daddy kink, reader is a little special (she still believes in Santa), Christmas fluff, angst, arguments, secret Santa

Square A1 filled for @tonystarkbingo​: Apology

Square 9 filled for Lulu’s Winter bingo: Angst

Square 2 filled for Lulu’s XMas Bingo: Secret Santa  

Words: 1,7 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Darling, can you please stop wiggling and giggling?” Tony sighs deeply as you wiggle on top of him. “Y/N, I mean it. I need some more sleep. The last fight is still in my old bones.”

You giggle at his words.

“Baby, you’re not that old,” you peck his lips, but won’t stop wiggling. “It’s just, Christmas is close, and it always makes me giddy. I love it. The tree, the lights, baking cookies, waiting for Santa.”

“Waiting for Santa?” Tony watches you straddle his lap. You place your hands on his chest, tickling him. “You mean you are playing secret Santa or something.”

“No, Tony. I’m excited to see if Santa will like the new cookies I’ll bake for him,” you smile dopily. Your eyes are glassy, just like when you slip into your favorite headspace. The one only Tony can help you find.

“Aw, you want me to play your secret Santa, huh? What do you want, baby?” he lets his eyes wander to drink your naked body in. “I know a thing or two I want Santa to help me come true.” He bites his lower lip.

“What? No, daddy,” you slap his chest playfully. “I don’t need you to play secret Santa. I’ll be waiting for the real Santa to find me at my new apartment. It will be perfect. I got the best ingredients and he’ll love the cookies. I was a good girl too all year.”

“Darling?” Tony cocks his head. He tries to find out if you are joking or not. “You are not serious. Right?”

“Of course, I’m serious, Tony,” you lean over his body to peck his lips. “Don’t you want something from Santa too? You’re a hero and a good man. He’ll bring you all the gifts you want.”

“You are serious,” Tony gasps. He can’t fathom that you believe in Santa Clause. “But Santa Claus is for children and you are a grown woman. How can you still believe in him?”

“Daddy, you are flying around in speaking armor. One of your friends is an alien, and another one has superpowers and turns green. The doctor can use magic. After all the things you saw and did you don’t believe Santa is real?”

You sit back up and stare down at Tony.

“Baby doll, you can’t believe in fairy tales. You’re too old…I mean…Y/N…” he stammers as tears well up in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to offend you, darling. It’s just, you’re a smart girl and…”

You get off his lap to look for your clothes. Tony tries to grab your wrist, but you slap his hand away.

“Smart people can believe in magic and wonders too, Tony,” you snap back while hurriedly throwing your clothes back on. “You witnessed wonders and the impossible. You met Gods and dark elves. Hell, you walked the line between life and death and still don’t believe in miracles?”

“Miracles. No. It was Doctor Cho, modern technology, and the help of my friends bringing me back,” he huffs as you pick your bag up. “Come back to bed, Y/N. We can talk about your fantasies later.”

“Last night you weren’t against my fantasies,” you grit your teeth. “You loved them and all the kinky ideas. The handcuffs and my sexy Mrs. Claus costume.”

“I loved it, sugar doll,” Tony hastily leaves the bed to follow you out of the bedroom. “Baby. Wait. I’m sorry, okay. We don’t always have to agree, Y/N. Please wait.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ll go home and prepare for Christmas. You can stay here, in your world filled with logic and no magic. Forget we ever met. Lose my number and look for someone who’s just like you.”

You turn around to glare at Tony. “Baby? Darling…what do you mean someone like me?”

“A dream destroyer. A grump who doesn’t believe in magic and the good in this world. I can’t be with someone belittling me for believing in something magical…”

You are gone before Tony can react. He stands in the hallways, panting as he realizes you just left him for good. “Uh-Friday. Can you find out if there’s any trace of Santa Claus being real?”

“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t have reliable data about Santa Claus,” the AI replies.

“Call Strange. Maybe he knows if the big red guy is real,” Tony runs one hand down his face. “I just fucked epically…”

You whine as a loud thud wakes you from your peaceful slumber. While you turn around to have a look at your phone, groaning as it’s eleven pm, a noise catches your attention.

“Who…what?” you grab your phone and silently slip out of your bed. “Friday.” You whisper. “Can you check if anyone broke into my home?”

For the first time, you are thankful Tony insisted on taking care of the security at your apartment.

“Miss Y/L/N, I can assure you that you’re not in danger. No stranger broke into your home,” the AI replies. “Merry Christmas from me.”

“Merry Christmas,” you chuckle as you sneak out of your bedroom. “Maybe it’s…no…this can’t be. Right? I used bad words and wasn’t nice to Tony.”

You silently tiptoe toward your living room.

“Santa Claus is coming to town,” you hear a deep voice sing. You hold your breath as a man with a white beard dressed in a red suit with a black belt and white fur trim, black boots, and a soft red cap with white fur trim is busy putting gifts under your tree. “Perfect. Now let’s have one of those cookies.”

He huffs and sits on your armchair to take one of the cookies you placed on a plate on the small table next to the armchair. “Hmm…very good. Cinnamon and chocolate chips.”

“I made them for you, Santa,” your eyes are wide and wet as you carefully approach Santa. “I-uh…do you like them?”

“Very much,” he turns his head to not give his features away. “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll be on my way now. But…”

“But? Is something wrong, Santa?” you stop in your tracks. “Are you mad at me?”

“No-no,” he clears his throat. “I just wanted to thank you for still believing in me. Faith is hard to find these days. So, thank you Y/N.”

“No, thank you, Santa,” giggling you watch Santa get back up from the armchair. He nods, bows, and turns around to make his way toward the window. “You can use the door if you want to. Sorry, I don’t have a chimney, Santa.”

“No problem, darling,” he opens the window to jump out, making you gasps.

“SANTA! Be careful,” you run toward the window only to find him gone. “Phew, I bet he parked his sleigh under my window. I just wonder why he called me darling too…”

You went back to bed to sleep some more after Santa left.

Opening the presents before Christmas morning is forbidden so you decided on dreaming about Santa and all the gifts he brought you this year.

“WAIT!” you jolt up on the bed, gasping audibly. “He called me darling! No—no. This wasn’t Santa.”

Your heart does somersaults as you realize your own secret Santa visited you tonight.

“Friday, can you tell me who entered my apartment tonight?” you wring your hands. “It’s important for me to know.”

“Miss Y/L/N, the information you need is not available. I’m sorry.”

You sigh deeply. “Friday, did Tony instruct you to not give me the specific information I was looking for?”

“Miss Y/L/N, the information you need is not available. I’m sorry.”

“Friday, can you tell me where Tony is right now?”

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark is waiting outside your apartment. His heart rate is a little too high and he hasn’t slept well.”

“Well then, let him in,” you jump out of the bed to run toward the door.

“Opening the door now,” the AI replies as you already jump at Tony to pepper kisses all over his face.

“Daddy,” you wrap your legs around his waistline and your arms around his neck. “I knew you believe in Santa too.”

“Uh-I don’t know what you are talking about,” he pecks your nose. “I got some gifts for you, though. Darling, will you forgive me for being a Grinch? I love that you still believe in miracles and magic.”

“I mostly believe in you,” you greedily kiss Tony, whining as he cups the back of your head to deepen the kiss. “I love you, Tony.”

“Love you too, Y/N,” he carries you inside your apartment, wondering what made you forgive him so easily.

Tony was awake all night to find a way to earn your forgiveness. He doesn’t know someone already did the job. “You can play my secret Santa next year too.”

You grin.

“Secret Santa?” Tony furrows his brows. “I don’t know what you are talking about…”

Later that day you and Tony unwrap the gifts under your tree. “There’s something for you too?” you wonder aloud. “Odd.”

Tony stares at the gifts in his hands. It’s a handwritten letter and a toy he always asked Santa to bring him. Every year. Until he stopped believing in Santa Claus.

“Dear Tony. I brought you this gift to make up I wasn’t there when you needed me the most. I know it’s not much but you already got the biggest gift. A gift I wasn’t able to give you. Hold her close and cherish the love she has for you in her heart.”

He looks up from the letter signed with Santa Claus, swallowing thickly. “Tony what’s wrong?” you ask as he starts to cry. “Baby? Daddy?”

“I-I think I was mistaken,” his voice cracks. “You were right. He’s still out there.”

“He is?” you jump onto the couch to have a look at the letter. “But it was you last night…right? You came and brought the gifts.”

“Darling, I was at home and tried to find a way to get you back,” he stammers. “It wasn’t me.”

“If it wasn’t you…”

Your eyes grow wide, and you look at the letter again. You wrap your arms around Tony’s neck, sniffling silently as he wraps his arms around your trembling body.

It’s hard to believe in the good, love, and magic in a world trying to drag you down all the time.

But sometimes you just need a little faith…

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[harmonyindark245]

One Last Time [Chapter 10]

Summary - Elain and Azriel have known each other since they were 11 and had never been separated. But when their view for their future no longer matches, things break apart between them, causing a rift which had never been fixed. Elain goes on to become a neurosurgeon, while Azriel works for the deadlier part of the community. Ten years later, their lives get entangled as they cross paths, this time stakes much greater than just their hearts.

An: All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Warnings: Mature language, violence, alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs

Hope you all enjoy!

Masterlist

Songs:

Back to December - Taylor Swift

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Young God - Halsey 

Elain and Lucien were back on the road just before sunset. 

She had to explain everything to Lucien regarding who Aelin and Rowan were and how Elain knew them and everything else that usually followed. By the end of the story, Lucien understood why she needed them to help and helped them by pitching in with ideas.

“They’re good people,” Lucien commented while driving them back. “I liked them, especially Aelin.”

Elain smiled fondly. “They’re amazing. Both of them. And the others are as amazing as them.” She smirked at Lucien. “Maybe you could have tried to be with Aelin if Rowan wasn’t there in the picture. Both of you have fire in your veins.” Lucien scoffed at that. “Seriously! You guys would probably make it.” Elain sat back and thought before correcting. “Actually I don’t think so. You both might just burn the building down in one go.”

Lucien shook his head as he chuckled. “Thank you for having so much faith in me. And I really don’t think there’s a chance for Rowan to not be in the picture.”

Elain nodded solemnly. “I have a feeling he’ll resurrect like the Undertaker.” Lucien gave her a questioning look and then she amended, “Nope, that’s definitely Aelin.” 

“I meant that they both seem like they are soulmates.”

Elain nodded once again. “They are. I don’t think it’s possible for Aelin to be with anyone else. Same for Rowan. And they’ve both gone through some serious shit. They deserve to be happy.”

Lucien looked at her with sad eyes. “You’ve gone through some shit too. You also deserve to be happy, Elain.” She turned her head and looked out of the window, the trees running past them. “I know.” She smiled at her own reflection. “I might try to snatch all the happiness I can get. Who knows how long it’ll last.”

Lucien sighed. “Elain, he won’t let anything happen to you. You know he loves you.”

“Loved.” She corrected him. 

“You are both extremely blind and I can’t wait to say ‘told you so’ when you can’t keep your hands off each other just like when we were kids.” 

Elain was thankful for the lack of light which hid her blush as the events from the previous night played back in her mind. When she didn’t respond, Lucien looked towards her and gave her an incredulous look. “Seriously Ellie? Already? Please tell me that it wasn’t with me and Daemon sleeping in the rooms beside you.”

She just blinked and then flashed him a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know Lulu?” 

He shuddered in response and didn’t bring it back up the entire journey. 

~~~~~

Azriel heard her car roll in before he actually saw it. Lucien had gotten out and spotted him instantly, nodded at him, and quickly helped Elain out of the car. Azriel frowned when he noticed her limping slightly. She waved Lucien off and nudged him back to his car. He shook his head at her before hugging her and getting back inside the car. 

“Mommy!” Daemon shouted from beside Az. “Look at me swimming!” 

Elain glanced towards them and gave a slight smile, before walking towards them. Azriel noticed, however, that she was trying to disguise her limp.

“You’re back,” Azriel stated flatly. 

“You’re not supposed to be swimming. And neither is Daemon.” Elain claimed with both her hands on her hip. “It’s in the middle of December. It was snowing literally half an hour ago.”

Azriel turned towards her and went to the side of the pool, jumping onto the concrete, and stood up straight in front of her. He didn’t miss how her eyes instantly snapped to his bare chest before slowly coming back to his face.

“How was your little trip to the mountains, huh?” He asked coolly, snapping her out of her daze. 

“What?” She blinked up at him. “How do you know I went up to the mountains?” He shrugged nonchalantly and walked past her, hitting her shoulder with his. “Were you following us?” Elain asked him incredulously. 

“No, I didn’t leave the house.” He answered and she let out a sigh of relief, causing Azriel to scoff. “There’s a tracker injected in your neck. Did it the first night you were here.” 

She instantly raised her hand up to her neck touching it everywhere to search for the place where a tracker could be. “What the fuck Azriel?! How could you do that? That is a complete violation of privacy!” 

Azriel whipped around and in two long strides, he was right in front of Elain, seething. “Privacy?” He bit out. “What privacy? In case you forgot, I kidnapped you and brought you here against your will.” He looked at her neck with a predatory grin. 

“Did a pretty satisfactory job, didn't I?” He brought his hand up to her neck and brushed his thumb against it, her hand dropping on its own accord. He got a dark look in his eyes as he noticed Elain’s breathing getting shallow. 

Azriel lowered his head, bringing his mouth near Elain’s ear. “Don’t worry, the pool is heated.” He whispered, his lips touching the shell of her ear.

Without sparing Elain another glance, Azriel stalked back into his house, directly moving to his office. 

~~~~~

Elain waited until Daemon had been properly heated and well-fed before she went in search of Azriel. 

Fortunately for her, he came in search of her instead. He handed her the first aid kit and removed his shirt silently, sitting in a chair in front of her. 

Elain also remained quiet, removing the old bandage on his back and cleaning the wound, which she was happy to see was healing. She again wrapped a new bandage on top, but her hands lingered on his bare back. She traced her hands up to his shoulders and she could feel him tensing beneath her. 

“You have every right to be angry at me.” She whispered softly. “But I didn’t go there for what you think I did.” 

Az shook his head and made to get up before Elain pushed him down. She took out the pen drive from her pocket and held it in front of him. “This has something that might help you out.”

Azriel grabbed it and turned his head to look at her. “Why don’t you tell me why you went there.” 

Elain inhaled deeply. “I had a hunch. And I needed proof before I could present it to you.” 

Azriel nodded and got up, grabbing her hand in his, before leading her to his office. She looked around in awe as he turned the lights on. She was impressed by the whole setup, which gave absolute hacker vibes. When she had thought of what would be inside his office, she had imagined a wooden desk, a lot of bookshelves lining the walls, and a simple setup. 

She hadn’t expected two desktop screens connected to a laptop, a glass desk. The walls were covered with soft boards and whiteboards, all of which were filled. 

“Cassian was right, you are batman.” She breathed out and Az just smirked at her. He connected the pen drive and sat down on his chair, Elain waiting with bated breath. 

~~~~~

Azriel was hurt. But he knew he couldn’t stay angry at her. He loved her too much. He would accept it if she demanded to be with Graysen even after everything. He didn’t want to know why she had gone to his cabin, but he would at least hear her out. 

Azriel found a folder labeled ‘Finance Records’, which did indeed consist of financial records. Of Graysen’s company. 

“Yesterday, meeting Vassa was a coincidence. But when she took me out to smoke, she started talking about her work. When I realized who she was working for, I just coerced her to give me more.” Elain spoke up. “Graysen’s company has hired a lawyer to help him with any possible drug accusations. It’s not him or any of his company members doing the dealings. I didn’t get the whole thing out of Vassa, but she did tell me that someone else is operating under his name.” Elain informed him as he was busy scrolling through the files she had managed to get. Azriel had to admit, she had done a pretty good job. 

Azriel glanced at each of them, only to realize there was nothing irregular with them. “This could just be a front for the tax department.” He stated.

Elain groaned. “No. All his dirty work is kept in that cabin. There are invoices of money extortion and everything, but nothing related to either buying or selling drugs.” 

Azriel continued persuing through the documents when he found one statement that made him pause. “This one shows our company giving him 150 k, in three installments.” 

Azriel knew there had been no such dealing between his company and Graysen’s which confused him further. He mailed the documents to Rhysand.

“Another thing!” Elain exclaimed from behind him. She was leaning against him, the smell of her shampoo hitting him directly in the face. “Rhysand’s father was there.”

Azriel whipped his head quickly, not noticing how close her face was to his. “What do you mean he was there?”

“Lucien and I saw his car rolling up to the cabin.” 

Azriel got up from his chair and grabbed Elain tightly. “Did he see you? Are you okay?” 

Elain shook her head. “We ran away before he could. And I’m fine, I just twisted my ankle.” 

Azriel groaned and before he realized it, Elain had risen on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. Azriel wrapped his hand around her hair, tugging on it to tilt her head upwards. He pushed through her lips, his free hand crushing her towards him. 

She ran her hand around his shoulders, before tightly grasping his t-shirt. He pushed her behind, and the chair he had been sitting on pushed away. Elain bit his lip, which caused him to move back, his hand coming up to his lip. He saw there was slight blood and he glanced at Elain in question who was smiling at him before she started laughing. Azriel felt perplexed and frowned at her. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just.” She let out another laugh. “I feel like we’re back in high school, making out in the computer lab during lunch.” 

Azriel couldn’t help the laugh of his own that came out. They both laughed, until they heard Daemon outside, calling for them. 

~~~~~

“You look like a man on a mission.”

Azriel scoffed at Rhysand who had barged into his office. Elain had finally given him the green light to go to the office building for his work, while bargaining that he allows Elain to go to the hospital. 

Azriel agreed but insisted on her having a security detail to which she claimed she had a solution. 

She had suggested the Terrasen Security company. How Elain had heard of them, Azriel did not want to know as the stories of the infamous Cadre were known throughout the mafia world. 

“Rowan Whitehorn. Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.” Rhys whistled as he made his way toward Azriel and saw his research. 

“Do you not understand the concept of privacy?” Azriel sneered at Rhys who just smirked. 

“Not at all. What do you need from Rowan?”

Azriel shook his head. “Elain wants to go back to work. And I told her she could go if she was protected and she said, and I quote, ‘I know people”

Rhys gave Azriel an amused look. “First of all, I’m surprised you caved. What happened to the ‘In case you forgot, you’ve been kidnapped’? And second, how the hell does Elain know Rowan?” 

Azriel ignored the first part of his question because he himself was contemplating temporary insanity. “Do you think they met through Graysen?”

Rhys scoffed. “Please, Graysen has too much pride to hire someone like Rowan. And Rowan has enough sense to not work for someone like Graysen.” Rhys paused before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Have you ever stopped to consider that even though you got rid of Elain to protect her from our world, maybe she wasn’t that protected?” 

Azriel shook his head in denial. “No. Because then everything I’ve sacrificed and everything we went through would’ve been for nothing.” 

Rhys held his hands up in surrender. “If you want, I can use my contacts to get you a meeting with Rowan.” 

“No need. Elain handled it. Was just doing recon for tonight when they come over.” 

Azriel glanced at Rhys’s flabbergasted expression and couldn’t help but smirk smugly. “It seems perhaps you’re not the only well-connected one.”

~~~~~

Elain was waiting anxiously. The sun had set and she had prepared the house well. Azriel had also returned early from work just to meet her friends.

Azriel was seated patiently on the sofa, his ankle placed over his leg. He glanced towards his watch. “It seems your friends don’t know what punctuality means.” 

Elain shot him a glare and sneaked a glance toward the clock. It was 8:30, they were supposed to be there at 8. Finally, the front bell rang and Elain jumped towards the door, putting the code in. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Elain swung it open, hugging Aelin and then moving toward Rowan. She could feel Azriel standing behind her so she moved back and gestured toward Az. 

“Guys, this is Az.” She looked towards Azriel then. “This is Aelin and Rowan.”

Az held his hand out for both of them. “It’s nice to meet friends of Elain.” He said diplomatically, which caused Elain to wince. She already saw Az discreetly glance around as if expecting an ambush. 

“Do you know your house is unplottable?” Aelin questioned and Rowan gave her a warning glance. 

“I intended it to be that way,” Az replied with a smile. 

“Why don’t you all come inside?” Elain questioned, clearing the path for them. “It’s freezing out here.” 

Both of them followed and Elain took their coats. They ended up sitting in the living room, where Daemon was already seated.  

“Hey Daemon!” Aelin exclaimed, rushing towards Daemon with her hands stretched out. Daemon instantly stood up from his seat and hugged Aelin. Daemon then let go of her and moved towards Rowan, who picked him up and swung him around, Daemon’s laughter echoing off the walls. 

Elain smiled and glanced towards Azriel who was frowning and his jaw was tight. She slowly moved to him, placing a hand on his clenching fist. “Rowan was around a lot during his initial years. Almost like his father figure. But Daemon knows you’re his real father.”

Azriel looked towards Elain and unclenched his jaw, nodding at Elain.

Rowan turned towards the two and let Daemon go. “Why don’t you go up to your room, huh? I’ll come and check up on you in while.” Elain said. Daemon nodded and bid them goodnight, while the four sat in the living area. 

“Rhysand called me in the afternoon.” Rowan started.

“How do you know Rhysand?” Elain questioned. 

“Met at a convention.” 

Elain frowned. “I’m guessing it wasn’t a normal type of convention?” 

Azriel smirked at Elain. “Nothing is normal here Elain. You should get used to it.” 

“We got information on what you asked for.” Aelin opened her handbag and brought out a small folder. “And we have also prepared to have our best be there for you when you’re in the hospital.” 

“But they wouldn’t be allowed inside,” Azriel argued. 

Aelin shook her head. “Don’t underestimate our guys. Trust me, they’ll have eyes everywhere.” 

Azriel leaned forwards, placing his elbows on his knees. “Anyone from the Cadre would catch too much attention.”

“The Cadre won’t be involved. There are other, equally talented people for the job.” Rowan added. “We also have an idea of how to figure out if Rhysand’s father is involved with Graysen or not,”

“We appreciate the help, but I don’t think we need it. It’s a personal matter.” Azriel stated harshly. 

Elain placed her hand on his forearm. “I asked them to do this for me Azriel. Please.” 

“How do you know each other?” He asked, glancing toward the other two seated in front of him. 

“Elain and I were roommates in college. At least, for the first semester.” Aelin answered. “We remained close after that.” 

“That must’ve been nice,” Azriel said, mildly subdued. 

Aelin smirked deviously. “I have tons of stories if you want to hear.”

Elain groaned, knowing exactly what stories Aelin would share, and Azriel perked up, smiling tentatively. “I would love that.”

~~~~~

Azriel decided the next day was the best opportunity to plant the bugs in Sir’s study. The entire Knight family that resided in the manor was supposed to be outside, Rhysand at the office, Feyre at her art studio, and Sir had a doctor’s appointment. Azriel guessed even ruthless people like him could fall prey to illnesses. 

“Wow, this place hasn’t changed one bit.” Elain’s voice came from beside him. He didn’t know how to shut her down and especially after she was the one who figured this out, she deserved to be included. 

“We will directly go to Sir’s office and then out of there as fast as possible, okay?” 

Elain raised her hands in surrender. She had opted to were an all-black attire. ‘Perfect for stealth’ she had said. “I promise not to fuck this up. And no reminiscing. I get it.”

Azriel groaned and moved on toward the house, not glancing back to check if she was following or not. 

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The room seemed ancient. Elain imagined it could resemble the study rooms she had seen in castles and palaces. There was a massive desk in the middle, with bookshelves all around, a liquor cabinet as well as a vintage globe, which Elain assumed was for decoration purposes. 

Azriel moved inside and shut the door, switching on one of the lamps on the desk. “Look for anything that could be useful, but don’t mess things up. I’ll implant the bugs.” 

Elain nodded and started looking everywhere. She searched in the bookshelf first, taking the books out and flipping through them. She then moved onto a side desk and tried opening the top drawer. However, she felt some resistance and the drawer wouldn’t completely budge. She bent down, touching around the bottom to see what was disturbing the movement when an envelope fell into her hand. 

“Az…” He looked at her and she showed him the envelope. “It’s addressed to you.” 

He took the envelope from her and inspected it carefully. “It’s from Adriata University.” He flipped it over. “Dated 2012?” 

“Why does Rhys’ dad have it?” Elain asked. 

He looked at her for a moment then tore open the envelope. He took the letter out and started reading, “Dear Azriel Knight, we are pleased to let you know that you have been… accepted?” His voice trailed off as he read the entire letter. Twice. He clutched the letter tightly in his hand. “I was accepted.” He breathed out. 

Elain put her hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him but he instantly jerked it off. She frowned at him. “Azriel, it’s okay. There has to be some sort of explanation behind this.” He looked up at her, his eyes filled with unshed tears. 

“It’s not okay El. I was accepted. I could’ve gone with you. I could’ve saved us.” His voice broke and she couldn’t stop the tears that flowed from her eyes. She rubbed his back reassuringly but he abruptly straightened. 

“We should leave.” 

“Az, look at me.” 

“Someone could come and we’d get caught.”

“Az! Look at me!” She held his chin and turned his face towards her. He looked at her with sadness filling his face and she felt a sudden urge to destroy anything or anyone that hurt him. That hurt her Az. 

“Baby, it’s okay. I don’t blame you. I don’t hate you.” He shook his head and she cupped his face with both her hands. “I could never hate you.” She whispered. 

Azriel looked at Elain, tears forming in his eyes. “There wasn’t a single day in my life where I never loved you. Before all of this, I had never thought there was a way to love you more, but I was proven wrong. Every day when I see you, I love you more than before. And it’s driving me crazy.” She rest her forehead on his, him barely breathing. “But I would gladly lose my mind than lose you again.”

He didn’t say anything, just kissed her. Fiercely, desperately, holding on to her as if she was the one thing preventing him from falling away to nothing. 

~~~~~

AN: I do these open endings a bit too often, don't I?

Next Chapter: 5th May

I'll be taking another break for my health. Fortunately, if things look better, I might update early.

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I'm definitely not surprised at the winner of this one, though I did not expect the difference between the vote numbers to be this massive.

This is mainly because of how the Saint's and Survivor's campaigns are designed. The Survivor is meant to be your very first campaign, while the Saint is meant to be the finale, and because of this, the Saint is very explicitly designed with the Survivor experience in mind. In a way, its campaign recreates a lot of the feelings players had when they first started playing the game (feeling like a helpless weak creature at the bottom of the food chain who has to struggle to find food in an unfamiliar land while being constantly haunted by a timer of death from the weather, with no visible certain goal in sight), and it has many mysterious and emotional moments that work specifically because of the things you've seen and experienced as the Survivor. As such, I was kind of expecting this important connection to inspire some ships, but from what I've noticed, the actual game design of Rain World is not really something that influences this side of the fandom too much. (Which is a far cry from how many fanon friendships have happened in League due to powerful in-game synergies, like Kog'Maw-Lulu and Yasuo-Malphite, or DotA's Tiny-Io duo.)

Despite everything I just said, barbecue is still the one I've ended up voting myself, and this is due to a few reasons. I feel like the personalities of Artificer and Gourmand mix quite well, with Gourmand helping Arti's mental health heal, while making them enjoy and appreciate life a bit more, and Arti helps Gour deal with the tough, stressful and exhausting job of being a leader for a colony, while also giving them the confidence they need to perform well in this role. They're also supported by some gameplay elements too, as they're the two crafting slugcats that unlock their campaigns simultaneously. Not to mention, they're the only two Downpour slugcats whose story isn't centered around the iterators or the void/cycle/echoes, but instead on the actual lives of the wild slugcats that have to life in this cruel world. And pairing up lighthearted fun characters with edgy serious ones for some "Someone will die - of fun!" dynamics is always lovely.

(Survficer/Full Moon) | (Solar Eclipse/Cherry Bomb) | (BloodMoon/Kebab) | (Spearmonk/Reversal) | (Lagspike/Supernova) | (Candy Cane/Seafood) | (Spearhunter/Lanternfish) | (Gourvivor/Scrambled Eggs) | (Nachocheese/Spearvivor) | (Counterstrike/Rivusaint) | (Nightlight/Artisaint) | (Cherry Pie/Spearficer) | (Monkhunt/Gourmonk) | (Speedrun/Piranha) | (Artimonk/Error 404) | (Fishstick/Godmode) | (Survulet/Cherrybush) | (Nightspear/Saintmonk) | (Nightsaint/Rivmonk) | (Bathbomb/Spearsaint) | (Saintmand/Paprika)

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after a million years plus an addition million years post the show ending i am finally just now scribbling out my takes and stuff on fethry's immediate family a la how they would fit into dt17 canon

the breakdown in my mind is that all 3 of eider and lulubelle's children are Strange and Ambiguously Disordered (fethry taking the most after his mother) and also to some degree have inherited eider's legendary strength (abner being basically on par with his father and fethry as the baby and the runt of the three being much more close to just having normal person strength, though still a bit surprising for how noodly he is)

more specific points abt the family under the cut bc i dont want the post to be too long @_@

abner

definitely autistic (as 3 and also lulu are) but its like in that. i dont have healthy coping mechanisms to deal with how alienated from ppl i feel so im just gonna fish and carve wood and if anyone enters my space i will burn it down with both of us still inside it. way

that being said abner’s still plenty capable of being a compassionate guy deep down. he cares a lot about his family and takes whatever responsibility u entrust him with extremely seriously

comes off as emotionally stunted bc he doesnt really show affection in the “normal” way, including and especially physical affection and also. saying shit  out loud. he has his own love language its called * noncommittal groan of acceptance as you enter his house *

in my brain i know he should have a job but all i can think about is him fucking off in the woods so he doesnt have to talk with people. maybe one of those people who sit in towers all day to make sure forests dont burn down. i dunno

mary

loves acting and wants to be a professional stage/screen actor so bad but is unfortunately terrible at acting. probably been in like a few commercials or something

very very dramatic, im talking full comedy sketch of a julliard actor levels of melodrama and stage fainting, whether onstage or not. this makes it hard to tell if her reactions to things are genuine or not unless u are her brothers or parents who have been dealing with this forever

since the acting career is not really taking off Yet she has maybe ripped off 1 or 2 or 20 or so people maybe more just to keep the lights on. ironically when shes conning people she can actually act convincingly (my leverage fans out there. you know)

some of you will probably ask about dugan and while i do absolutely love dugan personally in my mind marys not ready nor interested in motherhood. so. maybe some day i will reveal my own dt17 dugan origin concept idk

eider

something of a local folk hero due to both his truly legendary strength and his equally strong inclination to lend his neighbors a hand, or really anyone else who may need a little help for that matter

as exceptionally goofy and loving as you could want any dad to be, though he can also be a bit stern when he needs to be, and a little prideful

in my mind i think it would be very cool if he had moved his family into granny elvira’s farm to give her a hand bc while shes a tough old woman everyone still needs a hand from time to time but i dont know if this contradicts any serious duck lore so forgive me

lulubelle

full loon baby ! none of this “looks like every other member of clan mcduck” shit !!! yes this includes the blood red eyes #epicloonwin

many make the mistake to count her as an absent minded spooky insane woman but this could not be further from the truth. she is very sharp-witted, observant, and is only spooky simply because its pretty near impossible to creep or gross her out, and even harder to full-on scare. and also because she makes long uninterrupted eye contact all the time

fethry definitely inherited a lot from her, but one of the main things they share is the tendency to cycle through all kinds of seemingly unrelated hobbies and interests; but much like fethry’s chief passion seems to be marine biology, lulu greatly enjoys botany and all it’s practical applications, as well as music