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kyunniebuns · 2 months ago

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˗ˏˋ Entry : 050 - Lover! HSR Men x Fem! Reader: Can't sleep at night.... ♡ ˎˊ˗

꒰ Caelus, Aventurine, Sunday, Dan Heng ꒱

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ ℂ𝕒𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕤 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"Alright, who is begging to be whooped by my bat—" Caelus announces, his voice full of conviction as he held his bat until his gaze lowered down to see your sorry little state clutching a miniature plushie of him you got from the trailblaze stern's merchandise. "O-oh, babe!"

He immediately panics and throws away the bat he was ready to swing at a moment's notice.

"I uhm... Heh!" He scratches the back of his head before taking your hand. "What's wrong? It's really late now, did you have a nightmare?"

"No... Not really" You slump, entirely upset. "I watched a sad movie and now I can't sleep."

"... Ah, that old film Mr. Yang recommended?" Caelus hums thoughtfully, "Wanna hit the hay with me then? My new room is really big and I got new pillows!"

"Please" You nod sheepishly as your boyfriend guides you inside the upturned storeroom he spent days decorating and renovating.

It was a sight to behold knowing how empty and barren the place was until the astral express team decided to give him the space. Now Caelus had a whole paradise to himself. A kitchen, his own bathroom, a weapon station, and even his massive gaming area that he spent hours on end when the crew isn't off doing training or he's joining March on whatever stupidity to stress Dan Heng and Sunday with since the former head of the oak family has decided to hitchhike for a little while.

"Wanna talk about the movie?" Caelus asks as he kisses your plump cheek so you would look at him. "Or is it too sad?"

You shook your head, not wanting to recall the film that made you look at the wall and contemplate life. Mr. Yang is truly cruel for suggesting such a sad movie.

"Hm..." He ponders, trying to recall the contents of the book he asked from Dan Heng about cheering up your girlfriend who is clearly upset.

Now that he thinks about it, the contents of that book is too cringey and will probably not help you at all.

"Anything you want me to do?" He gently ruffles the side of your head.

"Sunday told me he taught you some voice thingies" You say, your eyes glimmering as you look up at his golden orbs.

"Well, uhm... Err... About that" A dust of pink tinges on his fair cheeks.

He wanted to surprise you with a love song on your anniversary so he secretly started asking voice lessons from him, but maybe he should have told the halovian man that it's for a surprise.

"You will, right?... Right?" You nod expectantly, making Caelus feel all the more helpless as he can't resist his lover.

"Alright, alright" He nods as he clears his throat.

"You can do it, Caelus. Sunday said your voice is really good, just relax" He tells himself.

He needed a bit more time as he developed the courage, but eventually he started humming. He remembered Sunday's lessons well after all, he should be fine.

Caelus kept humming for a while until he noticed you completely passed out in his arms and nuzzling his chest. He silently screamed a victorious howl, crying of joy and thanking Sunday for joining the astral express and for the free singing lessons.

Now he knows the perfect way of coaxing you to sleep without using unconventional methods. The strict guidance he underwent from Sunday is all not in vain.

After all, he has his cute girlfriend snuggled up against him with a miniature plushie version of himself in her arms. What more can he ask for?

So gently, he squeezed you in his arms while kissing your cheek.

"Goodnight, baby. I hope you dream pleasant dreams"

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝔸𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Aventurine has just finished working on his remaining paperworks for the evening until there was a knock on his office, he lazily called out to come in and perked up at the sight if your wearing the pajamas he bought for you the other day.

"Ah, look at you, darling. I knew the limited edition one made of fine silk suits your cute figure, come come. I want to admire you more." Aventurine urges you to come over.

And once you were near enough, he perched you on his lap and peppered your pretty face with kisses.

"It's bedtime now, though, why are you still awake, hm?" He inquires as he strokes the top of your head.

"Can't sleep..." You complain softly as Aventurine presses his lips on your forehead.

"Mm, is it because you need me by your ride to sleep?" He teases.

"Mhm..." You nod sheepishly, feeling childish for such a demand.

"Ah, how cute!" Aventurine muses, giving you another plethora of kisses. "I would love to join you in bed, but as you can see, the ipc is working me to the bone again and I have just returned from break"

He gestures to the pikes of paperwork still on his desk and open documents on the screen.

"Can I stay here then?" You ask, playing with his necktie. "I'll be good, I promise"

"Whatever makes your pretty little head happy, dearest" The signonian man hums, pulling your head to the crook of his neck as a way to coax you into sleeping.

The room soon falls into silence, with the exception of Aventurine's writing and keyboard typings. A sweet aroma of wood and citrus permeates through his office, making the whole place even more cozier than it already is.

And soon, you would find yourself lost in dreamland in your beloved's arms.

It took him a while to notice, but Aventurine soon realizes you're completely asleep. He smiles gently, his heterochromatic eyes gazing so lovingly at your face.

He never really thought he would be holding you like this again given all the trouble he went through in penacony. Not to mention, he was dead set on disappearing there until a knight of beauty rescued him from hell.

Aventurine is not taking another chance at being so reckless again knowing that someone as precious as you is waiting for him at home. And how could he leave you when you're this adorable and clingy? He would rather be humiliated than ever make you upset again.

So once again, he kisses your forehead— A lingering one this time as a way to bless you in your sleep.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Sunday's days are finally peaceful and stress-free ever since he became a runaway fugitive in Penacony. Who knew staying in the astral express can bless him with such clarity and tranquility? He's never had his guard down like this when he was the head of the oak family. He always presented himself as the most perfect person as he can be.

But now, he is dressed in an outfit that is asymmetrical. He lives in a space where there is a mess here and there that he cannot help but tidy up as a way to help pompom. It's quite awkward to reside in the train that bodyslammed him multiple times when he was at the peak of insanity. But this will do. Yes. This will do. Sunday is, after all, still adjusting to the life in the astral express, the astral express that you are also part of.

"Sunny?..." You call out to him as he arranges some books that he borrowed from Dan Heng as a way to pass the time.

"Dearest." The halovian smiles lovingly, putting down the books he is holding and gesturing you to his bed so he can sit you down. "My love, if you sleep this late then you will he moody in the morning again"

He cups your cheek gently, his wings fluttering softly as he touches your skin.

"I just can't sleep... I was scared you're still missing" You murmur, making his heart ache.

"I told you, it's alright now. I'm hitchhiking here" He reassures you before tucking you in his sheets. "I promised you that I will protect you as I give my services to the astral express, you needn't be so distressed."

He then ponders for a while, "Shall I hum you a tune then? My sister used to be like you when she has trouble resting. While I would normally suggest that we listen to her albums, it seems that my love needs 'Sunny'— More right now."

It was awkward to use that nickname, but he would make an exception for his beloved.

"Mhm..." You nod, intertwining your fingers together.

Sunday started to hum a lullaby he used to coax Robin with when they were little. A soft, steady and melancholic lullaby his mother taught him when he was younger. It was one of the few things he cherishes from her. Though her departure is abrupt and sudden, Sunday chooses to remember all the joyous memories he has given him and his baby sister.

And part of that way is singing you the lullaby she would sing. It never fails to soothe you after all.

See?

Your already breathing so slowly. Your chest would rise and fall in a steady manner and he would eventually stop.

"There we go, my little bird" Sunday cooes, kissing your forehead. "Don't worry about me anymore. I will stay by your side as long as you permit me to. I want to see the stars with you a bit longer, so rest well."

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝔻𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕘 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"Yes?..." Dan Heng answers the door and sees you fidgeting with your little fingers.

"Hi..." You awkwardly greet him.

"..." The vidyadhara steps aside, a silent way of inviting you in since he knew what is going on.

"Am I bothering you?" You ask, glancing at the paperwork on his desk scattered around.

"No, I was finished anyway" Dan Heng shakes his head, "Ignore the papers. I was just reviewing some stuff regarding our recent expenses,"

His blue eyes then glance down at you who is holding a teddy bear he gave you as a present on your birthday. The sight softens his heart.

He lifted his blanket, tipping his head over to it so you can snuggle in.

Once you are settled, Dan Heng tucks you in before climbing in himself.

"Aren't you uncomfortable with my bed?" He inquires, softly patting your hip to coax you into sleep. "I don't have a comfortable mattress like March and Caelus."

"But yours is the warmest" You shake your head.

"Is that so?" He smiles softly, "Shall I tell you a bedtime story the elders tell the children then?"

"Stories?" You perk up at the suggestion.

The stories from the xianzhou loufu are always fascinating and Dan Heng had a talent for story-telling. Maybe it's because of the fact that he loves reading books that he has a knack for it.

He starts telling you the folklore that he finds fascinating. His voice is low but not too quiet, he expresses the right emotions as needed and fluctuates his voice to immerse you further in the story.

It never fails to amuse Dan Heng on the precious way your eyes would light up at the climax of the story and when he tells you the twists.

You are always so amazed by the folk lore he tells like a little girl.

By the end of the story, you are ironically more exhausted than he is as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"What a fun and sad story" You yawn, "Are stories from the xianzhou loufu always full of tragedy?"

"Not really, I just chose this story in particular for tonight" He kisses your forehead as a way to apologize, "I'll tell you a happier one next time then, forgive me for this one."

"Nuh-uh... It's okay" You shake your head as your eyes finally close. "I like Dan Heng's stories..."

And just like that, you are asleep in the vidyadhara's arms— Warming his heart all the more at the sight of you so snuggled up on him.

Truth be told, Dan Heng never thought there would come a day wherein he would ever have a lover. He's always busy attending to the data bank and taking care of March and Caelus to spare them from their stupidity. There are times where he is just so over them and lets them be stupid though just so they can have a taste of their medicine.

But with you? He would never do that.

Dan Heng will always keep you out of danger. He wont necessarily direct you to what not to do or what to— But he will be by your side and ready to extend a guiding hand should you actually need him.

Every boyfriend wants to cherish his dearest darling.

And Dan Heng is no exception to that.

Telling you bedtime stories is just one of the few duties he enjoys doing as your lover and he silently hopes that you keep coming to him to hear all about his culture that he adores.

He presses his lips on yours, applying a chaste kiss before muttering in his native tongue— A silent oath that vidyadharas have to their fated ones. An oath that he binds himself to you. To his beloved. To the one who owns his heart.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Moshi moshi (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡, this is my official hsr fanfic heuehshab. These four are my most fave in the game currently and I couldn't resist the idea of bedtime with my boys(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠), so here! This is my first official offering and to many more. I will add a few more lovers ofc, but I wanted to kickstart it off with these bbs in particular( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩). ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

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madthetruemad · 8 months ago

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Aeon Flux | Teaser

Various x Aeon ! Reader

Summary | As an aeon in a human disguise, you traverse the cosmos because... you're bored. Immortal life, unchanging circumstances, the weak begging for power, the powerless asking for a second chance. It all got so boring for you. So, you decided to see why these humans continue to groan about the atrocities of everyday life. Thing is? It's turning out easier than you thought!!

Warnings | grammatical errors, super overpowered reader, you do a bit of trolling heh, march 7th is 100% done with you, etc.

"Got any eights?"

Dan Heng sighed and fished the card out of his hand as you grinned. Quickly plucking the card out from between his fingers, you placed the pair down on the ground in front of you.

"Gold Fish!"

"It's Go Fish."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Ughhh! You always win!"

"Should we really be doing this right now...?"

You hummed as you looked over at March 7th, "what do you mean?"

"You're unbelievable! We literally just met Stelle and the moment she wakes up? You push Dan Heng out of the way and offer to play cards! Don't you realize what kind of situation we're in right now?! And Dan Heng! I expected better from you!"

You shrugged, "whether we sit down for a short game with our new stellaron friend here or rush out to battle the moment we get our barrings makes no difference. Everything will happen as it should without fail. So relax. Besides, I bet Dan Heng that he wouldn't ever be able to beat me in a game of Gold Fish no matter where we are in the galaxy."

"It's Go Fish," Dan Heng lightly corrected again.

"That's not the point! The Legion are literally gaining on us!"

You shrugged, "why are you so worried about the legion anyway? If push comes to shove I can always bail us out."

March 7th fumed, "that's the thing! You never bail us out of anything!! Any time danger so much as comes around, you're off running back to express!"

"Really? Doesn't sound like me, heh."

"Why you..."

You were infuriating, lazy, and unreliable. But hey, if an Aeon helped out the Astral Express at every waking moment of the day, then that wouldn't be fair, right?

#hsr #honkai star rail #aeon reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr various x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr aeon reader

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stellarbit · 10 months ago

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Past Echoes

4.0k words. Light references to intimacy.

Fitting back in with the Bad Batch was an adjustment. Accidentally letting it slip that you and Echo had more history than Tech, Echo, and Wrecker realized... made it a bit more challenging.

Light reference to this lil fic Shadows of the Order. Do you want some jealous Tech? Protective Echo? A slightly voyeuristic Hunter? I gotchu.

I had a thought - the Batch would most definitely hate the idea of you having previous nsfw fun with a reg. But what if it was a 'the call is coming from inside the house' situation. Enjoyyyyy

When the Batch returned to Ord Mantel, you and O2 followed. Cid, a former Jedi informant, didn't recognize you, and you didn't recognize her—fortunately. She wasn't thrilled about your presence at first. It wasn't until you completed a solo job for her, proving your worth while the Batch tackled their mission, that her complaints subsided.

It became routine for you and O2 to take on jobs separately from the Batch whenever possible. The occasional solitude was a balm, helping you adjust to the constant company.You’d forgotten what it was like to be a part of a squad and to have any attention on you.

Their intense attention was making it all the more challenging.

Reuniting with you after Order 66 mended a wound in them. The loss of Crosshair left a void, partially filled by Omega's arrival. She helped them move forward, bridging the gap left behind. Your presence reignited a sense of the familiar, despite the undeniable changes. Where you once engaged freely, laughing and unhesitant in physical affection, you now held yourself apart, you were now detached and resentful as they saw it.

All of them but Echo. He’d known you longer than the others, back to your days as a Jedi Knight fighting with the 501st, and knew personally how hard adjusting could be.

Adjusting to your new reality was more exhausting than you'd anticipated, not so much a matter of resentment as it was sheer fatigue. Socializing, something that once came as naturally as breathing, now consumed a significant chunk of your mental energy. In some ways, Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Echo remained unchanged, the brothers you remembered. Yet, in other ways, they were entirely different, forcing you to relearn how to interact with them as if meeting for the first time.

Adjusting to the presence of a child was a whole separate issue.

Aside from taking some missions separately, you’d all fallen into another routine. Between missions, you all retreated to a modest dwelling you'd secured on the outskirts of Ord Mantell. The Marauder had quickly become too small for all of you.

It wasn’t big and privacy was scarce with most of the space being communal. A small refresher, built a short walk into the desert, provided a sliver of solitude from the group's constant buzz.

The moons were starting to set by the time you and O2 returned from your most recent job. You were sore and ready to shut O2 down by the time you walked into Cid’s.

“Welcome back!” Wrecker shouted, tossing you a box almost faster than you could react. “Looks like another successful mission for you.” You snorted and passed the carton of mantell mix to O2.

Hunter and Omega were immersed in the game at the dejarik table, Tech at the bar with a datapad, and Wrecker and Echo in a booth along the wall observing it all. You headed straight for the bar, a slight limp in your gate.

Echo's posture snapped to attention as he observed your approach. The abruptness of his movement as he rose was enough to send their table jostling. Wrecker steadied the table, thrown off by the sudden energy, and watched his brother march over.

“Must’ve been an easy job if you got back before us.” You teased and slid onto a bar stool, handing Cid her client’s requested datastick.

“Heh, easy for us!” Omega boasted and thrust a thumb to her chest. Hunter briefly smiled at the young clone before focusing on the game again.

Echo, however, wasn’t so easily diverted. He approached, his concern etched deeply into his features as he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. “Looks like it was a rough one if you’re limping back,” he said, his voice carrying a scolding edge.

Behind you, O2, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the moment and embodying the classic B1 battle droid blend of sass and clumsiness, trundled up. “If you ask me, we had the easy job. I only tripped twice and only one of those times was in front of enemies. Improvement!”

You waved a hand at Cid, signaling for a drink and said, “Getting old is rough. It’s nothing new.” Your attempt to sooth his stern expression fell flat.

Echo frowned and shook his head before bending to one knee. Examining your leg, Echo slid his hand behind your knee and lifted it up. His hand squeezed around your knee as his thumb worked into the joint. It brought you visible relief, indicative of the sigh and relaxed tilt of your head.

As Echo’s hand continued its examination down the length of your calf, he asked , “Is it acting up?”

Tech leaned from his stool to peer over Echo’s shoulder, taking special note of Echo’s hand still on your knee. “To what are you referring?”

Echo, without shifting his gaze from your leg, replied with a hint of frustration, “Her knee. She injured it during the Battle of Christophsis.” He paused, his voice softening as he looked up at you, concern replacing annoyance. “We’ve talked about this.”

Cid slid your drink across the bar to you, which you promptly tilted towards Echo. “I have been, nanny droid, but I can’t baby it all the time.” You took a large gulp of the drink and said, “Besides, it always aches after landing.” Since you’d known Echo, he’d always doted on you to some extent. Since your reunion though it was borderline overbearing.

Tech, ever the voice of logical reason, couldn’t resist chiming in. “Actually, that discomfort is likely due to the variations in air pressure and altitude experienced during descent. The symptoms should ease within a few hours. There is no cause for alarm.”

Echo’s response was a sharp and disapproving glance at Tech..

You hummed a laugh as you finished your drink. Setting the glass down and patting Echo’s hand, you turned away from the cybernetic clone. “Which reminds me,” you gestured to O2 in a ‘follow me’ fashion. “O2, c’mon. I need your help with my shoulder.”

That caught Hunter’s attention. He turned from the dejarik table. “Your shoulder?”

That particular injury was a relic of Order 66, a scar you hadn’t planned on discussing.

“I got shot and it didn’t heal right, but O2 helps with the occasional steroid shot.” Narrowing your eyes at O2, you rolled out your shoulder. “This time get it on the first stick.” You said as the two of you started towards the door.

“Hey!” The battle droid whined after you. “It’s not my fault you won’t calibrate my sensors.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” You shook your hands at O2 and jabbed a finger into their chest plate, “And I told you I’ll get to it. Just-”

“Not happening.” Echo cut in firmly just as you hit the stairs.

Pausing mid-step, one foot hovering above landing to the next flight of stairs, you turned back to your friend. “Excuse me?”

Echo met you on the stairs. “That clanker is not getting the chance to make it worse.

You grounded yourself and notched a hand on your hip. “Echo,” Your voice betrayed your exhaustion. “O2 can help just fine.” Echo’s face pinched together at the mention of the droid. His disdain and distrust for droids had not eased with O2’s presence.

Echo's resolve was unyielding, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that left little room for debate. "No. I'm not letting that droid anywhere near you with a needle. It's not about its capabilities; it's about doing this right," he stated, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "We're not taking any chances with your health."

You sighed, resisting Echo would only prove futile. “Alright, alright,” you conceded and started back up the stairs. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before,” you quipped, too tired to think about what you just let slip.

Echo's reaction was immediate; his eyebrows arched in surprise, clearly he hadn't anticipated such a slip. He quickly glanced at his brothers, hoping that your words had somehow escaped their notice.

It hadn’t.

Hunter's gaze shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. Wrecker's mouth hung open, momentarily lost for words, while Omega looked between them all, sensing a tension she couldn't quite grasp.

Tech, who was usually composed and unfazed, seemed especially taken aback. His eyes widened behind his goggles, and for once, he too was at a loss, his brain trying to piece together this new information with the efficiency of a computer experiencing a glitch.

The others were left in a similar stunned silence, grappling with the sudden insight into a part of Echo and your past that had been carefully veiled until now. It was a sudden glimpse into the shared history between you and Echo—a history that was evidently more intimate than any had realized.

A subtle flush crept over Echo's cheeks, a rare display of embarrassment from the stoic soldier, before he turned, almost sheepishly, to follow you up the stairs.

The sound of the closing door echoed down the stairwell, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Cid, ever the observer, couldn't help but comment, "Didn't think Killjoy had it in him."

“Had what in him?” Omega asked, her head shifted between her brothers, expectantly waiting for an answer.

Cid leaned over the bar, “What are you, fresh out of the tube or something? They-”

“Were in the war together.” Hunter cut Cid off sharply. “Soldiers…” he struggled to find the appropriate words. “...have to dress wounds all the time.” He tapped his finger on the dejarik table. “It’s probably best we head back too.”

Omega led the way out with O2's unwieldy form bobbing along beside her. Wrecker and Hunter followed, their broad shoulders nearly blocking the path, while Tech lagged behind, lost in thought.

Wrecker leaned in, his whispering not as quiet as he might have thought. "There’s no way we wouldn’t have noticed something... And aren't Jedi not supposed-”

Hunter quickly silenced Wrecker. The situation was already uncomfortable without Omega’s curiosity making it worse. He caught sight of Tech, unusually distant and without his usual companion, his datapad, in hand.

There had been signs, subtle yet unmistakable, of something more between you and Tech. Hunter prided himself on his ability to read situations, to understand his team beyond words. The knowledge of your intimacy with Tech had bothered him, sparking an unexpected intrigue in him.

He’d smelled, more than once,Tech’s scent on you. The first time it had dredged up an ugly feeling inside the tattooed clone, but that feeling quickly evolved into something stranger.

Hunter remembered a moment, long before the chaos of Order 66, when he and Crosshair had stumbled upon you and Tech in a compromising situation, ostensibly "repairing" the Marauder's camera system. He’d been catching on to the two of you for a few weeks, but that day he knew for certain. Tech reeked of you and you uncharacteristically jumped at the opportunity to load the ship. It may have been lost on Crosshair, but not Hunter.

He knew what happened and, that night, he enjoyed thinking about it.

On the other hand, the possibility of you and Echo sharing something similar caused him a twinge of jealousy - a new feeling for Hunter. He wasn’t sure what secret you and Echo harbored; he just knew he didn’t like it. He did worry what that meant for the brother behind him.

In the cramped quarters of your makeshift dwelling's refresher, Echo was preparing the syringe. The space was limited, barely accommodating the essentials—a shower, toilet, and sink—yet it somehow felt enough for the two of you squeezed together.

With your back to echo, you sat on the rim of the empty bathtub working at the wrap on your shoulder. Most days you wrapped your shoulder and knee for support. The support it offered varied, but on this day, the wrap was more stubborn than usual.

As you struggled with the final layer, Echo's calloused fingers gently brushed yours aside. The warmth of his touch prompted a soft laugh from you. "Definitely warmer than O2," you commented, the tension easing from your shoulders as the last of the wrap fell away.

"Well, at least fifty percent of me is," Echo replied, his voice carrying a lightness that reminded you of times before the scars of war had marked him. Shutting your eyes, memories of Echo before Skako Minor flooded your mind, back when you were both new to the 501st and the galaxy seemed a vast expanse of possibilities.

Your paths had crossed shortly after you were knighted, and Echo had yet to lose the sheen of a 'shiny.' The connection was instantaneous, each of you quickly fell in together. Your friendship was built on your trust in battle and shared fun, with you playfully chiding him for his by-the-book approach, while he, in turn, found joy in occasionally bending the rules for you.

Your attachment to him was tested after a particularly grueling battle, one that left Echo injured and confined to a med bay. Sneaking in to visit him after hours, you were hit with the reality of how close you had come to losing him. It was within the quiet stolen moments in the med bay that blurred the lines of your camaraderie.

At one point, when you tried to adjust his bandages, Echo's hand caught yours, stopping you. The small touch lifted the weight of the situation. His thumb began gentle little circles on your hand and the bond between you went taught.

Seated beside Echo, your friend who looked at you as more than just a Jedi or commander, you wondered what you may have been without a war. It was hard to imagine, but one thing was clear: the thought of losing Echo, who had become more than just a fellow soldier, was unbearable.

For the first time, you felt that all the hardships of the war might be worth it, just to keep him and his brothers safe. At that moment, the reasons for fighting seemed more personal, tied to the people who mattered most.

The air changed as you noticed Echo’s gaze lingering on your lips.

Without saying a word, you leaned forward. Echo tried sitting up to meet you and that was all it took for you to bridge the gap with a kiss. A first kiss for the both of you. When you pulled back, he pulled back his blanket and, mindful of his injuries and desperate for the closeness, you tucked in beside him.

For that night, the war faded and it was just the two of you in a sanctuary of whispers and touches.

It was the only time and neither of you regretted it, but it only strengthened the depth of trust your shared. It made losing him all the more gutting. Your eyes opened at that thought.

“Echo.” Your voice broke the silence.

“Hold still.” He instructed before you felt the pinch of the shot. When it passed, Echo rolled his thumb over the puncture point and worked pressure into the surrounding muscles. “What is it?”

You began picking up your bandages and held them to your bare chest. “Did I ever tell you,” You glanced over your shoulder, but unable to look at him as you continued, you turned back “Losing you at Citadel was one of the worst pains I’ve ever experienced? You were my best friend… and I left you behind.”

The sight of you, hunched over those bandages, a scar wrecking your back, and the smallest he’d ever seen you, caved Echo’s chest in. Echo realized how much that moment had stayed with you, just as losing you had stayed with him.

Echo leaned down to your level, placing his hand on your scarred shoulder. You answered his touch by turning just enough to meet his gaze.

“You are my best friend.” he said, his voice steady and sincere. The look in his eyes suggested he was navigating through similar memories, yet his demeanor wasn't marred by sorrow. Instead, there was a tranquil acceptance in his expression, a balance between acknowledging the past's pain and appreciating the present's joys. He even managed a small smile. "I never felt abandoned by you. I get it. Losing you," he paused, a brief shadow crossing his face, "it seemed like the galaxy was falling apart, not the war."

Echo’s grip tightened on your shoulder before he stood back up. The smile he gave you was confident and comforting, the same Echo you’d met all that time ago.

“But you are alive and so am I. That’s the only thing that matters now.” His hand traveled up your neck to cradle the side of your head. Then, lightly, he placed a kiss on your head “Let’s keep it that way, shall we?”

He started turning to leave you to wrap up, but paused just short of opening the door. “Oh, and one last thing.”

You’d already started rolling the bandages around your chest, so you didn’t bother to look up but acknowledged him with a nod.

“"The rest of them... they're aware now, of how close we actually are."

His words hung in the air, giving you pause. Only after a beat did the full weight of his statement hit you. Abruptly, you stopped what you were doing and whipped around to face him. "What was that?"

Echo hesitated, then clarified, "You pretty much announced it back at Cid’s that I've ‘seen it all before.’”

As his words sank in, you replayed the exit from Cid’s in your mind, and with growing dread, you realized the implication of your offhand comment. Your eyes batted around, recalling exactly what you’d said on your way out of Cid’s. As the realization fully dawned on you, you looked horrified.

While you and Echo never regretted that night, you both agreed to leave it in the med bay. It couldn’t complicate anything if it stayed as a silent memory.

“Echo-”

His pale skin was rose tinted, barely visible from his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He glanced upwards, as if seeking divine intervention for a swift escape from the ensuing awkwardness. “I’m not dealing with that jealous lot alone so you better hurry up… Shorty.”

Echo said the nickname , a relic from your time with the 501st, in a way that would’ve made Fives proud. His use of the nickname, light and teasing, was enough to momentarily disarm any retort you had ready. By the time you could react, he had already stepped out.

He waited outside the refresher for you to finish and you both headed inside together. As you both reentered the common area, it was clear that Tech, Hunter, and Wrecker were making a minimal effort to seem occupied with anything but the two of you. O2 and Omega were elsewhere.

Tech’s attention was drilled into fixing a component of the Marauder, but the tightness in his shoulders showed his discomfort. Hunter was sat adjacent Wrecker, sharpening his knife.

Wrecker, in particular, didn't even bother with the pretense of subtlety. His gaze was unabashedly fixed on you both, wide-eyed and overtly curious, as though seeing you in a completely new light for the first time.

Wrecker was the first to break the silence, unable to contain his curiosity. “So, you two?” He gestured between you and Echo.

Tech’s attention snapped from his tinkering, his expression tight, betraying a flicker of discomfort at Wrecker’s blunt inquiry. "Is this really the time to—"

"It's okay, Tech," you interjected, wanting to clear the air before misunderstandings could take root. Echo nodded in agreement, his expression calm.

One of Tech’s hands tightened into a fist and he glanced away. With not enough information to assess this sort of situation, he was frustrated and struggling to process it. Tech adjusted his goggles, his voice a mix of resignation and annoyance. "I suppose clarity on the matter would... facilitate a return to normalcy."

Echo glanced at the rest of the squad, then back to you, a silent agreement passing between you. He sighed, "Yes, we had a moment. A long time ago. It wasn't serious, and it's in the past."

Hunter finally spoke, raising a hand to stop the conversation., “We don’t need the details.” He sighed and sat up in his chair. “If it’s in the past, that’s that.” Standing, he replaced the knife in his forearm sheath and continued in a flat tone, “Just caught us off guard is all.,” His gaze swept from you to Echo and then rested on Tech.

Tech finally spoke up, his usual composure regained. “As long as this… history doesn’t interfere with our missions, it remains a personal matter.” Yet, beneath his measured words, a hint of unresolved tension lingered.

Wrecker, processing the information, scratched his head, then offered a shrug. “Guess we’ve all got our stories, huh? Just didn’t see this one coming.” Ever the one to lighten the mood, Wrecker clapped his hands. “Well, now that’s settled, who’s hungry?”

Your eyes caught Tech’s. One of his hands rested on his leg while his thumb rubbed against his forefinger nervously. His characteristic confidence dimmed. You weren’t going to let that linger.

Surprisingly, the group quickly dispersed after the awkward meeting.

Wrecker headed off to find Omega and grab some grub and Hunter wanted to do a routine check of the Marauder, leaving you, Echo, and Tech lingering in the common area. Echo gave you a relieved smile and a nod before he too left, leaving you with time to address Tech.

Tech had stayed behind under the guise of fixing the equipment but the careful avoidance of your gaze didn't go unnoticed. Seizing the moment for a much-needed conversation, you approached him with a deliberate calmness, hoping to bridge the growing gap between you.

"Tech?" you started, your voice softer than usual.

He paused, tools in hand, and finally met your eyes. The usual spark of curiosity was there, but it was overshadowed by a hesitance that hadn't been there before. "Yes?" he responded, his tone neutral yet guarded.

You took a deep breath, searching for the right words to navigate the delicate situation. “I’m sorry I never told you. We always wanted to leave it in the past.” You sighed. “I didn’t want you to look at me differently.”

Tech processed your words, the rigid lines of his posture softening. He set his tools down, giving you his full attention now. “If you are implying I would think less of you, that is not the case.” His mouth twitched to the side, his face still masked in neutrality he hesitantly continued. “However, it certainly makes adapting to our new dynamics more… complicated for me.”

Your confused expression prompted him to explain further, “Historically, the thought of your involvement with others was an… unenjoyable experience for me.” His back straightened and something passed through his brown eyes. “At present, I find myself challenged by the desire to offer you more preferable and memorable alternatives."

For the first time in almost a year, heat flared in your chest. You’d forgotten how intense Tech’s attention was. He’d hinted at jealousy in the past. But that short exchange made you wish he’d found out about your history with Echo much earlier.

You took a casual step forward. “I’d like to see what that brain of yours thinks up.”

Tech’s eyes widened for a moment, flitting to the door and back to you.. “I’ve already thought of multiple scenarios I believe you’d find suitable.”

“Are any of them suitable for a limited timeframe?”

His head tilted and, for the first time since your reunion, he gave you his braggadocious grin. “Precisely three.”

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 9 months ago

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get friendshipped, idiots

Vaggie: “Alright, form up. We stick close, stick together, we get out of here as fast as we can.”

Husk: “No shit.”

Angel Dust: “Aye aye captain Vagatha!” (pulls face) “Ugh…. new guy’s barely even moved in an’ he’s already slitherin’ ‘round my head...”

Husk: “Heh.”

Angel Dust: “Slitherin’ like a hot tongue ‘round a big hard-”

Vaggie: “Wrong side morons. Get on my left.”

Husk: “You can’t see shit on your left.”

Vaggie: “Wow really. Had no idea.”

Husk: “Why the fuck put us there? I don’t want you fucking accidentally stabbing me with that fucking spear of yours.”

Vaggie: “I won’t.”

Angel Dust: “Seeing us hot dudes really that hard on your EYE, huh?”

Vaggie: “Not like that’s an issue with you two around.”

Husk: “Seriously then why the fuck. Your girlfriend always stays on your right, so that’s the safest side to be on.”

Angel Dust: “Oh honey Husk, ya know we can’t compare to smokin’ hot demon princess of hell~”

Vaggie: "Just, get on my left.”

Husk: “Tell me fucking why.”

Vaggie: “Because I’m asking nicely?”

Angel Dust: “Could’a asked it nicer, toots. Could’a said ‘please’.”

Vaggie: “Will you two idiots stop wasting time and get on my fucking left side.”

Angel Dust: “Hmmm, lemme think about it.”

Husk: “No.”

Angel Dust: “I’m with Whisky Whiskers on this one. I’m all for things goin’ in me in general- not from you though. Not when they’re pointy. Not even if it WAS a dick, honestly. Not even if it had batteries an-”

Vaggie: “Alright I get it. I don't need to get your preferred dildo size."

Angel Dust: "How 'bout the brand~?"

Vaggie: "Cállate. Charlie give me patience….”

Husk: “Don’t you mean give me fucking strength?”

Vaggie: “If my demon hell princess girlfriend gave me strength you’d both be dead.”

Angel Dust: “Ya prayin’ to her was so cute I’m gonna ignore that.”

Vaggie: “Look-”

Angel Dust: “Us lookin’ isn’t the worryin’ thing here, Vag-EYE.”

Husk: “Uragh.”

Angel Dust: “Yeah I didn’t think that one through… So toots? Ya gonna admit you don’t mind if we get shived while ya not looking?”

Vaggie: “Not wanting that is WHY I need you on my LEFT, assholes!”

Angel Dust: “Oh Puh-leeease…”

Vaggie: “Shut up.”

Husk: “Wait-”

Angel Dust: “Charlie’s not here, ya don’t have t’ pretend you care-”

Husk: “Wait a fucking second-”

Vaggie: “NO. No more waiting. We’ve wasted that second, thanks to you two. Now shut UP, form up- and get in my fucking blind spot so I can keep my good eye out for your dumb, stupid, undisciplined asses!” (growling) “Ay demonio mio… deja de estar chingando…” (yelling again) “Fall in and don’t fall behind!” (marches off)

Husk: “….”

Angel Dust: “Well fuck that. She don’t got my soul in chains. I ain’t-”

Husk: “She wants us to watch her back.”

Angel Dust: “-whHAt?”

Husk: “You fucking heard me.” (following vaggie) “Come on.”

Angel Dust: (catching up) “You’re kiddin’. She’d sooner get help from a rabid-”

Husk: “She trusts us on her shitty blind side and doesn’t want anything getting the jump on us if she can help it. You heard that, yeah?”

Angel Dust: “…. she could’a just said so.”

Husk: “Like how you always say what you fucking mean?”

Angel Dust: “Sure as sugared tits, Huskers~” (sighs) “Whatever. Charlie Puff’d kill us if anything happens to her anyway.”

Husk: “She wouldn’t. You’d still feel like shit about it.”

Angel Dust: “Whatever.”

-after-

Charlie: “What. Happened.”

Vaggie: (sitting on couch face in hands, eye covered)

Husk: (hunched over, paws over ears)

Angel Dust: (hiding his grin with all four hands)

Charlie: “Guys.” (deep breath) “I’m gonna ask again- You’re covered in blood- which ISN’T yours? Right Vaggie? Definitely not..?”

Vaggie: (nods despondently without looking up)

Charlie: “Okay.” (breathes out) “Okay, we can work with this. But. WHAT. Happened.”

Them: “….”

Charlie: "No?"

Them: "....."

Charlie: "No one is getting off this couch until I hear what happened."

Angel Dust: "Keep sayin' stuff like THAT an' I know one person who'll for SURE be gettin' off-"

Vaggie: (GROANS)

Angel Dust: "See?! SEE!!! She ain't even denying it!"

Husk: "She's planning your funeral."

Angel Dust: "Oh she's plannin' something alright."

Charlie: "If we could not change the subject, please?"

Them: "...."

Charlie: “... Angel Dust. Since you have so much to say, would you mind?”

Angel Dust: (grinning) (grinning)

Angel Dust: “…..it was fucking adorable.”

Husk & Vaggie: (scrunch down)

Charlie: “The BUCKETS OF BLOOD was adorable?”

Angel Dust: “Naw, the-”

Vaggie: "Put a cock in it."

Husk: "You fucking swore-"

Angel Dust: (stretching out across the couch across the other two) “Oh c’mon gays! This is ME we’re talkin’ about-”

Vaggie: (shoving him off) “Don’t touch me.”

Angel Dust: (draped over husk) “-even for hell, this vow of silence shit is TORTURE!”

Husk: “Your whining in my fucking ear is torture.”

Angel Dust: “I could trying moaning instead, if ya want.”

Husk: (hairball sound)

Charlie: “Vaggie. What vow of silence.”

Vaggie: “… the one… that friends should keep for each other..?”

Angel Dust: “MMMMMMRRRRGHGH.”

Charlie: "Wait. Wait- the what..?"

Husk: "The vow of shut the fuck up Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "MRRRGHGHGH!!!"

Charlie: “Unholy shit.”

Vaggie: "Charlie I swear on my right eye we're not coving up a murder- n, not one we planned on anyway, not premeditated- it was at most a collateral killing-"

Charlie: “Not that. You called them your."

Charlie: (anime eyes) "... friends…?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “If I say ‘yes’ will you not ask any more questions about the blood.”

Charlie: (already tearing up) “Ye-ess.”

Vaggie: “Then yes. These two…” (lowers hand) (GLARES) “…. Stupid, annoying, moronic idiots are my.” (grits teeth) “FrIENdS.”

Charlie: (bursting into tears) “OH VAGGIE-! THAT’S SOOOO-”

Angel Dust: (shrieking) “THEY TRIED TAKIN’ A HIT FOR EACH OTHER!!!”

Demon Charlie: (also shrieking) “-a WHAT!?”

Vaggie: “You…. bastard…”

Husk: “We should have left him there to die.”

Angel Dust: “But ya didn’t~”

Charlie: “WHAT HIT WHERE WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIT WHO TRIED HITTING YOU DID THEY HAVE HEAVENLY STEEL WHAT IF THEY HAD HAD HEAVENLY STEEL- VAGGIE WHAT THE F-”

Angel Dust: “Welp!” (gets up)“My sexy work here is done!”

Charlie: “-WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE OUT GETTING FUCKING GROCERIES! HOW MANY TIMES-”

Vaggie: “You ruined everything, asshole.”

Charlie: “-START SENDING DAZZLE OUT WITH YOU AGAIN HOW DOES THIS KEEP-”

Angel Dust: “Correction- I’m getting YOU ruined later tonight, by HER.”

Charlie: “-WASN’T EVEN THERE TO PROTECT YOU IT HAS TO STOP-”

Angel Dust: “Enjoy the feral possessive demon smex, Vagswag~“

Vaggie: “Husk, kill him.”

Husk: “You really can’t go through a single fucking sincere moment without hiding behind sex and shit, can you?”

Vaggie: “Thank you.”

Charlie: (wrapping self around gf) “-ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE OKAY!? AND YOU, HUSK???”

Angel Dust: “They would both fo’ real rather take a knife in the chest before callin’ each other pals, but yeah, other than that they’re just our average fuck ups.”

Charlie: “A WHAT IN THE WHAT!?!?!?”

Angel Dust: “Don’t worry, Princess Charmin’. They hugged it out. It was adorable.” (grins) “I took pics.” (flounces off)

Vaggie: “…. We might need to actually kill him now.”

Husk: “Damn.”

Charlie: (slowly stands)

Charlie: “H u g g i n g . . . ?”

Vaggie & Husk: “Shit.”

Charlie: (beaming) (Looming) “Show me… The HUG..:”

Vaggie: “…..”

Vaggie: “husk quick stab me”

Husk: “fuck no I don’t want to fucking die”

Vaggie: “it’s that or hug!”

Husk: “….stab me instead.”

Charlie: (singing) “The only things getting stabbed around here~! Are all my feeeeeeeeeeels~!”

Charlie: “Oh look Angel Dust sent me the pictures!!!!”

Husk: “We’re killing him.”

Charlie: “Oooooh these would look GREAT on the hotel web site!”

Vaggie: (horror) “Charlie don’t-“

Charlie: “It can be our new FRIENDSHIP banner image!!”

Husk: (bristling) “My fucking reputation-!”

Charlie: “Annnnd done. Perfect! You two look so CUTE, jumping into each other arms like that.”

Vaggie & Husk: (clinging to each other) “NOOOOOO!!”

Charlie: “Exactly! Awww~”

-late night group chat-

charliesgirl: i hate u

AnnoDickus: Congrats toots <3 felt this whole junk heap shake from that last one <3 <3 <3

charliesgirl: fuck u

charliesgirl: do u want a bath waiting in ur room aftr work

AnnoDickus: unholy shit! was it THAT good????

charliesgirl: u were stiff af running for ur life

charliesgirl: do u even stretch

AnnoDickus: Depends~

FourLettersFluffye: do not fucking ask on what.

AnnoDickus: Dicks mostly <3

AnnoDickus: Store bought is great too btw <3 <3 <3

FourLettersFluffye: answer her fucking question.

charliesgirl: my brain needs a bath aftr every talk with u 2 i stc

AnnoDickus: XD "stc"??

charliesgirl: swer 2 charlie

charliesgirl: evry 1 else can go fuck themself

AnnoDickus: XD XD XD you are SO lesbian for her it's painful XD

FourLettersFluffye: shithead.

FourLettersFLuffy: answer her.

AnnoDickus: Yes pleeeeeeease have a hot bath waiting for me to get wet in aaaaaaaall over again~ after a hot day being wet at work~~~

charliesgirl: bubbles y/n

AnnoDickus: What the fuck kinda bath you having that's got no bubbles?????

charliesgirl: i shower y/n

AnnoDickus: Now that's just SAD

charliesgirl: bubbles roger

charliesgirl: gg

AnnoDickus: To get fucked in the shower~?

charliesgirl: gf cuddles asshol

AnnoDickus: Bet you'd be getting it again if you took /baths/ ;D

charliesgirl: charlie cuddles > sex

charliesgirl: gn

<charliesgirl> has fucked off

AnnoDickus: And with that last bit of bullshit at long last the lesbian was defeated

FourLettersFluffye: she cares. maybe fucking answer that.

AnnoDickus: Excuse you?? i did!!!! i said bubbles!!!!!!

FourLettersFluffye: no you fucking didn't.

AnnoDickus: How is cuddling better than sex anyway. Do ppl cum while cuddling? fuk no you don't!!! more of her <3 bullshit <3

FourLettersFluffye: you're so full of it.

AnnoDickus: could be so full of you instead Mr Husky~

FourLettersFluffye: go the fuck to sleep.

<FourLettersFluffye> has fucked off

AnnoDickus: IM not the one with my secret hug pics posted all over the hotel front page

AnnoDickus: Pussies!!!!

<charliesgirl> is turned on

charliesgirl: hav u thot about being real w/ him for 1 sec

AnnoDickus: THOT LMAO

charliesgirl: guevón

charliesgirl: u changed log in notif

AnnoDickus: Maaaaybe I did toots~<3

charliesgirl: fix. it.

AnnoDickus: Nah <3 <3

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #husk hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #chaggie #incorrect quotes #utter silliness #the only thing worse than having angel dust as a friend is also being actual friends with him #how many memes can i fit in here #hmm #a Lot

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sgiandubh · 3 months ago

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So now Tony is listed as director at all of Cait‘s companies. What do you think about that?

Dear So Now Anon,

What a coincidence (not!) I just answered a very similar Anon sent to @bat-cat-reader, which I suppose is clear enough.

But to make it even clearer (if at all possible) and keeping in mind what I wrote in that post about Persons of Significant Control, let's check a couple of things, shall we? For all the three other companies C owns.

They probably split 50/50 already, which would explain the rather vague 'has significant influence or control'. Why?

Here is why:

The currently available Balance Sheet, covering the period until 31 December 2023 shows there is not much in there. Barely 100 shares (1£/share), about 59K £ assets and 11 K £ of debts. May I remind you a balance sheet covers the company's assets (available funds, including incoming funds), liabilities (debts) and shareholder equity (the company's net worth, which is roughly the result of subtracting liabilities from assets and dividing them by the number of shareholders). The net worth serves to describe what each and every one of those shareholders are entitled to, should the company be liquidated and all its debts paid off. In this case, the retained earnings, which is the figure quoted between brackets (11.292 £) means the company is in debt/in the red.

Now, this is very interesting, Anon. Albeit The Happy Couple ™ are now both appointed officers in this company (and T has been so since October 1st 2024), this company's designated PSC is ... Byron Benirras. And who is Byron Benirras' own designated sole PSC? A certain Caitriona Mary B. That is normal - serious 💷💷is indirectly involved, this time, as we know the bulk of her assets is placed there. Therefore, C has full control and sole ownership of Little Nugget Films, too, via Byron Benirras. Remember (ROFLMAO): a legal person (i.e. a company, in this context) has the same rights and the same obligations/duties as the natural (meaning 'real') person behind it (C).

Let's have a look at financials:

On 31.03.2023, the company's assets were about 2.500 £ only and its liabilities around 17K£. In debt/in the red, too. But a clear will to remain in firm control of things from C's side.

This appears to be a totally, carefully planned move, too - future plans, perhaps?

This company has not two, but three appointed officers, one of which is another specialized service company (perfectly legal, in the UK), in charge of all the secretarial work (perfectly legal, too):

Not one, but two PSCs. Same mechanism as for FMN Drinks UK (see above):

Such a nice, tidy, even split. Why? Heh, indeed: why? Unless...

Let's have a look at the company's balance sheet on 31 March 2023:

Unless you do acquire real estate using your own funds (a very easy cross check with another one of C's companies reveals the exclusive provenance of those funds - sssh!), no mortgage and no bank loan needed. Property that is legally defined as investment property, which means it cannot legally be a home, nor taxed as such:

[Source: https://prosperity-wealth.co.uk/news/before-you-buy-investment-property/]

Now remind me what real estate might have been bought anytime between 31 March 2022 and 31 March 2023 and valued at about 2.120.000 £?

You'd probably be correct to guess this one:

[ For a complete tour of the GLA Taj Mahal's legal intricacies: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/764266729372368897/anon-rebelde-detecto-un-nerviosismo-muy-revelador?source=share]

Let's have a second look and, surely enough...

Some simple maths?

2.292.567 (amounts falling due within one year, which covers the 31.03.2022 -31.03.2023 period) - 2.167.392 (net current liabilities) = 125.175 £ (cash at bank). Roger that. I think there is also a second investment property, bought before 31 March 2022 for 1.6 million pounds and shown as such (valued at cost first, then at its fair value, which is evaluated at 1.9 million pounds, in 2023 - a nice appreciation of the initial investment).

I hope this answers your question, Anon. And given the very long and very emotional day that ended (whew, already?) about four hours ago, I hope I didn't miss something or make any gross mistake. You know how some other Anons can be, don't you?

#anon #fandom #shitshow #business #legal

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yuurei20 · 4 months ago

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Twisted Wonderland 2nd Novel translations (pt2)

(first post has run out of space 💦)

Cafeteria Meeting "Cater is seated next to Riddle. Deuce sits beside him and asks, 'Clover-senpai isn’t with you?'"

Meeting Jamil and Kalim (pt1) "‘Why Jamil, Kalim. I did not expect to see you in the cafeteria.’"

Meeting Jamil and Kalim (pt2) "‘Information gets around quickly.’ ‘We just so happened to hear about it. May we bother you for the details?’ In response to Riddle’s inquiry, Jamil narrows his eyes."

Meeting Jamil and Kalim (pt3) "Jamil waits in silence for the conversation to pause, and then continues once more."

Riddle and Unique Magics "‘It's not something that just anyone can do. But the foundation for unique magic often lies in common, basic spells. A mage takes those spells and combines or improves upon them as needed.'"

Grim's Realization (pt1) "‘Magic that can control other people's movements? Man, if I had a unique magic as convenient as that, I'd be controlling the teachers to make every day a self-study day.’"

Grim's Realization (pt2) "‘…Cay-kun thinks Grim might be on to something here.’"

Ruggie Escape (pt1) "Though Yuuya had been hoping that their last class of the afternoon would somehow never end, today it concluded exactly on time."

Ruggie Escape (pt2) "With everyone situated Cater begins with, ‘Let’s get straight to it. Ruggie-kun, do you know anything about this?’"

Ruggie Escape (pt3) "As Riddle does not know the nature of Ruggie’s unique magic, he will need to make the first move."

Ruggie Escape (pt4) "Ace and Deuce immediately look down at their own breast pockets—their magical pens are gone."

Ruggie Escape (pt5) "They are attracting onlookers, now, who further trip up Grim and the others."

About Riddle (pt1) "‘I kinda envy you though, being able to respect your housewarden like that.’"

About Riddle (pt2) "‘Ah!’ Deuce suddenly exclaims aloud, looking to Yuuya for support."

Riddle and Jack (pt1) "‘You have deduced Ruggie Bucchi’s unique magic?’"

Riddle and Jack (pt2) "The look on Deuce’s face seems to say, 'Now you bring this up, after all of that?’"

Riddle and Jack (pt3) "‘It’s just like Yuu says. You haven’t gotten anywhere, and you’re just going to keep repeating what you've been doing like some kind of moron?’"

Riddle and Jack (pt4) "‘I will keep it brief,’ Riddle continues without the slightest shift in his expression."

Savanaclaw Dorm (pt1) "Ruggie had only intended to pass through the lounge, but he is stopped by Leona calling out to him."

Savanaclaw Dorm (pt2) "Ruggie has always suspected that the sharp contrasts between Leona’s reactions are one of the ways in which he manipulates others."

Savanaclaw Dorm (pt3) "‘Heh. Celebrating already, when you’ve barely got claws in your prey.’"

Morning Jack "‘Hey. I said wake up.’"

The Day of the Tournament (pt1) "'All right! Is everyone here?'"

The Day of the Tournament (pt2) "The march itself was suggested by the chair of the spelldrive tournament management committee, the housewarden of Octavinelle."

The Day of the Tournament (pt3) "Instantly, the auditorium erupts into sound."

The Day of the Tournament (pt4) "’He’s saying that, but both Ace and I have already accepted it.’"

The Day of the Tournament (pt5) "‘Saying he should stop causing so much trouble for his vice-house warden, that kind of stuff.’"

The Day of the Tournament (pt6) "‘I heard that it’s because the housewarden tutors people who are at risk of failing their classes."

To the Festival (pt1) "They descend the long staircase, turn onto Main Street, and suddenly everything is different from what they are used to seeing."

To the Festival (pt2) "Shops line sides of the street, offering colorful foods and goods packed together under white canvas awnings."

Jack and Yuuya "First-year student, Jack, has been selected to play for Savanaclaw."

Meeting Azul (pt1) “'Oh my, is that Jack Howl of Savanaclaw?’"

Meeting Azul (pt2) "‘My name is Azul Ashengrotto, and I am honored to be the housewarden of Octavinelle. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.’"

The Potion (pt1) “‘Attention all visitors of the Night Raven College Interdorm Spelldrive Tournament."

The Potion (pt2) "Ruggie sees nothing wrong with this."

The Stampede (pt1) “‘Ruggie is not in the procession.’"

The Stampede (p2) "Everyone nearby who had been enjoying their day just moments before has joined in the screaming, fleeing in all directions."

The Confrontation (pt1) "Shutting down his unique magic, Ruggie runs towards the tower at the edge of the sports field."

The Confrontation (pt2) "‘Well, well.’ Leona greets Riddle with an exaggerated bow."

The Confrontation (pt3) "‘Points for enthusiasm, but what’s left for you to do?"

The Confrontation (pt4) "‘How. You should have all been caught in that stampede.’"

The Confrontation (pt5) "He straightens his posture even more and raises his voice once again."

The Confrontation (pt6) "‘There is no chance. At all,’ Leona asserts in a clear voice."

Leona's Unique Magic (pt1) "From somewhere comes a low voice. At first Yuuya cannot tell who it is, but looking around him he notices Ruggie, his eyes dark and shimmering."

Leona's Unique Magic (pt2) "Yuuya looks up at the sky in a daze, and then feels something tickle at his ankle. Gently moving sand is pricking at his skin."

Leona Collared "Leona fights to remove the collar by force, his hair whipping about his face in his violent struggle."

Facing down an overblotting Leona, Riddle has a confession to make "Riddle confronts the glowering Leona with determination. ‘I am not mocking you. Leona-senpai. I respected you.’"

Leona and Lilia "Riddle is already looking ahead. He has his regrets and his turmoil, but he still continues on the path of becoming a good housewarden."

Leona and Ruggie, to overblot (pt1) "‘Leona-san, what are you thinking!?’ Ruggie steps in front of Leona. ‘Why would you use your unique magic like this…if you keep going—‘ ‘Why?’ Leona interrupts. 'Obviously, it’s to shut you all up.’"

Leona and Ruggie, to overblot (pt2) "‘Right, Ruggie? I really can't stand people who don't listen. I thought you would've figured that out by now. You're skilled at reading people's moods and selling them flattery, after all.’"

The Transformation "‘It is you who should be silent!’ Lilia shouts."

Cater and Yuuya "'Ruggie is lying nearby. Yuuya wraps one of Ruggie’s arms around his shoulders and Grim attempts to take a share of Ruggie’s weight by grabbing onto his thin waist, but the limp body weighs them down."

Ruggie Wakes Up "Jack's agile wolf body slides across the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and dirtying his fur. Leona gives him a cold, piercing glance."

The Overblot Battle "Columns of sand rise up and advance towards Ruggie and the others, engulfing everything in their path."

Leona and Falena "From the moment I was born, there’s been a boulder on top of me that’s too heavy to move."

Post-Overblot Leona (the flashback monologue) "I grew tired of thinking, so I decided to enroll at Night Raven College, though I had no interest in it. I knew I was just running away from the pain, but my heart felt lighter, nonetheless."

Leona Wakes Up (pt1) "Ignoring Yuuya's attempts to stop him, Grim brings his mouth so close to Leona's ear that they are nearly touching, and takes a deep breath."

Leona Wakes Up (pt2) "‘It is possible that you are not yet thinking clearly. It is wholly understandable that you are still confused’,’ Riddle says, but Leona’s confusion does not have anything to do with the desperate Grim.

Overblot Aftermath (pt1) "'I see… understood.'"

Overblot Aftermath (pt2) Curious about what is afoot, Riddle hurries over to Cater and Trey.

Overblot Aftermath (pt3) Coming Soon

Jack and Leona (pt4) "‘All this messing around. We don’t have time for this!’ Released from Ruggie’s unique magic, Leona rubs against his reddened cheeks and raises his eyes."

Trusting Riddle "In the very front row, Riddle puts a hand to his mouth as he shouts, ‘What are you getting despondent over? Defeat Leona-senpai, beat the crap out of him!’ The normally refined Riddle swings his fist around."

The Exhibition Match (pt1) "The disc passes to Deuce as he races down the side of the field. Deuce is not as skilled as Ace, but he has stamina, and he is fast on his feet. He effortlessly overtakes the grouped players of Yuuya and the others, steadily advancing towards the goal."

The Exhibition Match (pt2) "With a glance for the ghosts who come for him, Leona sharply calls out, ‘Jack!’"

The Exhibition Match (pt3) "Ruggie and Jack rush to Leona, who has fallen to his knees, his hands flat on the ground."

Yuuya Knocked Out Grim is called over, the ghosts are gathered, and Yuuya huddles with Ace and Deuce to set the strategy for their next move.

Cheka (pt1) "‘Unca, I finally found you!’ Something bounces like a ball into the infirmary."

Cheka (pt2) "Cheka looks to Jack with his large, round eyes, only to turn abruptly about and go to hug Leona again."

Cheka (pt3) "'Perhaps realizing that he is being laughed at, Cheka looks around the room with a curious look."

#twstnovel2 #twisted wonderland #twst translations

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ryomku · 9 months ago

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yellow flowers - kamo choso

synopsis: “when a person gives you yellow flowers it means they want to stop wasting time and spend their lives together with you”.

tags: choso x reader, fem! reader, fluff, aged up characters, college au!, no curses au!, use of y/n

a/n: i know nothing of nursing nor am i a nurse student or stuff like that so there might be some mistakes on choso´s career, idk it's like 1am and i'm crying

a/n 2: i’m mostly doing this after the leaks of chapter 259 cause i'm still crying and i need something soft in my life right now, this is based on a real experience, sorry if there's any typos english is not my first language

As someone who has never received flowers their whole life you don't get the appeal of such displays of affection, dads giving flowers to moms, boyfriends giving chocolate to their girlfriends, you just didn't see the need for such things.

In your eyes this was something unnecessary and silly, your parents never showed affection towards each other, in reality the only interactions they had were arguments which always occurred very early in the morning, at the hours where everyone is meant to be asleep and that you couldn't help but overhear.

Since they always talked about you and your problems that don't really exist, they were just looking for an excuse to say what they really think about each other.

As time went by you just didn't pay attention to any of those things, you had a very neutral opinion about flower giving, yet there were people who said, “You're a pretty girl. How come you've never received flowers before?” Genuinely you didn't know what to answer since you don't have low self-esteem and you love yourself the way you are because there's nothing wrong with the way you look or feel, so it was something that could not be answered.

Yet on valentine's day one of your friends gave you and your girl friends some plastic roses as a token of appreciation and it genuinely surprised you because for many years (or your entire life) you've never received gifts on valentine's, it was a nice gesture you though you thought it might be the last time you get a flower.

You were proven wrong.

On September of last year you met Choso Kamo on the bus you took on the way to college he was a nursing student, more specifically a phlebotomy technician, in your life have you ever seen someone so passionate about their career, the way in which he spoke about every detail regarding his classes it was hypnotizing it drew you in, suddenly you became friends and later one he introduced you to his friend group.

Soon enough it was a new year full of new classes, new teachers and the same friend group that had your back.

Time flies fast they say and suddenly it's March 21st and somehow the entire campus is covered in yellow. Wherever you walked there was people selling bouquets of sunflowers and daisies, girls all dolled up in pretty dresses, guys wasting ridiculous amounts of money on flower bouquets or in plushies it was weird something wasn't adding up.

What festivity happens today? The thought flooded your mind, you felt and looked clueless about the things that were happening around, still there's no time to waste cuz classes start soon.

10:00 am

Luckily the philosophy of education class was a free hour since the teacher didn't show up, there were so many things you can do in a free hour like eating, sleeping or just hanging out with friends and forcefully you had to choose the last one, against your own will.

“Heh Y/N could you come real quick to the cafeteria near the med students building?” Was the message that Yuki sent you a couple minutes ago.

In your way to said building more couples hugging and kissing surrounded the entire campus, it was getting too uncomfortable with how intense some of them were kissing in public.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria you spotted your friends quickly noticing two flower bouquets in front of Choso.

“Those flowers must be for his siblings. Didn't know Yuuji liked flowers so much.”

That's what anyone would think because since you met Choso he always spoke highly and dearly of his brothers, they were his entire life and his reason for becoming a nurse aside from his interest in the career.

Seeing how Choso cares about his siblings is another thing added to the mental list of things you like about him. Is there someone out there who doesn't have a crush on him? Cuz you find that hard to believe, just by feeling the way you felt nervous and the butterflies in your belly would be going crazy every time he talks to you.

Liking Choso was inevitable, like a storm or a hurricane, it was just meant to happen.

Liking Choso was something that involuntarily at this point in your head was always his face, his voice and even the small hugs he gave you every morning upon arriving at college.

Liking Choso was unexpected, you always thought that you might never have someone to like in your life since you didn't want to end up like your parents, living in an unhappy marriage full of arguments and sadness.

Liking Choso makes you feel human.

‘’Hi Y/N! What took you so long?’’ said Yuki as she moved her backpack to give you space to sit down next to her.

‘’Stupid philosophy teacher didn’t even send a message in time and had us waiting like idiots outside of his classroom.’’ You said as you sat down beside your blonde friend.

‘’Y/N here you go.’’ Gojo (your other friend) handed you a package of cookies.

‘’Why are you giving me cookies?’’ As you ask you gave him and Geto (who was handing you a bag of candies) a pointed look.

‘’Just cuz we want to and because you’re a good friend and we appreciate you.’’ Weirded out you accepted the gifts.

As you turned to put the gifts in your bag they drifted off to a conversation with Shoko, Nanami and Haibara though your attention was caught by the flowers displayed on the tablet in front of Choso the curiosity was eating you up.

Somehow Choso was a lot quieter than usual, which is fair enough he is really quiet and only gives his opinion or joins the conversation when he feels like it yet today not only was he quiet, he seemed uncomfortable and it was very clear, his facial expressions gave it away.

Suddenly Yuki stands up and walks behind Choso grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand towards one of the flower bouquets, in unison the rest of your friend group starts laughing while Gojo being the menace he is, starts recording everything.

‘’Come on man we all know you are a coward and if we don’t help you’re never gonna give her the flowers.’’ Said Yuki while laughing and giving you a smirk.

‘’Hold o-on Yuki! I don’t wanna do it with a-all of you here!!’’ Choso started to pull his hand away from the flowers all while his face gained a red hue and stuttered.

You gave all of them a questioning look. Choso was gonna give someone flowers? Did he like someone? If so, who was it? Was it a friend of yours? Or was it someone you don’t know of?

Questions filled your head as a sudden feeling of uneasiness gained a hold of your heart, it was kinda stupid that you thought someone like Choso might like you back, you hated the attitude you had with people, sometimes you would come off as rude or at worst having a potty mouth which you only spoke like that with close friend, Choso being one of them, probably your carefree attitude and shity mouth drove him away or he generally just didn’t like you as a person.

Maybe he never noticed you at all.

It only hurts because you thought he might like you due to the shyness he had around you which you liked a lot, even your friends would tease you both, while it made you giddy inside you never really knew if Choso felt the same way.

Now that you think about it the teasing started with Geto and Haibara saying Choso wanted to take you out to the movies, that never happened, the only reaction you both had was pure laughter.

You were so out of it drowning in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Choso grabbing the flowers and standing in front of you, flowers in hand and a blush on his tattooed face while he handed you the flowers.

‘’These are for you Y/N I hope you like them.’’ He gave you the flowers while looking away.

That made you snap out of it.

Choso, he gave you yellow flowers.

HE GAVE YOU FLOWERS!!

Choso’s face was a poem, truely. You looked so shocked, that he started to question if buying you flowers was a good idea.

Did you not like them?

Were the flowers too simple?

The thought of you rejecting him crossed his head. What was he going to do if you rejected him? It was going to be so embarrassing, he was gonna be rejected in front of the whole cafeteria, that only increased his anxiety.

Suddenly his ears were blessed with your soft laughter, his heart fluttered.

Your beautiful smile, the soft laughter and the cute blush in your cheeks made the anxiety go away, then he saw the most in love look in your eyes. Oh, how he loved your eyes, he could get lost in them for hours.

He felt a pair of arms around his neck in a warm embrace, all he could hear was a soft whisper.

‘’Thank you, Choso.’’

His arms circled around your waist holding you in a gentle hug, his warm hands rubbing circles, he didn’t even notice that he no longer had the flowers in his hands.

‘’Y/N I like you.’’ His smooth and deep voice whispered in your ear, the warmth in your cheeks increased.

‘’I like you too Choso.’’

They say that when a person gives you yellow flowers it means they want to stop wasting time and spend their lives together with you, and Choso knew since the moment he saw you that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso x you #fluff #jjk x reader

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shomixremix · 11 months ago

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Hiii! >~< could you make march 8th head canons (what genshin men do on womens day as ur bf!) fluff! sorry English isn’t my first language but I looove your work! This is my first request I’m so nervous ^_^ !! 🌸🌸🌸

If you have time to do this could you add Kaveh, Xiao , Wanderer and Diluc? Thank you in advance <333

International women's day with them ♡︎

hii anon!! don't be nervous, you can always request anything, lovely ♡︎ thank you sm for your request!!

and english isn't my first language too hehe

also i'm so sorry if this doesn't sound like him, i'm not really used to writing for wanderer😭😭

tags: kaveh, xiao, wanderer, diluc, female!reader, fluff, implied smut (yet nothing described), kissing, international women's day, feministic themes

-> of course, your boyfriend should treat you like a goddess everyday, yet there's that one special day every march where he shows his favorite woman a special kind of treatment.

reqs open ♡︎

-> kaveh

"hi, my love!" your blonde lover chirped as you blinked your eyes open. where were you? what's happening?

"mh.. kaveh?" you ask sleepily, rubbing your eyes while you yawn, still half asleep. you can't even think before a bouquet of sumeru roses is shoved in your face.

"happy 8th of march, baby! flowers for my beautiful flower~" he teased cheesily, and you softly laugh. your arms drape around his neck, bringing him closer.

"you're so corny," you chuckle again, eyelids half-open, "but thank you"

"heh, you still love me" he smiles wide, pressing a warm peck on the tip of your nose. "c'mon now, get up, baby. we're going out today"

your eyes flutter wide open, your mouth a little agape. "out? but, don't you have work? you've spent all week complaining about that client.."

"i can take a day off" he mumbles, kissing you again. "it's been so long since I last took you on a date, anyway. now's the perfect time, hm? so come on, get up! we got a whole day's worth of dates!"

he pulls the covers of your shared bed impatiently, trying to get you to get up as fast as possible. the architect grabs your legs, dragging you out from the soft bed.

"noo, kaveh..", you try to protest, "what kinda guy are you if you don't wanna let me sleep on women's day?!"

"the kinda guy who loves his girlfriend and wants to spend time with her! now, c'mon!"

-> xiao

as an adeptus, xiao has lived long and has seen many things change over the years. one of those things are different holidays and celebrations amongs the mortals.

do not get him wrong - he absolutely agrees that all different genders should have equal rights, why wouldn't they? he's a big supporter, he even participated in marches and fights himself! he just didn't get the whole deal with flowers and chocolates.

weren't those kinds of things reserved for another confusing mortal ritual, called "valentine's day" or something?

however, all that changed once he started dating you. suddenly, he realized that kind of attention was important to you and he wanted to give it to you. he wanted you to feel loved and wanted and seen, no matter how much he didn't understand human customs.

"xiao?" you ask a little stunned as the adeptus appears before you with a Qingxin flower in his hand. "what's.. what's going on?"

"for you", he simply regards, giving you the beautiful flower, "i wish you a very joyous women's freedom day"

"aww, xiao, thank you, you shouldn't have!" you press a soft kiss on his cheek, and you could practically feel him blush.

"i simply wanted to express my gratitude and sympathy for you" he slowly continues, clearing his throat.

"this day is a celebration of the female gender, is it not? it's only right i celebrate the most important important woman in my life"

you simply melt at his words, throwing your arms around him in a warm hug. he was the most important man in your life, too.

-> wanderer

"here" he muttered, hiding his face away from you as he shoved some hand-picked flowers in your face.

"what's.. this? are you okay, hon?"

he blushed furiously as the petname rolls of your tounge, getting more and more embaressed by the second. he so badly wanted to yell at you not to call him that, yet he swallowed his words for the ocassion.

"i'm fine" he coldly said, his gaze still away from you.

"and those are flowers. flowers, for you."

"for me?" you repeat back in shock, unsure how to react to your boyfriend's sudden display of affection. he never before did something like this, so your confusion was more than understandable.

"for women's day" his usually cold voice had a slightly embaressed tone in it, which cought you off guard. "and you are a woman, so it was only logical. if you don't want them-"

"no, no!" you protest immediately, taking the flowers from his hand eagerly.

"i love them! they are so beautiful! thank you.."

you softly kiss his cheek, making him blush. he says nothing, yet he silently tangles his fingers with yours, holding your hand as the two of you stroll away.

-> diluc

"diluc? love, aren't you going to angel's share? what are you still doing home?"

you softly ask your fiancé as you decend down the stairs of the dawn winery. you're still in your nightgown, hair a little dishvelled, eyes still a little puffy. he smiles at the image of his beautiful future wife, in disbelief that he was the one to put that shiny ring on your finger.

"no, not today, my dear. i took today off to spend time with you. it is a special ocassion, after all"

"oh? a special ocasion? what are we celebrating?"

he smiles softly, looking at you with pure adoration: "it's women's day, darling. it's only right to spend my day with a woman important to me. and who could be more important than my future wife?"

your eyes lit up in excitement as you make your way down, taking his hand he held out for you. "really? we get the whole day for ourselves?"

"mhm", he hummed in agreement, grabbing you closer.

"well, i have presents first, but yeah. i thought we could go for a walk along the starfell lake... if you're not up for that, you know i don't mind staying home all day"

"presents? you really shouldn't have, diluc.." you softly chuckle in awe as you look around the large living room, noticing the many flowers and a few boxes of what looks like jewelery and sweets.

"what can i say? i love spoiling my future wife"

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iris-drawing-stuff · 11 months ago

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Yeah! Danganronpa Amane! Looking at the DR wiki all the Lil Ultimate titles all seem to correspond to a class subject (Lil Ultimate Homeroom, Social Studies etc.), so I made her the Lil Ultimate Faith studies.

I'm picturing her as the blackened of a case. I think she'll really kill (heh) at that role. Especially since my favorite Amane moments are when snaps (like when she attacked Es with scissors).

I also made a pointing sprite for Mikoto.

I used the cult's symbol from Magic and the balloon in Purge March for her school symbol. Here's the symbols (you can use it if you want)

#milgram #mikoto kayano #milgram fanart #amane momose #iris draws #danganronpa au #I think the more common name of this class would be religious studies (I've never been to a religious school)#but faith sounded better in my head #i should draw amane more she's like my 3rd favorite #2nd is muu and first is mikoto if you're wondering #she's killing shidou btw #does mikoto's pointing sprite look too similar to kaede's?#im not sure #i did use her fist as a reference (im bad with hands)#Also i saw a recording of the hallucination live event's purge march and i love how angry she sounds at the end #amane's rage is truly what made me become an amane fan

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razorblade180 · 8 months ago

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Stelle:Do you think 50 tickets is enough?

Caelus:Nope but it’s worth a shot. *spends tickets*

Ticket Glitch

Stelle:Hell yeah!

Caelus:We still have to win this!

Stelle:I went on multiple dates with Firefly and we had a wonderful time. Of course she-

Clara: *walks out* Hello again.

Stelle:…

Caelus:Hi Clara. *picks her up* How’s your day going? It’s gotta be difficult being an ambitious, fair haired Destruction lass.

Clara:I’m okay. Big sis though looks a little pale.

Caelus:She’ll be okay. *puts her down* We have to stay here for a bit, so you go on ahead.

Clara:Okay! I wanted to talk to Himeko about some projects anyway. Now seems like a good time. *walks off*

Caelus:Our luck had to run out eventually.

Stelle:But why when I want something!?

Caelus:The universe smelled desperation. * pulls out 70 tickets*

Stelle:What!? When did-

Caelus:We’ve never used a top up bonus. *spends tickets* Losing was never an option.

Firefly:*walks out* H-

Stelle:Fireflyyyyyy!!!!!! *hugs her* Caelus! You’re awesome!

Firefly*red* Oh! Heh, th-this is nice. I missed you both too. *hugs back*

Caelus:*hugs them both* All is right in the world. At least for now…*turns head*

Yanqing & March: *waiting for Yunli*

#honkai star rail #hsr stelle #hsr firefly #hsr caelus #hsr clara #hsr yanqing #hsr march 7th #caefly #stellfly

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months ago

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Crossed Wires 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: silverfox!Andy Barber, Cole Turner

Summary: you try to balance your work with your private life as your boss and a new client try to blur the lines. (short!reader)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Cole sighs over his own insulated mug. You want to strangle him already. Does he have to moan with each sip?

“Mm, coffee,” he pops his wet lips as he sits back, reaching to adjust the passenger seat, “medicine.”

“Advil, that’s real medicine, there’s some in the compartment,” you say dully.

“Oh shoot, you’re a life saver, Ma was all out.”

He clunks the cup into the plastic holder by the console and unclasps the glove compartment. He shakes the bottle in triumph and your fingers tighten on the wheel. He’s like a kid sometimes, though you’ve heard a few compare him to a puppy. You don’t find the latter very apt; puppies are cute.

“Odinson say what the problem was?” You ask.

“The back up generator. He’s having some party but the old thing keeps clanking,” Cole explains, “he didn’t say too much about it. He was more into the shindig. Sounds like a good time.”

You arch a brow. Shindig.

You drive on. You know it’s going to be tedious job, especially with your boss around. You hate that he insisted. You can handle it on your own. He knows that. In fact, you’re better off without him. You’re only concern is that he gets his wires straight.

The Odinson hotel greets you in all its resplendence. You park and finish the dregs of your lukewarm coffee. You hop out and grab your bag out of the back as Cole tangles his arm in the seatbelt trying to get out. Lord help you.

You hike up your bag and take his, marching around to shove it against him. He thanks you and his hands brush yours as he accepts it. You refrain from shaking your head.

“Come on, no time to waste.”

You sidestep him and he lingers for a moment, as if he’d expected something more. He’s strange. You’re used to it but you still notice.

He jogs to catch up with you and you approach the front doors together. He yelps as Thor bursts through them but you don’t flinch. As often as you’ve dealt with the boisterous man, you expect it. He’s loud and bold. If Cole is a puppy, he’s a full grown labrador.

“There you are. And you brought the lady,” Thor nods in your direction, “excellent. Never bad to have an extra set of hands. Especially such pretty ones.”

You could scoff. Your nails are cut short and neat, your fingers marred by callouses and cuts, and your skin to dry for comfort. You stare as Cole stutters awkward.

“Uh, m-morning, Thor,” he greets.

“Ah, still recovering?” Thor challenges and comes up next to Cole, clapping his back so he squeaks. “I told you not to challenge me.”

“Huh, yeah, well...”

You don’t ask. You don’t care.

“We had a bit of a drinking contest last night, lady. You should have been there. Did he not mention that I valiantly carried him home?”

You could snort. You don’t, but you could. You glance over.

“Sounds irresponsible.”

Thor laughs as he opens the door and beckons you both through. They let you ahead. You always hated that practice. You’re fine following them.

“Ha, I like this one,” he declares, “she is honest.”

“Heh, yeahhh,” Cole drags out the word nervously. “Very.”

“Anyhow, I have much work to do. The party will be here before we know it,” Thor declares and goes ahead of you to lead you.

You follow him down the narrow stairway near the rear of the hotel with Cole at your back. He’s closer than your like, just on the step behind you. Once more his hand brushes yours as he gets a bit too eager near the bottom and knocks into you from behind. You let out a growl.

You pass the laundries where you previously rewired a few machines and carry on to the electric room. Thor flips on the crackling light, revealing a row of generators in varying condition. He steps up to the most ragged and taps it with his knuckles.

“This one has been talking,” he explains. “Rather loudly. I think it is a cry for help.”

You step forward without hesitation. Cole stands back as you reach into your bag and grab your multitool. You swiftly unscrew the control panel and look inside. Your examination is thorough as you slip behind to flash a light through the slatted venting there.

“Ah, yes, she is small. She fits where you cannot,” Thor comments.

“Uh, sure,” Cole agrees.

“Anyhow, this party,” Thor intones, “are you coming? There will be lots of pretty girls.”

“Oh, well...” Cole hesitates. You don’t know why. He’s a horrid flirt but brazen regardless. And a romantic to boot. He’s the type to bore you to death with his fairytale fantasies. “Maybe.”

“You will come,” Thor insists, “I know you will. And lady,” Thor raises his voice, “of course the invitation extends to you as well.”

“Mm, not much into parties,” you grumble as you poke your head out. “It smells like burning toast.”

“Perhaps the kitchen...” Thor suggests.

“You didn’t mention the burning smell. I need to shut this down, now. The switch will reroute to the others but the problem isn’t the back up. It’s this one. It needs a replacement.”

“The others will hold?”

“For a time,” you go back to the control panel and fiddle inside. “Tell the cleaner not to run the washers and dryers at the same time for now.”

“Right,” Thor agrees grimly. “Can we have the new one by the party?”

“Certainly can. Get Cole the money and I’ll pick up a generator today.”

“Today?” They echo in unison.

“They got an overstock place in the city. I’ll get one there,” you pause as the generator putters out as you shut it down.

“Yeah, we’ll go get a new one and invoice you,” Cole adds.

“We?” You screw the panel back on.

“Yeah, it’ll be big, right?” He smiles.

You look at him, “I have a dolly.”

“I could use the drive. Clear out the cobwebs,” he turns to Thor and offers his hand, “I’ll send over the paperwork.”

“You’re a fine man, Turner,” Thor shakes his hand. “But you leave all the behind for the party. It’s going to get wild.”

#cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #cole turner x reader #series #andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #drabble #backwoods #crossed wires #ghosted #au #defending jacob

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 7 months ago

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Never Fade Away-Firefly X Reader

I am done using my writing for good. Now I am going to use it for evil.

A Special Thanks To @tragedy-of-commons , For The Encouragement. You Will All Suffer Because Of It.

The Stellaron Hunters could only watch helplessly from afar as you marched across the desert plain and to the Emanator who stood on the horizon, a wall of flame turning the sand around it to molten glass.

Then, with every step you took it began to snow, and then… hail.

Soon, all that was visible to them was the flame and the glowing blue ice.

And with every second that passed, the pit in Firefly’s stomach grew deeper and deeper.

She was the only one aside from Elio who knew who you were, how you fought, and what you were.

And that knowledge was truly painful to bear.

To know that in order for someone to protect you, they have to sacrifice something irreplaceable.

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“Now then, shall we see who will reign triumphant? The Ice Of Fuli, or The Flames Of Nanook?” you asked as you held the emanator’s flaming blade back with an ice covered left hand as you held you right to the side, a blade of ice forming in your palm before you sent the blade of the Lord Ravager to the side and attempted to counter by cutting their head clean off.

Unfortunately, the Emanator Of Destruction avoided the blow and jumped away with a smile.

“You’re eager to get this over with aren’t you!?” the lord ravage shouted with a laugh.

“Every blade I make is forged from a precious, irreplaceable memory…” you muttered as you held your sword aloft, pointing it at the Emanator Of Destruction.

Then, you swung it to the side, sending a wave of freezing cold wind flying towards the Ravager’s left arm.

The Lord Ravager screamed in fury and pain as its frozen arm fell to the ground, cut cleanly off at the elbow.

“And with every blade I craft, those memories are eternally lost to me. That is the price I pay as an Emanator of Remembrance. That is the price I pay to fight for those I love.” you declared as blades of ice the size of entire space stations fell from the sky.

Only to be countered by an explosive wave of flame from the Lord Ravager as it spoke.

“Heh, then I can see why you're so hasty to end this. I hope I’ll be able to kill you before you fade away.”

The time for words was over.

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For six nights and seven days the battle raged upon the desert plains as ice was pit against flame and emanator clashed against emanator. One fighting to ensure that those they love do not become memories, the other fighting without a cause beyond wanton destruction.

Storms tore across the landscape as shockwaves from the blows shook the planet to its core.

What little life lived on the surface of that desert was burned away or frozen and then shattered, turning the already inhospitable desert into nothing more than a blasted hellscape.

But, inevitably, it did come to an end.

And the first person on the scene was Firefly.

Desperate to find you, to make sure you were okay.

But you weren’t.

She knew that much when she looked into your eyes as your body began to freeze.

She knew that when you asked her a question you had asked her before.

“Please, whoever you are. I beg of you, please promise me… that you’ll never let me fade away.” you asked of her as Fuli’s power and favor was drawn out of you, your blood freezing, organs stopping, and body slowly turning to ice.

You knew it was a selfish request.

You knew you would fade away from their memories like an early morning fog.

You knew that, come tomorrow, the only ones who would remember you would be the memokeepers.

But you still asked her, this… familiar stranger to remember you.

And all Firefly could do, in response to this, was to choke back the sob at the back of her throat and tell you that she would.

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Every time Firefly looked at the door, she could feel ice form in her veins.

It was the same feeling she got when she looked at the one extra mug in the cabinets that no one ever used.

It was the same feeling she got when she wondered why she had clothes that weren’t hers in her closet.

It was the same feeling she got when SAM reminded her about a day that she had no idea why she had set a reminder for.

It was the same feeling she got when she saw Kafka’s cat lay in the one extra seat that no one ever sat in.

She wanted to open the door.

She really did.

But… she couldn’t.

Just like how everyone wouldn’t say anything about the room, or the mug, or the seat, she couldn’t bring herself to mention it.

All she could do was sit there, looking at the door, feeling the ice in her blood grow colder and colder as faded and forgotten memories pricked at the back of her head until she began to cry for a reason she could never figure out.

All she could do was wonder what was behind the door.

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Blade looked at the drawer with a conflicted expression.

“So then Bladie, what are you going to do?” Kafka asked as she stood in the doorway.

“I… do not know.” the swordsman responded simply as he continued to look at the drawer, ice slowly encasing his soul and the many memories that he had long forgotten trying to bring themselves back from the dead.

“Neither do I.” Kafka muttered.

“Was this not in Elio’s script?” Blade asked gruffly.

“It was.” Kafka answered.

“Was?” Blade muttered.

“It was erased, all of it. Everything pertaining to whoever left whatever is in that drawer in your hands is simply gone.” Kafka answered simply.

“I see…” the swordsman muttered.

“So then Bladie, any smart ideas?” Kafka asked as she crossed her arms.

“None. All I know is who the box was for.” Blade answered.

“A Box?” Kafka asked, surprised.

“A small black box was left in my care until the day came for it to be given to Firefly. That is all I remember.” Blade muttered.

“A small…” Kafka went silent as the gears turned in her head.

Then she spoke, her voice taking on a tone filled with sadness.

“Oh…”

“Correct.” Blade declared as he forced his body to fight the cold that had enveloped him so he could reach for the drawer to open it, revealing a box that was the perfect size to hold a ring inside of it.

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The Morning After | Sebastian Sallow x OC #42

i stayed up way too late writing this last night

i didn't have this chapter pre-planned in the plot, but after reading comments on the last chapter, i think it only makes sense to include a bit more about what happened the morning after the ball :) i hope y'all enjoy heh (fr im so tired so i hope this is good)

Summary: Sebastian and Evangeline wake up together and share a few intimate revelations.

Words: ~7,100

Tags: Not-Quite-Dating, Will They Won't They, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Longing, Unspoken Feelings, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Idiots in Love, Soft Moments, Mentions of Smut, Sebastian is a SIMP

Timeline: Late March

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Sebastian woke to warmth pressed against his side that sent a wave of disorientation through him. His eyelids felt heavy, the familiar dim glow of the Undercroft around him grounding him as he blinked awake. Then it hit him—the weight draped over his chest, the quiet, rhythmic sound of her breathing.

Evangeline.

She was still asleep, curled against him like she belonged there. The events of the night before came rushing back: the Equinox Ball, her radiant figure in that green dress, the way her laughter had lit up the room. And later, the kiss on his cheek, her whispered words about how she wouldn’t have wanted to go with anyone else. His chest tightened at the memory.

He exhaled quietly, careful not to disturb her. The last thing he wanted was to move and ruin this—this perfect moment where she was still here, still pressed against him, so close he could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her pajamas. His arm was draped over her waist, his hand resting precariously close to her ass. He realized he must have pulled her closer in his sleep, and now he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

She smelled faintly of her perfume, her hair spilling across the pillow and brushing his neck. Her long, dark lashes rested against her cheeks, her expression softer than he was used to seeing. No fire, no teasing smirk, just Evangeline as she was—beautiful and unguarded. His gaze lingered on her lips, slightly parted, and he swallowed hard, trying to look away.

But it was impossible not to notice everything about her. The camisole she wore had slipped slightly, the thin strap hanging loosely off her shoulder. Her skin looked so soft in the dim light, and his fingers itched to touch her, to see if her skin was as smooth as it looked.

It wasn't just her shoulder, though. Every part of her was impossibly soft, from the slight swell of her stomach that she always seemed intent on hiding, to the curve of her thighs, to the fullness of her chest pressed against his side. His mind wandered to the way her dress had clung to her last night, perfectly hugging every part of her she seemed so self-conscious about. She had spent the entire evening fidgeting with the fabric, tugging at it as though it wasn't doing exactly what it should: showing her off.

And Merlin, did she have to wear those pajamas? The camisole was thin and barely there, the shorts loose but short enough that they left very little to his imagination. Not that his imagination needed much help, especially not when she was lying so close.

His arm tightened just slightly around her waist, his hand brushing the curve of her hip, and he froze, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as desire surged through him, pooling between his legs.

She was everything he didn’t quite have and yet, she was all he'd ever wanted. Her softness drove him mad, the gentle dips and curves of her body that she tried so hard to downplay. Didn't she know how maddeningly beautiful she was? Didn't she know how good she looked, how good she would feel under his hands, under him?

The thought sent heat racing through him, and he cursed himself silently, trying to will it away. But it was impossible not to think about it. She was right here. He thought about how perfectly she fit against him, how easily she seemed to melt into his side, and he couldn't stop his mind from wandering—wondering how she would feel if he pinned her beneath him, if her hands tangled in his hair, if she arched up into him, her body yielding completely to his.

His stomach tightened painfully, and he let out a quiet, shaky breathe, reminding himself that she was his best friend; his Evangeline. The same Evangeline who trusted him enough to fall asleep beside him like this, her guard completely down.

But she wasn't just his best friend, was she? Not anymore. Not after what happened in the Prefect’s bathroom.

His chest tightened at the memory, heat flooding his veins as he recalled the moment she’d slid out of the steaming bath and onto the tile behind him. He'd imagined her skin flushed from the heat, her dark hair damp and sticking to her shoulders, and her hands—Merlin, her hands—had been in his hair. He’d been so acutely aware of every brush of her fingers, every shift of her body against his back, the soft press of her thighs against his shoulders.

He’d told himself it wasn’t anything—it was just two friends sharing a moment of comfort after a long day. But deep down... he’d known that it was something more. And so had she.

Then there was last night, where she’d looked like she belonged in another world entirely. That dress, that laugh, the way her eyes had lingered on him like he was the only one in the room. The way his heart had thundered when she'd leaned in close, the faint brush of her lips against his cheek setting every nerve in his body alight. And certainly not with the way she felt now, utterly irresistible in his arms.

He clenched his jaw, forcing his eyes shut. This was torture—sweet, exquisite torture.

And she had no idea, did she? No idea how deeply she’d undone him over the past two years, how every laugh, every touch, every look had burned into him.

But then she shifted slightly, her arm brushing his chest as she murmured something in her sleep. Sebastian’s stomach tightened, desire flaring low in his body. For Merlin’s sake, he needed to think about something else—anything else—or he was going to lose his mind.

Sebastian sighed and tried to shift his focus. He counted the faint, flickering light from the braziers in the Undercroft, let his eyes wander to the familiar stone walls, tried to think of anything other than how good she felt curled into him. But it was no use. Every breath she took, every soft sound she made, pulled his attention right back to her.

And Merlin help him, she moved again.

Just a small shift, her legs brushing his as she tucked herself closer, her nose burying slightly into his chest. He felt her hips press more firmly against him, and he stiffened, every nerve in his body screaming at him to stay still.

But then he heard it. A soft hum escaping her lips as she blinked her eyes open, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. She shifted her head, tilting her face up toward him, and when her gaze met his, the world seemed to stop.

"Sebastian?" Her voice was soft and groggy, her brows furrowing slightly as she took him in. "You're awake already?"

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to return her smile despite the heat still coursing through his veins. "Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice lower than he intended. "Sleep well?"

She nodded, her smile growing as she stretched slightly, her body pressing against his in ways that made him want to groan. She didn't seem to notice—or if she did, she didn't say anything. "I did. You make a decent pillow."

Sebastian huffed out a quiet laugh, though his mind was reeling. He tried to focus on her words, on anything other than the fact that her body was positioned so intimately against him, her scent enveloping him and driving him to distraction.

"You're staring," she said, her tone teasing but her cheeks flushing faintly.

"Can you blame me?" The words slipped out before Sebastian could stop them, and her eyes widened slightly. "I mean-" He cleared his throat, trying to backtrack. "You, uh, look different when you're not threatening to hex me."

Her laugh was quiet but genuine, and it sent a rush of warmth through him. "Different how?"

Sebastian hesitated, his mind scrambling for an answer that wouldn’t reveal the absolute mess of feelings currently overwhelming him.

“Just… relaxed, softer,” he said finally. His eyes flicked over her face, drinking in every detail. “Not that you don’t always look good—because you do. It’s just… different when you’re not smirking at me like you’re plotting my demise.”

Her cheeks darkened at the compliment, but she didn’t look away. Instead, her lips quirked into a faint smile, and she tilted her head. “That’s because I’m too tired to plot anything right now. Give me a few hours.”

He smirked, grateful for the teasing, but it did little to distract him from how she seemed to be studying him, her hazel eyes searching his face like she was trying to read his mind. He held his breath, unsure of what she might find, unsure if she could see the raw longing that he was barely keeping in check. Then, to his relief—and slight frustration—she dropped her gaze, her fingers idly playing with the edge of her camisole strap.

Sebastian’s eyes followed her fingers, his own fingers itching to follow. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull the strap back up, shielding the creamy skin of her shoulder and collarbone from his view, or if he wanted to give in to the darker temptation to pull it down further, to reveal the soft, tantalizing curves he’d only ever dared to imagine.

And oh, how he’d imagined.

It wasn’t just last night, though her dress had left so little to the imagination that his thoughts had been impossible to control. No, he’d spent years wondering, picturing what she might look like beneath her robes or a gown like that. Not that he’d ever dared to stare (at least, not so conspicuously), but he wasn’t blind. He couldn’t be around her without noticing how round her hips were, how squishable her ass looked, how generous her breasts were.

His gaze dipped lower, drawn almost against his will to the cleavage dipping into her camisole. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his heart hammering in his chest.

What would they feel like? His mind betrayed him with the question. What would her breasts feel like in his hands? They looked so soft, so full—how far would they spread out beyond his palms? Would her skin feel as warm and smooth as he imagined?

A sharp pulse of heat shot through him again, and he had to shift slightly, turning his hips away from her to hide the growing evidence of his reaction. He bit the inside of his cheek hard, trying to focus on something else. Grindylows... detention... bubotuber pus...

"Sebastian?" Her voice jolted him back to the present, and he blinked, his gaze snapping to her face. She was looking at him curiously, her head tilted slightly.

“Hm?” he managed, his voice hoarse.

“You’re being quiet,” she said, her brow arching slightly. “Usually, you’d be running your mouth by now.”

“Just tired,” he said quickly, forcing a lopsided grin. “You kept me awake all night, y’know.”

Her brow furrowed, and she gave him an incredulous look. “What?” she said, scoffing as she propped herself up slightly on one elbow. “How?! I don’t snore.”

“You’re right,” he said, his grin widening as he latched onto the distraction. “You don’t snore. But you do talk in your sleep.”

Her eyes widened. “I do not!” she protested, her voice indignant but laced with a hint of nervous laughter. “You’re making that up.”

“Oh, I wish I were,” Sebastian teased, his grin turning devilish as he leaned back slightly, enjoying the way she flustered so easily. “You were mumbling all sorts of things. Something about cauldrons… and maybe a Hippogriff? Honestly, it was hard to remember. You were rambling.”

She gasped, her mouth dropping open in outrage as she swatted at his chest. “Liar! I do not talk about cauldrons in my sleep.”

“And how exactly would you know?” he countered, his tone light and teasing. “Next time, I’ll have to take notes.”

Her laughter faded and she flopped back down beside him, her head resting on the pillow as she turned to face him again. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, and her expression softened, the teasing glint in her eyes replaced by something quieter, more contemplative.

“Do I really talk in my sleep?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost shy.

Sebastian hesitated for a beat, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. He could have kept teasing her, but something about the way she looked at him—her eyes wide and curious, her face just inches from his—made him want to be honest.

“Not last night,” he admitted finally. “You do sometimes, but I really don’t mind at all. It’s… you have a nice voice, even if you’re mumbling about cauldrons.”

Sebastian watched as her cheeks flushed deeper, the soft pink spreading all the way to her ears. She didn’t respond immediately, her gaze flickering downward as if she was too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

He thought she might let the conversation drop, but then, after a moment, she glanced up at him again, her expression almost shy.

“Did… any of the other girls you’ve spent the night with talk in their sleep?” she asked quietly.

The question caught him completely off guard. His chest tightened, and for a brief, panicked moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

Eventually, he let out a soft sigh, his voice lower when he finally spoke. “Honestly? I rarely stayed the night with anyone,” he told her, his brow furrowing slightly as he met her gaze. “It only happened a few times, and even then, I was usually so passed out I wouldn’t have noticed if they’d recited the entire potions textbook in their sleep.”

He tried for a small, self-deprecating smirk, but the truth of it weighed heavier than he’d expected. “And I didn’t… stick around in the mornings, either. I didn’t exactly care enough to.”

Evangeline didn’t respond immediately, and that silence was somehow worse than her saying something judgmental or dismissive. Instead, she just looked at him, her hazel eyes narrowed as though she was weighing his words. Her expression was unreadable, and it set his nerves on edge. What was she thinking? Was she disappointed? He hated not knowing.

“What about you?” he asked abruptly, his voice laced with a nervous edge he tried to mask. “Did Alaric or Lysander or… anyone else you might have been with have any silly sleeping habits? Snoring, kicking in their sleep…?”

The question slipped out before he could stop himself, and the moment the words were out, he regretted them. Just the thought of her being with someone else sent a sharp, bitter twist through his stomach, and he couldn’t quite mask the tension in his voice.

Evangeline blinked at him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then her expression softened, and she tilted her head slightly, studying him. “Sebastian I… I’ve never spent the night with anyone else.”

He stared at her, trying to process what she’d just said, the implications swirling in his mind. No Alaric, no Lysander, no nameless faces to torment his imagination. No one else. No one had ever held her like this, seen her like this, woken up next to her like this. Just… him.

“Really?” he blurted.

Evangeline’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and she looked away, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the pillow. “Don’t let it go to your head or something.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly, though he knew he absolutely was. He just… hadn’t expected that. He didn’t know what he expected her to say, but it wasn’t that.

A rush of emotions swept through him—relief, pride, possessiveness. And, beneath it all, the overwhelming realization that she had chosen to share this with him. That she trusted him enough to admit it.

“I just—” He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “I guess I just assumed…”

Evangeline swallowed hard, clearly flustered by the direction the conversation had taken. Her fingers twisted in the edge of the pillowcase, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I mean… when I was with Alaric,” she began, her words slow and deliberate, “I did… spend time at his flat in the evenings. And yes, we were… intimate. Not all the way of course.” She paused, her gaze flickering to him briefly before she looked away again, clearly uneasy. “But I never stayed over. Not once.”

Sebastian felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He already knew—or at least, he’d always assumed—that she’d been with Alaric in that way. It wasn’t as though it was a secret, and it wasn’t like he had any right to feel hurt about it. He’d been snogging half the girls in school while she’d been with Alaric, for Merlin’s sake. He wasn’t exactly one to throw stones.

And yet, hearing her say it, hearing her admit it aloud, still hurt. It was a dull, aching kind of pain, low in his chest, a mix of jealousy and something else he couldn’t quite name. He forced himself to breathe, to push past the initial wave of emotion and focus on what she was actually saying.

Because she wasn’t saying it to hurt him. If anything, the way her voice wavered slightly, the way she avoided his gaze, made it clear that this wasn’t easy for her to admit. She wasn’t being petty or vindictive—she was just… being honest. And he had no right to fault her for that. Not when he’d been anything but perfect himself.

He nodded slowly, his throat tight. “And… what was it like?” The words slipped out before he could stop them, quiet but steady. His throat tightened as he realized what he’d said, but he didn’t backtrack. “With Alaric, I mean. When you were together.”

Evangeline froze, her eyes snapping up to meet his, wide and startled. Her flush deepened to a vivid red, and she blinked at him like she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly.

Sebastian winced inwardly, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the question back. He knew it was a terrible idea to ask, knew he was setting himself up for pain—but the curiosity burned in his chest, sharp and insistent. He needed to know. He wasn’t sure why, exactly. Maybe because the idea of her with Alaric—kissing him, touching him, trusting him—had haunted him for so long. Or maybe because he just wanted to understand her better, to know the things she had shared with someone else, so he could imagine how he might make her feel if he ever got the chance.

Evangeline hesitated. She looked torn, as though she wanted to change the subject entirely but also felt compelled to answer. Finally, after a long pause, she exhaled softly, her gaze dropping to the space between them.

“Honestly… it was nice,” she admitted, her voice quiet but steady. “He was very respectful, very patient. And I’m glad for that, I guess. That my first experience was with someone I felt comfortable with at the time. I’ve heard enough horror stories from other girls to know it could’ve been much worse.”

Sebastian clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay silent, though every word sent another sharp twist through his chest. He hated how jealous he felt, hated the image of Alaric being the one to share that kind of intimacy with her, even though he knew he had no right to feel that way.

But then her expression changed, a flicker of something darker crossing her face. “It’s tainted now, of course,” she continued, her voice quieter. “After what he did to me—how he betrayed me. It makes it hard to look back on anything we shared without feeling… bitter.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened further, anger flaring briefly at the reminder of what Alaric had done, but before he could speak, she shook her head and pressed on.

“Even when we were courting, though,” she said, her blush deepening, “I started to realize that we weren’t exactly… compatible.”

That caught his attention. His curiosity burned even hotter now, the need to understand what she meant overriding the jealousy that still lingered in the back of his mind. “Not compatible?” he echoed, his voice low and careful. “What do you mean?”

Evangeline froze again, her blush spreading to her neck and ears. She looked utterly mortified, her lips parting as though she wanted to answer but couldn’t find the words.

“I-I mean…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… Alaric was very… nice. And that’s not a bad thing, but…” She trailed off, her eyes darting away from him as she bit her lip.

Sebastian’s pulse quickened. “But?”

Evangeline groaned softly, burying her face in her hands for a moment before peeking at him through her fingers; she looked thoroughly embarrassed. “Do you really need to know?” she asked, her voice muffled.

“Yes,” Sebastian said instantly, surprising even himself with the force of his answer.

She groaned again. After a long pause, she finally dropped her hands, though she still couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Fine,” she muttered. “It’s just… Alaric was nice, but… too nice, you know? And I think I realized pretty quickly that I didn’t find him… dominant enough.”

The words hung in the air between them, and Sebastian felt like he’d been struck by lightning.

“Dominant enough,” he repeated, his voice rougher than he intended, his gaze locked on her. She nodded quickly, even as she avoided his eyes.

Sebastian's breath hitched, his throat tightening as her words sank in, reverberating through him like a shockwave. He hadn’t been expecting that—hadn’t even dared to hope for it—and yet, the revelation hit him square in the chest, leaving him reeling. He fought to keep his expression neutral, but the effort was futile. A wave of heat surged through him, sharp and all-consuming, making it impossible to ignore the visceral response her admission provoked.

Satisfaction swelled within him, dark and possessive, coiling tightly in his chest like a serpent. The thought that she needed more, that she needed someone who could take control, ignited something primal in him. She hadn’t found that with Alaric. No, Alaric had been too soft, too hesitant, too unwilling to step up and meet her where she needed to be.

But with him?

Sebastian clenched his jaw, his fists tightening against the mattress as the thought unfurled in his mind, unbidden and undeniable. With him, it would be different. He could give her what she craved. He could challenge her, match her fire with his own, and take her to places she’d never even dreamed of.

He couldn’t stop imagining it now—her, soft and pliant beneath him, her lips parted in surrender, her body arching into his as she gave herself over completely, as she submitted to him. He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure as his gaze flicked over her flushed face.

The idea of someone as fiercely independent and headstrong as Evangeline yielding to him, trusting him, letting him guide her… it made the heat pooling low in his stomach almost unbearable.

Realizing he’d been silent too long, Sebastian let out a soft chuckle, though the sound slightly strained. “Honestly,” he managed, “it sounds like Alaric just didn’t know what he was doing.”

Evangeline’s eyes narrowed, her lips twitching like she was trying not to smile. “Don’t be an ass,” she muttered, though there was no real bite in her words.

Sebastian smirked. “What? I’m just saying, if he couldn’t keep up with you, that’s his problem, not yours.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, and the sight sent another wave of heat through him. He leaned back slightly, his smirk softening into something warmer, more genuine.

“Seriously, Evie,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter. “You deserve someone who gets you. Someone who can give you what you need.”

Evangeline paused, her blush spreading all the way to the tips of her ears as she seemed to consider his words. Her hazel eyes flicked toward him briefly, then darted away, but there was something playful in her expression, a glimmer of mischief that immediately set Sebastian on edge—in the best and worst way.

“Yeah,” she said finally, her voice still soft but tinged with something more teasing. “But… whoever it is would need to be able to handle a bit of a brat.”

Sebastian froze, his mind grinding to a halt as her words sank in.

She kept going, clearly not realizing the damage she was doing. “Just because I want to be dominated doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for them. I’m not exactly the type to just… roll over and—”

The second the words were out of her mouth, her eyes went wide, and she clapped her hands over her mouth so fast it made a faint smack. “I—” she started to stammer through her fingers, her face blazing red. “I didn’t mean—! I wasn’t trying to—!”

Sebastian, meanwhile, could feel his soul leaving his body. He couldn’t stop the loud, disbelieving laugh that escaped him as he flipped back onto the mattress, his arm draped over his face as he tried to process what she’d just said.

It was as though the world had shifted on its axis, and he wasn’t sure he could handle it. His mind conjured images he had no business imagining—images of Evangeline challenging him, teasing him, deliberately pushing his buttons until he put her in her place. Images of her giving in, her body completely open beneath him, all the fight melting away as she finally surrendered.

“Holy fuck, Evie,” he groaned, his voice rough and strained.

Evangeline peeked at him through her fingers, her blush now so deep it had spread to her neck and ears. “I didn’t mean to say that!” she said quickly, her voice high-pitched and defensive. “It just slipped out!”

“Well, you can’t exactly put it back!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice muffled by the crook of his arm. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her, afraid that if he did, he might actually combust. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to die right here, right now.”

Evangeline let out a mortified laugh, though it sounded more like a strangled squeak. “You’re not going to die,” she muttered, “You’re being dramatic.”

Sebastian finally moved his arm, glancing at her with wide, incredulous eyes. “I’m being dramatic?” he repeated, his voice incredulous. “You just admitted that you’re a brat who wants to be dominated in bed, and I’m being dramatic?”

She groaned, burying her face in her hands again, but this time, there was a hint of laughter in the sound. “Sebastian, stop,” she pleaded, her voice muffled.

Sebastian let out a shaky breath, dragging both hands through his hair like it might somehow clear the absolute onslaught of images flooding his mind. “I can’t stop, Evie,” he said finally, his voice low and strained, almost like a growl. “How am I supposed to stop when you just casually say something so—you can’t just… say things like that and expect me to carry on like a normal person.”

Evangeline peeked out from behind her fingers again, her cheeks blazing but her eyes glinting with something like nervous amusement. “I said it by accident, it’s not like-“ She cut herself off, groaning again as she buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God, I hate you.”

Sebastian’s lips twitched, and despite the chaos in his head—and the heat pooling low in his stomach—he couldn’t help the smirk that curved his mouth. “You don’t hate me,” he said smoothly, leaning back against the headboard and crossing his arms, his tone almost teasing. “You’re just embarrassed because now I know your deepest, darkest secret.”

She shot him a glare from between her fingers, her voice sharp despite her clear mortification. “It’s not my deepest, darkest secret.”

“Oh?” Sebastian arched an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he tilted his head, feigning casual curiosity. “So there’s more?”

Her eyes widened, and she immediately turned away, smacking him with a pillow as she let out a strangled laugh. “Sebastian, I swear to Merlin, if you don’t shut up—”

“You’ll what?” he challenged, grabbing the pillow mid-swing and tossing it aside. He leaned closer, his grin equal parts playful and wicked as he watched her squirm. “Come on, Evie. You know you can’t threaten me now. Not when I’ve just learned the most important piece of information about you.”

She rolled her eyes, groaning as she flopped back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “This is the worst day of my life,” she muttered, though the laughter in her voice betrayed her.

Sebastian laughed, the sound low and warm as he lay back beside her, his head turned just enough to watch her face. For all her embarrassment, there was something endearing about the way she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and avoided his gaze. She looked… vulnerable, in a way he rarely saw, and it sent a pang through his chest that had nothing to do with lust.

“Hey,” he said softly after a moment, his voice losing its teasing edge. When she glanced at him, her brows furrowed slightly, he smiled—small and genuine. “For what it’s worth… I don’t think it’s embarrassing. I think it’s… it’s a good thing. That you know what you want.”

Evangeline hesitated before she gave him a small, almost shy smile, her voice soft. “Thanks."

But then something shifted in her expression—a spark of mischief, a glimmer of payback. Sebastian’s instincts flared, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing trouble brewing.

“You know,” she began, her voice deceptively sweet, “since you’re clearly so… experienced, with all your late-night escapades…” She trailed off, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched his smirk falter slightly.

“Evie…” he warned, but she was already leaning in, her confidence growing as she continued.

“It’s only fair you share with the class,” she said innocently, tilting her head in mock curiosity. “I mean, you clearly know what you want, right?"

Sebastian’s brain stalled, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to come up with a response. “That’s… not—”

“Come on, Sebastian,” she teased, her tone practically dripping with mockery. “Surely you’ve figured it out by now. What’s your preference?”

His face heated, and he shot her a glare, but the way she was looking at him—equal parts smug and curious—only made it worse.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” she pressed, clearly enjoying herself. “You were the one prying into my preferences not two minutes ago. I think it’s only fair."

Sebastian groaned, flopping back against the headboard and covering his face with his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening."

Evangeline just grinned wider, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “So? What is it, Sebastian? What do you want?”

What do I want? The answer burned in his chest, too raw, too real to say out loud. Evie, I want you. The thought hit him like a hammer every time he looked at her, every time she laughed, every time she pushed him in ways no one else ever dared to. He wanted her. All of her—her sharp wit, her fierce independence, her vulnerability when she let her guard down. And now, knowing what she needed, what she craved… it made the wanting unbearable.

But he couldn’t tell her that. Not now. Not like this.

Sebastian let his hands drop, his gaze locking onto hers as he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, teasing drawl. “What I want,” he began, his eyes glinting with something that made her smile falter slightly, “is for you to stop asking me such personal questions.”

Her jaw dropped, and she let out an indignant laugh, smacking his arm with the pillow. “You’re such an ass."

Sebastian chuckled, leaning back and raising his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, you asked for it,” he said, his grin returning. “Besides, do you really think I’m going to spill all my secrets just because you’re curious?”

"Yes," she replied without hesitation, her grin widening as she tilted her head at him, feigning an innocent expression that didn’t fool him for a second.

Sebastian held her gaze, his heart pounding as he considered his next words. He couldn’t tell her everything—not yet—but he could give her something. Just enough to satisfy her curiosity without giving himself away completely.

“Fine, fine. I want... someone who challenges me, who doesn’t just let me win for the sake of it. Someone who can keep up with me,” he said finally. “But someone who knows when to let me lead. Someone who trusts me enough to give me that.” He leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping lower. "It shouldn't surprise you Evie that I like to... be in control."

Evangeline blinked, her cheeks darkening again as his words sank in. She looked flustered, and it sent a surge of satisfaction through him. “That’s…” she started, but her voice trailed off, and she looked away, biting her lip.

“That’s what?” Sebastian pressed, his grin softening but his gaze intent.

Sebastian’s gaze stayed locked on her as she fidgeted. She was quiet now, her sharp wit momentarily dulled, and he could practically see the gears turning in her head. He watched her carefully, the way her fingers twisted in the hem of her shirt, the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She wasn’t just flustered—she was thinking.

And he knew exactly what was going through her mind, because it was the same thing that had hit him like a thunderclap just a moment ago: they were a perfect match.

The realization was written all over her face, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. She’d always been so fiercely independent, so determined to handle everything on her own, but now, after their conversation, after everything that had been said and left unsaid, he could see her piecing it together. The way he balanced her, the way she challenged him. The way they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle that had always been meant to slot into place.

And Sebastian knew. He knew she was thinking it because things between them had long since crossed the line of friendship. They’d been toeing that line for weeks—carefully, cautiously, as though afraid to look too closely at what lay on the other side. And yet, here they were, waking up side by side, after everything that had happened last night.

Now, as the dim light of the Undercroft cast soft shadows over her face, her crimson blush betrayed her thoughts, painting across her cheeks and down her neck. Her lips pressed together in that familiar way, a telltale sign she was holding back, her mind clearly whirring as she tried to contain whatever had risen to the surface. But Sebastian could see it—could feel it, in the charged air between them.

She knew. Just as well as he did. Things weren’t just friends anymore.

But he couldn’t say it either. He couldn’t speak it into existence, couldn’t give voice to the raw, overwhelming truth that had settled in his chest like a heavy weight. Couldn't name this thing between them and risk breaking it. Because that meant risking her. And that was something Sebastian couldn't bear.

For over two years, she had been his constant—his anchor in the storm of his own reckless choices and the darkness that had threatened to swallow him whole. When everything else had crumbled around him, she had stood by his side. She had been his light in the darkness, his reason to keep fighting even when he felt like giving up.

And because of that, he’d convinced himself that she could never want more from him than what they already had. How could she? She deserved better. Better than someone who had made so many mistakes, who carried so much guilt and regret, who still struggled to forgive himself for the things he’d done. Someone who didn’t have so much darkness lingering just beneath the surface.

But then, she sighed softly, the sound pulling his attention back to her like a magnet. Her hands rested in her lap now and her expression had softened. She wasn’t teasing anymore, wasn’t trying to hide behind sarcasm or banter. She looked… vulnerable. Open. And it made his heart ache all the more.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked quietly.

Sebastian hesitated, his throat tight. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to say everything that was clawing at his chest, threatening to spill over. But instead, he forced a small, crooked smile and shrugged. “Nothing,” he said lightly.

Evangeline’s brows furrowed slightly, her hazel eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Liar,” she said softly, her voice laced with both teasing and concern. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?” Sebastian asked, feigning innocence as he leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest.

She tilted her head, studying him intently. “The one where you’re overthinking something and trying really hard not to say it,” she replied matter-of-factly. “And you’re terrible at hiding it, by the way.”

Sebastian chuckled, though it sounded hollow even to his own ears. “Am I?” he said, trying to deflect, “Maybe I just have a lot on my mind. You’re exhausting, you know.”

Evangeline didn’t laugh this time. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, her expression softening as she reached out, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. “Sebastian,” she said quietly, her voice gentle but firm. “You can tell me. Whatever it is.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, he couldn’t look at her. “I know."

He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers as her intertwined them. She startled slightly, her eyes snapping to his, but she didn’t pull away. Her fingers stilled, and for a moment, the air between them was charged with something heavy, something unspoken but undeniable.

Sebastian swallowed hard, his voice soft when he finally spoke. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

Evangeline blinked, her lips parting slightly as she stared at him. She looked like she wanted to say something, but whatever it was, she held it back. Instead, she gave him a small, almost hesitant nod. “I know,” she said quietly.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice rougher than he intended. “Just… don’t forget it.”

For a moment, they simply sat there, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable. Her hand was still in his, her fingers warm and steady.

He forced a small smile and leaned back against the headboard, his thumb brushing idly over the back of her hand. “You know,” he said lightly, trying to inject some levity into his tone, “for someone who claims this is the worst day of their life, you’re awfully content to sit here holding my hand.”

"More than content." She said softly, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at her lips as her fingers shifted slightly in his grip,

Sebastian’s heart stumbled in his chest, the words hitting him harder than they should have. She wasn’t teasing, wasn’t trying to hide behind her usual sharp humor. She was just… honest. Simple and raw in a way that felt so much more intimate than anything else she could have said. It was devastating.

The quiet between them stretched out again, but this time it was warm, comfortable. Sebastian let his gaze wander, studying the curve of her profile, the way her lips parted ever so slightly as she exhaled. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to tell her, but the words caught in his throat, heavy and unyielding.

What was between them now—it was fragile, delicate, like a string pulled taut, vibrating with unspoken truth. If he spoke, if he gave voice to everything he felt, everything he wanted… what if it snapped? What if he ruined the one thing that had kept him steady all this time?

He’d always been reckless, impulsive, diving headfirst into things without thinking about the consequences. But this—her—he couldn’t risk it.

So he convinced himself—tried to convince himself—that this, whatever this unspoken thing was between them, was enough.

It had to be enough.

Because even if he couldn’t have all of her—even if he couldn’t claim her in the way his heart ached to—he still had this. Her hand in his. Her laughter filling the silence. Her warmth beside him as the rest of the world faded away.

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Astral Express once more stopped in Belebog to say hello to friends again! During winter, it had especially a lot of snow! And what's better way than have some fun using it~?

Stelle, Dan Heng and Himeko went to say hello to Bronya, while the rest stayed in the express! But not for long... You soon discovered that March wanted to stay in not because of we laziness, but because she wanted to use the big amount of snow with you!

Mr. Welt probably expected it... because not putting much of a fight, he just made sure you're dressed warmly and let you go, as long as you stay in his and PomPom's view from express's window.

"Think how surprised everyone's gonna be when they come back to see a snow fort in front of express!"

"Heh~ Yeah, that's definitely bound to be interesting. But... it might be hard looking at the snow here..."

"You forget who got the ice power here~"

She held up her hand showing off her powers, also proving fragile snow may not be a problem for you after all!

"Alright, alright, I get it. You're our savior~ Well... Should we go for something like iglo or..."

"Let's start with iglo and then we can upgrade it into a palace!"

You nodded to her, thinking you should've expected that sort of answer... But it only motivated you to get to work sooner rather than later!

You began collecting snow and setting it in a circle while pink haired girl used her ice powers on every new batch of snow to keep it securely in place and avoid the snow fort falling over you when you enter...

When everything was secured, you made a few circles around the base, to sew if you didn't miss a spot... and then, March volunteered the risk the possibility of disappearing under white powder!

"I'll go check it inside is good too!"

"You sure? I don't mind doing it..."

"Yup! I have the power here after all hehe~"

"Fair point... Good luck!"

She gave you a nod with small "mhm!" sound before entering.. when you kneeled to see exactly what she was doing there, you noticed she was safe and only secured few more parts... especially on the roof!

"It's good! Come here!!"

Encouraged by her sudden statement, you decided to immidietly take the chance and entered your own construction!

Inside was blindingly white... and a bit cold... But nonetheless, definitely less than outside of it! At least here you didn't had to worry about wind as much...

"We should get games here! And maybe something to warm up with..."

"Maybe hot chocolate!"

"Oh, perfect! We can bring whole kettle to be sure we won't run out!"

You got up to leave but her hand snatched you back.

"What was that for-?!"

"Shh..."

She successfully shushed you, as you were a bit too curious what this is all about... When you listened closely, you heard 3 pair of shoes going through thick snow of Belebog and small chatted between well known 2 women...

March switched her loud voice to a whisper to tell you everything, plan included!

"They're coming back...! How do we surprise them... Maybe..."

Whil she was thinking, another voice came from outside, belonging to a male. The calmness made it pretty clear it must've been Dan Heng...

"March, come out before you get sick again. You too Y/N."

"Huh-?!"

Both of you were stunned as to how he could tell so precisely who was hiding inside the construction immidietly... Also successfully ruining your plan...

You found it a little bit disappointing but March? She found it not only disappointing but also a bit annoying that both of you went through so much struggle just for him to ruin it without even falling for it first!!

"Dan Heng!! At least pretend you don't know next time to let others play guess game!"

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The Awakening of White Apathy Rewrite // Chapter 1: The March Onwards

Here's chapter 1 of my rewrite!! I'll be making a Wattpad book for this very soon so it'll be easier to find the chapters! Stay tuned for that!!

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An eerie breeze flew gracefully through the air as King Dark Cacao Cookie and his warriors crossed the abnormally calm waters of the Licorice Sea. It was… strange, to say the least. The Licorice Sea was never this quiet… Yet, that was the least of Dark Cacao’s worries. Ever since a strange blizzard hit his kingdom, a horrifying outbreak of a pale ailment torments his faithful subjects, turning them into apathetic, deluded dogs covered in speckled bits of flour. Crumbling away day by day, with no chance of survival… The way his subjects coughed and wheezed out flour… begging for their suffering to end… forgetting their loved ones as strange selfishness took hold of their minds… It was gut-wrenching! Dark Cacao knew he must put a stop to the ailment from spreading any further and once a pharmacist informed him the source was traced back to Beast-Yeast, he knew what he must do. Though… he would rather do it on his own, he knew there was no convincing Caramel Arrow Cookie and the others.

BUMP!

The boat came to a sudden stop, causing the group to slightly lose their balance as they looked on with determination burning through their dough… They arrived in Beast-Yeast. Dark Cacao made a swift dismount, his cape flowing grandly behind him with each step he took, as he scanned the area for any hazards up ahead.

“We’ve finally made it to Beast-Yeast!” exclaimed First Watcher Caramel Arrow Cookie as she climbed out of the boat.

“But… isn’t it strange?” Inquired the Swift Dark Cacao Warrior, pulling the boat to shore. “I’ve never seen the Licorice Sea so calm! I barely felt a whisper of a breeze!”

“Right?” Remarked the Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior as he brushed himself off. “It almost felt like someone was watching over us…! Like someone expected our arrival…”

Caramel Arrow Cookie’s head darted left and right in worry, soon stopping when her eyes met with Commander Crunchy Chip Cookie, staring down at the slimy Licorice Sea below his feet.

“Crunchy Chip Cookie!” She shouted, “What are you doing?!”

“Eeugh…” Crunchy Chip Cookie sickly squeaked, “There are a bunch of Licorice Monsters… lurking in the depths of the water! All… curled up and… motionless, yet… their eyes remain unblinking and ALERT!!!” He coughed with a gag, a shiver going up his spine, “AND SOME OF THEM EVEN LOOKED AT ME!!!”

Caramel Arrow chuckled mischievously, crossing her arms with a sly smirk… oh, she knows what’s going on here. She took a step closer to her good friend, her mischievous demeanor still running rampant.

“Are you afraid, Crunchy Chip Cookie?~” She questioned smugly, “This is merely the beginning of our journey, you know!~”

“WHAT?!” Crunchy Chip squawked in denial, “No! I’m not scared! A Commander NEVER gets ‘scared’, Caramel Arrow Cookie! It was just kinda… creepy, that’s all!”

“Heh!” Caramel Arrow scoffed, her smirk growing wider, “Alright, if you say so…~”

Crunchy Chip Cookie’s eyes widened as his face contorted into an offended scowl, his eyes shooting daggers into the watcher’s soul as her smirk grew into a smug grin.

“YOU LAUGHIN’!?!?” He barked.

“Nooo! Nooo..!” Caramel Arrow squeaked, trying her hardest to stop herself from laughing. “Of course not!~”

“Silence.” Dark Cacao ordered sternly. The group quickly silenced themselves, approaching their king to hear his commands. The king lifted his hand in the air, moving it in a circular motion. “There is a thick scent of raw flour in the air… Flour fog must be nearby…”

The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior raised an eyebrow… that didn’t sound good at all… That fog was ripe with the pale ailment, he was sure of it and there was no way on Earthbread he was going to get infected. He looked to the king and asked;

“Won’t we be infected with the Pale Ailment if we come into contact with the fog, Your Majesty…?”

“Yes…” Dark Cacao affirmed, “That fog is the same that hit the Dark Cacao Kingdom not too long ago… It is dangerous to continue forward… Only a fool would venture into it without proper protection…”

The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior sighed, his hand stroking his mustache. It was a good thing he came prepared…! The warrior quickly pulled a bag off of his shoulders and placed it gently on the ground, searching through it persistently.

“Hey!” Crunchy Chip Cookie looked on with confusion, “What’s the bag about?”

“It’s a bag I have prepared before our voyage to Beast-Yeast, Commander!” The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior replied, “It has everything a warrior would need when venturing to an unknown land: Water, Food, First Aid, Compas, a map of Beast-Yeast…!” He sighed as he pulled out a strange tablet, “You never know what will happen, so it’s best to come prepared!”

“That’s… honestly really smart.” Crunchy Chip Cookie admitted, side-eyeing Caramel Arrow with an accusatory glare, “How come YOU didn’t prepare a bag, First Watcher?~”

Caramel Arrow Cookie glanced back at the commander with a very unamused look, knowing full well the idea of preparing a bag didn’t cross Crunchy Chip Cookie’s mind either. Crunchy Chip smirked victoriously, looking back at Dark Cacao and the others with a triumphant exhale from his nose. The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior handed the tablet over to Dark Cacao Cookie to let him examine it.

“This is a cacao tablet the pharmacists prepared for our voyage.” The warrior explained, “They said it should help keep our heads clear, even through the fog.”

“Hm…” Dark Cacao grunted in approval, “Very well.” The king broke the tablet apart into smaller pieces for the group to share. “Let us share this tablet.” He declared as he passed out a piece to his warriors.

The group each took a piece of the tablet, took a bite, and swallowed it… Well, to the best of their ability. Unknown to them, the tablet was the most bitter thing they had ever tasted! It was as if spite had a flavor! The warriors recoiled from the taste as they tried their hardest not to spit it out or vomit!

“EUAAAAAGH!!!” The Swift Dark Cacao Warrior gagged, “SO BITTER!!! What on Earthbread was that thing MADE of?! Disappointment and broken dreams?! Not even the cacao nibs I first ate as a child were this bad!!”

The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior reluctantly swallowed his piece, beating his chest to make sure it would stay down. “I knew it would be bitter, but, not THIS terrible!” The warrior sighed, “I suppose they had to make it extra bitter so that we’d keep our senses…”

“Eugh…!” Crunchy Chip Cookie nauseously swallowed as he tried his hardest to keep his piece down, “M-Mmmmmm!!” He sickly smiled with a thumbs up, “T-That was so good! Y-you’re all so–HIC!! Weak….!”

While the boys struggled to keep their pieces in, Caramel Arrow Cookie looked on with worry as the thick flour fog crept closer and closer to their location. They had to get moving, and fast before the fog swallowed them whole.

“Your Majesty, up ahead!” Caramel Arrow said, her bow pointing toward the fog’s direction as she walked in front of her king, “The white fog is coming right at us like a huge wave!”

The king looked on as the fog drew closer with each gust of wind. “You are right. We will be swallowed up by the fog at this rate…! Everyone! Stay close together, stay alert, be on your guard, and do not lose your way!”

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty!” Crunchy Chip boasted confidently, “This’ll be a piece of cake! Nothing my instincts can't guide me through!”

With pride in each step, Crunchy Chip stood proud and tall in front of the group, which made Caramel Arrow Cookie’s eyes roll to the back of her head. The commander turned around with a confident glimmer in his eye, pointing to himself as he puffed out his chest with conviction.

“Just follow me!” He declared with an assured smile on his face, “My senses are as good as the Cream Wolves themselves!” The Commander turned back around and marched forward, his self-confidence practically radiating light off of him.

“That cookie is going to get himself lost…” Caramel Arrow sighed, her words hiding under her breath.

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That's it lol. Stay tuned for chapter 2!!

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