#not to say none of these will ever be finished im certain at least a couple of them will

[br1ghtestlight]

list of all my bob's burgers fanfic ideas that i never finished 😭 *gene voice* no i've thought about it and i don't think it is anything

rudy anxiety attack

tina breaks her leg (louise fic)

bob gets asked out by a single dad and talks to linda abt sexuality

gene and tina have a school project together

teddy borrows the kids for a high school reunion

gene teaches rudy how to shave

linda meets big bob for the first time

bob and teddy talk abt their dads

ambrose saves frond from drowning fic

bob proposal to linda + wedding

louise and rudy sleepover where rudy sees louise without her hat

tina sensory overload at wonder wharf

young tina gets bullied and talks to bob

louise has a nightmare

teddy/linda/bob focused fic

jimmy jr and tina fake dating in high school w/ queer jimmy jr

tina and gene go to a concert together

tina has a nightmare when teddy is babysitting

bob and linda childhood friends au

louise gets her first period

bob and fischoeder date

tina is a single mom and jimmy jr comes back into town

jimmy jr is famous and returns to seymour's bay and reunites with tina

a woman flirts with bob at his high school reunion

jimmy jr comes out to bob after a fight with his dad

jimmy jr zeke and tina sleepover

touch averse louise

teddy babysits the kids for a week while bob and linda go to florida

breaking the cycle of abuse with bob/linda childhood memories

bob autism?

louise x harley high school

louise x transfem rudy

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐(i’m sensing some sweetness coming! Good for May she deserves all the good things in this world!)

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮(CRANBERRY IM SO GLAD YOURE OKAY! And i’m loving how this setup gives a new perspective to the classic Buckley-Diaz family vibes)

➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰(BUDDIE TIME LOOP???? BUDDIE TIME LOOP!!!! Cal its insane how with three words you’ve already got me hooked - you’re so good with inexplicable magic as a plot device so I’m so excited for your take on this classic! I’m already sure it’s gonna be absolutely phenomenal!)

Thank you for all this my dear!! And if any of these stories are finished by the time you get to these please know that the odds are good that I’ve already read them and loved every single word!

I hope you have/had a nice weekend! Sending lots of love!!!

Okay! So since I have completed two of the fics here, what I will do is give you 63 (combined total) of my next Gotcha For Gaza prompt fic (which I might have combined with an idea from @exhuastedpigeon ), with no context once again. Here's the emoji: ☠️

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One reads Chip N. Dales. The other, murder victim. What on earth? 

“Athena!” Eddie blurts. He sounds intoxicated. 

“Eddie?” She gawks at him. “I got a call about a possible death at this address? Please let it just be your name tag.”

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “That was me. I called 9-1-1. But I’m not really dead. It’s someone else.”

Definitely intoxicated, then. And, from his demeanor, it must not be one of his closest friends who has died. Athena feels a surge of relief. 

“Eddie, who is dead?” She asks calmly. 

Eddie winces. “It’s Captain Gerrard.”

Well. That certainly complicates things, doesn’t it?

▪️▪️▪️

Eddie, a little wobbly, leads Athena into the condo. 

“Is this Gerrard’s house?” She asks. 

“No. Tommy’s.”

“Tommy?” 

“You know? Buck’s boyfriend? Pilot?”

“No, I know who Tommy Kinnard is,” Athena replies. “Just… What are you all doing here with your fire captain?”

As far as she had heard, they all hated the man. And as far as Buck had said, Tommy’s history with his former captain was also complicated. 

Athena has a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling about this. 

“Tommy hosted a murder mystery party,” Eddie says. “S’why I died.”

Oh boy.

Eddie leads Athena into a dining room with sleek, modern black furniture and some very strange wall art. Which is really not what Athena should be looking at. There are more pressing things. Like Captain Gerrard on the floor, swollen and lifeless, as Buck is hunched over him, performing CPR. Buck. The person with the least paramedic training in the room, other than perhaps Karen Wilson. Because for some reason, she is also here.

Athena takes inventory.

Gerrard. 

Buck.

Eddie. 

Tommy.

Hen.

Karen.

Chimney.

 Two men Athena has never seen in her life, but if she had to guess, are also firefighters. 

Everyone has name tags on. None of them say their real names. Characters, more likely.

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75 for ➰ (OH YOU ARE TUNING IN HERE FOR A CRAZY PART!)

Tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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He’s almost certain Eddie has never called him that before. Though he feels a soft familiarity accompany it. 

“How did you sleep?” He asks, voice low to avoid waking Christopher in the adjoining room.

Eddie’s lip twitches. 

“Good,” he answers. “I always sleep well beside you, Buck. You know that.”

Buck hums happily. 

“Same here.” Buck replies. “What’s the plan for today?”

“Well, whatever you want,” Eddie says. “I know you’ve got an itinerary.” 

Oh, does he ever. They’d done Morro Bay State Park and the nearby history museum yesterday. 

“So glad you’re on board,” Buck grins. “I’m thinking, estuary, let Chris see some sea otters, then head to the beach?” 

“Oh, and you have no interest in said sea otters?” Eddie teases.

“Okay, they’re cute, Eddie!” 

“I know they’re cute,” Eddie replies. “I’m certain you will both look cute gawking at them.”

“Well, then let’s get going,” Buck decides, rolling out of bed. “Let’s wake the kid!”

“You’re a brave man, Evan Buckley.”

“He loves me,” Buck waves off the concern. “More importantly, he loves sea otters.”

When Buck stands, stretching his arms above his head, he notices the old analog clock on the wall. Ugh, that thing. It looks like it’s from the 50s or 60s at least. Not at all fitting with the otherwise modern design of the hotel room. And it’s not even telling the right time. It reads 12:02. As if it’s just after midnight. Buck turns to look at the digital clock. 8:02 AM. Huh. 

“Was it telling the wrong time when we got here?” Buck asks.

Eddie coughs. Small at first, then growing. Like his throat is dry. 

Buck spins to face him. “You okay?”

“Fine. Fine.” Eddie insists. “What did you ask?”

“The clock.” Buck clarifies. “Was it telling the wrong time when we checked in?”

“I…” Eddie’s eyes dart around, like he’s trying to remember. He looks very confused. Too confused for the nature of the question. “I don’t know, Buck. I didn’t pay attention.”

“It’s weird,” Buck says. “It has the minute right. Just not the hour.”

“I think you might be too worried about a clock, Buck.”

“I’m not worried about it. I’m just curious about it. Do you think it’s for another time zone?”

“We can figure out the clock or we can enjoy our day,” Eddie says. “Starting with a big breakfast?”

Buck smirks. “You sure know how to get through to me.”

➰➰

Half an hour later, they’re sitting on a big patio eating a complimentary hotel breakfast. Chris looks mildly zombified, like he can’t believe he’s awake this early. Nevermind the fact he wakes up way earlier than this for school. Eddie is indulging in a very big breakfast - more than he’d normally go for, Buck thinks. He’s practically dumping sugar in his coffee. 

“You’re not going to sleep tonight,” Buck warns him. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Eddie shrugs. 

[quodekash]

PART 2 OF DANGEROUS ROMANCE EP4 COMMENTARY BC I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS AND RAN OUT OF SCREENSHOTS

because of them, im now gonna start sobbing every time someone throws a peace sign at me

HELL YES

IM SO PROUD OF MY BOY

YUOU DID SO GOOD KANG

I KNEW YPU COULD DO IT

AIUOGHKJERPODHFKN

NOOOOOOO

FRICK

my boy is having many thoughts. none of them good.

I can hear his crisis and him blaming himself because now he thinks it's his fault that sailom's gonna get beat up, and he's sad for himself that he doesn't have a reason to spend time with sailom anymore, and now his grandma's gonna be disappointed in him for failing something, and there's definitely some thoughts in the mix there about his dad and the bike he bought him and kang is so certain he doesn't deserve the bike, I could go on but I wont because I would like to finish this episode before the sun rises and currently that doesnt seem all too likely

well DUH

YOU COULD SEE IT FROM MARS (and now im thinking about soundwin. frick.)

tell him

tellllll himmmmmm

tell him he lent the umbrella to youuuuu

and you've treasured it forever perhaps?

OMG HE'S TELLING HIM???

DUDE THEYRE ACTUALLY LISTENING TO ME SO MUCH THIS EPISODE THIS IS SO RARE

chances are either the bus or Kang's car is gonna show up before he'll get it out, bUT ONCE AGAIN, LET ME BASK IN THIS RARE MOMENT OF GLORY AND POWER

BOOM

CALLED IT

I know it's super cliche and everyone probably saw that coming but I dont care, im gonna let myself feel almighty powerful

I just. I will never understand why they dont just like quickly tell the person before leaving. or like yell at him while getting on the bus. OR EVEN text him while on the bus, immediately after getting on. that's what id do, cos if I dont tell them right then and there, I guarantee you I will forget to ever tell them, and then it'll keep me up at night for ages but never at a moment where I actually think about telling them, and then three or four years later ill finally tell them and it'll be so insignificant by then but it doesnt matter because I FINALLY TOLD THEM THE THING

I really hope he remembers to give at least one of those umbrellas back to kang

mans is not waterproof, he needs an umbrella

respect for auto just went down down prices are down

crypto? seriously honey?

IT'S SO CHEESY

IT'S SO CLICHE

AND IM CRYING ABOUT IT BECAUSE SOMEHOW I BOTH IRONICALLY AND UNIRONICALLY LOVE CHEESY AND CLICHE MOMENTS WITH ALL MY FRIKIN SOUL

EW

SPORTS

I hate sports days so much

thankfully id always be allowed to just not go to school instead of being forced to participate in athletics and swimming carnivals and cross country and stuff, and I will be forever grateful to my parents for that

they're in love btw

just in case anyone forgot

I didn't forget

I can't forget about them

my brain wont allow it

IT'S JUST

ITS JUST SO SWEET

I THINK IM GOING INSANE, THEY HATE EACH OTHER AND WANT TO KILL EACH OTHER SO BADLY THAT IT'S LITERALLY ROMANTIC

THIS IS PINING

HE IS PINING

PL E A SE CAN THEY KISS

NAWA'S HEAD TILT????? LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY ABOUT TO KISS IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU

two things to say here

one: view, please marry me

two: kang and sailom definitely have the same responsibilities

just KISS

I can't deal with the longing stares anymore

im like 80% certain they wont kiss this episode but I so badly want them to

NOOOO THEYRE NOT IN THE SAME GROUP THINGY

....but (hehe butt)

...maybe

...perhaps

I think kang might pull some strings to end up in the same department as sailom? maybe??

IM DYING, THERE'S A MARC AND A PAVIN (which sounded like pawin)

THEY GAVE UP THINKING OF NAMES FOR THE RANDOM CLASSMATES

ooooo he is listening to their conversationnnnnn

AND THEYRE GONNA INTERACT IN A FRIKIN BATHROOM??? I SWEAR, EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW IS SOUNDWIN CODED, IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU

5ER6CYVTGUOBHIOVTRC6DE5S4E57RCVYUBHUVTRDS3GTFD46F7GY8H

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY

THEYRE JUST SO

HE'S SO GOUERGJND

LMAO YOU IDIOT

(we're getting so many cheesy cliches right after each other and I am so here for it, I love this so much)

now kiss

OH

OH THIS IS THIS PART???? DAMN

he needs money to pay off his debts, so... he's gonna take a job offer from the guy he pays his debts to? feels kinda pointless, right?

also in this series, pepper reminds me of tor, specifically in midnight museum, so part of my mind thinks hes gonna offer him a job at the museum

LMAO

'MYNAME6969'

I WANT TO KNOW WHO PUT THAT IN THERE AND GIVE THEM A HIGH FIVE BECAUSE THATS FRIKIN HILARIOUS, WHOEVER SNUCK THAT IN THERE

IM DYING I LOVE THAT SO MUCH

as someone who sprained an ankle a little over a month ago, I have some points to make

namely: saifah is right. the first 72 hours are the most important, as long as you're resting it, keeping it elevated, icing it, compressing it, you'll be all good to walk on it in no time. after that, you need to make sure you're still taking care of it, like by wearing a compression sock all the time, and not walking on it too much if it starts hurting, stuff like that. that's the part I didnt do. I took care of it for three days, then kept walking on it like nothing happened, and it's still really painful sometimes, it never properly healed, but like it's fine im surviving

OH I DO NOT LIKE THIS, I DO NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL

HE'S SO OLD

ICKY I FEEL ICKY

there's nothing wrong with the work he's doing, it's just the fact that he's still a kid and thats a 50 year old man

on another note, I ran out of bloody images AGAIN

AND ON ANOTHER NOTE, ITS NEARLY 2AM. IVE BEEN WATCHING FOR NEARLY 2 AND A HALF HOURS AND IM NOT EVEN THREE QUARTERS THROUGH THE EPISODE, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME

[madfantasy]

Dear blogging

So happy I finished one of my biggies, happeir it made other's day (or just hurt their feels, I'm sorry I know im depressing heh 8"c

Hugs to dears💛

I've been doing nothing but strictly drawing lately, thanks to the wave of bugs that is paralysing my normal focus and gives me constant nightmares that jolts me awake every time I'm desperately fallen asleep. They are not as intense anymore, thankfully, but my paranoia wouldn't let out.

On the bright side, I am drawing more than ever and those sticky notes taken down at last after a century of em up 8D ✨️✨️✨️

(Just wanted to show a sense of their volume at the beginning, these are just the ones who perished and I thought I came out to piles of dirt, at first x'c)

In the pauses between the signing muse in my brain, in complete immersion, i don't remember what got me to guardians discussing something, and it came about the subject of mental health and trauma. Some way or another, I managed to tell one of my truths, which is that I am fairly certain that I am on the spectrum. Of course, it started with the usual denial and unreasonable yelling. Yelling that automatically shuts me down, but I yelled back even though my voice wasn't helping. It keeps disappearing alongside the ability to find words as I try to explain it all. Finally, I felt it dawned on them, and only when they said they 'now know it is to find help with', I broke down. They were comforting me by keep saying we'll fix it. I wanted to say it's not something broken to be fixed, but I was deep in hyperventilation to be able to articulate it..

It has been a few weeks since then, and I didn't want to bring it up because my chest was hurting me too long after the ordeal.

In a way, I don't know why i bothered to tell them because realistically, they can't do anything. As everything dear or near to me, I can't tell them causally, and it never had real bearing on anything. They need tending cause they are ill and elderly, and i do my best until it comes to dealing with people, I become just as crippled and can't function without them. I never show them my art, or tell em i want surgery for my dysphoria or I'm none of society's conditioning of identities or whatever they are willfully ignorant in. But I make points to remind them that im not a mere gender and I still correct them when they wrong name me, my simplest wishes they can't comply with. Even by the religionlNthey uphold, not to call women a degrading word in arabic that means that she is a forbidden object, they kept using it it but not around me... I don't know why i try, but they are my world, my only world, and the only humans i know and depend on. I'm not able to do anything now but draw, everything else i tried to do i either have forgotten or have no further means to do more, I might as well have forgotten how to speak English if it wasn't in everything I communicate with, consume and own set to it, and every now nd then write these so called diaries, ive already forgotten how to write my precious poems in arabic, or write in arabic as swiftly as i used to. I wake up most days with complete apathy or regret that I'm still living and costing to take space in this world.. my guardian asked me, who in support or women driving and having independent lives, if I could right now a chance learn to drive, will I do it. I said no. Even tho for years I knew with upmost certainty that I could do it, I always wanted to do it and have endless dreams of me driving, I always studied the booklets with our car to learn the road signs and all. But now I can't. Things I did by force of necessity on my own, I can't do anymore. I know I'm not the good elder sibling either cause I'm not always there to argue for my siblings, and it adds more and more to the guilt I can't clear, but I try buy them toys or a meal every chance I get commissioned.

I don't know what can be set in motion, at least I know I can hold on till 36, and while still having my drawing list to go through. Even with the same old interests, or hyperfixations should i say, things I can't change and seemingly have no gain posting around, especially when it comes to fanart. Otherwise, will be doodling fantasy junk such as these on me own

I wish all of you the best 🍀

Crying with makeup on and then laughing cuz I forgot I tried to do art on my face and now we can add 'crying in makeup' to our first time experiences lo' 10 pm, 6.6.2023

[cruelsister-moved2]

Im the hater anon omg i didnt mean to lead u astray but i haven't finished it i'm just over half done. i probably will finish just so i can coherently say why i don't like it bc rn my thoughts are all over the place but  u hit all the major points im like nodding and taking notes rn.  Its very shallow lore wise like its all overly complex exposition that barely effects the plot. I could write about this for 100 years but basically it was boring and i just feel like it has nothing to say like theres no purpose or message and i think speculative stuff should have SOME weight behind it idk.  That paired w how the writing itself is like..not pretty or artful or anything………………….

And on top of that its not even actually funny. Instead of real jokes its just 100 million mcu quips awkwardly inserted so that no situation is ever treated genuinely or seriously or with depth. For example. My personal least favorite part beyond general quality so far is how often they bring up gideon being inappropriately horny… idk how else to word it.. Its one of her 3 personality traits. they mention her porn collection i swear every couple of pages. its played 4 jokes but like the rest of it its literally unfunny and feels so out of place. Like this is right when they just discovered an incinerated body → ”she looked troubled, which made Gideon sad, but she was also soaked right through to the skin, which made Gideon need a lie-down.” Its like if someone whose only point of reference was tiktok during that era where every vaguely masc woman got made fun of for being a quote hey mamas lesbian unquote tried to write a masc woman.  Reading it as a masc lesbian myself is just sort of embarrassing idk if other ppl feel differently but it just feels overplayed and goofy. 

Anyways… this is all very long and incoherent but thank u for complaining and vindicating me… i started reading it a couple days ago on a whim bc ive been seeing ppl talk abt it a lot lately and i was instantly SOOOOO disappointed. Part of it was definitely that i was expecting something very different because of how people talk about it but also its just like bad. Its insane. I also had no idea abt the roachpatrol thing so ummmmmm :(

hiiiiiiiiii omg so your suffering isn't even over yet my condolences.

the worldbuilding exposition industrial complex needs to end im so serious. I just had such a nice conversation with some writer friends about soft vs hard magic systems and world-building and how frustratingly common the assumption that more complex lore you dump the more sophisticated your story is at the moment. in reality many more sophisticated stories deliberately utilise abstraction and whimsy for thematic statements. v happy for brandon sanderson fans but again, a lot of those stories are basically like mystery novels except the magic is the mystery, whereas the speculative fiction authors who... actually speculate...are often using it as a tool to speculate about our own existence.

and the writing is so ugly like I've read a couple of chapters and I feel like i could get through a mid story if it's at least well written but it wasn't even inoffensive it was actively offputting like that prose was stinkyyyyyyyyy..... and the quips exactlyyy like who is laughing at none pizza with left beef anymore and the fact a lot of it isn't even the author being witty but just like. a reference to a meme? it's literally supposed to be like gritty but then everyone is memeing and quipping all the time how are you meant to take that seriously?

and okay the like sexualisation of Gideon had kind of been my suspicion but I hadn't read enough to make that claim for certain so. that's disappointing to have it confirmed. given that the author is a fem woman who calls herself a lesbian whilst being homestuck married to a guy, it really brings up some kind of discomfort in me to be using masc women that way and making a joke out of them and their sexuality and calling them himbos and shit like. it really doesn't seem like she actually knows any masc women??? and when that was a huge part of the marketing for the book it comes to feel exploitative.

one thing to be aware is that tor like. pushed it really hard marketing-wise for whatever reason. I guess they feel it symbolises a new era of sci-fi and like were using it as an outreach effort to engage the generation that mostly only reads fan fiction or whatever which I guess cheers if it achieves that. but the majority of negative reviews are specifically that it was nothing like what they expected it to be, because of the.... super gimmicky marketing.

the tagline being sword necromancer lesbians in space or something so lame 😭 and it really seems like the elements came first and the justification came second so it's never really explained why they use swords instead of more technologically advanced weapons (bc the answer is 'it sounds cool') or really why it needs to be in space at all (because the answer is 'it sounds cool'). even the necromancy is supposedly fairly tangential and ive seen people be underwhelmed how much actual lesbianism is involved too 💀

9mbut yeah the r0ach patr0l thing I wish people were more aware of because honestly above anything else, I've seen people who were fans and then found this out and felt super uncomfortable so I think people deserve to know what kind of background she has, and this is literally where she developed her writing and her name as a BNF so it's directly connected to her current career not just like a celebrity who tweeted something dumb when they were 14. like I think it's fair to take that into account + idk it's INTERESTING to me that she went from that to debuting with a masc lesbian whom she projects like comic hypersexuality onto it really is all much to think about truly

[thekaijudude]

You know how you described how each Ultra Brother can take on an entire army of Kaiju? Well, define what ya mean by ARMY of Kaiju if you don’t mind. And maybe how each of them could handle an army of Kaiju perhaps?

Im basically just gonna bust out the lookup list as a refresher here:

iirc this was done 1-2 years ago where I spent about 2 hours or so to work out the scaling based on official statements/numbers as well as canon feats (I also had to make a number of assumptions to at least make the scaling linear)

I am always referring to this list for any form of powerscaling asks for those that miss it, it covers all canon ultras from 1 NG all the way up to Noa.

And of course theres also my postulated extension of canon here:

But I rarely ever need to use that one since its beyond the usual scaling that canon vibes at rn

So back to the standard list, where a standard New Gen Base form can be considered as 1 NG and 1 NG can one shot a standard mid tier 2 kaiju using his finisher

In that same lookup table, I also calculated that the UB are anywhere from 1000 - 10 000 NG (may be stronger, will justify later)

Also when I say UB level Ultras, I generally classify Ultras that are at least as old as Taro or can be scaled to the UB, such as of course the 6 UB, Leo Brothers, Great Eight, Regulus, Toregia, Great, Powered etc, the logic that undergirds this differentiation is M78 Proportionality Constant/Scaling which I derived based on calculation as shown in the standard list

Thus far, my calculations seems largely consistent with canon feats as covered before in detail

Using all of the above, a way to answer your first question is that a UB can probably take on either 1000 to 10 000 mid Tier 2 kaiju (Taro can definitely take on at least 10 000 since I rmb i specifically calculated this number based on him, I think i include the calculation in the first link). An example of a mid tier kaiju would be something like Gomora/Red King, which means no Tier 2 kaiju with some form of hax abilities like Zetton or specs in a certain stat like Skydon with his durability.

So I suppose just the UBs' finishers alone could do the job (not even gonna bring in their reality-warping abilities) since theres really nothing an army of Tier 2 kaiju can actually even do to a UB level Ultra's durability in the first place. So, is how each UB can handle an army of mid-tier 2 kaiju really that important at that point tho?

Heck they mostly likely could no diff the same army without using their finishers, we have seen normal attacks from UB level Ultras being able to one shot New Gen Base forms (Possessed Taro, Toregia etc), which scales higher than mid-Tier 2 kaiju anyways, which is why I say UB Level Ultras could potentially scale higher than 10 000 NG

Thanks for the question!

[mccn-bcys]

FINAL ARCADE TOKEN

pairing: marc spector x reader

summary: a date at the arcade is going well...until you get to the last token of the night.

warnings: fluff, I decided marc deserves a night of happiness, brief mentions of established relationships with steven and jake.

authors note: this is a little short but I thought this was cute! Im actually proud of myself for starting and finishing this in one day! for reference this was the challenge post I saw that I'm trying to do every day this month. anyways i hope you guys like this! lemme know what you think!

word count: 1,361

marc could honestly say he was having the time of his life. he hadn't been to an arcade in years. he had almost forgotten what it was like to just relax and not worry about a certain moon god and any missions he might be sent out on.

and his favorite part was that he got to do it with you.

he loved watching you play the arcade games. you would get so competitive, sometimes even throwing out some trash talk. he knew you didn't mean anything by it, you just liked to win. your nose would scrunch up in concentration. there was a spark in your eye, and he loved to watch it. as did steven and jake.

'I'm surprised theyve got it in them to even make those threats.'

'yea it is pretty cute when they threaten to rip our arms off,' jake thought, the adoration dripping in his voice.

marc just ignored them and kept watching you. he'd never tell you that a few games he let you beat him just to see you jump with joy.

you were also having the time of your life. you hadn't done anything like this in years and your inner child was overjoyed. you also loved that marc was able to relax and have fun. it wasn't very often that he allowed himself to and you were happy that he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down around you, even if for a moment.

whenever he wasn't looking at you, you were stealing glances at him. your favorite face of his was when he was concentrating. he's furrow his eyebrows ever so slightly, and his tongue would stick out just a little. and if he won? the giant smile on his face? and the laugh of victory? oh it was like heaven on earth.

you had both chipped in for a bunch of tokens, enough to last a couple hours. and you agreed that you'd put together the tickets at the end of the night and buy something from the counter, something you would both want. you had your eye on the giant stuffed animal hanging up there.

and before you both knew it, a few hours had passed. the token pile was diminishing and your ticket pile was steadily growing in size. you both were quite proud of yourselves, besting each other in different games. you learned that he was incredibly good at skiball and air hockey. he was not that great at whack-a-mole, however. he would miss it, and he would start getting frustrated which only made it worse. you, however, found it funny whenever he would get frustrated about hitting the plastic moles. and then you'd play it and be great. he'd stare at you with admiration, jealousy, and disbelief and that look would also get a laugh out of you.

he was pulling you into the direction of another game, you reached into your pocket to grab a token, and that's when you stopped, which caused him to jerk to a stop. he turned around to look at you, wondering silently why you had stopped.

"is something wrong, babe?" he asked you, worried that he mightve said or done something wrong.

"marc, we only have one token left," you said softly, showing his your hand that held the last token.

his hands immediately felt for his pockets, looking for maybe any that he might have. alas, he had none. the game he had wanted to play needed at least two tokens.

"whatre we gonna do?" you asked, looking around at the other games around you, trying to find one that you both could play for one token.

"we're gonna make it count," he said definitively, grabbing your hand, eyes targeted on a game, as he pulled you towards it.

when you stopped in front of it, you looked at him questioningly. "marc?"

"yeah?"

"this is Pac-Man," you pointed out.

"yes is it," he answered, a proud smile on his face.

"how're we both gonna play this?" you questioned, wondering why he chose this one.

"together. we both hold the stick. we both get to decide where he goes. we win together or we lose together."

and as sweet as that was, especially since you both liked to win, you still were uncertain.

"oh come on! this game is a classic, baby! even steven knows that this game is essential to any arcade experience," he looked to his reflection in the game's glass, and getting a nod from his alter, then looking back to you like you as if to say 'see!' as if you had seen stevens nod. "plus, i haven't played this game on so long! i used to play it all the time with ran—when I was younger!"

you had caught his correction. and of course you knew why and what he was going to say. he had told you about his childhood and all that stuff. you obviously knew steven and jake, considering that you were also seeing steven, and you and jake were just talking and flirting at the moment. but you heard his slip in his excitement.

you could clearly see how much this meant to him, how much he wanted to play it, and how much he wanted to play it with you.

"okay, let's do this," you said, cracking your knuckles, as if to show you mean business. he laughed and cheered as you agreed.

so you let him call the shots. you put the token in and you both grabbed the joy stick, his hand on top of yours as you both directed the yellow ball across the screen. you both probably seemed like mad people, laughing when you tried to go in different directions, yelling in worry when you almost got caught by the ghosts, or yelling in joy when you'd get the fruit or one of the big blue dots that let you eat the ghosts. but you both were enjoying the game, enjoying being so close to each other.

"YES!" both of you yelled as you won the game, fists raised in the air in victory. you turned to each other, hugging each other, before he leaned down to kiss you real quick before grabbing all the tickets you had won.

"now let's get these bad boys to the prize counter," you said, making him laugh as you both had handfuls of tickets.

and when you got to the counter, you had to bury your face in marc's shoulder to keep from laughing at the look of terror on the face of the poor kid working the counter. he laughed quietly to himself as he wrapped his arm around you to keep you close.

"you guys happen to know what you want?" the kid asked. you think was worried you were gonna take a long time, getting a bunch of small stuff.

"yea, can you get us the giant duck up there?" marc answered, causing you to look at him.

"i thought we were gonna get something we both wanted?" you said, wondering why he was getting the duck. you didn't think he would've wanted it.

"well i know you've been eyeballing it, and if it's what you want then it's what i want," he smiled at you, causing you to smile hugely.

"you still have enough tickets for another prize," the kid at the counter said, handing over the giant stuffed animal.

"let's get the blow up hammer," you said, looking at him. upon seeing his confusion you explained: "that way jake can get his anger out without bruising your knuckles or putting holes in the walls." you said making him laugh out loud as marc heard jake scoff and steven laugh as well.

"and now I can play whack-a-you," he said laughing along with you, as he lightly tapped your head with the inflatable hammer as you guys walked out of the arcade to head home for the night.

you were very happy with this date. you both spent time together, laughed together, yelled together, lost together, won together. you were just...together.

especially after when it came to one final arcade token.

[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they take a joke/prank too far (Iwaizumi,Daichi)

Word count: 1.9K

Genre:angst,fluff

AN: In the spirit of April Fools I tried to make my first work based on that I hope you enjoy!! (LOL I can’t actually believe this was the first thing I’ve ever written)

Iwaizumi:

“Okay so it’s April Fools Day who are we going to prank?” asked Makki “One of the first years?”

“Do we have to prank someone this year..” replied Iwaizumi “so childish”

“Iwa-Chan!” Oikawa said “Don’t be such a spoil sport.”

“Anyways, it can’t be a first year they’re boring to prank a first year coach will be mad at us, we need someone else.”

Just then, you enter the gym, catching their eye as you approach the group sitting on Iwaizumi’s lap “Hey babe, I can still come over to yours to study right?” you ask.

“Yeah of course, practice finishes early so I'll be there before you.” He said

“Alright, see you then bye babe, bye guys” you said, giving Iwaizumi a kiss on the cheek sauntering off and waving at Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa.

“bye Y/N!” They teasingly responded in unison making you laugh.

As they watched you leave, it seemed as if a lightbulb pinged off in all of their heads (besides Iwaizumi) realizing who would be a great person to prank.  

After a lot of convincing, they finally got Iwaizumi in on the ‘harmless’ plan, all they needed to do now is wait on your arrival.

You’re finally done with school after a long and tiring day of exams upon exams and wanting nothing more than to cuddle with your boyfriend (after he teaches you Pythagoras theorem of course.) You did think he was acting weird when you met him this morning in the gym and throughout break and lunch but you just concluded that it was because he was having an ‘off’ day.

You reached his house and used a copy of his key that he gave you to enter we just enter houses up in this bitch  calling out his name “Zumi-babe, I'm here...”  

“Lets get this shit over with” you said tiredly

Upon entering, you notice none of the lights being on or curtains drawn ‘odd’ you think. You go upstairs going straight to his room hopefully to find your boyfriend in his bed or on his Xbox or something. To your surprise his bedroom door was somehow locked shut (even though not having a lock on his door anyways.) Suddenly, you hear creaks slowly trailing up the stairs and an eerie feeling surrounds you... now you start to feel pretty panicked jiggling the door handle to Iwaizumi’s door as it’s practically the only place you can go.

AN: I hate what I’m writing rn but onwards we right

The footsteps on the stairs start to quicken, and you almost certain that you felt something brush pass your shoulder only adding onto the panic and anxiety that you already feel. Ok, the footsteps on the stairs are basically right near you, so doing the only logical thing you can do you body slam the ‘person’ on the stairs as you motherfuckin should  as tears fill your eyes and you pick up bag bolting through the front door, slamming it shut now in full tears and shakingly scared.

You look behind you and see Iwaizumi’s front door re-open and out comes the ‘iNFaMouS sEiJOh fOuR’ in tears... of laughter. It seems that the boys were in laughing fits that their prank ‘payed off’ getting a reaction out of you. You couldn’t see Iwaizumi’s reaction, but you didn’t care you were hurt, annoyed and wanting to get into your bed.

Once you get home, you decide to block your so called ‘friends’ who decided to make you scared shitless and ignored Iwaizumi’s messages asking “where were you today”.... the AUDACITY.  

The next day, the boy’s seemed to realize the consequences of their actions after spending the whole day trying to get your attention only to be straight up ignored. Iwaizumi is immensely regretful after all his efforts to try talking to you were denied, he decided after his practice he was going to get you to talk to him or at least get you to listen to his apologies on what happened yesterday evening.

You left your clubroom and made your way to the school gate to go home.

“Y/N!” shouted Iwaizumi touching your shoulder making you flinch ‘wow did we really scare her that bad?”  

“What do you want iwa?” You asked very agitated

“Y/N I just want to apologize for yesterday, since it was April fools day and all the boys really wanted to prank someone and I-it just happened to be-”

“It just happened to be me. Right?” you interrupted “Gosh Iwaizumi, I was really scared.. I already had a tiring day and all I wanted was my boyfriend to teach me the stupid Pythagoras Theorem and cuddle me afterwards, but no you and your friends just had to be dicks for a day” you turn around planning to walk away before he grabs you again  

“Wait! Just wait y/n, im sorry and I wont ever prank you like that again” he pleaded

“.. and i’ll help you study?” he added pulling the sweetest face of all time to try and convince you  

“ugh, fine stop pulling that face... and you better teach me Pythagoras Theorem” you said rolling your eyes

“yeah yeah whatever you say y/n” he said pulling you under his arm and walking in the direction of his house.

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way this turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work  

Daichi:

You decided this morning that you were NOT going to participate in your annual April Day Fool’s prank with Tanaka and Noya... only because of your not-so new boyfriend Daichi saying he didn’t need his teammates corrupting you any longer so you decided to not get involved. With that being said you wouldn’t even think of your boyfriend pulling a prank on you so you didn’t think you’re getting pranked today.

In the gym, the boys were doing the usual: Hinata and Kageyama running after eachother, Tanaka and Noya oogling Kiyoko, Tsukishima listening to music, Yama and Yachi going over club schedules whilst Daichi sat with Sugawara and Asahi.

“So are you pranking anyone today?” sugawara asked

“Pranking someone, isn’t that a bit too juvenile suga?” Asahi replied

“Not you silly, Daichi” said sugawara “With Y/N on his arm they always have to stay on eachothers toes right..she’s a ‘jokester’ right?”

“...right?” Daichi hadn’t thought of it that way, he did know of all your joking escapades before you even got together and how you still liked to joke around now as you date.. He didn’t want you to think that you thought he was too boring for you ?

“Ok. What type of prank should I pull on her..”

Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi (who didn’t really contribute to Suga’s scheming) made a plan for you to meet him at the gym locker with the claims that he had a ‘surprise’ for you .. oh how he was wrong.

Daichi: meet me at the gym locker I have something to show you  

Y/N: Ok!! I’ll be there in 5 minutes

Daichi was nervous, and that was an understatement he didn’t want things to go left and have you thinking he couldn’t even do a simple prank. Once you got there, he saw heard you talking to Sugawara and Asahi outside the door about him wondering where he was in which Suga told you inside the locker room.

“Hey babe” you greeted “what's the occasion in why we’re in here?”

“I...uh..um I need to get something one second” Daichi spoke quickly and rushed out the room closing the door leaving you confused. Minutes passed, and you were now impatient and kinda scared since the room was dusty, dark and cold definitely not your place to be in. You tried texting Daichi but just your luck you have no service ://  

As time went on you tried opening the door but it was jammed shut no hope opening at all you forgot you left your bag outside which of course had your inhaler which did not help the sudden shortness of breath you started to get because of your asthma and claustrophobia. All you wanted was to get out of this room and talk to … Daichi.

Daichi. How convenient that he manage to slip away before the door got closed hmm but he wouldn’t intentionally prank you after ALL the lectures he gave you about not doing pranks this year right?

You didn’t notice how you started to cry and whimper wanting to leave.

On the outside, Daichi heard your cries and ordered Sugawara and Asahi to find the key to immediately get you out which it seems to take a while because Daichi has now stopped hearing your tears making him gulp in fear thinking something bad has happened to you in there.

Sugawara comes to you handing Daichi the keys, his handing shaking as he tries to unlock the door when he eventually does he finds you passed out on the ground of the dusty storage room. Very cliché I know ://

You wake up in the Nurses Office a bit confused on how you got there until your eyes land upon Daichi, remembering how you locked you in the Storage room where you had an asthma attack and passed out. You turned your body away from Daichi not wanting to talk to him right now after the hypocrisy he did.

“Y/N.. Are you alright?” He asked

“Do I look alright?” You responded in a bored tone

“I am really sorry Y/N... I know what I said to you about not doing pranks this year but Sugawara roped me into this and I didn’t want you to think I was too boring for you so I thought doing this prank would make you see me in a different light” he said

“yeah i saw you in a different light alright” you sassed, you then realised what he said ‘too boring’ kind of feeling less mad and more sad that he feels this way “Dai, you’d never be to boring for me … you’re one of the most funness is that a word? guys I've ever met.”

“really?” he asked  

“Of course! I’m kind of still mad at you for letting this happen but I do sort of understand why” you said giving him a hug.

You were eventually cleared to go home and as you left the clinic you saw Asahi and Sugawara standing at the door.  

“Y/N WE’RE SORRY” they bowed to you waiting on your responses

You chuckled slightly at their cuteness and ruffled both of their hair “all is forgiven, just make sure there’s ‘pranks’ this year “

Which they agreed upon.  

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way these turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work. Feedback is VERY MUCH APPRECIATED and request too since I will literally write whatever...

I may do a part 2 … any particular characters people want?

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 4

(The side characters strike again!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 3

L!MC= Lucifer’s kid | M!MC= Mammon’s kid | A!MC=Asmo’s kid

Let’s get right to it!

The Uncle That Hardcore Simps For His Spouse In the Most Wholesome Way (Diavolo)

Gasp! More half-demon kids? Oh my! Maybe if he tried again next year a kid of his own would pop down! Hang on- he hadn’t slept with a human in almost a century... dang. No kids for him...

...maybe...

Remember when I said Diavolo would try to do those stereotypical dad (tm) things and be hip with the kids? Yeah he keeps doing that.

The number of broken windows related to wayward baseballs goes up 150%. At least that’s how they all figured out that M!MC is nearsighted like their dad!

M!MC had developed a bit of a habit of telling Diavolo about cool human stuff and making the Crown Prince even more interested in the human world than normal.

You may be thinking “what’s so bad about that?” well, the number of yo-yos at RAD went up so high that Lucifer had to ban them.

Belphie and Satan, being the rebels they are, became yo-yo masters specifically to spite Lucifer.

It was sort of like the fidget spinners craze if you were in school for that.

Oh, hi Lord Diavolo. What’s a fidget spinner? It’s this- I should stop talking...

Since no one learned their lesson from the previous incident, Diavolo threw another BBQ.

“Why are we doing this again?” L!MC asked to no one in particular.

“Don’t worry, L!MC. I’ve taken every precaution possible to make sure that what happened last time doesn’t happen again.” Diavolo said and continued in his crusade to cover the entire pathway with sidewalk chalk doodles.

L!MC, Luke, Diavolo, M!MC, Belphie, and A!MC were all busily drawing a wide variety of doodles and drawings with chalk while the other guests milled around nearby. A!MC was in the middle of drawing quite the nice looking Cerberus chibi, while M!MC and Belphie were drawing a lot of stick figures. L!MC and Luke had just finished a wonderful drawing of... an alpaca? Giraffe? Thing...? Hell, even they didn’t know what it was.

Diavolo looked over at M!MC’s stick figure army with a big smile on his face. “So what are all of them doing? It looks like that one’s flying!”

You could practically hear the Addam’s Family theme play as M!MC and Belphie looked at each other and grinned.

“Oh Belphie was just talking about L!MC’s flying lesson fails and I felt that an artist’s rendition was needed.” M!MC explained, he began to point out certain doodles. “Here’s L!MC getting up off the ground, then there’s them actually flying, and this is them falling in the fountain.”

L!MC looked over at the chalk and glared at M!MC. “It’s generous to call that an artist’s rendition. It looks like crap.”

“And what did you draw?” Belphie smirked at the alpaca-giraffe-thing, Luke protectively covered up the drawing (side note, Luke was wearing white and playing with sidewalk chalk, by the end of the day he looked like a walking pride flag).

“None of your business!” Luke huffed.

“And what about that one?” Diavolo seemed completely oblivious to the hostility brewing between the two groups, A!MC was completely used to this and walked away to grab a drink.

“Ah, good eye, Lord Diavolo!” M!MC chirped. “This is a drawing of the time L!MC almost burned down your kitchen.”

Diavolo laughed and gave M!MC a few pats on the head. “Very accurate!”

“You’re so lucky I followed the rules and didn’t bring a water gun...” L!MC growled as they slowly reached for their backpack.

“Yeah... lucky. Real lucky...” M!MC nodded as they tried to casually reach for their bag, Belphie followed suit.

“I’m so glad we all followed the rules.” Luke smiled, his own hand inching towards his bag.

There was a brief moment of stillness before the four of them whipped out their water guns and pointed them at each other.

“This BBQ ain’t big enough for the both of us!” M!MC’s terrible cowboy impression aside, their gun was poised to shoot directly at Luke and L!MC’s alpaca-giraffe-thing.

“Everyone, I know this is a human world tradition but-”

Belphie silenced Diavolo by pointing his water gun at him. “Sh, don’t talk unless you have a water gun as well.”

Deciding not to smite Belphie for treason, Diavolo pulled his own water gun out of his shirt. “Okay, what now?”

“Now, we’re in a standoff...” L!MC glowered at M!MC, the air was practically crackling with hostility...

Until a burst of flames got everyone to whirl around to see A!MC with hairspray and a lighter.

“No water guns! I refuse to go home shivering and covered in grass again!”

Crisis averted. Everyone went to go fail at throwing beanbags into a hole instead of shooting each other.

That was probably for the best... Belphie filled everyone’s water guns with paint.

The Uncle That Does All the Cooking for Family Dinners (Barbatos)

Remember how I said that Barbs liked smol Lucifer? Yea, he likes smol Asmo too. Smol Asmo is willing to admit that they don’t know how to use an oven and is willing to learn.

M!MC is formally banned from being within 50 feet of the kitchen. It’s for the best.

A!MC often tries to get Barbatos to look into the possible futures so they can see if they can avoid messing anything up and A!MC is just so adorable that Barbatos actually thinks about it.

He still says no every single time.

“Could you at least tell me if I have the possibility of doing something embarrassing in the near future?”

“My apologies, A!MC, but no.”

“P-please?”

“The answer remains the same.”

A!MC sighed and went back to helping chop vegetables. Under Barbatos’ tutelage, A!MC’s cooking ability had increased tenfold, they could now make as many burgers as they wanted without worrying about burning down the kitchen.

Pitying the anxious half-demon, Barbatos sighed. “I cannot confirm nor deny a future where your outfit gets ruined.”

A!MC perked up. “H-huh?”

“I cannot confirm nor deny a future where your outfit gets ruined.”

Quickly understanding what Barbatos was trying to do, A!MC quickly nodded and spent the rest of the cooking time carefully taking note of their surroundings.

“Hey! What’re you guys doin’?” M!MC had managed to get in... damn! Everyone must have been putting their best efforts in keeping Solomon away from the kitchen and forgot about M!MC...

“We’re just finishing up, M!MC,” Barbatos had on his ‘oh no...’ smile. “We don’t need any help.”

“Really? You guys sure?”

“Why are you so interested?” A!MC asked.

“Lucifer said that idle hands are the devil’s playthings and that I should go look for something productive to do.” M!MC huffed. “Very ironic phrase.”

“F-fine, I guess you can...” A!MC searched for the least destructive task they could give. “Take the utensils and set the table.”

M!MC gave them a mock salute and grabbed the utensils, as they turned to leave, they knocked a large bowl of chopped fruit over, sending the fruit pieces flying.

Remembering Barbatos’ prediction, A!MC didn’t bother to try and stop the fruit from falling, they only grabbed the nearest big plate they could find and shielded their outfit from harm. The fruit splattered harmlessly against the shield.

“Whoops... my bad. You alright, A!MC?” M!MC asked as A!MC inspected their outfit.

“Y-yes actually...” A!MC turned to Barbatos, who was already getting the cleaning supplies.

“Thank you!” A!MC whispered.

Barbatos smiled and nodded. “You’re very welcome, A!MC.”

Barbatos now has two sorta-children. A!MC and Luke!

M!MC means well, I swear! He just shouldn’t be allowed in a cooking environment!

The Cousin That Your Mom Points at and Goes “Look at Him, He Helps With the Dishes, Be More Like Him.” (Simeon)

Oh man... time for some more embarrassing stories.

“Asmo was the most adorable child, it’s a shame he was such a troublemaker...”

“Really? My dad?”

“What about mine?”

“I think you can guess.”

I cannot comment on Simeon’s help with flying lessons because I refuse to Headcanon what Simeon’s wings look like until canon gives us a GLIMMER. LIKE SERIOUSLY SOLMARE IM CURIOUS-

I have a feeling the children were quite curious as well.

“What do you think his wings look like?” M!MC asked A!MC as the two peered around the corner of one of the hallways in Purgatory Hall.

“I bet they’re super nice. But besides that...” A!MC leaned over and squinted. “Why is Simeon writing with a pen and pencil? He’s writing a book... shouldn’t he use a computer?”

“Bold of you to assume he knows how to use a computer.” M!MC snickered.

A!MC frowned. “Don’t be mean... I’m sure he knows how...”

Simeon picked up his DDD and took a picture of his face, seemingly by accident, with the flash on, causing him to drop the phone in surprise.

“Probably...”

The two surveyed their angel friend like two wildlife documenters, here we see, the Simeon, not in his natural habitat, surrounded by confusing technology...

“Do you think if we scare him his wings might pop out in surprise?” M!MC wondered aloud, A!MC shrugged.

“Maybe... but I don’t think we should bother him...” A!MC whispered. “He looks busy.”

“What are you two doing?”

It took literally every bit of willpower for the two half demons to not scream in absolute terror at the sudden interruption.

Ah... it was just Solomon... in an apron... Solomon... in cooking clothes...

Oh no.

“Spying on Simeon?” Solomon asked.

“N-no...” A!MC giggled nervously. “Just crouching casually in this hallway...”

“...smooth, A!MC.” M!MC rolled their eyes.

“Well, it’s great that you two are here, I made lunch!”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other in pure horror, they needed to get out of there!

“Uh- um... we’d love to but...” M!MC looked around frantically before just pointing at a random spot behind Solomon. “LOOK! A DISTRACTION!”

A!MC and M!MC ran out of there as fast as their legs could carry them. Finding out if Simeon had wings was not worth being poisoned. Not at all...

Good ol’ Simeon... Mr. Cristopher Peugeot on the other hand- M!MC had some questions for him.

“TSL is literally the most popular book series ever, does that mean you’re completely loaded?”

“Oh, no I’m not, I don’t have any use for human world money in the Celestial Realm. All the profits go to charity.”

“...Dude really?”

“That’s nice of you, Simeon!”

“You didn’t keep any of it..?”

Wait... Who the Hell Are You..? (Solomon)

So A!MC basically has three dads; Fabulous-dad, butler-dad, and wizard-dad!

“So you just... have capes lying around?”

“Yes, would you like a cape?”

“Okay if they don’t take the cape I want it.”

Solomon shows up to RAD with his nails painted different wacky styles every week, courtesy of A!MC.

Though- the unholy combination that is M!MC and Solomon is feared by all.

“Road work ahead?”

“Uh, yeah I sure hope it does.”

Solomon and M!MC’s rampant quoting of vines elicited another glare from Lucifer.

Despite Solomon having literally been alive since the seven rulers of hell were angels, he had kept up with pop culture fairly decently. Decently enough that M!MC had someone that wasn’t Levi to bounce memes off.

“Pff...” M!MC suppressed a laugh at a seemingly normal water bottle advertisement. “Enslaved moisture.”

“I’m not going crazy, right Simeon? You’re hearing this too?” Lucifer tiredly turned to the angel, who shook his head.

“This is just the tip of the iceberg. Solomon quacked at M!MC earlier and they lost their minds laughing about it.” Simeon shrugged, unbothered by the sorcerer and the half demon’s rampant meme-ing behind them.

Lucifer on the other hand, was quite bothered. Incredibly bothered, if you will. “If you two don’t shut up right now I’m going to-”

“Quick! We must abscond!” Solomon turned and heelied away, followed by M!MC. The shoes that Mammon bought to replace the ones lost during the casino incident were apparently heelies as well...

The day was saved when a rock jammed one of Solomon’s wheels and he slammed face first into the concrete. Yikes... that had to hurt.

A!MC had fun glow in the dark bandaids for Solomon to patch up his face. Even though he he could heal himself with magic, he let A!MC do what they wanted because they were just too adorable to say no to.

Asmo has pictures

The Cousin Squad (tm)

(Luke, L!MC, A!MC, and M!MC)

Ah yes, the bab squad. The most adorable group in the Devildom. Surrender your candy immediately or face destruction.

M!MC teases the crap out of Luke, and A!MC tries to stop it, but L!MC is the one who manages to actually make M!MC stop.

Only L!MC gets to pick on the smol angel. GOT IT?!

A!MC and Luke are already baking buddies because of butler-dad so they get along swimmingly.

Poor Luke’s the victim of many of M!MC’s shenanigans.

Luke: Are you sure this is safe, M!MC?

M!MC (about to put mentos into the bottle of coke Luke is holding): No.

L!MC and A!MC get along really well, being honest, everyone loves A!MC.

A!MC makes sure L!MC gets some sleep because they don’t want their cousin picking up on Lucifer’s habit of living off of coffee and coffee alone. L!MC doesn’t get it but they’re very grateful anyway.

M!MC and A!MC were friends from the start. Well... M!MC decided they were friends right from the start and A!MC did not have the ability to fight the power of friendship.

M!MC: You are being befriended. Please do not resist.

Since M!MC is great and amazing like their pop, they took it upon themselves to be the friend that speaks up when A!MC is too nervous to do so.

M!MC and L!MC? Lucifer and Mammon 2 electric boogaloo. Sorta.

L!MC and M!MC bicker all the time but the babs bounce back from their fights way easier.

One minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next they’re showing each other memes.

“There’s no escaping this.”

Lucifer stood between M!MC and the door... their one way ticket to freedom...

“You need to go to the dentist.”

The entire HOL plus the Purgatory Hall crew were getting ready to go visit the dentist to get their teeth cleaned. It was the time of the year that Mammon dreaded most... and his child felt the same way.

“My teeth are fine! Lemme stay home! I’ll hold down the fort with dad!” M!MC smiled and nodded as enthusiastically as they could, but even the most unobservant person couldn’t miss the sweat beading on their forehead.

“Beel.” Lucifer snapped his fingers and before M!MC could do anything Beel had thrown them over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Don’t worry M!MC, the dentist isn’t that scary.” Beel tried to assure them. By the way M!MC was still kicking and screaming, they were not convinced.

“Y-yeah kiddo, suck it up! Don’t be a baby! I’m just gonna take my car there-”

“MAAAAAAMOOOON?!”

“YIKES!”

Lucifer had the important task of keeping a hold of Mammon as the very large group made their way to the dentist’s office.

A devious little idea popped into L!MC’s head as they all sat down in the waiting room. They began to hum a familiar little tune.

“She said be a deeeentiiiist~ a dentist!” L!MC sang to M!MC, who’s attempts to escape increased tenfold after hearing the song.

A!MC began to hum along, not seeming to notice the commotion going on next to them.

“Son be a deeentiiiiiist~ people will pay you for causing them PAIN! She said be a deeentiiiiiist~”

Belphie perked up and smiled deviously as he realized what L!MC was doing, he began to sing along as well. The three were a veritable choir of terror to poor M!MC. Mammon did not understand his child’s terror and was more unnerved by what a great team Belphie and L!MC made.

Satan rolled his eyes and tried to focus on his book, Asmo was absorbed in his magazine, Levi was having a very in depth conversation with the fish in the aquarium, Simeon and Solomon chatted about school, and Luke was stuck watching the train wreck go down.

Thankfully, it was halted by Lucifer. “L!MC, A!MC, Belphegor, stop tormenting M!MC with show tunes.”

“You would have made a good dentist in another life, Lucifer,” Belphie cooed. “You know what they say, the only difference between a dentist and a sadist is that one has newer magazines.”

Asmo grimaced at his magazine. “Is it the sadist? Because I’m reading a magazine from 1843...”

The conversation was interrupted by one of the dental hygienists coming into the waiting room and saying that Mammon was up first. The Avatar of Greed’s final escape attempt was foiled by Satan (not even looking up from his book) clotheslining him.

Thirty minutes later, Mammon emerged from the forbidden dentist room, with the look of trauma in his eyes and eating a lollipop.

One by one, the group went in, A!MC took it upon themselves to try and make the rapidly panicking Luke feel better.

“It won’t be too scary, in the human world dentists are usually very nice.” A!MC smiled encouragingly.

“I-I’m sure that’s true but...” Luke looked around. “We aren’t in the human world...”

Asmo skipped back in and flashed a blinding grin to the group. “Absolutely perfect, no flaws! It’s your turn, A!MC!”

“If you die I get to say I told ya so!” M!MC shouted as A!MC walked into the dentist’s room.

They did not in fact, die because of the dentist. A!MC walked out and gave a thumbs up. “The dentist said they had never seen a kid with such perfect teeth.”

“That’s my baby!” Asmo chirped.

“M!MC, you’re up.” A!MC and Beel had to practically drag the poor kid out of the room and into the dentist area of doom.

“GO BE A DEEEEEENTIIIIIIST!” Belphie and L!MC shouted one last time as the doors shut. Wow, what dickheads...

Mammon probably would have tried to save his poor little bugger, but he was in the middle an impromptu therapy session with Simeon over the scary scraping dentist knife thingie.

Beel was the last to go, and he walked out of the dentist’s room with his face covered in blood, the dentist walked out after him, missing a hand.

“You tasted like toothpaste.” Beel sighed. “Not good.”

“Don’t worry,” The dentist said to Luke, who looked like he was about to pass out. “My hand will grow back in about four to five minutes.”

Luke, still terrified, nodded. L!MC patted him on the shoulder.

“Anyway, almost all of you are fine, but I have to recommend M!MC to the orthodontist.” The dentist flipped through their notepad one-handed. “Their secondary set of fangs are coming out crooked and need to be corrected with braces immediately.”

M!MC sat calmly for a moment, then attempted to sprint out the door. “NO NO NO NO NO!” One of the dental hygienists grabbed them by the back of their shirt and halted their escape.

“Sucks to be you.” L!MC smirked.

“And L!MC needs to fix their cross bite, braces are a strong possibility.”

The colour drained from L!MC’s face as the news dawned upon them. “Pardon, but what exactly are you talking about..?”

“Your top jaw and bottom jaw aren’t properly lined up.” The dentist explained. “It will lead to problems later if it’s not fixed now.”

Lucifer rubbed his temples and sighed. “L!MC, if you try and run away I swear...”

L!MC stiffened and shook their head. “I’m not some coward, I’m not running away. Just... what exactly are you going to do to my mouth?”

The dentist pulled up a few pictures of the braces and explained what would be done. L!MC nodded, and turned to their father with a big smile on their face.

“It won’t be so bad, mind if I go to the bathroom before I get the mold for my teeth made?”

Lucifer nodded and almost audibly sighed in relief. He basked in the glory of having a child that wasn’t afraid of the dentist and faced their fears like an adult-

L!MC sprinted past the dentist’s office, they had busted out of the bathroom window.

“...Beel.”

“Yep.”

A few minutes later, Beel returned with a completely irate L!MC who was screaming their demands to be put down and be allowed to run for the hills. Taking advantage of the distraction, M!MC ran for the door again, only for Belphie to tap them on the forehead.

M!MC collapsed into a snoring heap on the floor.

“FATHER! DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS!” L!MC practically screamed as they tried to wrestle themselves out of Beel’s bear hug.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “L!MC, calm yourself down. It’s just braces.”

“AS EVERYONE HERE AS MY WITNESSES I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! NEVER!”

The half-demons in need of braces were dragged right back into the dentist’s area... poor fools.

“They’ll be okay... right?” Luke asked.

“Of course they will be. It’s just braces.” Simeon patted Luke on the head. “They’ll both be fine.”

The scream that came from down the hall right after Simeon said that did not reassure anyone.

“Hey,” Mammon piped up. “How much do braces cost?”

“From what I know about dental procedures,” Satan rubbed his chin. “A few thousand Grimm.”

“Mammon if you try and run for that door I will cut your credit card into a thousand pieces.” Lucifer growled.

Overall, it was a fairly average trip to the dentist. 0/10 would not recommend. A few weeks later L!MC and M!MC were fitted with their mouth prisons- I mean braces, and the two cousins bonded over their horrific mouth pain...

Seriously- braces suck.

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So! Those are the headcanons! Four and a half whole parts... phew... To all the people who enjoyed this series, thank you so so much for reading! You guys have been so super nice!

Fret not, I plan on writing more for this universe! From what I know about season 2 of Obey Me things will get... interesting. Stay tuned for more! Or don’t, I can’t force you.

...or can I?

[limerancy-fics]

Anonymous asked: Thoughts on 2.7's Event "Perilous Trail" ?

— oooohhh my god okay so i finally did it. its been checks calendar almost three months but i finally did it. and im-- oh god. im in so much pain. first off, the part where xiao was fighting bosacius and we could hear his voice??? he sounded so hurt, so in pain, so /wrecked/ (emotionally). he asked zhongli for permission to go to the chasm to search for the nameless yaksha, not expecting to find anything, and he found…what was left of his brother. his big brother. his leader. someone who, apparently, was now turning on him and either didnt remember who he was, or barely remembered just enough to know who xiao was.

xiao out here not wanting anyone to hurt for him or be hurt bc of him but not realizing that putting himself in danger, trying to sacrifice himself, and refusing to let anyone help him is hurting ppl more than his karma would

xiao insisting that yakshas are beings of slaughter…yet the others all wanted normal lives after their duties were finished. they all wanted to live as normal people but none of them ever got to. he says he was the only one who didnt (likely bc of what he was forced to do and went through under the evil god) but i think he just didn't think he deserved to want that, much less actually have it. the fact that he's willing to consider what the others, specifically yanfei, said about his flaws is…wow. character development (at least…the beginning of it)

bosacius….im in so much pain. he didn't know who he was, he was losing his memory, confusing other people for his family (/HE WANTED TO SEE THEM AGAIN IM SO--/), yet he still was willing and able to fight and keep the khaenri'ahn "monsters" (idk if it was just hilichurls or like. rift hounds and ruin guards as well) from overtaking liyue. a few people survived, but they survived. because he was willing to seal himself in there and die there. and in the end, he remembered his family, he remembered who he was. i was literally on the verge of tears bc he remembered in the end. he didn't die angered and mad and hysterical like the others. he died a hero, someone who could fondly look back and remember the people he loved, who remembered who he was and what he was meant to do

and then after, with xiao willing to tell the traveler about some things. bc zhongli said they're a witness, and xiao wants the memories of his family to live on even if he doesn't. and the fact that he went to pervases's temple (also…pervases being younger than him was not something i expected but punched me straight through the heart anyway) and just stood there, thinking, with all those expressions on his face but traveler knowing for certain that there's so much more under the surface than they could ever see

i think this was def a turning point for xiao and we'll (hopefully) start to see some character development in future patches with him

also i love itto so much he's so stupid and i love him himbo supreme

[yesimwriting]

Falling Angels: chapter two

A/n took me longer to get around to writing part 2 than i thought!! i didn’t know there was an audience for this idea but im glad you guys liked it!!

Im adding a country to the grishaverse to make my story work,, def not a big deal i just needed a country in which i could control the history of without worrying about conflicting with cannon lol 

Link to part one: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/yesimwriting/652318577650696192 (lmk if this works ive never linked something to a tumblr post lol)

Series Summary: Y/n is a rising star in the most famous circus in Ketterdam because of her ability to see the future. Unfortunately for her, Kaz Brekker knows more of her backstory than he should, and he’s willing to use that to his advantage. The one thing he’s not betting on? That he doesn’t know her entire story

Chapter summary: Y/n gets a visitor before getting tricked into the most dangerous show of her life. 

Pairng: SOC x reader, Kaz Brekker x sunshine-y! Psychic! Reader 

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My father seemed to love me more after two glasses of something amber. It was after these two glasses that he would tell me realities his inebriated self believed I needed to internalize. He’d pat my head affectionately and smiled at me as he told me that the world was a bad place. Most of his lessons are lost in my mind, but the one I remember most clearly is that there’s no such thing as a kept secret. There’s always a leak or a flaw or a factor you could not account for. He told me that if I wanted to keep a secret, I would have to decide what I was willing to risk for it. 

I know from Seria’s reaction to his presence that listening to Kaz is a risk, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take for my secret. “I don’t know what you think I am, but you’re mistaken.” It doesn’t really matter that he believes me. I have the paperwork I need to disprove him. “I have to get to my tent.” 

“The princess gets her own tent?” His words are saturated by mock casualness but I can feel his pride on how he delivered that line. 

My body is still tense from balancing over flames and his confidence only adds to my desire to unravel. I can’t get angry here. Not at him. Not with the way he grips that cane of his. “I don’t understand what--” 

“You may be able to play pretend here where no one wants to look twice at you, but I know what you are.” His stiffness leaves my skin prickling. “I know who you are.” 

I swallow back my panic. “Then who am I?” 

“You’re that king’s bastard--the one with a high bounty on her head.” Don’t back down. Even the smallest crack will confirm his story. “As long as she’s returned alive.” 

Thoughts of what my father would do to me if ever given the chance strike me with more anxiety than his presence does. “I’ve heard of the girl you’re talking about,” I admit, the lie leaving me as easily as the air leaves my lungs when I exhale. “But I’m not her.” 

“You’re not from Ketterdam, if you were you would have known who I was after you friend referred to me as Dirtyhands.” I have no defense, but I never claimed to be from Ketterdam. “You make your business claiming to be a psychic.” I am a psychic, but now is not the time to make that argument. “Elkosa is a relatively small and self efficient port kingdom, the island is nothing more than a jagged coastline barely larger than Ketterdam, but I have connections in all places.” He knows someone from Elkosa? I have to fight the instinct to move all of my weight on the balls of my feet, prepared to run. “A captain of the royal fleet told me the story of the night the King’s bastard ran into the meeting room the night before ten ships were meant to sail to Ravka.” 

He studies my reaction as I struggle to keep my expression blank. “None of that seems connected.” 

“Patience is a virtue most Saints are familiar with.” I roll my eyes. “The bastard couldn’t have been more than nine at the time, but the guards did not want to let her in. The King told them to let her interrupt. The sailor noted this because he had never made an exception to his meeting before. The girl described a nightmare to her father, a nightmare of a storm and ten dead birds. The king did not comfort her, she finished her story by saying that he asked to know about all of her dreams. She went back upstairs and the King continued the meeting as normal but the next day the King cancelled the trip.”

I remember that night as the night I realized that if I’m not careful, I’ll feel what I see in my visions. It felt like I was drowning. I felt the death of each of those men and instead of comforting me, my father nodded once like I had offered him advice and sent me back to my room. “And?” My defense is weak, my mind too lost in the memories of drowning. “Many smaller countries are superstitious.” 

“The next day the worst storm to have impacted that ocean occurred. For four nights and three days the storm continued.” 

I press my nails into my palms. “You don’t believe that I am precognitive, so that sailor’s unverified story has nothing to do with me.” 

“A princess that can see the future disappears at the same time a failing circus hires a girl who has no business in this city who claims to be able to see the future.” He adjusts his stance, taking pressure off the cane as if he’s preparing to need to use it for something else. “I am not fool enough to believe in coincidence.” 

“And I am not fool enough to crack beneath the vague threats of a man. In my experience, men always threaten with a blade when really all they’re in possession of is a butter knife. Try to drag me from here kicking and screaming, find a way to incapacitate me and put me on a ship to Elkosa, but when the King sees that you brought him a stranger he will have your head.” 

He blinks, expression hard as stone. I tense, preparing for a physical blow. “I didn’t expect you to be a half-decent liar, but I should have.” I bite my tongue to avoid resorting to something I can’t take back. Like begging. “Even if it’s in only half your blood.” 

“I am not her.” My stubbornness burns more than the need to survive. I inhale, hoping to shake the grasp of the sensation but it only worsens. The pinch of dread in my chest is heavy and familiar. A vision. 

No. Not now--not in front of him. I push against it even though I know that only makes it worse. Not now. Not now. I should be grounding myself but all I can think about is how stupid I am and how bad this situation is.

--

“I’m not an idiot, I know to be quiet. I see myself crouched somewhere dark. 

“Being defensive doesn’t make you any more intelligent.” It takes me a minute to recognize Kaz in the darkness. 

We’re somewhere small, our backs against the same wall but our shoulders do not touch. This vision is enshrouded by the feel of panic. 

This other me grimaces, but her eyes lack anger, “Remind me why I agreed to help you again?” 

“You never told me why,” he admits, “you can change your mind on participating and I can change my mind on whether or not you're more useful than your father’s money.”

Something loud crashes from behind the door we’re both staring at. “You’ll have no use for me or my father’s money if we die here.” I squeeze my hands together. 

He hesitates, “My ghost will.” 

The future-me almost smiles. “I wonder if I’ll be able to see ghost futures.” I hesitate, something strange behind my eyes. “I wonder if that can exist, if there’s a future beyond endings.” 

Future-Kaz is silent for a long second. “There should be,” he says, “for someone like you, at least.” 

I watch the way I take in his words. “You’d be there, too,” my voice is low, “your ghost at least.” I turn my head, staring at the door instead of him, “If you weren’t, I’d miss the brooding.” 

--

The vision leaves me with sweaty palms and swirling thoughts. All of my visions do that. Not all of them make me feel so confused. Apparently, he needs help and I agree to do so. At one point we’ll be pushed into a life or death situation and I won’t loathe him. 

I blink twice, forcing myself to hold onto the reality in front of me. I don’t have to agree--the future isn’t set in stone. For all I know tomorrow morning I’ll have a vision in which he kills me. 

“Are you ignoring me?” 

Shaking my head, I turn to face him. “You need help.” I don’t wait for his reaction. “You’re not here to return someone to the King of Elkosa, you’re here because you need someone that can see the future.” 

“I--” 

“It’s not that you won’t take me to Elkosa, it’s that you’d rather use my abilities for something.”

I’m confusing him again, but that’s okay. I’d rather deal with him confused than angry. “I need to know how a certain business deal of mine is going to be worth what it costs.”

He’s spent the entire time claiming he doesn’t believe in my power. Was that some kind of tactic? In the vision I saw, despite the panic surrounding the situation I didn’t feel panicked around him. The probability of that future occurring is probably low. I’ve been wrong before, the future changes too much for me to know everything. 

“That’s not how readings work,” I admit, “I don’t have that much control on them. Most of them come to me randomly. The events I see always involve me or someone I care about to a certain capacity. I can give someone a general glimpse into their future but I can’t promise I’ll see what they want. Sometimes I can see the general vision by just focusing on their energy but usually I need some physical contact for it to work.” That seems like a fair explanation. “Oh--and not all of my predictions come true, most are blurry, few are solid--the future is always moving.” 

Wait...the vision I saw where I was with Kaz wasn’t blurry. Those can be wrong, but it’s much rarer. Do I really agree to this? 

“Then maybe I should make it involve you.” His aggression has me forcing myself to stand my ground. He can threaten me all he wants but that won’t change things. “Or take the money your father would give me and cut my losses.” 

Every time I’ve purposefully destroyed a solid vision, something bad has happened. I’m genuinely considering it. “What do you need a psychic for, anyways?” 

“To get through the Fold.” 

Despite everything, I laugh. “I’ve never seen anyone get through the Fold, literally or in my visions.” 

He’s unphased by my doubt. “It’s happened.” 

I really don’t want to help him. “Well then good luck, I’m happy to part ways here.” 

I manage one step forward before he moves his cane in front of my path. I’m getting tired of this. “You’re assisting me one way or the other, whether that aid will be financial or through your services is up to you.” 

Anger pinches in my stomach the way it often does when I’m told what to do. The one thing centering me is the vision still reflecting in my thoughts. There’s no denying it--I had felt comfortable with him. There is a future in which I feel comfortable with him and I’m not sure I’ll be able to avoid it. 

“I won’t get in trouble for you,” I tell him, “The Ringmaster holds onto those indentured to him, especially the commodities that bring him profit.” 

There’s something stiff about his silence. I wonder if he’s always like this, pushing the weight of his presence onto those around him without saying a word. “When I have a goal, it is achieved. I’ll speak to him.” 

I cannot imagine a conversation I want to be involved in less. The Ringmaster and this man that Seria had labeled ‘Dirtyhands’. “I just had a vision--I saw your entire conversation and it ends with you missing an arm.” His stoic expression does not shift. “Okay, I’m aware that it wasn’t the funniest joke, but throw me a bone--you threatened to kidnap me and sell me to my father in order to extort me and I’ve been nothing but polite to you.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, something in his expression changing in a way I can’t read. “All you’ve done is lie since the moment you started to speak to me.” 

The optimist in me would like to think that his annoyance counts for banter. I shrug, feeling a little lighter than I did a second ago. I’m certainly not comfortable but I’m starting to see how to put up with the tension without letting it strain me. “Well, polite for my standards.” 

I let him brood. “You must have done well as a royal.” 

My past cuts through the peace I managed to grab onto. It’s not his fault, he has no way of knowing what the castle was like for me. I open my mouth, but I don’t know what I’m going to say. “I had my moments,” I finally settle on, hoping the echo of pain isn’t visible behind my eyes. 

I guess it doesn’t matter if he sees me bleed. He’s heartless, and I hate sympathy. 

“Y/n,” Seria’s voice is genuine anger, “You’ve turned into an idiot--first the tightrope walk and now entertaining whatever deal he’s trying to coax from you.” I love Seria, she’s the reason I didn’t die in the street when I first arrived in Ketterdam, but she sees me as a mindless child. “Whatever he told you, whatever he promised you--it’s a lie.” 

“He hasn’t promised me anything.” I need to calm her down. Once she’s calm, everything will be normal again. “And he knows.” I don’t have to turn to feel the way Seria gapes at me. “He knows who I am, so I have to do what he wants.” 

“You never have to do anything a man is forcing onto you, y/n. We’ll find a way--” 

“Seria, it’s fine,” I reach to touch her arm, “I’ll be fine, you can’t protect me from everything and you don’t have to.” 

Kaz throws a pointed glare at the man who was with him earlier. When did the stranger get here? “Boss, she’s faster than she looked, but I have what we need to get the girl--” 

“You’re late,” Kaz sighs, bored, “she’s agreed.” 

Wait--what was he going to do if I didn’t agree? “Out of curiosity, what are you talking about?” The man blinks twice, squeezing a rag between his ring-clad fingers. “You were going to use chloroform to kidnap me, weren’t you?” 

For some reason I don’t understand, the stranger gives me a look that’s a cross between sheepish and charming. “Nothing personal.” 

“Or original.” 

Seria pinches my arm. “Y/n,” she scolds, “your sense of humor is going to kill me one of these days.” 

I cringe, pulling my arm away. “When I met you, you were pickpocketing in the pleasure district, please remember that.” 

She rolls her eyes. “An attitude like that is going to leave you without a place to sleep at night.” 

I take her comment for the empty threat it is. Every other day she’s threatening to kick me out of her private trailer so that I’m forced to fight for cots or speak to the Ringmaster about my lodging arrangements. He’d give me what I want, but speaking to him feels so slimy I’d sleep in the woods before trying it. 

“Kaz.” I turn my head in time to see the girl that gave me the advice about the tightrope walker. “We need to go, he’s coming soon--you’ll do better to speak to him in the morning after she’s gone, that way he has nothing to hold over your head.” 

“Once I’m gone?” The girl had called me a Saint. I can appeal to her. “I’m not--I’m not going anywhere, I said I’d help.” 

Her eyes widen, sympathy reflected clearly in her dark irises. “There was never a version of this in which you ended up staying here.” I hear a hint of apology in her voice. “You won’t believe me, but I promise this will be better for you.” All of her pity is gone with those, replaced by something hard.

Seria responds for me, “I think you should go.” 

“What?” 

She almost smiles, but her eyes are painfully sad. “I never wanted you to be here forever. I don’t trust these people, but I trust their ability to get you out of here, even if only for a little while. Bad things are coming, and I think you’ll miss the worst of it if you go now.” 

What she alludes to is a blade in my heart. “You want me to leave you here to deal with it?” 

“Y/n, I’ve been hurt here more times than I can count--”

“No, I won’t leave y--” 

Seria squeezes my shoulder, “It’s not forever.” When she wants something, it’s almost impossible to get around it. “Besides, if I need you, you’ll see it.” 

My world feels to have lost the vibrance of color. I’ve left so much, but I let myself believe I wouldn’t leave her. I pull her into the hug. “The moment I see a vision of you in any type of danger, I’m coming back.” I hug her even tighter when she tries to pull away so that I can whisper something in her ear, “I’ll use this opportunity to leave the Ringmaster and then I’ll get you out, and together we’ll leave Ketterdam. We’ll find your child, like you always wanted to and they’ll know that they're lucky because they’re the only kid in the world to have you as a mother.” 

She squeezes me so tightly I find it hard to take full breaths. “Two,” Seria whispers, “I have two children.”

My eyes burn as her words find their way into my heart. “I love you, Seria.” 

“I love you too, my star,” she pulls away enough so that I can look her in the eye, “you don’t like being called a Saint, but I can’t think of anyone more deserving of the title.” 

Tears prick my eyes as she releases me. “I’ll find you.” 

“He’ll be coming soon,” the girl warns, “He spoke to an advisor about wanting to find you after the show.” 

No doubt to praise the fire stunt he forced onto me. Bastard. I nod once but I don’t move. I can’t bring myself to leave Seria until the girl places a hand on my elbow. 

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[alluringjae]

happy birth month and congrats on 400 followers!!! could i request "All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.” with jaehyun please? thank you and take care 🤍

PAIRING. jaehyun x fem!reader

WORD COUNT. 611

GENRE. fluff, romance, minor angst | established relationship!au

WARNINGS. none

author’s note: omfg im so so sorry for the late response!! i couldn’t work as speedy as i wanted bc work rlly beat my butt :( even if get november is ending but imma try to finish the remaining prompts!! anyways, enjoy <3

For the past few days, Jaehyun’s being acting… strange.

It started with going overtime with work at the office. Although you’re accustomed to it since he often is responsible for approving a lot of paperwork, getting back near midnight is rare. The dinner you cook for him at your apartment ends up cold, wherein he has to heat it up himself while you’re passed out on your bed.

Another thing you’ve noticed was how protective he’s gotten with his things. Sure, privacy is important in a relationship. But every time you’re in charge of placing laundry in your closets, he highly insists he’d do his. And to think laundry is his least favorite chore.

But the cherry on top is purposely buying you a day trip to Busan with your friends. Like literally right as soon as you woke up this morning, he informs of your sudden plan after breakfast. Before you can argue, your girl friends bombard your apartment and eagerly drag you out for a day of fun. At the corners of your eye, you swear you witness a smirk on his lips.

Definitely, you can’t deny how much enjoyment you earned today. It’s been forever since you’ve seen them all. Yet at the back of your mind, the skepticism tends to spike. You’d try to text Jaehyun in between activities, curious to know how his day is going.

No replies, at all.

Now you were feeling antsy, anticipating to confront your boyfriend once and for all. What on earth was going on?

The second your friends drop you off, you skip up the stairs to your apartment complex. As soon you took out your key and opened the doors, the math of all these occurrences begins to add up.

Bright candles lit a pathway to your mini balcony, which you followed to the end. There stood a recognizable man suited up for the occasion, leaning against the railing. He watches your expression jerk into awe, appreciating the rest of his set-up for the evening.

A table for two, where delicious homemade dishes and a bottle of champagne laid out. More candles were placed right in the center, providing more illumination from the dark skies. Though the stars are out, twinkling in its beauty down upon you and your lover.

Whom speaking of which, you failed to notice his gradual stance of standing up lowered to his knees. Or rather, on one knee. He courageously takes out a velvet box from his pocket, laying it on his palm before calling your name.

In the midst of admiring, it switched to astonishment once your eyes swivels its perspective. Your lover is down on one knee, courageously laying an open velvet box in his large palm. The sparkles of the diamond ring inside wins over the night sky competing for your attention.

“All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home.” Jaehyun professes, taking his free hand into yours. “And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

Jaehyun, the romantic he is, keeps it cliché. But nothing can go wrong if it’s executed well. Plus, it’s his charm. One of the charms that made you more excited and giddier as if you were both still starting out.

Glee races through your veins, all those negative thoughts going into thin air too. Because the more your eyes reflected back at Jaehyun’s, there’s nothing you’re more uncertain of.  

Your love for him was true and certain, and so was his.

With confidence, he asks. “Will you marry me, (Y/N)?”

“Yes, Jaehyun.” You tearfully say, gracing a smile like his. “From the bottom of my heart, yes.

[isitbussinjanelle]

so im not sure if you do requests but if you do can you make a raya and the last dragon fic where raya is like at namaari's place and she gets her period and she gets all embarrased and namaari is just like its fine and super chill and raya isnt used to it

idk why but my heart longs for a cute fic like this

I don't know why I struggled so much with writing this because I didn't know how to set it up...But I still love the idea of Raya being all embarrassed and flustered with something like this. I hope you enjoy. :)

Understanding

Word count: 989

Warnings: None

Raya Tossed a hacky-sack up and down, it is gaining momentum every time it tapped against the sealing and darted back down to her.

“Can you not?” Namaari sighed as she shuffled papers in her hands, a pair of glasses resting on her nose.

“I will not ‘not’. I’m bored and you won’t do anything with me so this is what you get.” She threw the ball harder, making sure it made a thud against the ceiling.

“We can do something when I finish this work…” Namaari trailed off while reading something.

“So never?”

Namaari didn’t respond, instead skimming through a short paragraph.

“Sorry what was that?” She jerked her head at Raya

“You always work. You never have any fun. In fact, you’re like a fun-killer.” She tossed the ball again. Namaari gasped.

“I know you didn’t. ‘tons of fun.” She put down her papers on her lap.

“I did, and not you’re not. Buzzkill. Im gonna to start calling you princess buzz kill.”

“Shut up.” Namaari side eyed her.

“What was that princess buzzkill?”

“I said shut up,” Namaari chuckled as she took her foot and pushed Raya off of the bed with it She yelped as the rolled off the side, laughing on the ground, Namaari was too.

“Uh…Raya?”

“Hm?” Raya got up from the floor to see Namaari pointing to the spot where Raya was sitting. There was a patch of red. Blood.

Raya’s eyes widened as she looked down at herself to find a drop of blood making its way down her leg.

“Ohmygoshimonmyperiod.” She said in a hushed voice to herself, a blush of embarrassment creeping onto her cheeks.

“Yeah I think so,” Namaari chuckled, only because Raya looked adorable when she blushed, and seeing her horrified face was amusing to.

Although Namaari laughing only made Raya feel worse. She grabbed her bag from the floor which hopefully had pads or tampons in it, and walked hastily to the restroom, locking the door behind her.

Namaari giggled at her franticness still. She didn’t get why she was making a big whoop about it. It was just a period.

But to Raya it was more than that. Especially considering that her crush just witnessed her bleeding in that certain way, looking like a fool afterwards, all while laughing. Namaari didn’t mean any harm though.

She would never laugh at Raya for something like that.

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“Ugh…” Raya groaned into her knees, curled up on the toilet on the verge of tears. That might have been the most embarrassing thing she has ever had to endure.

She had already changed underwear, thankfully there being an extra one in her bag, and put a tampon in. But she couldn’t go back out there. Namaari’s smiling face at her embarrassment replaying in her head.

She might just die in that restroom.

After a while, Namaari stopping scanning over her papers, realizing that Raya had been in there for a bit. She got a little worried. Then her thoughts traced back to her reaction of Raya getting her period and staining her bed. Of course, Namaari didn’t care about Raya’s period, or the bloodstain, because she understood what that kind of stuff was like.

But maybe Raya wasn’t that at ease about it.

“R-raya? You okay in there?” Namaari took to knuckled and knocked on the door. She heard a small sniffle.

“Yeah I'm good.”

“Hey I’m really, really sorry about laughing. I-I wasn’t laughing at you, I just that it was funny, how frantic you were and stuff.” Namaari explained. “It was kinda cute,” She said, but only to herself. Not aloud.

She noticed the handle jiggle. The door unlocked and flung open.

“Its okay.” Raya responded. “I know you would never laugh at me for something personal like that…just…I was super embarrassed…”

“But why? You know I'm a girl too, right?” Namaari joked.

“Duh. But still…you know…I didn’t want you to think I was gross or something…” Raya rubbed her arm.

“Why would I think that? Periods are normal. I would be an idiot to think that you wee gross for having one when I get one too.”

“Yeah I guess but…I'm so so sorry for staining your bed sheets too I-“

“Nope nope nope,” Namaari pulled Raya into a hug. It looked like she needed one. “no apologizing.”

“I just feel really bad...” She muffled, crying into her chest.

“Don’t. Please don’t feel bad. I’m not mad at you.” Namaari planted a very light kiss atop her head, hoping she didn’t feel it.

“Really?”

“Trust me, if I were really mad, I would fight you right here right now.” Namaari chuckled Raya did too.

“Like you’d win.” She answered, backing out of the hug and clearing her face f wetness. Namaari grinned back at her.

“Alright so…Are you okay physically? Like do you need pills for cramps or anything?” Namaari walking into the restroom and shuffled through boxes of medicine brands and bandages in the top cabinet.

“No I’m good. For now at least.”

“Awesome. Alright let’s head downstairs. We can hang out on the couch or do something else.” Namaari opened the door.

“What why?”

“Well I know you probably don’t wanna lay in your spot on the bed. I would let you take my spot but then where am I going to go?” Namaari chuckled.

“I could just lay on top of you…” Raya barely mumbled, loud enough for Namaari to ear, and for the tops of her ears and her whole face to go red.

“W-what did you say-“

“NOTHING- I -uh nothing I was just agreeing with you lets just head downstairs or whatever,” Raya breezed past her through the door.

Namaari stood there for a minute, analyzing what she thought and knew Raya said, not at all turned off by the idea of Raya on top of her…

“Yeah- yes um…Downstairs,” She nodded quickly before closing her room door and following Raya.

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honey muffins | pt.2

pairing: cheol x reader

warning: NONE, just cheol being a big simp. and a slight innuendo if you look closely...

The familiar chime of the bakery doorbell sounded as you rushed out from the back kitchen, brushing your floury hands against your apron.

Joy seemed to appear in the form of Choi Seungcheol.

‘Morning muffin.’ He spoke with his deep, just-woken-up voice. You wondered how he managed to make it sound like he was singing the sweetest song in the world.

‘Your here early, I’ve only just finished up the second batch.’ You giggled, walking to the front of the counter to stand in front of him.

‘Well, a certain someone promised me cupcakes soooo here I am.’

‘I don’t recall promising anything...’

‘You could never say no to me.’ He smiled, running a hand through his dark hair. The morning sunlight glistened in his eyes, the ones that you could seemingly get lost in forever.

‘Don’t get too used to that.’ You replied, warranting a laugh from the man as you spun around, hiding your small smile.

‘They’ll be done soon, give it a few minutes.’

He groaned dramatically, and leant his body across the counter, staring up at you with those puppy eyes. ‘Giving me that look won’t make the cupcakes bake any faster you know.’ You giggled, rolling your eyes at the sight of the man.

'I wish-'

A loud ping from your phone interrupted the man mid sentence, and you walked over to your tote bag laying crumpled on your stool beside the window.

'Boyfriend?' Cheol teased.

'As if.' You retorted. 'You think too highly of me.'

His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. What did you mean by that? When he thought about it, reminiscing all the late night talks he’s had with you, the topic of love had never come up much.

It wasn’t that you avoided the topic but more like... it was an unspoken rule to not bring it up. There wasn’t really a reason why, not one Seungcheol could think of anyway.

Unless...

A loud gasp from the corner of the shop broke him out of his thoughts.

'mom: im just round the block, be there in 5 x'

You turned to the man with a sense of urgency, mouth agape.

'You have to go like, NOW.'

'Wait wha-'

'Fuck you can’t go through the front cause she'll see you leave-'

Cheol watched as you paced around behind the counter, chewing mindlessly on your lips, trying to think of something. Suddenly, you grabbed the mans hand and sprinted off to the back of the shop, dragging him behind you.

'Where-'

You suddenly pushed him into a dark, confined space. The smell of vanilla was overwhelming, and he figured this was the storage room. You suddenly took the mans hands into yours and looked at his-barely visible-face.

'My mom’s coming. If she sees you, we're dead meat. Stay put in here till she leaves, please? For me?'

Your voice sounded so desperate, and you knew he wasn’t going to refuse.

'How can I resist that pretty face of yours?' He replied, earning a hard smack in the chest from you.

'You can’t even see me right now.' You scoffed, turning around. 'But seriously, thank you. I owe you one for putting up with this.' And you smiled his favourite smile, and shut the door, bathing the man in darkness.

Would he really be hiding in a tiny storage cupboard, with only a table and shelves stacked with various baking ingredients for anyone else? He figured not. But something about the whole situation made him smile to himself in the dark. He felt like a teenager hiding under someone's bed, trying not to get caught by their parents. He was very much NOT a teenager, yet being with you made him feel like he was experiencing those years again. He could act like a complete fool, and you wouldn’t judge him like everyone else would. He could do something stupid, and you wouldn’t scold him like others do.

He suddenly became very aware of the stupid grin on his face.

Yet he did nothing to stop it.

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A few moments later, and the door opened with a squeak.

'She's gone.' You sighed in relief, leaning against the door frame.

'Close call.' The man chuckled, sliding off the table and walking towards you. 'Now about those cupcakes...'

As if by magic, the oven timer sounded with a 'ping'. 'Great timing.' You laughed, however Cheol noticed the mischievous glint in your eye. 'Last one in the kitchen has to wash up?' You proposed, a smile like innocent poison. 'Bet.'

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Panting like madmen, the pair of you burst through the kitchen doors, a simultaneous 'I win!' jumping from your mouths.

‘We can't both be winners.' 'I don't count playing dirty as a fair win, Seungcheol.' You jutted your bottom lip out, puffing the hair out of your face. ‘You don't usually mind me playing dirty.' He smirked, a depth of gruffness in his voice.

'Not when I'm working Cheol.' You rolled your eyes, although a small smile crept onto your mouth as you opened the oven.

A smell of strawberries and cream enveloped the space, and Seungcheol smelt a sense of familiarity as he breathed in. It smelt like you: homely, and sweet.

'Taste test?'

'You know it.'

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Since he felt bad making you panic in the morning, Cheol offered to help you out in the shop that day. Of course, you refused, but there was no point arguing with him when he had already thrown a much too small apron onto himself.

The bakery was a much different atmosphere to the patisserie Seungcheol had gotten used to. There, rich business men and women clad in office attire would come in: grumbling about their 'awful' days, sipping on much too sweet, too overpriced tea.

Here, people of every creed and colour, every background would find themselves hopping in for a breakfast baguette, or a dessert brownie, or simply, just to speak to you. For as Cheol perched on your stool in the corner behind the counter, he noticed how everyone seemed so keen to talk to you. You knew the regulars as though they were close friends, sometimes stopping to speak about a relative, their cousins birthday party, if their job application had gone through.

Although you always told him you loved your job, he seemed puzzled as to how selling bread could ever be so interesting. You had laughed, telling him he wouldn't understand. Yet now, watching the radiant smile on your face as you spoke, the swiftness of your moves as you danced around trying to find a pretzel, he understood.

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You yawned, flipping the sign on the door to 'Closed!', as the sunset shone through the bakery windows.

'You didn't have to stay the whole time you know.' You spoke, beginning to lock the cupboards and doors of the store.

'I know. But I wanted to.'

'I mean...I'm glad you did. It's always nice having an extra pair of hands on deck. But I wish you'd spend your days off, well.... off.' You walked over to the man stood by the coat hooks, as he handed you your bag.

'Trust me, I'd rather be here than stuck in my own home. Now... would thou wish one to guide her to her humble abode?'

'Why yes, one would most certainly appreciate that.' You both laughed, the melodies of your voices melting into one, as you left into the breezy evening air.

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'And then, the man had the cheek to ask for my number! Like excuse me sir, you are at least twice my age!' You exclaimed, relaying the days events to Cheol as you walked home.

'Was it the biker guy with the long beard and knuckle tats?'

'YES- wait how do you know that?' You questioned, staring up at the man as he looked straight ahead.

'Well I guess you could say I did some 'people watching' as you like to call it.'

'Ahhh, I seem to be rubbing off on you Choi Seungcheol.' You giggled, lightly bumping into his side.

'Apparently so, next I'll be baking bread in my apartment and singing to sad songs in the shower-'

'HEY I thought we agreed to not talk about that.' You fake pouted, and bumped into the man again, harder this time.

'I'm sorry I'm sorry, I had to.' The man laughed. 'Anyways, what did you say to this guy?'

'Oh yes so-' and you babbled on and on, your hands frantically gesturing as they always did when you were ranting, sometimes accidentally tugging onto Cheol's arm that you were linking.

But he didn't mind. Actually, he found it rather adorable.

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a/n: AHHHH sorry for the long wait on this one, i had school and- WELL anyways i am now on summer break so i can write more frequently! i hope this suffices,,, pt 3 in the works rn ;))

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note: im still learning how to write kaeya lol anyway hope you enjoy reading it! i think i really like how this one turns out so i hope you do, too. :> thank you for reading ❤

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Working at Angel's Share had its perks. On one hand, it was fun to watch drunkards make a fool of themselves, tell stories of their adventures if they were from the Adventures Guild or simply have good time after Knight hours. On the other hand, those same drunkards tend to leave a huge mess that someone had to deal with later on. [Y/N] was that someone. They had started working for Master Diluc's tavern a few weeks ago as a bartender. It wasn't their first time working behind the bar. They had worked a couple of other taverns until they decided to settle a life in Mondstadt, the City of Freedom, as they remembered was one of the many names the city had.

A tired sigh left their lips as they placed another clean glass on the shelf behind the counter. [Y/N] had finished serving drinks since no new customers arrive after a few hours ago. No one bother to get more, at least not at the moment. They thought they would be done with making drinks until a certain bluenette appeared from the corner of their vision. With a quiet groan, [Y/N] turned to fully face the captain of the Knights who sat in front of them with a grin. Before they could utter a word out, Kaeya beat them to it.

"You come here often?" He asked, a bright hue of red on his cheeks, his grin turning into a smirk. It was no doubt the man was drunk. The question, possibly an attempt at flirtation, left the bartender puzzled and dumbfounded at the same time. It wasn't the first the Calvary Capitan tried to flirt with them. And it was no lie that [Y/N] didn't found it entertaining. Without missing a beat, they glanced at the captain and opened their mouth to speak.

"Well, I work here," they began, arms crossed over their chest as they leaned against the counter. "So, I think I'd have to say 'yes'." The bartender continued, their head tilted to one side. Kaeya's smirk grew wider, clearly enjoying his time with the worker.

"Ah, what a shame. Perhaps if you work for the Knights of Favonius, we could have been seeing each other every day." Kaeya continued with his flirtatious comments towards [Y/N], who gave him a raise of a brow. A laugh left their lips as they shook their head.

"Please, I prefer not to be on Master Diluc's bad side." [Y/N] responded, taking another wet, clean glass and began to work on drying it with the cloth they left beside them. Kaeya propped an elbow on the surface of the bar counter, chin resting on the palm of his hand as the other brought the glass of wine he held to his lip. The pair stared at each other for a few minutes. [Y/N] didn't know what to make of it but the stare Kaeya gave made their stomach fluttered with butterflies. They won't admit it but they did had a thing for the captain of the knights and whenever they come across him, whether outside or inside of the tavern, Kaeya does make an attempt to befriend the bartender. And they allowed it. They did liked the attention from the one-eyed knight.

"Hmm... Does it matter whether you're on Diluc's good or bad side?" Kaeya started, placing the emptied wine glass on the counter and slid it towards the other carefully. "He isn't fond of everyone, you know."

[Y/N] pursued their lips together, thinking over his words. They only shrug when nothing came to mind, taking the glass after putting the other one they had away on the shelf. Turning their back on the Cryo user, the [hair color]-nette focused their attention on the glass, ignoring the burning gaze of the man. The ignorance didn't last long. They didn't like being stared at for too long, so gently placing the glass down, they looked back at Kaeya.

"Do you need anything else?" They asked, hands on their waist as they fully faced him.

"A date."

"Wha-what?"

A rosy blush bloomed across the bartender's face, their [eye color] eyes widen at the bold statement. They didn't expect to be ask so soon. Especially by someone like Kaeya, the Calvary Capitan of Knights of Favonius. [Y/N] glanced around, avoiding eye contact with the young man.

"You're really drunk, aren't you?" They asked, laughing the situation off but when they looked back at the bluenette vision user, a serious experience was what they were met with. It made the blush redder when [Y/N] realized he wasn't joking despite his state. They just couldn't believe. Of course, Kaeya flirted with them. Even make attempts to talk with them when he was no drunk or at the tavern. And they enjoyed those moments. But was it right to accept the date. Maybe he wouldn't remember the next day. No, that was not true. [Y/N] doesn't know how he does, but Kaeya does intend to know what he had done the day before after a drunk night at the Angel's Share. Guess not every drunkards forgets the night.

"So, what do you say, huh? Go on a date with me, [nickname]~." Kaeya continued to pester, leaning closer over the counter, eye shined with determination.

[Y/N]'s lips pressed into a thin line, their blush possibly spreading up towards their ears as they wiped the wine glass with shakily hands. Their heart skip a beat with each thought that came to mind about the date. So many possibilities could happen on the date, whether good or bad. They don't consider themselves date-able in terms of romantic relationships. No once had they been ask out before. So, what did Kaeya see in them? They only met a couple of months ago, ever since they started work in the tavern. And, possibly much like anyone else would, they did found the man attracted when they first met. And, yes, their eyes landed on the opening space of his shirt at first. They were embarrassed when Kaeya noticed and pointed it out.

But after a deep thinking, which they were grateful that Kaeya didn't push it, they came to a conclusion. [Y/N] sighed tiredly and looked back up at the captain, who stared at the bartender with a genuine smile that made their heart rate increased at the sight of it.

"I'll go on this date with you, but you better not forget about it tomorrow after your hangover." They said softly with a small frown on their forehead. Kaeya grinned at the answer as he nodded.

"Don't worry, dear. You should know by now that even after a horrid hangover, I won't forget about anything. Especially as important as our date." With a wink sent over their way, Kaeya reached over and took one of their hands, bringing it to his lips and place a kiss on each knuckle before pressing his lips longer on the top of the hand. Such action caused the butterflies inside [Y/N] to flutter more violently. It warm up their chest. Letting go, Kaeya smiled once more at the bartender as he left the pay for the drinks he took during his time at the tavern. "I'll see you tomorrow, my darling."

[Y/N] nodded, afraid that if they speak they would had sounded like a fool. They watched Kaeya stand up from the seat and turned his back on them, waving their hand as he made his way toward the door, but before he left, he looked back at the bartender. With the door already opened, Kaeya blew a kiss at their direction, a smirk on their face as he slipped out the door. The gesture froze the other in their spot, hoping their heart wouldn't burst out from their chest. They shook their head after a few minutes of silence, aside from the other patrons, and return back to their work, the blush still on their face being accompanied by the bashful smile that grew on their face. A date with Kaeya. How exciting. They couldn't wait for it.

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you are a mermaid and you save a handsome man from drowning but little do you know it’s not his first rodeo when dealing with mermaids. seonghwa, a former prince, is currently hongjoong’s first mate and boyfriend. hongjoong is the captain, the pirate king of the most savage crew across the seas. and you want nothing to do with them. not because they’re pirates, but because they’re humans…

ships: mermaid!reader x prince/pirate!seonghwa x pirate!hongjoong; wizard!yunho x demon!jongho, pirate!yeosang x mermaid!soojin x pirate!mingi (implied)

genre: little mermaid!au, pirate!au, fantasy, humour, romance

author’s note: i can’t believe this is over omg?!?! im legit bawling my eyes out rn 😭😭 i hope you guys like the end of pirate kings because i poured my entire heart into it! 💖💖 also be on the lookout for take me home, aurora, one day at a time and promise references hehe 🌅 🌅 thank you for going on this journey across the seas with me!

warnings: some swearing, mentions of drowning & torture, bittersweet (?) ending

word count: 2.6k

chapter one ☠️ chapter two ☠️ chapter three ☠️ chapter four ☠️ chapter five ☠️chapter six ☠️ chapter seven ☠️ chapter eight ☠️ chapter nine ☠️ chapter ten ☠️ chapter eleven ☠️ chapter twelve ☠️ spotify playlist

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Yunho's POV

My genius plan was that I would become more powerful than Jongho himself. So powerful that he wouldn't even be capable of taking my soul. So powerful that he wouldn’t even dare to try. Little did I know that as I shared my idea with Seonghwa, a certain someone was conveniently listening. Little did I know how this giant mess I'd created will play out...

Once Seonghwa was reassured that I would be perfectly safe despite the deal I had made with Jongho, he left me to my own devices. No sooner had I teleported myself back to my lighthouse than Jongho appeared out of nowhere, visibly angry. But there was something else in his expression. Something I couldn't quite define. Not yet, at least.

"How much of it did you hear?" I asked, already prepared for the worst.

"All of it," Jongho scoffed.

"Regardless," I spoke confidently. "Even if you do know what I'm planning, you can't stop me. You already know how much potential I have. Or else, you wouldn't have agreed to this deal. I'm right, no?"

Jongho shook his head.

"Your silly little plan won't work, wizard."

"Really?" I smiled, because I knew my own abilities better than he did. I was absolutely certain I could beat him. "And why is that?" I inquired, out of curiosity. He didn't scare me. Just...intrigued me.

"Because I never intended to take your soul, you fool."

Now, that was something I didn't expect to hear.

Jongho had somehow managed to catch me unprepared.

"W-what do you mean?"

"You know why I'm stealing so many souls?" I was about to open my mouth but Jongho wasn't having it. "Ah-ah, just let me finish. I know what you think. I know what everyone thinks. But it's an act. Apparently, I was too good an actor and completely fooled everyone, didn't I? The reason I've been collecting souls is not because I want to be more powerful than the devil. It's because I don't have one myself."

"H-huh?" I whispered in confusion. "Jongho, I don't understand..."

He placed a finger on my lips and I felt compelled to just...listen. Hear him out.

"But ever since I met you, I've felt...different. Like I could be more than just a demon making deals. Like I could matter."

I was too shocked to say anything so I just stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. And then he continued:

"What good would taking your soul do when you're the very reason I might be growing a soul in the first place?"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I had to make sure.

"I know it's fucking insane and you’re supposed to be my sworn enemy or whatever but—"

This time, I couldn't let him finish his sentence and interrupted him with my lips on his. To my absolute dismay, he was kissing me back with as much vigour as I was. As much vigour as he put into challenging me and getting on my nerves and frustrating the living hell out of me. As much vigour as I knew only he was capable of.

"I thought this was impossible," I mumbled against his lips once I broke away from the kiss.

"So did I. But do you want me to tell you how I know it's real?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything else.

"Because when you look at me, I no longer feel the urge to torture you for eternity."

"I should feel flattered, I suppose," I joked.

"It's up to you how you feel, wizard," Jongho replied. "And up to me to continue making you feel this way."

"The terrifying Jongho — a hopeless romantic. Who would have thought?" I teased him relentlessly.

"It's not too late for me to change my mind and snatch your soul."

"You greedy little thing. My heart isn't good enough for you?"

"Your heart?" Jongho chuckled and wrapped his arms around my neck. "It's mine now."

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Yeosang's POV

The more time I spent around Mingi, the more I could see how much he'd changed for the better. And how much he was about to continue changing. Despite everything that had gone down in the past, I was feeling incomprehensibly drawn to him. And I wanted to be there for him. I knew that it would take some time for the rest of the crew to get used to Mingi being out of his cell. But I was determined to give him a chance. And convince the rest of them, it was a chance worth taking. Especially my dear Soojin...

"Sangie, he literally kidnapped us and left us without water for a week!" she reasoned.

"I know. I'm not making any excuses for—"

"And he cut off your hand! Your hand, Yeosang!" she reminded me needlessly. As if I could forget.

"Like I said, I'm not going to justify Mingi's actions. All I'm asking is that you give him another chance. He's been showing remorse. And I truly believe that if the circumstances had been different, he wouldn't have behaved the way that he did."

Soojin sighed, unsure of what to say.

"People aren't born evil," I insisted. "Everyone makes choices. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. What matters is what we do to fix the bad ones."

"Yeosang...I really want to do as you say, but it just sounds so difficult, okay?"

"I'm literally a pirate, sweetheart," I rolled my eyes. "If you don't hold it against me, I don't see a problem. Mingi's not exactly the villain he's painted himself to be."

Soojin nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright. You have a point. I'll give him a chance. One chance and that's it. If he fucks up again, I'm taking him to the depths of the sea myself."

"I suppose that's fair," I shrugged. "You heard that, Mingi?"

"Loud and clear," he grinned, a couple of metres away from us.

"He was right there the whole time?!" Soojin hiss-whispered in disbelief. "This is so embarrassing."

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you've chickened out and those were just empty threats," Mingi winked at her.

She physically shuddered and I couldn't help but laugh. So cute.

"Relax, Soojin. Mingi's our friend now. Aren't you?" I asked.

"If you want me to be," he scratched the back of his head a bit awkwardly.

"Come here, let's play cards," I suggested casually. "Loser gets to swim with the sharks."

"There are no sharks in this sea," Soojin pointed out confidently.

"Yeosang wasn't talking about actual sharks," Mingi correctly guessed. "He meant that I would have to go talk to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Because, obviously, I'm terrible at cards and I would definitely lose the game. And these two are scarier than bloody sharks."

Soojin rolled her eyes.

"Pirates and their stupid way of talking."

"You get used to it," I playfully nudged her arm.

"There's no escape now."

"Let's skip the game," Mingi suggested. "I'll just go talk to the sharks right now and beg for mercy or whatever."

"We'll come with. Right, Soojin?" I offered.

"Like I have a choice," she groaned but I could tell that she was gradually warming up to the idea of letting Mingi stick around.

"Thanks, guys. I appreciate the moral support," Mingi blushed.

"I guess you could say...I'll be your right hand," I stared at the hook replacing my missing hand and snickered sarcastically. Mingi and Soojin were beyond mortified by my dark sense of humour. "Too soon?"

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Hongjoong's POV

"I mean...we already had dealings with a demon and a wizard so I don't see how Mingi could pose a threat," I reasoned. "No offense, Mingi."

"None taken," he smiled.

"So, you're going to let him stay? Unguarded?" Seonghwa wanted to know.

"Let him stay — yes. Unguarded — no. If you're so insistent he's changed, you'll have to take full responsibility. You think you can handle that, Yeosang?" I posed the serious question.

"I've got this, Cap," Yeosang promised.

"I'll be around, too," Soojin vowed. "You don't have to worry, Cap."

I nodded in agreement. Seonghwa seemed to be on board with the idea. Honestly, after all the shit we'd been through with that demon, Mingi was the least of my concerns. But of course, I couldn't say that directly. So I had to play the "responsible leader worried for his crew" card. And apparently, I played it well.

"Wow, this went better than expected," I could hear Mingi whispering to Yeosang, as they were walking away. Seonghwa and I exchanged an amused look.

"Shh, we just caught him in a good mood," Yeosang explained carefully. "Be nice and he might let you stay for good."

"Guys, be quiet!" Soojin warned them. Clever mermaid, I told myself and grinned. Speaking of mermaids...

"Not so fast!" Y/N ordered them to stop. And so they did. Rightaway. Made me wonder who was the real Captain of this ship. Not that I minded her taking away some of my responsibilities. I even liked it.

"Yes?" Yeosang seemed kinda nervous.

"Make sure you treat my sister well. Both of you!" Y/N commanded them easily. "Or else...I'll have no problem letting the siren out to deal with you. And she's not someone you want to mess with. Ask Hongjoong."

The shock on my face was not at all exaggerated as I nodded to confirm her words.

"She'll be safe with us, Y/N," Yeosang made a pledge. "Right, Mingi?"

"Um, yeah, what he said."

"You don't sound very convincing," Y/N eyed him suspiciously.

Damn, I had to admit I was proud of her and how much she'd grown.

"Oh, let him go this time, will you?" I pulled her aside gently and she couldn't find it in herself to argue. Once Yeosang, Soojin and Mingi had taken their leave, she removed her "intimidating siren" mask and was back to her usual, gentle self I knew and loved.

"You guys think we made the right call?"

"It'll be fine," I was fairly certain. "If push comes to shove, Yunho will just help us out again, right?"

"As if he doesn't have enough problems with that demon," Y/N argued. "We can't continue using him for our needs."

"Yeah...about that," Seonghwa started.

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Seonghwa's POV

As I was telling them about Yunho and Jongho's change in dynamics, Hongjoong and Y/N were too taken aback to react with anything else but by opening their mouths. Which was, to say the least, quite adorable of them.

"So...these two...?" Y/N asked as if to confirm what I'd just finished recounting.

"Mhm," I grinned.

"Wow," Hongjoong managed.

"I know."

"This is good news, yes? It means both Hongjoong and Yunho get to keep their souls," Y/N wanted to make sure it was indeed real.

"I mean, demons can be pretty unpredictable but judging from Yunho's happy expression when I last talked to him, I'm willing to be hopeful for once," I explained. "We've had enough trouble as it is, don't you think? We deserve something good to happen to us."

"Couldn't agree more," Hongjoong grabbed my hand and Y/N's. "But I get what she means. After all the dangers we've experienced, it just seems so unbelievable that we're finally safe."

"Too good to be true, eh?" Y/N sighed. "Let's enjoy this while we can."

"I think this one will last a bit longer," I smiled knowingly.

"Hey, don't jinx it," Hongjoong squeezed my hand softly.

"Just trust me, alright?" I looked at them both.

"I do."

"As do I."

"And I'm gonna catch you when you fall or when you're sinking," I murmured.

"I think I speak from experience when I say I'm the one more likely to save a pirate from drowning," Y/N poked fun at us.

"I was just trying to sound poetic," I pouted.

"And we appreciate the effort," Hongjoong reassured me. "But she's right."

"You two turning against me? Oh, how the tables have turned!" I announced dramatically.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Y/N ran a hand through my hair and tilted her head towards Hongjoong. "He likes it, doesn't he, Cap?"

"I bet he does."

"Hey, Y/N. My eyes are up here," I reminded her.

"Oh, I know," she blinked, feigning innocence.

"Too bad I can't even be mad at you," I chuckled.

"Why be mad when you can be rad?" Hongjoong interjected.

"That was so terrible," I groaned. "You're lucky I love you."

"Both of us?" Y/N asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately," I admitted.

"Guess we'll have to work harder to turn that into a fortunately," Y/N teased. "Wait, my bad. I forgot you two already have a wholeass fortune in the form of a bunch of treasure chests."

"Is that why you like us?" Hongjoong teased. "Who knew mermaids could be golddiggers?"

"I'll show you a golddigger!" Y/N threatened and started chasing Hongjoong around the ship. They were so childish sometimes...

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Reader's POV

You could tell that you had a couple of more minutes left until your siren-like side rose to the surface so you decided to enjoy them. As you were watching the sun setting, you couldn't help but recall your very first memories of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. What started as a simple joke, Hongjoong throwing Seonghwa overboard, followed by you saving Seonghwa from a whirlpool, had turned into so much more. It was funny how life often surprised you in the most unexpected ways. How a few months ago, if anyone asked you about pirates (and humans, in general), you would have scoffed distastefully. If anyone asked Seonghwa about mermaids, he would have still been haunted by the loss of Ariel. If anyone asked Hongjoong, he would have said mermaids spelled nothing but danger. And now...Now, the three of you had become so different. And in a way, so similar. Forgetting all these labels that once used to define you and just finding happiness in each other. In the adventures you'd had together. In the shared feeling of being trusted, feeling known. And loved. It was even funnier how you didn't find it strange at all. On the contrary, it felt perfectly natural that you were here. Made perfect sense that you had a home with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. A former prince, a pirate king and a lost but now found mermaid. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you said out loud, sensing Seonghwa's presence beside you.

"Yes, it is," Seonghwa replied, looking at you.

"I have to go soon."

"But you'll be back in the morning. As usual."

You simply smiled. It went without saying.

"I wish I could stay the night," you whispered longingly. "Fall asleep in your arms."

"You could. I know you'll be able to control your powers. I'm sure Hongjoong will agree with me."

"I probably could control them. But I don't mind going back to my home in the night. Even though...this is also my home. Does it make sense?"

"I believe it does," Seonghwa rubbed calming circles on your palm. "Just like how you have a human and mermaid self, you also have two homes."

You nodded.

"Exactly."

"In a way, I feel the same. Both you and Hongjoong are my homes."

You rested your forehead against his.

"And we will always be your homes, Hwa."

"Don't go," he murmured against your skin. "I don't want to be alone anymore. Every night."

"You're not alone anymore. You have Hongjoong. And me. And I will be back with the first light of day."

"Promise?"

"I promise you, Seonghwa. Even if the whole world ends, I will always find my way back to you."

The end