#or he's gonna steal the Memorial Gardens so no else can experience them like he and his partner did
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If you think about it, I bet lich Emmrich can control his hands remotely…. I’m just saying.
Something something "hand of glory"
I also think that EmmLich would drop a finger bone into his partners pocket whenever they left the Necropolis (b/c I like to think that Lichs can't actually leave the Necropolis), just so he knew *exactly* where they are.
He probably did it secretly at first, but if an equally insane partner found out, they would get a special necklace to put the Tracker Bone inside of it
#emmrich volkarin#EmmLich is reserved for all the Fucked Up Insane Shit that I think is sexy#that's a bone man who *loves* to do weird shit with his partner#that's a man who's lost his humanity alongside his fear of death#the only reason he's seen by the public is b/c his partner is alive#the MOMENT that partner is gone though? EmmLich is about to find the reason why the Necropolis shifts around and switch that off#or he's gonna steal the Memorial Gardens so no else can experience them like he and his partner did
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hi !! could i request sfw/nsfw hcs for norton, naib and mike with a g/n tsundere reader? 👉👈
I Know You Care Norton, Naib, and Mike with a GN Tsundere! S/O
Genre: Fluff, NSFW
𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋
𝐒𝐅𝐖
he thought you hated him at first but as soon as someone even tried vying to get his attention you'd steal him away from them
you started being nice to him but most of the time you'd still act mean and cold
you confessed during a match, norton was ballooned and you saved him before he'd get sent back, the hunter hit him again and you desperately tried saving him.
Before the prospector got sent back he screamed a question at you, still struggling to get out of Geisha's balloon. "Why are you trying so hard to save me?!", the hunter, Geisha, facepalmed at this. "I LIKE YOU YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!" you reply, running away from Violetta who was laughing her ass off. Vera laughs from within the large carnival tent, "They finally confessed, been waiting for a while for that" she giggles, remembering how she tried to make you jealous by trying to flirt with Norton.
norton was shocked, he didn't know someone could actually fall for him of all people
he gradually fell for you the more time you guys spent together
you had your first date in the manor's garden at night
he had to admit that your cooking was absolutely amazing—but when he did say that while you were cooking in the kitchen, he got a cute reaction out of you
"Of c, course my cooking is good, you'll never be able to find someone else that can cook better than me s, so" (Name) stumbles on their words, face getting redder with each passing moment. They turn, dashing out of the kitchen and leaving Norton with their dish. Norton smiles, chuckling before finishing the rest of the food.
he likes to compare you to an angry cat
some of the survivors call you the moody cat and the cat owner as a joke
"Norton! get your moody cat, they're gonna throw a fit if they don't see you!" Vera teases her friend, wagging a ball of yarn they got from Miss Nightingale in front of them. "J, Just DECODE ALREADY!" they scream at her, groaning when they realise they attracted the hunter to them.
he gives you headpats to calm you down—very very effective :)
he loves carrying you around in his arms, he rescues you like that too
he gets a heavy scolding when he gets hurt during matches he actually looks forward to them
he's unfamiliar with the feeling of someone treating him like he's glass but he loves it because it's you
he was elated to find out that he was your first everything, he wants to be your last
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖
he doesn't exactly have a lot of experience but boy does he learn quickly
he's very gentle with you so unless you misbehave he won't be rough
he loves overstimulating his little brat :)
you're usually so rude but in bed it all just falls to pieces
he loves it when you beg for him
he teases you in matches, it's always so fun to see you crumble before his very eyes
he only ever wants to make you cry in bed
he loves shutting you up by making you suck on his fingers or his dick
you guys fuck like bunnies because you can't go a few days without being filled up by him
"Since you're always so damn mouthy, why don't you suck on my fingers instead" he crooned, massaging (Name)"s tongue as he continued to grind his hips into them. Muffled sobs left their mouth, eyes hazy and teary as they lay under Norton, body covered in hickeys and bite marks.
𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑
𝐒𝐅𝐖
this fucker could see right through you
you act so damn mean but guess what, he can see your ears turning red whenever he's near you
"What's up with that rescue? even Memory can do a better job than you!" (Name) hollered, heat crawling up their neck and ears as the mercenary approached them. Naib arched an eyebrow at them, rolling his eyes, "Maybe you should try learning how to kite the Clerk properly instead of yapping at me like a dog" he retorted, flicking their bright red ear.
he wanted to wait for you to confess but he ended up falling for you while waiting
how could someone be so damned cute and annoying at the same time?!
he sees you as a brat, he calls you brat too—well, he managed to call you brat on accident at first, he started calling you it because he liked your reactions
he confessed during a match, he pinned you to a wall when you passed by him.
"Naib, we have to decode you dumbass" they hiss out, attempting to push the mercenary away despite enjoying being so close to him. Naib tightened his grip on (Name)'s shoulder when they tried to push him off, leaning so their faces were inches apart. "Since it's taking you so damn long to fess up, I'll go first," he growled, "I have feelings for you brat, see? wasn't so hard now was it?" he snarled, eyes staring into theirs.
invites you to train with him just so you can spend more time with him
he loves giving you brief touches on your neck because you always shiver at the slightest touch that lands on your neck or your waist
he slaps your ass when he rescues you
he lets the hunters hit him sometimes just because he wants you to worry over him after the match
(Name) glares down a the mercenary as they wrap bandages around his torso. Naib swallows when their hands graze his abdomen, looking up and staring directly at their face. He smiles lopsidedly, noting how their cheeks flushed at the sight of his nude and wounded upper body.
secretly enjoys getting scolded by you whenever you tell him he's too reckless
between you and him, he thinks he can cook better but you always argue back with him about how you are the better cook
he lets you act like you're the better cook since he adores that stupid smile on your face
some of the new survivors thought you both were a married couple, naib never corrected them since you were both going to get married eventually
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖
you are never topping this man
brat tamer, do i need to say more?
he often wonders if you do the things you do because you love getting punished by him
he likes spanking you—with consent, he doesn't actually like hurting you
overstim and edging are his favourite punishments
not experienced, you're actually his very first relationship, doesn't mean he won't learn quickly though
he actually will fuck you in matches if you test him enough
he once bent you over a window and railed you right then and there because you kept teasing him
he has way too much stamina
Naib bit down on the inside of your thigh, fingers still pumping in and out of them as they orgasmed for the umpteenth time. The mercenary smirked, standing up and sucking on his fingers. He groaned at your taste, lust swirling in his blue eyes as he stared down at your trembling figure.
𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍
𝐒𝐅𝐖
thought you were an asshole but then he realised that you just had a hard time expressing what you really felt
amused to see you try to hide your concern behind a mean front
you were often mean to him and yet you were a very good friend, fucker actually fell in love with you without realising
Mike leaned against the crate, smiling at the sight of you chasing Axe Boy around in a game of tag. 'They'd be a good parent to our kids, wait, our?!?' Mike smile faltered when he realised, he had fallen for his bestfriend.
he's unaffected by how cold and mean you can come off as
you can't lie to him, he just sees through every single thing—it's as if he has a lie detector in his head
he's taught you how to make bombs before
"You add gunpowder and then voilà! we've got a nitro bomb!" he chimed, shaking the ball in front of their starry eyes. "Teach me more!" they uncharacteristically exclaim, eager to learn more from Mike.
you often leave his favourite dishes and treats in front of his door, he always knows it's from you since you're the only one aside from murro who knows what he likes
Mike smiles at the sight of a bag of cookies in front of his door. He shakes his head, "How cute" he says to no one in particular, picking up the bag and closing the door.
he gets scolded by you a lot. it's like the man has a damned death wish
he likes dragging you around to wherever he can be alone with you
he confessed when he asked you to meet him in the garden late at night to watch the stars
he performs tricks in front of you just to see you smile and giggle
he often collects small trinkets just to give them to you
he's short but he's ballsy as hell, he'll even go as far as to mess around with the hunters just to see your reaction
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖
he loves the fact that he's the only one that sees you in such a state, crying and begging him for more
mike loves ruining you, making sure you can barely say anything at the very end of each session
he's way too fast, rarely goes slow
he loves making you sit on his face, he enjoys staring at your face while he makes a mess out of you
he doesn't like edging you but he does love overstimming the living crap out of you
Mike hummed into their sex, enjoying how they shivered and cried out due to the overstimulation. He parts from their dripping heat, bending them over the finished cipher machine and lining himself up to their entrance. "'m gonna go in now 'kay? we're on the last cipher so we gotta be quick" he whispers, plunging his cock into them.
you're gonna have to beg him to stop if you want him to stop forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you
he'll fuck you in public if he can, he wants everyone to know that you're his
he loves filling you to the brim with his cum
#lawless.writes#idv.writing#idv x reader#identity v#idv scenarios#gn reader#identity v x reader#identityv#idv mercenary#victor grantz#norton campbell#idv naib x reader#idv norton x reader#idv mike x reader#idv mike morton#idv victor x reader
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Which DC museums would the Anubis kids visit?
I’m originally from the DC area, and there are a lot of museums around here of all different kinds, many of which I have been to multiple times. So, I figured I’d put my expertise to good use and do a little exercise: which DC museum would the Anubis kids go to on a hypothetical DC outing? Most of these are part of the Smithsonian institution, and a few are not. These are all specifically museums or part of the Smithsonian, so no memorials like the Lincoln Memorial or Washington Monument or anything. Some of these hypothetical scenarios are gonna send them out in pairs, and some will be solo.
Nina & Fabian - They, of course, go to the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. They’re big big nerds, and they’re gonna spend the whole time in the Egypt and ancient history sections. They also might take secondary trips to the National Archives Museum and Library of Congress.
KT - National Gallery of Art. The art gallery actually has 2 buildings, east and west; it’s massive and it’s really cool. Known photographer and probable art freak KT would absolutely love it in there. You’d have to find her and drag her out when it’s time to leave. Alternative options for her: Hirshhorn Museum, National Portrait Gallery
Mara - Mara would love the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum. This is definitely the most science-related museum in the city. It’s big, sciency, and technical, which Mara would enjoy. She loves learning about even the most minute technical detail, and she absolutely exhausts her tour guide with all her questions. [Side note: there are actually two air and space museums around here. And while this one is awesome, the one 30 minutes away in Chantilly, VA is much bigger and much better, trust me]
Mick & Willow - I’m sending them to the Smithsonian National Zoo. Yeah, that’s a bit of an odd pair, and they never actually interacted, but I believe they would have been friends if they’d overlapped. Either way, neither of them have the patience or interest for a classic museum, and the zoo is part of the Smithsonian, so I’d send them there, they’d have a GREAT time running wild at the zoo. Mick loves the lions and tigers, and Willow loves the bird house and the small mammal house. And both of them are absolutely delighted to no end by the pandas. [Side note: Yes, they are ADORABLE. I once watched them do somersaults down the hill in their enclosure. Best zoo trip ever]. They both leave with animal hats from the gift shop.
Joy - Joy is going to Madame Tussauds Washington DC. She wants to have a good time, and she’s here to see wax statues of celebrities. She could spend all day in there. Mara tries to tell her it’s not a real museum but she ignores her. She’s not interested in the hall of US presidents but they’ve got Zac Efron and Beyonce in there and that’s what she’s here for.
Alfie - International Spy Museum. I mean, what else is there to say about that? Yes, it’s as cool as it sounds. I considered sending Alfie to the zoo or the natural history museum to check out the dinosaurs, but my man loves ninjas (which I believe are featured in the spy museum!) and all the spy stuff would just delight him. They try to make the entire experience a little immersive, like YOU are the spy on the mission. Alfie finds everything in there super cool.
Jerome - Jerome doesn’t actually go into a proper museum, he goes to the Sculpture Garden, and there’s a specific reason. Now, I’d like to preface this by saying I LOVE the sculpture garden, I think it’s beautiful. It’s an extension of the National Gallery of Art; it’s basically an outdoor exhibition/garden featuring large art pieces. My favorite is this bad boy. You can walk around and look at everything or you can just chill in the gardens. The sculpture garden also features an outdoor ice rink, a cafe, and a fairly large fountain, and a lot of people loiter and chill around here. Now, why does Jerome go to the sculpture garden? Does he go to look at the art? No, absolutely not. He goes to set up camp and try to scam people. He thinks in the big city he can fool tourists and sell fake stuff and run scams to make a quick buck. (Oh, Jerome, you are a tourist, and the DC scammers AND locals would eat you alive). It goes well for awhile but eventually he gets chased out by security.
Eddie & Patricia - Eddie drags Patricia to the Smithsonian National Museum of American History so he can boast and gloat about America. It's fun for awhile, but eventually they get bored of it and start horsing around, and they get kicked out of the museum. Later they join Alfie at the spy museum.
Amber - She would go to the Newseum. Now, the Newseum was AWESOME, I friggin loved the Newseum, I went there so many times. It was dedicated to journalism and news and communication and all that stuff. But why would Amber want to go there? Let me tell you. This was an interactive museum, and on one of the floors was an entire interactive newsroom with cameras and screens and everything where you could pretend to be an anchor or reporter or even a weatherperson and you could do a little fake news report in front of a greenscreen, and if you wanted you could buy the footage and take it home. This is where Amber would spend all of her time. She’d love the attention and seeing herself onscreen and trying to be a star. However, I say “was” because the Newseum closed in 2019 and isn’t there anymore, which is a fucking TRAGEDY. So, she can’t go there. She’d probably settle for tagging along with Nina and Fabian to the natural history museum. She spends the whole time in the gems exhibit. Absolutely enamored by the Hope Diamond and Nina and Fabian have to convince her not to steal it because she will absolutely be cursed if she does.
#feel free to come into my box if you have any questions at all regarding dc or its museums#happy to answer anything#or if you wanna talk about the hope diamond fuck i love the hope diamond#hoa au fic featuring the hope diamond curse#house of anubis#nina martin#fabian rutter#kt rush#mara jaffray#mick campbell#willow jenks#joy mercer#alfie lewis#jerome clarke#eddie miller#patricia williamson#amber millington
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Prospect fic: He Is Home
An Ezra x Reader one-shot
Rating: Explicit for smut Relationship: Ezra x Fem Reader (You) Tags: Smut; Taking A Bath Together; Soft Touching; Oral Sex, F Receiving; Vaginal Sex; Hurt/Comfort; Forehead Kisses; Angsty Fluff; Magical Healing Cock Wordcount: 3K
Also posted on Ao3 - link is in my Masterlist. I also have a Javi x Reader one-shot A Walk In The Woods (smut)
A/N: Written for @yespolkadotkitty‘s follower celebration writing challenge for the prompt All along, I believed I would find you. Thank you to Kitty for the beta 💗
Summary: You are walking in the rain and feel lost and confused, so you take refuge in Ezra’s house and he looks after you.
He Is Home
You thought you’d grown strong enough to cope with bad weather after walking for so long, through all seasons. It had been hard at first, but you’d soon learned how to protect yourself from the elements. There were still odd days when you struggled, but you’d remind yourself that everything was temporary. And anyway, even the harshest sun would mellow into a soft glow at dusk. The hardest rain would eventually ease and reward you with the sweet scent of new growth.
But something has changed today. You tell yourself it must be the cumulative effect of the journey so far. You just need a break, that’s all. Only there’s no place to stop.
This wind is not the strongest you’ve walked through, but today you’re gasping as it whips around your face and steals the breath from your nose and the words from your mouth. You keep your head down and brace your body against it, but you can’t seem to pick up speed like you would have done yesterday.
Objectively, you know you’ve withstood heavier rain than this. But your shoes have holes that were not there yesterday. And you swear your coat used to be waterproof, but today it is letting in the rain.
Even so, you know you’d have coped with these setbacks once. But you are suddenly, inexplicably, unable to cope anymore.
You turn a corner and for a moment your heart feels lighter. You forget your wet feet and your freezing hands because you can see a light up ahead. If you can just keep going for a few more minutes everything will be okay, because you know that is where Ezra lives.
And the light means he is home.
So you cover your mouth and nose with your scarf to block out the wind, and you pull up the collar of your coat and bring all your attention to your feet. Telling yourself that if you put one foot in front of the other enough times, eventually you will reach him. And so you do.
You open his garden gate and walk up the little path that’s lined with fragrant lavender bushes. You can smell something savoury and herbal and you look down to see that you’re standing on little thyme plants that are growing in the cracks of the path.
His door is solid wood and you brace yourself as you lift your hand to knock on it, because you know that it will hurt. Your knuckles are so raw from the cold wind. But before your fist makes contact, you hear locks turning from the inside and you know that Ezra is opening the door for you.
He looks just as you remember him. The tuft of pale hair. The silvery scar on his cheek. Soft, dark eyes that turn down at the corners. There are crinkles around them and you find this so comforting because you know these lines are markers of his experience and wisdom. He has already crossed rough terrains and withstood plenty of harsh weather and now he can guide you through them and shelter you from the worst of them.
He’s horrified that you are in such a terrible state. “Come inside, little bird!”
But you just stand there, feeling too weak to take another step. Too drained by the huge burst of energy you had to summon to come this far.
He can see that you need him to help you. He steps out and wraps his strong arm around your waist and takes your hand, encouraging you to lean on him.
“I di--didn’t know where else to go,” you tell him, your teeth chattering as you step into his little house.
He closes the door, shutting out the weather, and guides you into his arms. He is so warm. His arms tighten around you, urging you to press the length of your body against him. He doesn’t seem to care that you’re making him wet. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and breathe in his comforting, familiar smell. Your lips are wet with rainwater and you press them against the bare skin of his neck and feel his pulse. He is alive. He is real. He is holding you with all the patience in the world.
“It’s alright now, sweetheart,” he says. He’s stroking your wet hair and pressing kisses there. His breath is warm and you can feel the soft brush of his scruff against your scalp.
He puts a gentle finger under your chin and tilts up your face so that he can kiss you and warm your frozen mouth with his lips. You place your palms against his broad chest and your fingers clutch lightly at his soft black shirt.
He draws away and takes hold of your hands. When he feels how cold they are he makes a disapproving noise and brings them together, covering them completely with his big hands and rubbing to generate heat.
It’s been so long since anyone has touched you like this and his tenderness makes you let out a little sob of relief.
He takes you back into his arms. “Shhh, now. Y’just need a hot bath and a warm, soft bed. How does that sound?” You make a quiet noise of agreement and nod against his chest.
He leads you into his kitchen and pulls out a chair for you. “Sit here while I fix you something warming to drink,” he says. He speaks softly, with that same kindness you remember. “Shall I make you that drink you always liked so much?” he asks.
You nod, “Yes, that’d be nice.” Until this moment you had forgotten all about it. You suppose that your recent struggles must have pushed out nice memories like that to make space for your problems. You wonder what else you’ve forgotten.
There are copper saucepans suspended from a rack above the stove. He takes the smallest and fills it with water and sets it to heat up on the burner. You aren’t sure what he adds to the water. This was always something he used to do for you when you’d had a bad day.
While it’s heating he disappears for a minute and returns with a towel and a thick blanket that he unfolds and drapes over your shoulders. After he’s tucked it securely around you, he crouches down and removes your wet shoes and wraps your cold, wet feet in the warm, fluffy towel.
He kisses your forehead and goes back to work on your drink.
When it’s ready he pours it into your favourite cup and places it into your hands. “I can’t believe you still have this,” you say.
“Of course! Why would I discard something important to one who’s so dear to me?”
Sweet, sweet Ezra. Why did you ever leave him?
While you drink, he crouches at your feet to rub them with the towel, drying between your toes and pressing the soft cotton to your skin, the heat of his hands seeping through the fabric and warming you.
“Now I’m gonna go run your bath. You want to wait here or come with me?”
You don’t want him to leave you. Can’t bear to let him out of your sight now that you’ve finally found him again. “I want to stay with you, Ez.”
“Then so you shall, beautiful girl.”
You stand up and find that the drink must have bolstered you because it’s a bit easier to walk now. You follow him to the bathroom and sit on a chair with your drink while he draws your bath.
He adds bubbles and some scented oil. The room is soon filled with fragrant steam and you breathe it in and it warms your throat and lungs.
While the tub is filling up he takes your empty cup and sets it aside.
“Shall I leave you alone now, little bird?” he asks.
You look at the tub. It’s a huge, antique thing. Freestanding, with clawed feet. Plenty big enough for two people. “Will you get in with me?”
He holds your face in his big, gentle hands. “If that’s what you want, nothing would make me happier.”
You watch as he pulls off his shirt and takes off his pants and then he’s naked before you. He lets you look at him for a moment, unembarrassed by your gaze. Every part of him is beautiful. His broad chest and long arms. The softness of his belly. The little patch of pale skin at his hips. His pretty cock and his sturdy thighs. You reach out and run your fingers over a few new scars. They do nothing to diminish his beauty.
He smiles fondly, “I can see you’re enjoying the view, sweetheart, but it’s time to get out of these wet clothes.”
He helps you undress because your fingers are clumsy. Still a little numb from the cold.
Ezra gets in first. He leans against the curved end of the tub and makes space for you to sit between his legs. You’re still a little wobbly so he reaches up and gives you his hand to hold while you step in and sink into the blissful heat of the water. It’s the perfect temperature. Exactly what you dreamed of as you trudged through miles of relentless rain and wind.
You ease yourself down and settle between Ezra’s thighs and he guides you to lean back against him. You breathe out a long, shaky sigh as you relax against his warm, broad body. You can feel his firm chest cradling your shoulders and his belly against your back, then his scruff of hair and his soft cock.
His strong arms are draped around you, caging you into his body and keeping you safe. You let your head tilt back and rest on his shoulder and he nuzzles into your neck, giving you sweet, open-mouthed kisses, and little puffs of air as he breathes against your skin.
You lie there for a while like that while he kisses your neck and your shoulders. And you touch him, too. You stroke his thighs and his arms. You trace your fingertips over his hands and lift each of them to your mouth so you can kiss them, delighting in their size and how powerful and capable they are.
Ezra washes your hair and your body with soap that smells of orange blossom. His broad palms feel just as roughened and calloused as they ever did as he strokes them over the soapy-slick skin of your breasts and your chest, and then your arms.
You sigh again, so calmed by the reassuring feel of him behind you and the soothing touches of his hands. The warm water is easing your aching muscles and you feel languid and relaxed. You hook your leg over the side of the tub and nudge lightly at his hand, urging it between your spread legs. Ezra’s hand drifts down to your patch of hair and he lets his fingertips trail over your mound and outer lips. Back and forth, swirling, slow and lazy.
“Is this what you need, sweetheart?” he whispers.
You make a contented noise and tilt your hips into his touch. You can feel his cock getting hard but he ignores it and just carries on stroking you. It’s so relaxing that you drift off to sleep. He wakes you by kissing behind your ear.
“Water’s gettin’ a bit cold now. How about that soft bed?”
“Mmm, that sounds perfect,” you say, smiling and drowsy.
You get out of the tub and he gives you a big soft towel and you both get as dry as you can and, leaving the towels in the bathroom, you walk naked to Ezra’s bedroom. There’s a little fireplace in there and it’s already built up with kindling and logs. You watch him as he crouches and lights it.
When he’s done he turns and sees you standing by the bed. “Get in, little bird. We’ve only just got you warmed up.” He pulls back the bed covers. It’s the most comfortable bed you’ve ever laid in. The sheets are so soft against your naked skin.
The rain is beating against the window pane and the wind howls around the chimney, making little whistling noises. But it can’t reach you here. You stretch out and give a little laugh and wiggle your toes. Delighting in being so warm and dry at last. Ezra is propped up on his elbow watching you, smiling and pleased at how happy you are, and he leans in and kisses you deeply, stroking his tongue against yours, slowly and thoroughly.
You pull him closer and arch your chest towards his, letting your breasts touch his bare skin and feeling him moan into your mouth as he kisses you. Ezra loves how soft you feel against him. You run your hands across his broad back and can feel his muscles shift beneath his skin as he climbs on top of you, making space for himself between your thighs. When your hands trail lower and squeeze his behind, you feel his lips smile against your mouth. You smile, too.
“Let me feel you, Ez,” you say. He adjusts his arms to allow his warm, heavy weight to cover you, pressing you into the mattress with the length of his body while he kisses you. When he feels you shift, he lifts his weight off you and kisses down your throat and then your breasts and then down, down until he’s nuzzling sweetly into your cunt. You watch him as he goes down on you. He takes his time over it, holding your thighs open and using his clever tongue to give you a blissful orgasm.
After you’ve come he kneels back and you watch his beautiful cock twitch as he licks the taste of you from his lips and takes in the sight of you, happily pliant and relaxed. All ready for him to take his place between your thighs. You spread your legs wider for him, welcoming him as leans in to press his hard cock where you’re wet for him.
He braces above you on one arm and reaches down with the other to take hold of himself and he pushes into you, slow and easy, like you are where he has always belonged and always will. Filling you like no one else ever has. You lift your legs and wrap them around his hips, letting him push deeper until he’s fully seated inside you.
“Kevva, you feel so good, sweetheart,” he says, and he rocks into you and you move with him. He makes love to you with slow, powerful strokes, letting you feel the delicious stretch of him filling you again and again and again.
You think about rolling him onto his back and riding him so he can watch his cock sinking in and out of you, but this feels too good. This is what you need. His arms are braced either side of you and his chest is pressed against yours. You love how he’s covering you with his body, and filling you with his cock. Keeping you safe and satisfied.
He’s grunting softly and you’ve always loved that about him - that he lets you hear how good you make him feel.
“Can you come like this?” he asks, as he grinds against your clit. His voice is tight and hopeful, but you know he’d give you whatever you need. You wouldn’t always be able to come without the direct pressure of a fingertip on your clit, but you’re so turned on and it’s been so long since you’ve felt him inside you that you know this will be enough tonight. And anyway you can’t bear to have him draw back to make space for your hand. Neither can he, you think. You nod quickly, yes.
“Good girl,” he says. He speeds up his thrusts, his breathing growing harsh and feverish, his eyes losing focus now as he savours the exquisite clutch of your slick heat enveloping him completely. His breathy grunts become louder and more desperate and the sound of him, so overwhelmed by you, is enough to make you come. He fucks you through your orgasm, telling you you’re a good girl and you’re beautiful. He praises how incredible you feel coming on his cock. His hips stutter against you, once, twice, and he moans with relief and pleasure as his come pulses into you. You tilt up your hips and spread your fingers over his behind and urge him to bury himself deeper, deeper. You want to keep him this close, always. Inside you and flush against you. Right where he belongs. You never want to let him go.
Finally he goes still and heavy. He keeps his cock buried deep inside you so you can feel it while he tells you, “I love you, my darling girl.”
You realise you knew this already, but you aren’t sure how. Perhaps he’s told you those words before, and this was another memory that’s been pushed out of your brain to make space for worry.
“I love you, Ezra,” you say. And his soft smile tells you that he’s known this all along.
He eases himself out of you and rolls to the side, taking you with him and lifting you onto his chest. You drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling peaceful and full of afterglow.
In the morning Ezra brings you hot coffee and good things to eat. It’s still raining but there’s nowhere you need to go, so you sit in his cosy kitchen, basking in the heat of the wood-burning stove while he tells you about the good books he’s been reading and his new favourite project – raising plants from the seeds he gathered in his prospecting days.
Life is coming back into focus now. Good memories making space for themselves where once there was only room for fear.
“I’m sorry I went away, Ezra. I don’t know how it happened. I won’t leave again.”
“Little bird, I know you think you flew away but you never really left. You were right here with me all along, safe inside my heart.”
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Masterlist I also have a Javi x Reader one-shot A Walk In The Woods (smut)
#ezra (prospect) x reader#ezra prospect x reader#ezra prospect x you#ezra (prospect) x you#prospect fic#my fic#smut#female reader
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And now it’s Yolanda’s turn to have a headcanon post! @freckledpianoman and me wanted to contribute more Yolanda Montez content to the tags now that the season finale has aired:
Yolanda’s family follows Mexican naming conventions so her full name is Yolanda Pilar Montez Zurita. Montez is her father’s last name while Zurita is her mother’s maiden name. And yes, Zurita is for Juan Zurita
Nicknames are also a tradition in the Montez family. Yolanda’s parents called her mija and nena before their estrangement while her maternal grandmother and her little brother call her by her diminutive name, Yoyi
Courtney’s absolutely delighted when she first hears Yolanda’s abuelita call her Yoyi. She thinks it’s adorable. Yolanda just fondly rolls her eyes when Court whisper yells Yoyi at her all starry eyed
She’s third generation Mexican American. Her maternal grandparents, the Zuritas were originally from Puebla and they came to Blue Valley in the 1970s where their daughters, Maria and Mimi (Yolanda’s mom and aunt) were born and raised. Yolanda grew up speaking Spanish, but she’s not fluent like her parents. She sometimes blanks out trying to remember certain words
“Man, I don’t even know how to begin explaining this in Spanish.”
Yolanda admits that she’s not much of a cook, but she grew up helping her abuelita make traditional dishes and as a result the only two dishes that Yolanda’s capable of making are mole poblano and chiles en nogada
She shares these recipes with Beth and they eventually start cooking together in Beth’s kitchen while Chuck blares music requests in the background
Yolanda usually wears her hair in double braids because her abuelito used to braid her hair in the morning before school. He always claimed that braids were the one style he could confidently do out of all the hairstyles that Yolanda’s abuelita taught him
She does start branching out after Courtney and Beth start helping her experiment with different hairstyles. Yolanda does styles like half up or regular space buns, topknots, braided low ponytails, and she rarely wears her hair down
Courtney once accidentally dyed Yolanda’s hair red when she was trying to give her highlights. Artemis helped fixed it (thanks to the time she accidentally went blonde for a month) but Yolanda ended up with ombre hair for a few weeks
For her quinceañera, Yolanda took inspiration from old photos of her abuelita and silver screen bombshells from the Golden Age of Mexican cinema
Yolanda started learned how to box from her abuelito when she was nine. He was a former lightweight boxing champion in Puebla and he taught boxing classes at a school that he founded with a fellow boxer (who Yolanda later discovers to be Henry Grant, the first Wildcat’s father) after he retired. It became their bonding time
He died when she was fourteen and she joined the Blue Valley High boxing team as a way to honour his memory. She even adopted his boxing nickname, The Mauler
Boxing wasn’t the only sport that she did growing up. Yolanda’s mom signed her up for ballet classes when she was in kindergarten and she was good enough to attend summer classes at the American Ballet Academy during middle school, starring in a few small productions like Coppélia and The Taming of the Shrew
She was forced to quit ballet after the fallout with Cindy leaking her pics and she was closed off for weeks because she missed dancing. After joining the JSA, Beth invited her to sit in on her ballroom dance lesson because “I know it’s not ballet exactly, but you get antsy if you don’t dance, I totally get that”
Yolanda only intended to go to the one lesson, but after partnering up with Beth for a not-so-serious tango and laughing harder than she has for months, she went back to the next lesson. And the next one and by the time the fourth lesson rolls around, Yolanda decides to sign up for the same classes as Beth
Yolanda can eat spicy food as long as there’s just ground spices in it, but she cannot handle chilies, much to her dismay. Every time she accidentally eats one, her eyes water and you can literally see her trying to hold in her reaction going, “nope, I’m not gonna do this, I’m not going to have my ancestors laugh their collective asses off just because I can’t handle a damn pepper”
She eventually caves when Courtney and Beth offer her their chocolate milk
Because she was raised Catholic, Yolanda has a habit of eating fish and shellfish instead of meat on Fridays. Fridays are when the JSA go out to eat instead of staying in the cafeteria and it’s Yolanda’s day to indulge in seafood. Courtney is still surprised how Yolanda can put away two giant king crabs like it’s no big deal, their bodies alone are bigger than Rick’s face
Yolanda’s favourites are coconut curry steamed clams, grilled shrimp, and the crab boil, all washed down with a raspberry lemon agua fresca
Her love for seafood has earned her an annoying, yet affectionate nickname from her cousins, “fish head”
“Mauler Montez, huh? You should’ve gone with El Mero, it’s much more on the nose.”
Courtney and Beth are the only people that Yolanda will share her seafood feast with because a) she gets to feed Beth for once and b) she knows how much Courtney loves shrimp
Rick can starve and Artemis keeps getting her hand smacked away every time she tries to sneak food
“It was one freaking scallop!” “Aren’t you allergic? Do you want to break out into hives again?”
When Beth first brought Artemis to sit at the loser’s table, Yolanda was a little wary of her because she’s known for tackling football players twice her height and she’s pretty sure her parents are Sportsmaster and Tigress. Now Yolanda and Artemis are snarky, overly competitive friends who arm wrestle and and have each others’ backs on the football team
Artemis managed to convince Yolanda to join as an alternate member since football season is right after boxing season and the team could use more girls
Artemis is still trying to convince Beth and Courtney to join as well
“You guys need something other than the JSA, you can get all your frustrations out in football.”
Courtney and Beth drag Rick to games to cheer them on
They both have huge sweet tooths and Artemis is constantly trying to steal the tres leches cake and chocolate flan that Yolanda brings to school. And it’s often a race to get the last one of whatever baked good Beth has brought with her that day
And as huge tomboys as they are, Yolanda and Artemis are arguably the best at doing makeup out of all the girls. Artemis likes experimenting with eyeliner and smokey eyeshadows while Yolanda knows a lot about lip products thanks to her abuelita, who rocks red lipstick and berry flavoured lip gloss well into her seventies
Yolanda means “violet” and she was named as such because her landscape architect mother was working on a Phillipine violet garden during her pregnancy and there was a pot of Persian violets in the OBGYN’s office the day the Montezes found out they were having a girl
Even the earrings that her grandparents gave Yolanda for her first communion were a pair of violet shaped stud earrings
Her abuelita even gave her a pressed violet pendant choker for her fifteenth birthday
Yolanda is a huge horror movie fan. It was a tradition that she shared with her dad since no one else in the family can stand them. Now she keeps trying to get Beth to watch horror movies with her despite the “Halloween only tradition” because Beth’s the only other person who would survive a horror movie
Beth spends half the time clinging to Yolanda when they’re not booing at horror cliches and trying to predict which character is dying next while berating fictional life choices
Courtney and Rick are in the other room pouting, trying and failing to catch up on homework
On the flip side, Beth makes Yolanda watch cartoons with her after horror movies because between school and the JSA, they need other ways to relax and unwind. Yolanda ends up loving The Owl House
“I started watching it because Luz looks like me. I kept watching because it’s so good.” “Yolanda! You did get hooked, you big nerd!”
Beth also finds out that Yolanda is also really into She-Ra, which may or may not have to do with how Catra and Adora look like Yolanda and Courtney. Beth doesn’t stop grinning and nudging her for the rest of the night when she sees Yolanda blushing over Catra and Adora
“You guys could dress up as them for Halloween!”
Despite their different tastes, they both enjoy true crime and history shows. They’re both fans of Drunk History and the Drunk Mystery Halloween episodes
And Beth is surprised to learn that Yolanda has a soft spot for period dramas as well. The both love Hidden Figures and The Personal History of David Copperfield
Yolanda is what Artemis likes to refer to as a distinguished bi. She knew that she was bi since she was fourteen when her abuelito pointed out that the way she acted around the very pretty ballerina in her dance class was the exact same as the way she acted around the very charming baseball player
“Abuelito, oh my god! Did anyone else notice?” “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, mija. You just have very good taste in people, just like your Tia Mimi.” “Tia Mimi likes girls too?”
And thus, her abuelito technically became the first person she came out to
She’s out to only two other people in her family, her little brother and her abuelita. It’s not like her parents would be disappointed in her for being bisexual (the congregation that the Montezes go to is fairly open) but Yolanda wasn’t able to talk with them about it because of her estrangement with them
Whenever she gets a crush on someone, she does this little honking laugh that makes Rick look at her in a mix of horror and confusion
“What the hell, is that your laugh? Stop flirting and help me find Hootie before Beth finds out he’s missing.”
It’s what clues him in to Yolanda’s crush on Courtney
Due to her estrangement from her parents, Yolanda didn’t think about having a quinceañera, but the JSA decides to throw her one with help from Yolanda’s abuelita, Socorro “Coco” Zurita, who’s played by Adriana Barraza. Aside from Tia Mimi who’s played by Marisa Ramirez and Yolanda’s cousins Josefa and Charo, played by Lee Rodriguez and Herizen Guardiola, Abuelita Coco is pretty much the only other family member besides Alex who still talks with her and she will make sure that her granddaughter has a wonderful quinces
Yolanda was never really a big fan of big, poofy dresses because they remind her of the itchy netted dresses that she had to wear for her first communion and other big church events she had to go to as a kid. So Beth and abuelita Coco decide to surprise her by making a skirted jumpsuit instead
And while she doesn't wear heels that often, joining Beth at her dance classes helps ensure that she rocks the Wildcat blue shoes that Courtney picks out for her
Beth, Courtney, and Artemis all pitch in to get a cat eye necklace for Yolanda to wear at her quinces. Yolanda denies crying when they give it to her
“Are you crying?” “It’s my allergies acting up, no big deal.”
And instead of the father-daughter dance, the JSA just converges on Yolanda for one big slow group dance One Day at a Time style
Yolanda and Courtney have more than a few slow dances together
She has nicknames for everyone in the JSA. Courtney is Shooting Star, Beth is Sunshine, Artemis is Hawkeye, and Rick is John Bender
“Seriously, Yolanda? You couldn’t have been more creative.” “Would you rather I call you One Minute Man?” “Ugh, just don’t say it in front of Beth.”
Yolanda knows so many Selena songs by heart because abuelita Coco is a huge fan. She grew up singing along to Bidi Bidi Bom Bom and Como La Flor and it’s almost a Pavlovian response to sing along to a Selena song whenever she hears one on the radio during JSA car trips
Courtney and Beth totally sing along with her while Artemis heckles them and Rick just groans and tells the girls to keep it down when he’s trying to drive
Yolanda is the only JSA member that Beth’s goggles will work for, but she still can’t make the staff glow. However, she’s the only person (other than Courtney and Pat) who’s able to order it around
“Wait, why is she able to order it around?” “Maybe because it knows Yolanda is a boss.”
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『COURTNEY EATON ❙ CIS FEMALE』 ⟿ looks like MARLA CRANE is here for HER JUNIOR year as a JOURNALISM student. she is 22 years old & known to be inventive, dogged, heedless & blunt. They’re living in GORHAM, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ mia. 23. pt. she/her.
[without me by eminem plays muffled from the next room as marla wanders thru the door w a mickey of vodka in her left hand and the communist manifesto in her right]
tws for drug use, mental illness
history
she has a happy childhood in a seattle suburb. she’s the youngest of two girls, and even though her mom works all the time, and her dad’s overseas, everything’s fine. until marla gets to second grade, which she hates, gets into a fight with a boy, and nearly bites his finger off. this time she gets off with a warning. then, later that week, said boy and her are working on this paper maché duck together, and the teacher's keeping an eye on them at first but has now dismissed them as totally getting along, and then the teacher glances at them again to find that they have vanished, and so have the art supplies. the two of them are found six hours later hiding in a park. they’ve been hanging out there all day, asking for a quarter from each unsuspecting parent or guardian they’ve seen. they’ve used this to buy as much food from the community centre vending machine as they can carry. their goal: wait until their parents are sleeping, steal the tent from marla’s backyard, and go live in the treehouse in his backyard. upon discovery, they’re both grounded for a month. marla is no longer allowed to read calvin and hobbes –– her mom is pretty sure it’s what inspired the escape attempt.
she and this boy, whose name is jasper, regroup once they’ve been ungrounded. jasper and her are both the sort of kids who bite their nails at the sign of a group project. their fight had been over who got to read the classroom’s only calvin and hobbes anthology. their initial truce had been based entirely around a mutual desire for treehouse living. now, they just want insurance. so they agree to partner up, always.
they’re bad influences on each other. apart, they’re both a little feral, sure, but they understand that certain things are not possible, and they avoid danger if they can help it. when they hang out, though, they egg each other on. jasper breaks his arm because marla dares him to climb the school; marla’s suspended after jasper dares her to pull the fire alarm; jasper and marla accidentally burn down a garden shed; jasper and marla scam five people out of their lunch money so they can go see a movie after school. (they pay them back a week later. they’re not total monsters. also, they were getting scared one of the kids was gonna tell on them).
jasper’s parents are moving. jasper’s moving with them, out to the country. marla hates it, but she steels herself. she can be independent. she’s nearly sixteen now, and it’s about time she started. but she’s going to miss him. he tells her that nothing’s going to change, which she tells him is bullshit. he takes this the wrong way, and they stop speaking to each other. this goes on for five months. marla’s lonely at first –– she doesn’t know how to talk to people who aren’t him. she starts dating this guy, and that opens things up a little bit. he introduces her to his friends, and suddenly she doesn’t feel as wild. she’s no longer a product of the outskirts.
one night she thinks fuck it, that’s enough silence. she sneaks out at one am, texting jasper to meet her halfway. she borrows her sister’s car. marla figures she practically knows how to drive. she’s done it a few times. and, to her credit, she makes it to where she and jasper are meeting. she also wraps the car around a pole. she emerges relatively unharmed, and she panics. jasper doesn’t show up. he texts to tell her he got caught trying to leave. she calls him an idiot. then she waits there, arms crossed, incapable of doing anything but dreading consequences, until it’s nearly morning. that’s when a cop drives by and the process of being in trouble begins. it’s a clusterfuck. this is when her sister stops speaking to her –– marla’s been on thin ice with her for a long time, but now it’s over. it isn’t so much that her sister wants to hold a grudge. it’s just finally too much. and marla gets it. for once, she doesn’t try and change things, or slip out of trouble. that doesn’t mean she doesn’t get into a number of shouting matches with her mom. her phone is taken away, as is all of her money, which goes toward buying her sister a new car. her laptop is sold in the name of the new car too. she can use the family computer if schoolwork absolutely demands internet access.
she hasn’t heard from jasper in a long time. her now ex boyfriend is still sort of a friend, but not the kind she can hang out with. there was one girl she really got along with at their school, but they made out at a party and the next day the girl wouldn’t really look her in the eyes. she turns seventeen, the birthday celebrated more or less alone, and does a little stint in juvie for keying a teacher’s car. she then spends a year at a community college, followed by radcliffe. she picks radcliffe because she’s accepted, and because it’s far from home. being at home fills her with this sick feeling now –– something went bad somewhere along the way, and she’s pretty sure it was her that made the wrong turn at the crossroads. not her mom, not jasper, not anyone else that had power over her life. and she won’t reach out to her friend, or to her sister, because that would mean admitting she cares more than they do.
she sort of wishes she could go back to being a careful person. she wants to understand boundaries. she also wants her life to have a purpose, and she likes writing, and she’s always loved nancy drew, but being a detective would’ve meant being a cop and she'd genuinely rather die, so she’s gone for journalism. she’s not loving the university experience, but it’s better than before, and it’s provided a lot of distractions that she’s grateful for.
headcanons / personality :
she can be a little abrasive.
she smokes weed whenever she can afford it, because if she doesn’t she tends toward feeling depressed and highly uninspired. she carries this apathy with her, and then every once in a while she’ll snap, and either get a lot better or a lot worse. klonopin is her best friend now.
she’s 100% a leftist and the way to her heart at this point is through communism memes. she’s slowly but surely making her way through the works of karl marx. she’d probably be done by now, but she keeps reading romance novels instead. (this is also a secret. she reads them on her phone and deletes them the moment she’s done so that nobody can know).
she lives to pirate movies, but claims that the only movie she’s ever seen is showgirls. this is because she dated a film major during her first year of college and found him so insufferable that she’s decided nobody can ever know she watches movies. she gets that he was just a jackass, and she shouldn’t judge anyone by their major, and yet................ that said, she has a secret letterboxd account (when she made it, she found her ex’s account and blocked him, just in case) and on it there’s a list of films in which richard nixon gets punched in the face.
deep down she’s actually very sentimental and sensitive, which is why she worked so hard to Not Be That growing up. she does her very best to never show that side of herself –– if someone sees her crying she’s just gotta kill them ! those are the rules. and after a while it got more and more difficult to actually access that side of herself. when she cries, it’s an Event.
she’s always broke. she’s also somehow always capable of scraping together exactly enough money to go out.
she knows that if jasper contacted her now, even after the years of radio silence, she’d do anything for him. they’re still friends, even if that friendship only exists in her memories. she realizes she could text him, but that would violate her strict double texting rules. and she’s afraid to.
she definitely makes bad decisions while drunk. like, all the time. speaking of which, she’s up for anything ! wanna attempt to summon a demon at 3 am? she’s ur girl ! wanna break into someone’s house and move all of the furniture over by about an inch before stealing away into the night? she’s already there !
she’s actually a good listener, which is one of the only positive traits she credits herself with. that, and creativity.
she’s a taurus but like . there is almost definitely some pisces / scorpio / sagittarius on her chart
she can play piano. she’s actually pretty good at it. or she was, back when she had access to pianos.
she really really really really really really wants a dog but there is no way in hell she can afford one
she’s bisexual
wanted connections :
(i mean. i will love anything, but....)
exes – whether they dated for a while or just hooked up once or twice tbh
enemies – these are easy because marla often does not consider consequences, so she could easily have done smth :/ to ur muse
friends – pls ! she needs them
unrequited crush – on her part, probably ? maybe they’re friends and she doesn’t wanna fuck that up but she’s starting to care about them in a different way. I Love Repression. what a good trope.
if anyone’s down for spontaneous tattoos............ she loves those (@chase hi, hello, come here)
a good influence would be fantastic
anyone else from seattle / the seattle area who maybe knew her in passing
um i really want this
#radintro#drug use /#mental illness /#alcohol /#i didnt proofread this i just . replaced 'isla' w 'marla' and thats it. same intro
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love your blog dawg ! could we get some hcs of the bois at disneyland?
hewwo! here ya goooo!
Ichiro
he has to keep the young ones in check
In the end, it’s saburo keeping ichiro and jiro in check
Ichiro is honestly just so excited, but he really is watching out for his brothers and finds saburo’s sense of responsibility pretty cute, even if Ichiro knows the schedule already (he’s been to Disneyland enough times)
He wears either cosplay or a fucking nerd shirt, or he gies wild with the cosplay, like an accurate one or like an outfit inspired thing
He’s in it for the thrills and races his brothers everywhere
SPACE MOUNTAIN, but he would ride almost everything
If he’s in Disney Sea, he rides the Journey to the Center of the Earth and Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull 526629 times
He also likes taking pictures of his brothers and is that annoying gen Z with all the aesthetic pictures
Encourages Jiro and Saburo to take family pics at nice places and with the mascots
Oh and all the fucking march, yes of course he allows his brothers to shop till they drop at the Disney stores… but only buying one or two items for himself because he’s a big bro that way
Jiro
food. All of the food
He literally is a hungry male teenager, who lives on testosterone and memes, so he’ll really go out and eat
Mickey Mouse waffle? Turkey leg? Churros? Every flavour of ice cream? Every flavour of popcorn? Even the soy sauce one? You bet it!
He also dresses up because he be a nerd like that
He only does it though if Ichiro does it
He also teases and steals saburo’s maps while running away from their older brother who wants to go somewhere else as well
He also steals a little bit from around the place, well nothing major, a scrap of cloth here, a rock there… well nothing that would go noticed really
Secretly addicted to the Tsum tsums and leaves with at least five new ones
all buster bros will fight at the buzz lightyear astro blasters
They will fight honestly
His favourite ride is the Splash Mountain, mostly he because he can laugh at Saburo not wanting to get wet
Saburo
maps. Maps. just. Maps
Official time keeper
Like he knows all the times of the shows and of the parades and of the fireworks
He tries to keep a schedule, but ends up chasing Jiro and Ichiro everywhere
Buys the stuff toys
Already has a Duffy Bear, so he buys it clothes
He also brought it so he can take pictures with it and post them on instagram
He also loves pins because he likes putting them on his jacket or lanyard and actively barters for pins with the staff
The staff also give him stickers, not just because he’s a buster bro, but because he genuinely collects them
He would still ask for an autograph every time he would take a picture, and all his little autograph books have the dates on them so that he can remember when he went to Disneyland with his brothers
He also prints out the pictures they have in front of the castle, and has a compilation of them over the years
Favorite ride is probably the buzz lightyear ride with the guns
Samatoki
why the fuck is he even here
No just kidding, he tries to be edgy but he really isn’t? Like honestly???
He went here with Nemu once and she convinced him to wear a Mickey mouse headband, take a selfie with her in front of the castle, ride the fucking spinning teacups, IT’S A SMALL WORLD
He also was Nemu’s personal tripod, and he enjoyed it
He even gave suggestions on how to pose
He also loves the popcorn and would buy it at any given chance
When he went with Mad Trigger Crew (his excuse was to bring Riou), he was very excitable in a “cool way”
Like he would know the shortest routes and the best rides and strategies for lines
His favourite ride though is Tower of terror, because he’s secretly a sap for the stories
Nemu introduced him to the awesome hoodies, and he buys one every time he goes
He actually bought a Duffy Bear and Nemu bought him the Duffy scarf with the paws… he wears it
Jyuto
He’s gone on several dates to Disneyland and Disney Sea and he’s lowkey tired of it
But when Samatoki brings him to Disneyland, it’s an entirely new experience
The yakuza boss literally shows the two of them the best parts of Disneyland like he’s a fucking expert, and they don’t even have to pay extra to like skip the line because Samatoki fucking strategises
Jyuto actually enjoys Disneyland and has to play that cool guy that doesn’t actually enjoy
Though he’s actually a fucking sucker for all the shows really, and the rides… okay everything about Disney
Because he loves the childlike wonder that comes out of everyone when they’re at Disneyland because his childhood, and nearly everyone else’s in Hypmic wasn’t that awesome
He makes sure they don’t miss any of the shows, but Samatoki took care of that
Is the type to buy a watch or a necklace for himself
Riou
First time he went was with MTC on Samatoki’s insistence and he actually had fun
Of course, our favourite soldier is a bit NR, but you know, what do expect from such a harass
The thing is, he smiles a lot in Disneyland because it has that kind of magic
Samatoki actually convinces him to take a picture with mascots, in front of the castle, and at every possible place with the “picture spot” marked
Wicked at carnival games because he’s just strong and has good aim
Seriously, do you see him carrying around a bullseye stuffed toy and stuff
Has the highest score out of MTC in Buzz Lightyear, much to the cop’s and the yakuza’s dismay
Mostly NR during the thrill rides, but he grins at the expressions (especially Jyuto’s)
He also buys merch, but like the cooking merch, you know like the oven mitts… the pans… the moulds… the small little cute stuff
Seriously do you see him at his campfire cutting out Mickey shaped mountain lion patties?
Ramuda
Rides all the kiddie rides, like all of them, including the Dumbo one… and the carousel
And everything, he’s a literal child when it comes to it
Yes he brings his stuff toy around and takes pictures with it
Has those really really nice aesthetic pictures and like it would fit his Instagram theme
He also collects the stickers and really runs around like an energetic child, but he can very much take care of himself
He’d also drag Gentaro and Dice, and he’d really go full out kid
He’d take a picture with all the princesses and have a lot of shit on his clothes
He would be the type to have those headbands or those crowns or those character hats
Yes he would force Gentaro and Dice into it
Dice
Would eat all of the food, with Gentaro’s money because he’s broke
Yes Ramuda paid for their tickets because secretly Ramuda is fucking loaded
Is the dumbass that eats before a ride, but he also doesn’t throw up, much to no one’s surprise
He asks Gentaro the dumbest questions, like “how does the mascot breathe” not because he’s stupid, but because he’s partly in a food coma
He also gets super excited, like he doesn’t hide it because it’s like his first or second time inside and he gets to to both parks
He really goes all out when it comes to the rides and Gentaro really sees him light up so he indulges Dice with his food needs and clothes… especially the clothes
Favorite ride would be the tea cups because he can move really so fucking fast
Gentaro
Has to watch Dice because he knows Ramuda can take care of himself and basically enters a very peaceful headspace
But then he’s also the type to like disappear and hang around in the palace, take pictures, write poems, hang out with the princesses
He also hasn’t been to Disneyland before because like he didn’t really have the reason to, but he really enjoys
He loves the happiness he sees in children and adults and he thinks about it
He indulges dice in like buying stuff, but he buys himself like a snow globe or a statue
Oh or like a glass statue and he really likes the way it catches the light
And he wears his regular traditional clothes, so he too has really nice pictures in Disneyland with the flowers and shit, like the princess garden is his bitch
Jakurai
He’s very serene when he goes to Disneyland and would go with Matenrou
He isn’t the type to go alone because he believes it would be nice to spend time with friends or loved ones
One time he went with TDD and it was a fucking disaster, but a pretty fond memory all the same
If the entire hypmic is there, he will watch over
Which means being dragged to all the rides
Just imagine a tall ass doctor in the fucking magic carpet ride
It’s a fucking Small World (Thank u Hifumi)
He would genuinely enjoy the Winnie the Pooh ride (BECAUSE!! REASONS!!!)
Doppo
Mostly watching over Hifumi, and carrying all the stuff
But he has so much fun really
Except on the thrill rides
Well, he loves the train that goes around Disney and he takes pictures of the view
He also runs after Hifumi most of the time and genuinely panics because Hifumi is really like a fucking speed demon
Actually enjoys the shows because music is so awesome and he loves how like the sets work and all
Tries not to bump anyone and tries to give everyone personal space when they’re in line but you know
Hifumi
The biggest fucking puppy ever
Has the biggest budget for merch like in all honesty
He fucking buys stuff toys and all
Though he’s afraid of the princesses, Doppo buys him a crown and so he’s just prancing around in a dress shirt and his fancy slacks and honestly just looks like a very Disney person
Has the cutest pictures with the aesthetic food
He also jumps around and drags everyone on the rides
Don’t pair with Ramuda, they’re gonna fucking make everyone die
He can’t pick a favorite ride because he loves all of them
Might be the Disney poster boy
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Scenarios in which the Organization Members and their S/O had this argument and they think that their S/O are pissed af with them bc of that, decided to leave them, and decides to get drunk.
How fitting that this one came after the drunk Org member ask o:
Xemnas
Xemnas is interesting because he doesn’t yell or anything like that
And you’re too upset to notice how his voice keeps getting colder and more emotionless
“Maybe it’s time to end this, then.”
He looks perfectly composed when he says it, though it stops you dead in your tracks
Then he opens the door and motions for you to leave. “I will have the Dusks bring your things to you tomorrow.”
Xemnas is still not really used to emotions
For a bit, he just stares out of the window
Then he has the Dusks bring him some of his favorite alcohol
And then some more
And then some more
And then some more…
The Dusks also take away the empty bottles, so it’s unclear how much he drank
He does figure out that he misses you, but he won’t try to get you back unless you talk to him first
Xigbar
Welp. This sucks.
It’s not the first time he’s fought with an S/O. And it’s not the first really bad argument either
But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt
Especially since, while he has had relationships at times, he mostly tried to stay away from that kind of stuff. It’s rare for him to trust another person this much.
He’d been thinking about telling you his biggest secret, but well, now he’s glad he didn’t. And decides to end it before he gets tempted again.
Once that decision is made, Xigbar just wants to numb everything for a bit
While he could just use his powers to steal some booze, he actually teleports to a bar in a far-off world and drinks it there
And it’s pretty obvious that his plan isn’t to have a nice time or enjoy the taste or whatever; his plan is to get absolutely drunk
While he has a low tolerance, even drunk he’s very good at knowing how much more he can take before blacking out
And when he’s almost there, he just leaves, the drink he last ordered still in hand
(What are the owners and barkeeps gonna do? The chances of Xiggy ending up in that exact place of that exact world again are ridiculously slim. If the police even believe them when they say a dude teleported away without paying)
He ends up in a very remote place in some world, far away from anyone else
He doesn’t even know which world it is. Just that it’s a wide open field under the stars
He passes out there, and comes back to the castle sometime between noon the next day and evening the day after
Afterwards, he avoids you, but is kind of lowkey about it; he even tries joking around like he does with everyone, but if you pay attention, you can notice that something is different about his jokes when you’re around
Xaldin
He knew he shouldn’t have given in
He’d promised himself he would never allow “love”, and he broke that promise
And now he has to pay the price, it seems
The argument may have been dumb, but it happened, voices were raised, and a lot of bad words were said
Xaldin had compared you to his ex, for example; not exactly the best thing to do
It had taken far less to make his last relationship break apart, so he assumes the same will happen again
He ends up calling Lexaeus in the middle of the night; by the time Lex gets to him, Xaldin is fast asleep
Lexaeus brings him back to the Castle and drops him off in his bed
The next day, Xaldin basically treats you exactly how he did before you became a couple in the first place; he assumes it’s over, after all
If you ask him to talk, he’s seriously surprised because he didn’t expect there to be anything left to talk about, but he’s open to doing so
Vexen
It started out as a normal argument - something completely insignificant
But somehow this time, instead of resolving it like you two normally do, you both got defensive about it and it kept spiralling into a full-blown fight
You start listing everything that sometimes bothers you about Vexen, who retorts with whatever annoys him about you, and so on
In the end, he tells you that if he’s that terrible, maybe you should just leave him
You shoot back that yeah, maybe you should, and leave to calm down
Vexen is stunned for a bit before he leaves as well
He doesn’t drink much, normally, but oh well. Today’s special.
He just drinks in his room, and doesn’t go for blackout drunk
One might think he’s almost responsible(ish) about it… But then he figures he should definitely go do some experiments
He’s trying to distract himself from you and especially the argument, and the one thing that’s easiest to use for that purpose is science. It’s completely logical.
It… Does not go well
While he doesn’t blow up the entire castle, he does mess up several long-time experiments and breaks a few things
He might’ve done more damage, but one of the other apprentices notices the weird noises and gets him out of there and back into his room
Lexaeus
He’s usually very calm, even the few times you might’ve fought before
This is the first time you’ve heard him raise his voice, and it’s terrifying
He feels bad immediately afterwards, especially when you flinch away at first
So instead, he turns around and leaves without another word
A few of the people from Radiant Garden ended up in Traverse Town, including the owner of his favorite pub; they reopened in Traverse, and that’s where Lex is headed now
He’s very very quiet for a while
Only when he had a lot to drink does he start talking to the other customers, mostly about you and that he regrets yelling
He stays until the bar closes, then staggers back to the Castle
The next day, he tries to apologize to you, for the fight, the yelling and for just leaving
Zexion
He rarely yells when he gets angry; most times, he just gets snarkier
So he doesn’t really get loud at all during the argument; at some point, he just says that maybe the whole thing was a waste of time
And then he leaves
He doesn’t even know where he plans to go. Pretty much just wants to blow off some steam
So he teleports to another world, just so happens to land in a city, and walks around
And, well, he ends up right in front of a bar, and figures “might as well”
He never got drunk as a Somebody, obviously; he mainly heard about the whole “get drunk to drown sad feelings” thing from books
It’s not really a conscious decision, but at first, he totally mimics the way it’s usually described, with the character in question sitting at the bar, brooding, not talking much
But, well, then he actually ends up drunk. And just starts talking - About you, the fight, maybe some asides about other stuff
He can still walk when he goes back to the castle, but barely. Once there, he pretty much just falls down in his bed and falls asleep
He doesn’t remember much once he wakes up, at least not the part when he actually ended up very talkative
He won’t talk to you afterwards any more than necessary, and will be very snarky when he does
If you want to mend your relationship, you’ll need to make the first step - He will listen, at least, and is willing to talk to you if you start
Saix
Arguing with Saix is… weird
He’s really calm, usually, but it always feels like there’s anger bubbling just below the surface
And in this fight, this anger finally comes to the front, causing a lot of yelling
It’s kind of scarier than Lex yelling; Lex’ case was one short outburst, but it never really felt like he wasn’t in control
Saix feels like he might snap
You end up backing away from him; it takes him a bit to notice, but once he does, that seems to snap him back into reality
He just stands there and stares at you for a bit, as if he’s trying to figure out what exactly was going on
He then gets very cold
“Maybe this is a sign we should stop this farce.”
After all, he has no Heart. What could this whole relationship have been but a farce? He refuses to acknowledge that he’s hurt at all, and just turns around and leaves
He just picks a place with a nice view of the stars to drink
For a change, he doesn’t feel talkative at all, even when someone walks past. He just sits there and stares at the stars.
Afterwards, Saix treats you like the whole relationship never happened, though it seems like he’s a bit colder with you than with the others - But he’s cold to everyone, so that’s hard to figure out
If you try to talk to him about it, he blows you off
Axel
For a dude so sure he has no emotions, Axel is a pretty emotional guy
Your arguments usually don’t involve yelling though. Usually.
“All right, if that’s how you really think, then how about we just split?!”
He gives you only a second or two to answer before he turns around and teleports away
He gets himself some booze, then returns to his room
While drinking, he tries to blow of some steam, taking any frustrations out on his furniture
It’s very lucky he can’t control his fire once he gets drunk, or else the Castle wouldn’t be standing anymore
(His bedsheets and parts of the walls are a little singed though)
He calms down once pretty much nothing is in its place anymore, and decides that he doesn’t really want to end things with you
So he writes you a letter (yes, you can tell it was written while he was drunk) and slips it under your door
Next day, his memories are kind of hazy, though he does know that he wrote you something
If you don’t ring it up, he asks you about it. While he had the thought when drunk, he really doesn’t want your relationship to end, so if you’re up for giving it another try, he’s down
Demyx
The argument starts harmless enough, but ends up getting worse and worse
Both of you end up crying at some point
“Fine, then let’s just end it!”
You’re both stunned after he says it
Then he opens up a dark portal right where he stands and disappears in it
He ends up in a supermarket, and spontaneously decides to buy booze and get drunk
Demyx doesn’t pick any specific place, he drinks while strolling through the city he ended up in
He kind of regrets what he said to be honest
And the drunker he gets, the more determined he gets to try and win you back
Which ends with a very drunk Demyx trying to serenade you from outside your door
Think of his sitar skills what you will, but when he’s drunk, they’re far worse
If you tell him to leave, he will, though he’ll be heartbroken
If you open the door, though, he’ll give you a big hug, and then promptly pass out
Luxord
Luxord doesn’t yell; you can tell that it’s serious when his voice stops sounding even slightly amused
He does sound angry eventually, but he barely raises his voice. He does sound slightly sarcastic though
“Perhaps it would be best if we went our separate ways if I bother you this much.”
Then he very calmly leaves
He goes to a nice pub to drink; he might’ve even been there before once or twice after a mission
He doesn’t talk much while drinking, mostly just thinks
And he manages to not get into any weird hijinks while he’s drunk, and instead just ends up returning to the Castle late at night
The next day, he actually approaches you and asks if you want to talk things over, now that (hopefully) you’ve both had time to calm down
If you say no, he takes his loss. You can’t always win, after all
Marluxia
Marluxia is usually rather calm, but… not during this fight
In the end, he yells at you that maybe you two should end it, then he leaves
Once he’s alone, he kinda… deflates, his anger mostly gone
He ends up grabbing some booze and going to his garden alone
No one sees him until at least noon the next day; he comes back with some dirt, grass and twigs still stuck in his hair
(Not that many people see him like that; he immediately goes to his room to take a shower at least)
A little while later, you find a bouquet with purple hyacinth and pink roses in your room, alongside a card containing a time and place, most likely his garden
If you decide to go, he’s waiting there for you, ready to apologize
Larxene
She’s got a hot temper, so this is far from the first fight you have
Usually, both of you calm down again shortly afterwards; Larxene just has to get her anger out, then be left alone for a while before she comes back to your side
But this time… This time was different. Far worse than any other fight
And honestly, considering how often she’s lost her temper before, who could blame you for not wanting her back this time?
She leaves the castle without telling anyone and steals a lot of booze somewhere
Some poor idiot had the dumb idea to bother her while she was drinking; even drunk, she easily won that fight with only a few scrapes and bruises
Marluxia brings her back the next morning
He doesn’t tell anyone where or how he found her, and she’s fast asleep when he does
The time after, she just avoids you unless you start talking to her
Roxas
He doesn’t have much of a concept of many things, so the relationship is kind of strange for him in general
And it’s not like the others, even Axel, are much help; not with the whole “Nope no feelings” stuff (and Axel’s tips are just… Not too helpful)
Roxas ends up saying that maybe you should’ve never started this
Since he’s never really heard of the whole “getting drunk after a breakup” thing, that’s not where his mind goes
Instead, he just grabs some ice cream and sits on the clock tower
Axel joins him after a while, and a bit later, so does Xion
Axel asks Roxas what happened, and listens while he talks, but doesn’t really have any tips
(Have y’all played Days? None of these three idiots know how to just talk to each other I swear)
The next time he sees you, Roxas looks like he wants to say something to you, but doesn’t
If you start a conversation, though, you two might be able to talk it all out
Xion
Similar to Roxas, the whole relationship thing is kind of new to her
(Though she at least has better ressources for tips than just “ask Axel”)
So like, theoretically, she knows that fights happen and stuff
But she’s never really experienced a fight like this, and isn’t sure if this is one of the types that you can talk out, or if it’s too bad for that
She’s weirdly calm when she says that maybe it’d be better to end; of course she’s upset and angry, but also confused and just trying to make sense of it
Like Roxas, she doesn’t really know the concept of getting drunk to numb feelings etc
So she just teleports to the beach. She doesn’t really think about it, it’s more of a subconscious decision; the sound of waves calms her down
She just sits there and watched the ocean for a while, then starts collecting seashells
A few days later, you find a shell and a note saying “I’m sorry” in your room
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Millory Kids Headcanons
Following my Millory!Domestic Headcanons, check that out to follow this. Also note that these are just my headcanons but we are all entitled to our own ideas/ visions. These are the actors/actresses I’ve envisioned to be Millory children, but I’m actually super curious what others have thought of!
They have their first son and Michael manages to name him something “normal” despite Mallory’s best efforts.
They name him Lucas
They do their best not to go to crazy after the baby is born, but neither of them has much experience with newborns, so it’s kinda hit the ground running sort of learning.
But they both love him more than anything in the world. Michael will pace around while holding the baby when he’s trying to think, and Mallory likes to just hold him and be close.
Michael doesn’t like the witches to be anywhere near his son, and usually limits their time with baby Lucas. Luckily, he’s a boy so the witches aren’t trying to recruit him into the coven just yet.
The high-ranking Satanist send gifts, including a crib that looks straight out of Rosemary’s Baby
Luckily, Mallory is able to hide that pretty quickly and eventually gets rid of it altogether.
The baby has some power manifesting though. When Mallory stubs her toe, Lucas will start to cry as if it were his own.
Michael and Mallory don’t get a lot of alone time together, though. The baby has taken over their lives, even if they don’t mind.
But eventually, when enough time has passed and the baby starts to sleep through the night, and they finally get some time together again…
They have their second child, Briar.
The witches are interested in Briar, but same routine as before. Michael blocks them off, Mallory blocks off the Satanist.
Lucas likes having a sister, even if he’s still pretty young he seems to understand what’s going on and bonds quickly with her.
Briar is a quiet baby, and quickly steals everybody’s hearts.
It really doesn’t take them long to decide that they want another.
Their third child they name Oliver
Even though she did want to have a lot of kids, Mallory suddenly feels overwhelmed when she delivers her third child.
Michael reassures her that it’s all okay, and obviously he’s going to always be there to help in any way he can
….also he’s been toying with the idea of just having as many as she’ll give him.
He likes being a father, likes the big family. Likes the sound of all their tiny feet running up and down the halls on wobbly feet.
He goes out of his way to help out, and when Mallory begins to feel like herself again, mentions having more.
To his excitement, she’s also curious about having a big family. She’d been an only child and remembers a lot of loneliness.
Even when it’s overwhelming, there’s no denying how much she’s grown to love her growing pack of kids.
All to soon, they have their fourth…
Jasper is born, and while they discuss having more kids, it’s gonna have to wait until their others get a little older.
And now that they’ve gotten their fair share of newborn care, it’s not nearly as scary as it once was.
Lucas and Oliver can usually be heard fighting somewhere in the big house.
Briar and Jasper outside with Mallory, helping her with the garden.
They would wait a little longer, but one night when Michael’s put the kids to bed he’d pull Mallory in close and ask if she wants another.
They’re told it’s a boy, and Mallory’s heart gets set on the name “Emmett”
To their surprise (and delight) it’s a girl.
But Mallory can’t think of any other name for their newest addition, and so Emmett it is.
It doesn’t take them very long to get back in the newborn routine. It’s something both of them can do in their sleep now.
Coco’s still the fun aunt who drops in sporadically, throws presents at everybody, and then takes off to live her best life.
Miss. Meade helps out, and Mallory has finally grown less weary of the strange woman who helps her with her children.
It doesn’t take much time for her to end up pregnant again.
Their 6th child is a boy
They name him Calvin.
Mallory thinks they might be done after this, really, she’s had way more than she ever thought she would.
Michael sets out on a mission, because he’s pretty sure they can handle more.
He’s constantly bringing it up, mostly because he can see the curiosity in her eyes once Calvin’s done teething.
She tells him she does want another, but she wants to name this one. She likes the unique names and she knows Michael and Coco have been steering her away from them since Lucas.
Michael is nervous of course, but agrees he’ll give no input on this one’s name.
She’s pregnant and carrying Calvin on her hip, or talking to the other kids about the new baby and what she wants to name it.
And Michael starts to get nervous. The names she’s saying are just… bad, really really bad.
He discreetly puts the book of baby names on the nightstand, but she doesn’t even bother looking at it.
“The name I want for this little one won’t be found in a baby book, Michael.”
It’s a baby girl, and while Mallory still contemplates names, Michael can only whisper his apologies to his new daughter about whatever horrible name she’s about to be labeled with.
“Whatever it is,” he tells the newborn, “you can go by a nickname. I’m sorry but I had to give her this so that you would be born.”
But it’s not so bad.
Mallory names her Campbell.
At first, everybody thinks of soup, but with enough time they can finally see it as her name.
It’s Mallory who decides she does want just one more. Michael is more than happy to oblige.
Their once bare home is now covered in pictures of the kids, drawings, school art, all sorts of memories they’ve created together.
Michael has no interest in the apocalypse. Not really, not if it takes the life he’s built for Mallory and the kids away.
Mallory never realized how much she’d love the chaos of a full house. It can be overwhelming, but she’s come to welcome that.
There next baby is another girl, and much to his relief, Mallory gives full naming rights to Michael.
Talia, who Mallory is pretty sure is their last child.
The witches still poke around. There’s even talk of letting Briar go to Robichaux for the summer.
Michael is firmly against the idea at first, but all of the kids are starting to show more ability than he originally thought.
Michael and Mallory begin to show them a thing or two about magic.
It just sort of happens, after a surprisingly peaceful day all of the kids go to bed early, even baby Talia.
They’re just enjoying a rare quiet moment in bed when suddenly Mallory realizes she’s probably going to have her ninth baby.
Sure enough, nine months later, Theo is born.
It’s actually in the hospital, when Michael’s holding the new baby that Mallory brings up the idea.
Five boys and four girls, they might as well just try for just one more (she means it this time).
An even number of girls to boys would be nice.
They give it some time, and eventually she has her tenth and final baby.
They name her Mercy.
That’s it, they’re done.
The house is full of magical children to the antichrist and supreme witch.
Thanks to @sophiegracejreylo for listening to all my changing casting choices! Seriously, sometimes you just see somebody else who fits the picture in your head. Still might change in future if new person shows up of somebody makes a suggestion that fits just right.
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Good evening, traveler.
Juno Steel has finally gotten himself into a mess he can’t get out of. Now he’s lying comatose in a hospital bed, and it’ll take a miracle to wake him again.
Luckily, Peter Nureyev knows exactly where to go looking for a miracle: in the lair of the mysterious Blue Persephone, who may be able to tip the balance between life and death.
When last we saw our hero, he finally met Persephone herself-- or so it seems. But will she help Peter save Juno?
And if she will, at what cost?
Before Peter can answer, he’s distracted by the sound of a struggle.
A tall blonde woman is marching between the statues like she’s on the war path, dragging another, smaller one by the collar.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting, Nadia?” whines the smaller one. “If you wanted me to get you something, you just had to ask.” She’s still trying to wriggle out of the other’s grip without spilling a drink carrier full of what smells like coffee. It’s quite a feat, considering she’s only got her right hand to balance it on. The other hand is gone, along with her entire left arm, missing at the shoulder, just like the veiled woman standing in front of Peter. It’s not the only feature they have in common. They have the same skin tone, the same build, the same diminutive height. Even their haircuts are fairly identical.
“I didn’t want you to get me something, I want you to do your job.” The blonde—Nadia, apparently— whirls on her, all righteous fury. “You have a body double for safety and security. Not so you can sneak out and get snacks.”
“I was gone for five minutes! Fifteen, tops. Besides, it’s not like I had any appointments for… today…” She trails off, her eyes landing on Peter. “Shit.”
“This is why you don’t go sneaking off in the middle of the day,” Nadia says, and finally releases her.
Well. That turned awkward rather quickly.
At least Peter has a fairly solid grasp of the situation. He gestures toward the short woman with a flourish. “The Blue Persephone, I presume.”
At least, he thought he had a fairly solid grasp of the situation. Because she simply blinks at him for several seconds, looking utterly nonplussed. Then she slowly turns to look at the other two women. The body double awkwardly averts her eyes. Nadia pinches the bridge of her nose.
Finally she speaks. “Okay, I’m just gonna use context clues and assume that’s supposed to be me.”
Coming here may have been a mistake.
“Oh, don’t give me that look,” she says. “I’m sure the whole ‘as many names as there are stars in the heavens’ thing is all nice and stuff for the guys in PR. They’re not the ones who have to actually answer to them all.” She sighs. “Right. It is I, the Blue Persephone, yadda yadda yadda. What can I do you for?”
After all the buildup and hard work it took to get here in the first place, Persephone’s nonchalance leaves Peter a little bewildered. He can’t really have the right person, can he? This has to be another body-double or something, doesn’t it? Or a front for someone else entirely.
But then, does it really matter, so long as he gets help for Juno?
He clears his throat. “I’m told you deal in miracles.”
Persephone shoves the tray of coffee at her body double and gives him her full attention. “I mean, if you want to be dramatic about it.”
As if she isn’t speaking to a man who just had to trek through a pitch-black subterranean forest and into a statue garden that looks like it was inspired by Hieronymus Bosch in order to speak to a woman covered head to toe in flowing blue veils. “Of course. I see that drama isn’t your interest in the slightest.”
“You’re adorable,” she says flatly. “It looks like you didn’t have much of a problem finding me, so I’m guessing the miracle you’re looking for isn’t for yourself.”
Getting right down to it, then.
“No. I need it for my husband.”
“That’s… nice? I guess?” She shakes her head. “Listen, I’m gonna need more detail than that.”
“He’s in the hospital—“
“Not that kind,” she says. “Not yet anyway. I mean like who your husband is. For all I know, you’re married to some fucking neo-fascist wannabe dictator. The work I do doesn’t come cheap, and I’m not about to do it for just anyone.”
“He’s nothing like that,” Peter says hastily. “He’s a private investigator working out of Hyperion City.”
She spools her hand through the air, inviting him to elaborate.
“He saved Mars, once. He was a police officer?” He’s throwing out any details he can think of, but they still don’t seem to satisfy her. “His name is Juno Steel?”
Finally a reaction. Her whole demeanor brightens. “Juno Steel? The detective?”
“That is what I just said,” Peter says carefully.
“Surly attitude, drinking problem, eye patch? About yea high?”
“Slightly shorter without the hat,” Peter corrects. “I see you’ve heard of him.”
“Met him, actually,” she says, beaming. “I take it you’re the guy he was mooning over so bad? You guys actually got married! Good for you!”
Behind her, Nadia is massaging her temples. “His name you remember?”
“He left one hell of an impression,” Persephone says cheerfully. “So how is he doing?”
“That’s why I’m here,” Peter says carefully. “There’s been an accident. Juno’s in the hospital. In a coma.”
“Oh.” Her face falls. The other two women exchange glances. “Shit. That sucks. I’m really sorry.”
She’s sympathetic. That’s a good sign. “But I’m told you can help him. That’s what you do, isn’t it?” Peter steps forward, his arms out and ready to plead, but he’s cut off by the tall blonde.
“Not anymore,” Nadia says icily.
“What do you mean, not anymore?”
Nadia steps into his space, crowding him back. “It means look somewhere else.”
“Don’t you think I’ve tried?” he demands. “There is nowhere else.” He tries to push past her, but she shoves him back.
“The answer is no,” she growls. “You can leave on your own, or I can throw you out myself.”
Persephone watches in silence, looking haunted.
“You said you knew Juno,” he pleads. “You even seemed to like him. Don’t you understand, if you don’t do something, he’s going to die.” He tries to push past Nadia again, and he’s shoved back even more violently. This time, he allows himself to fall.
He stares up at Persephone, looking every inch the frail, pathetic widower.
Nadia isn’t having it. “That’s it. I’m—“
“Nadia, stop.”
The other woman looks up, incredulous. “But—”
Persephone shakes her head. “Give us some space, okay? Both of you. I’ve got this.”
“You can’t be serious,” she snaps.
“You wanted me to do my job, didn’t you? So let me do it already.”
Nadia looks form Peter to Persephone in outrage for a moment, and then she heaves an aggravated sigh and storms off, the woman in veils trailing daintily behind her.
Persephone extends her hand to help Peter up. “Sorry about that. Nadia gets kind of intense sometimes.”
There’s a right way to talk to everyone. You just have to find it.
“Does this mean you’re going to help him?” Peter asks, letting her pull him to his feet.
“That depends on what you mean by help. What you’re asking for isn’t exactly simple.”
Like hell it isn’t. But he doesn’t say as much—he’s not about to ruin the rapport he’s managed to scrape together, not when she’s finally willing to help him.
“I don’t understand,” he says instead. “Can you wake him up or can’t you?”
“Oh, I can wake him up alright. That part is easy.” She takes a seat on one of the marble statues. “I know soap operas like to play them up like they’re no big deal, but people don’t just drop into a coma at the first blare of a dramatic organ. If Juno isn’t waking up, it’s because his brain is too damaged to function properly.” She pauses, and Peter takes the opportunity to sit beside her. There’s amity here. He can leverage that. “I can’t fix damaged tissue—only regrow it from scratch. But brain stuff is complicated. It’s always changing, always rewriting itself based on new memories and stuff, and that’s not something I can replicate it. Meaning whatever was there before, it’s going to be completely reset when I’m done with it, like it’s brand new. And being real here: there’s no way for me to tell you exactly what parts of his brain are damaged right now. It could be his sense of smell or his spatial reasoning or something like that gets reset back to factory settings, or it could be his memories or his personality. When he wakes up, there’s a not insignificant chance that he won’t know you—or that he turns into somebody you wouldn’t recognize.”
“But he’d be awake,” Peter argues. “That’s all that matters.”
Persephone lets out a bitter laugh. “You want to guess how many people have said that to me? Or would you rather guess how many of them actually wound up meaning it?”
“Well, I do.”
“That’s what they all say.”
This isn’t working. Peter takes her hand between his. “Please. I’m begging you. Juno doesn’t deserve this.”
“You think anybody does?”
“Please.” Every drop of skill, every modicum of experience accumulated from a lifetime of crime is poured into that word. This has to work. It has to.
She sighs. “You know what? Fine. Sure. I’ll give it a shot.”
“You—you will?” he stammers.
She pulls her hand out of his and pushes off the statue. “I’ll make the arrangements. We’ll have him transferred to one of our facilities ASAP.”
“Thank you—“
“Don’t think this is free,” she says. “It’s a favor to him, not you. You’ve still got to pay.” Before Peter can even think of reaching for a checkbook, she continues. “Three favors. I call you with the time and place, you do the job, no questions asked. You can leave your contact information and qualifications with one of my HR reps before you leave.”
That’s… oddly businesslike, but he’ll take what he can. “I can do that.”
“You’d better. And there’s one last condition.”
“Anything,” he says, and fool that he is, he actually means it. He’ll steal anything she wants. He’ll give her money, jewels, artifacts. Hell, he’ll give her his goddamn name if that’s what she wants.
She looks him dead in the eyes. “If I do this, you have to stay the hell away from Juno Steel.”
All his composure collapses in on itself. “I don’t—what?”
Her tone is even, but her words are jagged enough to leave scars. “Don’t talk to him, don’t look at him, don’t call him, don’t follow him on social media. You get far away from him, and you stay there.” There’s a look in her eyes that says she’ll know if he breaks the rules, even for an instant. And in that moment, he believes her.
“You—you can’t ask me to do that.”
“Those are my terms,” she says. “Take them or find yourself another miracle.”
But there are none. He would know. He’s looked.
Her expression softens. “Listen, I’m not doing this out of spite or some shit like that. If by some weird twist of probability he actually remembers you, then awesome. We’ll get in touch, and you two can get right back to your little happily ever after.”
“And if he doesn’t?” Peter asks quietly.
She looks grim. “Then you’ll be grateful you stayed away.”
Will Peter accept her terms? or will he, like Orpheus, look back?
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A Silly Summary of Wardbreaker
In the fashion of many sarcastic recaps on YT; ‘just me rambling from my memory about this book I just finished and love.
Wardbreaker (by @maramahan) is the story of a group of friends and their prisoner, who live on a Rubik’s Cube. (yeah, spoilers ahead)
Welcome to the city of Alinor! Where thieves, heroes, and common folk live. And also our main character Kyrin and his terrible government assigned brother, Rat. Everyone else has magic but Kyrin does not, so he has become excellent at annotating poetry to survive. So he and Rat break into to home of Best Friends Forever and Local Heroes: The Knights of Alinor. Oops, they’re already home. Time to meet the family. Tryn, the leader who rules with a healing fist. Briea, the muscle & animorph you(I) wanted to be as a kid. Brysson, a fire bender. Dain, a great conversationalist. And Sal, who can possess people.
They capture Kyrin, but not before the wicked witch of the somewhere breaks in and steals the flex tape keeping the city together; she also steals Kyrin’s heart, that happens too.
Kyrin escapes for a bit, but his life as a morally-grey Aladdin ends when ultimate anime villain, The Faceless, sells him right back to The Knights.
The Knights must go on a quest to retrieve what has been stolen by the witch, and they bring Kyrin along. It’s time to take a shot every time a character curses due to their quest trying to kill them at every turn. City boy Kyrin learns that the world outside the city... is a cruel minecraft map. None of them really trust or like Kyrin, though absolute sweetheart Sal is doing her best to be friendly. They end up in a swamp where English-is-my-favorite-subject Kyrin deciphers riddles to help take down a monster trying to play the “No I’m the real one!” game with the group.
Doctor Dad heals them up before deciding that Kyrin might potentially be useful since he might be able to hear magic which I assume sounds like scratchy CD covers at best and like an explosion at worst. So it’s off to the monastery! Here the group rests and Kyrin speaks with someone guarding his prison cell, questioning the role of socioeconomic position in his whole thief situation. Oh hey it’s Tryn’s college buddy Pel, so of course he’ll join the party. Kyrin also passes Pel & the monks’ pop quiz and is a confirmed for magic hearing. On top of all that, we learn the origin story of the world, in that it was dropped by one of the two brother gods and messily fixed with magic, the true krazy glue of this world. Not-so-bad-to-the-bone Kyrin asks the brother god for a second chance at life. And maaaaybe Kyrin is bonding with The Knights by virtue of almost all of them being very good at witty banter? Scratch that. Resident former outlaw Brysson is gonna take Kyrin back to Alinor so he doesn’t pose a danger to the quest. After all, the Knights have mapquest necklaces, so they’re good. Brysson & Kyrin depart into the bitter snowy biome homeward, but are attacked. Weakened space heater & street fighter Brysson faints after defeating the attackers. 10% luck, 20% skill, 5000% concentrated-power-of-will Kyrin manages to drag himself and Brysson back to the knights to be healed.
Next they decide to just continue questing, and then encounter the most horrifying scene in which plants are proven to be the scariest force in this world. Plant monsters that feed off human flesh immobilize and carry off the group to feed to the master tree. However, unfortunate chosen one Kyrin is instead made into a DIY gardening starter kit. Kyrin flees and meets up with the group, minus Pel and Brysson’s arm. Things are difficult now as shepherd Tryn tries to keep his flock stable, and they sit in tension. Determined to kick start his own redemption arc, Kyrin tells his backstory in which his dad, Lucius Malfoy, tries to kill him because he lacks magic and wins Alinor’s parent of the year award. Understandably baggage heavy, Kyrin and the crew call it a night. But not before the whole flower thing happens where Kyrin gets help to free the parasite plant from him. Oh, also the literal girl of his dreams-- the witch Esmeralda continues visiting Kyrin, which is a thing she’s been doing. Ah, Kyrin also apologizes, and look, there’s a lot going on!
Back into the dark, scary woods. We have to. We’re in fantasy, how could we not?! Elves. Time for the tricksters. Right when The Knights were just beginning sign Kyrin’s adoption papers, he decides to “sacrifice” himself to the elves and drops the f-word. So his friends can go free. Dramatic irony Kyrin of course does this because Esmeralda said she was about 10 mins away from picking him up. “Hop in loser, we’re going (to make our dreams come true)”. Maybe he did want to turn his life around and become a lawful good but the world is looking pretty lawful inconsiderate and.... there is a warrant out for his death. So, why not just run away with Esmeralda? After again connecting with fellow english major elves, Kyrin does exactly that. The knights were put in a monster pit but... knowing their skills, Kyrin decides they should be fiiiiiiine.
Skipping their HGTV episode, go-getter Esmeralda has already found a large, enchantment sealed castle complete with a library and glassy room to complete the life of a new couple. She & Kyrin roam the castle before checking out the balcony. They have an “everything the light touches, is our kingdom” moment before spotting... yeah, The Knights of Alinor. Oh yeah, they were tracking down Esmeralda... that was the whole quest purpose. Kyrin is going to side with Esmeralda who reveals that she has the power to steal magic which is kind of linked to the magic wielders soul and maaaaybe kinda important for keeping them alive. Also she’s kinda planning on letting Alinor get wrecked.
A terrible actor and maybe an even worse buddy at this point, Kyrin dupes The Knights into walking into the castle for a “Prepare for trouble and make it double” surprise attack with Esmeralda. Somewhere in there Ems & Ky share that Disney moment kiss. However, at the last moment of realization, the power of friendship and concern for Alinor overtakes Kyrin as he sees his friends having their lives taken from them and stops Esmeralda from completing her goal of stealing all the kights’ magics. Of course, not before having them all seeing him dramatically betray him. RIP Brysson’s heart... Though, when Kyrin saves the day, and after everything they’ve been through, the Knights of Alinor decide he has potential and want to help him turn things around and fulfill his childhood dream of being one of the Knights of Alinor. Hooray!
(In all seriousness, Kyrin was a very cool character to follow as he went on a journey. It was so nice to see a broody character... whose feelings do get hurt, who does find themselves making mistakes, and like I think a lot of people having change be a hard and bumpy process... maybe I just feel like I haven’t encountered that so often. And something about Kyrin’s relationship with the sensory elements, sort of resonated with my experience of ADHD, which was really cool for me. If anyone read this far, I hope maybe you got a little laugh!)
#Wardbreaker#Author Mara Mahan#A Shattered World Series#Good Books#Fantasy#Wardbreaker fandom?#2016 so i'm a bit late#this summary turned into... very long#Still wondering what that rose must've said to Dain at the end XD#Sal can have my whole heart#I got very sleepy and the summary may have devolved into unreadable blurbyness ^-^'
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