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Bestiaryposting Results: Raggfong

This week's beast was the Raggfong, much to the dismay of everyone who is sick of birds. Again, sorry, there are a bunch... and the random distribution put a clump of them in December/January, so it's going to get worse before it gets better. If it helps, imagine it's some kind of ritual to empower the birds currently eating the Gävle goat. Or maybe a "Twelve Days of Christmas" sort of thing -- we've already had the partridge.

Also again please forgive me if I fail to string sentences together properly -- still sick. Covid, actually, turns out. The brain fog is difficult; almost forgot I was supposed to do this today.

Anyway, here is the link to the entry that our artists are working from:

(Why did I redact the Greek and Latin names for the coot? I'm not making any effort to hide its identity... baffling choice on the part of Past Me.)

And if you have no idea what this is about, you should take a look at https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting for an explanation and previous entries.

As usual, art will appear in roughly chronological order under the cut.

@elodieunderglass (link to post here) responded days before anyone else with this image, which successfully conveys a lot of emotion in my opinion. Those are some very communicative facial expressions on the birds. I particularly like the coot, and how it's positioned to shield the chick from the sun. The real gem here, however, is the text of the post linked above, which I would describe as a prose poem about the bird depicted. I'm genuinely a bit blown away by it -- go click the link and read it for yourself.

@embervoices (link to post here) has got some kind of effect going on here that I don't know enough about art to describe, but I like the way it looks. Her post mentions the phoenix connection, which I think comes through pretty clearly in the design and pose. The linked post explains some design decisions, including which real-world birds were the inspiration for this one.

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) helpfully specifies that this Raggfong is resting on a bed of sea kale. The design of this bird is very good, I think, conveying a certain gravity one does not always associate with seabirds. I also like the effect created by the background; it kind of looks like it's the cover for something, you know? The linked post explains the various birds from which the artist borrowed features and why, and also discusses the evocative nature of the entry this is based on -- I'm glad people are enjoying that aspect.

@rautavaara (link to post here) has made the executive decision that this bird is actually a frog, and the drawing is frankly too pretty for me to have any kind of problem with that. Look at that border. And the wonderful color palette. Also there's a flying frog, which is very cool.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) notes an emerging theme in these entries that birds (except coots) are jerks. I honestly can't remember how consistent that theme is across all the birds... I know there are some the author likes, but there are also definitely going to be additional Birds That Are Jerks in future. I like the crown-like crest on the Raggfong, and I'm impressed by the dedication involved in doing all those little body feathers with a fountain pen. Also, if you look closely, you'll see that one of those chicks the adult Raggfong is carrying has been shown staring off in the same direction as its parent, while the other has its head turned and its eyes closed, meaning we can expect it to join the coots off to the right... and there's already a young Raggfong there, too. The linked post contains a detailed explanation of design decisions, which you should go check out. (Also, thanks again for providing alt text.)

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) has employed her usual medieval stylization to depict a Raggfong inspired by an albatross (on the grounds that they are a seabird with "judgy" eyes... you know, I can see it). I am absolutely delighted by the scrungliness of the chick being shown here, which does indeed have the "muppet made from dryer lint" quality of a real albatross chick. They have also included a series of pictures that show the whole life cycle, which I've decided (after substantial back-and-forth) to not copy over here as there's a certain color-of-the-sky quality there, but which I strongly encourage you to click on the link and look at for yourself. I particularly like that the coot in the "life cycle" picture appears to have a couple Ilyechams in her flock in addition to the new Raggfong.

@moustawott (link to post here) describes their Raggfong as a gannet mixed with an eagle, and it looks pretty majestic, honestly. The background really enhances that effect, and I think it makes a much more entertaining contrast with the two little chicks being carried below. There's a certain severity to the design that I think is fitting.

@pomrania (link to post here) has ditched the whole "coot" thing for a more direct interpretation of the Raggfong's "common counterpart", which they deem the "Ritchfong". I kind of like the idea of two related species of bird that the human observer has interpreted to have class divisions. The crest on the Raggfong is also a very appropriate touch, I think. The linked post contains additional detail on design decisions, and links to some process images, so go check that out.

@treesurface (link to post here) has decided that the Raggfong should actually be a sort of insect that people mistake for a bird, which I think is quite clever. They explain their reasoning for that a bit more in the linked post, along with some other notes on design and execution that I think are worth reading. I really like the concept that the "unmoving wings" are elytra, and the kind of glittering quality that they suggest here. (I also appreciate that they provide their own alt text.)

@karthara (link to post here) has drawn a Raggfong in several scenarios to express the behavior described in the entry. I really like the overall design here, with the feathery tufts on its head. Also charming is that one flying up near the sun -- it looks so happy to be on fire. The linked post explains the design decisions and the real-world birds from which karthara has taken inspiration. They also mention they included the coot chicks after looking them up and seeing how colorful they are, so I did a quick google and found this great headline:

(Tl:dr coot parents show preference for more colorful chicks, so the later the chick hatches, the more colorful it is, allowing it to compete with its larger, older siblings for food and attention.)

And finally, the Aberdeen Bestiary depiction:

The one diving into the basin just looks so goofy to me, sorry. Anyway, as I'm sure everyone has guessed, this is the eagle.

Yeah. I know. The whole "fiery rebirth" thing sounds like it should be the phoenix, but this bestiary has an entry for "Phoenix" and it's not this one.

Regular listeners to the Maniculum Podcast may recall this particular eagle behavior coming up before, in the quiz-show episode we did for the second part of "Sidrak & Bokkus". I still don't really know where this idea comes from, but there you go. Eagles.

I feel like there's some kind of comment that could be made over the lack of compassion shown by the medieval eagle here and, you know...

... but I can't quite formulate it, so you'll have to write your own.

Anyway, see y'all next week for our next beaſt.

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Fire Emblem Gaiden

Land of Sorrow

Book 2

STORY

A large-scale war is currently ravaging the continent of Valentia. After the loss of countless Units, the story of a new encounter is told. General Alm, leading the imperial army of Zofia to restore the country’s sovereignty, under the name “the Deliverance.” Young Priestess Celica, attempting to make her deepest wish of restoring goddess Mila to her rightful place a reality. However, fate is still leading these two in opposite directions.

The dark plot of the cold-hearted and ruthless Emperor Rudolf of Rigel is once again in motion. …The plot to thoroughly destroy the Kingdom of Zofia. For what reason has he fallen to such insanity? Alm, who has not even an idea of the fate of his bloodline, raises his sword against Rudolf.

Will he and Celica finally be able to act upon their love for each other? Will peace return to Valentia? Find out here, in the conclusion to this story!

Written by Katsuyuki Ozaki

Cover Illustration by Ichiro ?*

Cover Design by Kazuo Hiroi (WIDE)**

*T/N: I cannot find the Kanji character in this person’s last name anywhere to confirm its reading.

**T/N: First name could also be ‘Ichio’ or ‘Itsuo.’ I cannot find any record of this person online, so I cannot confirm the correct reading of their name. Their nickname is ‘WIDE’ because their last name, ‘hiroi,’ is the Japanese word for wide.

Published by Futabasha

Author’s Profile

Katsuyuki Ozaki

An up-and-coming author also working as a copywriter. His major works include “Valkyrie no Densetsu,” “F-Zero,” “Zelda II: The Adventure of Link,” and many more, all published by Futabasha. He has also written for other strategy guide series. His hobbies include golf, cars, and computer games. He is of course also passionate about Fire Emblem, and has completed all of the games so far. He poured all of his love for the series into writing these two books without rest!

Front:

The stage continues to unfold upon the continent of Valentia at war!

This fantastical tale of our young fighters finally comes to its end!

What will become of Alm and Celica’s love for each other? Where will their fate to fight lead them?

And in what direction will these Unit’s adventures take them…?

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Ad for Book 1.

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Text:

This fantastic story is about the great battle on Land Valencia.

According to the destinies, many young heroes and heroines will fight to save their lovers.

Which will God promise to them, victory or defeat?

For whom will He smile?

Whom will He crush by a hummer at last?

Nothing but the bravy spirit of youth can bring peace to such a confused world.

The new act of this drama has just started now!!

Title Page

Table of Contents

(T/N: Exact translation of the chapter and chapter part titles are subject to change, once I read and translate them in full detail, based on exact context.)

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Second War

Mila, Lost Forever

The Empty Throne

Divine Blade Falchion

The Army of Witches at the Border

Chapter 2: The Battle at the Border

The Tragic Mage Luthier

Fratricide

The Golden General, Zeke

Surprise Attack

Sonya’s Secret

Crux of Fate

Chapter 3: God Duma

Triangle Attack

Great Sage Halcyon

Volcano

My Father, Jedah

Chapter 4: Reunion

To Rigel Castle

Mad Emperor Rudolf

The Heir

Chapter 5: The Altar and the Final Act of the War

The Mystery of Gradivus

Inside the Continent

My Father, Rudolf

The Gods’ Slumber

The Reborn Kingdom of Valentia

Epilogue

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Illustrations: Ichiro ?* & Kazuo Hiroi (WIDE)**

*T/N: I cannot find the Kanji character in this person’s last name anywhere to confirm its reading.

**T/N: First name could also be ‘Ichio’ or ‘Itsuo.’ I cannot find any record of this person online, so I cannot confirm the correct reading of their name. Their nickname is ‘WIDE’ because their last name, ‘hiroi,’ is the Japanese word for wide.

Book design: Yusuke Matsuoka (NEXT)

Editing & printing: Rekkasha

Character Introductions

Celica’s Army

Genny: A Cleric from Novis Island’s Priory who supports Celica’s ideals.

Atlas: A Villager who joins Celica and her army to defeat the pirate Grieth. A hot-blooded young man with exceptional sword fighting talent.

Leon: A young Archer who is saved by Celica’s army at the pirate’s fortress, and stays with them afterwards.

Saber: A Mercenary searching for an employer to work for at Novis Greatport. Later transcends to Myrmidon.

Valbar: An Armor who was one of three people fighting to kill the pirate Barth at his fortress.

Est: A Pegasus Knight and one of the three sisters from Archanea. She is captured alone and brought to Grieth’s fortress.

Palla: One of the three sisters from Archanea. A Pegasus Knight with superior strength and mobility.

Nomah: A Sage whose spiritual powers have only strengthened in his old age, and possesses the skill to cast Sagittae.

Catria: A Pegasus Knight and one of the three sisters from Archanea. When they combine their powers, they can pull off the strongest attack of all…

Boey: A young Mage who serves at Novis Island’s Priory with Celica. 

Jesse: A Mercenary who joins forces with Celica to defeat Grieth. Though he acts like a ruffian, his swordsmanship skills are above average.

Sonya: A female Mage who can cast Excalibur. Her red lipstick and makeup proves that she is not associated with either the Mila nor Duma faithful.

Mae: Like Boey, she is a Mage from Novis Island’s Priory.

Celica: A deeply devout Priestess who leaves Novis Island’s Priory to travel to Mila’s Shrine. She is the second protagonist of this story, in addition to Alm.

Kamui: A Mercenary who goes to the pirate fortress with Leon and Valbar.

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Scent of Cinnamon 7 - The Dress, The Duck, And The Cambion's Patience

Still unwilling to sleep with Haarlep directly so soon after their deal, Raphael needs to find another way to sate their appetite - and perhaps more importantly to prevent the incubus from the far more dangerous condition of boredom. Fortunately, he has just the client in mind - a poor mortal wretch named Eida - and a contract she's more than willing to sign.

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Summary: Raphael has a deal to make and the contract requires a little help from Haarlep to satisfy the client's wishes... Pairing: Raphael/Haarlep and Haarlep/Original Female Character SPICE Rating: 3/5  Content Warnings: Aphrodisiacs (mild), Cambion-typical manipulation, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering,Light Angst

Spoilers: Vague House of Hope and Act 3, but most of this series is focused on what came before. Canon Compliance: No canon beyond Haarlep's deals. Other Notes: Hells, it has been a while since I last worked on this series, but it has never been far from my mind or my heart~ I adore the pairing and we have so much further to go with it, yet life - and a few deadlines - kept me from progressing for a while. I also want to give my heartfelt thanks once again to my beta reader https://archiveofourown.org/users/Make_me_thy_lyre for helping polish it up, catch a few errors, and being so willing to chat through things in the comments with me as we polished up a few bits of dust from the draft. Please consider checking out some of her wonderful pieces~

Song Pairing Pure Morning by Placebo "A friend in need's a friend indeed, A friend with weed is better, A friend with breasts and all the rest, A friend who's dressed in leather. A friend in need's a friend indeed, A friend who'll tease is better, Our thoughts compress which makes us blessed And makes for stormy weather." - - Full chapter below the cut! - -

The Dress, The Duck, and The Cambion's Patience

Several tendays passed by in a blur. Time held different meaning to those who lived for millennia, yet there was still little in the form of entertainment for the incubus who lounged upon silken sheets in their new outfit. The leather harness covered little of their body, fitted so precisely to every curve and muscle that it felt almost like a part of their own skin. Chains and spikes added a harsher edge to the look, cool metal the perfect accent to stiff leather and crimson skin. The tailor had clearly earned her position and the renown that came with it. Despite the request being for undergarments, she had clearly designed the outfit with no intention for anything to be worn over it.

Haarlep had checked it over in the mirror a dozen times, finding the overall effect to be quite acceptable for now. Perhaps something could be added or changed later, or in further iterations of the clothing given that leather was not as long-lived as a fiend, particularly in the heat of the hells.

They turned the page of the book that they had barely been reading, the author droning on about mundane interactions for far too long in a tome that promised more enticing content. Were all mortals so dull as to require this much build up? Haarlep sighed and continued on with all the enthusiasm of someone folding laundry. 

—

Raphael knew it wouldn’t be enough for long, that keeping his distance would be entirely impossible when the hunger of the incubus reached its peak. Boredom, too, seemed to be just as dangerous as appetite when Haarlep was involved. No, he could not sate them forever with the same games they had played that night. It wasn’t enough for them to watch each other whilst they teased the pleasure from his mirrored nerves, and he wasn’t ready to lay with them directly…not yet… 

Rubbing the wrinkles forming on his brow, Raphael stepped into the portal, appearing in the run down home of his latest potential acquisition, contract already in hand. The work of a mere hour should be enough on this one, and he saw the way she looked at him…

“You’ll find the terms to be quite satisfactory,” he laid out the page on the table that was just as worn out as the clothes the half elf had clearly been repairing for a decade already, “within a tenday you’ll have all you wish for, and more.” 

“Really? Everything? Even…” The woman’s blush deepened on her cheeks as she lost her words, already looking at the parchment glowing with infernal runes. She couldn’t read it, of course, but it didn’t matter. All she needed to do was sign.

“Everything,” Raphael leaned in closer, allowing the new perfume to fill her senses, delighted at how her breath visibly quickened, “and more.” 

The shiver that passed through her was almost palpable, the seductive growl in the edge of the fiends voice hitting its mark with ease. It was almost disappointing how little of a challenge there was in this… “How can I ever thank you?” 

“Your signature is all the thanks I need,”  Raphael smiled as she took the quill between shaking fingers, “and, of course, you would not think to stray from the terms of our deal now, would you, Little Duck?” 

“N…no, of course not! I would never!” The ink dried on the page with the last flourish sealing their agreement.

Raphael rolled up the parchment the moment it was complete, a swift motion sending it directly to safe storage back in the House. Another spell brought forth a paper package tied with a deep crimson ribbon – a gesture that was perhaps unnecessary, but given her current attire… “I suggest you wear something more appropriate for the evening, I believe this will fit you quite well.” 

—

The boudoir was warm as always, yet the woman standing in a perfectly fitted – and quite stunningly revealing – dark blue gown was shivering. The dark coils of her hair fell past her shoulders, a single gold comb ornament holding it back from one side of her face, leaving slender fingers to nervously push more of the curls behind her pointed ear on the other side. Despite the flawless tailoring of the garment, it didn’t seem to fit her yet. Not that it would matter soon.

“Well, Little Duck, are you to stand there all night? Or did you wish to claim the prize you earned?” Haarlep kept to the nickname that Raphael had chosen for the woman. It was an ill fit for the half elf, but keeping diminutive pet terms was a simple way to be clear about who held the power. 

“I…you’re not what I expected, Raphael…” She faltered, hesitated. The taste of her curiosity was barely an appetiser, but she was a dish that could be seasoned if they were careful. “I thought your invitation was to dine, at least—” 

“Then feast your eyes upon everything you wished for!” Haarlep rose from the bed where they had been reclining, stretching out their wings in a display of power, relishing how her eyes drifted across their exposed form. “You see, there is more than one way to devour, more than one taste that could pass your lips~” 

The visitor took a half step back, tripping on the train of her dress – clearly unused to the trappings of finery. She gasped, but before she could hit the floor, Haarlep was there. They caught her in their arms easily, holding her low in a dancer’s dip rather than helping her to stand upright.

“Be careful, Little Duck, you have not yet grown used to your new plumage~” Haarlep gently stroked a few stray hairs away from her eyes, bringing their lips within reach of hers, savouring how her breath caught in her throat. “Would you like me to help you with that? It would be such a shame to ruin your new dress so soon, after all.” 

—

Raphael remained in the room that would become his archives, brow furrowed as he went over the plans. Security for his most prized possessions would be a key factor, but he should also ensure that contracts, spells, and all manner of tomes that might be of use would be kept perfectly organised. A desk against that wall, yes. A cabinet here, some shelves over there, a few more tables for when the need would arise to bring more debtors in to work for h—

A whisper of feeling crossed his lips. A shadow of a caress across his cheek. His hair felt slender fingers running through it until the echo of touch reached the nape of his neck.

So, it begins… He tapped his fingers on the desk at the realisation. The debtor playing the role of a butler – or something akin to that, at least – had led the newest client to the boudoir. He summoned her contract to his hand, unfurling it upon the desk. Eida, a name akin to a breed of waterfowl. “Little Duck” might not have been particularly imaginative, but it seemed as good a name as any to keep her in line, to remind her how he was taking her from a stagnant pond to a manor’s perfectly kept lake. Her ambitions were simple: leave her life of being poor and destitute, marry rich, live a quiet and pampered life. But she had desired more than that—

His skin prickled again. There was contact with a tail that wasn’t even present as he sat in his human guise, a shudder along the edge of intangible wings.

Raphael reminded himself of the other contract that remained in the Boudoir’s safe, the one place it could not be touched by the incubus. This was their agreement, a mutually beneficial decision to— 

He shifted in his seat. It might be some time before he could sit comfortably.

—

“Bold, Little Duck~” Haarlep laughed as the now mostly naked half elf let her fingers drift lower down their body, “do you wish to prove your loyalty to me? Do you swear to serve me?” 

“Yes, Raphael,”  she whispered, dropping to her knees the moment they pointed at the ground, “I swear it, I swear by every letter in our contract.” 

Haarlep grinned, winding their fingers into the curls of her hair to guide her lips to the leather at the lower point of their harness. “Go ahead, show me.” 

Eida’s tongue ran along the shape of their length, barely tangible through the thick material, but her eagerness – those sweet and nimble hands finding a grip on the straps of the harness to hold herself closer, soft moans already betraying her lust – that was enough to arouse them. No doubt Raphael himself was already feeling this, a thought that was far more interesting than a simple waterfowl. 

Distance was a factor in the incubus’ power, yet Raphael chose to remain within the House. That in itself was a fascinating decision – did he want to feel this? To experience this client servicing his needs without having to look upon her directly? Such a waste, they thought, gazing down at soft eyes that looked up for approval, she looks good on her knees.

—

Raphael shifted in his seat again. A quick cantrip had already made short work of the first loss of control that stained his underclothes, and he was glad of the brief reprieve – Haarlep was apparently returning the favour, if the feeling of pressure on his tongue was anything to go by. At least this allowed time to sort through a few more plans, take some measurements, pen some letters to ensure his pawns would move as they needed them. Eida was just one more piece on the board, but she would be an important one. Securing her marriage to a minor noble, using her cunning and charm to raise that noble’s status and influence, then should it be needed Haarlep could pose as the now high ranking lady of the city. They had to take her form first, of course, but judging by the change in sensation that was not going to be a problem. 

Frustrated, Raphael stood from the desk, leaving the chair on its back where it fell as his body transformed in a swirl of flames. Large crimson wings stretched and shuddered behind him as his tail swished and slapped at the floor with his impatience. Staying here was a mistake. Haarlep warned him – the closer he was, the more he would feel it, but hubris had kept him in the House in an effort to grow accustomed to the sensations more swiftly. His pace carried him quickly towards the secondary bedroom that had become his own after trading away the Boudoir to Haarlep, tail still lashing at the stone as he stumbled several times along the way, clothes chafing at the building heat within his body. 

—

It was challenging to hold back. Haarlep dug their claws into their own thigh to remind themselves – do not take all of her, do not let the Little Duck sink entirely into pleasure’s depths. She had a use yet.

“Pledge your body to me, swear it, and I will give you every pleasure your body yearns for~” They granted her one more kiss, the aphrodisiac enough to entice her, raise her desire to become the perfect cocktail, one to be sipped carefully. “I…I swear…please—” 

Haarlep grinned, wings spreading out behind them, tail flicking back and forth as they finally stopped teasing and thrust fully inside with one swift and merciless motion. 

Eida screamed, pleasure overwhelming her in a single moment, lust echoing from the walls as she called out the wrong name. “Raphael!” 

Haarlep bristled at the name, but bit their lip, held their tongue. They were playing their part well enough, the master of the House would pay for the insult one way or another…and eventually they would need to grow accustomed to this part of the game, the act of wearing his face and body. They would’ve been concerned about the half elf noticing their change in expression, but her eyes had long since rolled back and closed as waves of bliss took over.

She was…not the most exciting lover, but a different flavour was at least adding some variety at last. They continued to ride the tides of her pleasure, memorising every inch of her body inside and out, relishing how she responded to the slightest change in motion with sweet gasps and tensing muscles. Her form might even be fun to toy with, though whether Raphael would grant that was another matter entirely. 

—

The cambion gripped the sheets in his claws, tail wrapped around his aching length in a vain attempt to stem the sensations from the other room. He heard the pleasured cries echoing down the hall, just as much as he felt the woman’s other response in a ghosted grip, squeezing and tensing. He found his other hand reaching for the oil, drifting lower – if he had to endure this, he might as well feel satisfied. 

Sharp teeth worried at his lower lip as his inexperienced touch fumbled to find the ways he wanted to be touched, the ways he needed to be filled. Sweat clung to his forehead, eyes squeezed shut as he writhed upon the silks desperate to find relief from the slowly building pressure.

Raphael’s jaw clenched tightly, air sucked in through a hissed breath, cursing Haarlep’s name for making this so infuriatingly difficult. 

The contract might have changed the incubus more drastically, but its formation had clearly done something to him as well. Unthinkable, that such a creature would make him so desperately needy that his own clumsy fingers were already trying to find the centre of his desire. They made it seem far too easy… 

—

The encounter would have to end soon – it was becoming more challenging not to devour the woman’s entire desires like a glutton – but there was another taste in the air. A lust that did not belong to the gasping and moaning woman whose eyes could not stay open as pleasure itself consumed her. 

Haarlep’s gaze drifted to the door, wondering if the cambion would be so foolish as to walk right in during the middle of the act. Now that might make this interesting…yet no footsteps graced the halls, and it was time to end the game with their toy. 

Careful hands traced along Eida’s heated body, laying her down on the sheets where her chest still heaved with the effort of breathing. “Shhh Little Duck, you have proven yourself to be most wonderful~” Haarlep’s lies were sweeter than honey trickling into her ear as they brushed the errant curls clinging to the sweat on her face.

“Did I—” she began, trying to find what was left of her mind to form a single question, “did I do—”

“You played your part perfectly – rest now, you have earned it,” they laid a cool sheet over her body, bringing with it the permission to sleep. Haarlep should be more careful, this was almost too far…but they had what they wanted, what they needed – a new body to toy with. Yet it was another body that was drawing their attention, the scent of Raphael’s arousal drifting in the air like steam from a freshly cooked meal, beckoning them to discover the source. 

—

Raphael’s eyes were closed tightly, brows knit together in concentration, focus on a singular goal. It had slipped his notice that the ghosted double sensation had disappeared, so when he felt a claw against his cheek he was more than a little startled.

“Poor thing,” Haarlep crooned, soothing him quickly despite the strength with which their hand pressed his shoulder down to the bed to prevent him from rising, “and it was such a simple affair with that one too, to have you so riled up—”

“Silence, Harlot, you forget yourself,” he hissed through gritted teeth, anger flaring despite several of his fingers that had yet to leave their lustful work below, “this is not the Boudoir, you have no power here.” 

“And here I was thinking to help my poor Master find a little relief~” Haarlep made a dramatic show of looking utterly offended as they stood up and began to turn away. “Well, I shall return to my abode then, and leave you to—”

“Wait.” A weak voice for what should have been a strong command, Raphael could almost see their smirk spreading across the mirror of his lips despite the incubus still facing away from him. “I demand that you…you…” 

“That I what, Archduke?” The title added to the insult as so often it did, yet the cambion’s frayed nerves prevented him from further rebuking the incubus. “That I lay with you? That I show you far greater pleasures than the mortal that yet sleeps in your bed – quite thoroughly convinced that you took her yourself, I might add – and give you everything you keep denying yourself?” 

“No,” he shook his head, though almost regretted the decision as a flash of the deal’s formation crossed his mind, “not…entirely. Just your hands will suffice.” 

—

Haarlep licked their lips and considered the offer – they didn’t need to feed on him, this would be a mere dessert, a small mint after a meal in mortal terms. Perhaps it might warm him to the idea of more in the days that followed… Either way, doing the devil a favour would mean a debt owed for a later date. That was priceless. 

“Very well,” they made another dramatic show of sighing as they finally turned around, tail swishing lazily through the air behind them, “that should be more than enough to bring you a little relief to your problem.” 

Raphael was frowning again, small wrinkles forming where his brow met the bridge of his nose. “The problem, as well you know, is you and your deal—” 

“Our deal, lest you forget that part.” Haarlep climbed onto the bed again, picking up the oil and slicking both hands thoroughly. “The details of which you were well aware of when we both signed. If you’d rather, I could use my own form, or that of another, for your clients—” “No.” Raphael snapped, even as he withdrew his fingers from his quivering hole. “I will simply have to grow accustomed to the particulars…” 

“Then I suggest you make more arrangements to that effect. That,” they began to slide a single claw inside him, breathing in the taste of his lust as he arched into the simple touch, “will make this much easier for you.” 

The cambion bit his lip a moment, taking a grip of the silk sheets in balled fists as Haarlep began to ease him open to their ministrations. He seemed almost lost in his thoughts for a minute, before voicing them aloud. “Have you had an arrangement like this before?” 

Haarlep might have been offended at the casual conversation whilst teasing the cambion’s body, but the question was at least one that entertained them. “One where I take the form of my Master and plunge my fingers deep within his body?” 

A snarl began to form on Raphael’s face at the blunt terms, yet the expression was driven quickly back by a curl of fingers finding their target. Almost too easy…

“No, I can’t say that I have,” they continued, as their other hand took hold of his length, grip sliding from base to tip as they talked as casually as one might over drinks with an acquaintance. “I have, naturally, taken the forms of others and allowed them to share the pleasures of the connection between us, but never to pose as them entirely.”

—

Raphael struggled to keep his focus as he listened to Haarlep’s reply, and the lines carefully unspoken between their words. He had never given much thought to the particulars of incubi and their kind, yet that had also never been necessary. Even as they brought him carefully to a climax that frayed the edges of his consciousness, their tail winding around his wrist almost supportively as he sought something to ground him, the thoughts persisted.

The incubus gave little away, working quietly now to clean them both with a hot scented cloth – a pool might need to be added to this room, too, if this were to become a common occurrence. Their tail remained on his arm, a soft pressure, a welcome warmth as he allowed himself room for more quiet contemplation through pleasure’s sweet afterglow.

Sex was clearly different for Haarlep, more akin to food and necessity than simple pleasure for pleasure’s sake alone, nor was it a piece on the Lanceboard table or chip to trade for a contract. To satisfy them – in any sense of the word – would be no easy task. Their presence as they lay next to him on the bed, sated, it seemed, for now, he found himself appreciating their weight beside him. A notion he swiftly dismissed as one brought about by the aftermath of the climax and nothing more, yet he did nothing to ask them to leave.

—

The silence was comfortable for a while, though the questions had been an unexpected needle to Haarlep’s memories. Mephistopheles may have stripped them of name and identity, but their recollections were entirely intact. 

“Why did you agree to it?” They finally broke the stillness of the air with a question of their own, turning their head to observe the cambion’s reaction as he remained seemingly transfixed by some particularly interesting point on the ceiling. “This part of the deal hardly seems to be your preference.” 

Raphael’s free hand pushed the loose strands of hair back from his forehead as he replied. “Only a fool ignores a potential advantage when it strolls into his home.” 

“An advantage?” Haarlep laughed, taking mock offence at the suggestion. “And here I thought we were partners in a favourable deal~”

“An advantageous alliance then,” Raphael was clearly carefully avoiding acknowledging a partnership, “for as long as you prove yourself to be useful.” 

Another needle from his words, but this time to their pride. The prick stung, and they released his wrist, withdrawing their tail from his grasp. “I should say the same of you,” they turned away, wings curling around their body as if to shield themselves from any further spikes from his lips, “lest you forget my other contract and all it promised.” 

—

Raphael sighed. They were right, he should be more careful how he treated them - careless words could sign a warrant for his head from his own infernal father. He glanced down at his now empty hand, no crimson tail within his fingers, nothing but a chasm of space in the mere few inches between the two. 

“Haarlep,” he began, noting how their wings twitched at the use of the name he had given instead of the insulting rhyme he most often used now, “you have my word, you will find my contract far more rewarding than anything that arrogant bastard could ever offer. Selling you so cheaply was his mistake, and one I will not be repeating.” 

Silence followed, but it mattered little. There was no need to reply, all that was required was patience – something that was common amongst devils like himself with millennia of lifespan to allow plans to come to fruition. This was just one more brick in the foundation. 

Rather than trying to shuffle beneath the covers, a swift spell brought a fresh sheet to cover them both as Raphael decided that there was little point fighting the fatigue spreading through every fibre of his being. The debtor would attend to the guest asleep in the boudoir later, shuffling her back where she belonged so she could play her part in time. Just another brick. 

It wasn’t until morning, however, that Raphael noticed the tail wrapped around his leg – though in truth it was a little less obvious than the horns resting against his head as the incubus had curled up against him, wings around them like a cloak.

- - ENDING NOTES - - The next chapter is coming soon! Already halfway written as we dive into what lays behind a certain incubus' closed eyelids in the time that passes for "night" in Avernus~ and of course Raphael can only avoid sleeping with them fully for so long...

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 26 - Amnesia Fics

March 11-17 is International Traumatic Brain Injury Awareness Week - you can read more about that HERE. So to mark it and use this platform for some education, as as well as entertainment - please follow links for each of the following countries to resources about symptoms of head injury and how to care for those with one (or to donate in some cases) - USA, Canada, UK, Australia, Japan, Germany, France, Italy, Switzerland, Brazil, Finland, Austria, Taiwan.

Below stories, with a couple of exceptions, deal with effects of falls, and associated Amnesia, and how our favorite duo handle them. Thank you @riverlethe , @sinjazz, @nightofgales and @iwrestledavongonce for helping me find/double check resources and to @goddessalthena for making this GIF for me ❤️

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

The Answer - @ladyloveandjustice

Since this story most closely ties into the gif, I thought I would start with it. Mamoru wakes up alone in a hospital room with no recollection of how he got there and starts to panic, because it reminded him too much of his childhood. That is until Usagi bursts in and makes sure he is ok. 

Don't Forget Me - Serenity-hime

Mamoru slips on some black ice while watching Usagi spin around in the freshly falling snow and hits his head, forgetting who he is. With Usagi feeling responsible for him, she tries to help out the best she can, noticing the effect he has on her when he is not hurling insults her way, and hoping that it won't change once he remembers. 

Snowy Memories - Le_Serenity

Usagi remembers their past lives and their connection, but has to silently watch while Mamoru goes through his life without her in it and hope for the best.

Forget-me-not - @idesofnovember

This is the most light-hearted story in today's post. After finishing purifying a spirit, Sailor Moon gets hit with its dying curse that promises to take something precious from her. 

Nocturne For A Queen / Mercy -  @floraone

This is probably one of the best written yet saddest story-sets Flora has. When senshi had to awaken because of a threat, they avoided getting Usagi involved once again because she made a wish to be a normal girl. Even once she was fighting as part of the team, her memories of Mamoru and Endymion were locked away. Except that Mamoru loved her all this time and did his best to shield her from himself, at the cost of his own happiness. 

Say You'll Remember Me - @wishwars

This is technically a start of a story that might one day get written in full, but also works as a one-shot. While waiting for Mamoru to show up to their impromptu picnic date, Usagi gets into an accident, causing her to forget whole years of her life. 

Just Say Bubbles - @ninjettetwitch

While arguing with Rei, Usagi decides to test the Luna pen to turn herself into the Moon Princess. And then proceeds to break it by accident, getting stuck in her new look. Read on what happens when she tries to protect others from a Youma and gets hurt in the process, losing her memories of who she is while still in disguise.

UsaxMamo Writing Diet: Chapter 7: Hugs - @billyjbradshaw

After one of their worst arguments to date, Motoki makes Usagi go apologize to Mamoru for her insults regarding his upbringing. 

Moonshine: Chapter 2: Memories on a Page - @queenrisa14

Mamoru runs into Usagi, who is clearly feeling down, and eventually convinces her to show him the rest of her drawings during the Doom Tree arc, with an expected effect.

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Next Week, we will cover bar / drinking related stories for 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀as our next Holiday themed post of the series.

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - Valentines Day

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

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Mardi Gras Mayhem Chapter 7: Leo

Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each one in order!)

Fandom: TRR                                                                       

Pairings: none, this is a guy’s weekend

Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell’s 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Synopsis: Leo strikes out at the bar and ends up in a precarious situation.

Word Count: 2,672

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warning: language and lemons and possible murder attempt

This is part of a collaboration written for @choicesprompts March 2023 prompt.

“Well, there’s no way we’re getting back on the other side of the street anytime soon,” Leo observed, “So we might as well make the most of it!”

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on, Liam! Live a little! Tell him, Rashad!”

When he got no answer, he turned to look behind him, “Rashad?”

Rashad was nowhere to be found. “Huh,” Leo shrugged before grabbing Liam by the shoulder and hauling him into the nearest pub.

“Leo, should we try to find the rest of our group?”

“We will,” Leo assured him as he pulled him toward the bar, “Later!”

“But-“

“No buts, little bro! It’s time you learned to loosen up and have a good time!” Leo chuckled as he plunked himself down on a barstool and motioned the bartender over.

“Should we at least check in with Bastien? I’m sure the security team will be looking for us, I think they got stuck on the other side of the street.

“You know what?” Leo regarded him seriously, “You’re right!”

“I am?” Liam was surprised, Leo usually wasn’t very compliant about the rules they were given to help keep them safe.

“You are! Now give me your watch!” Leo turned and gave their order to the bartender, “Two bourbons and a pitcher of beer and a pair of scissors please!”

The barkeep didn’t question his request for scissors but Liam questioned his request for his watch, “Um…why?”

“Just hand it over, and I’ll show you.” He replied as he removed his own watch.

Liam reluctantly removed his Patek Philippe original and handed it over, “Could you just tell me what-“

“Perfect timing!” Leo crowed as the bartender delivered their drinks. He slid a glass of bourbon to his brother before tossing both watches into the pitcher of beer.

“Leo! What the hell?!” Liam reached for the pitcher, but Leo scooted it out of his reach and pointed to something behind Liam, “Is that Bas right there?”

Liam spun around to look, Leo quickly pulled the waistband of his pants out and the waistband of his underwear up. He snipped a piece of material before Liam could spin back around.

“What the fuck are you doing Leo?” Liam yelped.

“Freeing you from all the trackers!” He answered as he dropped a small tracking device to the floor and stomped on it.

“There are trackers in our underwear?”

“Well, yours, I ditched mine before we left the hotel!” Leo waggled his eyebrows at him, “I’m commando right now!”

“Leo, I want my watch back!” Liam reached for the container of beer.

Leo used one hand to keep the pitcher away from Liam as he reached for his drink with the other, “I’m doing this for your own good, bro!”

“But-“

“No buts!”

A group of women in pink t-shirts entered the bar and waded through a group of men in green t-shirts exiting the bar. Both sets of shirts bore phrases that all started with “most likely to”. There were shouts and laughter and high-fives as each group noticed the other.

Most of the women headed for a small private room in the back but one busty blonde headed to the bar, walking past Leo as she did. Her skin-tight pink t-shirt was emblazoned with the words, “most likely to get pregnant”, and Leo forgot to guard the pitcher as his head turned to follow her.

Liam dashed around his brother and seized the pitcher, plunging his hands in and rescuing the watches. He frantically dabbed them dry with napkins from the bar.

When Leo finally looked back he said, “Liam, you know there are tracking devices in those, right?”

“No, I didn’t know that but-“

Leo snatched both watches up with a sigh, “Just in case the beer didn’t short-circuit them….”

“Wait! Where are you going?” Liam tried to follow but was cut off by several of the loud rowdy women in pink t-shirts.

“Oh, you’re cute! Come with us!” One of them grabbed Liam by the arm and tugged him toward the back of the bar, away from Leo.

“Excuse me, sir!” Leo called out to the group of green t-shirted men that were headed to the door, “but may I ask where you’re going next?”

A lanky redheaded young man who appeared to be already a little inebriated pointed to the west, “headed back to my hotel, there’s a pool party going on! Might stop at a few more pubs first though.”

One of his companions pointed in the other direction, “Nah, the rest of us are going to catch the parade, then we’re-“

“You’re going in opposite directions? Even better!” Leo cried gleefully as he thrust a watch at each of them, “Happy Mardi Gras!”

“Hey, wow, thanks, man!” The redhead swayed a little as he strapped in on his wrist, “this looks real! Best Mardi Gras swag I’ve ever gotten!”

“You’re welcome! Enjoy!” Leo called as he watched the group exit the bar and split up, heading off in different directions.

Leo turned with a satisfied smile and made his way back toward the bar, meeting his brother halfway across the room.

“Leo!” Liam had finally managed to extricate himself from the woman and had made his way hastily toward his brother, “Did you just give away my watch? That was a Christmas gift from dad!”

“I’ll buy you another one,” Leo responded as he craned his neck and scanned the room, “Did you see a blonde with a pink t-shirt anywhere?”

“It was one of a kind!” Liam protested, “And yes, they’re having a bachelorette party in the back room.”

“How did you know that? Never mind, just take me to them!”

“Fine, follow me, but I’m calling Bas,” Liam pulled his phone out.

They were almost to the door of the back room when Leo caught sight of her at the bar with two of her friends, ordering drinks. He snatched the phone from Liam’s hand as he changed course, “See you later, Li! Thank me later!”

“Wait, what?” Liam tried to follow Leo but the brunette from earlier found him.

“There you are!” She yelled as she grabbed him, “What’s wrong? Aren’t we enough fun for you? There are fifteen about-to-be drunk and horny women back here!”

“Oh…I…uh…” he stumbled after her as she gripped his arm and started walking.

“Wait,” she stopped just outside the door, “you’re not gay, are you? I mean, it’s cool if you are but if you are then I guess you don’t care about-“

“What? No, I’m straight! Well, actually I might be a little b-“

“Oh, good!” She squealed as she yanked him through the door with her.

Leo sidled up to the bar in time to overhear the women talking, “….then I threw his shit out the window!”

“I warned you girl, I knew he was a loser when he invited you over for dinner and his mom cooked it!”

“We can’t all be as lucky as Priscilla; did you know her fiancé is a fucking CEO?”

“I heard Lydia’s boyfriend is some kind of minor nobility in his home country and-“

“Sorry, ladies,” Leo interrupted, “I couldn’t help but overhear-“

“Sure, you could,” the blonde answered, “You’ve been standing there staring at me since you got here.”

“Of course, I’m staring at the most beautiful woman in New Orleans!” he gave her the signature Rys smile, guaranteed to charm the pants off any woman.

She wasn’t having any though. With a roll of her eyes, she turned away.

“Didn’t I see you with your hands down some guy’s pants?” one of the other women asked.

“No, I mean yes, I mean that was my brother!”

“That makes it worse!” the woman exclaimed.

“No, it’s not like that!”

“So what’s your story?” the third woman asked.

“Well, if you must know, I'm a prince!” Leo dropped that bomb and waited. It always worked.

The blond turned back toward him with a snort, “Sure honey, everyone's a prince tonight. Come on girls, let’s get back to the party!”

“No, really!” Leo tried to follow them, “I'm going to be king one day!”

“Sure you are...”

“Wait!”

Leo bumped straight into the bouncer outside the door. The huge behemoth of a man grinned at him, “I’ll let you be my king tonight if you want!”

“Ah, thanks….but no…” Leo backed away dejectedly and smacked right into someone else. He spun around and grabbed at her glass in a futile attempt to keep her drink from spilling, “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” she smiled up at him, “Are you really a prince?”

His attention snapped up from the spilled drink on the floor to the woman in front of him. While not the bombshell the other woman was, she was still hella attractive. A little shorter than he usually liked, but she had the goods. Wide hips, narrow waist, big boobs, and luscious lips that gave him ideas.

He brought that megawatt smile to the table and played up his accent, “Why yes ma’am, I am.”

Her eyes lit up, “So you’re royalty?”

“I am, and you are?”

“I’m Simbi,” she giggled, “What’s your name?”

“Leo. Nice to meet you Simbi, can I buy you a drink?”

“You could,” she shimmed closer to him, “or we could get out of here. I live nearby.”

“Lead the way!”

Leo was delighted with this turn of events. Without giving his brother a second thought, he followed her out the door and through the throngs of people lining the street.

A familiar raised voice caught his attention. He glanced to the right as the girl pulled him to the left. Bastien was arguing with the guy he’d given Liam’s watch to. He turned around and dipped his head down, speeding up his pace, and letting the crowd do most of the work of hiding him.

Halfway down the street, he tossed both phones onto a passing float. Let Bas chase that all night he thought with a smirk.

She led him through a small shop filled with crystals and bottles of powders, through a beaded curtain, and up a set of rickety stairs. She made her way down a darkened hallway and pushed open a door at the end.

He followed her inside, pushing the door shut behind them. She pounced on him the moment the door clicked shut.

“I’ve never been with a prince before!” Simbi breathed as she pressed her body into his.

“Well, tonight’s your lucky night!” he told her before crashing his lips into hers.

“Mmm, it must be,” she murmured as she slid to her knees, tugging at the fastening to his purple velvet pants.

“Ah!” Leo’s knees nearly buckled out from under him as her tongue made contact with him, “Oof! I think it’s my lucky night!”

“Oh, the luck is all ours, Your Highness,” a voice called from the darkness.

“What?” Leo’s head spun around trying to find the source.

A woman with deep wrinkles and white hair stepped into his line of sight, “We’ve never had royalty here before. Good job, Simbi.”

Leo glanced down at Simbi. She hadn’t even slowed down in her ministrations despite the appearance of….her grandmother?

“Ah….” Leo’s cock deflated halfway but quickly regained its hardness as Simbi redoubled her efforts, “Shit!” he breathed out as his head fell back.

A clattering sound caught his attention and he glanced back at the old woman. She had placed a metal bowl on the table in front of her, lit a candle, and was running her finger down the edge of a gleaming silver blade.

“What are you- oh!” the woman on her knees in front of him commanded his attention. She had a very talented tongue and he wanted nothing more than to let her finish what she was doing but some sliver of survival instinct fought its way to the surface of his hormone-laden brain.

His eyes slid back to the old woman who was creeping quietly closer to him, blade in hand.

“Nope! Nope! Nope! Sorry!” Leo shoved Simbi’s head away and bolted for the door, pulling his pants up as he went.

“Leo, wait!” Simbi yelled.

He was halfway down the hall to the stairs when he heard footsteps pounding up them.

Shit!

He veered to his left and darted into a cramped room filled with old trunks, a few partially dismembered store mannequins, and a lot of nightmare inducing taxidermy. Tripping over stacks of old books and boxes of odds and ends, and sending rats scurrying in his wake, he made it to the window on the far wall.

His fingers scrabbled frantically at the latch, which was stuck from years of disuse. He heard shouting in the hallway which sent a surge of adrenaline crashing through him. He frantically twisted it one more time and the latch broke, freeing the window. He shoved it open and dove head-first through it.

Leo dropped two stories down into an industrial garbage dumpster. He lay in the piles of putrid garbage as he caught his breath.

Simbi appeared in the window above him, “Leo! Leo! Come back! We only need some of your blood!”

Fuck that!

He scrambled out of the dumpster and took off down the alleyway. Skittering around the corner, he didn’t slow down until he found himself back in civilization in front of a well-lit, well-populated hotel. He patted down his pockets for his phone. Right. Shit! He stumbled into the lobby glancing around for a phone he could borrow.

“Sir, sir, you can’t be in here,” the concierge was scolding him, “there’s a homeless shelter two blocks down.”

“Homeless? No, I’m not homeless, I just need a phone!”

“Smells like you need a shower.”

He spun toward the voice. It couldn’t be!

It was the woman from the bar, shaking her head in amusement, “What the hell happened to you in the last hour, prince charming?”

“I…it’s a long story, I just need a phone so I can call my brother or the head of my security team.”

She peered at him more seriously, “Security team? Still sticking with the I’m a prince story?”

Leo pulled himself upright and reached down deep to find that Rys charm, “Yes, I’ve had a bit of a run-in with an evil sorceress and now find myself lost in a strange kingdom without my valiant knights. Could you help a prince out?”

She laughed as she shook her head, “Fine. You can use my phone, but first, you’re welcome to use my shower if you like.”

“I would love to use your shower! I’m Leo, by the way.”

“Well, Leo, I’m Genevieve, nice to meet you.”

“You didn’t seem to like me before,” Leo observed as they entered the elevator, “What made you change your mind?”

“Your brother,” she answered as she pushed the button for her floor, “He’s a sweetheart and he has a soft spot for you, so you can’t be too bad.”

Leo closed his eyes and gave silent thanks for Liam’s unintentionally fabulous job as wingman. Maybe this night wasn’t a complete loss.

Fifteen minutes later a freshly clean Leo walked out of Genevieve’s bathroom with one towel wrapped around his waist, and one gripped in his hand drying his hair, “I don’t suppose you have any clothes I can borrow?”

“I brought dresses. Except for this,” she gestured to her pink “Most likely to get pregnant” t-shirt.

Leo noted the way her eyes tracked up and down his bare torso. He smiled just the right way to make his dimples show, tossed the towel in his hand to the ground, and walked toward her, “I’ll take it!”

“You’ll have to get it off me first,” she teased.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

Forty-five minutes later, Leo left her room wearing the dry, but still smelly purple pants and a pink t-shirt that made a half shirt on him. An extremely tight half-shirt.

The concierge shook his head disapprovingly but gave him directions to the Golden Lantern.

[ifnt-saranghae]

Woohyun x Pink (light version) Everything sweet, pleasant and nice.

P.S I do not own any of the pictures. Credits to Starry Sky for the Woohyun picture.

[empatheticsociety]

A Class Of Clairvoyant MINI

*Click Images if the resolution is Low or Blurry*

Artist Involved: @tae-kun/@sosamariposa/@varakis

Want to buy the Full-Length Comic and support a Black-Owned Business at the same time?

CLICK HERE to donate to our Kickstarter.

Each donation comes with rewards such as: Free Shipped Physical Copies, Enamel Pins, Posters, and Free Commissions from @afro-ami and @sosamariposa

This link will also show brief summaries of the rest of the cast with more dope art showing off the chaos of this comic series.

Please Like. Share and Comment your Favorite Character! Our Kickstarter is hitting its last few days so any Support is Greatly Appreciated!

What Is Class Of Clairvoyant?

Class Of Clairvoyant is a Fictional Comic set in the early 2000s in a newly announced and mysteriously hidden town. This town is surrounded by an almost never-ending forest filled with weird creatures and unexplainable anomalies; constantly plaguing and disrupting this peaceful yet eerie town.

The only thing protecting this small town and unveiling its mysteries are a small group of kids with their own unique and ever-growing abilities. As they explore this town and its imposing forest, they will discover truths and secrets that will not only change them, but the world around them in ways that will literally warp their reality..

How did they get powers? Who Created this town, and Why? Where do these monsters come from and are they actually trying to harm us? What is actually going on with David's hair and will he grow BALD???

All questions that will be revealed as this comic trucks along into the future.

If you love stories like Gravity Falls, Adventure Time, ParaNorman, SCP and Owl House, then you'll love this.

We have designed this story to not only be a fun tale of Action, Mystery, and the occasional Horror. But also be a "coming of age" story, where we follow and grow with these kids as the struggle with Mental Health, Restrictive and at times Offensive Societal Norms, and all of the other challenges that comes with just growing up in an constantly evolving world

We Highly Recommend that you check out our Kickstarter if you want to see more details including small BIOs of each Character (With Comic Previews) as well as what your support will help make within Empathetic Society and what you'll receive with each donation.

Please Like and Share with any and everyone that you think would like to read or support this. Every action helps and is Greatly Appreciated.

*Thank you for taking the time to read this, and we'll be seeing you on our next upload 😁🙌🏿💖.

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To our sweet MMM followers: OH MY WORD! These random, rapid fire tags are getting out of hand! I just sent a message to Tumblr, so hopefully we will have some answers soon as to why this is happening (y'all are receiving the tags immediately after I paste the URL for the Spotify playlist... I'm not hitting "post", not editing old posts. It's so strange!). But please know: we are so sorry! The multiple tag business is ANNOYING, but please know we're working on it!

But you know what's NOT annoying?

✨THIS BRAND NEW PLAYLIST✨

Check it out NOW! This particular playlist is fueled by all sorts of emotions, giving us a delicious mix of music and fics! We also have some fics that have been posted for our reading pleasure (look for the 📖, then click on the title/link), so make sure you go like, comment and reblog! Show your support!

And as always, thank you all for being so encouraging and supportive of this blog! We love each and every one of y'all dearly! 💜

~🎵~

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📖 “Feel Something” - Landon Austin; Best Kept Secrets, Chapter 7: Don’t Tell Me We’re Nothing (TRR; Liam x f!OC); posted 11/4

“Hunger” - Ross Copperman; Best Kept Secrets, Chapter 8:  It’s Never Ending (TRR; Liam x f!OC)

“Start of Something Good” - Daughtry; Vancross, Chapter 9:  This Might End Up Like It Should (Multiple Crossover; Liam x f!OC)

📖 “Bad Guy” - We Three; The Pact, Part 2 (TRR; Liam x f!OC); posted 10/26

“Tempt My Trouble” - Bishop Briggs; The Pact, Part 3 (TRR; Liam x f!OC)

@bebepac

📖 “Golgotha Tenement Blues” - Machines of Loving Grace; The Vampires Live On, Part 2 [TRR; Liam x Riley (Richard x Alice)]; posted 11/1

@phoenixrising0308

“Castle of Glass” - Linkin Park; The Promise Mini Series, Chapter 9: Castle of Glass [TRR; Liam Rys x MC (Jessica Garcia)]

“Leave Out All the Rest” - Linkin Park; The Promise Mini Series, Chapter 10a: Leave out all the rest [TRR; Liam Rys x MC (Jessica Garcia)]

“My Immortal” - Evanescence; The Promise Mini Series, Chapter 10b: TBD [TRR; Liam Rys x MC (Jessica Garcia)]

“The Winner Takes All” - Mack Loren; Waltz to remember [TRR/OPH]

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“notice me” - ROLE MODEL ft. BENEE; Irreplaceable, Chapter 23:  Can’t Stand When You’re Not Close to Me (TRR AU;  Leo x Riley)

“Mastermind” - Taylor Swift, We Belong Together, AU One-Shot: All You Did Was Smile (TRR AU; King Aiden x Riley)

“this is how you fall in love” - Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler; If the Fates Allow, AU One-Shot:  Fall in Love (TRR AU; Leo x Riley; Liam x Marena)

📖 “Wings” - Birdy; Would’ve Gave It All, Part 5: In the Moment We’re Lost and Found (TRR/RoE; Leo x Riley); posted 10/26

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list of all my fave nct fics/scenarios

hello! so recently i enjoy reading on tumblr than on aff since there isn’t much nct fanfics on there. i made this list as a recommendation and so that i could remember and keep track of all the fics i read so i could re-read them in the future. most of the fics i read are reader x member (romance) and are either oneshots or completed series, though some fics are unfinished. 

my main biases in nct include jaehyun, taeyong, and mark. i apologize if that is all this list contains of since i don’t really read much of the other members. but anyways, give these fics a read!! update: PART 2 IS UP!!! CLICK HERE

legend: ✿ - fluff || † - angst || ✓ completed || ☼ fave || ✦ contain smut or mature content

ps: some of the fics i read are marked as angst, but have a happy ending!!

JAEHYUN

“If everything around me is all my imagination, then you’re the best thing I’ve come up with.” best friend!au by jungstruly ✿✓

tree house by heartkyu ✿✓

make out with me by loviejaehyun ✿✓

friday boy by heartachetosing ✦✿✓

and in the end by bba-sae ✦✓☼☼☼☼☼

[00:11] on your birthday by nctzensshi ✿✓

created by the stars by onlyinmywildestfantasies  ✦✿✓

gold leaf by stormae ✿✓☼☼☼☼

valentine’s couple by prettywordsyouleft ✿✓☼

broken machines by icedcappujaeno ✿✓

nurse!jaehyun by jungstruly ✿✓

you may regret this by lovingyong  †✿✓✦☼

don’t look back by lovingyong (sequel to you may regret this) †✿✦☼

love, eternal by jungcity †✿✓✦☼☼☼☼☼

bane of the devil by jungcity †✿✦☼☼☼

where the heaven are we? by fullsuh †✦✓☼☼

barista!jaehyun by ppangjae (this has 3 parts!! i linked the third so you could click on the first two when you’re redirected) ✿✓☼

strawberries by just-come-baek ✿✓☼

mafia!jaehyun by alientaeyong ✿✓✦

glasses by multikpopwriter ✿✓

coming home by scarletwinterxx ✿✓

let me know by ppangjae ✿†✓☼

bad boy & bad boy sequel by jae-canikeepyou ✿✦✓

14 roses by jae-canikeepyou ✿✓

marked by jae-canikeepyou ✿†✓

never not by dearncityy ✿†✓

ethereal by celestialmark ✿†✓☼☼☼☼☼ (if this is not a masterpiece then idk what is)

hiding in a tree by hyuckles-chuckles ✿✓

june 24 by ppangjae ✿✓

blue lace by moondustis  ✿✦✓

new things: simple  by moondustis ✿✦✓

pretty eyes, prettier smile by gentledreaming ✿✦✓

perhaps, love by ncthothours ✿

poppy seeds by hyuckios ✿✓☼

of all the colors by loveau ✿✓

love maze by dimplyjae ✿☼

balance of us by solecize  ✿✓ (socialmedia au!)

good thing by chaezy ✿✓

our playlist by rendezvousrenjun ✿†✓

n side by moondustis ✿✦✓

when icarus falls by baobaojng ✿†✓☼☼☼☼☼

push and pull by baobaojng ✿†✓

idol!jaehyun by mono127 **this is not a fic but its cute 

take you home by timetoresurface ✿✓

star crossed by nakajeno ✿✓☼ (socialmedia au!)

get to you by suhdone ✿✓ (socialmedia au!)

spending the night by i-am-regular-scenarios ✿✦✓

valentines day by greennct ✿✓☼

boy things by dimplyjae (this has 2 parts) ✿✦✓☼☼☼☼☼

“Fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you - I love you.” bestfriend!au by ncttoast (you should check her masterlist for more scenarios) ✿✓ 

beautiful stranger by strangely-amusing ✿✓☼☼☼☼☼

je te laisserai des mots by jungcity †✓☼

executive order by ofwolvesandbutterflies ✿✦✓☼☼ (has 4 parts but i linked you to the first)

lowkey by vibranthuesofkpop (has 3 parts but i linked you to the first. part 3 is here)

marry me by jaehyun-eclipsed ✿✓☼

all in by ofwolvesandbutterflies ✦✓

bestfriend!jaehyun by ofdreamsnwishes ✿✓

blooming by hyucks-archive ✿✓

secrets of the hill by baobaojng ✿†☼

goodluck by jaehyun avenue ✦✓

be mine by cozyjae ✿✓

of sunrise and roses by fullsunalicia ✿✓☼☼☼☼☼

infront of you by sluttyten ✿✦✓

memoirs of broken people by bba-sae ✿†☼

domaine de la romanée by heartau ✿✦†✓☼

paradiso by caiuscassiuss ✿✦†✓☼

unfortunate events by turtletaemin ✿✦✓☼

the louvre by moondustis ✿✦†✓

ordinary people by ppangjae ✿†✓

14 ways to know your in love by maknaesdancersrappers ✿✓☼

love you goodbye by serendipityseulgi ✿✦†✓

please, please, please by dreaminghaos ✿✦†✓

summer haze by dreaminghaos ✿✦†✓

first date by tuanstrash ✿✓

punch drunk by stormae ✿✓

odd hour by jae-canikeepyou ✿✓

valentine boy by starlightkun ✿✓

hallway to heaven by sopewriters ✿✓

serendipity by kuroaka ✿✓

moonlight child by valentinesicheng ✿✓

valentine boy by whereisten ✦✓☼☼☼

luxury by nctstudio ✿✓

lowkey by vibranthuesofkpop (has 3 parts and contain smut in the third part) ✿✓☼☼☼

TAEYONG

hanakotoba by lovingyong ✿✓☼☼☼

saudade by jungcity †✦✓

absolutely by sweaterpawstaeyong †✿✓☼

flowers in your hair by 127vevo ✿✓

feel special | heartstrings by tomoonine ✿✓

fool by yongtxt ✿✦✓☼

dancing in the kitchen by yunoij ✿✓

ataraxia by min-youngis ✿✓

chemistry by cocobeannct ✿✓

a cut above the rest by greennct ✿✓

may i? by ofwolvesandbutterflies ✿✓

psycho by junguws †✦✓

seat stealer by taeyohonic ✿✓

best mistake by taevcngs ✿✓

syndicate of fallen angels by stormae †✿✓☼

long flight by lavenderxuxi ✿✓

promise by sweaterpawstaeyong ✿✓☼

guardian angels by fullsunalicia ✿✓☼☼☼☼☼

standstill by stormae ✿✓☼

frostbite by strangely-amusing ✿✓

MARK

don’t need a lucky charm by markszone ✿✓

slip-ups by yoondoze ✿✓

best night of our lives by defkooka ✿✓☼

first date by mnhynq ✿✓

blackmail by kpop-stole-my-sanity ✿✓

college boyfriend! by kirei-markeu ✿✓

little surfer girl by jaeminlore ✿✓

seasons by jaeminlore ✿†✓

disconnected by gohyuck ✿✓

solitude by celestialmark ✿✓ (link is to preview, but you could find the next chapters there as well)

a poem titled you  by celestialmark ✿✓

sunflower by celestialmark ✿✓

the world is ending and i’m with you by jaeminlore ✦✓

[elliesguitarstrings]

promises, promises || part one: what used to be

masterlist || series masterlist

tom holland x reader

summary: you're crying over someone you haven't seen in two years, tom is straight up depressed, your friends are trying to set you up, and sam is just trying his best to help

warnings: ANGST, language, mentions of sex, little bit of fluff, probably typos

A/N: PART ONE IS HERE!!!! i absolutely love this fic and i hope you guys love it as much as i do :)

p.s. this ended up being really long sooooo i decided to make it into a series instead lol if y'all haven't figured that out

wc: 5k

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"I got the part! Holy shit I actually got the part!" Tom throws his computer across the bed in disbelief, almost hitting you.

"Wait, like THE part? Like Spiderman?" you question excitedly.

"YES!!! Check the Marvel Instagram right now!" he crawls over to you as you whip out your phone and quickly search up the account. You scan the page to see a post captioned, "Click the link in our bio to see who the new Spider-Man is!" You quickly find the link and impatiently wait for the page to load. And then you see it, boldface print and giant letters across your phone.

The new Marvel Cinematic Universe Spider-Man will be played by: TOM HOLLAND

"HOLY SHIT TOM! You're fucking Spiderman!" you tackle him with a hug, squeezing him so tightly that he has to fight for breath. "I'm so proud of you, I knew you were gonna do big things." you smile brightly.

"We have to go tell everyone else, come on!" Tom pulls you off of him, dragging you out of his bedroom and down the stairs to give his family the big news.

The rest of the Hollands were already together in the family room, and they immediately took notice of yours and Tom's excitement as the two of you are bounding down the stairs.

Out of breath, Tom sprints to the center of the room. "Attention everyone, I have an extremely important announcement to make!" He pauses for dramatic effect, his family waiting in anticipation. "I'M GONNA BE SPIDERMAN!"

This causes an outburst of cheers and applause from his parents and brothers, each one of them getting up to hug Tom and congratulate him on this huge achievement.

Paddy pipes up, "How did you get the news? Did they call you or something?"

"Um, not exactly. They posted it on their Instagram and on the Marvel website as well, wanna see?" He turns to you, "Y/N, show them your phone!"

You pull out your phone and open the screen you were just looking at, showing the Hollands the Instagram post and article.

"No way, they're totally hacked." Harry remarks, earning disapproving looks from Nikki and Dom. "if you were really gonna be the next Spiderman, they would have called you."

Before Tom has the time to argue back, his phone rings, as if on cue. Tom pulls it out of his back pocket and nervously studies the number across the screen.

"Well, what are you waiting for div, answer it!" Sam chirps impatiently.

The rest of the room is silent while Tom listens intently to the person the other line. You can't make out what they are saying, but the eventual smile on Tom's face completely gives it away.

"Yes, thank you. Thank you so much for this opportunity," he holds while the other person talks again. "Yeah, I'll be in touch, definitely. Thank you again." Tom ends the call and lets out a sigh of relief. "That was fucking Kevin Feige! I got the part! I actually am gonna be the next Spiderman!"

You and the rest of his family cheered even louder than before, enveloping him in a giant group hug.

"I say we celebrate!" Nikki announces. "How about we go out for a nice dinner?"

Tom smiles, "If I'm honest mum, as nice as that would be, I'd rather just stay in and celebrate here tonight. I like your cooking better than any fancy restaurant anyways."

"Of course honey, I'll make your favorite. We can have a nice big family dinner, how does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect mum, thank you."

She dashes into the kitchen followed by Sam, the aspiring chef of the family, while Dom, Harry, and Paddy go to dress the table.

You take this as your cue to leave, seeing as you don't want to disrupt the rest of Tom's night with his family. "I guess I should get going then," you turn to Tom, hugging him once again. "Congratulations again, I'm so proud of you Tommy." you smile as you head to grab your things before you leave.

"Nonsense! You're staying for dinner too!" Tom stops you.

"Tom, I can't, you should spend this night celebrating with your family." you try to reason with him.

"But I want you here too!" he pouts.

"And you are family!" Nikki pipes in from the kitchen, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the family.

"See, everyone wants you here Y/N, please celebrate with us?" Tom cups your face.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to-"

Nikki cuts you off, piping in once again, "Y/N, I insist you stay for dinner with us. You've been a part of this family for so long, and you know that. So please stay and celebrate with us!" she smiles.

You giggle, "Well, I guess I can't say no to that." Tom smiles, giddily engulfing you in another hug.

After a long and delicious dinner, you and Tom now lay under the stars in the treehouse in his backyard. Dom had built it for you two when you were eight years old, and it's been your special place ever since then. Obviously, it has been upgraded and redecorated since then, now that you and Tom were both eighteen, but it still takes you back to the old days when you were just carefree little kids.

You cuddle into Tom's chest, looking up at the night sky through the small window in the roof of the treehouse. "I wish we could stay here forever," you whisper.

"Me too." Tom pulls you closer, kissing your forehead.

"Everything's gonna change you know. We're graduating in two weeks, and then you leave for America. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you." A small tear rolls down your cheek which doesn't go unnoticed by Tom.

He wipes the tear off your face with his thumb, cupping your chin to make you face him. "Hey, hey, look at me. Things might be changing, but that doesn't mean we have to. I'm only gonna be gone for a few months, and then I'll be back. I love you so much, and a few hundred miles is never going to change that. I will never let anything come between us, ever, okay?"

You smile softly, "You promise?"

"I promise darling. It's you and me forever. I'm never letting you go. Never in a million years." he kisses you lovingly, and you swear you could just live in this moment forever with him, and only him.

That was six years ago. And what Tom said was true, everything had changed. You just wish everything else he had said that night was true too.

Now, Tom is a world-famous actor, living a luxurious life out in Hollywood. You, however, have stayed in England, living only thirty minutes away from your childhood home with your newfound best friends Julia and Finn. You are no longer a part of Tom's life, and he is no longer a part of yours. But that doesn't mean you've forgotten about him.

How could you possibly forget about Tom? Your entire childhood was spent with him. From the ages of two to twenty-two, you were inseparable. To this day, you still remember when you first met, and you think about it often.

"I no wanna go! I stay home and watch princesses!" you cry, defiantly pulling away from your mother's firm grip as she tries to stuff you into shoes that are much too small for your rapidly growing feet.

"I know honey, but we have to go welcome the new neighbors who just moved in across the street. We made them brownies, remember?" she smiles.

You scrunch your face up, " No! I stay home!"

Your dad chimes in, kneeling down to your level. "Listen peanut. How about we make a deal. You come with us and say hello to the new neighbors, and then after we get home you can watch any princess movie you want and maybe even have some ice cream, how does that sound?"

You smile, "Ice cream with rainbow sprinkles?"

He rubs your head, "With rainbow sprinkles."

"Okay. I go then."

Your parents smile, and you hold their hands as you walk across the street to meet the neighbors. Your mom rings the doorbell, and the door opens to reveal a red-headed woman, smiling at you and your parents. Hiding behind her is a small, curly-headed brunette boy about the same height as you.

Your mom introduces herself, "Hi! My name is Y/M/N, this is my husband Y/D/N, and this is my daughter Y/N. We live right across the street, and we just wanted to welcome you into the neighborhood." She outstretches her arms, holding the brownies, "I made these for you as well, I hope you like them!"

The woman smiles, "Oh, wow, thank you so much, you are so sweet! Would you like to come in for a bit?"

"Of course, as long as you'll have us."

She ushers the three of you in and you stay close to your mom, still wary of entering a stranger's home.

As she closes the door behind her, she introduces herself as well, "Sorry, the house is a little messy, we’re still getting settled in. But I'm Nikki, my husband Dominic is unpacking in the kitchen, and this is Tom." She motions to the boy behind her, "Tom, say hello to the nice people!"

He timidly steps forward, waving at you and your parents. "Hello." he says quietly.

"Oh my, he is adorable!" your mom gushes. She walks over to him, "How old are you Tom?"

He holds up two fingers, "This many."

She smiles, "Two years old? Wow, you're so big! Guess what, you know who else is that many?" Tom shakes his head no. "My daughter Y/N!" She motions for you to come, and you shyly walk forward.

You wave at him, and that makes him smile. Nikki taps Tom on the shoulder, "Do you maybe want to show Y/N your toys upstairs?

He nods his head, smiling at you, "Wanna go play?" he asks.

You smile back, looking at your mom for permission. She nods her head and pushes you forward. "Okay, we go." you respond. He takes your hand and pulls you upstairs, seemingly coming out of his shell. You don't know what it is about this boy, but he makes you feel warm, like a hug. It's something your two-year-old brain can't quite comprehend, but suddenly you couldn't care less about watching princess movies or eating ice cream.

Sometimes you wish that day had never happened, that you had never met him. You wish your little two-year-old self had fought harder against your parents so that you wouldn’t have to endure the years of pain he would cause you later in life. But you can’t go back, and in part, you’re glad about that. He was your first friend, your first crush, and your first love. But he was also your first heartbreak, and that’s something you can never forget.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by a sharp knock on your bedroom door. "Hey, are you almost ready? We have to leave in ten or we'll be late!" you hear Julia's muffled voice from the other side of the door. Finn is hosting a gala tonight for his art studio, and being his best friends and roommates, you and Julia are basically required to go.

"Uh, yeah, I'm about done, I'll be out in a minute!" You haven't even started getting ready, but you don't have any more time. You quickly raid your closet and find a short v-neck black dress and matching heels. You wiggle into the dress as you make your way into the bathroom. You had planned on straightening your hair, but you have no time, so instead, you brush it back into a sleek low ponytail and spray it with a bit of hairspray. There's no time for the elaborate makeup look you had planned either, so you quickly throw on some concealer, blush, mascara, eyeliner, a bit of highlight, and you're set. As you walk to the door, you grab your purse and slip on your heels, making sure you have your phone and keys. Finn and Julia are already waiting in the car, both with disapproving looks.

"What the fuck took you so long? We were supposed to leave five minutes ago! You know I can't be late for this thing." Finn complains as you slip into the backseat.

"Sorry, I, uhm, don't feel well. A little nauseous." you lie. You don't feel like telling them that you were actually crying about someone you haven't seen or talked to in two and a half years like you do every other night.

"You're not pregnant are you?" Julia chuckles.

"Oh please, we all know that Y/N hasn't gotten any since he who must not be named." Finn replies for you.

"Thanks Finn, what a great friend." you joke sarcastically.

He's not wrong though. Since you and Tom broke up, you haven’t slept with a single person. You’ve been on a few dates and kissed a few guys, but nothing past that. The closest you got was about a month after Tom broke it off with you. You were looking for someone to take your mind off of him, so you found a random guy named David at a pub and took him back to your place. But as soon as he took off his shirt, you saw a birthmark on his back that looked eerily similar to Tom’s, and you promptly broke down crying.

No matter what you do, you just can’t seem to get him off your mind.

"Alright bitches, we're here." Finn sighs. "Help me bring my stuff in, we don't have much time thanks to someone who took ages to get ready."

You give a halfhearted apology as you grab Finn's paintings from the back of his car. Julia stops you before you follow Finn into the venue, "Babe, are you sure you're doing alright?"

You smile lightly, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be fine."

"Okay, if you say so. And sorry about Finn mentioning... him. It's been two years, he should know better."

"Oh, no. No, don't worry about that. It's okay. I don't care." you lie.

She gives you an encouraging nudge on the shoulder, "Hey, who knows, maybe you'll find a hottie here tonight and finally get back out there! What do you think, huh?"

"Yeah, that would be great, actually. Maybe Finn can introduce me to his friend James, I know he's pretty hot." you say just to get her off your back. You know for a fact that you won't be going home with anyone tonight, but you want to ease her conscience, so you continue to lie.

"That's the spirit! Good luck hun, love you."

"Thanks Jules, love you too." you smile.

Halfway through the gala, you already want to go home. Finn is over at the bar flirting with some guy, probably trying to get him to buy his artwork. Meanwhile, Julia has disappeared into the bathroom with her boyfriend Ollie, who she invited about thirty minutes into the event because she "got bored."

You look at your phone and realize it's already midnight, and you know the event won't be ending anytime soon. You slowly make your way over to Finn through the sea of people and tap him on the shoulder, drawing his attention away from whatever guy he's flirting with.

"Hey Y/N, how's it going with James?" he asks excitedly.

"Oh, um, it didn't work out, thanks for introducing me though. I just wanted to come tell you that I'm still not feeling well, so I think I'm gonna head home, sorry."

"Oh, okay, no problem. You're probably gonna be alone tonight though, just a heads up. Jules is going back to Ollie's for the night, and" he starts to whisper, "I think I might be going home with this hunk."

You laugh, "Okay, thanks Finn, see you tomorrow then."

"Bye babe. Do you have a ride?" he questions.

"Uh, no, I'm just gonna Uber home, it's no problem."

Finn gasps, "Not this late at night you're not! Let me drive you, hottie with a body over here can wait."

"No, no, don't let me ruin your night. I'll just call Sam then."

His eyes widen, "Like... his brother Sam?"

"Yeah, we're friends still, it's not a big deal. Trust me."

"Okay, fine. But text me when you get home, okay?"

"Okay, love you Finn, see you later." you give him a quick hug and walk outside to call Sam.

You aren't lying, you and Sam are still good friends. Back when you and Tom were together, Sam was the brother that you were closest to, and you felt that it would be unfair to cut ties with the rest of the Hollands just because Tom was a dick to you seeing as they were as much of a family to you as your own parents were, maybe even more. He was attending culinary school in the area anyway, so you decide he’s the best person to call.

As expected, he's happy to drive you home, and about ten minutes later he arrives at the venue where you are still standing outside.

"Hey Sam, I'm sorry for calling this late, but thank you so much for picking me up." you smile as you slide into the passenger seat.

"It's no problem, I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. How've you been?"

"Fine, I guess. How about you?"

"C'mon, I know that look. Something's up with you." he pries.

"I told you on the phone, I'm just not feeling well." you lie, hoping he doesn't catch on.

"It's Tom isn't it?"

"How the fuck do you always know?"

He chuckles. "He is my brother, remember? And you're basically my sister too. I've known you both for literally my entire life, so trust me, I know when it's about him."

You sign in defeat, "I don't know why I can't get over him Sam. It's been nearly three years since we broke up, and I haven't seen him since. My roommates think I'm overreacting, and honestly, I'm starting to agree with them. I should be moved on by now, but I just can't stop thinking about him."

"Hey, hey, don't listen to them, you aren't overreacting. You and Tom were literally attached at the hip for twenty two years, and you weren't even dating for most of them. It's completely normal for you to feel like this, trust me. And I know it doesn't help much for me to say this because I've said it a million times before, but Tom's a complete dick for what he did to you. He's my brother, and I love him, but he's a dick."

"Thanks Sam. I just wish I knew why, y'know? Why, after twenty-two fucking years, he just completely cut me out of his life." you feel your eyes brimming with tears.

"I wish I could have an answer for you Y/N, I really do. But I haven't got a clue. Hell, I honestly don't even know if Tom knows why he did it."

You sigh, "Well, he must have had a reason. Plus, he seems to be doing great in Hollywood. He seems perfectly happy without me."

"You've been stalking him on Instagram, haven't you?" Sam chuckles.

You laugh, "Shut up." That's the great thing about Sam. He can always lighten up a situation, no matter how serious or how sad. Tom did the same thing, that was one of the things you liked most about him.

You and Sam sit in silence for a few minutes, until he finally breaks it. "He's not, you know."

"Huh?" you question, confused.

"He's not happy. You said he seems happy without you, but he's not. He's doing terribly, and it's not just from stress or his work. He won't admit it, but he misses you." he pauses, "I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but he asked about you the other day. About how you were doing and shit like that. I think he would take it back if he could."

You want so badly to believe him, belief that Tom actually still cares about you after all this time. But false hope is the last thing you need right now.

"Well, he can't, can he?" you say sharply, tears still threatening to flow out.

You and Sam sit in silence for the last five minutes of the ride back to your apartment. As he slows the car to a stop, Sam looks over at you sympathetically, "Look, I'm sorry if what I said made things worse. I just wanted you to know that your feelings aren't... one-sided I guess."

You know better than to yell at Sam, he was just trying to make you feel better, so instead of spitting out the sarcastic remark that was on your tongue, you manage out a half-hearted, "It's okay, thanks Sam." and shut the car door.

As soon as the door of your apartment closes behind you, all of the emotions come crashing down on you. A mixture of sadness, anger, guilt, and regret crushed your heart, smashing it into a million little pieces. It feels like two and a half years ago, when he first broke up with you, all over again. Everything was fine until Sam brought him up again, and the memories just all flooded back in. You fall to the floor, clutching your chest in pain, wishing someone was here for you. Wishing he was here for you. At the moment, it feels like you have no one. In reality, you do; you have an entire support system of people who love you so much and would do anything to protect you. But you only want him. You need him. He is the only person you have ever wanted, ever needed, and he's gone.

You want to hate him, you really do. He's caused you more pain in the past two and a half years than anyone or anything has ever caused you in your entire life. But you can't. You can never, and will never, hate him. Which makes you hate yourself.

After what feels like hours of crying, you finally calm down. There's no one at home to talk to and it's too late to call anyone at this point, so you flip on the tv. There's nothing good on Netflix or Hulu that you haven't seen yet, so you scroll through the other apps. You remember that you just got a free Apple TV subscription with your new phone, so you check to see what's on there.

And there it is. Cherry.

His face right on the screen in front of you, lighting your dark bedroom red. You know it's a bad idea and you know you'll regret it, but something draws you to watch it. You need him right now, and this is about the closest you're going to get.

It's fine at first. It's actually nice to see his face again after so long. He looks basically the same as the last time you saw him, just a little more mature. You feel good supporting him, even if he doesn't know it.

But then it's not fine. His character had just gotten into a fight with his girlfriend, so she comes to visit him in his apartment. They talk, and eventually he reveals that he joined the army and has to go away for two years.

"It's just a couple years. Just a couple years and a lifetime together." he whispers.

Then it all hits you, and you break down crying once again. You can't help but think back to that night in the treehouse, and how the conversation is so eerily similar. You wonder if Tom was thinking about it too, while he was filming the scene. Obviously, the circumstances were different, but it still makes you wonder.

You quickly shut the TV off, unable to bear it anymore. With nothing else to do, you try to sleep, but your thoughts keep you up. And as much as you try to fight it, your mind drifts back to the day you so badly want to forget. The day that it all ended.

"Hey, Tommy, what's up? I'm excited to see you tonight!" you pick up the phone. Tom is supposed to come back to London after filming his first solo Spiderman movie, and you could not be more excited to see him. It's been almost a full year since he left for America, and you miss him so much.

"Yea, uhm, about that. Plans have, er, changed a bit." you can hear the solemn tone in his voice.

"Oh no, what happened? Did your flight get delayed or something? I know there's some rough weather in Atlanta, but I didn't realize it was that bad."

"No, no, it's not that. I don't really know how to say this," he sighs, "I'm not coming home."

Your heart drops to your stomach. "What?"

"Yeah. I'm, um, I'm staying in America for now. I found a house in LA, it's nice."

"Well when are you coming back then?" you utter in disbelief.

"Not anytime soon. I have work, so it's just easier for me to be in America. I'm sorry." his tone is stiff.

"But what about us? I miss you so much, these past few months have already been hell for me. I don't think I can survive much longer without seeing you."

No response.

"Tom, are you still there? You know I can't move in with you. I'm already enrolled in university here in London, I can't drop everything and come to America if that's what you want."

"That's not what I want." At this point he seems to have no emotion in his voice, as if he's reading directly from a script.

"So then what do you want?" you start to really worry, tears already stinging your eyes.

"I think you can probably figure that out by now, Y/N."

"Tom, no. You seriously can't be thinking-"

"Yeah, I am thinking that. You've already said that these past few months have been hell, and I'm too busy with work, so I think that's the only option."

You plead with him, "Tom, please! We can figure this out, I love you so much. We can't break up Tom, I can't lose you." You're sobbing at this point, scared to lose the one person you need the most.

"No, we can't figure this out. We have to break up, there's no other choice."

"What happened to you and me forever? That- that night in the treehouse you said you wouldn't let anything come between us!"

"We were kids, Y/N! We had no idea what our lives were going to turn out like. That was a stupid thing to say and I never should have said it, okay? You can't keep every promise you make, especially when you're eighteen. But we're mature adults now, and the mature way to handle this is to break up. Understand?" His voice is booming through your phone speaker, and it's nothing you've ever heard come from him before. He was always calm, looking for a way to work things out. But now, he's completely giving up.

"Tom, please, I-"

"No, Y/N, I don't have time for this right now, I'm sorry. Goodbye."

He hung up. He's gone.

That was the last time you spoke to him. You didn't even get to properly say goodbye, let alone see his face before he was gone forever.

Unbeknownst to you, that phone call is still, to this day, Tom's biggest regret. Almost immediately after he hung up, he wished he had never called you in the first place. He was stressed from work, he was angry at his management team for making him stay in America, but most of all he missed you. So he did the only thing he could think of to take it all away - separate himself from you. He thought that if he broke up with you, he would feel better about his career choices and he wouldn’t have to wwc:orry about missing you anymore because it would be over.

He was wrong.

Every day since then, he’s wanted to call you, text, you, or somehow contact you to apologize; explain why he did what he did and how he still loves you, still needs you, still misses you every second of his life. But he knows he can’t. You would never be able to forgive him for breaking it all off so suddenly. There’s no way in hell you could still love him after something like that.

So he’s stayed out of reach from you for good. And he hopes that maybe one day he’ll be able to move on, find someone new like you’ve probably done by now. But deep down he knows he never will.

You’re still unable to sleep, and now that it’s almost four in the morning, you decide that you probably won’t be able to for the rest of the night. Not knowing what else’s to do, you begrudgingly roll out of bed and go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. As you fill up your mug with warm water, you hear a knock at the door.

Who the fuck would be coming to your apartment this early? You suspect it’s Finn, as he always manages to forget his key. Maybe his night with the mystery bar hunk didn’t go as well as he had planned. You quickly set a tea bag in your mug and walk to open the door.

“Back so soon Fi... what the fuck.” your heart drops to your stomach.

It’s him. The same brown-haired, brown-eyed, British boy that you remember, staring down at you from outside your apartment at four in the morning.

“Hey.”

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or the one where you forget harry’s birthday and try desperately to make it up to him

just wanted to write something small to try to get back into writing after my break! thank you all for your encouragement, excitement, and patience and I apologize for it being a few days later than I wanted it to be! this is probably the closest to angst that you’ll ever get from me :)

thank you to @1980holland, @summertimestyles, @tbslenthusiast, @bigspoonstyles​, @angryinternetduck, and @iconicharry for letting me run my ideas by you and being so kind in general. more thanks to @tbslenthusiast and @bigspoonstyles for being the most wonderful beta readers and just lovely friends overall!

this is another part of my dad!harry series so as always they are linked in order if you want to re-visit them or read from the beginning if you choose to!

⭐ I Want Your Belly ⭐ Wonderful and Warm ⭐ Washed Away in You ⭐ Do You Want to Build a Snowman? ⭐ A Styles Family Christmas ⭐

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“Harry, I’m running late do you think you could drop Sterling off at the sitter’s on your way to set?”

You’re already dressed, pulling on your shoes and grabbing your bag and keys from where they were tossed next to the dresser from the evening before. You dart into the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth.

Harry pokes his head around the doorframe, a wrinkled shirt in his hand, rushing through his own morning routine, “Thought she was coming here?”

“She can’t today, remember? Today’s our day to drop him off.” You put your toothbrush away just as he joins you, taking the toothpaste from your hand to use for himself.

“Alright, yeah. Y’ll have to pick him up later though, think it’ll be a late one for me today.” 

“That’s fine. I’ll throw his bag together and leave it by the door for you to grab on the way out. He’s already been fed and changed so he should be all set. I’ll transfer his car seat to your car too, so you won’t have to worry about that.”

He still has the toothbrush in his mouth, so you stand on your tiptoes to give him a peck to the cheek, adding a “bye, love you!” on your way out the bathroom door.

“Wait..y’don’t have anything else to say to me before you leave?” His mouth now rinsed, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorway, a tired smile working its way across his lips.

“Um..be careful? Don’t drive too fast with Sterling in the car.” 

“I never drive fast,” He takes a quick peek in the mirror, running his hands through his messy curls before turning back to you, “S’that all? Nothing else to say?”

You search your brain, trying to remember anything else you may have forgotten, “Oh! Right..”

His face lights up then, thinking maybe he was gonna finally hear the words he’d been waiting all morning to hear from you.  

“Make sure you tell the sitter there’s an extra pacifier in the right side of his bag that she can leave there in his cubby in case we ever forget one..and that I’ll drop a pack of diapers and wipes off when I pick him up cause I know he’s running low.”

His brow furrows slightly with disappointment, but you’re too busy to notice, blowing him another kiss before rushing out the door of your shared bedroom and down the hall to get Sterling’s bag ready.

He’s still pouting as he opens his top drawer to select a pair of socks for the day.

He couldn’t believe you forgot it was his birthday.

In your opinion, 6 weeks was not long enough for maternity leave. You’re sure no amount of time in your happy bubble with Harry and Sterling would’ve been enough. 

You were somehow able to push those 6 weeks to 12, your boss kindly agreeing to let you do what work you could from home. Eventually, that extension had to come to an end though and there was no other way you could avoid returning to ‘normal’ life.

You’re an hour into your work day but you still can’t shake the feeling that you had truly forgotten something. Harry’s words from the morning ring through your head again and again but you still couldn’t pinpoint what was special about this particular day. It was a Monday..was there some sort of significant anniversary from your relationship over the years, something small but important to him? 

You grab your phone when you have a chance, a quick lull in your morning that allows you to scroll through your phone’s calendar to double check anything your phone may have not yet notified you about. There’s nothing saved, and it does nothing to jog your memory of what importance today’s date holds. 

A text from Anne comes through and your heart stops when you read the message: Tell the birthday boy his present from me is on the way! I was a day later than I should’ve been sending it out so hope he won’t be too upset with me. All my love to you and Sterling as well!

No. Oh no. Guilt bubbles up through your chest and you cover your mouth to stop from cursing too loudly and scaring your nearby coworkers. You have to steady your hand so you can navigate your way through your contacts to Harry’s number, trying to calculate where in his schedule for the day he may be now. It was too early for him to be taking a lunch break, but you silently prayed he would be on a break in between filming scenes that would allow him to answer.

He had told you in the past that even if he wasn’t able to have his phone with him, it was always nearby. Especially now that you had Sterling, he tried to make himself available no matter how busy his schedule would be for the day. Even if he wasn’t able to answer, he would always make time to call back. 

So when you try 2 times with no success of getting through, you stop. You had both agreed before that 3 calls was your distress signal, and you didn’t want his mind to think the worst when he did see you’d tried to get through to him. A text seems too informal, too little for the man you love and adore. He deserved better than that, better than you, a partner who forgot one of the most important days where he should be made to feel special and loved every second.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know this day was coming, you did, of course you did. Being a new parent had well and truly ruined your memory. Turns out birthing a tiny human requires learning a ton of new information to keep your little one alive, meaning that even almost 3 months later your brain hadn’t been fully restored and you weren’t sure if it ever would be. 

How could you make up for something like this? You suppose you could pretend that it was all a joke; that you’d had this elaborate plan all along to surprise him and make him think that you had forgotten his birthday. But you couldn’t lie to him like that, it would only cause you to hate yourself even more later for covering it up. Plus, Harry knew you too well and would see right through that, and then whatever hurt you’re sure he was feeling now would only grow. 

You know he would eventually forgive you, if he hadn’t already, but that didn’t stop guilt from overriding your thoughts. If anything it made you feel almost worse knowing that he would be so incredibly forgiving.

God, you could only imagine the reaction of the fans if they found out. Some of them already had some questionable opinions about you, a few even going so far as to speculate if Sterling was truly Harry’s child, claiming that you had somehow “trapped�� Harry into a relationship with you and that it would eventually fail. Harry had tried to ban you from going too deep, but sometimes your curiosity got the best of you, prompting you to scroll through Twitter or Instagram occasionally. It usually ended with you getting your feelings hurt and Harry having to remind you once again to stay away.

You try to find something in your memory, anything that he may have mentioned wanting (or at this point even needing) over the past few months. Aside from the mundane, everyday things like laundry detergent and shampoo to add to the shopping list, you couldn’t recall a thing. You only had 6 hours before you had to pick up Sterling, so you had to come up with something fast, something amazing.

What do you get for the golden boy who has everything?

You couldn’t believe you didn’t think of it before. It was something you had discovered not long after Sterling’s birth, but like many other things it had gotten easily dismissed and pushed down to the bottom of your list. 

Today, it only takes a few clicks through the website, a double checking of the spelling of the name that will be on the certificate, and a quick selection of a location for where you want it to be for Harry to now be the (hopefully) proud owner of his very own star in the sky.

After all it was Harry who found the name Sterling for your child, it was him who whispered “buonanotte nostra piccola stella” each night as he helped you put Sterling to bed; a phrase he had been most pleased with himself for learning, the Italian to English translation being “goodnight our little star”. If he couldn’t be there to say it, he made sure you knew the proper enunciation of the expression so that you could pass it along from him. It was always followed by 3 kisses to the top of his son’s head.

Thankfully, you were able to use the printer at work to print out the certificate and the map, slipping them both into a manilla envelope and tucking it away in your bag before you clock out for the day. Though you wished you had time to stop and select a nice frame, you only have 30 minutes before having to pick up Sterling, so you opt for a speedy trip to the nearest bakery and grocery store to gather what other supplies you’ll need for the rest of the evening.

By the time you and Sterling make it home, you still haven’t heard anything from Harry. You send up another silent prayer, more for his safety than anything, but also selfishly for yourself and his forgiveness towards you. It wasn’t unusual for you to not hear from him most days, and you remind yourself of his words from that morning about most likely having to work late. 

You push away the guilt that threatens to invade your thoughts again, doing what you need to do for Sterling to keep him content while you start preparations for dinner. Once you have him settled in his swing nearby, you take a moment to scroll through your music selection on your phone, deciding that having something playing in the background would be better than being alone with your thoughts while you work. 

You’ve just washed the veggies to chop for the salad when your phone dings, indicating a new message. You know it’s from Harry, and you’re almost scared to look. Instant relief floods your body when you do have the courage to take a peek: Home in an hour. Love you! Give bub kisses from me xx

The “love you” fills you with overwhelming comfort; takes you back to the day you first met him and how your heart skipped a beat when you realized it was you he was trailing through the crowd of people to approach, a cozy smile plastered on his face. You’ll never forget the gentle way he had spoken and how even though you were surrounded by at least a hundred other people at the party, he didn’t take his eyes off you the whole night. You let out a huge sigh of breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in and contemplate the best way to respond, finally concluding that simple was better.

Be careful, baby. Love you more!! Bubs and I miss you

His text gives you more motivation than you already had to power through making his favorite meal for him. An hour is plenty of time to get everything done, so when Sterling gets fussy and wants to be held, you tuck him against your side, doing what you can with one hand while keeping a tight grip on your son. You know he had missed you when he almost instantly relaxes at being close to you, and your heart hurts at the thought of ever being away from him again, even for something important like your job.

It still takes you a minute to get him calm enough to rest his head on your shoulder, so you don’t hear the sound of the door, or the clink of Harry’s keys or the sound of his footsteps falling down the hallway.

“Need some help, lovie?”

His voice, which normally calms you, nearly makes you jump out of your skin. So when you turn and say, “I thought you said an hour!” it comes out more like an attack than grateful to see him again.

“S’what I thought but we rushed through so I could leave earlier. Is that a problem?” His face is unreadable, somewhere between confused and disappointed with your tone.

“No! Of course not, Harry, I just..” That’s when your voice breaks, your guilt and emotions of forgetting his birthday finally being too much to hold back.

“Hey, don’t do that,” He’s moving the rest of the way through the kitchen to you, a hand smoothing a small circle over your back as you try to wipe your tears, “Please don’t cry.”

“I just wanted to have everything ready by the time you got home, to make up for this morning. For forgetting it was your birthday in the first place. I’m so sorry, H.” 

“You’ve got nothin’ to apologize for, angel. You don’t have to make anything up to me. We’ve both been crazy busy lately, I’m surprised I even remembered what day it was. Here, why don’t I put Sterling in his swing and help you finish dinner?”

“No, absolutely not. It’s your birthday and I know you’re tired. Plus, I think he missed us today. You know how much he loves his swing but I didn’t get very much done before he got upset.”

“Alright, well, I’ll take him while you get everything else done. How’s that sound?”

You nod an agreement at his plan, transferring Sterling from your shoulder to his. There’s a few whimpers of disapproval, but he lets out a small sigh of contentment once he realizes it’s Harry who holds him now. Harry turns his head to smack a few kisses to the baby’s cheek to further pacify him. Sterling’s eyes open briefly, gazing sleepily up at his father. 

“Hi, bub, missed you. Let’s go see what kind of trouble we can get into while Mummy makes dinner, huh?” 

“Not too much trouble, boys. It’s almost bedtime,” He winks at you as he turns to leave and you stop him, “Hey, wait, try this. Tell me if it needs anything.”

You stir a spoon through the pasta sauce you’ve had simmering away on the stove, bringing it to his lips with a hand underneath, careful not to drip it down the front of his white button-up or the top of Sterling’s head. He lets you feed him the spoonful, but doesn’t take his eyes off your lips.  Before you even have time to ask him how it is, he’s trapping his mouth against yours, a satisfied hum at the sauce mixing with the taste of you.

“Delicious.” He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, catching a bit of sauce that ended up smudged at the corner of his mouth.

“Really?”

“Really, darling, it’s perfect.” 

At this point it’s obvious he’s not talking about the sauce, and you push yourself up to plant another kiss on his lips.

“Another,” He gently demands, and you oblige, but he doesn’t pull away yet, “C’mon, few more.”

“Looks like Sterling’s not the only needy baby in this house tonight. How many more kisses do you need?”

He smirks down at you, “It’s my 27th birthday, innit? Think I deserve 27 kisses, don’t you?”

You send him away with the promise of fulfilling his request for the rest of his kisses later, finally able to rush through finishing the last of what was needed to complete the meal and call him back to see the table full of everything you’ve prepared. 

Sterling is bright eyed in Harry’s arms again, and you hope that feeding him will lull him back to sleep for the night. With him having to stay with a sitter on the days that you and Harry were both working, you’d recently had to switch to using bottles for some of his meals. The sitter had assured you that he was adjusting to the bottle well when he was with her, but it had been a frustrating transition for you. 

“You’ve just spoiled him to the usual way, love. It’ll get easier. Want me to try?” He holds out his hand, offering to take the bottle and Sterling back, but you refuse. You know Harry’s right, it will get easier eventually, but right now you know he’s just still tired and hungry. So you give in, lifting your shirt and tossing a blanket over him while he eats. 

“Eat so you can blow out your candles and then open your present.”

He sets a plate of food in front of you and passes you a fork so you can eat with your free hand.

His mouth is full of food but his green eyes light up when he looks at you, “I have a present?” 

“Of course you do. It’s your birthday, isn’t it?” 

“Can we skip cake and do the present first?”

You giggle at his excitement, but the truth is you’re nervous. You know he will be nice enough to tell you he loves it, but you also know him well enough to read the truth on his face. 

“Sure, birthday boy, whatever you want.” Sterling’s finished eating by now so you rest him on your shoulder, tapping his back a few times until you hear a small burp. Harry’s plate is mostly empty now, as is yours, so you tuck Sterling into his swing while you go to retrieve the envelope from earlier in the day. Your heart races as you may your way back to where he sits at the table, his eyes covered dramatically as he waits.

“You can open,” You slide the envelope in front of him and prop your chin up on one of your hands as you watch his fingers work to open the clasp. The papers sit upside down on the table and you inhale a deep breath as he flips them over. His face is full of curiosity as his eyes scan the page. 

“Did you..is this real?”

“Well I’m not sure how official it is but, yes, it’s real.” You take the map from behind the certificate and point out the location, “According to this it’s..”

“Is my star right over our house?” His eyes are wide as he studies the coordinates, “Can we go see if we can see it now?”

How can you say no to that? You let him lead you out the back door of your home and out into the cool air of the night. He only lets go of your hand when he reaches the edge of the yard, pointing straight upwards.

“It’s gotta be that big one, right? That mine, right?” You look over his shoulder down at the map and then back up to where he’s pointing.

“Yep, I think that’s the one. Unless..do you have the map upside down?”

“No! Do I?” He squints his eyes, bringing it closer to his face in an attempt to read it in the dark. 

“You definitely did. It’s that one there..to the left of the big one we thought was yours.”

“S’gorgeous, baby,” He tugs your hand until your smushed against his side and he tosses his arm around you, letting out a deep sigh as he continues to stare up at the sky, “Thank you so much.”

“You really like it?” You’ve got both arms wrapped around his middle now, enjoying the feeling of his chest rising and falling.

“I really do, angel. Can’t believe you named a star after me twice.” 

“Twice?” You tilt your head upwards to look at his face.

“Yeah. Twice. That one,” He points up again, “My favorite one though, the greatest gift you will probably ever give me, is probably snoring in his swing right about now.”

As sweet as the moment is, you can’t help but snort out a laugh at that, “If he’s anything like you, he’s definitely snoring right now.”

“Hey, I don’t snore!”

“Oh yes, you do. Feel like I’m sleeping in a cave with a bear sometimes.”

That earns you a big, booming laugh from him, and he pulls you even closer to kiss the top of your head. You turn your body to face him, squeezing him once and kissing his chest through his shirt.

“Happy birthday, Harry.”

“Thank you,” He places his hands on either side of your face, thumbs rubbing along your cheeks, a slow smile sneaking its way across his face, “Can I have the rest of my kisses now?”

The next time Anne and Gemma come to visit, he’s sweeping them down to the end of the hallway leading into your living room, to where he now proudly shows them the framed certificate and map sitting side by side on the wall. Of course they had both already heard about it before. The day after his birthday he had spent 10 minutes on the phone with each of them bragging about it. He’s got Sterling in his arms as he shows it off now. He holds him up next to the two frames.

“How lucky am I, huh? Not every man can say they have two stars named after them, can they?”

thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

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DaveFarts - Episode 1 “FartsApp” [Episode List] Since he’s a gassy nerd, Dave teases his friend Tim via WhatsApp by sending him a series of short videos of him farting.

FartsApp

Being gay with a fart fetish is really hard sometimes.

For me at least.

While the world is definitely getting more open-minded about homosexuality, I can’t really force it to accept this weird fetish (to be honest, all fetishes are kinda treated like taboos, regardless of the sexuality involved). I had to settle for YouTube videos or websites devoted to this whole fart-sniffing thing; not that I’m complaining: it was good to discover that so many people actually had this fetish.

Cue Dave. Well, sort of, actually. He doesn’t have a fart fetish and he’s not even gay. Dave has been my best friend since forever. Unlike me, however, he’s straight and is currently dating some (lucky) girl.

Around my age, he’s like a brother to me, and we’re actually well-known because of how much time we always spend with each other.

Dave is a great guy, a great friend, very open-minded and, dare to say it, actually quite hot.

Not surprisingly, being the brother I never had, he’s the first friend I came out to, the only one who knows about my homosexuality. Actually, it’s not like I told him… he found out on his own, in the worst possible way (for me).

During one of our nerdy game-nights, being “that one gassy friend”, Dave started to rip -as usual- tons of farts, fueled by some junk food, until he ripped one directly in my face (and boy it was amazing…). Everything went downhill from there… kinda. For some reason or another… he just accepted all at once not only my homosexuality, but also the fact that I found face-farting… hot. He just laughed about it and honestly gave me some encouraging words about my peculiar situation, proving that he’s indeed the best friend ever. Oh… and he also literally farted for me after that, in my face, letting me sniff and enjoy his amazing rips; he can also fart on command apparently: got a taste of his talent that same night.

That one, surreal night.

I still can’t believe it happened.

Felt like a confused dream. Like one of those nights where you drink too much so you don’t clearly remember what happened. But it was all true.

Dave, my best friend, was perfectly fine with me, my fetish, and all this weird stuff.

Yes: I know how lucky I am.

It’s been 4 months since he found out.

And, believe it or not, I’m getting face-farted so often that I’m almost forgetting how beautiful it feels.

Seriously: Dave simply accepted it like I’m living in someone’s crazy fetish dream and, when we’re alone, he just casually farts in my face (without me asking for it). Not always, but very often.

Surprisingly enough, despite the fact that my nose spends a lot of time brushing against his denim-covered butt, our friendship didn’t change at all though: we still hang out with the rest of our friends and generally spend a lot of time together.

Sometimes I’m so in disbelief about how easy-going he’s been with me, that I randomly ask him “You sure you’re OK with… this?” (I say, gesturing all of me), but he just smiles or rolls his eyes annoyed, tired of hearing the same question over and over again. What can I say? He’s perfectly comfortable with his own sexuality I guess, so he doesn’t have any problem with my fetish.

Sometimes though -sorry I say this- I kinda wish he did…

No, I’m definitely not complaining. That’s the best possible scenario for me, but sometimes he can get a bit too… inopportune. Dave is not really a prankster, but he loves teasing his friends, just for fun, including me.

I was in the middle of an important exam once, one of these pop-quiz thingies that make zero sense, and I felt my phone vibrate. I checked my FB private messages and all I saw was this YouTube link sent by Dave. Since I’m a fool apparently, I clicked on it, and one of those popular YouTube fart videos popped up and played, one with really loud farts. The first fart actually echoed in the room and other students glared at me: never felt so embarrassed (not including the night Dave found out about my fetish).

“Dude! Stop sending me this stuff!” I texted him. “I’m in the middle of an exam here!”

I scolded him for this, but the truth is that I couldn’t ask for a friend more open-minded than him.

The fact that he teases him with fart videos like he teases our heterosexual friends with those “shock” porn pics made me feel more… accepted.

But still… I was in the middle of an important exam so he had to stop.

And he obviously didn’t.

He sent me like 10 other links, just to annoy the sh%t out of me.

I mocked him by texting something like “Those videos are quite hard to find. Guess you’re gay too then!” but he would reply with “I had a great teacher!” and send me one of my awkward photos from Facebook.

Other times, since our friendship didn’t change a bit, he even made random references to my homosexuality or even my fart fetish when messaging me to make plans for the night (especially during the weekend). This mostly happens on WhatsApp:

Dave: “Dude, you have to come with us. Stop being a whiny little bi*ch and get up from that couch!”

Tim: “Sorry, man. I don’t think I’ll be joining you tonight…”

Dave: “You know what? If you don’t come with us… you’re gay!”

Dave: “Sorry, I mean… if you don’t come with us, you’re a fuc*ing heterosexual!

Dave: "U ride pussy, don’t you? Fuc*ing straight people!”

He was obviously being sarcastic, but I just loved how he adapted his… uhm… “humor” to my situation.

One time, however, things got a bit… hotter for me…

Dave: “Dude, come over. We have a lot to study…”

Tim: “Sorry, really can’t today. Aren’t you with Dana right now anyway?”

Dave: “I need somebody to focus with, not focus on. You know me and Dana always end up in bed after like 20 minutes.”

Dave: “It’s awesome but this stuff ain’t gonna study itself…”

Yep. Dave and his girlfriend Dana apparently had a very active sex life.

Glad he was getting laid. And Dana was pretty cool to be honest.

Tim: “Dave, sorry. Maybe tomorrow, k?”

Dave: “Dude! Come on! I’m farting like crazy today!”

Did… did he just try to “bribe” me using his farting abilities?

Dave: “Seriously. I just ripped one that was like 10 seconds long. What a waste of farts!”

Tim: “Dave… are you crazy?”

Took a couple of minutes to reply to that one, and then I got two messages at once.

Dave: “Oh yessss, Tim, crazy for youuuuuu!” he wrote, with a heart emoticon at the end (again, he’s a sassy bi*ch as usual).

I then saw that WhatsApp was loading a video sent by him, an actual video, not a link.

It was Dave, a smirk drawn on his face while staring at the camera. He was wearing a simple black shirt. The view soon moved and I saw his slightly sagging-butt in jeans sitting on a wooden chair, and then heard this big fart echoing in his living room (he was alone), rumbling loudly and hard on the wooden surface. He even turned the camera to his face while he was forcing the “classic”-sounding fart out, making funny facial expressions; indeed, the fart lasted almost 10 seconds, and I obviously loved that: biggest farts I’ve ever heard from him in awhile! It was like watching those funny fartvines on… well… Vine, but having my best friend as the funny/hot farter this time.

Dave: “Hope that convinced you…” he then texted.

I was kinda… “offended” by that last message.

I mean, yeah, I seriously wanted to be there, but I always love spending time with Dave, farts or not (that’s why we’ve been friends since… forever).

Tim: “Are you seriously using farts to buy my friendship? It’s not like I don’t want to study with you. I just can’t today!”

Was that too harsh? Should I have added a smiley face at the end?

Only thing I was sure of, is that I never thought that a sentence like that would even make sense someday.

And I was still bewildered by how Dave was so comfortable with the fact that I loved farts.

Tim: “You don’t need farts to convince me, Dave. More like… you’re making me suffer!” I joked, finally breaking the ice myself with a reference to my embarrassing fetish, proving that I indeed wanted to be there with him, enjoying those farts.

Another couple of minutes passed.

Was he making another…?

Dave: “I know you’re suffering, Tim. Don’t worry. That’s why I’m sending you this.”

Oh boy, another video. Should I play it? Was he aware that I was getting a boner from all of this?

I literally pitched a tent in my pants.

There… it’s Dave again, this time sitting on the couch. The video started with his face winking at the camera with a sly smile; the camera then moved between his legs and slowly panned towards his butt in loose jeans (he probably put his legs on the small table in front of his couch, to make his butt more visible). Now I had a rather unique (and hot -for me) view of both his butt (and part of his crotch) in jeans and his face. He grinned wildly and the fart began, ripped right in front of the phone. The sound and the views were perfect; Dave moved the camera towards his butt as the fart kept going strong, sounding like a deep trumpet; I could see the detailed blue fabric of his jeans as the funny sounds continued. What a lucky phone!

It lasted around 8 seconds and it was simply the hotness.

The video ended with Dave laughing at the camera and all went pitch black.

Tim: “You’re insane, Dave!” I joked again, enjoying how crazy he was about this. And for me I guess.

But I had to tell him.

Tim: “Dave, you do know that all of this gave me a… well…”

But as I was halfheartedly writing the second part of the message, Dave wrote more stuff.

Dave: “Then go beat your meat! I can’t do everything for you, Tim.”

Dave: “And please don’t act like this is some kind of big deal…

Dave: "Wow, Tim got a boner! How impressive!”

Dave: “Let’s all bow to Tim, the mighty guy whose penis can turn bigger!”

Dave: “Behold, the Great Tim! The guy who once had a boner and had to tell everyone!”

Further proof that Dave was being the best friend ever.

He was clearly being sarcastic; he was joking. That was his way of telling me “Nah bro, it’s all good”. And I was kinda surprised that he was so… chill about this stuff. I literally had a boner because of him and he just… didn’t care. As I said, he’s very open minded and perfectly comfortable with his own sexuality, so he didn’t have the irrational fear of “turning gay” when doing this stuff with and for me. I also appreciated that he trusted me with those funny, but otherwise embarrassing videos.

After one or two minutes, I’ve received one big audio file and I just knew what I was going to get when I clicked the triangular-shaped button to play them.

I heard Dave singing my name like he was some kind of serial killer trying to find me.

Dave: “Tim… come here…”

I then heard a series of muffled noises, as if the camera was being put under something, and it was clear what: I in fact then heard the loud, audio-glitching sound of one big fart that lasted around four seconds.

Dave: “He’s waiting for you…” he sung again in that creepy tone of voice.

Another fart, just as big as the first one.

He was on fire that day!

Now I was both laughing like an idiot and having the biggest boner.

Tim: “Dude, you’re on fire! But… to be honest, that was kinda gay…” I chuckled.

Dave: “Says the guy who gets a boner when he hears a fart. You fuc*ing hypocrite.”

He then sent yet another audio file, with him singing that meme-song “I’m gay, gay, gay, I love long big c*cks”, but slightly changing the lyrics. He even put a karaoke version of it on his computer while recording the audio file.

Dave: “You are gay, gay gay, you love long big farts. ‘cuz you’re supah-super gay, and you love big…”

Fittingly enough, a huge fart from my best friend took over the last part of the song. Loud as usual, sounding like a deep chainsaw. I could just imagine how beautiful that was. But the best part was probably the fact that he was definitely farting for me. I know, not your usual “hot sexy” scenario… more like a “sweet” one, in a very twisted way of course.

I wasn’t obviously offended by that “gay song”, since I knew that Dave was just being silly as usual and his mocking words were definitely not mean-spirited.

Tim: “Aren’t you supposed to be studying right now?” I asked.

Dave: “I don’t know, aren’t you supposed to be here right now?”

Tim: “Dude, seriously. Thank you! But I’m serious… I really can’t today.”

Dave: “Alright… alright… cya tonight faggot…” he wrote, with a heart-shaped emoticon at the end.

I just rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit, then drove my attention to my own books.

This was going to be a long afternoon. But after only one minute of silence, my phone vibrated wildly: it was Dave and he was calling me. Very unusual in that moment.

“Uhm… Dave? Hello?” I picked up.

I was greeted by a series of “Dude, sorry!” and I was really confused.

“Dave… what?”

It was just Dave being adorkable I guess.

“Dude, sorry about that 'faggot'… that was bit too much, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

I laughed in disbelief. “Bro, it’s OK. I’m not offended. I know you didn’t want to insult me or anything…”

“No, Tim. That one word is not a joke and I shouldn’t have used it, sorry.”

I was just… wow. Dave went from “dominant friendly farter” to “adorable/awkward confused puppy” in mere seconds. Further proof that I was the luckiest guy alive (fetish or not): Dave cared so much for me that he even apologized for the “f-word”, which admittedly is a very bad word for a guy like me. But this time it was coming from Dave, my best friend, a guy who cares so much about me that he would even “censor” his language just to avoid unfortunate implications.

Ironically enough, the roles were switched, and he was the one saying a rapid-fire series of “sorry!” this time.

“Dave, quit with the apologizing. You’re the best.” I chuckled. “We’re bros, that’s what we do: we insult each other!”

“Alright… you sure? Not going to use that word ever again though.”

“Dave… it’s OK. You’re the best.”

“OK… OK. See you tonight. Take care.”

And he hang up.

He just wanted to make sure that he didn’t accidentally offend me by calling me a “fag”.

I would have been, if it wasn’t coming from Dave.

But then again, he also said that he was going to kick in the face whoever dared to insult me.

And he said that before he found out the truth about me: he’s always been quite protective.

“Oh come on!” I shouted, almost annoyed, merely five minutes later, when I heard the phone vibrate one more time.

It was Dave. Again.

He sent another video.

I tried to scoff at it but I was obviously loving all of this instead.

He was lying on the couch, the camera focusing on his butt in jeans. I could see both his face and butt, at the same time. It was like he filmed the video imagining my POV when he farted in my face, and I absolutely enjoyed that.

“Alright, Tim… Sorry for calling you a faggot.” he spoke in a “comically” serious voice. He truly was “sorry”, but it was clear that he was trying not to laugh. “I’m really, really sorry, believe me.”

Keeping a straight face, he ripped an incredibly loud, deep fart at the camera. He didn’t bat an eye, blink or smile. He eventually lost it towards the end of that 6-seconds long blast. He chuckled a bit and then turned “serious” again.

“That was a sad fart… we’re both sorry.”

He then closed his eyes and made a funny face, signing in relief as he ripped another long fart, the lucky camera slowly panning towards the seams and textures of the blue denim covering his powerful sagging butt. It lasted almost 10 seconds: truly a fart master. And those weren’t even on command!

“Oh my…” I whispered, staring in awe at the amazing video.

“This one was on the house…” he chuckled, right before turning the phone to his butt one last time and ripping a short series of toots, grinning wildly, clearly forcing those smaller farts out just for me. And that was it.

My boner was definitely wet now as bits of that well-known white substance poured from the tip of of my “standing” dick, slightly dampening my boxers and pants. It was like a volcano going to explode. A volcano that, just like me, couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed to the bathroom and furiously beat my meat, almost strangling my rock-hard penis with a firm grip. I didn’t last much: I literally peed sperm, thinking of Dave’s farts. The best part is that I didn’t need to imagine anything: it was all real. I laughed in relief just as I felt my penis deflating like a balloon, after it vomited its white substance. It felt good, not “masturbation good”, like “life is good”. And it was.

My best friend, Dave, was this fantastic guy who, in his own, twisted way, was taking care of me, accepting me, making me comfortable with my fart fetish. A gassy, open-minded, mildly disgusting “bro” who only wanted to preserve our friendship.

And I couldn’t be happier.

End of Episode 1

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Star Crossed: Shining Star

Summary: Between filming and conventions, Jensen Ackles hardly has a moment to himself. During a panel one weekend he learns that his favorite band’s lead singer is a fan of his. Encouraged by his best friend, Jensen steps out of his comfort zone and reaches out to her on social media. That one decision throws his entire world into a whirlwind adventure. Pairing: No Pairing Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1595 A/N: None

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Jensen Ackles walked into his apartment kicking off his shoes by the door. Thankful to be done filming for the week and looking forward to not having to travel too far for the convention this weekend. He loved meeting fans and performing on Saturday nights. There were some weeks where he wished he could relax in his apartment and not have to worry about traveling.

Deciding a night of Netflix and pizza was in order, Jensen took a quick shower then put on some sweats with a t-shirt. He had settled in with his pizza with The Witcher series pulled up to watch when his phone started buzzing.

“No Jared, I don’t want to come out.”

Laughter came ringing through the speaker, “Jackles, it’s only a few crew and myself chilling at our normal spot. Come out for a little while.”

“What part of no don’t you understand? The N or the O?” Jensen rubbed his forehead hearing everyone behind Jared chanting his name, “Buddy, I’m showered and in for the evening. I’ll make it up to y’all tomorrow night.”

“Fine old man, see you tomorrow.”

He groaned, ending the call and no longer interested in the show on Netflix. Turning off the tv, he walked over to his record player turning on the band he had been listening to on repeat. He discovered Wayward Stars a few years ago when a fan gifted him their cd. They were a hard rock, alternative metal band with lyrics that spoke to the soul. Also, the lead singer was drop dead gorgeous.

There had been late night shoots he would turn on one of their albums listening to (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s voice letting it seep into the far reaches of his mind. As he sat in his apartment alone, he allowed his mind to wander of singing with her on stage one day. Making a mental note to talk with Creation and Rob Benedict about getting her to come to Vegas for SNS. For now, he let the music flow over him well into the night.

The next day, Jensen slept in until he heard Clif knocking on his door. Twenty minutes later, he was walking down to the lobby where Jared was sitting with his eyes closed.

“Hey Jared!” He yelled.

Jared jumped falling off the chair he was on. Jensen and Clif started laughing as he mumbled curses under his breath getting off the floor.

“Not funny and I will get you back.” Jared’s eyes narrowed on him.

“I’m sure you will, big guy. Now, can we get on with our day?”

They had a few interviews at the studio and some meetings before they had to get ready for the concert that night. Since the convention was in Vancouver and there was no traveling, Jensen had agreed to sing that night. He was excited to perform new songs and to be in front of the fans. As they pulled into the studio parking lot, he sighed knowing it was going to be a long day ahead of him.

It was near six o’clock when Jensen arrived back at his apartment to get ready for the night. Once again, he turned on his favorite Wayward Stars song, A Light in the Dark. It was a slower song with beautiful lyrics and then a killer riff in the end. He was in his room, singing when he heard his door open. Only two people had a key to his place and he only needed one guest to know who was walking in.

“Really? Wayward Stars again?” Jared flopped down on his couch.

“I can’t help it that you have horrible taste in music.” He chuckled.

“I like the band… just not 24/7 like you.”

He rolled his eyes, shutting off his record player, “Don’t judge me. Now come on and let’s go hang out with the fam.”

Saturday Night Special was exactly that, special. Especially when they were in Vancouver. The cast and crew seemed to cut loose a little more backstage. He was catching up with Matt Cohen when they called him to get ready to go on stage. Jared and Misha were standing by the stage to watch as Rob called him up on stage.

There was nothing more exhilarating than being hit with a roar of an audience. An electric current steady ran down his body over the next fifteen minutes as he performed. When he walked off stage, as promised, he celebrated with Jared, Misha and others until the early hours of morning.

Their early morning panel was rough as the coffee worked through knocking out the whiskey from his system. The last question of their morning panel came from a young lady wearing a Wayward Stars shirt.

“Love your shirt.” Jensen smiled.

“We get it Ackles, you’re their biggest fan.” Jared jokes.

The fan laughed, “Actually my question is about them. SPN family loves this band since they are fans of the show. Wondering if you ever had a chance to meet them or if they could be invited to a SNS show?”

“Go on fanboy…”

Jensen rolled his eyes, “I would love to meet them one day and have them come perform during Saturday Night Special. I’m forever thankful to the fan who gave me their cd a couple of years ago. Many, many a night their music has kept me sane during shooting. So yeah, definitely would love to meet them.”

“I would love for Jensen to meet them so I can film it and post it on social media for everyone to see him fanboy all over (Y/N).”

The crowd ohhh as Jensen glared at Jared, “Alright, alright… I think we have to get going now. We will see y’all later.”

Waving as they walked off the stage. As soon as they were on the stairs, Jensen punched his friend in the shoulder.

“Ow!”

“You deserve that.” Jensen could hear Jared laughing all the way to the green room.

The rest of the convention went without a hitch. Monday morning brought a whole new week of filming. Jensen was in his trailer when his phone buzzed seeing a text from Jared.

He pulled up his app, seeing a few friends tagging him in a post from a girl named Addy. Clicking on the YouTube link surprised to see (Y/N) watching him sing from SNS.

“I can’t help it. He’s gorgeous and talented and the perfect man.” She threw her arm over her eyes dramatically pretending to faint.

Text flashed on the screen, “#1 Jensen Ackles Fangirl”

He sat there stunned for a moment watching the video again. He could not wrap his mind around that she was a big fan of his. He knew the band liked the show, but to think he was perfect? His heart thumped against his chest as his shaking hands typed a message back to Jared.

Jensen took a few deep breaths before typing a Tweet then deleting it. He typed another one and deleted it. The third time he hit post and immediately regretted it, sounding like an idiot. Within minutes he received a notification from (Y/N) on Twitter.

Before he could reply, Jared was calling him, “Are you freaking out?”

“N-No… maybe, yes.” He stammered.

Jared’s laughter filled his ear, “Oh my god I wish I could see your face right now. This is your chance to make all your dreams come true.”

“I’m hanging up now, Jerk.”

“See you in an hour, Bitch.” Jared was still laughing as Jensen ended the call.

He watched the video a few more times and sent another Tweet out to (Y/N) after following her page. He went on all his social media making sure he was following her before realization hit that it seemed stalkerish.

“Jay, calm your roll.” He muttered to himself.

Putting his phone down, he tried to go over his lines for the next scene they were shooting. When he could not concentrate then he buckled, putting in his earbuds and turning on Wayward Stars. His hands were still trembling as he tried to control his fan moment.

Over the next several weeks, Jensen and (Y/N) were chatting all over social media. He posted a picture on Instagram tagging her in holding up her vinyl record.

Finally, he gathered the courage to ask for her number in a DM to chat with her more in private. Since their fans were going nuts over their new friendship. Now they would text each other everyday like they had known each other forever. She would tell him about her shows and cities she was in. He would chat about filming without spoiling anything for her. The only thing he wished could happen was their schedules to sync up so they could meet.

That thought ran through his mind everyday especially when he was at conventions like the upcoming weekend in his hometown. Thursday night, he was on a plane heading to Dallas when a notification popped up on his phone from (Y/N) posting on Twitter.

“Not next to me.” He mumbled snapping a picture of himself before replying to her Tweet.

He knew where she was off too after they had talked earlier in the day. They were still a thousand miles apart but closer than they had ever been since their friendship had begun. Settling back into his seat, he enjoyed listening to Wayward Stars newest song released that week.

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[bebepac]

The Double Date Mistake?

I am participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt # 92 “I don’t think that was meant to go there.” will appear in bold.

This is also chapter 2 of The Meet:  To catch up on what you’ve been missing of the Meet so far Please click:  The Meet Masterlist

Original Post Date: 05/01/2021 at 3:15PM

The Book:  TRR

The Pairing:  Liam x F!OC (Liam x Jilian) 

Word Count: 1948

Summary: Jilian goes on a double date with Bebe and meets Leo for the very first time.  Jilian and Bebe share how they first met each other to the guys.  

Warnings: Sexual innuendos.  Profanity.  

Leo and Liam belong to pixelberry, Jilian belongs to @queenjilian borrowed for the duration of this series. All others are my own to help us tell the story.  

“And done. He has your number now Jili. Now fly my little birdies fly.”  

She thought he would text right away but he didn’t.  The whole way to Bebe’s apartment the twenty minute drive Jili’s phone was silent.

Bebe looked at Jili as she glanced at her phone.  What the actual hell?

She texted Jilian.

“Bebe why the hell are you texting me? I’m sitting right next to you?”

“I was just making sure your phone was on.”  

“I mean he’s still working Bebe.  He can’t just drop everything and just start texting away.”

“The hell he can’t. What in the actual fuck is wrong with you bruh?” Bebe grumbled as she angrily typed on her phone.

“Wing Woman are you trying to crash this plane?”

“The mother  hasn’t even taken off yet with you two trying to pilot it. I’m gonna need you to get your life together Jili.”  

The driver pulled to a stop. “Damn I really wanted to see how this turned out.”

Bebe got out of the car in a huff.

“I’ll let you know.”   Jili called out the window to her.

Jilian wasn’t going to let it stress her out.  He was still at work. She knew her job got busy at times, and she couldn’t just sit on her phone and do nothing.  As she was walking up the stairs to scan her door key fob, the phone rang.

It was a local number she didn’t recognize.

“Hello?”

“Jilian. It’s Liam.”

“Hi Liam.”

“I apologize for not texting or calling sooner.  Things got busy at work.”

“Oh I figured that was what happened.”  

"Bebe is something else. I feel a little attacked. I can tell it's from a place of love though."

"She's my best friend Liam. My true sister from another mister."

"So it's safe to assume you are single?" Liam inquired.

"I am, and for you the same?"

"Yes Jilian I am. Is it forward of me to say maybe we can change that for each other. I would really like to see you again. I'm off next Friday would you be free then?"

Jilian sighed.

"Friday is my date night."

"Oh. I just assumed you being single you weren’t seeing anybody even casually."

"With Bebe. We restaurant hop. We're self proclaimed foodies. 

Do you have any friends maybe we could double?”

“My brother, both him and Bebe have big personalities, I think they’d really get along.  Think she would be okay with that?”

“Yeah I think I could convince her.”  

They continued to talk, and about everything under the sun.  Liam was funny and witty and kept her attention.

She began to realize how much she had in common with the charming Liam Rys.  

She had cuddled into her bed under her covers laughing and chatting with him.  She finally rolled over realizing it was almost dawn.

“Oh my God! Is that the sun?!?!?!” she shrieked, surprised into the phone.

“I’m so sorry Jilian I completely lost track of time.”

“I have to go, I have to be at work in forty five minutes!!!”

Jilian said her goodbyes to Liam and hurried to work.  

Right when Jilian was sitting in her office reading over her chart  for her first patient’s checkup, there was a delivery.  

A large coffee drink had been delivered to her with a sweet gooey cinnamon bun.

“Gift for you Jilian Winchester.”  

Liam was really sweet.

She texted him thank you.

He had let her know he had an extra espresso shot added to her coffee.

Liam was a lifesaver.  

*^*^*^*^* The Double Date *^**^*^*^*

When Jili and Bebe got to the restaurant  Liam and Leo were already seated at the table both stood to greet them.  

Liam softly kissed  Jili’s cheek.  

Bebe glanced at Leo.  He was cute, but he was probably about five inches shorter than Bebe, not to mention Bebe was wearing heels making her tower over Leo.

Liam changed the subject breaking the ice between everyone, and the conversation between the couples started flowing.  

Jilian slipped in the subject of Liam and Leo honestly not looking much like each other.  

“We’re half brothers, we have different mothers. But don’t get it twisted Bebe.  I can scale you like Mount Everest. Taller women don’t intimidate me one bit.”

“Um….thank you for that blatant honesty…. Jili will you accompany me to the restroom please?”  

“Excuse us for a moment.”  Jili smiled politely.  

“Absolutely not Jili!!!!!”  Bebe was adamant when the door to the bathroom closed.  

“Bebe I didn’t know!  I swear when he said older brother, I was thinking he looked like him.  You would think older brothers are taller, bigger, and wiser. He is funny though.  You two do have similar personalities. Maybe try to focus on that Bee.  Let’s just try to have a fun time.  You don’t have to see Leo again.  But I know I want to see Liam again. I like him.”  

“You owe me big for this!!!”

Both women come back to the table.  Their drink orders had arrived.  Bebe takes a long sip on her drink.  

“That’s what I’m talking about!”  Leo smiled.  “A girl after my own heart.”  

“How did you and Bebe meet Jilian?”  

“We actually met in NOLA. We were both presenting at a medical conference.  Bebe for the Pharma side, because she’s a pharmacist,  and me for medical for being a nurse practitioner focused in the at risk population.”

Leo eyes flit to Bebe.

“So you’re a drug dealer?”  

Bebe smiled.  “ Legal Drug Dealer. Yep, that’s what I call myself. I’m slinging pills to pay the bills.”  

“I can dig it.”  

“We met the night before our conference began, in a bar.”  

When Jilian walked into the bar she noticed her right away.  There was a woman at the bar,  drinking her drink telling what appeared to be a funny story that had multiple people’s attention.  All were laughing with her.   She had to be a local. Jili thought.  

She had strings of beads around her neck.  

“What can I get ya?”  the bartender asked.  

She looked at Bebe.  “I want whatever she’s having.”  Bebe was the life of the party.  

“Well I did a little pre-gaming at the drive through daiquiri shop though. 

But mostly Hurricanes.  Get her a Hurricane Sal.”  

The bartender winked at Bebe.  

“Don’t skimp on the good stuff either!”  She yelled out.

Jilian’s eyes widened when the bartender  brought her the drink.

Bebe held up her glass to clink with Jilian’s glass.

“Laissez le bon temps rouler!!!!!”   The crowd screamed in agreement at Bebe’s declaration.

“What?”  

“LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!!!!!”  

Jilian took a long drink of the cocktail.  No wonder.  

“Yep! You like it.  I’m Bebe, what’s your name?”

“Jilian.”  

“I’m gonna call you Jili.  What brings you to NOLA?”  

“Work, a conference.”  

“Bleh you said the “W.” word.  That’s not existing in my life right now.  We’re here, we’re alive, no regrets Jili.  Let your hair down and enjoy yourself.  I mean literally.  That bun is a buzz kill.”  

Jili pulled the pins out of her hair shaking out her locks.  

“So much better!!!! You’re a babe!!!  See they’re already looking at you differently.  We’re not interested though.  Unless they’re buying more drinks.”  

Jili glanced at the guys that were now looking in her direction.  

“You’ve got a lot of bead necklaces going on.”   Jili commented.  

“There are two ways to get beads in NOLA.  Buy them or earn them.”

Jili looked at Bebe and raised her eyebrow with a smile.

“Let me guess, your ass hasn’t spent a dime tonight.”  

Bebe took a long sip of her hurricane.  

“Nope.  Not a single dime.  Including alcohol.  I'll tell you what Jili.  Life’s too short.  I’m not going to regret any of my choices.  I spent a year in Costa Rica, living my life Pura Vida.”

“Pure Life.”  Jilian smiled.  Bebe was a carefree spirit, and people gravitated to her.

“We’re only here for a blink Jili.  How do you want your story to be told?”

She decided to throw caution to the wind and party the night away with Bebe.

Jilian’s alarm went off the next morning.  She was incredibly hung over as she tried to pull herself together.  

She had a random memory of her and Bebe walking down  Bourbon Street singing “Lean on Me”  while they were linked arm and arm.  The drunk leading the more drunk back to the hotel.

She smiled, straightening her black business suit.  She was about to pull her hair up into her signature bun but decided to let her tresses fall free instead.  

As she was getting checked into the convention she slipped her ID badge and program of speakers, herself among the list.  

She heard her laugh.  Jili whipped her head around and saw Bebe at the back of the line with two others.  Bebe was wearing a bright pink business suit, and her shoes and clutch had the print of medications on it.  

“The legal drug dealers have arrived!!!! Big Pharma in da house!!!!!!”  

Jili laughed, shaking her head.  

“That’s how we met Liam.”  

“We found out later we lived near each other, and made plans to meet up.  Been friends ever since.  That was like six years ago.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask us how we met.”  Leo asked.

“I assume you are brothers…. You met… at birth?”

Bebe shook her head at Leo.

Everyone was calm after not to mention the alcohol free flowing.  They headed to  a lounge after dinner, called Blue Notes.  The music there was full of soul and blues.  

The drinks continued. The music there stirred the soul.  

“May I have this dance?”  Jili nodded, taking Liam’s hand.   He held her close.  

Leo eyed Bebe.   “You know, I have always been one to have a huge case of FOMO.  So you and me let’s hit the dance floor too.”  

Bebe downed her drink in one swallow.  “Why the hell not.”  

They walked out to the dance floor.  With Bebe’s high heels Leo was chest level to her.  He pulled her close resting his head on her bosom.

“Um….so we’re doing this… okay…”  Bebe looked surprised but she was smiling.

Liam laughed softly when he glanced in their direction.

“I don’t think that was meant to go there.”  

“The height difference honestly never crossed my mind Jilian.  Things seemed really awkward for them for a bit, for more so Bebe.  Not so awkward now.”  

Bebe and Leo were looking at each other laughing.

“You know this is never going to happen Leo Rys.”  

“A man can dream.  Well….It could happen for the night.  I can tell you’re curious. Let me tickle your fancy tonight.”

Bebe laughed harder at him.  “You don’t give up do you Leo?”

“Nope because I get what I want.”    

“If nothing else Jilian, I think they will at least be friends from this, if nothing romantic happens.”

The next morning Liam was cooking  breakfast when Bebe walked out of Leo’s room. Leo’s sweatpants looked like capris on Bebe.  

“Good Morning Bebe. Would you like some breakfast?”  

“Sure.”

Leo walked out of the room a few minutes later.  

Liam smiled looking at the two of them.  

“Breakfast Leo?”  

“I already ate.”  Leo winked at Bebe.

Bebe choked on her orange juice.  

“Oh you were talking about bacon and eggs, sure.”  

Nope not at all awkward at all.  Liam thought as he fixed plates for himself Leo and Bebe.

Bebe was climbing in her ride share when her phone rang.

“Bebe… Liam just told me you had breakfast with him and Leo… at his apartment.  You spent the night with Leo?”  

“Leo was right, Jili.  Not all of him is fun sized.”

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And that’s...the show.

Man.  Wow.  A Place Further Than the Universe, huh.  This is now my favorite anime I’ve ever watched.  Great pacing, great writing, strong and lovable characters, gorgeous animation...all pulled together into one big warm blanket of feel-good fiction.  This show is so sweet and so sad and so happy at the same time.  It’s rare for a work of fiction to pull tears out of me, and this one did so multiple times.  Especially Megumi’s farewell scene, man, that DESTROYED me.

God, this was good.

It’s a show about four teenagers going to the end of the world and finding themselves.  It’s such a simple premise, but they got so much out of it.  I loved this show.  I think the only bits of it that I didn’t like were when Hinata was trying to flaunt her body for the adults early on and that brief blip where they emphasized that it was the MALE staff who were extra sorry to see the girls go.  Those bits were weird.  The rest of it, though?  Amazing stuff.  Chef’s Kiss dot meme.

The relationship between the four girls is my absolute favorite part of the show.  They come together so quickly as such natural friends that it’s amazing to think that there was a part of the show where they didn’t know one another.  I’d have watched another six episodes of these girls easily.  It’s good that the series ended where it did, of course, it was an excellent narrative choice, but man, this was a fun time.

If I have a complaint about the characters it’s I think that Mari becomes something of a side character once they actually get to Antarctica--she’s important to the group’s cohesion as the point they all rallied around, but she doesn’t really get any focus.  That’s a shame.  The parts that did focus on her were awesome, though.

Well!  That’s that.  Thank you so much for picking this show, Oro.  It’s so good.

Speaking of Oro, now that I’m finished with A Place Further Than the Universe, Oro is continuing to be my patron, but instead of picking one show to jump right into he’s having me watch the first episode of a handful of shows to see how I like them.  Immediately replacing A Place Further in my lineup will be the first episode of Princess Principal, so that will be interesting.

Up next more immediately, though, I’ll be starting the first episode of Kino’s Journey!  That’s the show replacing Amphibia in the patron picks list.  I’ll be starting that in a little bit, so stay tuned for that!

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I may have been one of the earlier Steven Universe liveblogs, but a whole community of livebloggers has sprung up over the last five years!   I linked to a bunch individually for a few wrap-ups, but honestly, this end-slate is already eight billion miles long, so I’m just gonna link to my links page.  Click here if you want recommendations of other livebloggers, or other neat people, or webcomics and podcasts that I recommend.

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Notes: First of all... thank you so much for the support!!

Second, space vocab: starling: young unidentified species ISF: intergalactic safety force

Anyways, take care of yourself <3!

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Warning: flashbacks to abuse, if needed skip past any italicized words, mentions of child labor exploitation (Someone forces Tommy to steal), attempting to drug character, cussing, kidnapping, fear.

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 5:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33147661/chapters/82290709

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Chapter 6: Causing Chaos

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Planet Amari was their next stop. It would take only four hours to get there and usually this would be no problem if they weren’t harboring a human. Let alone the human that had just escaped the Dream Team Ship.

Phil shook his head and focused on the increased security around the boarding docks.

Amair is a planet whose only purpose is to entertain, meaning they already have some of the best security in this part of the galaxy. The added security came directly from the ISF and were now searching suspicious ships.

“Check check, one two.” The microphone turned green, “As your captain it is my duty to warn you about extra security measures. The ISF is boarding ships and checking for abnormalities. Please complete protocol 35.0.” Phil spoke into the mic and waited for everyone’s confirmation.

He got up and started the process of taking maps and blueprints that were not available to the public along with future plans and hid them in a document compartment behind one of his shelves. He then changed his normal illusion monitor and changed it to the default screen.

He stepped out of the cabin and cleaned the surrounding area, while also checking for anything that could be confiscated.

“Tommy. In order to go onto the planet I need you to wear this.”Wilbur confronted.

“No! It looks like one of those serial killer masks!! My face is too beautiful to be hidden.” Tommy scoffed.

“Tommy if you don’t wear it willingly, I will tell Ranboo about-“ Wilbur was cut off by a series of curses and Tommy fiddling the mask around his face. “Good. Put this on too.” Wilbur handed the blonde a bundle of clothes and made his way to the lab. Phil chuckled at the brotherly bond that was already forming.

He made his way down to the lab checking for abnormalities before seeping back to the holding cell. The human was pulling at his clothes while packing things back into the shelf.

“Hello mate! Whatcha doing there?” Phil asked, casually. What he didn’t expect was the human to practically jump out of his clothes in the captain’s presence.

“W-who are you?” Tommy stammered, Phil had completely forgotten he had never introduced himself before.

“Oh! I forgot we haven’t formally met. My name is Captain Philza Mine Craft, but you can call me Phil or Philza, whichever you prefer. I use he/him pronouns and am the legal captain of the SBI Craft.” Phil finished his introduction with an easy confidence, even with the face mask you could easily see the kid’s wonder, “We are currently waiting for a formal check from the ISF.” The human tensed at that, “So if you would please follow me to the common room, so I may hide the holding cell.” The human nodded vigorously.

Once Phil had dropped Tommy off in the common room he made his way to the holding cell. With a few clicks and checks the holding cell made a perfect illusion wall, which molded it into the wall not to be seen by any inspectors or gadgets they may have.

Once he had gotten confirmations from all crew members, he made his way back to the pilot’s cabin. If they were even a minute slower with preparations, security would have deemed the ship suspicious.

They settled the ship at the checkpoint and waited for a security officer to signal them.

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Wilbur’s leg bounced anxiously as he wore his disguise. He had finished briefing Tommy about the plan. They would lie about their origins, Wilbur doing the talking, and would get what they needed and get out.

The only thing anyone was waiting on was the guard.

Almost on queue the door began to open and a young starling stood at the door. He seemed to be genetically engineered and had wires attached to his head and 3D glasses.

“Hello everyone! My name is Jack Manifold, and I will be checking your ship!” The starling chirped, “I hope you have both we have to confiscate, because everyone here seems like lovely people. I have to ask where is your captain?”

“Right here mate.” Philza said, stepping out of the pilot cabin. “I am Captain Philza Mine Craft, of the SBI Craft. Feel free to look around.” Phil said with a hint of impatience. Jack didn’t seem to notice and made his way around the Craft.

Everyone sitting in the common room shared a few nervous glances. The only one who seemed oddly comfortable was Tubbo.. Wilbur took note of the behavior and tried to busy himself with the magazine he was holding...

When did he get a magazine?

He was immersed in an article about room design when Jack returned.

“Everything seems to be in order! The only thing I ask is that everyone introduces themselves.” His tone turned serious as he looked at the crew.

“My name is Technoblade. I am the security officer on this ship and second in command.” Techno said without faltering in tone.

“I am Ranboo. I am Technoblade’s hired assistant and do most chores around the ship.” Ranboo said clearly anxious with the attention on them.

“Tubbo, I am a hired gardener and take care of food supplies and medical ingredients.” There was a coldness to Tubbo’s voice as he finished his introduction.

“Dr. Craft, I am a toxicologist. This is my medical student, Tommy, he doesn’t talk much.” There was a suspicious glint in Jack’s eye as Wilbur continued, “We have been working for this crew for two months, before that we were traveling on our own licensed craft.” Jack accepted the answer and finished checking his notepad off.

“Alright, that will be all then! Welcome to Amari! Once I give this report to my manager, you should be able to enter the atmosphere!” With that the cheery starling left the ship and Phil closed the door before disappearing into the pilots cabin.

To say Wilbur was relieved was an understatement.

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Things were falling into place.

Once they were on the planet all Tubbo would have to do is add the substance to one of Tommy’s drinks and he would be acting out in no time!

But is it worth it?

He pushed the thought out of his head and finished packing the small packet in his bag before getting off the ship with the rest of the crew.

“Before we head to the shopping center, why don’t we stop by Las Nevada’s? I mean it’s Tommy’s first time on Amari after all.” Tubbo said. Las Nevada’s is the most well known restaurant and casino in Amari. It was the perfect place for Tubbo to start his plan.

“I don’t see why not. Just stay in the restaurant bit, we don’t want to draw any more attention to ourselves.” Phil answered.

With that the group walked into one of the best and worst places in the city, though no one knew of the worst bit yet…

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They sat around a booth compartment. It had soft red padding and purple looking palm trees, without the coconuts.

It reminded Tommy of a stereotypical mafia restaurant. Something Tommy never got the privilege of seeing.

It made him very uncomfortable, especially when the waitress gave them drinks in glass cups. He felt like whatever he touched would instantly shatter into a billion pieces.

Techno was taking Ranboo to the bathroom and Phil and Will were talking to a waitress leaving only Tommy and the scary bee boy . alone.

“I told you I was done Miranda!!” A man shouted from a nearby table causing Tommy’s attention to be focused on the couple fighting.

“You had one job. And you failed it boy.” A man slapped his face.

He was in his third foster home again. They had asked him to get at least $50 from people on the subway, he had only managed to score $20, and the man was furious.

“You’re lucky I see potential, otherwise you’d be back in that goddamn group home.” Tommy’s eyes dropped yo the floor, another slap and a hand grabbing his chin to look at the man, “PAY ATTENTION TO ME BOY. I saved you from that hell hole and I can take you back.” The man sneered. Honestly Tommy would rather be there than here.

“Hey!” Wilbur snapped in front of his face, “You with us?” Tommy nodded. The couple was gone and everyone returned. Now Ranboo and Wilbur were sitting next to him and Tubbo was sitting next to Ranboo. Did bee-boy always look so guilty?

After a minute of awkward silence, Phil and Techno started talking, their voices drowned out by the surrounding noise. Wilbur had turned his attention to his menu and Ranboo was writing in his book again.

Tommy reached for his water and Tubbo turned his attention to the human. The mask he was wearing had a flap so he could easily breathe, eat, and drink. He took a sip of water….. was water supposed to be this sweet?

“Why the fuck would someone put sugar in water as a prank?” Tommy mumbled, everyone’s attention was on the human again, “What?” He asked defensively.

“Did you say sugar?” Wilbur asked as if it was the craziest thing he had ever heard.

“Umm… yea?” Tommy said. We’re these people pulling a prank on him? Why was everyone looking at him like that?

“Tommy, can you give me your water?” Wilbur asked, he was genuinely confused by the reactions. After a few seconds he gave his water to Wilbur who immediately took a sip and spit it out.

“What the fuck?!” Tommy asked as Wilbur gave him the water back.

“That is definitely sugar.. Tommy do you feel weird at all?” He asked.

“Erm no?” This was getting stranger and stranger.

“So humans are immune to sugar…” Will said as if it was a scientific breakthrough.

“Yea? Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Well for one, most species go absolutely crazy after eating sugar, for some it could lead to death.” Tubbo informed. He looked even more confused than Tommy felt.

“So like, aliens go psycho when they eat sugar? That’s lame.” Tommy laughed out the last line. Everyone looked at him with concerned glances, “I don’t think I am gonna go psycho after drinking a small bit of sugar water, I mean most people have been eating sugar their entire lives, me being one of ‘em.” Tommy finished and the underlying tension died down. Well except Tubbo’s which felt more like an angry glare meant to affect him in some way.

When the waitress came everyone gave their orders, Wilbur supplying Tommy’s. The rest of the meal was comfortable, with Phil telling stories and the rest supplying jokes and chatter, along with the occasional glare from Tubbo.

To be honest Tommy had never felt so comfortable around anyone before, he wanted so badly to let down his wall around these people. Still there was that annoying voice that told him not to trust them. For once he didn’t listen to it.

I mean what could go wrong?

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The plan failed. Shit.

Tubbo was mad. Not just mad, furious.

The others were having fun with the human, yet again. Tubbo had wandered off, he wanted to destroy everything, and yet he simply walked off without a second glance. He could feel the tears streaming down his face.

“Hello bee-boy!” The human scared the droneling, his ears falling flat against his head.

“I am not in the mood to talk.” Tubbo sniffed.

“Oh..” The human’s tone dropped, it was almost as if it was hurt by Tubbo’s words. “That’s alright big-man! We don’t have to talk.” The human settled with that response, with that the pair walked through the busy street in silence. Tubbo tried to throw the human off his trail but gave up after a few minutes.

After fifteen minutes of them wandering around Tubbo spotted a shop and made his way over to the electronic shop. The human followed him into the small store.

It was a small shop with tight isles and jazz music filling the silence. At the register a tall creeper hybrid fiddled with a redstone contraption. Tubbo paid no mind to him and turned his attention to some of the smaller devices scattered throughout the shop. The human shifted nervously behind him.

Once Tubbo found what he was looking for he took it over to the register. Another man stood behind it along with the original one. His eyes shifted to Tommy.

“Are you sure that’s him?” The original man asked, his name tag reading Sam.

“Yes, positive. Dream will be happy with this.” The other man replied, he stretched one of his fingerless black gloves and turned towards the pair. “Hi. I am assuming you have my boss’s patient?” The black hair man asked. He was a blazeling and had a cruel glint to his eye.

Without warning another man came up behind them and slapped a cloth over both of their faces. Within seconds the pair was out and everything went black.

He woke up in a cage.

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Chapter 6- End

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Notes: The next bit will be hard to write ;-; but then we get to the fluffy-angst :D

Also this was harder to write... motivation went poof, but I won’t quit on you!!

<3

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Tubbo: *tries to cause chaos—fails

Tubbo: *wanders into a random shop—causes chaos

Tubbo: .-. Wtf

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Chapter 7: