#save me ponytail Sebastian save me

[n0va25]

Hogwarts Legacy - Pirates 🏴‍☠️

May I present a pirate AU that started because of mer-May. I might do more with this if I have enough motivation to, but for now enjoy 😏💚

Sebastian has set sail, in search of a ancient relic that is said to cure any ailment. Desperate to find it to cure his sister, who suffers from a mysterious illness which cannot be cured.

Plus an extra one with that Will Turner type facial hair 🫠

Claire is a resident of the ocean, a beautiful mermaid. She has vast knowledge of the depths and may be able to help Sebastian find what he is looking for.

Ominis is part of the prestigious Gaunt family, the ones who have provided Sebastian with a ship and crew at Ominis’ request. Ominis has decided to accompany Sebastian, to keep him out of trouble as well as support him.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | twenty five

You’re the king baby, I’m your queen. *Noah’s POV* “So where are you taking me?” I looked over at Ellie and just smirked, not daring to tell her where we were going. I kept my eyes on her for a little longer than I expected, I couldn’t help myself. She had her hair in a sleeked back ponytail, black ripped skinny jeans, white tank top and her signature checkered vans. The past 24 hours with her have been absolute heaven. My home has been such a safe space for me and having her in it made it feel complete finally. She was so patient and understanding with me last night and I felt like a huge weight had been lifted. Sex with her felt like a drug I wanted to use for the rest of my life. Between last night, this morning and fucking her quickly in the shower before we left the house, I still couldn’t get enough of her right now.

“I’m not telling you.” I replied as I backed out of my driveway and headed down the street. She crossed her arms and I could feel her eyes on me. “Great, I’m gonna end up on the news. Newsflash, Canadian women missing in the Hollywood Hills.” I was having a hard time holding my laughter back at how dramatic she was being, “do you really think I’m taking you somewhere to murder you?” “I don’t know, Noah Sebastian…are you?” She sarcastically replied. “Ok fine, I’ll ruin the surprise. I wanted to order from my favourite sushi place, and take you to my favourite spot in the city to have a little picnic. I figured since most of our time has been taken up with my shows, we deserved another quiet night together before you leave.” 

She leaned over the console and kissed my cheek, almost making me run through a red light.“That sounds great. I’m sorry for accusing you of murder.” “I am capable of it but I’ll save it for another day.” I winked. She just rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand as she looked out the window. I felt my heart skip a beat over how happy I was feeling right now. The windows were down, music was playing, and the sun was shining, making Ellie’s dark hair shine. I don’t think it could get better than this.

We left the restaurant with enough sushi to feed an army and headed over to White Point beach. This place was so special to me for so many reasons. I got a lot of my writing for the death of peace of mind done here and it was just my escape from the pandemic. It was the one place I actually felt my nervous system calm down. I’ve tried chasing that feeling elsewhere and honestly, I never found it until I met Ellie. “Wow…Noah.” Ellie paused, putting her hand over her mouth as she admired the view in front of her. I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be since she was also surrounded by beaches and mountains at home but she still looked awestruck. The beach had a hill that towered over everything, giving you the perfect view of the ocean and an even better view of the sunset. “This is my hiding spot.” I replied turning off the car and locking my fingers with Ellie’s. “I’ve never shown anyone this spot. This place has given me more peace than therapy ever has. I just wanted to show you it cause … well because you give me the feeling this place does.” “Noah…” She whispered as tears filled her eyes. She took her seatbelt off and grabbed me by the back of my neck, guiding me to kiss her. I pressed my mouth to hers, wrapping my hand around her throat the longer we kissed. The kisses were so soft and gentle, giving me time to taste the strawberry flavour from Ellie’s lip gloss. We pulled away and she smiled so sweetly at me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I just sighed deeply, this girl was something else.

I came prepared and grabbed blankets, a cooler and hoodies out of the trunk before we headed over to the beach. Ellie raised her eyebrows at me as I walked past her and found my normal spot was free. I laid the blanket down, Ellie put our food down and sat beside me. I pulled out two white claws, giving one to her as we dove into our food. “Who knew you were such a romantic.” Ellie smiled before taking a bite of her sushi. “This is better than any expensive restaurant.” “Good, I’m glad.” I replied, not taking my eyes off her. “That’s one of the biggest reasons why I love you.” She face flushed a little as she met my gaze, “what do you mean?” “I guess what I’m trying to say is that, you’re probably the first woman I’ve ever won over by being myself. You don’t have unrealistic expectations because of who I am, so I never felt like I needed to hide behind a mask.” I stuttered a little near the end, I was trying to tread lightly and not offend her by any means. “Noah, I fell for you because of your heart, and who are you are as a person off stage. Your band, your success, any money you make from all this comes secondary. Sure I met you because of your band but in another life if I just met you on the street and didn’t know who you were, I’d still be here ridiculously in love with you.” “Ridiculously huh?” I joked, nudging her arm. She smiled at me as I got closer to her, caressing her cheek and kissing her again. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to be all over her right now. Not even in a sexual way, just affectionally. My heart felt like it was going to burst because of her. “I love you Ellie.” “I love you more.” After we finished our food, we got cozy and watched the sunset together. The sky was so beautiful and reminded me of cotton candy with the shades of pink and blue. Ellie was nuzzled against my chest, listening to the sounds of seagulls in the distance along with the sound of each other’s heartbeats. I didn’t want this night to be over. The sun began to disappear and the sky glowed a dark blue, all I could see was Ellie’s bright eyes piercing through the darkness. As we got to the car, my phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out, it was Jolly. “Hey man, we’re thinking of hitting up the pier in 30. Last night for Matt, both Nicks and Bryan in town. You two want to come?” “Hey Ellie do you want to head to the pier?” She just nods, polishing off her white claw before getting into the car. I pouted a little bit hoping she’d just want to go home, but this could be fun as well. I should also be thankful my friends love her as much as I do and want to include her in things. Before I got in the car I went to text Jolly back but I opened my conversation to Nick, taking a deep breath before I started typing. “I wanna marry this girl.”

[cassecorrea]

I’ve seen a lot of people do these and I wanted to get in on the action even though it’s super late

Thoughts on The Little Mermaid (2023)

Likes:

- I will forever preach about how my favorite scene is the one after KTG when they sneak back in!!! Soaking wet!! Giggling!! Quiet!! Late at night!!! I love it!!

- after reading about this I’m actually VERY glad they went with short dresses for Ariel — good costume design choice!! A big ballgown would hide the very fact that she’s human now!

- the Caribbean 👏🏼 calypso music 👏🏼 need I say more?

- how Eric finds out her name ☺️ written in the stars ☺️

- the opening quote! The fact that she doesn’t shed a tear until the end!

- the fact that the ending focuses on their new adventures together in the future

- part of your world reprise 2!! It should’ve been longer!!

- the jade mermaid figurine 🥹 (btw I want one please someone make a replica… that I can afford LOL)

- back to costumes, I love her blue dress!! (Tho Lashana(?) had her animated dress’ color palette so like… it was right there XD) but I also loved her pink dress!! And the ponytail!! She needed more hairstyles 😭

- I LOVE the fact that the mermaids are covered in scale patterns, that they don’t have skin at all but shimmering scales all over

- the fact that king Triton just SPAWNS???? From fish???? With the fish cape???? Now what was that about — also, how old are all the sisters if he’s been ruling for centuries??? Questions questions

- I love how Ariel and Eric meet on the beach in the OG but as a variant I did also like that a fisherman finds her (also I love how we see her struggling to swim to shore) this movie also made me realize how impossible that hair flip scene is since she’s standing on nothing and her hair would be behind her but it’s pretty so who cares

- Awkwafina my girl was the perfect scuttle

- scuttlebutt was so unnecessary but it’s low-key a bop so I’m not complaining (though Ariel and Eric SHOULDVE HAD A DUET ok bye) wait why isn’t there a single pop version of a song from the soundtrack like with every other film? Demi lovato singing let it go, Christina Aguilera reflection, zayn a whole new world, John legend and Ariana beauty and the beast, like BRO we needed one for under the sea!! Or part of your world!! Or kiss the girl! Ugh missed opportunity

- her hair on land TwT is so pretty TwT the shades of gold and red and orange ahhhh (maybe could’ve done with a few more red strands but it was still gorgeous) plus the shells in her hair!! She needed more!!

- I’m all over the place but the library scene !!! Ariel’s curiosity!! Ariel always disappearing LMAO someone needs to nail that girls fins to the floor is right

- love that they took out the writing plothole

- Jodi!! With the fork!!

- Grimsby being the ultimate shipper

- yo Vanessa’s actress?? For having so little screen time she BODIED that role

- Halle’s voice duh

- for the first time was such a needed song, love the cinematography especially in her room (her eating the soap!!! Lmao)

- go back home to daddy, and nEVER. LEAVE. AGAIN.

- Ursula looking all zombie and kaiju-esque?? Definitely to hide weird cgi but it looked so creepy and cool

- Eric struggling back to shore at the end and immediately calling to search for Ariel as he stumbles from exhaustion

- Ariel diving for the trident instead of Eric!!

- scuttle and Sebastian were a hilarious duo lmao

- Ariel’s mermaid design (but the early screen test footage version looked so pretty too… more thoughts in the dislike section about this)

- Ariel saving Max!!

- the whole market sequence tbh

- Ariel’s bones cracking when she transformed back into a mermaid!! But I’m so mad we never once got to see a full transformation scene lmao more about that later

- Ariel just putting everything in her mouth 🌷

- the grander orchestral soundtracks in each song

- Ariel’s grotto is bigger

- ariel killing Ursula (it’s her villain!!!) and having to drag herself across the deck (eric saved her with the harpoons so stop complaining)

- Ariel finding the telescope

- the shot of ariel swimming to the surface with her reflection on top with the fireworks!!!

- Ariel forgetting about the kiss

- Ariel singing along to under the sea!!! To show that she doesn’t absolutely hate her home!!! She just wants more!!! And the way she sings music is to me specifically !!! And the fact that she sings more period! I always thought she should’ve sang a lot more than twice in the original version for being known for her voice

- Ariel saving/healing Eric quicker with her siren song???

- the fact that one of my fave Disney ships is now getting all the love they always deserved ☺️

Dislikes:

- her sisters do more than the og but they still need to be shown more… and have lines lol. I read the companion novels for this version and they’re so prominent and have cool abilities and cultures and kingdoms but !! They don’t show any of that in the movie !! Like why add lore if you’re not going to show it… also I like the fact that in the companion novels they rule over fictional seas and their world map is different from ours, but then in the film they just mention real world locations like… pick one

- okay I gotta talk about it 😔 Ariel’s ocean transformation dress. Not to mention that whole scene. It’s one of my favorites in the original and they just… scrapped it. I was looking forward to them actually showing Ariel’s transformation back into a human at the end because I thought the original should’ve included it too (hello I love a good Barbie transformation scene) but they still didn’t show it… AND they didn’t even show the gold magic going to her tail OR her reaction!!! Like BRO WHAT???? And the fact that they took out her magical dress???? And just put her back in RAGS like they put my poor girl in a torn up smelly dress and for what 😭 not to mention the fact that they imply she had to swim naked, find the rags dress, and climb up all those stairs AHEM YEAH THEY ALSO TOOK OUT THE RISING FROM THE WATER SCENE LIKE BRO also if they didn’t want to include the ocean dress (mistake but ok, they could’ve had her scales transform into a dress but ok) they could’ve at least fixed up her blue dress… added some shimmer or shells and coral idk man

- yeah she needed at least one more day outfit… my girl wore the same dress for three days in a row… and one of those days it fell in a lake…

- the fact that every transformation scene was either dark and hidden or not shown at all (come on budget??)

- the screen test version where Ariel had more upper body and arm scales… was better. She just looked so empty compared to her sisters it was a weird choice they made to make her top look more like an actual bandeau bra with a harsh cut off and everything

- yes Ariel and Eric needed a duet

- where was the ensemble?? The choir??? Both in under the sea and kiss the girl??? Under the sea should’ve had a lot more people singing as the song went on especially since he’s talking about instruments and animals (that don’t even get shown???) but instead it sounds so empty since he’s singing by himself until Halle joins and a tiny quiet ensemble — and in kiss the girl it was such a BAD choice to have it just be scuttle Sebastian and flounder I’m sorry but it ruined the sultry smooth jazz calypso vibe of that beautiful song 😭 flounder’s vocals threw me so far out of it lmao they could’ve started the song singing it but the ensemble should’ve come in!!! Where were the harmonies!!! Anyway the broadway version is my fave listen to that instead

- the lyric changes were so unnecessary… Ursula’s a villain, duh she’s gonna spout some shady misogynistic advice… plus that was my fave part of the song 😭 also the whole ���use your words boy” line was unnecessary… because when he leans into kiss her multiple times he doesn’t even ask………… like they missed the point there (also why was he already so willing to kiss her, he should’ve been super reluctant 😭)

- they took out les poissons which, fine, I guess but we’re not even gonna have a kitchen scene in any way?? Also Ariel got over the whole food for slaughter thing real quick but I’m glad they brought it up at all

- they could’ve had Sebastian rap at the ending bridge of under the sea (as an alternative to scuttlebutt)

- where was the finale song !!! With all the merpeople and humans singing together!!! At least have Ariel sing the deleted clip of it !!! Now we can walk now we can run… ugh we needed it

- loved the ending… but that final shot was a bit wonky?

- where was the cruise ship????? If we’re not gonna see the wedding on the ship (missing triton’s water spout and rainbow) fine but not even the engagement cruise?? Hello budget??? We didn’t even get to see Ariel swimming her butt off to get to Vanessa?? But we got her tackling her instead 😭😭 odd choice

- I’m sorry but the visuals were not giving on wild uncharted waters, at least in the first half… like show something!! Show him on the beach at least!! At Ariel’s rock??? Show flashbacks?? Idk something??

- the fact that Sebastian is no longer the court composer 😔 and he’s not dignified anymore he’s just an abused wannabe advisor who is harassed like whaaaaat he’s supposed to be one of her father figuresssss,,, also the fact that he’s so miffed and takes things into his own hands during KTG is because he’s a composer, it’s why he mentions bands and instruments in under the sea!!

- I was afraid of this when the casting announcement was first made but I was looking for some more expressive… expressions from Halle :( mainly in the poor unfortunate souls scene and when she has no voice, like she does a great job but I do think she needed to be more expressive in some parts

- why does Ariel call him father?? And not daddy?? Small nitpick but it seemed a lot colder/distant when she called him father lol like it threw me out of it in the goodbye scene

- the whole concert scene was gone lmao not to mention that we barely even see other merpeople or their culture, we literally just see the sisters in an otherwise empty sea until the ending

- no lyrics to Vanessa’s song :( but it was sung beautifully. Oh also it made no sense that Vanessa’s melody started singing before she even put the necklace on?? Like wha?? Why would Ariel’s melody change on its own? Also why did Vanessa not talk in Ariel’s voice? That girl had three voices come out of her XD I guess they wanted the actress to be able to talk??

- also I wish Vanessa were black too since she was supposed to look so similar to Ariel and be mistaken for her (Halle could’ve played her, or even Chloe!) but the actress did a great job so it’s fine

- I’m sorry but Eric should’ve been Hispanic imo… :( they made sure it takes place in the Caribbean but still had a white Eric? Who was adopted? Idk man I wanted a Latino prince :/ also wasn’t a fan of the way they styled his hair or stubble because he looks much better in other things he’s been in

- Eric had only one outfit, even for his wedding XD, and what was up with that weird blue vest

- the shot of Ariel in the sun was too blurry and dark :( didn’t give off the same vibes as the og

- the sky in the part of your world reprise is so pale, they could’ve upped the saturation behind her :( the shot didn’t give the same oomph

- Ariel creeping up the rock… why

- the weird shot in part of your world where her hand is through the hole but it cuts to her being on the rock at the bottom? Made no sense lol also they could’ve upped the saturation of her hair underwater the way it looks in the sunlight since it’s all cgi

- they couldn’t even give my girl an actual high quality mermaid tail to base the cgi off of?? H2O had a much smaller budget but had actual detailed tails 😭

- for the first time was great but melody wise it didn’t seem to fit the rest of the soundtrack? It was much more broadway-ie

- why didn’t the eels talk? Why did Ursula not even talk to them? Ariel killing them literally is what gets her mad and go kraken on her but… they barely had a relationship in this one

- ^ like why did Ursula say the word pathetic out loud? To no one? How was that not an immediate turn off for Ariel? Plus the skulls??

- where was Eric’s flute? Playing Ariel’s melody? And Vanessa walking across the beach all majestic like?

- I’m sorry but the queen was so unnecessary… I get what they were going for with the Triton parallels but they could’ve done that with Grimsby in the beginning or his court or whatever, why give a mom who’s barely in the film then immediately changes her mind in the very end without us seeing it?

- Carlotta 😭 poor girl was written out!!! Lashana was obviously supposed to be her so why change her name?

- I do kinda wish they made the three days longer (give her a week?) but I get why they didn’t, that’s just a personal thing

- some of the underwater scenes were shot at an angle that were unflattering to Halle which pissed me off because she looks stunning in every other part of the movie

- why did Eric’s castle look like a gray European fortress 😭 where were the red tiled roofs and the canals

- Atlantica went from a glowing golden magical city-palace to an underground rocky coral cave… couldn’t we have done a mix?

- flounder was so unnecessary he was barely in the movie in favor for the scuttle/Sebastian dynamic

- max was barely in the movie :(

All in all I HOPE they make a sequel (but please don’t base it off of the terrible animated one lmao please no kids) and give Ariel and Eric a duet, give Eric a tail!!! Make him explore her world too!!! And actually address the fact that Ursula killed the queen like the companion novels state… also please include a full transformation scene lol also why does no one make a version where she can switch between worlds freely, it’s okay I’ll write that into my own version

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

My ideal female character types:

It’s the Month of Love, so I decided to just ramble and gush about the types of men and women I am attracted to in fiction. Ladies first:

The morally complicated badass lady. (From left to right: Juli Kidman from The Evil Within, and Naomi Kimishima form Trauma Center, Second Opinion)

Juli is a more recent example as I completed both TEW1 and TEW2 and to me, she’s the best blueprint for a morally complex character. Not to mention that she is attractive without having her design be trying way too hard to cause a boner like the typical bland skimpy bikini “outfit” with little to no substance. Plus she has a similar look to Helena Harper, and I already find Helena attractive, so seeing Juli only made it better. Also, the hair is magnificent. That aside, Juli working for MOBIUS and reluctantly doing their dirty work as well as being the MVP in TEW2 as much as that game gave me mixed feelings and saving Sebastian and Lily. Girl single-handedly saved a dad and his daughter all while taking out a corrupt organization like MOBIUS, how can you not love her?

Naomi Kimishima is also hella attractive. Whenever her levels popped up when I watched a playlist of someone’s Trauma Center playthrough, I would be excited because I loved her levels, her levels were my absolute favorite to play and because I love her design and her voice, like wow. Not to mention that she is one of the best doctors in the series. Not to mention that she briefly worked for the company that was guilty of spreading around the viral infection GUILT so that she could research the virus and get information on it. She even owns up to it and confesses it to Derek Stiles the other main character. She also gets bonus points because of the silver white hair and blue eyes. 👌🏽

Physically strong women with iconic weapons. (Left to right, Nariko from Heavenly Sword in fact she is my favorite female hero of all time hence my banner and Samus from Metroid)

Samus is a funny one because the only Metroid game I played was Prime on the Wii and that was it. I only know her because of Super Smash Bros. It was Brawl that revealed that Samus wasn’t a dude, it was a woman. And the way she looked in Smash Bros 4 and Ultimate? Best design. I also love how fit she looks. Fit and muscular women are so underrated it kind of makes me want to draw and write about more muscular woman. I can’t say too much about Samus since I only played Prime and did not finish it and I only played the Smash Bros games she appeared in, so that’s where this paragraph is gonna end.

Now Nariko, she is the best video game woman from the 2000’s. Not only is her design attractive in my opinion, but her personality and her strength are also attractive. The main focus was always on her strength. There were no gratuitous camera angles nor were there scenes that sexualized her, it just showed her personality through her dialogue and how fun the gameplay was. I love her determination, her protective and big sister-like nature towards Kai, and I love how selfless she is. Female characters like Nariko are now rare these days, which is sad because Nariko is a good example of what a strong female character can be.

I also just now realized that they both sport long ponytails, so that is a bonus point they both get.

The Ambitious Female Rival (I only came across this one that I liked which was Klara from Pokemon Sword and Shield because she is a toxic cutie):

When she was first revealed, I liked the fact that despite her cute demeanor, she was poison type and the fact that she was a DLC rival. By the way, GameFreak sucks for having her be a DLC rival instead of being in the main game! *ahem* Anyways, when I saw her design, I was like, “ooh, okay, I like it.”

When I saw her in the station with the Galarian Slowbro, I was like, “Okay, I like it even more…”

Then I get the DLC for Sword (because she’s in Sword), and she proceeds to be an arrogant, toxic, and ambitious rival who also tried to bribe me with better fashion picks for both the boutiques and salon. “I love you, you toxic and cute brat.”

I’m not kidding. That’s basically how I felt towards her. And then when she mellowed out, I was like, “Oh my god, can she get any cuter?” I’m glad that her toxic traits were slightly kept in after she redeemed herself and became a Poison type gym leader and I’m actually tempted to write content of her over on my A03 since I don’t see much content of her there that I like. She also doesn’t have a voice apparently, so I’m gonna make some voice claim suggestions in the future, but for now, in Sword, I like her. Her and Avery are WAY better rivals than Bede, like seriously, Bede can just retire as a fairy gym leader already, I just wanted him off my screen very quickly whenever I saw him.

And finally, the dominant and/or independent. AKA, Dominatrix vibes. (Left to Right: Bayonetta from… well, Bayonetta and Emma Frost from the X-Men comic series)

Bayonetta may cry not be a game I haven’t played yet, but either way, from what I have witnessed from her appearance in Super Smash Bros 4 and Ultimate, she does give me those vibes that she is dominant and independent, plus I love her sass in her taunts. The taunt feature is honestly made for her. And of course from clips I’ve seen of her (for research purposes) she can also be a troll towards this Luka guy who tries to make a move on her but it fails spectacularly on him. I also love her “if you want to learn how to talk to a lady, ask your mum” quote. That taunt alone tells you all about the type of character she is. Not to mention that she like the other women on here has a sexy design that doesn’t try extremely hard to turn the male audience on (because not every guy wants to see the one millionth skimpy bikini design on a female character).

Last is Emma Frost. I don’t read comics I only ever watched the shows and movies about comic book characters and I watch some of the information about said comic book characters on YouTube to learn more about them. With that in mind, Emma Frost is another recent lady I fell for and it’s because it’s both her design and character. Once again, a morally grey character that sometimes leans to the side of good, and she has cool powers and is intelligent. And as we all know, intelligence is attractive. I mean, she is a teacher after all. She is also protective of her students too, so that is another point from her. I really want Emma Frost to have her own movie, but then again, I know Hollywood is just gonna screw it up with cheap and ugly CGI for her diamond form and write her character so far off that they make her unlikable, which is a common mistake made with morally grey characters like Emma. So for now, in the movies and in the comics, she is great. Side note, I think Emma would look better with a platinum blonde hair color than the yellow-y blonde hair color, but that is a minor nitpick.

I know that the majority of these have been from video games so it’s weird to end it on a comic book character, but… 🤷🏽‍♀️

In general I’m attracted to feminine women. Feminine women are very attractive to me and I am also feminine. Hence why all of these women are femme than masculine, which there’s nothing wrong with masculine women, obviously, I’m just more attracted to the feminine girly ones.

The next one is gonna be about the guys + more women because there have been female crushes that also fell into the same category as those men.

[erineverly]

“What’s there not to like about diapers? What did your mom use to keep your butt warm all those centuries ago, hm? Rags?” Pursing her lips together to keep from grinning at how silly this banter is, it might be slightly annoying but she’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t enjoying it. “Hey, ouch! That’s not fair, not fair at all! I was examining my wounds and you hurt me again. Wah! Wah! Wahhh!” she wails dramatically, balling her hands into fists and rubbing at her dry eyes. “ERNO! Erno and Ass-el,” Sebastian snickers, clapping his hands as giggles continue to spill out of lips. He eventually falls for his mother’s act and pouts, curling small arms around her head and patting her hair. “Das ‘nuff, dada,” he insists, frowning as he gently pushes his father’s hands away. What the small redhead doesn’t notice is the triumphant grin that Erin discreetly offers Axl. “That’s ‘cause mommy’s smart,” the brunette argues, wrapping her slender arms around her son and kissing both his cheeks, a thank you for saving her or rather for being innocent enough to fall for her act. “Wee!” Sebastian squeals, an immeasurable amount of happiness washing over him when he gets thrown into the air. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, more laughter, more squeals erupting from his chest, and then his fingertips are finally touching the ceiling. “I touched the sky! I did it, mommy!” The boy brags, earning a round of applause from his mother. He hugs his father’s neck and kisses his face, emerald eyes twinkling. “Tank you, daddy!” For helping him make this small dream come true. “But how — How do we build ‘em?” He questions, stunned to hear that he can make his own slides, kind of missing the point and wondering how long it takes to build a real waterpark. “Can — Umm…” He pauses just to catch his breath, still pretty much beaming and clinging to his dad, letting him carry him wherever he pleases, “Can Melmo swim?” His expression changing into that of contemplation, brows inching closer together even as he’s getting on all fours and diving underneath the table to retrieve his favorite toy. “An’ jammies! We gotta get my jammies, too!”

Once Axl and Sebastian are out of sight and all that can be heard are muffled giggles and voices, Erin gets out of bed and trails to the bathroom. She easily falls into her usual routine, relieved that for once she won’t have to chase her son around the condo when she’s done setting everything up. Firstly, she pulls back her unruly hair into a straggly ponytail, ties it off with a pink scrunchie, and rolls up her sleeves, almost as if she was going into battle. She bends over the tub, drops the plug into the drain and mounts a whale-shaped spout cover onto the faucet, before turning the water on. She dips her hand under the stream to make sure that it’s not too warm and not too cold. Then, she picks up the bubble machine and pours a mixture of shower gel and water into it before reassembling the container and fixing it on the wall just above the ledge of the tub so that the on/off button is within Sebastian’s reach. She adds a few drops of the same shower gel into the tub and swirls her hand under the surface to create a nice, thick layer of foam. She pulls out the plastic container that holds most of her son’s bath toys from underneath the sink and dumps a few colorful rubber ducks into the water, a ferry boat and some dinosaurs follow right after. She also sets a bucket of washable and dissolvable paints and crayons on the ledge and presses a few glow in the dark stickers into the side of the tub. She grabs a bunch of bath bombs, still wrapped in plastic, and lays them out on the closed toilet lid for him to pick from.

“What do you like about diapers, huh?” The redhead smirks, putting it back to her. “Ha ha, you big baby.” He pinches her side again when she lifts up her shirt. “Get off Erno.” Grumbling as he cheeks get smushed all around, reaching out to do hers the same way. “Uh huh, mommy’s always got somethin’ to say.” Axl laughs at the way she always has some type of comeback, today it’s how she’s an angel and angels smell like summer mornings and rain and all this stuff. Even funnier when Sebastian mirrors the word butt. “Oookay, up up and away.” Axl grabs him under his arms, tossing him up in the air and then catching him. Standing up with him, he lifts him up so he can touch the ceiling. “What do you mean? We make our own slides!” Meaning, imagination. They have to pretend they’re there when Axl will just slide him off the back of the tub. “I’d love to see the bubble machine, Sebastian. And okay, lets go get Melmo. He’ll sit out on the patio at the water park.” Since his fur can’t get wet or he won’t sing anymore. Axl looks to Erin with a smirk as she winks at him then carries Sebastian out of the room, taking him to the kitchen and sitting him down so he can get Elmo.

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scrubs -  6.

PAIRING: doctor!sebastian stan x biomedical scientist!reader

WARNINGS: fluff

A/N: i promised myself i’d finish this mini series so i hope you have fun with it xx

< previous chapter

Y/N stayed in his office for a long time swinging her feet around until she grew tired; she had better things to do and she had a team to deal. She held herself up as she placed both her feet on the ground, the numb pain still present in her ankle but not too deep to stop her from walking. She collected herself, pushing her hair back into her signature ponytail before exiting his office. She knew people were looking at her and gossiping and while she couldn’t particularly say she was thrilled about it, she could walk knowing they all envied her more than they wanted to admit. After all, she had rather easily ended up in the bed of one of the most eligible bachelors in the whole hospital. Sure, that didn’t make her feel any better about him running his mouth about it, specially the fact he denied it. 

She decided to take it all out of her bed, entering the lift and trying to get in the mood to even do the huddle. She knew what awaited her when the new team came in and while she was glad for her job, for all of it, she couldn’t particularly say today was one of the good days. She stood by the main desk, board in hand as she looked at the afternoon’s distribution of samples. It didn’t go unnoticed, the little whispers, the gazes some new starters would throw at her. She was officially the laboratory staff who’d slept with a doctor. The things everyone jokes about. 

      - Alright, good afternoon everyone. - she made her voice louder, leaning on her hand as she looked through her own notes. - Not a bunch of urgent samples today so it’s gonna be a laid back shift. No current changes to SOPs or big mistakes except for trainees portfolios being left around without their names. If you don’t put it in your file please name it so we can file it accordingly. Other than that, I’d like to particularly congratulate this team for the superb job last week. The laboratory manager was really happy and so was upper management. 

She laid down her notebook which she shared with fellow supervisors, more whispers about her and Dr. Stan’s little one night stand. She closed her eyes, sighing before turning back to the new coming team of about 20 people.

      - And if you want to speak about what happened between me and Dr. Stan I would love it if you saved it for after shift, okay? This is not Sex and the City. 

The team dispersed leaving Y/N to sit at her desk looking through stock records and tracking some samples to send over to reporting or to report herself to the Doctors and Nurses upstairs. She was upset, upset at her own decisions and upset at Sebastian. Her day just couldn’t get any worse.

      - Hey ... - Miriam rolled her chair near hers. - I have some good news. 

      - Are you not getting married?

      - Just because your goal is to be Miranda Hobbs doesn’t mean mine is. But I do know that Dr. Stan did not tell on you to the whole hospital.

      - That’s not gonna make me feel better.

      - My fiance did. 

      - Why did he knew? Miriam! 

      - He’s my future husband, everything you tell me I tell him and you know that. He just ... told a new starter and you know how they are. I’m sorry. 

      - Damn it. - she sighed, looking down and up again. - I don’t want to apologise to him. Talking to him is like talking to a toddler.

     - Who said anything about talking? - she smirked, before moving closer to her with a little naughty smile. - You can always blow him sorry. 

     - Stay here, I’ll be back in a bit.

     - What? No!  - she ran after Y/N, throwing her lab coat somewhere in the laboratory.

This didn’t particularly meant she was happy with Sebastian, but when she’s wrong then she says she’s wrong. She quickly made her way upstairs, thinking about how to apologise to him. Maybe she should just write sorry on his coffee cup and call it a day, or maybe she could let him sleep or get his urgent samples sorted out. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to make a huge overbearing speech. All she wanted was to find him and get it over and done with. Luckily, or unluckily, for her she found the bachelor doctor elbow resting on the counter chatting to a nurse. 

     - Urgh, I shouldn’t even have to apologise. - she motioned towards him but Miriam only smirked. - What?

     - You’re jealous. 

     - I’m not jealous.

     - You’re jealous that nurse is talking to your man. 

     - He’s not my man. - she pointed at Miriam like an upset little kid. 

     - Fine, you’re his woman. 

     - I’m ... You know what, I’m not even gonna say anything. I’m just gonna go there and apologise.

     - Okay. - Miriam rose her hands in a defensive manner. 

Y/N fixed her collar, moving up to him but her pace slowed down. Who did he think he was? Sleeping with the whole staff and then not even ... denying it. An idea popped up in her mind as she tapped him on the shoulder. He excused himself from his conversation, turning to face her and before he could even say hi, she was pulling him on the nape of the neck to kiss him rather hotly for a hospital setting. She pushed back and cleaned the corner of her lip with her thumb before smiling sweetly at him and turning away. He remained speechless, eye slightly twitching as his mind tried to figure out or wrap itself around what had happened. 

He immediately followed her down the hall, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into one of the quarters where he and other night staff would usually take a quick nap. He locked the door behind him, looking at the woman who loved to make his life ... and other things ... harder. 

     - What the fuck? 

     - I was bored. - she smiled sarcastically at him. - I hope you don’t mind. 

     - You little ... 

     - I know it wasn’t you who told everyone about what we did. - she interrupted him. 

     - Is that your way of apologising? - he cocked his head to the side. 

     - Consider it whatever you want it. 

     - Oh, no, I have a way of you apologising to me. - he pointed her finger at her, getting closer and closer until she could smell his cologne. - Lay down in bed, princess. 

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[eveningstar1516]

Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 8

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

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His brothers would always know whenever he went to see her as he’d always come back with a content smile on his face. Deep down, he wished that Y/N could’ve met Cynthia. They would have made great friends as they were the only 2 people who could make him smile like this. Mammon may not have been able to save Y/N, but he swore that he would protect Cynthia, no matter the cost.

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CHAPTER 8 - The Great Pancake Debate (2261 words)

It’s been almost 6 months since you arrived in the Celestial Realm. Needless to say, you are quite certain that these last 6 months have been the craziest and stressful months of your life! When you told Simeon and Luke about you staying here, to say they were ecstatic would be an understatement. Luke jumped for joy and wouldn’t stop rambling about all the fun you were going to have. When you told them about God appointing them to help teach you about the Realm, Luke practically did a double take and it took an hour to calm him. Now you have Simeon teaching you about politics and Luke about how to use your wings and powers. On your second day there, Michael woke you up, or well came to get you as you didn’t get any sleep. Turns out, while the Devildom is constant at night, the Celestial realm is constant day and thanks to the floor to ceiling windows, there was no way for you to stop sunlight from coming in. You were introduced to the council at breakfast. Note to self, the brothers breakfasts are QUIET AND PEACEFUL compared to Archangels off duty. The first thing you saw were 2 angels passionately arguing over which pancake topping was the best, strawberries or blueberries. At some point a third angel cut in claiming chocolate chips were the best and all heaven (would you replace hell with heaven here? idk) broke loose. As for me, I just started chuckling in disbelief while making my way over to pick up a pancake of my own when the angel arguing on behalf of the strawberries saw you.

“Hey kid, what topping do you prefer, strawberries, blueberries, or chocolate chips? It’s strawberries right?”

“Actually, I prefer them plain with maple syrup. Although if Satan was the one making it, I’d go for the one with poison berries. Contrary to their name, they’re not actually poisonous and quite sweet.” All the angels present looked at me with a mix of shock and disbelief, save for Michael who just sat there eating his breakfast hoping to leave soon and get to work.

“Kid, did you say Satan?” The angel arguing on behalf of blueberries asked. “Yeah… Blond hair, teal eyes, Avatar of Wrath, Luci’s son? Ring a bell?” Turning to Michael, blueberry angel asked,

“Micheal, who are they and why are they wearing Lucifer’s old get up?” “This is Y/N. They will be staying here and taking Samael’s spot on the council until their agreement with Father ends and they return to the Devildom. Father has asked us to teach them about how our Realm operates and how to successfully fulfill Samael’s former position flawlessly, unless they want to return now and leave heaven early?” Michael turned towards you with a smirk on his face as he asked the last part.

“Very funny Mike. You and I both know I won’t do that no matter how bad you want me to.”

“What did I say about calling me that?!” Micheal’s smirk turned into something short of a snarl.

“Well, if you won’t take me seriously, neither will I. You want me to call you by your name, earn it and stop being an butt… I meant an butt… Why can’t I swear?!”

“This is the Celestial Realm Y/N. Angels don’t swear.” Michael said smugly over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“God Dang it! Argh! Fudge!. Dang it! Ya know what, forget it, my entire mood is ruined. Thanks Michael!”

“Anytime.”

Shooting Michael one last glare, I sighed and turned to the rest of the baffled angels in the room.

“Yes, what Michael said is true. Stuff happened in the Devildom which I will not get in too-”

“The demon king made Samael kill them.”

“Ok, Mike, first off, he didn’t, I ordered him too, second, I thought I said I didn’t want to talk about it. What gives you the right to tell them huh?”

“I felt like it.”

“You son of a beach.” I turned back to the rest of the angels. “Not a word about it. Anyway, due to some personal issues, I made a deal with Father to stay here on the condition that I take over Lucifer’s spot on the council until he either kicks me out or until our agreement has ended.”

“If I may, when will this agreement of yours be over?” The blueberry angel asked.

“I will be returning to the Devildom once Lord Diavolo has been crowned king and his father is 100% out of the picture. Now if you don’t mind me asking, could you introduce yourselves?” “Oh how rude of us, I’m sorry, I am Gabriel.” Gabriel had chestnut brown medium length hair, reaching shoulders. His eyes were a dull green. He wore a white turtleneck and had a light green shawl with golden tassels. He pointed to the strawberry angel. “This is Raphael and he’s Uriel.” He pointed to the chocolate chip angel. Raphael had long reddish-orange hair put up in a high ponytail. His eyes were a stormy gray. He wore a simple light gray half sleeve with an off the shoulder white cape and little decor. Uriel had short gray hair and golden eyes that almost seemed to sparkle. He wore something that reminded you of an off white scholar's robe with gray accents. “These are Saraqael, and Raguel.” He pointed to 2 of the quieter angels who didn’t participate in “the great pancake debate”. “We make up the Archangel council and we’re happy to have you Y/N.” Gabriel finished off with a smile. You were just barely able to make out a little “Not all of us” from Michael. You decided to ignore it, and then, like all the decisions you’ve ever made, it was the wrong one. Sitting back down you asked,

“So, quick question. What started The Great Pancake Topping debate?”

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Breakfast ended 2 hours later with upset angels, and pancakes, everywhere…

In the Devildom. After they lost Y/N

Levi went straight to his room as soon as they got home. As soon as he closed and locked the door he went straight to Henry’s fishbowl, picked it up and sat in his bathtub, hugging the bowl as he cried. ‘Why do I feel like this?! I only like 2D characters and Ruri-chan, not 3D people. How do I miss them?... Why did they leave me? They were my player 2.’ “Well it makes sense, no one would want to stay with a worthless shut in of an otaku like me” he said to the empty room. Henry 2.0 glubbed a bubble in response. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you Henry?” *Glub* “No you wouldn’t… I miss them.” Levi stayed in his tub hugging Henry 2.0 until he fell asleep.

Present

It was another late night, Levi was bingeing a new anime ‘I fell in love with a 3D girl but I’m afraid she’ll leave me after finding out that I’m an otaku who rarely leaves their room’ . He was halfway through the 9th episode when he got a notification from Mononoke Island. One of his raid mates was stuck and needed some help. He paused his marathon to help his fellow mate and stayed up until the early hours of the morning switching between playing Mononoke and watching his anime. Stumbling into the dining room for breakfast the next morning, he was met with complete silence. Lucifer had left early, Belphie was asleep, Beel was too absorbed in eating, Satan in his book and Asmo on his phone to even notice him enter the room. Mammon was busy in the human world helping out sone witches. Levi sat down in his normal spot, taking whatever was left as he mentally prepared himself for the day. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day at RAD, still dressed in his uniform, Levi left as quickly as he could. There was an anime expo happening in the human realm right now and there was some ultra-rare limited edition Ruri-chan merch being sold there. He had gotten Lucifer’s permission to attend the expo so long as he was back by 11. Existing the portal and making his way to the expo, Levi thought about the last expo he attended with Y/N. They cosplayed as Erin and Levi from Attack on Titan and spent the entire day surrounded by fellow anime nerds. They had also booked a room at a nearby hotel. It was 3 days of bonding time for them. Entering the expo, Levi decided he would get something for them as decor for their headstone put in memory of them in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. Nearing the line for Ruri-chan merch, Levi noticed someone staring intensely at him. He decided to ignore them but keep a loose eye on them, just in case. He got to the front of the line and purchased 4 of the Ruri-chan collection kits. One for use, one for display, one to keep and sell in the future, and one for Y/N. He decided to wander around a little more to see if anything else would catch his eye while he was here. He spotted a Black Butler station and remembered the jokes he and Y/N would crack about Barbatos and Sebastian. He passed a Fate/Stay Night stand and remembered their conversations on which heroic class they would belong to. Levi would have been the perfect Lancer. He passed countless other stalls, each of them holding a memory he made with Y/N. Distracted by his trip down memory lane, Levi forgot all about the person stalking him. He went and purchased some dinner from one of the stalls before sitting down and pulling out his DDD and looked at some pictures of Y/N and him at their last expo. He didn’t look up from his phone until he felt someone sit opposite of him. Levi looked up to see some middle aged man just sitting there on his phone. He didn’t have any food, merch, or even look like someone interested in an anime expo. Feeling an uncomfortable aura emitting from this man, Levi got up and left. He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw that the man wasn’t following him. He left the expo and went down an alleyway to open up a portal back to the Devildom when he accidentally bumped into someone dropping his purchases.

“S-sorry”

“That’s quite alright.” The stranger extended a hand out to let him up. “Say, I’d love to know where you got your uniform from. No schools around here have uniforms like that one.”

Looking up, Levi saw the same man that was watching him with a twisted smile. Masking his fear, he mumbled an excuse about being in a rush and tried to dash around him. Before he could get 2 steps down the alley, the man grabbed him and pushed him further into the alleyway. Levi’s head struck the wall hard leaving him dazed for a moment.

“I didn’t think my intel about finding a RAD attendee at the expo would be true but whaddya know? Seems I caught myself a demon.”

Levi, now more aware of his surroundings, realized he was cornered by a demon hunter. Despite being in an alleyway, there were too many people around for him to do anything rash. Without missing a beat, the hunter pulled out an enchanted dagger aiming straight for Leviathan’s heart. Levi rolled and dogged last minute before colliding into someone’s chest. That person in question wrapped his arms around Levi’s chest and put their own dagger to his throat.

“I know you’re there! Come on out and I might spare your friend's life!” The hunter holding Levi yelled. When no one stepped out, the dagger held by Levi’s neck began pushing on his skin. Levi felt a flare of pain and against his better judgement, transformed. His tail wrapped around hunter 2’s leg and flipped him over while the first hunter charged at him, only to be blown to the ground as a powerful gust of wind knocked him over.

“Jeez Levi, you’re lucky I was here. Seriously, why didn’t ya do somethin’ earlier? Maybe then I wouldn’t have ta save yo ass.” Mammon stepped out from the darkness with a bored look on his face.

“Come on, Lucifer’s waiting for ya back home. LOOK OUT!” Levi turned around just in time to see Hunter number 2 taking a swing at his neck and managed to duck just in time. Mammon then charged over punching the hunter square in the face, knocking him out cold.

“T-thanks M-mammon.”

“No problem. Come on, let’s get ya back home before any more of them show up.”

Stepping through the portal, a question plagued Levi’s mind.

“Mammon, how did you know I was in trouble?”

“Some witches summoned me. I overheard them talk about some hunter group getting a tip about a possible demon being at some expo. Then I realized that it was the same one you were going to, so I decided to go there myself to make sure ya weren’t followed. I’m glad I did too.”

“Th-thank you Mammon. Really.”

“Of course, what are big brothers for. Anyway, about my payment, maybe you can forget about the money I owe ya?”

Groaning, Levi started walking faster, leaving Mammon and his whining behind as he made his way back to the safety of his room.

[killrate]

❛  that’s  the  price  you  have  to  pay  if  you  want  to  drink  before  eleven  o’clock  in  the  morning !  ❜ — sanctidente 😂

♡ @sanctidente

She raises her brows and simply focuses on her drink: plain orange juice, this time. Unsurprisingly, she finds it much easier to keep her unfocused stare fixed on the glass, than to meet Sterling's gaze.

Her eyes are tired, and, despite the ponytail, her hair's a mess, too. It's no wonder he's connecting dots to the obvious. ❝I actually haven't even started yet,❞ she admits, leaning against the counter rigidly.

❝I think this is... Maybe the longest I've ever gone on April fourth? No, I'm...❞ She trails off, setting the glass down as her fogged gaze lowers to the floor. ❝... Today's hard. My eyes are red 'cause I haven't really slept. And also because I needed to cry. A lot. Don't feel bad, Sting, I know─I look hungover.❞ She laughs, awkwardly.

The crash had broken her leg and a couple of fingers, but despite that, she had not noticed it until the paramedics took care of her. Sebastian had been taken from them too quickly for anyone to even have a chance at saving him.

She takes a breath. ❝Uh, today makes five years since my brother died. And it fucks me up. Usually, I run from this. I cope how I see fit... But last night I felt like I just... Needed to let it sink in.❞

For once.

She lifts her stare to meet his, and her hands ball up into fists. ❝I know I've never told you that. I try not to talk about it... Because I hate getting into it.❞ She admits - a little emptily. ❝It was my fault, you know? And my parents have never blamed me. But I kind of wish someone would...❞

Mary glances out the window for a brief silence, then turns her head to look at Sterling again. ❝I'm not tellin' you this to take advantage of your psychology lectures. I'm telling you because you're my friend and I have to tell someone. It's eating me alive.❞

[eleiyaumei]

Hakuōkis Next Top Model: Makeover Ranking (KW/EB)

1.      Tōdō Heisuke

For me, Heisuke’s makeover had the most impact of them all. He transformed from a cute, dorky boy into a handsome young man. As he matures from KW to EB, so do his looks. After this change, I no longer saw Heisuke as a puppy that needs to be protected but rather as a man that is able to protect the ones he loves. (I also did not think of him as being attractive before, but then……)

2.      Harada Sanosuke

I didn’t like Harada’s look in KW. Him showing much skin did not make him sexy as his short haori didn’t frame his upper body aesthetically. Colors and shapes of haori and hakama also did not match harmonically and his ponytail wasn’t very flattering for his face. In marked contrast to that, the shirt and vest of his new outfit flatter his body beautifully and I love the way his strands fall into his face. As Chizuru implies in her reaction to Harada’s makeover, his new look makes him so much more attractive than before (despite less bare skin).

3.      Sakamoto Ryōma

Before his makeover, Ryōma always struck me as a cheesy womanizer and his hairstyle and outfit did not help with that. However, with his change of look came a change of attitude as he opened himself up to Chizuru. Now he looked more like a sassy Western hero and all the more badass. Over the course of his route in EB, I slowly fell in love with his looks as well as his character.

4.      Hijikata Toshizō

It’s almost sad that the man who always wanted to be a true samurai looks more like a honorable warrior in Westernized clothing… Either way, the ponytail just doesn’t cut it for me (pun intended) - maybe because he has such thin hair? The new haircut frames his face perfectly and makes him resemble Black Butler’s Sebastian - which is always a good thing in my opinion. The scarf and the golden highlights save the outfit from being too monotonous in relation to his dark hair.

5.      Sanan Keisuke

I find Sanan’s traditional look rather plain and that might suit his route in KW as he mostly hides away from others. His makeover in EB helps with visualizing his personality, his cunning, his politeness etc. This look emphasizes both his roles as (alleged) villain and as hero.

6.      Iba Hachiro

Iba is a good-looking nobleman, no matter what he’s wearing. While the green kimono matches perfectly with both his hair and his eyes, the Westernized outfit underlines his status and makes him stand out more. The jacket as well as the scarf are worth noting. Apart from that, his new hairstyle makes me want to tousle his wavy hair…

7.      Sōma Kazue

A bit like with Heisuke, his new style makes Sōma look more mature – which fits well with his character development in EB. But it does not transform him into a much different person (except for in his CG when looking out of the window…).

8.      Nagakura Shinpachi

Somewhat similar to Harada, him showing less skin makes him look more attractive as the fabric clings to his body in a flattering way. No wonder he shows off his new outfit so proudly. Nevertheless, his makeover does not really change his appearance.

9.      Saitō Hajime

He looks a bit better than before, the Westernized attire definitely flatters him. But I don’t know, I feel like it takes away some of his personality. The new outfit also is a bit too dark and monotonous due to his dark hair. The white scarf and sash lightened up the kimono; similar highlights would have improved the suit.

10.      Okita Sōji

I prefer his traditional look because it suits his character much better. But maybe, in order to let go of Kondō, he also had to cut off his topknot… Anyway, I think a rather colorful outfit matches better with his outstanding personality.

11.      Kazama Chikage

Grey is definitely not his color. Instead of making him look elegant and sophisticated (like the traditional attire does), the coat makes Kazama look stiff and rigid. In contrast to that, his former outfit did suit his personality pretty well: The white and golden colors illustrated his noble background while the kimono-and-haori-combo radiated his powerful aura. This is how the head of a oni clan looks like.

[arsnovacadenza]

Day 4: Sway (Part I)

Characters: Napoleon, Jean, Mozart, and Yukari (MC)

Pairings    : Jean x Napoleon

Warnings  : Crossdressing Jean

Ao3 Link  : Here

Swordsmen who consort with each other on the sparring grounds make exquisite partners on the dance floor.

Napoleon's eyes darted around the ballroom uneasily. Even though he asked for permission from Comte himself, he was having second doubts about this mission to 'save' Yukari. And having doubts was never Napoleon's style.

The girl next to him sensed how tense he was. "Napoleon, I appreciate that you came out of your way to help me, but I feel bad seeing you look like that."

"Like what?”

"Like usual," she answered drily, "Handsome, even more so than usual. Relax, will you? I'm the one who's insecure here, tagging arms with someone so out-of-league like you."

Napoleon felt like he was the one betraying Mozart.

Just two days ago, he learned from Sebastian that one of Comte's socialite friends took an interest in Yukari and was determined to propose to her at an upcoming ball held in his mansion. The girl herself was summoned to the Count's quarter to talk about the matter. 

While concerned, he tried to think nothing of it and decided to leave the matter be. But then he remembered how close the girl and Mozart were and decided to inquire Jean about it.

"I don't see how any of this is of any interest to you." Jean shot back after Napoleon informed him about the ball and whether Mozart himself knew. "Even I, as his friend, can't urge Mozart to make a move. Their courtship is still too early, too fragile for him to make any claim on her."

"Yukari looked like she was about to cry." Napoleon retaliated. "How is that not deep enough for you?"

The other French soldier glared back at Napoleon with a ferocity that reflected hurt pride instead of protectiveness over his friends.

"If you think you're better suited to help them, I wish you the best of luck."

 With a wave of his cape, Jean turned away, leaving Napoleon ever more determined to help the couple with his own power.

 Which was why he approached Yukari and took her to Comte's room soon afterward. To Napoleon, it wasn't just about Yukari's wishes that were at stake, but Mozart's shot at happiness as well. 

Sebastian, after Napoleon involved him in the deal, suggested that he suit up and play the charming suitor. The purpose was to intimidate Adam, Comte's friend, into thinking him as a rival and withdraw his proposal. The butler believed that Napoleon was intimidating enough to do the job.

Napoleon didn't mind accompanying Yukari to the ball as her guardian. Hell, he'd go as far as to take the man out in a duel, even. But to pretend to be lovers with the girl?

To be an emperor was to be a world-class actor. Tonight, however, it seemed Napoleon had forgotten his cues.

Napoleon unconsciously kept patting at his waist all evening, internally cursing at the lack of comfort his rapier usually brought. He was so distracted that he paid Yukari no mind as she clung to his free arm.

"You seem out of it. Are you alright?"

Napoleon shrugged away that nagging feeling at the back of his head. "I'm fine," He flashed her a reassuring smile, "Let's go find this Adam fellow, shall we?"

But just before they could make a move, a hush swept over the room. Had someone important arrived? Was it Adam?

Napoleon immediately made a beeline towards the entrance with Yukari in tow. But all he saw was the familiar, indifferent visage of his composer friend and his mysterious companion walking onto the scene.

Much was to be said about the tall, raven-haired woman that stepped into the room with Mozart. She stood with her back straight, carrying an elegance outmatching that of the other noblewomen. The lady donned a midnight blue dress with a small cape draped her shoulders, accentuated with a string of gold inlaid with iridescent jewelry and a crescent moon. Pale willowy arms were without cover save for black lace gloves that displayed slender fingers. Her hair, dark and lustrous, was pulled into a ponytail that fell over a dignified shoulder.

Napoleon eyed her from top to bottom. The long skirt that fell from her waist didn't reach down to her toes at the front. The pearly arch of her foot was visible as she stepped forward— the click of her low, dainty heels echoing across the room.

He could hardly make out the woman's face, but Napoleon knew her chin vaguely reminded him of someone. The silence broke when a tall man approached the couple.

"Why, Monsieur Perti!" the man greeted jovially in a booming voice. "You've no idea how honored I am to have you play at my ball."

Napoleon frowned. This man must be Adam. He waded among the crowds with Yukari to reach where the trio stood.

As they approached, however, Mozart immediately recognized the two. The bewildered look he threw Yukari was unmistakable. Meanwhile, Mozart's companion remained impartial as she stared at Adam, whom she nearly towered.

Napoleon felt a tug at his sleeve, "We shouldn't get too close. We don't want to interrupt them." 

"Good idea," Napoleon agreed, moving to a spot not too far away behind Comte's friend. By accident, however, he locked eyes with the lady's single dark orb, unobscured by her bangs.

Ah, zut. 

Jean remained stoic as Adam heaped praises on Mozart, gazing impassively at the rare smile on his best friend's face.  

It also didn't escape him how Adam's eyes studied his face and down to his shoes. Mozart made a good point in making him show some skin. The perfume that they purchased along the way helped, too. Meanwhile, the high collar of Jean's cape helped obscure his Adam's apple in case someone came too close.

At first, the soldier hesitated at the prospect of having to seduce another man into forgetting Yukari. He knew nothing about the art of tittering and batting his eyelashes until a man dropped to his skirts. Fortunately, Mozart was a true man of the court and instructed Jean to play it hard-to-get.

“The more frigid you act, the more they'll chase after you,” Mozart smirked wryly. “Let's see if this old cow takes the bait.”

Jean took no pride in seeing men swoon over the sight of him or women scrutinizing at him, full of suspicion and envy. It was nothing new, even back during the War. Jean, uncomfortable as he was, tried to calmly shrug off their attention like water on a swan's back.

And this swan captivated Adam, whose lips lingered on the back of his hand for far too long. Bewitching, Jean heard him say. 

(The man couldn't even recognize a swordsman's hand).

Suddenly, he felt Mozart tense at his side as two new figures came approaching. To his surprise (and small relief), it was Yukari, striding towards them with a resolved look.

And next to her was the last man he wanted to see tonight.

"Monsieur Adam, thank you for inviting me tonight," Yukari bowed gracefully. "I believe we have a lot to talk about,"

Jean's inclined his head slightly toward Mozart, who remained in awe at what had transpired. He wondered how this unfortunate encounter would go, especially with the former emperor now involved. 

Jean felt his mask was ready to slip away at any given time. 

Out of nowhere, Adam grasped his gloved hand and guided him to Napoleon like he was Jean's companion and not Mozart.

"You seemed to be lost in your thoughts, Madamoiselle Catherine. Monsieur Napoleone Ramolino here said he's an acquaintance of Monsieur Perti's by the count's connections. And with him is Madamoiselle Yukari, a Japonesque woman whom I greatly admire and Monsieur Ramolino's family friend." Adam gestured towards the pair.

"Catherine" slightly nodded at the girl. Yukari didn't seem to recognize him, the nunche. Was Mozart's makeup truly that convincing?

"I beg your pardon," Mozart took their attention. "The lady is recovering from a sore throat and is thus unable to partake in the conversation. I hope you'd understand."

The part of playing a temporarily mute noblewoman, at least, was the only saving grace of the role Mozart instructed him to play.

"I see." Napoleon casually spoke. The man had a winning smirk on his face and joked. "Bold of you, Monsieur Perti, to take a woman out on a ball when she's at her most delicate. I can't imagine what the night air would further do to her lovely voice."

Jean had to stubbornly keep himself from lunging at Napoleon and smother him with his skirt. 

"Monsieur Ramolino, you're quite the charmer," Mozart answered civilly, refusing to take the other man's bait. He then turned to Jean. "Well, Catherine? Won't you offer our gentleman a hand?"

You're next after I'm through with Napoleon. Jean slipped off one of his gloves and gave his hand to Napoleon, who kissed it tenderly. Unlike Adam, he didn't let the kiss linger.

Adam's voice rose out above the distant commotion. "Now that Monsieur Perti is here, all we need to do now is wait for the dance to begin. But before we join hands on the floor," Adam seized the taller woman's hand. "Let's give Monsieur Perti some time to prepare."

Soon the four of them were standing at the side of the ballroom. Mozart had already left them to his assigned station to begin his performance, hoping to steal some time with Yukari while Adam was lavishing his attention on "Catherine."

 Napoleon's unprecedented appearance threatened to dismantle their careful planning. Reluctant as he was, Jean decided to keep a close eye on him while gluing himself to Monsieur Adam's side. It didn't bother him anymore that he had to let the proud man talk his ear off. All he had to do was hang on that delicate balance between politeness and nonchalance. 

To partake in a game of courting like this, it must be hard being a woman.

Soon, the sound of a violin flowed into the ballroom. The gentlemen around them turned to their ladies and asked for their hands. Adam himself turned to Jean and offered his hand. 

 "May I have this dance?"

 I thought you devoted yourself to Madamoiselle Yukari. 

Earlier that night, Jean had given Mozart his word that he'd steer away Yukari from Adam at whatever cost, even his dignity. Yet truthfully, Jean had secretly been counting on the smallest possible chance that this could fail. He hoped that Adam would remain uninterested in him, and thus Mozart would have to wrestle Yukari from the man's clutches himself.

But it seemed Mozart was correct. “Your beauty is a curse, he said. “Let's see if you can hex this man with this 'curse'”.   

Jean took his hand, shaking away his reluctance. Adam happily accepted it and led him towards the center of the ballroom. With each step, Jean's half-smile hardened with nervousness.

 I can't dance.

Before he could balk away, however, a familiar man figure stopped the couple in their tracks.

"M-Monsieur Ramolino?," Adam stammered. "Can I help you?'

"Monsieur Perti imparted to me a message before he left," 

Napoleon looked pointedly at Jean, "He requested that I look after Madamoiselle Catherine for her first dance. Although she's attended many balls before, this is her first debut on the dancefloor,"

Jean narrowed his eyes at the intruding gentleman. Don't you dare!

Adam swiftly declined Napoleon's request. "I'm sorry, but our Madamoiselle here has already given her hand. And I'm sure she'd be most welcome under my guidance since I too have had my share of partnering with novice dancers over the years. I'm perfectly capable of handling them, as you shall see. Shall we, Madamoiselle Catherine?"

The battle-hardened officer refused to move.

"Believe me, Monsieur," His adamant emerald eyes stared into Adam's. "Nothing wounds a lady more than leaving the ballroom in shame under the humiliating stares of fellow women."

"Monsieur, " Adam appeared ready to challenge Napoleon then and there, but Jean gently tugged his arm back, drawing his attention. 

I'll be fine. Jean gestured. Please, let's continue. He wasn't about to let this entire mission spoil because of an unnecessary scuffle. Linking his arm with Adam reassuringly, he began moving again towards the direction they were going.

Yet Napoleon stood his ground like an old, stubborn mule. He closed in on Adam's personal space and spoke to him in a steely voice.

"My friend, I'm on your side. I'm aware of your designs on Yukari." He patted the side of Adam's bulky arm. "Giving another woman your first dance instead of the one you're supposed to be proposing tonight doesn't make a good look, does it?"

It was quiet enough that nobody else could hear, but Jean's vampiric senses caught Napoleon's little threat word-by-word.

"H-how did you know?" Adam stuttered. "It must be the Comte, then. Yes. If that's the case, then I should," He glanced nervously at Jean. "Pardon me, Mademoiselle, I'm afraid there are more urgent matters at hand. Yes," Adam seemed ready to run at any moment.

"Pardon me, Mademoiselle Catherine. I leave you in Monsieur Ramolino's hands, then." He then turned towards Napoleon and patted him back. "F-forgive me. And thank you."

Adam quickly disappeared among the crowd, presumably to find Yukari. 'Catherine' stood dumbfoundedly without turning to Napoleon, who was already offering his hand.

"Good riddance." He smirked triumphantly. "Shall we, Madamoiselle d'Arc?"

All onlookers' eyes were on them as Napoleon led Jean to the center of the hall. Even the musicians seemed to hold their signal in anticipation of the couple.

Jean remained unaware of his surroundings until Napoleon positioned himself in front of him.

He directed Jean to hold onto one of his shoulders while he lightly places a hand on his delicate waist.

 "No comments? Still playing 'Catherine,' are we?"

"There's no point to it anymore," Jean whispered harshly. "If you stand too close, they'll realize that we're of the same height. They'll know that this 'Catherine' is fake."

"If anything, they only see you as an unusually gangly lady," Napoleon answered dryly. "A rather fetching one, nonetheless."

Effortlessly, he guided them both to a position among the other dancers, completely ignoring his partner's aggravation.

While waiting for the music to play, Jean chastised Napoleon. "You ruined a perfectly formulated plan. I was trying to protect Yukari in my own way, and you had to swoop in and play the hero. I was ready to play escort for Adam and carry on with the night. But then you had to put a wedge in our plans and took me from—"

"You can't dance." Napoleon pointed out, matter-of-factly. "I can. And as I said, I'm good at helping out inexperienced dancers before they make a fool out of themselves in front of Parisienne socialites."

Jean pouted. "Well, Mozart taught me—"

"Bet he got frustrated after you stepped on his foot one too many times." Napoleon stared back at Adam's disappointed face among the crowd. A part of him was just as relieved that Jean didn't resist getting dragged away from the man. "I should teach you myself next time."

"The others will tease us relentlessly. They'll think you’ve gotten so bored you're doing things with me," Jean bit. "See if you can get past Mozart if I hide in the piano room."

"I'm doing him a favor then," Napoleon chuckled. "You shouldn't bother him too often when he's working. He might disown you otherwise. Who else will you go to then, other than me?"

That silenced Jean.

"Smart boy," Napoleon whispered next to his ear, "You're so irresistible like this, so open to teasing."

Jean seethed in embarrassment, not realizing that he was gripping the fabric too tightly. It was either Adam's sickening gaze or being at the mercy of the former conqueror of Europe. At least he wouldn't be stolen away into the night if he went along with Napoleon instead. 

This is a battlefield I'll never conquer, Jean thought to himself. 

Napoleon led them to a spot among the many couples on the dance floor. Even as they were standing face to face, Jean kept averting his eyes from the other man. He collected himself just in time for the first notes from Mozart's piano.

Only to miss his cue when other dancers started to move along with their partners. Jolted, Jean hurriedly bowed before reaching out for Napoleon's hand.

The bastard chuckled. "Really, Jean. Pay attention." His smirk grew wider as Jean attempted to rest his arm on top of his. "My bark may be vicious, but I won't bite. So trust me when I say I'd be guiding you through the night." 

His partner answered through gritted teeth, "Just...shut up and help me get over this." 

The emperor only snickered some more upon seeing him turn scarlet.

Even after entrusting himself to his bulwark of a sparring (now dance) partner, Jean still found it difficult to move along with the rhythm. Yes, he had engaged in folk dances as a child in his previous life, but that didn't prepare him for this new form of dance.

He was scandalized, to say the least, upon hearing Mozart's explanation that the men and women of this era danced in almost obscene proximity.  

"For God's sake, Jean. You're dancing with another man." Mozart argued. "No lady is harming you."

Jean felt the hoop of his skirt lumbering awkwardly with every movement of his hip. The heels, no despite how low they were, certainly didn't help. Mozart commented on how he'd already carried himself with ease after only several days of practice with the shoes. But conjuring that image now made Jean feel even more ashamed of himself.

It should've been Napoleon walking in these shoes, seeing how he adored those heeled boots so much. Jean squirmed. And he's so charming he'd most likely charm Adam no matter how unconvincing his disguise. 

Jean's heart sank upon realizing that Napoleon would have handled this situation better.

"If you want to survive tonight, follow my lead," Napoleon commanded in a low voice. "Focus on nothing else but me. As you always do."

Napoleon bit back a groan when he felt the tip of Jean's shoe stomping on his foot. The culprit glared at him with steely eyes.

That's it. "You're not playing by the rules, Jean." He scolded. "You deserve punishment,"

Before Jean could react, however, Napoleon spun him, completely breaking their formation and diverting themselves from the rest of the dancers.

Napoleon purposefully threw him as far as possible before effortlessly drawing his partner back. Jean found himself caged from behind, Napoleon's broad chest heaving against his back. 

Without so much as a care to spectators, Napoleon's arm left Jean's waist to toy at the crisscrossing ribbons on his bodice.

The elegant soldier was lucky that the emperor's head didn't slide against his neck, despite the compromising position. Even so, his heightened senses were more than enough to decipher Napoleon's muted orders.

"If you're trying to put on a show, go all the way," Shivers ran down Jean's spine as he felt the pressure behind every syllable. "From now, we're dancing to our own music. Capisce?"

"Catherine" nodded, swallowing the last of "her" dignity down before Napoleon twirled "her" again.

To Jean's surprise, Napoleon chuckled at him "We should stop worrying about Mozart. He, Yukari, and Adam can sort it out among themselves,"

He adjusted the position of their arms. "This night belongs to us." 

The fire that Napoleon stoked whenever he invited Jean into a duel...

Well, he's all too eager to draw it out once more. 

(tbc)

Historical Notes:

I gave “Napoleone” the surname “Ramolino” because that was the maiden name of Naps’ irl mother, Letizia.

Made for @kissmetwicekissmedeadly‘s Napoleon Birthday Prompt 2020. The prompt was “dance”. 

Whelp, that’s a good time to bring out my Crossdressing Jean WIP (now with minor adjustments for a better reading experience!)

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Match up! (~˘▾˘)~

 Hi again…can I get an Ikevamp match-up? I got curious on who I would end up with tbh😅😅😅

About myself…I never lose a temper, I am extremely shy and quiet, it’s extremely difficult for me to trust new people. I am around 5'9 feet tall, above shoulder length messy brown hair tied into a ponytail; I would be mistaken for a boy if I let my hair down. I wouldn’t even notice if they mistook me for a boy until someone addresses me as one😅😅😅. I look intimidating at first sight because 1.)I am silent most of the time, I look cold and aloof, I never smile, and 2.) I can be blunt without noticing + my difficulty of showing emotions would make them think I’m judging their soul *yikes…whoops?😅😅😅*. That intimidates most people and when in reality when I am the one who feels more intimidated by them. 😅😅

Once I warm up, I have this side that only my family and close friends know. I get along well with anybody; I won’t judge people for their race, beliefs, personality, religion, and all. It doesn’t exist here when I befriend them 😊. I have this weird sense of humor that can turn dark and morbid without noticing… 😅😅 I am like a child at Christmas when it comes to new art supplies, baking, and cooking new recipes; I love sharing it with my family and friends. I can compare my strength to a guy and I can carry heavy things without a problem😅… I love to play the guitar and I used to play the piano when I was younger and I missed playing it. I’m extremely rusty after not practicing for 7 years now😥. I can still read music notes, and it will take longer for me to navigate the piano if I play it. I mostly draw and paint right now tho…

I’m not a fan of wearing girly clothes, and I would rather stick to wearing good ol’ shirts, polo (long/short sleeves), pants, and hoodies style. I avoid drinking alcohol because I easily get tipsy; I’d turn into a loud drunk after a few sips.  My friends would often keep me away from who knows what they’re reading and watching stuff… Told me that they don’t want me to taint my innocent eyes and soul or something like that…I never cuss even if I’m used to hearing my classmates swear like a sailor. The first time my friends hear me accidentally swear, they look at me in horror and demanded me to know where I got that word🤣🤣

I don’t like loud and crowded places, I would feel dizzy and suffocated if I stayed there for too long. There will be times on where I’m nowhere to be found since I would look for an isolated place somewhere around the corner for me to hide whenever I want to draw or paint. I am not really confident of my skills in drawing; I have a bad habit of hiding those from my family *which annoys them*. I have another bad habit of being stubborn whenever I got sick, and I wouldn’t even let anyone know I am unwell because I do not want anyone to worry about me. But when someone noticed, I would admit that I am sick. *I would go to school even when sick so I can finish my school works because, whenever I miss a class, there will always be some of them who would deliberately not tell me that I missed something in class so…i learned the hard way.😅* …

I easily get startled by sudden noises if I let my guard down: objects making a loud sound when they drop. I don’t know how to deal with physical affections and would probably get stiff and flustered. I’m not used to guys hugging me cuz would go stiff whenever a guy hugs me *I love hugs and all but… I’m not used to being hugged by guys… 🙁* I’m a bit of a disaster-prone whenever I’m outside, and would accidentally hit my head on lower tree branches and lower places, sometimes I would accidentally sprain my ankle on the uneven ground *if someone made me wear heels especially if it’s stilettos*. 😅😅😅

Yay: I love my coffee with a ridiculous amount of milk and with less sugar; baking, cooking, sweets, drawing, painting, digital art, music, cats, dogs, pokemon, Manga, anime.

Nay: I despise certain types of vegetables that are bitter and slimy. My face would shrivel up seeing those kinds of vegetables. Animal cruelty is a big no-no for me; I normally don’t get angry, and I forgive people within a blink of an eye *that annoys my family a lot😅* but, I will make an exception for that.

I can control my own anger, that no one can tell I am fuming.

If it’s ok with you…😅😅😅 Took me a long time to figure out how to send a more detailed one. 😂😂 I think that’s enough spilling tmi about myself… Whoopsie…😅😅 🦊🐱🦊🐱

Hi hi love! ❤🌻Thank you so much for the request! I had so much fun writing this up for ya and i hope you enjoy it dear! ❤🦊Also i hope you are keeping safe and well and have a super good day!🐇❤ Also sooooorrrry for taking 2 billion years with this! hehe so without further ado........... @xarexraven

So I match you with…………… Theo

The first time you met everyone, you were so quiet and reserved hiding behind Comte. They took one look at you and instantly thought, “oooh great another male guest.” You were wearing a hoodie and jeans and your hair tie keeping your hair in a ponytail, had just snapped as you walked through the door. Comte gave you a gentle push to introduce yourself, and one look at your intimidating face, had the entire household believing that they had another tsundere in their midst. 

During dinner, you had hardly noticed that they all thought you were a boy. The residents all started retiring to their rooms after dessert, when Sebastian handed you a final cup of coffee, “Here you are sir.” Your eyes widened, and you started up at Sebastian in confusion, too shy to correct him/ That is when Comte who was still sitting beside you gave your head a gentle pat, “Sebastian it is quite rude to mistake our precious guest for a boy, especially one who is beautiful.” Both you and Sebastian were left blushing at the comment, that’s when Vincent, who was the only other resident still at the table, spoke up. “I have to agree with Comte, it is not nice to call someone so pretty, a boy.” The resident angel beamed up at you, while Sebastian apologised profusely, and through it all, the only thing you could think was, “man, this is awkward.”

The next morning after Comte explained the whole, everyone in this mansion is a vampire thing, you wandered around the mansion aimlessly. Well, that is until Napoleon came across you and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the dining room, where a feast of sugary goodness laid wait. He told you that he had made way too many pancakes and that they needed help finishing them. No one in the mansion had seen you smile yet, but at the sight of the giant stack of sugary pancakes, you couldn’t help but beam. Vincent had spotted you and flagged you over to sit next to him. “Oi knaap, don’t go hog all the pancakes, save some of the rest of us will you,” Theo loudly exclaimed as you loaded up your plate to a stack of pancakes almost as high and his. At the sound of Theo calling you a boy, Vincent narrowed his eyes at Theo and started scolding his younger brother for being so rude. Theo stared at you in disbelief but with your hair now in a pony tail he simply shrugged and gave you a new nickname “Hondjie”. With the misunderstanding finally cleared up once and for all, you made quick work of polishing off the stack of pancakes with the three men.

After lunch Vincent gave Theo a detailed list of art supplies that he needed, and at the mention of art supplies your ears perked up. Your eyes gleamed in excitement, and your cold, aloof exterior changed to one of an excited child on Christmas morning. Your cheeks were starting to hurt, that had been a record of two smiles in one day. Although even though your smiling felt weird to you, to the three me it was the most beautiful sight. Theo took notice of your enthusiasm and in his typical indifferent voice, asked if you wanted to come along for the ride. You without a second thought nodded, you basically radiated excitement as you went upstairs to put on some shoes and get a jacket. You met Theo out in the foyer, and soon the two of you made your way to the art supply store. 

Comte had told you that you were free to break the bank and buy anything and everything your heart desired, on the condition that he would be able to see your first piece of art created with the new supplies. 

You were so excited at the thought of new art supplies and being able to continue your passion for art, even though you were stuck in the past, that you let your guard down a little with Theo. He asked you in his usual blunt way, why you were dressed like a boy and not wearing skirts and dresses like other women. You told him that you were most comfortable wearing pants and hoodies. The way your eyes were beaming, low key reminded him of his precious brother, and he found himself low key drawn to your pure, innocent energy. 

The two of you spent hours and hours picking out the perfect supplies, you were low key shook at Theo’s knowledge about art and supplies. He actually helped you pick out the best supplies for your personal drawing and painting style. After spending hours in the art shop. The two of you made your way to the waiting carriage, when Theo spotted an ice cream store, his eyes lit up at the thought of sweets. When you saw how excited he was, you suggested that the two of you investigate the shop before heading back. 

For the first time in Theo van Gogh whole existence, a woman had paid for him. He was sitting across from you in the ice cream parlour while you were happily eating away at your sugary treat, still trying to process it all. You had paid as a token of thanks for him helping you pick out the best art supplies. What shocked him even more was during argument about the bill you legit gave him a deadpan look and bluntly said that you were ganna treat him no matter what. After that comment you legit left him blushing and speechless, you truly were a strange woman.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments when you finally decided to break the ice. You curiously asked why it was that he knew so much about art, and that’s when he revealed that he was an art dealer. And so the rest of the afternoon was spent chatting about art, paintings, drawings and your mutual passion and appreciation for the trade. To say Theo was pleasantly surprised by you would be an understatement, his first impression of you was now so laughable compared to the person sitting before him. The first time he saw you, he thought you an aloof, little boy who seemed to judge him down to the very depths of his soul. Yet as he got to know you, he had come to realise that there was much more to you.

In the weeks to follow you seemed to surprise Theo more and more. The first thing that had this boy sister shook was your inhuman strength. One day as you were helping Isaac sorts out the library. The two of you had managed to fill up 2 huge boxes of junk and clutter that could be stored in the mansions attic. Isaac lifted one of the boxes and determined that it was too heavy for the both of you, so he went to call Theo or Leo who would have an easier job with doing the heavy lifting. As Theo rounded to the corner to help move the boxes, he almost rammed straight into you. “Oi hondjie, you are going to hurt yourself let me take…” As he took the box from your hands, his face started going red, and a vein in his neck started popping out. The box you had been carrying was obviously almost too heavy for him to carry, he turned around swiftly and started walking up the attic stairs. It took you no time to catch up to him carrying another heavy box of your own. At this point you could see a bead of sweat roll down his face. Theo was determined to carry this box up, there was no way he was going to be shown up by a girl, especially one that he liked. He finally made it to the top of the attic and place the box down with a huff, you had to laugh at the small blush that was still on his cheeks. 

Just then out of the corner of your eye, an old piano caught your attention. Theo eyed you curiously still recovering from the blow to his ego, as you sat down on the dusty piano chair and blew the dust of the piano keys. Your fingers moved to their own accord, gliding across the keys to play a familiar song from muscle memory. Theo sat down next to you and closed his eyes to absorb the beautiful melody. As the last note echoed through the attic, Theo opened his eyes, and sapphire eyes glared down into the depths of your soul. He had honestly never in his life felt more drawn to anyone, before he could say anything your stomach gave a loud growl. It was now your turn to blush and look away in embarrassment. Theo then leads you downstairs, where he whipped you up some stroopwafels.

You tied the apron around your waist and helped Theo prepare the sugary dessert. You were so excited and happy, you loved baking and learning/exchanging new recipes. Once the two of you were done making the sweet snack, you sat down and munched on the Stroop waffles and coffee. The rest of the afternoon was spent chatting about your mutual hate for bitter slimy vegetables and love for dogs as you ate the sugary snack and sipped on coffee. This actually started a tradition between the two of you, where once in a while the two of you would exchange recipes and cook your favourite dishes together.

One day as Theo joined Comte in his room for some tea, he saw a beautiful painting hanging behind Comte, it was just filled with so much emotion. “Hey, Comte, did Vincent paint that one, I haven’t seen it before.” Comte gleamed in delight and told him that you were the artist responsible for the masterpiece and that you had given it to him as a thank you gift for the art supplies. Theo was shook, he knew you loved art but to have created such a masterpiece. He stomped his way to your room and knock on your door. He could hear shuffling from the other side, he swung the door open and spotted you throwing a heap full of tissues in the dustbin and hiding the trashcan behind you. All it took was one look at your red nose, pale face and tired eyes to know that you were clearly sick. You tried to play it off and make your way past Theo to help Sebastian with lunch service, when Theo picked you up and plonked you down on your bed. The second your head hit the pillow, your tired eyes closed and you lost consciousness. You woke a few hours later to Theo sitting by your side gently stroking your hair while placing a cold washcloth on your forehead every now and then. You stubbornly tried to convince him that you weren’t sick. Theo narrowed his eyes at you and in a soft, gentle tone said, “Hondjie can you just stop being stubborn for one minute and let me take care of you.” Theo had nursed you back to full health and you got to see a new side of Theo that you had never seen before, his sweet kind gentle side. It was actually during this time when Theo had confessed his undying love for you.

Theo love love loved your art and would insist you show him your masterpieces once you are done with them.  He knew your weren't confident in your skills and would usually hide your drawings so he did what any reasonable person would do. He tickled you until you gave up the hiding spot so he could see your creation.

He also knows you don’t like crowded places or loud noises, so he actually cleared up a room for you to use as your own art room to work in peace, where no one was allowed to disturb you. 

He knew you would get dizzy and feel suffocated whenever the two of you would walk through a busy crowd in the markets. So now every time the two of you cuties go out, he was sure to plan your route using back roads to avoid unnecessary crowds or he would bring King along for a walk with you. Even though King is a sweet, friendly golden retriever, he has come to love you and will do whatever it takes to protect the new member of his pack. Even if that means angry staring down people so they can part like the red sea before you and Theo.

Theo absolutely loves you to the moon and back. He loves your sweet innocent mind and will always cover your ears and glare daggers at Arthur whenever he is telling stories of previous nights conquests as he “doesn’t want Arthur to taint your innocent mind and soul.” 

He absolutely loves to finally have someone around who gets his dark, morbid sense of humour and who can equally match his weird jokes. Often when the two of you are together, you would be quick-firing the weirdest jokes at each other, while being in stitches laughing at each other.

Theo also loves how you have similar beliefs as him in not judging people. It was due to this that he was completely able to open up about his past with you. You helped him to heal and grow from his past traumas. You helped catch him many a time before falling in the abyss, dragging him out back into the light. 

Both of you were pretty awkward when it came to physical affection at the beginning of your relationship. However, after many, a stiff, awkward hug followed by a fit of laughter from how awkward the two of you were, eventually the two of you started to get more comfortable around each other. 

Now when Theo cuddles you, as you draw him as a manga character, the two of you chuckle at the memory of how stiff and awkward it was the first time the two of you had even held hands. Theo will 100% always insist on holding your hand whenever the two of you go outside as he knows just how accident-prone you are when it comes to nature.

Ultimately Theo loves to spend quiet evenings with you snuggled up in his arms as the two of you exchange stories of each other days. He loves to read all your little manga’s you manage to create for him. Although he will never admit it, he always gets super excited when you tell him about an anime you watched or show him your newest manga drawing. He will shower you with endless amounts of hugs and cuddles from the moment you go to bed till the moment you wake up. And every morning without fail Theo will greet you with a freshly bred cup of milky coffee and a kiss.

Other potential matches…………… Vincent 

I hope you enjoyed this dear and i hope you have the best day! 🦊🌻❤

[danceworshipper]

Kestra Fernera - HPMA Profile

(same universe as Lori)

Identity

Name: Kestra Alessa Fernera

Gender: Female (cis)

Age: Roughly 2000 years in total

Birthday (originally): August 23rd (leo)

Last Regeneration Date: June 18th

Species: Human, Phoenix Blood

Blood Status: Halfblood (originally)

Sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual

Alignment: Neutral Good

Ethnicity: Roman

Nationality: British

Residence: A modest townhome in a busy city

Personality Type: ENFJ - T (the protagonist)

Phoenix Blood Explanation

In her very first life, Kes was a ten year old girl walking the streets of Ancient Rome. She came across a strange, brightly colored bird that appeared to be made from fire itself. The bird had a deep gash in its stomach, and was dying (it was actually dying, not going to regenerate, as it has been stabbed). Kes thought this bird was some sort of godly creature, and tried everything she could to save it. On a last attempt, Kes forced all the magic she could muster into this bird's wound, nearly killing herself in the process. The bird was healed, and in turn, healed her. Kes was suddenly filled with the knowledge that the bird was a phoenix. It flew away for a short while and returned with a small, beautiful dagger that looked as though it was still molten. The knowledge of her immortality entered Kes' mind, as well as her immunity to fire. The dagger was the one thing that could kill her for real. As she took it, she burst up into flames, and when they died away, the phoenix was gone, leaving only a single feather behind. From that point on she had the mark of the phoenix on her chest, and could control fire as though it was part of her. This event occurred on her birthday, which just so happened to be the Vuncanalia. Many people took notice of this and declared her blessed by Vulcan himself, and brought her to live in his temple. She was protected and praised as the chosen one, and each regeneration after was treated similarly until Rome fell. The only two items she was able to save when her city fell were the dagger and the feather.

When Kes regenerates, her memories are lost and the mark disappears. On August 23rd of the year she is/will be ten years old for that regeneration, she enters a "memory fever" where her hands light up with fire, her eyes turned molten, and she goes back for a moment to her first life when she saved that phoenix as the marks burns back into her skin. She remembers key elements from some of her previous regenerations, but the only clear memory is the day she was blessed. The power that runs through her knocks her out for days, and in that time, the fire powers given to her redevelop. Her chosen goal is to learn the one answer that seems impossible: what truly is the purpose of life? Besides for this, she just wants to remember everything. The loss of her memory is the one thing that consistently haunts her through regenerations.

The Mage

Wand: Pine, phoenix, 13 3/4 inches, pliant. The feather is the one from the phoenix she saved in her first life, formed into a wand after the use of them became more wide spread. The wand itself is very light colored, smooth and strangely sharp at the end. It's the only wand she has ever owned, though she's not always sure how it gets back to her. After she wakes up from her memory fever this time around, she is able to unlock the chest her past self locked both it and the dagger in

Animagus: none yet, will eventually be a (you guessed it) phoenix

Misc. Magical Abilities: Strong fire magic. She does not need spells when dealing with flames, and fire will not hurt her

Boggart Form: A pile of ashes. Her worst fear is dying before she's ready

Riddikulus Form: Confetti

Amortentia (what they smell like): a campfire, herbs, and cinnamon

Amortentia (what they smell): currently parchment, old books, and metal. This will change as she gets older, as these are simply nostalgic smells

Patronus: Phoenix (duh)

Patronus Memory: One of the only memories from her first life she clearly remembers every regeneration: the day the phoenix blessed her. She could feel her own soul separate from her body, which felt absolutely euphoric - the most intense sort of pleasure she had ever felt

Mirror of Erised: Herself, looking tired and happy, holding the dagger in her hand. She's remembered everything, learned everything, and she's finally ready to pass on

Specialized/Favorite Spells:

- Aguamenti: not a favorite, but she had to perfect it because she's a hazard

- Expecto Patronum: she knows her patronus is that specific phoenix, long moved on from the earth. She misses her sometimes, and casts the spell just to see her and feel reassured

- Fiendfyre: it can't hurt her, so once she finds the Room of Requirement that's the first spell she's going to practice. Eventually, it will be as easy as snapping her fingers

- Reparo: for accidents

Appearance

(art by @kathrynalicemc , who originally created Kestra and then gave her to me)

Height: When done growing, 5'11"

Weight: When done growing, 146 lbs

Physique: Thin with visible muscles, long legs

Eye Color: After her memory fever, bright golden/orange like fire. Kinda scary to look at for most people. Originally hazel, and when she goes out she sometimes glamors them back so as not to draw attention

Hair Color: Black, thick and wavy

Skin Tone: Tan and absolutely covered in freckles

Body Modifications: the mark from the phoenix just below her left collarbone, multiple ear piercings

Scarring: Faded slashes across her back from her first life. They were given to her by her muggle father, who raged and whipped her when he discovered her mother's lies. After Kes became "chosen" he was burned to death as a sacrifice to Vulcan, and her mother was protected for the rest of her life at Kes' request. These scars will never go away, but they're only barely noticeable. They remind her who she was, and the magic seems to know how important they are to her

Inventory:

- her dagger, in its sheath and wrapped in silk

- her wand

- pomegranate lip balm

- loose change

- raw crystals to fidget with

- a snack of some sort

Fashion: When not in uniform, Kes likes to look good. She wears mostly autumnal colors and prefers fitted clothes to loose ones. As she gets older she starts to toe the line between school appropriate and not school appropriate as much as possible. She much prefers pants to skirts, and she loves high heels. She likes to have a subtle elegant tone to her makeup, in contrast to whatever the hell is going on with her hair, which is usually kept in either a low ponytail or a messy bun. Kes also wears flashy jewelry constantly, and likes to have her nails short, neat, and painted

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Allegiances/Organizations:

- Fernera Family

- High Priestesses of Vulcan (the group is all gone now, of course, but Kes keeps up a few traditions as a tribute to her past self)

Professions:

- Student (currently)

- Rescuer (future)

- Musician (future)

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

- Astronomy: O

- Charms: E

- Defense Against the Dark Arts: E

- Herbology: A

- History of Magic: O

- Potions: E

- Transfiguration: E

Electives: none yet

Quidditch: she plays in her free time, but never joins a team

Extra Curricular:

- Music Club

- Yoga Club

Favorite Professor: TBD because idk who's in the game yet

Least Favorite Professor: TBD

Relationships

"Mother": Sarina Penelope Fernera

- is actually the youngest of Kestra's great grandchildren. When Kes regenerates it's the duty of the youngest (adult) living member of her family to raise her again

- Sarina was only just an adult when Kes regenerated, but family tradition demanded she take over

- She's one of the few people to have watched Kes die and come back, as Kes normally likes to be alone

- It scared the crap out of her

- She got help from her older brothers raising Kes so that she could pursue a career in Healing

- A year before Kes would remember who she was, Sarina fell in love with a muggle named Derrick Credian

- She had some explaining to do when her "daughter's" hands caught on fire and she started screeching about a dying phoenix in the middle of breakfast

- He's a nice guy though, and he's open to learning more about the wizarding world

"Uncle": Harold Atticus Fernera

- Five years older than Sarina

- Historian

- Has been researching to see if there are any other known Phoenix Bloods, but there seem to be no record of them

- Took on most of the extra babysitting for Sarina

- Married with a young son

"Uncle": Sebastian Noah Fernera

- Eight years older than Sarina

- Cursebreaker

- A bit less of a decent dude, jealous of Kes' power, you know how it is

- Even if he did find a dying phoenix to bless him it probably wouldn't. He's not pure of heart enough

- Divorced, no kids

Love Interest: possibly Lori, but subject to change

Best Friend: TBD

Rival: TBD

Enemy: TBD

Dormmates: TBD

Pets: a fire salamander named Spark. He's not technically allowed but who's going to stop her? She's the most qualified person to handle a creature like that

Closest Canon Friends: TBD

Closest Noncanon Friend: Oleander Loris

- They really don't get along at first

- Lori is TERRIFIED of fire, so that's inconvenient

- Kes actually wants to be friend with this girl, but Lori isn't having it

- Lori attacks Kes outside once and gets three months detention

- She's just afraid

- They don't become friends until the summer after third year, when Lori gets trapped in a burning building that Kes just so happens to be passing by

- Kes hears screaming and runs directly into the building past the muggle firefighters (she's glamored, so they all try to stop her)

- She finds Lori, and she uses her fire powers to keep the flames away while they get out

- The glamor fades away, the muggles freak out and need to be Obliviated

- Now, instead of someone to be scared of, Lori sees Kestra as a safe place, the one person that instead of Lori protecting them, it's Kes protecting Lori

- The professors are very confused by this development

- It's this incident that makes Kes want to be a rescuer

Closest MC Friends: None yet, but they're welcome!

Storyline

Pre Hogwarts:

- Kes can't remember how many lives she's had, but she knows it's been a lot

- Her childhood this time around was fairly quiet. Her and her mother were very close (it almost felt as if she'd already known her)

- She would have strange dreams at night, and she knew things she shouldn't be able to know

- Her mother would sometimes stare at her chest, and Kes didn't understand why

- Then on August 23rd when she was ten years old, she saw her mother fully panic

- Kes looked down at her chest, saw the phoenix mark, and it triggered her memory fever

- After she collapsed, she didn't wake up for a week

- Now that she knew, Sarina gave Kes the previous regeneration's old diary, thinking that Kes would be the best person to explain to Kes what was happening fully

- Even with her new memories, it took Kes a while to wrap her head around the concept

- Now she's ready to figure out as much as she can in order to use this life to the fullest

1st Year: TBD

2nd Year: TBD

3rd Year: TBD

4th Year: TBD

5th Year: TBD

6th Year: TBD

7th Year: TBD

Post Hogwarts:

- Directly out of Hogwarts Kes offers her services to the Ministry as a Rescuer. She's sent in whenever there's an issue related to fire, including important muggle rescues

- In her spare time she plays piano for random groups and performances. She never sticks to one place because of her Rescuer job, but she loves to perform whenever she can

- She gets married and adopts some kids. She's birthed many kids in previous regenerations, but this time around she doesn't want to be unavailable for a rescue while pregnant

Old Age and Death: Unfortunately, Kes hasn't done all that she's strived for, so her 'death' is only a regeneration. Once she considers this regeneration over, she locks her important things in her chest, makes arrangements for her new self to be raised, and slits her own throat to burn away. Someday she'll be able to use her dagger, but not this time. She doesn't have to kill herself to regenerate, but she's been feeling sick this time around and would rather choose when to burn instead of having it happen at a bad time

Personality

- extroverted

- optimistic

- confident

- compassionate

- can also kick ass

- goal oriented

- trusting

- it seems as though she daydreams a lot, but she's actually trying to remember as much as she can from her past lives in order to make this one the best it can be

- has a hard time apologizing

- surprisingly she has a bad temper, but she controls it well

Misc Information

- Kes discovered her attraction to girls way before her attraction to boys

- Like, regenerations earlier

- As one of the high priestesses, no man was allowed to touch her, so she spent most of her time surrounded by other women that were kept away from men... you can see where this is going

- It wasn't until Rome fell and they all had to scatter that she first fell in love with a man

- There wasn't really a good word for it back then, but she knew she loved men, women, and everyone in between

- Her favorite color is a dark red - in fact, she wears so much red that people often mistake her for a Gryffindor

- She's been in each of the Hogwarts Houses many times

- She can't remember it, but she was sorted into Hufflepuff her first time around

- Kes found her salamander, Spark, when she got lost in Knockturn Alley

- She stumbled upon a poacher selling rare and dangerous creatures

- She did not buy Spark. She melted the bars of his cage and stole him, and then reported the poacher to the authorities, selfishly keeping Spark to herself

- He loves her so much, and she loves him

- Sometimes she conjures fire without even realizing it, which is part of why she keeps crystals in her bag to fidget with

- Fire is kind of a hazard in a library after all, and she can't risk being seen playing with fire by a muggle when she's out in their world

- She still sometimes has nightmares of when her first father whipped her and her mother

[fortysevenswrites]

all the odd numbers <3

Alllllllll the odd numbers? Okayyyyy then.

1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

It’s been a loooooong time since I’ve had cereal, but definitely more cereal, added milk as needed. The last thing I can handle is soggy cereal.

3. what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

I’m that asshole who dog-ears her book pages. Sorry not sorry.

5. are you self-conscious of your smile?

Not really.

7. do you name your plants?

Lol I’d have to keep plants to name plants. The closest I’ve gotten is when I was house-sitting for my sister and thought I murdered her strawberries last summer. Turns out, I didn’t.

9. do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Not really. I do most of my singing to myself in my head.

11. what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Too many to count.

13. what’s something that made you smile today?

I bought these sour gummy snakes at the market today. Had them for brunch. Meal of champions.

15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

According to the great google and Arizona State University, there are more trees on earth (3 trillion) than there are stars in our galaxy (100-400 billion). That’s a lot.

17. what color do you really want to dye your hair?

Overtone, the hair dye company, has been advertising this color blend called Merlot, which is a mid between red and purple and it’s SO my vibe.

19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

I try to, but by the time I’m done with my day, I forget to journal. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

answered here

23. what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

answered here

25. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

answered here

27. what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

I don’t chew gum.

29. what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

My best friend does this nose crinkle thing that is adorable.

31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

I wish they would just FUCKING FIT. So I don’t wear socks unless I have to.

33. what’s your fave pastry?

Chocolate croissants. Hands down. 

35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I have the handwriting of a twelve year old boy, so stationary is wasted on me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

I am blind to most messes. My closet is on the floor, pretty much.

39. what color do you wear the most?

Black. Hands down.

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

Any book in the Sigma Series by James Rollins. I am trash for a good military thriller.

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

Probably not since I was still working at the summer camp I grew up at, so, years ago, and probably with my campers.

45. do you trust your instincts a lot?

Yeah. My instincts are always right.

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

I don’t do bananas. 

49. do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

Oh man, I used to LOVE buying CDs. The last record I bought was a vinyl of Haley’s Badlands when she did a club concert around the corner from where I live. It was SO much fun. Do I have a way to play said vinyl? No. 

51. think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

I recently got news about a person who I used to work with back in the ye olde. The song I’m thinking of is Fuck You Very Much by Lily Allen. So, uh, take from that what you will.

53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

Beetlejuice is one of the best movies of all time. I’ve actually never watched RHPS all the way through. And I’ve never seen Heathers or Pulp Fiction.

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

Quit my job.

57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

Like I could conquer the damn world. And yes, I did sing along. Duh. And now I want to listen to Radio Gaga. So thanks for that.

59. what’s your favorite myth?

I’ve always been a huge fan of the story of Serenity and Endymion. Goes back to my Sailor Moon phase. As one does.

61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

I don’t think any of the gifts I’ve given, gag or not, are stupid. Even the socks I’ve given (and gotten).

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

Not really. I like knowing where the books I go back to regularly are, but that’s really it. I used to be really organized about my music back when iTunes was a thing. Now I really just listen to music via YouTube.

65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

Yes, and that’s as far as I’m going to go on that nonsense. It’s been nine damn years. Ugh.

67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

SO FUCKING GOOD. Love days like that.

69. what are your favorite board games?

Uhhhhhh....I haven’t played board games in years. 

71. what’s your favorite kind of tea?

I used to drink green tea before I realized caffeine gave me serious anxiety.

73. what are some of your worst habits?

A great many things.

75. tell us about your pets!

My four-legged roommate Bishop. She’s the black cat I’ve always wanted and she’s the biggest, brattiest baby and she screams when she wants me to pay more attention to her. I am also the the aunt to four dog nieces, Belle (black lab mix), Raven (beagle mix), Ivy (miniature aussie), and Cora (husky/german shepherd mix), and two dog nephews, Sebastian (miniature schnhauzer) and Sven (husky/german shepherd mix). 

77. pink or yellow lemonade?

Pink when I’m feeling fancy. 

79. what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

Someone I know, two years ago, the day after he met me, snuck me a cookie from the leftovers after team meal. It’s been a problem ever since.

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

They change colors, but most often, somewhere between fanfiction yellow, and the color of dead moss. And they’re the best.

83. what’s some of your favorite album art?

I don’t really have thoughts on album art? But I have my Halsey Badlands vinyl right in front of me and it’s pretty cool.

85. do you read comics? what are your faves?

Not often, but I have a giant pile of Power Rangers comics that I’ve been meaning to read through for like...ever.

87. what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Blazing Saddles, Pacific Rim, Beetlejuice, Crazy Rich Asians

89. are you close to your parents?

Well that’s a complicated question. Let’s just leave it at that.

91. where do you plan on traveling this year?

Well I was supposed to go to Hawaii for a friend’s wedding this summer, but she pushed it back to 2022, which makes sense. Other than that, California at some point to see my grandparents because I haven’t seen them in over a year because of the pandemic.

93. what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

Either a ponytail or a messy bun. Sometimes I’ll wear it down, but it depends on which day I am between shampoos. My hair is, well, finicky at best.

95. what are your plans for this weekend?

I have a module for a course I’m taking that I need to watch and do the homework for. Maybe go up to my sister’s house once my niece gets back from her dance tournament

97. myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

MB is steeped in eugenics so, no thank you, and also I just don’t have time to take the quiz. I’m a Taurus, and damn straight am I a Taurus. And I’m a Slytherin, full stop (though apparently I’m also a Ravenclaw, which makes sense).

99. list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

marjorie by Taylor Swift, any song on Halsey’s Badlands album, The Pit by Silversun Pickups, Jet Pack Blues by Fall Out Boy, and Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy, to name a few.

these are actually hella fucking cute y'all (except, you know, all the odds)

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 42

~*~Sebastian~*~

 Today has not been ideal.

Sure, my day started well enough. Emma laid out on the bar while I went down her was a very good way to begin. The sexy texts during her planning period was fun. Ed didn't threaten to kill me while we were texting. I got a text from Chace letting me know he'd be in town the week Emma was in Georgia. And I’m pretty confident talking to Emma tonight will be good. However, since the rest of my day has been shit, I'm a little worried.

 My train back into the city got stopped for who knows what reason. I was late getting to the gym. I wasn't the last to arrive and was in a good mood compared to others. The grocery didn't have the yogurt I wanted. Someone had either shit or vomited in the garbage can outside my building. I got stopped by a couple of fans, which isn't bad, but it was too close to my home. I don't care for that. Kirk didn't answer his phone and I remembered Will was out of town until tomorrow. I texted him asking if he could help me find something.

 All of this was trivial, but it was making me whiny.

 I think I miss her.

 Maybe not miss her, but like the letdown, after you've done something fun. Like the day you get back from vacation or post-concert depression. That's probably more accurate.

 No, I miss her.

 I said yes when the blonde drunk asked if she was my girlfriend. Probably should have checked with her first. I Googled "When is she your girlfriend" mostly because I was bored and whiny. This turned out to be like when you check your symptoms and hours later you still have cancer. There were lists. Thirty-two signs she's your girlfriend and seven she isn’t. You've met her friends. She cooks for you. You do activities together. She's met your family. You look forward to seeing her. All your time isn’t spent in bed. You enjoy talking to her. You can ask anything.

 Emma doesn’t know my friends, but I’m working on it. Also, found an incredible article that said you should have an idea by the seventh or eighth date. I started doing math. If every day is a date then were had eight dates. The next paragraph said, "But really it’s up to the couple."

 I realize this is me overthinking.

 I like the whole logical Google curated list of how to tell, but I think the best idea would be to have the relationship talk. Honestly, I don't have a problem having the relationship conversation. It’s just negotiating parts and deciding on a plot. Stalkers and people with relationship disorders have ruined "the talk" by inserting all sorts of shit into it. Bottom line: don't date other people and I get to call you my girlfriend. I know why I haven't brought up "the relationship." Because I've been too busy enjoying having one. Emma doesn't come across as someone who needs to define and label. It's not as if either of us hasn't been clear. I said it's not a long weekend thing. She said she was falling in love with me. Ok, not exactly those words. I may have added one. Doesn't change the facts or that it’s not just her.

Will texted back and I was going over to his place after the gym tomorrow. He sent something to the group chat with the guys and I laid on the couch going back and forth with them for a long time. Most of us were online, which happened more often than you might think. Anyone who wasn't would catch up later. This worked for us to keep up with each other's lives and tonight it was a fun distraction from my whiny assed mood.

 Group chat got a hasty "gotta run" when FaceTime lit up my screen. I hit connect and smiled. She looked fresh from a shower with wet hair and a clean face. She had on a purple tank top. "Your eyes look very green with that purple tank. Beautiful."

 "Thank you. You look tired."

I huffed out a breath, "Just a blah day. I’m kinda whiny. Seeing your pretty face is helping."

"Happy to help. What happened?" She shifted around and I could tell she was stretching out on her couch.

 I told her the multitude of little things that had gone on today, leaving out my frustration with no one being in town. "Nothing major. As I said, I’m being whiny. Plus, I think I miss you."

"I've noticed a distinct lack of you today as well."

 I laughed, "I like that. How was your day?"

Except for rambunctious children, she’d had a good day. I was glad. She had a good work out, her talk with Ed had been less inquisition and more fun, and volleyball practice had been short and turned into dinner with friends. They had a game Wednesday night and that was it.

 We laid on the couch talking about everything and nothing until I saw her yawn.

 ~*~*~

 I was in a much better mood in the morning. I got to the gym early and had run close to an hour before the others arrived. It was a heavy weight day and I felt strong throughout. When we were done, I was tired but felt good. I called Will on my way over and picked up some food. It was a little early for lunch, but we had some shit to do first. When Will answered the door I started laughing, "I'm so happy to see you."

"You too."

We hugged and I walked inside. Seeing him made me excited to talk about Emma. I'd talked to the guys at the gym, but a different level of friend. Very different. I wanted to tell someone important to me about how important I think she is. Being here is making me feel like I might explode. Why didn't I do this last week? I grabbed him for another hug, "So happy."

He laughed, "What the hell is going on?"

 "Do you have pictures from Kirk’s wedding?"

He scratched his head, "Some." We headed toward his desk where his computer was set up. I grabbed a chair from the dining table, pulling it over. "What are you looking for?"

"Not a what. A who." Will’s laugh confirmed I had a big smile on my face.

Will moved the mouse to wake the screen. "Kirk put everything on a web site. That might be better. I saved the link. My girl looked hot."

I was thinking I bet mine did too. I reached over Will for control of the mouse and clicked through the gallery. I was looking for Emma, but also Eli's long hair. First time I thought I saw her was standing next to Eli. The shot was from behind. If it was her, she had her hair pulled up with the loose ends hanging in ringlets. Her dress was dark green. Another dozen clicks and I found her. The front of her. She held a glass of champagne talking with Kirk and Boone. I took my hand from the mouse and pointed, "Her."

 Will pointed at her and looked at me, "Emma."

I mumbled, "Son of a bitch." I looked at my phone and saw she had about ten minutes left of her planning. I hit FaceTime and put the phone in front of both of us. Will looked confused. "Wait."

 Emma's face popped up and she said, "Hey, Sebastian." She saw it wasn't only me. She looked a little surprised then said, "Will?"

I fell onto the floor and yelled, "Mother fucker."

They were both laughing and I heard Emma's voice, "I haven't heard that from him before."

Will said, "It's a favorite. How did this..."

He was cut off by Alissa coming into the room and standing over me, "What's going on?" I watched her look at the screen, "Oh hey, Emma. Sorry I missed girl’s night last time. Will, are you introducing them?"

"No, I think they took care of it themselves."

They both knew her. I yelled, "Shit", and flopped onto my stomach.

 I heard Emma's voice again, "Is he having a temper tantrum?"

Will said, "No."

Alissa said, "Yes. Look." I was face down, but I assume she was showing Emma me. "Complete temper tantrum." Alissa’s phone rang, "I'll leave you to them. Next girl's night I'm there."

"Absolutely. Bye, Alissa."

 I was never going to get off this floor.

"My kids are due back. Sebastian, I'll talk to you later. Will, good luck with him."

I yelled, "Bye, Em."

Will kicked me, "Get up, dumbass."

 I crawled over to the couch, "How do you know her?"

"Oh no, no." Will joined me on the couch, "How do you know her?"

 I wasn’t arguing. It would be faster this way. "She lives up where mom moved. I got lost looking for chocolate chips at the grocery. She helped me find shit. I asked her out to dinner."

"Of course, you did. The lost in the grocery part." He was chuckling. "I'm surprised you asked out a complete stranger. Did she know you were you?"

 I shook my head, "Not until I introduced myself. Then she laughed."  Will did too. "She'd just come from the gym. Maybe some mascara, hair in a ponytail, and gym clothes. She was beautiful and so kind to this lost crazy guy. Then went spent like nine hours sitting in a restaurant talking."

 "Nine hours?" He shook his head, "Long time."

I glared at him, "Now, how do you know her?"

"I don't remember when I met her. It's been a long time. I'm sure it was a party or maybe one of Boone's gigs. She had a boyfriend. Then she didn't. She moved and hasn't been around as much. She always with Eli and his wife. I can't say I know her. She's always been nice and fun. Never heard anybody bitch about her. I think her boyfriend cheated."

I nodded as Alissa came back into the room. She spoke, "He cheated for months before she found out. Emma lived with Eli and Angie until she moved." She looked at me. "I've been out with her a bunch of times. She's a lot of fun. She’s kind, like you. I can see you two getting along."

"Why didn't either of you introduce us?"

 Alissa looked at Will then me, "She had a boyfriend and then she moved."

 Will added, "Several of us thought she was in a throuple with Eli and Angie."

I rolled my eyes and Alissa smacked the back of his head. "You did not."

"Yes, we did."

"You were wishing is more like it." She turned her attention back to me. "She wasn't."

"I know she wasn't."

 Alissa came to me and kissed my cheek, "I'm excited for both of you."

 Will stood and gave his wife a proper kiss, "I'II see you later, love you."

She smiled at him, "Love you too." She headed for the door, calling back, "Love you too, Seb."

"I love you." I watched the door close before looking back at Will. "I was going to be pissed if I'd done something stupid like saying no to being set up."

"I didn't. Maybe Kirk." I glared at him and he laughed. "Too bad you weren't at the wedding. She looked beautiful."

"Always does."

 "Oh, you've got it bad." I nodded. "Tell me all about her." He held his hand up waved in.

 I felt my smile forming, "I fucking adore her. She... ah..." I couldn't figure out where to start. "She has these green eyes and when she smiles she gets a dimple in her left cheek, just the one. Her hair is halfway down her back and feels like silk. The way she touches is delicate but strong. Sunday for over an hour she stroked my beard, just touching me. I would have let her do that forever, her fingers on my face." I tried to imitate on Will’s arm how she touches: the slow approach that becomes firm then eases away. "Something like that. We went to dinner, a walk by the river, she cooked dinner and we ate on her deck. We made Barbeque chicken sandwiches and this weekend she made biscuits and gravy for breakfast. We went to an art fair and got mom stained glass. I won a fish for her room. Did a haunted house and line dancing. Went to the gym, she helped mom moving stuff, and we had a Romanian dinner. This weekend was a volleyball tournament where her team kicked ass. The best part was she ignored me the whole game. I had to give her a good luck kiss between sets, but that’s it. She was all in the game. I loved that she ignored me."

 Will added, "So maybe she won't take it personally when you ignore her."

"Yes.” Exactly why I loved her ignoring me. “And we've stretched out on the couch reading or watching TV showing each other our favorites. Even danced to some ABBA."

 I’d just done some kind of core dump and I could see Will's head was swimming, "You're been busy. That’s a lot of shit. Why are you just telling me, this has been going on for weeks?"

"No, it hasn’t. I met her last Friday."

 “You’ve spent all your time the last two weekends getting to know her.” He was looking at me funny. “Wow.”

 “Wow?”

 "Yeah, wow.” He made faces moving his lips back and forth "I mean... I want to tell you you've known her eleven days, you need to be careful." He laughed and grabbed my arm. “But I don’t know what you need to be careful of. I don’t think Emma gives a shit who you are. I think she's connected to music somehow. I don't know who, but I remember Kirk talking about some concert and Emma being the one to hook you up if you needed tickets.”

 I knew exactly who the hookup was. I liked he was telling me to be careful. I let out a little laugh, "She doesn't care. She's curious about my job, but not in a weird voyeuristic way. I'm not even sure what movies she's seen."

 Will smiled, "What a weird conversation. How do you start it, even? Hey baby, I was wondering which of my movies you've seen? Maybe rank them in order."

 I cringed, "Might say more about her than me. I needed experience and money. What's her excuse for watching?" We shared a smile and I went on, "I get what you're saying. I appreciate it. I have only known her for eleven days. I’m ok. Hell, I'm a lot better than ok. It's really good. The talking, the sex, the feelings. It's all really good."

 Recognition flared on his face. "I want to tell you to be careful because you're jumping in headfirst and I don't want you, my friend, to get hurt."

 I don't get over relationships easy. Takes me awhile and with the help of friends. I hate seeing my friends hurting too. I put a hand on his shoulder, “Thank you." I shrugged, "At least I’m jumping in the deep end."

 "Right in the deep end."

 We moved to the table to eat and continue talking. I checked his schedule because he and Alissa joining in this weekend sounded fun. I'd told Emma I wanted her to meet my friends and since she, Alissa, and Angie knew each other this seemed natural.

 Emma didn't have practice tonight so we were on FaceTime earlier. She was walking away from the kitchen when she answered, "Done with your tantrum?"

 I held my thumb and forefinger an inch apart, "Just a little one."

 "I can't believe the Will in your stories is Alissa's husband Will. I replayed the memories while I was on the treadmill. Did he give me a good character reference?"

 Her giving me back my words made me warm, "Yeah, said you were kind, fun, and didn't give a shit who I was. Oh, and thinks you're connected to a musician because you got Kirk tickets to something. I didn't tell him who." I didn’t want her to think I would tell her secrets.

 "Thank you, but you can. Not worried about privacy issues around your friends. Pretty sure your address on eBay would make more money than Ed's. Everyone knows where his house is."

 I was startled, "How?"

 "Some guy put the GPS coordinates on Reddit complete with Google satellite pics. Google has since blurred out the images and the realtor scrubbed the listing.”

 "Nope," I was shaking my head, "no, no, no, no, no. What's somebody going to do, ring the bell and say, dude, wanna have a beer? How would anybody think that level of invasion of privacy is acceptable. Right up there with fans commenting hateful shit to my friends. Drives me fucking crazy. Used to. I called them out and now we keep a list and rank them. Still gets to me sometimes."

 Her eyes got big, "I'm going to start a list of the wildly inappropriate sexual comments when you post a picture on Instagram."

 I held up my hands and laughed, "You'll never be able to keep up. We both know I'm down for some dirty talk, but wow, they can make me blush. I barely skim comments anymore. I used to respond to some. I miss that, but the other got out of hand."

 "What do you mean?"

 "Whoever I responded to became a target like my friends."

 "That's crazy."

 "Exactly."

 "We used to celebrate when someone got a follow or response. I'm sure there was jealousy, just not so public. I think the more time with social media the more people have taken advantage of the anonymity to say things they'd never say to someone's face."

 I smirked, "Some say it in person." I’d fielded some pretty filthy propositions over the years.

 "You gotta shoot your shot. I’ve seen it work at festivals. Hell, even a sign in the first rows. I don't think some of them understood what they were getting themselves into. The hotel bar isn't where you get a date."

 "That's a grocery store!” I held my hands up like I’d scored a touchdown. Because I had. “Everyone knows the best place to pick up women is the grocery store baking aisle." At least it was for me.

 "I'd heard, but didn't believe until a couple of weekends ago." We took a few seconds to just took at each other before Emma spoke again, "I talked to Angie today. They're free Saturday. What do you think about inviting Alissa and Will?"

 "I was going to ask you about that. I know they're free."

 "I do too!"

 "Exactly how well do you two know each other?" I gave her a worried look and Emma responded as I wanted, with a smile that grew into a little laugh.

 "Not well at all. We've been out together several times, but we've never talked outside of them. Angie and I thought we could order in, hang out at their place."

 "Sounds good." I didn’t care what we did or where we did it. "Tell me about your day."

[until-theend-oftheline]

The Ikea Test

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: Pregnant Reader, a playful dig at Swedish people (I’m danish it’s what we do. Nothing is meant by it)    

Word Count: 1500ish

A/N: This is thought part of my LLL universe but as always it can also be read as a stand-alone. 

Betaed by: @blacktithe7 thank you, sweetie!

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It had been a long day and you were absolutely exhausted as you sat in the new armchair in your daughter’s nursery. It was your own fault really. Sebastian had been willing to pay to get designer products if that had been what you wanted. It just wasn’t. 

You weren’t poor by any means but you also weren’t Beyonce or whatever Hollywood actor brought in the big bucks that the moment. You didn’t mind. New York was an expensive city to live in, but it was home to Sebastian. Truth be told you were really starting to love it too. Every street corner was starting to bring with it memories. Happy memories of a life with the sweetest, kindest man you had ever met; a man who, luckily enough, adored you as much as you did him. 

So since you weren’t looking to leave New York anytime soon you just had to think a little about how you spent your money. You still lived way above average, but you knew a baby was pretty expensive. This was why you had insisted that baby clothes didn’t need to be designer brands to be comfortable and cute. You also didn’t need a room you would only use in that form for a year or two to cost an arm and a leg. Which was why you had dragged Sebastian with you to Ikea, jokingly telling him that if your relationship could sustain a trip like that, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t be able to weather.

Sebastian had just rolled his eyes at you, but as you had entered the maze that was the department store, he had started to see the reality of your joke. Luckily, Sebastian loved shopping with you, no matter if it was clothes for one of you or things for the house, but especially when it was for your daughter.

Sebastian had been so excited ever since the first scan, but it had taken new heights after he learned you were having a baby girl. He brought home little outfits or toys she wouldn’t be able to play with for months or years all the time. You rolled your eyes at him, but the truth was, you found it endearing. You were so happy to see how excited he was to meet her, and you loved how tactile he was with you. He always was, but the further along you got in your pregnancy, the more handsy he got. Not in a sexual way necessarily, more protective and loving. 

He was actually enjoying Ikea with you, so it wasn’t really much of a test in the typical sense. It was more a test of his sense of direction, or lack there off. Which did put your patience to a test in return. All in all, it had been an amazing day, and you had returned home with a mobile, the armchair you were currently sitting in breezing through the book of baby names, a dresser that had yet to be collected, and the crib Sebastian was sitting on the floor trying to assemble.

“How about Lea?” you asked only looking up from the book when Sebastian answered shortly. 

“No.”

You frowned, a little annoyed with his quick dismissal of the name, but you also had a hard time holding onto that anger as you looked at him. His hair was still long from playing Bucky. He was keeping it that way in case they called him back for reshoots unless he got another role that would force him to cut it. He had currently pulled it back into a small ponytail but loose strands had escaped the rubber band prison and were framing his concentrated face as he struggled with the frame of the crib. 

“You can’t just say no,” you scolded without any anger in your voice, as you extended your leg poking his side with your fuzzy socked foot. “Give me a reason why?”

“Because,” Sebastian looked up at you, blowing the hair away from his face which only helped for about five seconds. “You said you wanted her last name to be Stan.”

“Lea Stan,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, before nodding. “Yeah, that’s not gonna work. Next.”

“Honey. I’m kinda busy here,” Sebastian sighed, making you smile wider. 

“I could help you?” you offered, making Sebastian shake his head.

“No. You’ll get cold on the floor. Stay up there,” he ordered, making you roll your eyes at him. 

“Yes. Sir.”

“Sorry,” Sebastian sent you a sheepish smile, knowing how much you hated him ordering you around. It didn’t happen often. He wasn’t that kind of guy, but a few poorly chosen words at the wrong time had definitely taught him his lesson. Luckily you appeared to be in a great mood. You waved him off returning your attention to the book. 

“How about Georgeta?” Sebastian offered absentmindedly as he returned his attention to the puzzle of furniture pieces in front of him. 

“No.”

Sebastian smirked, fully expecting that answer, but he still couldn’t help but poke fun at you. 

“You can’t just say no. Give me a reason?” Sebastian mocked your voice, making you laugh and gently poke his side with your foot again. That earned a hearty laugh from Sebastian as he looked up at you with sparkling eyes. 

“Because sweetheart. As much as I love your mother and I do love her,” you assured him, making his smile widen. “I do not want our kid to get picked on all the way through high school.”

“Fair enough,” Sebastian chuckled, groaning to himself as he seemed to have lost some piece of the eventual crib in front of him. 

“What about Victoria?” you suggested, wiggling your nose in thought, not completely sold on that one yourself. 

“It’s a little posh isn’t it?” Sebastian muttered, halfway paying attention. “It there a logic to the names you are picking?”

“Yeah. I was trying to find something that could work in danish, Romanian and English. And that works with Stan, and it cute,” you listed making Sebastian laugh. 

“That’s not gonna be easy, darling,” he teased before groaning in frustration again. 

“Seb, just let me help.” You closed the book, pushing yourself toward the edge of the chair, ready to get on the floor. 

“No, stay up there. I got this,” Sebastian let go of the crib, turning to face you, putting his hands on your thighs to prevent you from moving. Just as he did, the frame of the crib fell apart in almost slow motion, landing in four different places. 

“Clearly,” you laughed as Sebastian looked over his shoulder, but stopped as soon as you realized Sebastian wasn’t even close to as amused with the whole thing as you were. 

“Goddammit,” he yelled grabbing one of the pieces and flinging it across the floor. It startled you a little since you weren’t used seeing him lose his temper like that. You flinched but quickly regained composure, wrapping your arms around his head, and he, to your relief, leaned into your embrace straight away. 

“I should be able to do this,” Sebastian mumbled, burying his face deeper into your lap, making you smile. He was frustrated, but he didn’t take it out on you. He never did. Instead, he sought comfort in you, and you suddenly realized this was another side of him you loved dearly. 

“It’s okay. Ikea is Swedish. They overcomplicate things. That’s what Swedes do,” you reassured him, running your fingers through his hair, losing the hairband.  

Sebastian looked up at you, smiling cheekily as he spoke. “Did you just insult yourself there Y/N/N?”

“I’m Danish you idiot,” you tugged his hair, making him groan a little, “not Swedish.”

The little punishment clearly hadn’t relieved Sebastian of his sudden teasing mood as his eyes kept flickering with mischief. 

“Close enough,” he smirked, causing your eyes to widen. You quickly grabbed the baby book, gently whacking him over the head with it. 

Sebastian jumped back a little, still laughing. “Hey! What was that for?”

“I don’t call you Russian do I?” you pouted, causing Sebastian to laugh even harder as he pushed himself onto his knees, moving between your legs. 

“I. Am. So. Sorry.” Sebastian spoke, punctuating each word with a small peek to your pouty lips. 

“It will never happen again,” he promised as you started to giggle at his shenanigans. 

“You’re such an ass sometimes,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, and Sebastian grinned widely, knowing he was forgiven. 

“You love my ass,” he wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to laugh and shake your head at him as he leaned in to kiss you deeply and tenderly. 

He might not be the best carpenter in the world or even remotely close to being one at all, but he made you laugh, feel happy and loved. That was all you needed, and you would just have to make sure the crib wasn’t gonna break down with your daughter in it when Sebastian wasn’t home so his feeling wouldn’t get hurt either. You didn’t need him to be able to build you anything, but if it made him happy to try, you’d gladly let him. 

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Always On My Mind (ii)

“Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time You were always on my mind” - Willie Nelson

Summary: History between two performers can be complicated when they have to be lovers in a new movie that could take both their careers to another level.

Pairings: Actor!Tom x Actress!Reader; Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, some fluff, mentions of violence/harm, anxiety; italics are lines in the movie  (disclaimer: This is an AU where Tom is an actor. I do not own Tom or any of the people mentioned in this fanfic; I am just using his name/face/characteristics for this fanfic. This is not how Tom acts and I do not know him, so, therefore, I do not know if he would do any of this. Any characters that resemble people IRL are completely coincidental.)

Words: 2969

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prologue - one

It was hard, to say the least. Not only did you love acting, but you loved acting with Tom. That part, having to act with him, having to be in love with him, that was hard. It wasn’t seeing his muscles contort as you two went through fight choreo, it wasn’t hearing his soft voice every single day, it wasn’t even the steamy love scene that you both had to rehearse for two hours to get just right (which in reality was ridiculous because the two of you used to have plenty of steamy exchanges and definitely knew how to make it intimate). It wasn’t any of that, it was pretending that you loved him. In hindsight, it was his character. But it was Tom’s face, it was still him. You couldn’t get over the fact that you had to spend every day with someone you loved, while telling yourself and everyone around you that you did not, in fact, love him.

Currently, you were both on a break. It was the last rehearsal before you starting shooting, and it seemed they saved the hardest for the last. There was a huge fight scene where Sebastian and Delilah got in a brawl with the mob leaders when they found out there were two cops in the room. Both characters acted like they had no clue, but one of the leaders had proof that Delilah was one of the cops. Jon and the fight choreographer had both of you going hard. Tom seemed to breeze through the choreo at first, but at the end of it, you could tell he was struggling. You, on the other hand, were struggling from the beginning. You had done fighting scene’s before, but this was different. It was intricate and tight. You had to make every duck and every punch or you would go down. Even though you never actually made contact with the punch, and neither did the others around you, it could still hurt if you got it wrong.

“You’re doing good (Y/N),” Tom said after he took a sip out of his water bottle. “It’s hard, but it’s a good workout, right?” He joked. You replied with a grin on your face, shaking your head.

“I don’t know what gave you that thought, because I’m out of breath. And out of energy,” You muttered, taking another swig of water. You must’ve looked like a mess. You had your hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face, yet half of the strands had fallen out. You could feel the red in your face from the number of times you fell on the floor and got back up again. Even with the towel to dry off the sweat, you still felt like you needed a shower.

Yet, with the amount of exercise and strength that was used, Tom still looked amazing. His hair wasn’t styled today, reminding you of how it used to look. It was curly and uncontrolled, but it still seemed perfect to you. He was barely sweating, and when he got close, you continued to smell his cologne from the beginning of the day to now.

“That means it’s working.” He said, pointing at you for a second before looking over to the stunt doubles who were running the fight sequence. “You think we can get there?” He asked, looking over to you.

“Well, yeah.” You said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m sure we can do that just as perfect as the professionals.” You joked, leaning back in your chair. “Just you know, after another month of practice.”

Tom and you both burst into laughter. You almost got the sequence, just needed it to be quicker. Both of you knew it would be good, but it was nice to joke about it. The fight would never be as good as the stunt doubles, they were the ones that actually took punches when filming, who fell from the tall buildings if it was too dangerous. Aside from not actually making physical contact, you both were doing well with the choreo. 

“My God, we would be off the movie if we couldn’t get it done by then,” Tom said in between laughs. You nodded in agreement and wiped your eyes. “I think we both need to rest, this isn’t even that funny.” He pointed out.

Your laughter died down with a nod of the head. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” You said and stretched, taking another drink from your bottle. “It doesn’t help that we stayed up all last night watching the Marvel movies.”

“Hey, you fell asleep during Thor.” He scolded, causing you to narrow your eyes in sarcasm.

“It was 3 in the morning and we got up at 6 yesterday!” You argued and he nodded, giving you a little smirk. You rolled your eyes jokingly and got up. “Alright smart guy, I’m going to go learn my choreo, because I actually got sleep last night.” You teased and nudged his shoulder before you walked over to your stunt double.

***

You had gone over the sequence many times with your double and Jon finally asked Tom and you to do it with the other leads. You had nailed all of the hits and dodges until you tripped over a flap, stumbling against a few actors until you got to Tom. He caught you right before you had the chance to fall down. “T-Thanks.” You muttered as Tom pulled you up.

“Well, I got my Spidey reflexes you know.” He teased and looked at you. “Seriously though, are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded and sighed, standing up on your own. You looked around and felt your face blush when you saw everyone staring at you. “Sorry,” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “Tripped.. over the flap..” You muttered and pointed to it.

Jon told you that it was fine then asked everyone to reset. You let out a breath and did a few jumps to loosen you up again. You nodded when the actor across from you asked if you were ready, and you started the fight again.

The fight went perfectly this time, you ended up on the ground, on purpose this time.

“Say your lines, if you’ve got them memorized,” Jon called out.

You held onto your stomach, where the wound was going to be and looked up to Tom.

“You don’t... need to... do this... Seb..”

“I can’t- I can’t lose you De, I can’t.”

“The mission... is more...”

“Don’t, don’t... Don’t say that. You aren’t more important than a mission. Come on De, stay awake for me. The ambulance is on the way.”

“Go... go get them. Please.”

“Alright, alright that’s good. Put more emotion into it when we do it. But you’ll have time to prepare for it.” Jon said, walking over to us. Tom hummed and helped you off the ground.

“I didn’t have time to listen to my cry playlist.” He joked, causing you to laugh.

“Oh that cry playlist, the best playlist of yours I think.” You teased and nudged him as you grabbed your water bottle again. You couldn’t try and be serious about the scene, or him catching you. It would just lead to more feelings and you did not need those feelings now. Not when you were going to start filming after the weekend. 

Tom gave you the same laugh and smirk as before, going over to get his things once Jon announced that was all to be done today. “Oh, and (Y/N)? Good luck on the press you’ve got this weekend.” Jon bid you as you were walking out. You thanked him and went over to the car. You were doing a two-day press tour, if it could even be called that, to promote the new movie you had filmed about a year ago. You were just doing a few talk shows, prerecording them so they would come out this week. Then on Thursday, you would fly out to LA to see the premiere as they filmed the few scenes you weren’t in for this movie.

“You’re doing press this weekend?” Tom asked, jogging out after you. Turning around, you rose your eyebrows at the question.

“Yeah, Hover is premiering on Thursday night in LA, I’ve gotta do some press for it. In my contract.” You said and narrowed your eyes. “I thought you knew that, didn’t I mention it?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

He shrugged, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think you did. But it’s fine. I just wanted to hang out a little more before filming, you know, for the characters.” Tom said, even though he really just wanted to spend more time with you.

“Well.. uh... I guess you could tag along to watch the press. If you really wanted to. I’m just filming a few things for YouTube channels and then the New York late-night shows anyway.” You suggested. Having Tom with you during press for another movie wasn’t the best idea, but of course, you didn’t realize that until later.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude or take over. We can hang out when you get back to the hotel.” He said, stepping back nervously. He knew how you were insecure about being in his shadow, and he didn’t want to take the spotlight from you while you were promoting your own movie. 

“Tom it’s fine. Anyone asks we’re just going to tell them that it’s for the movie we’re working on.” You told him, shrugging as you got in the car to head back to the hotel. “Are you coming or not?” You asked and rose your eyebrows.

“Oh-Oh yeah.” He said and hopped in the car, sliding into the seat next to you. “I bet we can get through The Winter Soldier tonight if you’ll stay up.” Tom teased, trying to get rid of the tension between you two.

You glanced over to him, knowing that you needed to rest tonight or press tomorrow would be torture. Instead of saying that, you gave in and said, “Yeah, I can do it... all day.” You joked, nudging his arm.

***

Press was going well. Tom had come with you to shoot the WIRED Autocomplete Interview, standing on the side and watching as you answered the questions. Luckily, Tom wasn’t in any of them. Even though you were dating when neither of you were big actors, you still were in the public eye more than most. You were afraid that it would surface, but by some miracle, it hadn’t yet. After the WIRED interview, you did a BuzzFeed quiz at the same studio, then shot some interviews with a couple of reporters. Tom was there the entire time, even though you told him he could’ve left. You really didn’t want to be promoting a movie in the middle of filming another one, because separately the two were tiring enough. They weren’t any better together. But Tom insisted on staying. He knew that it could be dreadful without having any friends nearby during the press junkets. Archer was there with you, but it still wasn’t the same. Archer had to be, Tom chose to be there. Him being there kept you awake and entertained during the repetitive interviews.

After the Sunday interviews were over, Tom and you went out to get something to eat. You both had been cooped up in the hotel and the studio and wanted something other than takeout or fast food. So, in turn, you went to a small restaurant just a couple blocks from the hotel.

“I forgot what it was like to go out, we’ve been bingeing Netflix for the entire month,” Tom said after both of you ordered what you wanted to eat. “Nice to be out though, especially since not many people know we’re filming. We got a little privacy.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s good for you. Big movie star can’t go anywhere without being spotted.” You teased with a sly grin on your face. “But after all of that press, I’m ready to go back to the hotel and not answer another question for a month.” You said dramatically.

“Well, I’ve got one more question for you before you go do that,” Tom said, leaning forward on the table. You narrowed your eyes, taking a sip of your water, waiting for him to go on. “How do you like being a big movie star?” He teased. You rolled your eyes, giving him an unimpressed look. “Seriously, you were great in those interviews. And they weren’t basic questions like a lot of them can be.” He said.

“I’m glad you thought that because I felt like I said the same answer over and over.” You said, burying your head in your hands. “Besides with that one reporter... What was his name? Kevin! I loved his questions.” You perked your head up, your mood increasing slowly.

“Oh, right! He’s always been into every interview I’ve had with him. Nice to see him again.” Tom said, agreeing with you at his in-depth questions. You talked about a few more interviews as you ate the food the waiter brought. 

“Well, we should probably get going. We’ve got the first day of filming tomorrow.” Tom said, signing for the check. You told him that you could split it, but like the gentleman he was, he didn’t even let you take a look at the check. Or ask the waiter.

“Might as well walk to the hotel, it’s only three blocks.” You said, Tom getting up from the table with you.

As you two walked to the hotel together, you talked more about the movie and your schedules. It had gotten cold outside and you only had on a tank top. “I love New York, but the rain it gets out of nowhere is ridiculous.” You said when a few drops of water fell from the sky.

“It’s only two blocks away.” A couple seconds after that statement left Tom’s lips, it started to pour. “Okay, maybe we just take cover.” He muttered and grabbed your hand out of habit, pulling you towards an awning where you would both stay dry.

“Just what we needed.” You said, rubbing your arms. “I just had to say we could walk.”

“I liked it,” Tom muttered, looking at you with soft, tender eyes. “We get to spend more time together.” He said honestly. Your eyes widened slightly at his words, almost responding until he started talking again. “Listen, (Y/N), I know we said we would keep our feelings onset and at rehearsals, but I can’t do that. It’s not working for me. You... The day you left my parent’s house was terrible for me. Ever since then it has been hard to spend the days without you, without being near you. I- I realized that I don’t like that feeling, I can’t stand being away from you. Not after this month and not after-”

You kissed him, passionate but soft. You couldn’t help it, he was rambling about how he needed to be around you. He was saying the exact same thing that you’ve been thinking throughout the last month. You felt Tom kiss you back with the same, if not more, amount of affection.  “Me too.” You muttered on his lips.

You slowly pulled away, looking up at him as you released your hands from his neck. Your head turned as a flash went off from the corner of your vision. “Oh my god,” you muttered and turned around, seeing a person with a camera standing on the other side of the street. You stepped away from Tom and started walking, not caring that it was raining.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” Tom called after you, glancing around and chasing after you. “We can’t just kiss and you run away from me.” He said with a small whine in his tone.

“Yes, I can Tom because there was a paparazzi taking a picture of us. And if I’m seen with you like that everyone is going to forget about the movie I’m in that’s coming out next week and focus on the fact that we just kissed in public, while filming a romantic movie together. No one is going to see how good these two movies are because they are just going to be focusing on that one picture and I can’t deal with that anxiety and that shadow.” You ramble, reaching the hotel a lot quicker than you thought you would.

Tom grabbed your hand and turned you around, forcing you to look at it. “You know that’s not true. Something like this happened with Zendaya and I and the Spider-Man movie still did great. You should know that no matter what, people are still going to see you as an incredible actress.” He tried to reassure you but you didn’t hear any of it. It was an irrational fear, being afraid of Tom’s shadow. You were a great actress, and you knew that in every single moment except this one. The time Tom reveals his feelings, the time you kiss for the first time in a long time, just happened to be the one time that an idiot with a camera takes a picture. And for that specific reason, you freaked out. You couldn’t calm down, not even when Tom gave you the concerned puppy look that you loved. It gave you more anxiety, looking at him, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to be with him because of your panic.

You didn’t even respond to Tom, you just walked into the hotel and went to the elevator, closing the door so Tom couldn’t come in. You stood in the elevator, soaking wet, and your mind trying to process everything that just happened.