#sharing to me is a bit different from communal dishes?

[thegreatstoryteller]

Female to Male Fridays!

The Great Shift: Meeting the Parents

“Are you sure you’re ok with this? We can still head home.” Jenny muttered. Clearly a bit nervous staring down at her boyfriend.

“Babe. It’s been almost a year since the Great Shift. I told you. Just because I’m unshifted, doesn’t mean I don’t want to meet your parents.” Youseff said smiling.

Jen and Youseff had met in their freshman year of college and immediately became close. They joined similar clubs, volunteered at the same food banks, and eventually friendship blossomed into romance one fateful summer night! The couple knew nothing could get between them and the love that they found… and a few years later that included the Great Shift. While Youseff remained unshifted, Jen Shale wasn’t so lucky.

They had agreed to meet at her sorority when the craziness of the Shift happened. Youseff was more than a bit surprised to find a larger older man in his 40s sitting nervously on Jen’s bed waiting for him! Since then many revelations have been shared with the couple. The first was Youseff coming out to his girlfriend as bi! He never had the courage to say it before and didn’t know how to share that part of his life with his girlfriend, but the shift offered a unique chance that worked out well with the couple. Two. Jen realized she was in a sports medicine professor who was quite in shape! He apparently was father to three student athletes on campus… and luckily her feelings for her boyfriend hadn’t wavered from the shift. A fact that they both enjoyed learning the first week of the Great Shift. Eventually the two became more comfortable with each other even buying a pair of matching pajamas!

It took quite some time for the world to get back in order. During that entire time communications were able to be set up with most families. Youseff’s family had many linear shifts, a term used by most of the world when your shift put you into someone very similar to your original body. His dad was a man his own age. His mother was a woman a few years younger than her. The only difference was his younger brother who now keeps telling Youseff to call him the bigger brother when he shifted into a former professional athlete. 

Jen’s family… was another story.

“And that brings us to today. Jen. I’m serious. I want to meet them. I know you’ve talked to them, but I haven’t. And when they invited us over for the holidays I thought it’d be the best chance to get to know them.” Youseff said hopefully, placing a hand against Jen’s cheek and training the thick salt and pepper stubble that was ever present no matter how close she shaved.

“I know- I know… but I told you before the shift that they were a bit much… and, well, now since the shift… they are still that! I guess… just… more…” Jen muttered nervously. A feat she seemed to still master despite her new commanding baritone. 

“They can’t be that bad.” Youseff said before knocking. And that’s when they heard heavy steps approaching the door.  

A handsome muscular man answered the door! He wore long pink dishwashing gloves and an apron! Aside from that he seemed to be wearing nothing else. The small potted flower he held seemed to be thriving!

“You must be Youseff! Jen has told us so much about you! Come in! Come in! I was just washing some dishes and watering the kitchen plants! We’re so glad to meet you. You can call me Margot! I’m Jen’s mother, or rather her second father!” Margot laughed. The man before them had a deep voice and almost a bro like tone. The motherly introduction he gave at odds with his gym bro form. 

“You must be hungry! I’ve been making lots of food these days. This young man I became had quite the appetite. And who could blame him. I’ve felt the urge to go to the gym almost every day of the week! Anyway, I just keep blabbering away! Have a mini quiche!” Margot led them to the living room where a small plate of appetizers awaited them.

“Wow, these are amazing Margot!” Youseff said digging in. I always wondered where Jen got her amazing cooking skills from.

“Awww! Jen! You didn’t mention your man was a little charmer.” Margot giggled as Jen blushed. 

“Mooom! Stop! You’re embarrassing me!” Jen complained burying her fuzzy face in her large hands. Her mom was always like this. If it wasn’t telling embarrassing stories about Jen, it was finding an excuse to show off her body. Ever since Margot got her new body she had been more than happy to show it off. She would say, “Well this young man clearly wanted to show off his muscles, who am I to cover them up!”. So bouncing around the house in her classic apron was just the way she dressed these days.

“Shush Jen. My little girl will never be too old for a little humor. Just because you have more grays on that head of yours than your father did pre shift, doesn’t mean you can’t laugh a little.” Margot teased.

“Speaking of where is Mr. Shale? Youseff asked.

“Well he’s always in the garage these days. When he got that 20 year old gymnast’s body, he’d become obsessed with the sport! I’ve got some biscuits to take out of the oven. You two should check on him.” Margot offered.

“Anything to get out of this conversation.” Jen groaned pulling Youseff towards the side of their home. As they opened the door to the garage they could see a handsome black man flexing in the mirror, wearing a tight singlet. The chalk on his hands implying a recent gymnastics routine.

“Jen! There’s my little girl turned big man!” Her dad said cutting his flexing short and heading towards Jen. Mr. Shale now was the shortest one in the family at 5’1. With his daughter at 6’0 and his wife at 5’10, the household tended to tower over him. However, he was more than happy with his new body.

“Hey dad, enjoying your gymnastics or whatever?” Jen half heartedly asked.

“Yes I am! I tell ya, being a few decades younger is great! Sure beats my beer belly and sore ankles. A 20 year old body like this is flexible. You can ask your mother if you don’t believe me.” Mr. Shale winked.

“Dad! Oh my gosh! NO! I brought Youseff here! Please don’t gross him out.” Jen screamed.

“Oh so this is the young man that’s caught my daughter’s eye. You can address me as Mr. Shale or sir. DO I make myself clear?”  Mr. Shale looked up at Youseff who just nodded. Despite the size difference between them Youseff was clearly intimidated by his dad-like tone. 

“Yes sir!”

“Good man. I guess I have you to thank for helping our dear Jen finally get some more manly clothes? For some reason she didn’t want my help with a new wardrobe.” Mr. Shale shook his head disappointed.

“Yeah! We actually had a lot of fun going to the store and finding clothes that fit. The toughest part was finding shoes in her new size.” Youseff conceded.

“Youseff!” Jen blushed. She knew it was true. With her larger feet, she realized just how difficult it was to find footwear that fit. The largest most places went up to was size 15. Her now size 18 feet were tough to find anywhere!

“Sorry babe, but it’s true. Plus you said you had a great time shopping. Like old times, remember? You said that you weren’t sure we’d find a single pair, but when we went to the Big and Tall store, they had a few shoes your size! Even sandals!” Youseff explained.

Jen just shook as her dad applauded Youseff’s resourcefulness!

Before long the family was finally all together to share a meal! Jen’s parents were loving her boyfriend, though he could see that she was clearly embarrassed throughout the whole dinner.

By the time they left Youseff was driving them back to their apartment, where he asked. “Jen? Are you alright? I… I’m guessing that night wasn’t the most pleasant for you?”

Jen just nodded and hugged her boyfriend. Her broad frame embracing him with a tight squeeze. “My parents just take a lot out of me. Before the shift they were overbearing in a different way and now… well now they are always just so comfortable in their new bodies! My mom started going to the gym almost every day with her old book club. Each of them became some kind of fitness influencer. And my dad! He won’t stop telling me how proud he is to have a son now and that I need to start acting more manly. I don’t get how they can be so well adjusted to all this! I… I thought I was getting there. With you… being this kind of man feels easy. Even more exciting at times too.”

“I do love your mustache.” Youseff noted, causing Jen to giggle.

“See. It’s stuff like that. You always make me feel like your partner… and… I guess I need more time before I start feeling like a member of my own family again and not some older hairy guy.” Jen admitted.

Youseff kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry I insisted we meet them so soon. I was so ready to take our relationship further and I was so nervous to meet them. But I forgot to consider how you were feeling about your parents. From now on, we can just focus on us.”

“I like that plan.” Jen smiled kissing back.

“Good. Maybe we can start with a pedicure tomorrow. I know you’ve been itching to try that out with your big new feet.” Youseff teased.

“Ha! These big new feet would love to get a pedicure. Maybe a foot massage later too!” Jen smiled, wiggling her big toes. When she was with Youseff she realized, maybe she could get used to this big body.

[drvscarlett]

Let him cook pt 2

Charles Leclerc x Masterchef!reader

Series Part: 1

taglist: @bookstore-of-dreams @barcelonaloverf1life

CharlesLeclercUpdates posted a photo.

CharlesLeclercUpdates Charles Leclerc appeared in MasterChef Australia episode "Cooking to Survive"

User1 Ariana what are you doing hereeeee??

User2 I thought only f2 drivers were allowed for that, why was Charles wandering around

User7 In his defense, Ollie was with him. Maybe Ollie got invited and Charles tagged along.

User3 Okay but did anyone notice how his eyes lit up when Y/N talked to him. The boy was whipped!

User8 Charles can't get Y/N, he can't even cook User9 Agree User8! Besides Y/N has a long-time boyfriend, they are super cute. Do you all not watch the different challenges she dedicated to him?

Y/NCooks posted a photo.

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YNCooks what a stunning day! We won today as the captain of the red team and coincidentally there was a red team 1-2 as well??? #AlwaysBetOnRed

User1 Mother you slayed!!! I was so surprised to see you at the GP!

YNCooks me too!! This is one of the best team challenges ever.

User2 Charles is on the likes. Charles is on the likes.

Charles_Leclerc Congrats on your win!!!

Y/NCooks Thank you! You too, you did great!!!

User3 The collab of this masterchef and f1 community is not on my bingo list.

User4 Y/N's boyfriend how are you feeling that Charles is stealing your girl away??

"Are you seeing this right now? They thought that I am stealing you away" Charles grumbles over the phone. You can't see him right now but you can actually visualize the frown lines forming and the soft scowl that he has on his face "Why would I steal my own girlfriend?"

"Oh mon ami"

"And did they even watch the episodes? Like couldn't they piece it together that I'm the one that you are referring to I mean the cake and then the adopted italian narrative" Charles continued to rant on

It was adorable to hear Charles like this. How you wish that you weren't just conversing over the phone, how you wish that you could be there for him right now.

"Y/N you still there?" Charles' voice brought you out of your musings.

"Yep, I'm still here. Just a little bit tired" you explained

"You had a really long day mon amour."He says "I'm really so proud of you. You are slowly achieving your dreams"

"As I am very proud of you Charles. You always shine the brightest when you are up on that podium. I wish I could be there on the front lines cheering for you"

"One day you will be"

There is a peaceful silence shared between the two of you. The thing about you and Charles was that you both understand that this is a better situation than being under scrutiny by everyone. Charles had his fair share of public relationship and he learned a lot from it. He just wanted to keep this as his for a little while longer.

"I love you, I'll see you soon" "Love you more honey"

Risotto challenge

You were not always having a good day in the kitchen and this is one of those episodes that you did not do well hence the elimination challenge. The judges commented that there was no problem with the dish that you made but it was simply not as risky as what the others did. So you are really driven to show them creativeness.

Charles was watching the episode with so much dread as he hears that the elimination dish is a reinvention of a risotto. He watched enough MasterChef season with you to know that this dish is the death dish aka the dish that usually sends people home.

He understands the dilemma that you are facing right now, play it safe and stick to the classic which means it won't stand out or play it risky and be booted for elimination.

"I'm making Quinoa risotto" that was your bold decision and Charles couldn't believe his ears.

"Mon amour, risotto is rice. Quinoa is not rice" Charles mumbled to himself

"I know its a big risk but I have to show them that I am a risk taker and that I am a MasterChef winner material"you confidently state in the interview.

It was a stressful few minutes to Charles as he watched how the judges has already decided that the idea of a quinoa risotto would be an utter disaster. Nevertheless, he saw the determination in your eyes and how you defended why you opted to go for a risotto.

"Do you often cook quinoa at home?" Matt asked as he and Jean Pierre White scrutinize your table.

"I don't really" you replied with a shy smile "Well truthfully I don't even know what quinoa is before my boyfriend introduced me to it. It was a part of his diet so I went ahead and learn how to cook quinoa so he could eat"

This was new information for Charles and he felt warm with this new fact. He remembers how every time he visits you, there will be a variation of his diet meals that will ensure that he won't get bored of food and still be on track with his diet. He takes note that he will be grateful for that when she comes back.

"We're looking forward to taste that risotto" Matt says

Time went by and Charles let out a small sigh of relief after knowing that you completed your dish. Charles have full confidence with the dish that you made and he hopes that the judges will take a new perspective with this quinoa risotto.

"Quinoa is not a risotto" Marco Pierre White stated. It was all so menacing how he said it with flat emotions and a monotone voice. Charles could feel himself sweating as they tasted the dish.

"But this is another take that I will welcome" Another sigh of relief for Charles. He knows that you got this in the bag.

Cooking for a special someone

"We're now down to a challenge for the top two spots in the MasterChef kitchen, are you excited?"

Everything was so surreal. Starting from 20 and now they are down to the last 4 contestant. You were so grateful that you are another step closer to your dream of being a MasterChef winner.

"For this week, we will be bringing in some important guests who you will need to impress in order to secure a spot as a MasterChef finalist."

The contestants were asked to step one by one. You started to notice that they brought in their loved ones and you were fidgeting a bit because you don't know who they will bring out.

"Last but definitely not the least, Y/N step forward" Gary says "Are we gonna meet the boyfriend?"

"Oooh the boyfriend. We have been hearing about him for ages now" Matt teased

"The boyfriend is very busy" you replied as you remembered that he is probably in America right now.

"Oh cmon, cant he miss out a day or two"

"Its a job hazard to miss out a few days" you answered. It's all about the points so you really can't fault Charles not wanting to miss a single day at work.

"Okay in that case, our mystery guest for Y/N is............."

The MasterChef door opens and you were surprised to see not one but two Leclercs.

"What are you doing here down under?" you asked as you gave them a hug

"We're going to support you obviously!" Arthur grinned

It was weird because this was the first time that you will be with Arthur and Lorenzo with cameras rolling. You were nearly in tears when you hugged the two of them. Without even asking, you knew right away that Charles sent them since he will be busy with the races.

"And who are they to your life Y/N?" the judges asked

"This is Arthur and Lorenzo, they are very close friends. They treat me as if I'm one of their own" you smiled.

"I'm sure you are going to be inspired to cook now that you have them around"

The pressure was definitely on especially when you were told that there is a need to present 2 dishes, one sweet and another savory in 75 minutes. However, you were pumped to hear the cheers coming from the balcony as Arthur enthusiastically showers you with compliment while Lorenzo takes photos.

Charles, on the other hand, has been constantly checking his phone, now that he is done with free practice. He felt quite jealous that his brothers were able to see you and support you in person. Although, he was quite happy that they are having the time of life supporting you.

Lorenzo texted him about 30 minutes ago that they will be judging and eating the food that the contestants made. He was slowly getting impatient of the results, he wanted to know what's going on.

1 new text message.

Lorenzo: She got in! She's a finalist!!!

[justasecretflower]

Highschool! Jujutsu kaisen characters with an American! Transfer student HCS 🌸

~ fluff.

‼️Do not reblog my works‼️

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Satoru Gojo - canonically, he knows a bit of English, but for easier communication purposes all of the jjk guys can speak English and Japanese..

- orders snacks from America to try out with you

- I don’t think he’d hate on America or Americans but when you’d mess up a mission or lose during sparing he’d pull a joking “Classic American.”

- devours twinkies when he first gets them then orders like 50 more boxes. Refuses to share his twinkies.

- tells you he’s gonna take a trip over there when he’s older and has more freedom and eat all the best food. New York styled pizza, those huge milkshakes with like a waffle on top, triple cheeseburgers, he’s gonna take pictures of him eating it all and then frame it for you. (Don’t even ask.)

Geto Suguru - he’s more interested in the culture, i personally think. He likes to learn the proper greetings, weird customs, differences between Japan and America.

- he baked a classic southern dish once in secret and liked it..

- hates when Americans are overly patriotic. He pulls this face.

- more drawn to the west coast

Shoko ieri - makes fun of your accent. Yes, Americans have accents. Never actually mad or annoyed at it, just pokes fun.

- honestly doesn’t care as much as geto or Gojo. Like yeah, there’s other people from other countries and cultures, she’d already known that?

- honestly doesn’t care lol.

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Yuji itadori- oh he knows about America alright. His wife lives there! (Jenifer Lawrence duh)

- finds all of the city’s interesting, definitely wants to watch a New York fashion show

- attempts to do a southern accent (either fails or does it scarily good)

- asks questions about schooling over there, specifically the dress code.

- pulls up to you one day decked out in American flags, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat and asks if you feel at home on 4th of July. If you told him about 4th of July.

Megumi fushiguro - another one that genuinely doesn’t care. He’s just like “oh alright cool”

- doesn’t make fun of you for an accent or poke fun at you for being American. He js genuinely doesn’t care.

- will watch the US reality tv shows and finds all the drama stupidly amusing.

Nobara kugisaki - also very interested in all the cities and fashion

- watches Victoria secret fashion shows with you if you like that. Or just New York fashion shows in general.

- critiques American style

- pls take her to LA, NYC, or Chicago she’s begging atp

- if she visited any of the cities she’d dress to the nines just to walk around in the city streets.

Aoi todo - interested in all of your celebrities you have other there.

- ends up finding a new celebrity crush and watches all of the movies she’s in.

- gossiping to u abt celebrity drama that YOU didn’t even know about before him.

- “this is y/n!! My American friend!!” “Todo you don’t have to introduce me to other people like that”

- yuji would prolly also say that line ngl

+ sequel! Teaching Satoru Gojo! To swear in English, Idea suggested by Chiefclown🤍

Thank you for reading :). Pls request some more JJK head canons with the “🌸” emoji!:)

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[earako]

Okay screw it another point form thingy

- Ballister has some traits that reflect his upbringing as a commoner in his certain area of the realm

- And both Ambrosius and Nimona love it

- Ambrosius didn't know Ballister had his ears pierced till he was dared to put on earrings in their early teens. Ballister just shrugged and popped them into his ear and didn't understand why his classmates were staring at him. [Apparently nobility didn't pierce their kids ears when they were babies]

- Also I'm giving Ballister sensitive ears. He may be a former street kid but his ears will never accept anything less than surgical steel/hypoallergenic/pure gold or silver [Ballister used to have gold earrings but he ended up selling them for food]

- okay wow that was a long rant on earrings-

-moving on: food as a love language! Ambrosius learned very quickly that Ballister used food as a means to communicate. After an argument or whenever they just didn't mesh well together Ambrosius would find a plate of cut up fruit on his bedside table followed by an apology from Ballister. [Funny enough, Ambrosius also likes to communicate via food, though he has a bit more sorta rules and stuff compared to Ballisters food as a love language]

- Ambrosius made the mistake of telling Ballister he liked a certain food once. So when he saw Nimona repeat his mistake he just said "Well I hope you're ready to eat that for the next month." Nimona didn't believe him. And was quickly proven wrong.

- When Ballister brought Nimona and Ambroaius to visit the area he grew up in Nimona asked him how many relatives he had. Ballister had to explain that he called family friends auntie/uncle/brother/sister out of respect. [Ambrosius also does the same, you know what fine, Ballister and Ambrosius share the Asian experience of calling everyone auntie/uncle/etc.]

- There is a very specific sound that'll get Ballister's attention in an instant. It's like a hiss but also tongue clicking kinda noise. Ambrosius accidentally copied it once and was confused when Ballister's head shot up, looking around confused before realizing Ambrosius made the noise

- Nimona learns about it and now makes the noise every time she wants Ballister's attention

- And back to the earring thing real quick but Ballister and Nimona going earring shopping together.

- Ballister and Ambrosius having traditional foods that look similar but are called different names. They'll playfully argue for hours calling each others dish the name of the dish in their respective home cultures. Nimona just rolls their eyes and eats half the pot so they'll stop.

- Lip pointing. The first time Ballister did it Ambrosius leaned in for a kiss. Poor guy-

- [this is just me projecting buut] sharpening pencils with a knife. Ambrosius gave Ballister a pencil sharpener but he likes the knife better [Screw it I'm giving Ballister a balisong-]

[thelonelyshore-if]

Actually the time ask made me wonder what date it is IN the town, like are they up to date ? Do they have the same system as the outside, and if so do they keep track of varied cultural holidays ? How do holidays even happen ? Are there a lot of cultural and ethnic mixing in Easthaven ? How do they procure themselves ingredients for holiday dishes that come from hotter climates ? Why was it even called Easthaven anyways, East of What ?!

It's uhhhhhhhh. October...12th? In story. 2023. It is one for one with the outside world!

As for the rest of your questions, answers are under the cut!! Because once I start talking about Easthaven's worldbuilding it's hard to stop lmao.

Holidays have a bit of variety. Some of them (Halloween, July 4th) are very standard. More Hallmark-y holidays like Valentine's Day are celebrated but a bit more niche than they are in the real world.

Cultural and religious holidays are still celebrated, for the most part. Though both places of worship in town are Christian churches; so members of other religions, while having strong communities, don't have those important cultural centers. As such their celebrations are usually a little more decentralized.

Easthaven's population is fairly diverse, for a small town in Minnesota. Most cultural groups are pretty close-knit, but a lot of sharing goes on! It's a small place, and most people are quite neighborly. Maybe unusually so.

Christmas, however, is different in Easthaven. It's very much so considered a religious holiday, and is really only celebrated by Christians.

The more secular elements--such as gift giving--are instead part of a holiday unique to Easthaven. The Squall is a week-long celebration in early December. It's totally normal, and there's nothing at all weird about it! Promise.

Non-local ingredients show up the same way most of Easthaven's goods do--either by random delivery with a very confused driver who is temporarily allowed into town, or by ~magically appearing~ in the grocery store.

As for the town's name... well, that's an interesting question, now isn't it?

[justatiredghost]

No Freedom from Knowing ch31

ao3

The general mistrust of magic as well as dangerous people in his past kept Jonathan Sims isolated, hidden away where he hoped he might finally be safe. Until he met someone who might be worth shattering that peace for.

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Strangely enough, it was when John was making dinner, Martin washing the dishes beside him, sharing in the chores, that he realized he could do this forever. The future had always been a nebulous concept to him, he never knew where he’d be or if he’d even be alive for it. Or if he even wanted to be alive for it. Now, he did. 

It was just an incredibly mundane moment that made him realize. It wasn’t in a moment of passion, or anything dramatic like that. It was just two people, working together, sharing space. John had never known any sort of companionship on this level. He’d even doubted for most of his life that he was capable of opening himself enough to truly share his life with another person. 

He always thought it would be a struggle. He knew he had strange habits that others usually found aggravating. He would likely have to contort himself, to force down the need to have certain things a certain way. That was a small part of why he’d assumed relationships weren’t for him, even before the magic. 

The closest he has gotten was with Georgie, but he’d managed to ruin that as well. But with Martin, there were conversations that still needed to be had, compromises they had to work out, but they managed to just— fit. 

They were two people who were used to being alone, who had strong opinions on how things should be. It could be hard at times, but so long as they actually communicated, it was almost easy. Because they knew the other would listen, because they knew they both cared. 

Every time John thought it would be on him to change himself, they instead managed to just— work it out. They were still working on the communication. It didn’t really seem to come naturally to either of them, but they were trying which was what mattered. 

It was overwhelming, how truly grateful he was, how happy Martin made him. He paused in his cooking to put a hand on Martin’s shoulder, to get his attention. Then he kissed him and pulled him into a tight hug. 

“I love you,” John said, voice reverent, and he knew this was coming out of nowhere, it had to seem strange, but he needed to make sure he knew. 

“I love you too, but my hands are covered in soap,” Martin laughed, leaving his head on John’s shoulder as he attempted to keep his arms up out of the way so he wouldn’t drip on him. 

“Looks like you’re stuck then,” John replied, and he didn’t let go.

He could tell Martin was blindly grasping for a towel, and when he found it, he gave a triumphant, “ah hah,” before wiping his hands so he could finally hug him back. 

“Can I ask what brought this on?” Martin asked at last. 

“I don’t know,” John said, because it was hard to explain. “I think I’m just happy.”

“I’m glad,” Martin said. “Me too.”

And his voice was so gentle John had to close his eyes and just held him even tighter. He knew his stubble had to be scratchy on Martin’s neck, but he didn’t complain. 

Martin opened his mouth to speak, but they both flinched at the same time, a magical pressure suddenly washing over them as they felt someone or something approaching the barrier, pushing against the boundaries. 

“What the hell was that?” Martin asked in alarm, clinging to him more tightly at the foreign feeling. 

“The barrier,” John began. 

“Is that what it feels like to you?” Martin asked. 

“It’s— a bit different now,” John said. “But more or less. “

“What’s— what’s going on, I can’t really see—“ Martin began, wincing as he scrunched up his face in concentration. 

“I-it’s Georgie,” John said in surprise, able to see her driving her cart down the road so clearly. 

“What? Why?” Martin asked, still looking uncomfortable. “What’s she doing?”

“Nothing, nothing, she’s just— heading here. We should drop the barrier or she won’t be able to get in.”

“Okay, yeah,” Martin said. “Good, I’d like to stop having to feel it. That is— really weird. Just walk me through how.”

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John was pacing, and he knew he was making Martin anxious, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t sure why Georgie was on her way, so he had no idea what to expect, what to prepare for. It was probably nothing serious. It was probably fine. But somehow that didn’t exactly ease his nerves. He couldn’t help but notice she was alone. There was no sign of Melanie. 

As the cart came into view, he finally stopped and turned to face her, realizing belatedly that it was probably unsettling having him and Martin just standing on the porch, staring at her slow approach. Once again John was all too aware of how unsettling many found his relentless gaze and he dropped his eyes to the side, half turning to look back at Martin.  

Martin looked grim, but very quickly shifted to his usual welcoming smile as he moved to stand at his side. He was too good at that, at putting on a friendly face. John just hoped he didn’t feel the need to do that around him. 

“You okay?” Martin asked as he took his hand. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he said.

He took a deep breath, trying to focus before turning back and going to meet Georgie. The moment Georgie brought the cart to a halt, she hopped off and immediately pulled John into a hug. 

“H-hi Georgie,” John said, wishing he didn’t sound so nervous. 

She then pulled Martin into a hug as well, which startled him a little, but he indulged her. Then, she turned back to John. 

“I just wanted to make sure you’re both doing okay,” Georgie said. “We’re heading home today and won’t be back this way until next week.”

“O-oh, yeah, we’re fine,” John said quickly, but Georgie looked doubtful. 

“I’m sorry again, for the other day,” Georgie said. “I didn’t mean to put you on trial like that.”

“I-it’s fine really,” John said again. “It isn’t often you meet a warlock that’s, you know, not murderous, so it’s understandable. Besides, I’m good at getting myself into these types of situations.”

“John,” Georgie said in a too-serious tone that told him his attempt to make light of it had failed. “What you went through wasn’t your fault.”

“I think you’ve seen me get into enough scrapes to know that’s not entirely sure,” John said, still trying to brush it off, too uncomfortable with the line of conversation. “I never could leave well enough alone.”

“What was his name, Bouchard?” Georgie said, and John couldn’t help the involuntary shudder. “He’s been manipulating everyone for as long as I can remember, and anyone he couldn’t fool, he bought off or blackmailed. There was nothing you could have done.”

“You tried to warn me off,” John persisted.

“That’s different, I just thought he was a rich arsehole,” she said. 

“She’s right,” Martin joined in. 

“C-can we— not do this?” John said. He knew they were trying to help, but he suddenly felt trapped, like he needed to run, to hide, and it took everything in him to stay there. They were just trying to reassure him, to comfort him, but it just felt like he was tricking them somehow and he hated it. “I-I can’t— I don’t—“

“Yeah, it’s okay, John,” Georgie said quickly

Martin didn’t say anything, he just stepped closer to him, offering him support if he wanted. John took his hand quickly, his presence and steady warmth giving him something to focus on, to remind himself he wasn’t in danger. It was fine. Georgie smiled at Martin before speaking again. 

”I‘d like to treat you both to dinner, or drinks, or something, the next time we visit. To make it up to you both. Melanie too.”

“Yes, I would like that,” John said, and he was surprised how much he meant it. “I know this can be— difficult. Please tell Melanie that I’d be happy to answer any questions she might have. The patrons can be— persistent.”

Georgie smiled so brightly again, giving them both another warm hug. John had to admit that it was a relief, to know where they stood now. And to know he hadn’t completely ruined things between them. Again. 

When she finally left, after some tea of course, John felt more drained and exhausted than he’d expected. It was embarrassing to admit, even just to himself, that the adrenaline was probably wearing off. He was too good at working himself up. 

“That was kind of you,” Martin said as they washed the dishes together, accepting a cup from John and drying it before putting it away. “Offering to help Melanie with all the patron stuff.”

“It’s the least I can do,” John said, scrubbing at the next cup.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Martin said. 

“I suppose,” John said. “I guess I just wanted to offer. I didn’t have anyone to really explain it to me properly. Someone that wasn’t trying to manipulate me with half truths, that is.”

“And that’s why it’s good of you,” Martin said, kissing his temple. “I’ll try to keep things civil too.”

“Oh, god, I didn’t even ask,” John said in realization. “Are you— I mean, you obviously don’t have to be there, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” Martin said. “I still can’t help but be angry that she hurt you, but I can put that aside.”

“Okay,” John said, handing him the last dish before drying his hands. “Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to take a nap.”

“Good,” Martin said, squeezing his hand before letting him go. “I can wake you for dinner.”

“I love you,” John said, and he wasn’t sure why, but he suddenly felt uncertain. Maybe he just wanted to hear Martin say it back. Not that he expected him to have suddenly changed his mind. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was thinking. Maybe he just wanted a reminder. 

“I love you too,” Martin said and the warm smile that spread across his face was more than the reassurance he’d been hoping for. 

-

For John, night had always been when he had the most to fear. It was when the monsters came out, when good people reached the end of their sympathy, and their pity. Even when he had a home and didn’t have to run and hide in the darkness, he often kept a close eye on the windows and doors, terrified someone would find him, force their way inside. He had spent many an all-night vigil in Gertrude’s cabin, the room lit only by the moonlight, eyes glued to the doorknob, waiting. 

Those were still things that sat in the forefront of his mind, especially now that he had someone he wanted to protect. It was easier, though, sharing that burden. He knew that, when the exhaustion won out, Martin would have his back. And as he lay, curled in his arms, he actually could find it in himself to feel safe in a way he wasn’t used to. 

He could feel Martin pressed against his back, arm wrapped securely around him, and he knew no one would be able to sneak up on him. He tried to let that certainty sink into him and win out, finally letting him rest after the stressful events of the day. 

So he wasn’t expecting it when he was woken by Martin, arms tensing around him. He made a sleepy sound, hoping it functioned as a question because it was all he could really muster. Martin was quiet for a moment longer, before he finally whispered, lips pressed close to his ear. 

“Someone’s in the house.”

Now it was John’s turn to stiffen as the terror gripped him. They’d forgotten to put the barrier back up after Georgie had left. He’s gone directly to bed and it had slipped his mind entirely. How could he be so stupid?

Martin’s arms released him as he slipped out of bed as quietly as he could, and John followed. Martin grabbed a candlestick off the nightstand and wielded it like a sword, and John wished they kept an actual weapon in here. 

They stalked the halls as silently as possible, but by the time they made it to the kitchen, they hadn’t found anyone. Martin lowered the candlestick in his confusion, going to check the lock on the front door, while John glanced into the living room— and froze. 

There was a woman he knew very well sitting on the couch, watching them intently. Her posture was relaxed, but John knew that that was deliberate and mostly an illusion. Daisy was always coiled tightly, a weapon ready to spring into action at any moment. She wasn’t tall, but she was stocky and so strong, even after everything she’d been through. 

He knew he should have been afraid, and he was, but the first thought John had was one of relief. She had looked so emaciated the last time he’d seen her, her eyes hollow and haunted. It was good to see her looking healthier and stronger now. She’d never be the same as when they’d first met, that was a level of power beyond her now.That in no way made her weak, though. 

She’d always looked like a predator, her atrophied muscles never changed that. No matter how they had left things, how it felt like they were maybe even becoming friends, she had come the closest out of everyone to killing him and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to look at her without that shiver of fear. 

John had many reasons to be afraid, he had been threatened and beaten and nearly killed more times than he could count. But he had never been as sure of his death as he had been while under her knife. That terror had been the deepest, the most acute he had ever felt, and he took an involuntary step back, bumping into Martin. 

He could still feel the way her knife had sliced across his throat, the look in her eyes as she prepared to take his life. No one, no matter how much they hated him, how much they wanted him dead, had ever managed to look at him the way she had. Maybe it was because she already was a killer, maybe it was her connection to the patron of the Everchase, maybe it was just her. 

Martin turned in surprise when he bumped into him, following his gaze. When he saw Daisy sitting there, he tried to step forward, between the two, but John grabbed his arm to stop him. There was no way he was going to let Martin stand in her way. If she wanted him dead, no one was going to be able to stop her. 

“Who are you? What do you want?” Martin demanded.

“Daisy,” John said, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you here to kill me?”

Martin looked ready to spring into action at that, arm on John’s shoulder like he was prepared to haul or throw him to safety if need be. 

“I’d be pretty shit at my job if this was how I went about it,” Daisy said. 

John breathed a sigh of relief and sagged against Martin. He could take her at her word, she wasn’t one to mess around like that. She had no reason to lie.  

“How did you get in here?” Martin demanded, voice sharp. 

“I have my ways,” Daisy said, and that predatory grin was back. John was pretty sure her eyes flashed briefly, like a wolf’s reflecting light. At least he could tell she was joking, although Martin probably couldn’t. 

“You’re not helping, Daisy,” a new voice said, causing both John and Martin to jump. 

“Basira!” John said he spotted her where she was reclining against the wall in the shadows. 

She was bigger than her partner, her clothes and headscarf as neat and controlled as her temperament. Her casual posture was at least more believably casual. If she wanted someone dead, she wanted them to know it. “Told you they’d freak out.”

“They should know how shitty their defenses are,” Daisy said. 

“Sorry about her,” Basira said to them, rolling her eyes. 

“Who are you?” Martin demanded, no doubt feeling more than a bit lost. 

“Sorry, sorry,” John said. “Martin, this is Daisy and Basira. We met a while back when—“

“When I tried to kill him,” Daisy filled in, completely calm, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say. 

“It’s—it’s not like that anymore,” John was quick to clarify. “We’re on the same side. Right?” He directed the question to Daisy and Basira, perhaps a bit more desperation in his voice than intended. 

“Yeah,” Daisy said.

“So, to what do we owe this pleasure?” John said, and he knew he was failing to hide how nervous he was. 

“Right,” Basira said, grim as ever, and this time she addressed Martin specifically. “There’s no way to put this that won’t sound alarming. We hunt warlocks.”

“Oh,” Martin said, and that of course didn’t put him anymore at ease. 

“Don’t worry,” Daisy said. “We’ve come to an agreement with your boyfriend, here. He doesn’t start killing townspeople, and we leave him alone. This extends to you too.”

She gave Martin a look, making it clear that this was, in a way, a threat. John quickly stepped between them, waving his hands, voice a bit too high. 

“We’re not, we won’t.”

“Right,” Basira said, no doubt trying to get things back on track. “We have a— common enemy. It seems he’s been extending resources out this way. Thought you should know.”

John couldn’t quite get his mouth working. He knew who they had to be talking about and he couldn’t help the way he went pale and cold, that creeping dread back in full force. 

“Is this that Elias guy?” Martin asked, voice harder than John thought he’d ever sounded. “If he’s a common enemy, why didn’t you help sooner?”

“Weren’t here,” Daisy said simply. 

“Didn’t hear about his little stunt burning down your cabin until well after. Glad you didn’t die.”

“Th-thanks,” John said, and he never could really tell if she was being genuine or not. 

“Elias Bouchard is fairly untouchable without a man on the inside,” Basira continued, and here she couldn’t help but glance at John, probably making it obvious to Martin that that was a conversation they’d had more than once. But he couldn’t go back, even if it might give him the opportunity to get rid of Elias for good. He just couldn’t. “So we keep tabs on him, but we have other jobs. He was already back by the time we learned he’d vanished for a bit.”

“And by ‘extending resources’, you mean—?” Martin prompted. 

“Hired a few warlocks of the Stranger, pointed a monster or two out this way as well,” Basira said. “We lost track of one we’d been tracking, don’t know where the rest are yet or what they’re planning.”

“Ah,” John said, remembering the monster he'd saved Danny from. “I fear I may have, um, destroyed your lead, as it were.”

“I see,” Basira said, in a calculating way that always put him on edge. Like she was adding that bit of information to a complex equation, weighing his use against his potential as a threat. He couldn’t help but worry he’d one day push the scale too far the other way, but ever since he’d saved Daisy, she seemed much more protective of him than anything. “In that case, we’ll have to try a different approach. We just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“I-I see,” John said. “Th-thank you, for that.”

“It would be great if you could do it in a slightly less threatening way, next time,” Martin said testily, and to John’s surprise, Daisy actually laughed. 

“Roger that,” she said. 

“So long as you actually do something about your defenses here,” Basira said. 

“We have them, I just— forgot,” John protested. 

“Right,” was all Basira said in response. “Well, we should go. Nice seeing you again, and good to meet you, Martin.”

Daisy stood and followed as Basira headed for the door. As she passed him, she actually touched his arm in a surprisingly soft gesture. 

“Take care of yourselves,” she said, and then they were gone. 

“Can we— can we trust them?” Martin asked, still looking confused by the entire jarring encounter. 

“Yeah,” John said, dropping down into a chair. Martin immediately set about making them some tea, to his infinite gratitude. “Basira saved me from Daisy when she was a bit more— murdery, because of her patron.”

“She’s a warlock too?” Martin asked. “That seems a bit hypocritical. Is it the Slaughter again?”

“No,” John said. “I’ve heard it called the Everchase. It tends to take over people who are a bit too into a hunt, metaphorical or literal. Ironically, I’ve heard of it corrupting people who hunt and kill monsters and warlocks the most. I suppose it’s something about the fear of being hunted, being turned on by your fellows, wrapping back around in a feedback loop that is particularly appealing to the patron.” 

“Taken over?” Martin asked. “That doesn’t sound good. Doesn’t that make her a danger?”

“Not so much anymore,” John said. “She had a run-in with The Burried, got trapped and would have died if I hadn’t managed to go in after her and get her out. It let her regain a lot of herself, though, being cut off from her patron for so long.”

“She tried to kill you and you still risked your life to save her?”

“I-I guess. It wasn’t that big of a deal,” John said, looking away. 

“Right,” Martin said in a tone that said he didn’t believe him at all and thought it was actually a very big deal. He took his hand and held it in his own as they continued to talk. 

“The point is, they’ve been reliable since. Kind, even. It was good of Basira to give me a chance when she had no reason to believe I wasn’t another Elias. And I think they both feel like they owe me for getting Daisy out. That’s probably why they’re here.”

“Or they just genuinely want to help you,” Martin pointed out. 

John just stared at him blankly. It was true he had considered them something like friends once, but he very much doubted they could feel the same. It seemed absurd. It seemed Martin had mercy on him, because he changed the subject. 

“What do we do?” Martin asked, looking grim now. “If Elias might be back.”

“I don’t know,” John said with a sigh, and that shiver was back, the fear that always lurked in the depths of him. “I have no idea what he stands to gain from working with the Stranger. Maybe he just wants to make the town more wary of warlocks, try to turn them on us again?”

“Maybe,” Martin said, but he sounded doubtful. 

“I do feel better, knowing Basira and Daisy are here at least,” John admitted. “They’re good at what they do. Maybe they’ll solve it all and we won’t have to do anything.”

“Hopefully,” Martin said. “What do you say we put the barrier back up and try to get a few more hours of sleep?”

“I suppose that would be wise,” John said with a heavy sigh. He couldn’t help but wonder if the dangers would ever end, if the days would ever pass without incident. Things just never seemed to stop. 

[updownlately]

stay a minute (let my troubled heart rest)

| leah williamson x reader | hurt/comfort | 1.9k | a/n: another fic based off another song in another language :) this song's dear to me, one of my faves and i just had this idea while listening to a slow version of it. didn't edit this as much as i would've liked to but oh well... hope y'all like it!

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Nights like these had a special place in your heart.

A tranquil atmosphere blanketed your shared apartment, ignorant of the UWCL semi-finals game you and Leah had played in today. 

The emotions of the game had long worn off, excitement, joy, anxiety, pain, all vanishing the second the pair of you had entered the apartment, takeout in hand a mere few hours ago.

Since then, you both had made base in the living room, Love Island playing on the tv, Leah enthralled by the show, a welcome distraction from the failures of the day.

The room itself was dark, save for the flashes of light from the screen illuminating the nearby area. You were cuddled up against Leah under a blanket, empty takeaway containers and dishes littering your coffee table, the warmth of each other's body more enticing than the prospect of a pristine apartment.

You hadn't been as interested in the show as your counterpart, instead opting to let yourself snuggle further into her chest, fingers tracing over the veins in her forearm, wandering over her lover tattoo as she focused on the screen ahead, her other arm silently wrapping around your waist, holding you closer. 

Ever since the pair of you had come home, few words had been said, eyes communicating everything you didn't need words to. Between showering again to wash off the tension in your sore bodies to changing into each other's hoodies and sweats soundlessly, letting the scent of each other bring you both home, a comfortable silence enveloped the pair of you, wrapping you cozily.

The game hadn't gone how you had wanted it to, the loss no doubt hitting you both immensely. Yet, in this moment, the grief of the defeat was quietly being washed away, the waves of your lover's tenderness quietly cleansing your heart, misery flowing like a river out of your soul. 

Taking a deep breath in, you willed the assault of negative thoughts in your head to go away. You knew you had quite a few missed opportunities to put the ball in the back of the net, nothing seeming to work in your favour though. Even worse, you know there were a few instances that you had made a few poor decisions, but with the game long gone, no results to be changed, you willed yourself to focus on the present, on being in your girl’s arms, safe and loved.

Entranced in your own musings, eyes closing, preoccupied by the calming heartbeat of the English captain, you failed to notice her attention resting upon you.

Leah wasn't happy with the result herself, heart aching at the conclusion that the prospect of being Champions League finalists was once again just barely out of reach. She was familiar with this feeling, friendly with despair, accustomed to wishing she had just given it a little bit more effort, yearning for a different outcome. Still, even as miserable as she felt, it seemed that it all wiped itself away the second you made yourself comfortable in her arms.

As soon as the pair of you had changed, you hadn’t wasted a second before tugging Leah over to the couch, fluffiest blanket in the house in your other hand. You had sat her down, a gentle stare threatening her to stay before you had warmed and plated the food for both of you. 

Immediately settling right beside Leah upon your return, shoulders millimetres apart, you had both silently ate dinner, knowing the faintest of touches would calm the other. 

Post dinner, the pair of you hadn’t separated, you only moving to better snuggle against Leah, hoping your body warmth would comfort the blonde.

And it worked. Unbeknownst to you, while the weight on Leah’s chest hadn't lifted from earlier, her breaths did come a tad bit easier now, the rock in her throating shrinking slightly. 

Yet, just thinking of the game brought another wave of sadness to the central-back's mind though, her arm tightening its grip on you, unknowingly seeking the comfort only you could provide. 

She couldn’t help but replay each tiny mistake in her head. The way certain passes didn’t connect, how a few tackles were just terribly mistimed, how she should’ve done better. The thoughts were battering her mind, a rush of frustration stifling her calming mood.

Eyes beginning to dampen, Leah held a shaky breath back, hoping you wouldn't notice the way her chest shook ever so faintly. 

She should've known better than to doubt your love for herself however.

To you, the change in Leah's demeanour was immediately noticeable, the shiver running through her chest an earthquake to you, quickening heartbeat just as easily distinguishable. 

Quietly and carefully, you shifted in her hold, your own arms reaching to grasp hers, pulling her up gently, bringing you both into a sitting position. 

You situated yourself in her lap, straddling her but being careful to avoid putting too much pressure on her thighs, knowing they'd likely be sore. Letting your knees do the work instead, you smiled as Leah gently clutched either side of your waist, silently steadying you, ensuring you wouldn't fall. 

Bringing your own hands up, you let yourself trace her fingers on your sides. Skimming your touch up the length of her arms, pausing for a second on her shoulders, long enough to just gently let your fingertips kiss the nape of her neck, your eyes scanned her face, taking note of the barely visible hints of hurt hidden in her eyes.

Eventually carrying on, you let your hand tenderly run up her neck, coming to rest across either side of her face, digits fanning her cheeks. You knew that she was beating herself up mentally, you both were. It was the way you both worked. It’s why you worked well together, differently similar, aware of the depths of self-anguish that each other’s minds could reach.

Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, you felt the first of her tears fall onto your arms, a slow trickle of a few following soon after. 

Leaving another affectionate peck between her eyebrows, right where the creases in her forehead tended to form when she was unhappy, you remained put, lips ghosting the spot you had just kissed. You gave her a minute, knowing quite well that she needed some calm before you checked in on her.

You knew you both were hurting, would be for a while too, yet you hoped that in this moment, your presence could comfort the woman you loved, erase her pain even if only for the time being.

The two of you rested together for a little while, arms wrapped around the other, each holding your own world in your arms. 

Eyes closed, basking in the moment, in the anguish you two were undoubtedly sharing, you let your love fill the voids your pain had torn open.

It was only when Leah's breath hitched for a second time, that you opened your eyes, the gentle sniffles confirming what you already knew.

Pulling back just a tad bit, you directed the blonde to look up at you, lifting her chin with your hands. Your thumbs gently swiped the few falling tears away resting ready to catch the few new ones that joined the descent down as well.

Kissing her again, this time on her lips, her soft tears not ceasing to fall, you hoped that your heart could tell her everything no words could ever say. 

You prayed that she understood that you were going to be with her every step of the way, through all the good and the bad. You wished that she knew that if you could, if you so absolutely could, you wouldn't hesitate to take her grief and let it make home in your heart instead. You desired to be able to show her just how miserable you would be without her by your side, how vital she was to your being, to your existence, her the oxygen that you so desperately craved, needed.

You longed to show her how much you loved her, how if the world was in your hands, she'd never spend another day miserable, never have to hold an ounce, a gram, of grief in her heart ever again. You wished that you could explain to her how much she meant to you, in this moment, and every in the past and those that would come in the future. Yet you couldn't, unable to quantify just how deep your love ran for her, how deep you were willing to cut yourself just to see her smile.

So instead you settled for your kisses, inwardly pleading that they would be enough to rest her heart. 

Kiss after chaste kiss, you both ignored the salty taste of tears on your tongues, letting your pain quietly bleed you dry and tired. 

Only breaking apart to catch your breaths, you looked into Leah's eyes, the dim lighting not weak enough to hide the tiredness that hid behind.

Slowly climbing out of her lap, you kept your gaze on Leah as you reached for the remote. 

Switching off the tv and tossing your long forgotten blanket to the side, you tugged on your lover's arm, urging her to follow you. She silently agreeing, her trust in you unwavering.

Letting herself be led, Leah padded softly behind you, quiet footsteps placed in the wake of your passing ones.

And when you gently sat her on the bed, sharing a sweet kiss before quickly exiting the room, Leah waited patiently for your return.

She could hear you make quick work of locking up the house, the gentle slams of windows being shut and the sound of two waters being poured, before the house went silent, save for your hushed footfalls.

Returning, you placed the waters down on either side before quietly sidling up next to Leah. 

Reaching your hands out, you waited for her to intertwine her own before climbing over to your side of the bed, drawing Leah with you.

Letting go briefly, you carefully brought the covers of you both, before once again, pulling her into your arms. 

You wrapped your arms around Leah once more, her head tucking into the crook of your neck, your hand in her hair, gently scratching her scalp. Your bodies were intertwined, not a hair of space between you two, the feeling of each other’s body providing the comfort you both craved.

You knew you couldn’t take away the sorrow that plagued her right now, no matter how much you wanted. So instead, you hoped your presence would be enough to calm her troubled heart, holding her tighter, kissing her softly, loving her forever.

Closing your eyes, the pair of you drifted off not too long after, misery finding sweet company in each other's pain, hearts finding tender love in each other's arms. 

With each other in close proximity, never more than a touch away, you both knew that every grief would pass and each joy would be cherished.

Pain would never not burrow itself in the cracks of each other's heart, but you knew you'd both let your love for the other help the fissures carefully heal.

Now and for years to come, the pair of you would always be there for one another, sharing comfort, care, and love.

So for now, you'd settle for this moment, hoping your presence would say everything words couldn't and your arms could provide a safe space for her troubled heart to rest.

[badpersonboogie]

☕️ anon here, and I am back on obsessive ghost Jayce, but moreover when viktor and Jayce meet face to face first time.

Tw, I am going to get real descriptive on Jayce bloody corpse, so yeah.

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Viktor opened the door, his back aches and his leg was killing him. It has been a long night of dealing with Hemmendinger, don’t get viktor wrong, it’s nice to hear the man talk about certain things but…

He mentioned about the odd going ones of his apartment, of dishes he didn’t do being clean and clothing being folded, but never an obvious sign of a break in. It has started to worry viktor as he was unsure if he had or hadn’t done those things, making him wonder if the gray had an effect on memory.

He also may have made the mistake of mentioning of things being thrown why someone tries to flirt with someone.

Hemmendinger offered a… different view on his little problem.

“It sounds like your haunted my boy!” The yordle yelped, making viktor laugh.

“That can’t possibly be the reason professor” viktor chuckled lightly, but the dean brow furrowed.

“You may not know my boy, spectators are a unique breed of supernatural.” Hemmendinger hummed, opening some draws away from viktor view.

Something told viktor that he won’t have an easy time convincing Hemmendinger of a different explanation. He sighs and leans back in the chair slightly, letting his back stretch even if it will cause some pain.

“Besides professor, if it were a ghost, why would it haunt my apartment?” Viktor asked, jumping back slightly as the dean of the academy drops a massive book.

Viktor looked at the cover curiously, a book on the subject of ghost… huh, viktor wasn’t even aware there was a book in the academy.

“From how you describe your experience of unexplained house chores being done, you might have a friendly poltergeist haunting you my boy!” The yordle explained helpfully, opening to a page that viktor couldn’t read.

Viktor looked at the dean with confusion.

“Hemmendinger, you must be seriously mistaken, there is no logical explanation for it being a ghost.” Viktor could stop the soft laughter of disbelief, Hemmendinger hummed and looked at viktor.

“Viktor, my dear friend, trust me when I say this, I have seen these hauntings before.” The tone in the yordles voice made it certain that he believed in it.

“Then why me? If it were a ghost, why would they choose to haunt me?” Viktor questioned, feeling a headache coming on from the conversation.

“Most ghost don’t have a reason to haunt a living person my boy, those that do… eh, let’s not deal with those details for now.” Seeing Hemmendinger, a man notorious for over sharing details, skipping the possibly reasons for a ghost to haunt viktor… it wasn’t comforting.

The rest of the conversation was more focused on communication with the spectator, not that viktor believes it of course, but he indulged in the yordles advice.

The best way to get a ghost to appear is by calling their name, and the only person who has died in recent months is…

Viktor still finds himself staring at where the blood splatter was, before enforcers and paramedics came in and tried to revive the man that caused it.

He sighs, setting his cane down and take a deep breath.

“Jayce? I’m home.” Viktor said out load, feeling a bit foolish to do so but…

Nothing happen.

viktor couldn’t stop the smug smile at that as he turns to hang up his coat. The possibility of proving the professor wrong about som-

“Viktor! Welcome back!” A hauntingly familiar voice called out from behind him. Viktor felt his entire body freeze as he processed what he just heard.

Viktor turns around, coat still in hand as he sees-

Fuck, Hemmendinger was right.

Bile threatens to leave viktor stomach as he looked at the ghost infront of him. He looked the same as the night viktor found him, blood coated his academic uniform. His entire face was smothered in blood, some dropping from the face but never hitting the floor. There was blood on the man’s hands as well, he was practically splashed with it thanks to his death.

What worse still, was the fact that injury was still there. Half of Jayce smashed brain was dangling out of him, grey matter and dark brown hair mixed into a disorienting feeling in viktor stomach. The smell of a rotting corpse hit him too, suddenly make viktor stomach feel weak as he eyed the rot on jayce right leg. Jayce’s eyes were droopy, unclear, and obviously dazed, making him look more drunk if it weren’t for the clear viscera covering him.

viktor definitely knew that his eyes weren’t like that when he died, they were wide eyed and glazed over, but still hauntingly bright.

“Viktor, love, are you alright?” Jayce asked, stepping towards Viktor.

Viktor mind starts to race as he watches the ghost approached. He couldn’t tell if this was a micro sleep dream or actually real, but the closer the man gets to him, the more viktor could see.

A scar on Jayce eyebrow, small gap between teeth, and a loving look to his eyes makes the lack of description on possible reasons for ghost haunting someone make more sense to viktor.

“Janna viktor, your cold.” The man humphed, frow burrowed as he touched viktor cheeks.

“Let me hang up your coat, you should head inside, I made some Gazpacho for you as I remember you-” Jayce started to ramble as he takes viktor coat and hang it on the coat rack.

Viktor couldn’t even begin to comprehend what was happening till he was laying in bed, mind blurred in shock and repressing the bile from raising. Next to him was the ghost, curled around viktor like a lover who hasn’t seen him in years.

Fuck… viktor needs to let Hemmendinger know he was right.”

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Hope you liked it :)

(i love it!)

viktor opened his eyes. he stared at the ceiling. the morning light was clear outside the closed curtains. viktor closed his eyes. what the fuck. that was a dream, right? that was a fucking dream, right? just a stress dream from all of the regret for not getting to talis in time, yeah, that's it, regret-born stress dream. there was knock on the door.

viktor's heart jumped up to his throat as he jumped. 'viktor? are you awake?' viktor shut his eyes tighter. no, no, no, not a stress dream! actually fucking real! fuck! 'if you're awake, i'm coming in!' talis' said cheerfully. viktor's eyes snapped open.

he sat up quickly as the door opened. and there he was, head wound and all. viktor swallowed. even in the light of the sun, it was not any less horrifying. 'good morning,' he said weakly.

talis-jayce?-grinned. 'good morning! i made breakfast!' and now that viktor heard that, there was the smell of cooked food.

'thank you,' viktor mumbled.

jayce's grin dimmed and he came closer. he sat down on the bed. he made no dent on it. 'are you alright?' he murmured. no but viktor nodded jerkily. jayce pressed his hand on viktor's cheek. viktor shivered from the cold. 'maybe you can ask for time off just for today?' he asked hopeful.

viktor shook his head no. 'no,' he muttered, 'that won't be necessary, i'm not sick.'

'but you look tired,' jayce pointed out.

that's because of your closeness, viktor thought. 'i can sleep in on the weekends.' jayce frowned. 'i'm alright, jayce,' viktor said softly despite himself. jayce grinned, pleased and bashful. he really was handsome, wasn't he? 'i'm going to take a shower,' viktor paused, 'are you going to follow me into the shower?'

jayce's eyes widened and, to viktor's surprise, blushed. jayce sputtered. 'wha-no! no, of course i won't!' he squeaked. how... strangely adorable. viktor nodded, right, of course he won't. he reached for his shirt collar. he started pulling it up. jayce made a shocked sound and quickly looked away. viktor paused.

how strangely adorable? but why? he looked at his hand. oh. viktor blushed. 'please get out of the room,' he muttered. jayce nodded then stood up. he quickly walked out of the room.

[tqmies]

Congrats on 1K! Can I have 41 and 53, roommate haechan? Thank you so much

Go Away | Lee Haechan

Part of Tqmies 1K Event!

Room mate au! 41. “I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?” 53. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so...", wc: 1.1k note: thank you so much <3 hope you enjoy it, domestic room mate hyuck?? i cry

6 days, it had been that long since you had broken up with your boyfriend of over two years. And of course, the first few days were okay, which was different from what you expected. You truly thought you'd be downing tubs of ice cream in front of the TV watching sad romance flicks. Like they do in all the cliche movies.

However, your little breakdown didn't come until a few days later. Everything needed time to settle in, and once it did? Oh boy.

Your friends had managed to keep you occupied for the first few days, but you weren't exactly a joy to be around. Not even as they dragged you to the club to remind you how great being single could be. You just couldn't find it in you to enjoy your time out.

Either way, you had returned home to Lee Haechan, your menace of a roommate. And in fact, your current state could all directly be pointed back to him.

It had been a normal Thursday, you returning home to him on the couch, playing one of his stupid games on your shared console.

You were sniffling a bit, frustrated at another cancelled date with your boyfriend. He had been getting far too busy to spend time with the likes of you, and you could feel him slipping away.

You tried not to think about it too much, choosing to hold your sanity. That was until Haechan took note of your form, and asked why you looked like your dog died, whatever that meant.

"He cancelled again, that asshole! I mean, I get that he's busy and all, but so am I! He could've let me know he had a meeting today, is my time not worth as much as his?" You let out, dropping your bag with a loud thud on the floor. "He never communicates with me! Is it that hard to send a text saying you're not going to make it? It must be, because I was waiting there for an hour and a half before he let me know!"

And you storm off to the kitchen, Haechan following diligently behind you. "Maybe he just got really caught up in work." He says meekly, a little afraid of your wrath at the moment, but also feeling bad for you.

You force open the fridge, ignoring Haechans small words. You look around it for a few seconds, brows furrowing as you whip your head back to him. "Where's all the damn alcohol!"

"What?" He says, taken aback as you move to check the bottom cabinets. You move things around, huffing when you can't find a single bottle.

"I know you're here somewhere!" You speak, apparently talking to the alcohol. You even allow yourself a tear to fall, though all you can feel is anger at the moment. Yeah, you've lost it.

"Wait, okay. Instead of drinking, why don't we just talk about it?" He suggests, attempting to divert your attention.

You're not having it though. "Talk? Did he take time to talk to me? No! So I don't think-"

"Woah, woah, slow down." Haechan interrupts. "It sounds like you're angry about more than just today, you seem really upset."

"Well it wasn't just today, he's been doing this so much. We haven't been on a proper date in months." You speak, crossing your arms. Scoffing, you place your hands on the counter. "But God forbid I miss a single phone call of his, and then he's all sulky the rest of the day, and they say I'm the dramatic one!"

"Well maybe it's time to call it quits then."

You blink, staring back at Haechan. "What?"

The thought had truly never crossed your mind, sure you were upset. But enough to break up with your boyfriend? Were things really that bad?

"It doesn't seem like you're benefiting from this relationship, that's all I'm saying." He speaks again, shrugging.

"Relationships aren't about benefiting!" You groan, throwing your hands up.

"I get that, but you don't even seem happy." He retorts, and he meant it. Every time you opened your mouth related to your boyfriend, it was a complaint or angry statement.

And you hated that he was a bit right. "I... I think I'm happy."

"You think? So you're not one hundred percent certain?" He asks, and you hate how hard you're thinking about it.

You were so unhappy.

That revelation led you to where you were at the moment. Bundled up in blankets as you mourned a relationship that you had ended.

And part of you stupidly blames Haechan, but you can barely justify why. All he did was open your eyes to how bad your relationship was.

Though you're still a bit annoyed that he planned the break up seed in your head, and that you had allowed it to bloom into a real course of action. It was definitely for the best, but it still hurt like hell.

So after refusing another forced day out, you were currently wallowing in self pity, watching the latest episode of your comfort show.

Truth be told, you hadn't lifted a finger all day, choosing to remain in bed. And you did that the next day as well, willing yourself to eat small meals Haechan left outside your door.

He didn't want to bother you too much, figuring you were taking this a bit harder than he thought. You seemed fine the other day, but he assumed the reality hit you.

But against all his restraint, he finally willed himself to knock on your door. He calls your name, to which he receives no answer. You're not in the mood for company, can't he just let you rot in your room?

The answer was no. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so..."

You admit, you giggle a little at his mention of your usual chore. But you barely will yourself to shout a little. "Do them yourself."

"I don't think so!" He complains, leaning against your closed door. "Last time I did them you said to never let me again."

You laugh, for the first time in a few days. "That's because you spent the entire time playing with bubbles instead of washing anything."

"Bubbles are cool, you're weird for not playing with them!" He responds, smiling at the little chuckle that leaves your lips.

"Go away." You speak, half-heartedly. "Let me decay in peace."

"No," He says, rolling his eyes. "Can I come in?"

"I haven't bathed in two days."

"That can be arranged, I'll help you wash your hair after." He offers, and you're thankful for it.

"Okay," You speak, wiping the stray tears residing on your face. You will yourself to get out of bed, standing by your door. You can see the shadow of his feet under it, and you grin. "Thank you Haechan."

"Anytime." He says, and you feel your heart flutter a bit at that.

He'd always be here for you, and he'd make sure you knew that.

[timeless-fanfic]

Chapter 5: The New Dawn

Word Count: 2240

Andrew x Reader

The night passed quietly, the kind of deep, restful sleep that wraps itself around you like a warm blanket. When I finally stirred, the first light of dawn was just beginning to filter through the small window of my room, casting a soft, golden glow across the floor. I lay there for a moment, listening to the sounds of the house waking up around me—the muted clatter of dishes in the kitchen, the low hum of voices, and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards.

There was something different about this morning, something that made me linger in bed a little longer than usual. Perhaps it was the knowledge that, for the first time in a long while, I wasn’t waking up alone. The presence of Jesus and His disciples, though still a bit surreal to me, had brought a sense of comfort and community that I hadn’t realized I was missing. It was as though their arrival had filled the house with an energy that had been absent for far too long.

After a few more minutes, I finally pushed myself up and out of bed, stretching my arms above my head to shake off the last remnants of sleep. The cool air of the morning brushed against my skin, refreshing and invigorating, as I slipped on my sandals and made my way out of the small room.

The main room of the house was already alive with activity. Elias was outside, drawing water from the well, while Miriam bustled about in the kitchen, her hands busy with the morning meal. The disciples were scattered about, some sitting quietly in prayer, others engaged in low conversation. As I entered the room, a few of them looked up and greeted me with kind smiles and nods, their expressions warm and welcoming.

I returned their greetings, feeling a strange mix of shyness and curiosity. Though I had never met these men before last night, there was something about them that put me at ease, as if they were old friends I had simply forgotten. As I moved through the room, I couldn’t help but notice how at peace they all seemed, even in the midst of their travels. It was a stark contrast to the restless energy that often plagued my own life, and I found myself wondering what it was that gave them such calmness.

Miriam caught my eye as I passed by the kitchen, waving me over with a smile. “Good morning,” she said, her voice soft and cheerful. “Did you sleep well?”

I nodded, returning her smile. “I did, thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept so soundly.”

“Good, good,” she replied, patting my arm affectionately. “There’s something about having a house full of guests that makes everything feel more alive, don’t you think?”

I couldn’t argue with that. The house did feel more alive, more vibrant than it had in weeks. As we spoke, I noticed that the others were beginning to gather around the table, drawn by the smell of the food Miriam was preparing. Elias came in from outside, carrying a large jug of water, and set it down with a grunt.

“Ah, there you are,” he said when he saw me, his voice gruff but fond. “Thought you might have slept through breakfast.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Not today, Elias. I wouldn’t miss one of Miriam’s meals for the world.”

He grinned, his weathered face creasing into a smile. “That’s what I like to hear. Now, come on, let’s get everyone fed. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

As we all gathered around the table, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for these simple moments of togetherness. There was something so comforting about the routine of sharing a meal, of being surrounded by people who cared for one another, even if they had only just met. It was a feeling I had missed for far too long, and I found myself silently thanking whatever force had brought these men to our door.

The conversation flowed easily as we ate, the disciples sharing stories of their travels and the people they had met along the way. Jesus, though mostly quiet, listened intently, occasionally offering a word of wisdom or encouragement that seemed to resonate deeply with everyone at the table. There was a lightness in the air, a sense of shared purpose that made the morning feel almost sacred.

As the meal began to wind down, I noticed that Andrew, the disciple I had exchanged glances with the night before, was sitting quietly at the end of the table, his gaze distant as if lost in thought. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to approach him, curious about the man who had captured my attention so unexpectedly.

“Good morning,” I said as I sat down beside him, offering a small smile. “You seem deep in thought.”

He looked up, startled out of his reverie, and returned my smile with one of his own. “Good morning,” he replied, his voice warm. “Yes, I suppose I am. It’s hard not to be, in the presence of such wisdom.”

I nodded, understanding what he meant. There was something about Jesus that drew people in, that made them reflect on their own lives and choices in a way that felt both gentle and profound.

“I’ve been thinking a lot too,” I admitted, my voice quiet. “About everything that’s happened, and about where I’m meant to go from here.”

Andrew’s expression softened, and he leaned in slightly, as if to make sure I knew he was listening. “And what have you decided?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I tried to put my thoughts into words. “I’m not sure yet. It’s all so new to me… this place, these people. It’s hard to know what’s right, what path I should take.”

He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “I understand. But I think you’re stronger than you realize. You’ve already come so far, and you’ve done so much good. Maybe the path isn’t as unclear as you think.”

His words were comforting, and I felt a small spark of hope light up within me. Perhaps he was right—perhaps I had been so focused on the uncertainty that I had forgotten to see the progress I had already made.

Before I could respond, a voice from across the room called out, breaking the quiet moment between us. It was John, one of the other disciples, who seemed to be in high spirits this morning.

“Andrew! Are you going to sit there all day, or are you going to help with the packing?” he teased, a playful grin on his face.

Andrew laughed, the sound light and easy. “All right, all right, I’m coming!” he called back, giving me an apologetic look as he stood up. “Duty calls, I suppose.”

I smiled, nodding in understanding. “Thank you for the conversation, Andrew. It was… nice.”

He returned my smile, a hint of something more in his eyes. “The pleasure was mine. Perhaps we’ll have another chance to talk later.”

With that, he turned and made his way over to where John was waiting, leaving me to my thoughts once more. As I watched him go, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of connection to this man I had only just met. There was something about him that made me feel… seen, in a way I hadn’t in a long time.

The rest of the morning passed quickly, the house buzzing with activity as the disciples prepared to continue their journey. I helped where I could, gathering blankets and filling water jugs, making sure everyone had what they needed for the road ahead. It was a busy, bustling scene, but there was a sense of quiet joy in the air, a feeling of purpose that seemed to drive everyone forward.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting warm light over the small courtyard outside, I found myself pausing for a moment, taking it all in. The sounds of laughter and conversation, the sight of these men—so different from one another, yet united by a common goal—working together in harmony, the feeling of being part of something greater than myself… it was all so overwhelming, and yet so beautiful.

Finally, when everything was ready, Jesus gathered His disciples together, speaking softly to them as they prepared to leave. There was a sense of reverence in the air as they listened to Him, their faces filled with a quiet determination.

Elias and Miriam stood nearby, watching with expressions of pride and respect. I joined them, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for these two people who had taken me in without question, who had given me a place to belong.

As the disciples began to file out of the courtyard, heading towards the road that would take them to their next destination, Jesus paused and turned back to us. His gaze was warm, filled with a kindness that seemed to see right through to the heart.

“Thank you for your hospitality,” He said, His voice gentle. “You have opened your home to us, and for that, we are deeply grateful.”

Elias nodded, his voice thick with emotion. “It was our honor, Rabbi. May God bless you and keep you on your journey.”

Jesus smiled, a small, peaceful smile that seemed to light up the entire courtyard. “And may He bless you as well. Until we meet again.”

I expected Him to turn and leave with the others, but instead, Jesus held my gaze, His expression thoughtful. There was something in His eyes, something that seemed to speak directly to my soul, as if He could see every doubt, every fear, and every hope I held within me.

“Will you join us?” He asked, His voice calm but carrying a weight that made my heart skip a beat.

I blinked, taken aback by the question. “Join you?”

“Yes,” He replied, nodding gently. “There is a place for you with us, if you wish it. You have a gift, one that could bring healing and hope to many. The path we walk is not an easy one, but it is filled with purpose. If you choose to walk it with us, you will never walk alone.”

The weight of His words settled over me like a heavy blanket, both comforting and overwhelming. My heart raced as I tried to process what He was offering. A part of me felt drawn to it, to the idea of traveling with these men who seemed so sure of their purpose, who had found a way to serve something greater than themselves. But another part of me hesitated, unsure if I was ready to leave behind the life I had built here, the people I had grown to love.

I glanced over at Elias and Miriam, searching their faces for some kind of guidance. They were watching me closely, their expressions a mix of pride, concern, and understanding. Miriam gave me a small nod, her eyes filled with encouragement, while Elias simply folded his arms across his chest, waiting for me to decide.

The silence stretched on, each heartbeat pounding in my ears as I weighed my options. It would be so easy to say no, to stay in the comfort of the familiar, to continue the work I had started here. But something deep within me—a small, insistent voice—urged me to take a chance, to step into the unknown and see where this new path might lead.

Finally, I met Jesus’s gaze again, feeling a strange sense of calm settle over me as I made my decision.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Then, with more certainty, I repeated, “Yes, I will join you.”

A warm smile spread across Jesus’s face, and He reached out to gently touch my arm. “Then let us walk together.”

The decision made, a mix of fear and excitement surged through me, but beneath it all was a sense of peace—peace in knowing that I had chosen to follow a path that felt true to who I was becoming.

As we prepared to leave, I turned to Elias and Miriam, gratitude welling up in my chest. “Thank you,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

Miriam pulled me into a tight embrace, her voice choked with tears. “You’ve brought so much light into our lives, dear. Go and spread that light wherever you go.”

Elias placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm but comforting. “We’ll miss you, but we know this is the right choice for you. Go with God, and know that you’ll always have a home here.”

With one last look at the place that had become my refuge, I turned and joined Jesus and His disciples as they began their journey. As we walked away from the familiar, my heart swelled with a sense of purpose, knowing that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in my life—one that would be filled with challenges, growth, and the possibility of making a difference in the world. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, I felt ready to face it. Whatever lay before me, I knew I wouldn’t be facing it alone.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Quick (and odd) question: How and where do the smaller "x reader" writers fit into the HH fic community? It kind of seems like the more prolific writers have an easier time fitting in compared to folks who write one-shots or have less time to write in general. I've wanted to try sharing stuff, but to be frank, my self-esteem is far too low to try and "compete" for interactions, and the atmosphere on Tumblr feels cliquey, for lack of a better term. Maybe that's just something internal that I have to get over, but any input is certainly appreciated!

I can totally see Tumblr feeling cliquey! I think that's a really fair statement, tbh.

Read more cut because I'm a wordy bitch who loves to see others thrive!

Here's some things I've noticed- I originally was a x OC writer. Both in Hazbin and before Hazbin and in switching from x OC to x Reader, I gained significantly more traction. That being said, I still very much write as if they're OCs, just keeping their appearance understated and or void, depending on if it's a one shot or a series.

So in that sense, I do think x Reader has a much larger share of the fandom. I would even say it's a larger share than x Canon. That being sad, it very much depends on who the Canon characters are. Alastor has a huge readership base, Vox trickles in. Lucifer is hit and miss, likely due to my own tagging issues running up against the fact that there is a lot of shows with Lucifer characters that people are thirsty for.

I've very much carved out my place here and you can to! You see, I joined hazbin after the series was done airing and all the friend groups were already cemented. I approached things *wanting* traction and numbers so I very much looked at how others were tagging and made sure my tagging was on point (except lucifer- I can't with that man for some reason).

Nonny- I invite you to come back and tell me what your goals are for your writing? Just post and have some people like it? If that's the case, do it! Post it! Engage with those who comment and reblog AND comment/reblog those that you write. That's how you'll make friends in the community and get yourself a little slice of the pie.

If you're wanting to grow your slice, that's a little more complicated. You've got to balance being yourself, personable and marketing. Visuals go a long way. Banners grab attention. Clean posts, read more cuts, comprehensive warnings all help a lot.

This feels and sounds arrogant to say but don't hesitate to interact with the bigger blogs like me (I'm such an arrogant bitch, god help me). We're all just people and while I know some of the big blogs here are rather closed friend groups, many will gladly respond and interact back.

I've been accused of being rather prolific myself and tbh, that just comes down to different writing goals. I strive to publish original fiction and so my approach to fanfic is a lot different than someone who just writes for fun. Every series is *practice* to me and every one shot is a chance to explore or practice something smaller.

I fear I've been a bit all over the place with this response but to your original question- how and where do small writers and one shot writers fit in the community: They're seasoning! You can't have a dish without seasoning! They're so important.

Tbh right now they're also filling a void. In the last six months or so, I've seen countless writers drop off. I can see based on my stats on AO3 and tumblr that readers are hungry for content. That being said, it's important to hedge your expectations. Most readers are lazy. You'll get more hits on AO3 than you do kudos or comments. You'll get more likes than comments or reblogs.

I've got pretty limited time during this season (plants gotta go in the ground) but I'll be happy to help you get rolling, even if it's just advice to a nonny along the way.

Oh, and you can copy and past the tags from my fanfic posts on here if you want to cheat to quickly gather a list of x reader tags I use every time for that given character.

Idk if any of this made sense. I need to drink my coffee and get MisD out lol

[shiorihyugawrites]

Steadfast Hearts

In the aftermath of global war, alliances are forged, and new bonds are tested. Dr. Tiana Belrose, a brilliant Androsian engineer, arrives in Paradis with cutting-edge technology, her country's hopes on her shoulders, and a guarded heart. Her brilliant inventions are the reason why Marley invaded and ravaged her country, but Tiana refuses to sit back and do nothing.

Assigned to be her personal guard, the stoic and battle-hardened Captain Levi Ackerman is known for his discipline, but as they spend countless hours together, he finds himself drawn to the woman he’s sworn to protect.

In the midst of battles against Marley, political intrigue, and the weight of their responsibilities, an unexpected romance begins to blossom between two unlikely hearts. As tensions rise on the battlefield and within their own ranks, Levi and Tiana must navigate their feelings in a world that doesn’t allow for weakness.

Love was the last thing either of them expected to find in the midst of war, but it may be the only thing that saves them. (Levi x Black OC)

Chapter Forty Five

The mood in the headquarters was electric with anticipation. The scouts were busy preparing for their upcoming trip to Androsia, packing their gear and discussing what lay ahead. The air was filled with a sense of excitement, curiosity, and a bit of nervousness. This would be their first time leaving Paradis for a nation other than Marley, and they didn’t know what to expect.

Tiana was moving from scout to scout, her face lit up with an infectious smile. She couldn’t hide her excitement, her eyes sparkling as she spoke. “You all are going to love Androsia,” she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “It’s nothing like Paradis or Marley. It’s… alive. Vibrant.”

Eren paused from where he was tightening the straps on his pack, looking up with interest. “What’s it like?” he asked, genuinely curious. “I mean, besides what you’ve already told us.”

Tiana’s smile widened, and she clasped her hands together, her eyes bright. “It’s like a perpetual summer,” she explained, her voice filled with warmth. “The temperature is hot all year round. There’s no real winter, just endless sunshine. The waters are crystal blue, so clear you can see the coral reefs from the shore. And the sun… it’s always shining so brightly. Everything just feels… alive.”

Sasha, who had been listening intently, looked up from her own preparations, her eyes wide with excitement. “What about the food?” she asked eagerly. “Is it true you have spices and flavors we’ve never even heard of?”

Tiana nodded, laughing softly at Sasha’s typical question. “Oh, absolutely,” she confirmed. “Androsian cuisine is rich with spices and flavors. We use a lot of fresh ingredients—fruits, vegetables, seafood. Our dishes are full of flavor, and there’s always something new to try. Trust me, Sasha, you’re going to love it.”

Sasha’s mouth watered at the thought, and she grinned. “I can’t wait!”

Hange, who had been scribbling in a notebook nearby, glanced up with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes. “And what about the culture?” she asked, her voice filled with academic interest. “The music, the traditions… what should we expect?”

Tiana’s eyes sparkled as she spoke, clearly in her element. “The culture is rich and diverse,” she said, her voice almost reverent. “Music is a huge part of life in Androsia. There are so many different styles—soca, calypso, reggae, and more. You’ll hear it everywhere you go, people dancing and singing in the streets. It’s like a constant celebration. The people are warm and welcoming, always ready to share a meal or a story. And we have festivals all year round—celebrations of life, love, and community.”

Jean, who had been listening with a skeptical expression, raised an eyebrow. “And the weather?” he asked. “You said it’s hot all year. How hot are we talking?”

Tiana chuckled, shaking her head. “It can get pretty hot,” she admitted. “Especially during the peak of the day. But there’s always a breeze from the ocean, and the evenings are cooler. You’ll get used to it. Just remember to stay hydrated and wear light clothing.”

Mikasa, who had been quietly observing, glanced over at Tiana, her expression thoughtful. “It sounds… different,” she said softly. “But in a good way.”

Tiana nodded, her smile softening. “It is different,” she agreed. “But that’s what makes it special. I can’t wait for you all to experience it.”

Armin, who had been packing his maps and books, looked up with a thoughtful expression. “Androsia sounds like a paradise,” he mused. “It must be hard for you, being away from it for so long.”

Tiana’s smile faltered slightly, a hint of melancholy creeping into her eyes. “It has been,” she admitted quietly. “I miss my home, my family. But I know why I’m here. And I wouldn’t trade my time here with all of you for anything.”

Levi, who had been listening from a short distance away, approached, his expression softening as he looked at Tiana. “You’re going home now,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. “And we’re coming with you.”

Tiana’s eyes met his, and a smile slowly spread across her face. “Yes,” she said softly. “And I’m so glad. You’re all going to see a different side of the world, a side that’s… more than just war and Titans.”

Eren nodded, his eyes bright with determination. “And we’ll learn from it,” he said firmly. “We’ll learn how to fight better, how to survive better. That’s what this is about, right?”

Tiana nodded. “Exactly,” she replied. “It’s about learning, growing stronger together. Androsia has a lot to offer, and I know you all have a lot to teach us too.”

Floch, standing off to the side with a skeptical frown, muttered, “I’m not sure how much we can learn from a place that sounds like a vacation spot.”

Connie elbowed him with a grin. “Oh, come on, Floch. Lighten up. You’ll probably be the first one dancing in the streets once we get there.”

Floch grumbled something under his breath, but a small smile tugged at his lips despite himself.

Erwin, who had been standing quietly with his arms crossed, observing the exchanges, finally spoke. “This mission isn’t just about learning new tactics or training with new allies,” he said, his deep voice commanding attention. “It’s about building trust, forging bonds. Androsia is our ally now, and we must treat them as such.”

He turned to Tiana, his expression serious but respectful. “Thank you for sharing your home with us, Dr. Belrose. We’ll do our best to honor it.”

Tiana smiled, her heart swelling with pride and warmth. “Thank you, Commander,” she said softly. “I know this will be a good experience for all of us.”

As the scouts continued their preparations, Tiana felt a surge of excitement bubbling up inside her. She couldn’t wait to see the looks on their faces when they stepped onto Androsian soil, felt the warmth of the sun on their skin, heard the music in the air. It was a chance for them to see a different side of the world, a side that was full of life and hope.

And she couldn’t wait to share it with them—especially with Levi, who had become such an important part of her life. The thought of seeing him in Androsia, experiencing her home with her, filled her with a joy she could hardly contain.

As she glanced over at him, their eyes met, and she saw the same excitement reflected back at her. They were going home—together. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side, as partners, as allies, and as something more.

…

The scouts and the Androsian soldiers bustled around the airship, loading their luggage and securing their gear for the journey to Androsia. The atmosphere was a mix of excitement and nerves, as the scouts exchanged glances, some murmuring about what lay ahead.

Demetri, with his usual precision, was at the helm, running through his pre-flight checks. His artificial voice rang out periodically with instructions and status updates, ensuring everything was in order. His calm demeanor provided a sense of stability, a steady hand guiding them through the skies.

Isaac, on the other hand, was sulking in a corner of the airship, arms crossed, his face twisted in a frown. He cast occasional glares toward Tiana and Levi, clearly unhappy about how things had turned out. His father's proposal to have the scouts come to Androsia had crushed his hopes of separating Tiana and Levi, and now he was stuck watching them together.

Tiana, however, paid Isaac no mind. She was too busy talking Levi’s ear off, her face alight with excitement as she rambled on about Androsia. Levi listened quietly, his usual stoic expression softened by a faint smile as he watched her. He loved seeing her like this—so full of life and passion. It was a side of her he had come to cherish.

“You’re going to love it, Levi,” Tiana gushed, her hands gesturing animatedly as she spoke. “Androsia is so different from Paradis. The people, the culture… everything is just so vibrant. And my family, oh, they’re going to love you. Well, maybe not at first,” she added with a small, teasing grin.

Levi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Not at first?” he repeated, his tone dry but his eyes amused.

Tiana laughed, nodding. “Yeah, my dad… he might try to give you a hard time,” she admitted. “He’s very protective, especially since we’ve been away from home for so long. But don’t take it personally. He means well. Once he sees how much you mean to me… he’ll come around.”

Levi’s gaze softened at her words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I can handle it,” he said simply. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

Tiana chuckled, leaning in closer to him. “I don’t doubt that,” she replied, her voice warm. “Just… be patient with him. And with my sisters, too. They’re going to be all over you, asking a million questions. They’ve never met anyone like you before.”

Levi smirked slightly. “Anyone like me?” he echoed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tiana shrugged, her smile playful. “You know… strong, stoic, mysterious. The kind of guy who’s fought Titans and lived to tell the tale. They’re going to think you’re a hero.”

Levi rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but feel a little flattered. “I’m not a hero,” he muttered. “Just doing my job.”

Tiana’s eyes softened as she looked at him, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze his. “You’re my hero,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Levi’s heart skipped a beat at her words, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze in return. “You’re mine too,” he replied quietly, his gaze never leaving hers.

Isaac, who had been watching their interaction from across the airship, scowled deeply. His frustration was palpable, and he couldn’t stand seeing Tiana so close to Levi, so happy. He had spent years trying to win her over, and now he had to watch her fall in love with someone else. It was infuriating.

Jean noticed Isaac’s dark expression and nudged Connie, whispering, “Look at him. If looks could kill, Captain Levi would be dead a hundred times over.”

Connie snickered, glancing over at Isaac. “He’s been like that since we got on the ship,” he whispered back. “I don’t get why he doesn’t just give up. It’s obvious Tiana’s crazy about Levi.”

Armin, overhearing their conversation, leaned in. “It’s not that simple for him, you know,” he said quietly. “Isaac’s had feelings for Tiana for years. He probably thought he’d have a chance when they went back to Androsia.”

“Yeah, well, tough luck,” Jean muttered. “Levi’s not going anywhere, and neither is Tiana. Isaac better get used to it.”

Meanwhile, Hange was up near the cockpit, chatting animatedly with Demetri. “So, Demetri,” she said, her eyes wide with excitement. “Tell me more about how you’re planning to navigate this flight. What’s the estimated arrival time? And what kind of weather can we expect on the way?”

Demetri responded in his calm, measured tone, providing detailed answers to each of Hange’s questions. “Estimated arrival time in Androsia is approximately fourteen hours, weather conditions permitting. Current forecasts suggest clear skies and favorable wind patterns, so we should have a smooth journey.”

Hange clapped her hands together, grinning. “Excellent! I can’t wait to see Androsia. Tiana’s descriptions make it sound like a paradise!”

Erwin, who had been standing nearby, overseeing the preparations, couldn’t help but smile at Hange’s enthusiasm. “It will be a good opportunity for all of us,” he said, his voice steady. “To learn, to grow, and to strengthen our alliance with Androsia.”

Sasha, who had been eagerly listening in, chimed in, “I just can’t wait to try the food! Tiana says they have all kinds of spices we’ve never even heard of. It’s going to be amazing!”

Eren chuckled, adjusting his gear as he prepared for takeoff. “Trust you to think about food first, Sasha.”

Sasha grinned unabashedly. “Hey, everyone has their priorities!”

Mikasa, standing quietly next to Eren, nodded in agreement. “It’s going to be an interesting experience,” she said softly. “I’ve never been anywhere like Androsia before. I’m looking forward to seeing it.”

Tiana beamed at the scouts, her excitement contagious. “You’re all going to love it,” she promised. “Androsia is like nothing you’ve ever seen. It’s vibrant, alive… you’ll see.”

As the airship’s engines roared to life and Demetri began the ascent, Tiana’s heart swelled with a mix of emotions—excitement, anticipation, and a touch of nervousness. She was going home, but this time, she was bringing a new family with her. And with Levi by her side, she felt ready for whatever lay ahead.

Levi watched her, his gaze steady and reassuring. He could see how much this meant to her, how much she wanted to share her world with them. And for her, he would do whatever it took to make this journey a success.

The airship lifted into the sky, the scouts and Androsians feeling the gentle pull of ascent. And as they soared higher, leaving Paradis behind, they looked ahead with hopeful eyes, ready to embrace whatever awaited them in the land of endless summer.

As the airship settled into its flight path, the scouts began to relax, finding their places around the vessel. The hum of the engines provided a steady background noise, and the smoothness of the ride was a far cry from their previous, less comfortable experiences.

Jean stretched his arms, letting out a contented sigh as he looked around the interior. “I’ve gotta hand it to Tiana,” he said, shaking his head in appreciation. “She really outdid herself with this one. Remember the old airship? I can’t believe we used to cram into that thing for long trips. No seats, no beds… just a metal box in the sky.”

Connie nodded vigorously, plopping down onto one of the bunk beds with a grin. “No kidding,” he agreed. “I still have back pains from that last trip. This,” he said, patting the mattress beneath him, “is a dream come true.”

Sasha, never one to stay put for long, had already made her way to the kitchenette, her eyes wide with excitement as she opened the small refrigerator and cabinets. “And look at this!” she exclaimed, pulling out a loaf of bread and some fresh fruit. “We’ve got real food in here! Not just those hard rations they used to give us. Tiana is an absolute genius!”

Armin, seated at a small table in the common area with his maps and books spread out, looked up with a smile. “It’s definitely a step up,” he agreed. “Tiana thought of everything. She knew exactly what we’d need for a long trip like this.”

Mikasa, sitting beside him with a cup of tea she’d brewed in the kitchenette, nodded. “She really cares about us,” she said softly. “About making sure we’re comfortable. It makes a difference.”

Hange was already up, exploring every corner of the airship with childlike wonder. “And did you see the bathrooms?” she called out, poking her head out of a doorway. “Actual running water! We can wash up properly! No more stinking after a long flight!”

Eren chuckled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “I think we’re all grateful for that,” he said, glancing around at his comrades. “This airship is like a home away from home. We’re lucky to have it.”

Levi, standing near the cockpit, watched the scouts with a small, satisfied smile. He could see how much they were enjoying the new accommodations, and it warmed his heart to see them so at ease. He glanced over at Tiana, who was standing beside him, her expression filled with pride and happiness.

“You’ve made quite an impression on them,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of admiration.

Tiana blushed slightly, a modest smile on her lips. “I just wanted to make sure everyone was comfortable,” she replied. “We’ve been through so much… you all deserve a little bit of comfort.”

Levi’s smile widened just a fraction. “You did good,” he said simply. “This is more than just comfort. You’ve given them something to look forward to.”

Tiana’s eyes softened as she looked up at him. “I’m glad,” she said softly. “I wanted this trip to be special. Not just for me, but for all of us.”

Levi reached out, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve done that,” he said. “Androsia will be lucky to have us. And we’re lucky to have you.”

Tiana’s heart swelled at his words, and she squeezed his hand back, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Thank you, Levi,” she whispered. “That means a lot.”

Isaac, sitting at the far end of the common area, watched them with a sour expression. He couldn’t stand how close they were, how easily Levi seemed to fit into Tiana’s life. It grated on him, a constant reminder of what he’d lost. He muttered under his breath, his mood darkening further.

Hange, always quick to pick up on tension, slid over to Isaac with a mischievous grin. “You look like you’re about to explode,” she said teasingly. “What’s the matter, Isaac? Still can’t stand seeing Levi and Tiana together?”

Isaac scowled, not in the mood for Hange’s playful jabs. “Mind your own business, Hange,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the floor.

Hange chuckled, unfazed by his attitude. “Oh, come on, lighten up,” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “We’re all going to Androsia to learn and grow together. Who knows, maybe you’ll find someone else to set your sights on.”

Isaac shot her a glare but didn’t respond, choosing instead to stew in his frustration.

Back in the kitchenette, Sasha had already begun assembling a sandwich, her stomach growling. “Hey, Tiana,” she called out between bites. “When we get to Androsia, can you take us to one of those markets you mentioned? The ones with all the fresh spices and food?”

Tiana laughed, nodding eagerly. “Of course, Sasha,” she promised. “I’ll take you to the best market in my hometown. You’ll love it. There are so many different stalls—spices, fruits, vegetables, fresh fish… it’s like a food paradise.”

Sasha’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I can’t wait!” she exclaimed, taking another big bite of her sandwich.

Jean leaned back in his seat, a smirk on his face. “You’re just excited about the food, aren’t you?”

Sasha shrugged, unashamed. “Hey, food is important! You can’t fight on an empty stomach.”

Connie chimed in, laughing. “She’s not wrong.”

Eren, watching the lively interactions among his friends, felt a sense of peace settle over him. It had been a long time since they’d all been able to relax like this, to enjoy each other’s company without the immediate threat of danger. This trip was already proving to be a welcome change.

As the hours passed, the airship continued its smooth flight across the vast ocean separating Paradis from Androsia. The scouts settled into their routines—some napped in the bunk beds, others played cards or chatted in the common area. There was a sense of camaraderie, a shared anticipation for the adventure ahead.

Levi, ever watchful, stood by the window, gazing out at the endless expanse of water below. Tiana joined him, leaning against the wall beside him. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she said softly, her voice filled with wonder. “The ocean… it’s so vast. Makes you realize how big the world really is.”

Levi nodded, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly. “It’s a big world. And there’s a lot we don’t know about it.”

Tiana smiled, reaching out to touch his arm. “But we’re learning,” she said gently. “And we’re doing it together. That’s what matters.”

Levi turned to look at her, his expression softening. “Yeah,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper. “That’s what matters.”

As the airship soared on, carrying them closer to Androsia, there was a feeling of hope in the air—a sense that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. And for now, that was enough.

…

Fourteen hours later, the airship descended smoothly, its shadow gliding over the glittering blue water below. The scouts peered out of the windows, eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the crystal-clear ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape, making the water shimmer like a sea of diamonds.

Ahead, a small island began to come into view, its lush greenery and pristine beaches a stark contrast to the harsh landscapes of Paradis and Marley. Androsia. The scouts could hardly believe their eyes. It was like something out of a dream—a paradise unlike anything they had ever seen.

“Wow…” Sasha breathed, her face pressed against the glass as she stared at the island. “It’s… beautiful.”

Armin nodded, his expression filled with awe. “I’ve read about places like this in books,” he said softly. “But seeing it in person… it’s something else.”

Eren, standing next to him, nodded in agreement. “Yeah,” he murmured. “It’s… incredible.”

Mikasa glanced over at Tiana, who was standing near the cockpit, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and emotion. “This is your home,” she said quietly, a small smile on her lips. “It’s beautiful, Tiana.”

Tiana’s smile widened, her heart swelling with pride. “Thank you, Mikasa,” she replied softly. “It feels so good to be back.”

Demetri, ever the skilled pilot, guided the airship with precision, bringing it in for a gentle landing at the docking area. The moment the airship touched down, the scouts could hear the sounds of music drifting up from the ground—a lively, rhythmic beat that made their hearts race with excitement.

As they disembarked, the scouts were greeted by a vibrant scene. The Androsians had lined up outside to welcome them, their faces beaming with joy and excitement. Musicians played lively tunes on drums and flutes, while dancers in brightly colored outfits twirled and moved to the rhythm, their feet moving in sync with the beat. It was a celebration—a joyous welcome for their new allies and a heartfelt homecoming for their countryfolk.

Jean’s eyes widened as he took in the scene, his mouth hanging open slightly. “Is… is this all for us?” he asked, incredulous.

Tiana nodded, her eyes shining with emotion. “Yes,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “Androsians know how to welcome their guests. This is our way of showing our gratitude and friendship.”

Connie grinned, his eyes dancing with excitement. “I could get used to this,” he said, tapping his foot to the beat of the music. “This is amazing!”

Hange was practically vibrating with excitement, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched the dancers. “This is incredible!” she exclaimed. “The music, the dancing… it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before!”

Erwin, standing at the front of the group, nodded in approval, his eyes scanning the crowd. “It’s a warm welcome,” he said, his voice steady. “We’ll have to make sure to honor their hospitality.”

As the scouts began to mingle with the Androsians, exchanging greetings and friendly smiles, Tiana’s eyes searched the crowd, her heart pounding with anticipation. And then she saw them—her family, standing near the back, waiting for her.

“Mom! Dad! Ayanna! Nia!” Tiana cried out, her voice breaking with emotion. Without a second thought, she broke into a run, weaving through the crowd, her feet barely touching the ground.

Her mother, Amara, a tall woman with the same warm brown skin and bright eyes as Tiana, opened her arms wide, her face breaking into a tearful smile. “Tiana!” she called, her voice thick with emotion.

Tiana practically flew into her mother’s arms, burying her face in her shoulder as she hugged her tightly. Her mother’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close, her body shaking with sobs of relief and joy.

“Oh, my baby,” her mother cried, her voice choked with tears. “You’re home… you’re finally home…”

Tiana clung to her mother, her own tears streaming down her face. “I missed you so much, Mom,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I missed you all so much…”

Her father, Ezra, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a stern expression but gentle eyes, stepped forward, pulling Tiana into a tight hug. “Welcome home, Tiana,” he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. “We’re so proud of you.”

Tiana smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with love. “Thank you, Dad,” she whispered. “I’m so happy to be home.”

Her sisters, Ayanna and Nia, rushed forward, joining the embrace, their faces wet with tears. “We missed you so much, Tiana!” Ayanna cried, her voice filled with emotion. “It’s been so hard without you here…”

Nia nodded, her voice trembling. “But you’re back now,” she said, her eyes bright with tears. “And that’s all that matters.”

Levi watched from a distance, a small smile on his face as he saw Tiana reunited with her family. He could see how much this meant to her, how deeply she had missed them. His heart warmed at the sight, a feeling of contentment settling over him.

Hange sidled up beside him, a mischievous grin on her face. “Looks like someone’s feeling a little sentimental,” she teased, her voice low.

Levi rolled his eyes, but the smile didn’t leave his face. “Shut up, Hange,” he muttered, though there was no real heat in his words.

Hange chuckled, nudging him with her elbow. “Don’t worry, Levi,” she said, her tone more sincere. “You’ve made her happy. That’s what matters.”

Levi glanced at her, his expression softening. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “That’s what matters.”

Meanwhile, Isaac watched the reunion from a distance, his expression sour. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched Tiana surrounded by her family, her face glowing with happiness. And then his eyes flicked over to Levi, standing nearby, watching with that small, content smile on his face. It was infuriating.

The Prime Minister approached Isaac, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Let it go, Isaac,” he said quietly, his voice firm but gentle. “Tiana has made her choice. Respect it.”

Isaac clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. “I know,” he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. “But it doesn’t make it any easier.”

The Prime Minister nodded, understanding his son’s pain. “No, it doesn’t,” he agreed. “But you must move on. There are other things to focus on now—bigger things. The future of Androsia depends on it.”

Isaac took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. “I know,” he repeated, his voice a little steadier. “I know.”

As the celebration continued, the scouts and Androsians mingled, sharing stories and laughter, the air filled with the sounds of music and joy. For the first time in a long time, there was a sense of hope—of a new beginning. And as Tiana looked around, surrounded by her family and her new friends, she felt a deep sense of peace. She was home, and with Levi by her side, she knew everything was going to be okay.

…

Tiana wiped the tears from her eyes, her face still flushed with the joy of seeing her family again. She turned around, searching for Levi in the crowd. Spotting him a few steps away, she waved him over eagerly, a bright smile lighting up her face.

“Levi! Come here!” she called out, her voice full of excitement.

Levi, who had been hanging back to give Tiana her moment with her family, nodded and made his way over. His steps were steady, but there was a hint of apprehension in his eyes. Meeting Tiana's family for the first time wasn't something he had been mentally prepared for, especially with the warm Androsian sun beating down and the colorful, celebratory atmosphere all around. He adjusted his stance, trying to appear at ease despite the new situation.

As Levi approached, Tiana’s mother turned to him, her eyes appraising. She was a tall woman with a regal bearing, her dark hair tied back in a neat bun, her eyes filled with both warmth and curiosity. Her father, standing beside her, crossed his arms over his broad chest, his expression serious but not unkind. Her sisters, Ayanna and Nia, giggled and whispered to each other, their eyes wide with curiosity. And then there was Tiana’s grandmother, Tanya,, a small, elderly woman with a sharp, keen gaze that seemed to pierce right through him.

Tiana took Levi’s hand, squeezing it gently as she introduced him. “Mom, Dad, this is Levi Ackerman,” she said, her voice brimming with pride. “He’s… well, he’s very special to me.”

Levi inclined his head in a polite nod. “Ma’am, sir,” he greeted them, his tone respectful but firm. He could feel the weight of their scrutiny, particularly from Tiana’s father and grandmother.

Tiana’s mother stepped forward first, a warm smile spreading across her face as she extended her hand. “Levi Ackerman,” she repeated, her voice melodic and welcoming. “We’ve heard so much about you. Welcome to Androsia.”

Levi shook her hand, a hint of a smile touching his lips. “Thank you, ma’am,” he replied. “It’s an honor to be here.”

Tiana’s father, however, remained silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked Levi up and down. “So, you’re the one who’s been keeping my daughter safe,” he said finally, his tone even but laced with a hint of challenge.

Levi met his gaze head-on, his expression unflinching. “Yes, sir,” he answered, his voice steady. “I’ve done my best to protect her.”

Tiana’s father studied him for another long moment before a small, grudging smile broke through his stern facade. “Well, I suppose you’ve done a decent job of it,” he said, his tone softening just a bit. “She looks happy. That’s what matters.”

Levi gave a slight nod, understanding the weight behind his words. “That’s all I want,” he said simply.

Tiana’s sisters, Ayanna and Nia, couldn’t contain their giggles any longer. They stepped forward, practically bouncing with excitement. “So you’re the famous Captain Levi!” Ayanna exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Tiana’s told us all about you. How you’re this strong, stoic soldier who’s saved her life more times than she can count.”

Nia nodded eagerly, her grin wide. “She says you’re a hero,” she added, her tone teasing. “Is that true?”

Levi’s cheeks reddened slightly, and he glanced at Tiana, who was blushing herself. “I’m not a hero,” he muttered, a bit embarrassed. “Just doing my job.”

Tiana’s grandmother, who had been watching silently, finally spoke up, her voice sharp and commanding. “A humble soldier, then,” she said, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized him. “But I can see there’s more to you than meets the eye, Captain Levi.”

Levi nodded respectfully, feeling the weight of her gaze. “I do my best, ma’am,” he replied. “For Tiana and for my comrades.”

The old woman’s lips twitched in what might have been the start of a smile. “Good answer,” she said, her tone approving. “It’s clear to me why my granddaughter thinks so highly of you.”

Tiana’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and she laughed nervously. “Grandma,” she said, a bit flustered. “Please…”

Tanya chuckled, patting Tiana’s hand. “Oh, hush, child,” she said fondly. “Let an old woman have her fun.”

Amara stepped forward again, placing a hand on Levi’s shoulder. “We’re glad you’re here, Levi,” she said warmly. “Androsia is a safe place, but it means a lot to us to know that Tiana has someone like you by her side.”

Levi’s expression softened, and he nodded. “I’ll do everything I can to protect her,” he said quietly. “You have my word.”

Ezra finally extended his hand, his stern demeanor softening into something closer to acceptance. “Then you’re welcome here,” he said firmly. “As long as you take care of my daughter, you’ll have our respect.”

Levi shook his hand, his grip firm. “Thank you, sir,” he replied. “I won’t let you down.”

Tiana’s heart swelled with happiness as she watched the exchange. She could see her family warming up to Levi, and it filled her with a sense of pride and relief. She knew how much it meant to Levi to be accepted, and she was grateful that her family was open to seeing him for who he truly was.

Ayanna and Nia, still giggling, nudged each other and then turned to Tiana. “He’s cute,” Nia whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’ve got good taste, sis.”

Tiana blushed again, laughing softly. “Thanks, Nia,” she said, her eyes meeting Levi’s. “I think so too.”

Levi’s lips twitched into a small smile, and he gave Tiana’s hand another gentle squeeze. “You’re not too bad yourself,” he murmured, his tone low enough that only she could hear.

Amara clapped her hands together, her face beaming with happiness. “Alright, enough standing around,” she said cheerfully. “There’s a feast waiting for us! Let’s celebrate this homecoming properly!”

As the family and the scouts began to make their way towards the tables laden with food, Levi stayed close to Tiana’s side, his hand still holding hers. He could feel the warmth of her family’s welcome surrounding him, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he belonged somewhere.

Tiana leaned in close, her voice a soft whisper in his ear. “See?” she said, her tone teasing but affectionate. “I told you they’d like you.”

Levi chuckled, his heart light. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I guess you were right.”

And as the celebration continued, with music, dancing, and laughter filling the air, Levi allowed himself to relax, to enjoy the moment. Here, in this vibrant, beautiful place, surrounded by people who cared for him and for Tiana, he felt a sense of peace he hadn’t known in years. And for now, that was more than enough.

…

The lively celebration in Androsia continued well into the afternoon, the streets filled with the vibrant sounds of music and laughter. The rhythmic beat of drums, the melodic notes of flutes, and the rich harmonies of the local singers created an atmosphere of pure joy. The scouts, still in awe of the colorful spectacle around them, began to let loose, slowly succumbing to the infectious energy of the festivities.

Jean, who had been observing the dancers with curiosity, was the first to be pulled into the fray. A smiling young dancer grabbed his hand, tugging him forward with a playful grin. “Come on, Jean!” she laughed, her voice full of enthusiasm. “Dance with us!”

Jean stumbled slightly as he was pulled into the circle, his face a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “Uh, okay!” he stammered, trying to keep up with the dancer’s energetic moves. The crowd cheered and clapped along, encouraging him to join in.

Nearby, Connie and Sasha watched with wide grins, clearly enjoying the sight of Jean being dragged into the dance. “Look at him go!” Connie laughed, nudging Sasha with his elbow. “Who knew Jean had moves?”

Sasha giggled, clapping her hands. “I know, right? But I bet I could do better!” she declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Before Connie could reply, another dancer—a tall, athletic man with a broad smile—reached for Sasha’s hand, pulling her into the circle as well. “Come, join us!” he encouraged, his deep voice resonating above the music.

Sasha laughed, her initial surprise quickly turning into excitement. “Alright, let’s see what you got!” she challenged, her feet moving instinctively to the beat. She followed the dancer’s lead, twirling and stepping with surprising grace, her natural athleticism shining through.

Connie, not wanting to be left out, soon found himself pulled in by another dancer, a young woman with a twinkle in her eye. “Your turn!” she teased, pulling him close and spinning him around.

Connie stumbled a bit, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and determination. “Alright, alright!” he laughed, trying to match her rhythm. “But don’t expect anything fancy!”

Mikasa watched from the sidelines, her arms crossed but a small smile tugging at her lips as she saw her friends enjoying themselves. Armin, standing beside her, nudged her gently. “You should join them,” he suggested, his eyes bright with encouragement. “It looks like fun.”

Mikasa hesitated for a moment, then shook her head with a shy smile. “I’m not much of a dancer,” she admitted.

Eren, overhearing their conversation, smirked and stepped forward, grabbing Mikasa’s hand. “Come on, Mikasa,” he urged, pulling her into the circle despite her protests. “It’s a celebration! Just have fun.”

Mikasa let out a small laugh, her initial reluctance melting away as she allowed herself to be pulled into the dance. She moved with surprising fluidity, her steps more graceful than she had anticipated. Eren grinned, keeping pace with her, his usual serious demeanor replaced by a rare, carefree expression.

Hange, ever the energetic one, was already in the middle of the circle, dancing with abandon. Her wild hair bounced around her face as she moved, her laughter ringing out above the music. “This is amazing!” she shouted, twirling around with a local dancer who matched her energy. “I love this place!”

Erwin stood at the edge of the celebration, watching his comrades with a fond smile. Even he, the stoic leader of the scouts, felt a sense of warmth and contentment at seeing his team so at ease, so happy. The stress of their mission seemed to melt away in the face of this vibrant, welcoming culture.

Levi, still near Tiana, couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched his usually serious comrades letting loose. “They’re having a good time,” he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Tiana nodded, her eyes glowing with happiness as she watched her friends. “I’m glad,” she said. “They deserve to enjoy themselves. We all do.”

Just then, a group of young dancers approached Levi and Tiana, their eyes twinkling with mischief. “And you two!” one of them called out, pointing at Levi with a grin. “You should join us!”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly, a rare look of surprise crossing his face. “Uh, I don’t dance,” he said flatly, trying to wave them off.

But Tiana laughed, grabbing his hand. “Oh, come on, Levi,” she teased, her voice playful. “Live a little! It’s just dancing.”

Levi hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the idea, but the bright, eager look in Tiana’s eyes made it hard to refuse. He sighed, allowing her to pull him forward. “Fine,” he muttered, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “But don’t expect much.”

Tiana grinned, her heart swelling with affection for him. “That’s the spirit!” she cheered, guiding him into the circle.

The music shifted to a faster beat, the drums pounding with intensity, and the crowd around them cheered as Levi tried to keep up with Tiana’s movements. He was awkward at first, his steps stiff and unsure, but Tiana moved close, her body swaying to the rhythm as she guided his hands to her waist.

“Just follow my lead,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.

Levi’s heart raced as he felt her body move against his, her energy infectious. Slowly, he began to relax, allowing himself to follow her movements, his grip on her waist tightening slightly as he found his footing. The scouts watching from the sidelines cheered, their faces filled with surprise and delight.

“Go, Captain!” Connie shouted, pumping his fist in the air. “Show ’em what you got!”

Hange clapped her hands, laughing with joy. “Look at him go! I never thought I’d see Levi dance!”

Jean, still catching his breath from his own dancing, grinned. “I gotta say, he’s not half bad.”

Tiana beamed, her heart full as she saw Levi loosening up, his usual stern expression replaced by something softer, something almost resembling joy. She moved closer, her body brushing against his, and whispered, “See? You’re doing great.”

Levi’s lips twitched into a small smile, and he gave her waist a gentle squeeze. “I’m just following you,” he murmured back, his voice low but warm.

As the music played on, Levi and Tiana danced together, moving in sync with the rhythm. For a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world, their movements perfectly in tune, their connection undeniable. Around them, the celebration continued, but for Levi and Tiana, nothing else mattered.

As Levi swayed with Tiana to the vibrant beats of the Androsian music, he couldn't help but remember the first time he saw her dancing to that same intoxicating rhythm. The memory flooded back, vivid and alive, making his pulse quicken.

It had been a warm evening back at HQ when he’d unexpectedly walked into her room, only to find her lost in the music. Tiana had been wearing a white tube top that clung to her curves, and a green wrap tied around her waist that teased glimpses of her thick, toned leg as she moved. Her waist beads caught the light with each sway of her hips, and her anklet jingled softly, adding a unique layer to the melody.

Levi had stood frozen in the doorway, captivated by her fluid movements. He had never seen anyone dance like that before—so free, so sensual. Tiana's waist moved in a slow, deliberate wine, her hips tic-tocking to the beat with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. She was lost in her reflection, unaware of his presence until their eyes met in the mirror.

Tiana had turned with a mischievous grin, catching him staring. She didn’t hesitate. Instead, she reached out, pulling him into the room. "Come on, Captain," she teased, her voice low and playful. "Don’t just stand there. Dance with me."

Levi had been flustered beyond belief. He could handle a room full of Titans with a calm, steely gaze, but this—this was different. He had never felt so out of his depth, yet so entranced. When Tiana bent over, her hands on her knees, and gave him a slow wine, he thought he might pass out from how hot his face felt. The sway of her body against his, the feel of her hips moving with such confidence and rhythm—it had sent a shock of electricity through him, awakening feelings he didn’t know he could have.

Now, here they were, in the middle of a public celebration, and Tiana was dancing on him again. Her body moved with the same fluid sensuality, her waist rolling and hips swaying as if she were made of water. Levi could feel every motion against him, the memory of their first dance blending with the present. His hands rested on her waist, gripping just a little tighter than necessary as he tried to stay composed.

But Tiana knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned closer, her body pressing into his as she turned her face up to his, her breath warm against his ear. "Enjoying yourself, Captain?" she whispered, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Levi felt a surge of heat flood his cheeks. He tried to respond, but his voice caught in his throat. Instead, he whispered back, his tone strained, "Tiana... if you don’t stop, you’re going to make me lose it."

Tiana chuckled softly, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “And what’s wrong with that?” she teased, moving her hips in a way that made his breath hitch. “We’re just dancing.”

Levi’s eyes darted around them. The scouts were all immersed in their own dances, laughing and enjoying the moment. But out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Tiana’s father watching them from a distance, his expression a mixture of curiosity and guardedness.

Levi swallowed hard, his grip on Tiana’s waist tightening as he tried to keep his composure. “Your father… he’s watching us,” he muttered, his voice low and urgent.

Tiana laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Let him watch,” she said, a playful challenge in her tone. “He’ll just have to get used to seeing us together.”

Levi’s heart pounded in his chest. He was used to facing danger head-on, but this—being so close to Tiana in such a public setting, with her family’s eyes on them—felt like an entirely different kind of challenge. He could feel his body responding to her, his self-control slipping away with each tantalizing movement of her hips.

“Tiana,” he whispered again, his voice almost a growl this time. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

She smiled up at him, her eyes half-lidded with a mixture of affection and desire. “Oh, I think I do,” she replied softly, her lips brushing against his ear. “But don’t worry, Captain. I’ve got you.”

Levi felt a shiver run down his spine at her words, his resolve weakening. He knew he needed to pull back, to put some distance between them before he lost himself completely. But with Tiana’s body pressed so close to his, her scent surrounding him, it was becoming increasingly difficult to think straight.

Tiana must have sensed his struggle because she finally pulled back slightly, giving him a small, understanding smile. “Okay, okay,” she said softly, her tone a little more serious now. “I’ll behave… for now.”

Levi exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, grateful for the reprieve. He gave her a small nod, his expression softening. “Thank you,” he murmured, though his voice was still laced with tension.

Tiana leaned in close, her lips brushing against his cheek in a quick, affectionate kiss. “Anything for you, Levi,” she whispered.

Despite himself, Levi couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer, but keeping things more subdued. They continued to sway together, this time in a more modest rhythm, still close but not quite as provocative.

Across the way, Ezra watched them carefully, his expression thoughtful. He could see the way Levi’s demeanor shifted around Tiana—how he seemed both fiercely protective and deeply respectful of her. It was clear to him that this was more than just a simple infatuation. Whatever was between them, it was serious. 

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the celebration, Levi and Tiana continued to dance, their movements more subdued but still perfectly in sync. Around them, the scouts laughed and danced with the Androsians, the joy of the moment infectious.

For a little while longer, they could forget about the battles ahead and just enjoy the peace of the present, savoring the warmth of the sun, the rhythm of the music, and the simple pleasure of being together.

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1. Redemption - I really like looking at villains or just antagonistic characters and asking “Why did you do it?” and “If things were different, would you have made different choices?”. Obviously I don’t think bad decisions should be excused, but far too often I see villains/ antagonists either A) sacrifice themselves to absolve them of the consequences of their actions or B) apologize for their actions but never do anything further. I love writing villains/ antagonists who make the choice to apologize, take accountability for their actions and own them, and try to reconcile and do better for their communities. I like when characters choose to do the hard work of acknowledging their faults and becoming better people, proving it’s possible to come back (can you tell I really want Pride and Prejudice from Mr. Darcy’s POV?)

2. Religion/ Culture - I love exploring religion or religion-equivalents, how they function, and how characters interact with their religion, or religious around them that they’re not members of. In a similar vein, I love writing about culture and when a fictional culture isn’t completely fleshed out or has room for additions, I love adding little bits of my own culture to it (eg. detailing mandalorian formal tunics with Celtic embroidery). I also love writing cultural clashes, like what happens when two opposing cultures are forced to share space with each other. I just like it when characters learn that the other culture is full of different (but still important) things, and both sides learn to appreciate the other

3. Banter - who doesn’t love a good bit of banter? Honestly I don’t think writing banter is my strongest suit, but I love it anyways, especially sibling banter. As one of four kids with an additional gaggle of 30+ cousins, I really write how I think me and my siblings/ cousins would interact (or have interacted in the past) when I write banter. It always makes me giggle, and I love giving my characters siblings/ friends who are as close as siblings for this reason. I also love the tension and excitement that comes with writing romantic banter, especially if the characters aren’t together yet. Delicious stuff

4. Forged Family - you’ve seen found family, this is the same dish but with a hint of forced proximity and trauma. I like writing about found family where the family bonds form because the characters have suffered so much together and still choose to protect and love each other like family. The sentiment is very “I’m stuck with you, but I’d also choose to love you in every lifetime”

5. Rivals to Lovers - in same vein as banter, but different. I like a good conflict, I like the tension, I like the slow build/ melting of ice that comes with rivals to lovers. Specifically I like it best when the conflict comes from external/ cultural reasons and not miscommunication. I just think it’s juicer when the rivals actually have to learn to get along because they’re different in ways that cause friction, rather than they’re not having an important conversation that could solve everything. Almost all of my favourite ships are rivals to lovers, and I like to put the ones that aren’t into situations where they are (oops)

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[tblsomedoodles]

Plz tell me about George. I don't think we ever had an explanation for George

I have talked about him before, but it's been a while and i'm always down to talk about George! : ) He's had a few different versions (and his own au that i did nothing with. It is one of the early stops in Donnieverse though, so there's that.) but the i settled on now is done in such a way that

But George is my IRL turtle if he got mutated in Rise. IRL George is an Eastern Painted Turtle that my family has had for...21 years i believe. (i was little when we got him so i'm not entirely sure the age.)

(i know i've shared this photo before, but he's hard to photograph and this is the best one i've ever gotten.)

Character George is a 21 year old (or he is post krang) Mutated Eastern Painted Turtle that Draxum accidentally mutated six years before the cannon boys were created. He works in the Hidden City as a mechanic (and general handy-turtle when no one has a car for him to fix.)

He's Morgan's neighbor and tends to keep an eye out for them since Morgan doesn't exactly have anyone else. I think Morgan might have a summer job running customer service at his shop since communicating with clients is often hard for him since the only speach he's capable of is turtle noises like chirps and hisses. (he knows sign language but doesn't use it much since his version is altered and there's not a lot of clients that can understand it. If he has to communicate himself, he usually just writes it down quickly in a small pocket notebook.)

He is very protective of those he sees as family or friends, though he doesn't really have many. (morgan is counted as one of those. the cannon boys would be too if he ever gets the chance to meet them.)

He also loves cars. just absolutely adores them. He loves working on and fixing them up. As a result, he's almost always covered in oil or grease of some sort.

I wrote up a bit more on his backstory too, but it's long so i'm putting it under a break for those that want to keep reading.

Draxum had acquired a baby painted turtle from a human to study to figure out if turtles would be a good mutation base. He left bitty, unmutated George alone on a table that had like a petri dish of unfinished mutagen, and George got into it before Draxum could turn back around.

Because the mutagen was incomplete, his mutation isn't the same as the boys, and is a little more turtle like than they are. The main obvious differences being that he, like unmutated turtles, has no voicebox, and he has a tail.

Draxum never quite realized he had human-like intelegence. He knew he was smarter than an average turtle but baby George was pretty scared of him and, as a result, never did anything around Draxum that could have clued him in on how smart his accidental creation was. (i don't think baby george intentionally hid his intelegence, he was just too scared to act on what he understood if Drax was around.) Draxum did spend time trying to fix the missing voicebox 'issue' but was never able to. It left some surgical scars around his neck that present day George keeps covered.

He escaped Draxum's lab the day Lou blew it up (In his specific au, he escaped with baby Raph and baby Donnie, but otherwise he escapes alone) and ends up loose in the hidden city.

After a bit an old Mechanic yokai finds and helps him, eventually taking him in and teaching him how to fix cars. I think the yokai gifted him the garage/shop of his, either when he retired and went to live in hidden city Florida, or died of old age. Either way he ends up with the garage/shop that is his pride and joy. He loves that shop.

Anyways, that's about it! That's my George! He can now be found floating around the Hidden City in all my aus b/c I can put him there! Idk if he ever meets the cannon boys in any of them (maybe Seer Twins b/c of Donnie Friend-adopting Morgan) but he's there. : )

Thank you!

[greensagephase]

Since I started reading Nonviolent Communication, I got to know more about Mexican foodies. I’m from Belgium so we don’t have that many fancy things food and drink wise (or I’m just used to having them lol idk), so when I was reading your fic I kept on thinking what everything would taste like and how you prepare/eat these drinks and dishes. I also love discovering new things, so I was REALLY curious lmao.

Today was a really long day at work and ugh, it’s really freaking cold here so I decided to make café de olla. I mean, I like coffee a lot but this- omg. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH WTF SO THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING THESE THINGS IN YOUR STORY!!!! IT’S LIKE A HUG IN A MUG LOL 😭

Literally my face when I took a sip HAHA

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Omg, Luna!!!! I'm so happy you enjoy learning about the different dishes and drinks I've included in the story! I love having the opportunity to include a little bit about my culture and it's really amazing to see that you and one other reader has tried some of the food items mentioned! I remember there was someone who tried canelita a little while back and they really liked it! It just makes my heart so so happy!! 🥹

I'm glad you've tried it and that you loved it!! It really is like a hug in a mug and if you have pan dulce!!!? Even better!! 💕💕 I love coffee, like a lot, which is a reason why I've included coffee in the story so much (I'm lowkey wondering right now if there's one chapter in which I haven't brought up coffee somehow lol) but café de olla... IT HITS DIFFERENT!!!! Especially after a long and cold day!!! So, so happy you loved it and hopefully you can get your hands on some pan dulce so you can try that combo because!!! It's so good!! Thank you for sharing with me that you've tried café de olla, Luna!! This made me so happy!!💕

-Alondra

[atl4st]

i was washing the dishes we don't have a dishwasher in the place we live in and i accidentally broke an old plate.

the plate was older than me. it was once a thick white plate, now it has a tinge of yellow in it, since it was always sun-dried every time we wash it for many years. one might call it vintage, even. my lola has that same exact plate hidden in their cupboard and she's still using it to this day.

after seeing its once round figure turn into pieces of sharp glass, a bitter feeling dawned me, a feeling of regret, a feeling a bit similar to mourning, but not too strong. i carefully picked up the pieces, thinking of what i could've done to at least prevent it from breaking. there was no point in doing that, though. not even a prayer could bring a dead person back, how can it be different from an inanimate object?

yet, i've thought of its yellowish color, a sign of once a glorious past. how many foods have it served? how many washes did it go through to be this clean?

the plate has witnessed more dinners i could have. it must've heard the most genuine laughs and the most gut-wrenching sobs in our table. as i wrap it with a paper towel and disposed it, it felt like i was burying a once living and breathing person. it was alive in its broken state, at least for me.

i whispered 'sorry' to it. silly as this sounds, i've felt sympathy for a broken plate.

maybe, this is what makes a human, human. we are sentimental creatures that grow in each other's presence. we hold importance in what is deemed "useless" for it holds memories. we hold onto it because it was an evidence of the past—that it exists and it's not a fragment of our imagination.

we want to be remembered, even in the smallest things.

even in a piece of kitchenware,

or in a marked assignment back in 5th grade,

even in a patch of grass,

or in a tree trunk with our names carved on it.

like that piece of broken plate, i hoped for everyone to be remembered dearly, to mark our existence in this world, to prove that we thrived amongst the complexity of the cosmos.

so, the future generation will have the thought of everything we went through, the lives we lived, and the happiness it brought us. may they venture life with the same sentiment we shared, to build communities centered in belonging and care.

no matter how much they evolved physically and mentally, if we ever did see them with our eyes, i wish to see a trace of us in them. a piece of compassion, a piece of love, a piece of being human.

—the plate's eulogy // amos