#she would SO suit a pink turtleneck

[seypia]

allura the investigative reporter!!

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Bad Idea, Right? - Part 8

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

If things go according to plan, Eris and Y/N’s first official date could end in hot, steamy sex. Or, it could end in complete and utter chaos - because when do things ever go according to plan? Azriel almost has a good time, until he doesn’t. We also FINALLY meet Tamlin’s daughter.

Part 7 Part 7.5 Headcanon

Warnings: Alcohol, language, smutty content, assault with non-consensual kissing, breeding kink (kind of)

An evening breeze blew through Velaris sending a slight chill through the champagne golden silk dress I’d chosen for the evening. A caress of warmth rose up from the fingers I’d threaded through Eris’, heat continuing up my arm and throughout my body, counteracting the mild chill.

When he’d shown up to my door right on time, dressed in a deep forest green tailored suit with the top unbuttoned and a turtleneck that was - For one, so perfectly molded to his torso that I practically salivated as fantasies of licking his abs flashed through my mind. And two, conveniently matched my dress perfectly - I almost said “Fuck the date.” and jumped on him then and there.

He’d arrived carrying three things. A bouquet of hydrangeas for my mother, symbolizing gratitude for her grace with the current situation. Freesia bulbs for my little sister to add to her Sprite garden if she wished, a symbol of friendship. I realized the double meaning of it, to draw in sprites with wishes for friendship but also to symbolize their new budding friendship. My mother smiled softly as she realized it too.

For me, he’d brought a “Fire Poppy”, apparently native to his court. His hesitance to express the meaning of the flowers, told me enough. Fire. Passion. But the incredibly faint dust of pink on his freckled cheeks left me wondering if perhaps there was something more.

Father only appeared at the last moment to kiss my forehead and likely give a seething look toward Eris while doing so that warned, Just because I haven’t killed you yet doesn’t mean I won’t. Eris paid no mind.

And now here we were, walking through the streets of Velaris hand in hand. Eris’ focus remained intently upon me as I pointed out various shops that I would frequent. I pointed out one that I loved as a child and Azalea still adored. The window was decorated with paint splatters of primary colors that blended together into a rainbow mirroring the Sidra and inside floated hundreds of miniature fae lights imitating the skies of Night Court.

Eris paused as we stood before the shop. “Can we take a look inside?”

“Why?” I asked, genuinely perplexed by his interest in this shop of all the ones we’d wandered past.

“It’s a surprise.” He stated.

Because why would anything with Eris be anything but secretive?

Eris read my responding roll of the eyes for exactly what it was. “Surely you realize there is a difference between a surprise and a secret?”

I couldn’t help myself. “Many of your secrets have left me feeling quite surprised, Eris. Certainly you would realize that?”

He huffed a silent laugh leaving me on the street to go into the store. Set in my stubborn ways, I refused to let him win and stood outside waiting.

Eris was back by my side eight minutes later with a small canvas bag. I raised an eyebrow. “What’d you get?”

“Ah, if you wanted to know, you could have come in with me. Guess it’s my secret to keep.”

“Mother spare me. You are insufferable.” I muttered stepping ahead of him down the street. His long strides caught up with mine within a few steps.

He once again wound his fingers through mine. “You love it.”

And I hated that it was true.

“You’re not going to tell me what you got?”

“Just a gift for a friend.”

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Eris had reserved a table at Sevenda’s where Sevenda herself eagerly greeted us. She ushered us to a private section of the restaurant, lit with candles and within earshot of a performing pianist. She’d kissed me on the cheek and given Eris a respectful bow of the head before bringing out a mouthwatering appetizer of some delectable cheese sauce she’d recently added to her menu.

The secluded setting of our table, incandescent glow flickering off the candles, and soft melody floating in from the piano, all flowed together into a very intimate setting. Strange that I had bared myself to this male so many times, and performed every sexual act imaginable with him, yet I’d never felt so exposed to him as I did in this very moment.

Eris checked his blazer, and gods… I only ever wanted to see him in fitted turtle necks or absolutely fucking nothing again. The male was delicious and his gaze…. He was greedily drinking me in as if he’d splay me out on the table itself and feast. There was no way he couldn’t smell the arousal pouring off of me. I sure as hell could smell his, and it was far more mouthwatering than any of the glorious spices wafting through the restaurant.

Before I could give in to my instincts, Eris’ low tone interrupted. “If you keep looking at me like that, Y/N, I’m not going to make it through this dinner.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

He audibly groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Just as our mutual eye fucking grew so intense that I genuinely wondered if Eris really was about take me then and there, our waiter approached with a bottle of the Inner Circle’s favorite wine. “Compliments of the High Lord.” Making eye contact with Eris, the male suddenly seemed to remember who he was in the presence of as he uncomfortably cleared his throat, “of the Night Court.”

Eris paid no mind and thanked the waiter. Surprise crossed the males face as Eris took the bottle from him and poured our glasses himself.

When the waiter took our orders and returned to the kitchen, Eris’ gaze returned to me. His eyes again roving over my body but lingering on my face. He smirked when he realized I was flushing under his intense eyes. “Are you nervous, little Shadowsinger?” He asked. His tone predatory.

I took the opportunity to send a shadow to caress the shell of his ear, effectively shutting him up.

“Now that we’re alone,” I ran my foot up the length of his leg, stopping the journey just short of where I so desperately wanted to feel him. “How long have you had an an apartment here and why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Ahh yes, excellent talk for a first date.” Eris mused, raising the wine glass to his plush lips and taking a long, slow sip before continuing. “Perhaps, I wanted a place to see you without you having to travel through multiple courts to find me.”

“Do you not wish for me to come to the Autumn Keep any longer?”

Eris’ change in tone took me by surprise as it became stern, the voice of a High Lord and not the bedroom voice of my lover. “Don’t you dare think that for a second. There’s nothing mo-“

He stopped himself mid-sentence shifting uncomfortably. “I enjoy your presence in my keep, in my bed, Y/N. But I also like to have the opportunity to visit you in your home court.”

My heartbeat quickened at the power flowing off of him, the desire in his amber eyes.

“So, Rhys was totally fine with you having a place here, just to hook up with his niece?”

“Diplomacy, darling. It is far easier to have a place here for times that negotiations and other meetings run over. It also benefits him to be able to have eyes on a fellow High Lord, no? It was not a difficult matter to convince him.

And I was going to tell you, you just happened to pick up the hobby of drunkenly wandering the streets before I had the opportunity.”

“I was fine.”

I was not fine. He knew it. I knew it. I was borderline feral that night.

“It wasn’t you I was concerned about. It was the poor citizens running the other way, screaming of a rabid, shadow-creature roaming Velaris in search of its next meal.”

I smiled. “For the second time this evening, Eris Vanserra, you are insufferable.”

“And again, little one, you love it.”

I rolled my eyes and took a swig of wine.

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Eris

She was fucking captivating. Eris drunk in every detail of Y/N like she was the wine flowing from her glass.

She had to know she looked like a goddess. Had he told her? She could read him like a well-adored book at this point. She read every look he gave her without him needing to speak a word. I want you. You’re perfect. I need you. You’re more perfect than I ever dared dream. I would kiss the earth you walked on if you only asked.

Shit, could she read that all on his face? Should he tell her how damned gorgeous she was or would she give him that all-too-enticing look of “Spare me the compliments, High Lord, you can strip and ravish me once we’re alone.”

And gods, he was going to. He had plans for his little Shadowsinger tonight, plans involving carefully undressing her and pressing kisses to her silken skin, replacing each bit of fabric slipping off of her body with a press of his lips. Instead of burning that lovely little number that was hugging her mouth-watering curves, he would proudly display it in the Autumn Court’s archives. He was a romantic, after all.

Of course, before putting it behind glass for safe keeping, he’d be binding those pretty little wrists behind her back with said dress. He was also a deviant.

As for his plans after that? They were far too filthy to fantasize about at the table.

“Your aroma is rather fragrant.” Her teasing voice broke him from his thoughts.

“And you’re rather intoxicating. We make quite the pair, love.”

And there it was - the little blush she always tried so hard to hide from him.

If just the term “love” brought that to her face, what lovely shades of pink would her cheeks light up with if he laid it all out right now? If he told her how she’d fucking ruined him for anyone else? That to taste her was to taste the nectar of the gods? That he was so hopelessly in love with her that there was no crawling out of this pit of desire, and he’d sooner drown in his need for her than ever swim up for air.

The urge to do just that frightened him. Why did he think this date was a good idea? As far as his self control went, it was a terrible idea. And as far as he cared at this point, it was the best idea. He was here, in front of her, and nothing else mattered.

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Eris had always thought himself better than the primitive beasts fae turned into when it came to their mates. But he truly realized how wrong he was when after dinner, Y/N had requested to walk very slowly along the river until her stomach wasn’t, as she so elegantly stated it, “bursting at the seams.”

Given that after the wonderful meal they’d devoured, he too was struggling, he obliged her, draping his suit’s jacket as well as his arm over her shoulders. She pressed a hand to her very, very, slightly bloated abdomen, in an effort of easing the discomfort. Such a simple gesture that should have meant absolutely nothing but….

An inferno blazed within him at the thought of her glowing with a round belly, the mating bond’s most primal instinct roaring at him to winnow her away immediately and fill her so utterly full of him that there would be no questioning of whose she was. His.

He prayed to the mother or whomever would listen that the breeze would blow the sickeningly strong scent of his arousal far away.

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Y/N

The gallery was packed. Unsurprisingly, anyone and everyone wanted to come out to brush elbows with the Inner Circle and who could blame them? Unlike the other courts of Prythian, Uncle Rhys and Aunt Feyre actually interacted with their people. Well, the people of Velaris at least. Feyre was respected as High Lady but she was revered as an artist. Proceeds from her own work went directly back into the arts district.

“Beautiful.” Eris mused approaching a work of art toward the back wall but keeping his eyes on me. I sipped the champagne an attendant handed me upon arrival, needing it to get through the rest of this evening.

Especially needing it to get through the work of art he was approaching.

“This.” Eris motioned toward the piece, “is stunning.”

“It’s not for sale. Just a work from one of Feyre’s students.”

The art, featuring darkness floating upward from the bottom and a blaze falling from the top, intertwining with licks and whirls of flame and shadow in the middle.

“Cost is of no concern to me, little one. I need it.”

A sing-song voice came from behind us. “It’s magnificent isn’t it?” Feyre asked.

“What can I do to acquire such a fine piece of art?”

“You’ll have to ask the artist.” She nodded toward me.

“Aww, come on my lovely niece. Think of all the supplies it could fund.”

“You’re a busybody.”

She only gave an airy laugh before disconnecting the mental bond and returning to the attendees.

“Wouldn’t it look lovely displayed for all of my court to see?”

My gut lurched and I wasn’t sure if it was from imposter syndrome or excitement.

“Fine.” I’ll make a deal with you, Eris Vanserra. He raised an eyebrow. “This art is very personal to me. And despite the fact that it is hanging in the gallery, I want it to be for your eyes only. Do you agree to hang it in your chambers?”

Eris gave a faux pout. “And not show my lovely lady’s art for all the world to admire?”

My heart raced as I quipped too quickly, not allowing the time to change my mind. “Perhaps I only want to be yours to admire.”

Eris visibly gaped at the statement and my heart sank. Had I read all of his adoration wrong? Was I going to humiliate myself just as I had two years ago when he’d left me on the dance floor and I swore I’d never let him have that power over me again?

He swallowed a lump in his throat. His voice breaking slightly. “And your payment terms?”

“Oh you’ll be paying out the ass for it.”

He grinned. “As one does for the finest things in life. I’ll take it.”

A beat of silence.

“And I’ll take you too, if you’ll have me.”

And with that he leaned in to kiss me, soft and hard, fervently and slowly, wanting more yet only needing this.

A throat cleared behind us as father interrupted. He looked to me and to the art behind me.

“I never realized….” He spoke softly as he took in the work.

I flushed, the work now feeling far too intimate under his gaze.

My father turned to Eris. “You’re purchasing this?”

Eris nodded. “A worthy investment, yes?”

My father remained tense but something in his eyes softened. “A very worthy investment.”

Father leaned in to kiss my forehead. “Enjoy your night sweetheart.”

It was at that moment Adish appeared, his Day Court friends Hem and Apollo in tow along with Nyx and a female I’d never seen before. Nyx looked in my direction with a wink as he saw the piece Eris and I stood before, before heading with the group for glasses of champagne.

Eris spoke, “I’m going to speak with Feyre regarding reservation of the piece before anyone else tries to snag it out from under me.”

“It’s not for sale, Eris. Nobody else would be able to purchase it.”

He pressed his warm lips into mine. “I won’t risk a good thing.”

I blushed, dismissing him.

Nursing my champagne, I perused the various pieces decorating the gallery walls when a female voice came from behind me. “If you wanted your father’s attention, there are better ways than whoring yourself to Autumn Court trash.”

I turned around to see the female Nyx had entered with. Her dark hair and blue eyes fooling nobody. Clever little shapeshifter.

“And I didn’t realize your father was in the habit of allowing females to leave his manor.”

She grinned. “Oh come on, he locked her in ONE time...or at least that’s what he tells me. He really can be an overbearing asshole sometimes.”

I laughed. “I missed you so much, you bitch. Nyx needs to stop hoarding you.”

“Please” she scoffed. “I don’t need Tamlin and Rhys’ melodrama to complicate things.”

“Ha, I’m sure Nyx filled you in on all of the drama in my world recently.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Oh yes, I’ve been living vicariously through your escapades.”

She leaned in to hug me. “So” I took in the brown hair she’d chosen for the evening. “Does the carpet match the drapes?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

“Mmm, as enticing as that would be. I prefer your blonde hair and green eyes. It does something for me.”

“It does something for Nyx too.”

I pretended to vomit before Nyx stepped in. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to spend time with my lady before she decides to leave with you instead and I get stuck with the fireling.”

“He’s quite fun, Nyx. I’m sure you’d enjoy the ride.”

Nyx choked on his drink and whisked Layla away with him, leaving me to take in the art in peace.

A few more minutes passed and my shadows grew restless as if contemplating the same thing as me: Eris should be back by now.

Feyre had returned to the gallery with no Eris in sight. I searched, passing Adish and Apollo, my parents and Azalea, Rhys and Feyre, Cassian and Nesta, even Amren, but no Eris.

Had he left? Did I scare him away?

No, his response was sincere. He couldn’t have. He wouldn’t, right?

I walked down a quiet hallway, stepping away from the crowd. “Eris?” I whispered into the quiet of the hall.

Two shadows returned with no information but another returned frantic. “Bad.” “Go.”

I hurried in the direction my shadows shot out, winding further and further down the hall.

My heart stopped. In front of me was the radiant, gorgeous Hemera, pressed up against my man. Lips crashing into his.

“Bad.” My shadow repeated. Whirling to show me something.

Eris saw me and his eyes blew wide, shaking his head.

Hemera turned, wicked grin contorting her gorgeous features into something cruel.

“Sorry, hon. He’s just so needy and so pretty. Can you blame me?”

Did this bitch really think I’d simper and turn away? Oh no. My shadows continued their whispers.

“Blade.”

“Bad.”

“Blade.”

“Bad.”

A sliver of silver caught the dim lights shining down upon them, a blade held to Eris’ neck.

Eris stared at me wide eyed as my shadows erupted into a frenzy around me in effort to distract the Day Court female.

She jolted and her blade knicked his neck and I felt a sudden spike of fear in my gut but the fear, it didn’t come from me. It was coming from…. Eris.

Holy shit.

Willing all of my power to the surface, my tone turned cold, dangerous. “I suggest you step away from my mate.”

The High Lord of the Autumn Court. Eris fucking Vanserra. My mate.

I gave a tug in return to his emotions. A gentle reminder that I had this under control and he instantly tugged back.

He knew. Holy shit, he had known.

I could be angry later, now I needed to save his ass.

A commotion came from behind me. Adish and Apollo rushing in. “What the-“ Adish started. “Sorry, friend.” Apollo spoke before the fucker cast a sedation spell on him.

Apollo towered over me. “You weren’t supposed to find them. For what it’s worth, you would have been a great friend.”

He moved, but I moved faster. Sending a blast of power knocking the male on his ass. My shadows binding him.

“You talk too much.” I spat.

Turning back to Hem and Eris she held him in front of her. “Don’t make me kill him.” She spoke. Now using him as a shield. With his front exposed, I could see the shackles around his wrists. “This could go much more easily if you let me leave here with him. Why do you want a cheating male? You deserve better than that.”

I needed time to assess. My shadows busy with Apollo. Fuck. This was bad.

I laughed. “I hardly call you forcing yourself upon him ‘cheating’, in fact most would call that ‘assault’. And I have no patience for those who force themselves upon others.”

Just then a flurry of shadows shot into the room, ripping Hem’s wrist and dagger from Eris’ throat. My father winnowed into the room. No, this wasn’t my father. This was the feared Shadowsinger, the infamous Spymaster of the Night Court. His tone promised death as he commanded Hem to step away from Eris. She fought his demand, shaking with fear as she remained in place. “Please, you don’t understand. My father is wrongfully imprisoned in HIS court.”

“And this is how you feel it best to approach?” Father stepped closer, a thick, violent air emanating from him. “I will ask you one final time to step away from the High Lord.”

Hemera knew she was no match as she dropped the knife stepping back away from Eris.

Eris ran to me, in an attempt to shield me from any fallout but there was no more danger as father’s shadows apprehended the female.

Rhys and Feyre raced into the room, Nesta and Cassian on their tail.

Rhys whispered to Feyre. “Let Elain know it’s handled.”

Feyre’s gaze went distant as she communicated to my mother.

Rhys commanded Apollo to remove the sedation spell from Adish as Cassian jerked the apprehended male off the ground.

Nesta’s eyes flared with silver as she stared down Hemera before apprehending her as well. My mother and sister rushed in as we followed Rhys down to the gallery basement toward an empty office where the two would be held until Helion arrived. Since they were denizens of his court, it was only right to determine the next steps with him.

As the group strode toward the office, Azalea began tugging at my sleeve. “Sissy.”

“Not now, Azzie.”

She gasped, her little legs trying to keep up. “Sissy, please.”

“Just a minute, Azzie”

I felt guilty for ignoring her but my mind was coming out of the adrenaline state it had been in and my heart racing with rage and shock as I processed the revelation that Eris was my mate. That he knew and didn’t tell me.

Ironic considering that I always found Aunt Feyre and Aunt Nesta to be overly dramatic for their reactions to finding out about their own mates.

They were good, loving males who had enough money to live in lavish comfort for all of their days, and were highly regarded among the people of Velaris. How terrible.

Yet here I was. Fuming. Humiliated. That this male, a gorgeous High Lord and a damn good one at that, with a far softer heart than he’d ever let the world see, courted me because I was his mate.

I thought he wanted me for me.

“Sissy-“ Azalea drew me from my thoughts once again. “What?” I finally asked, raising my voice. But it was too late as the door to the empty office was opened, only to unveil a half naked Nyx, trousers unlaced, his body pinning a no longer shifted Layla with the bottom of her dress hiked up, and breasts fully exposed.

Nyx gaped. Eyes wide and frantic. I sent my shadows out to shield them, my father’s following suit, my hand instantly covering Azalea’s eyes.

Layla only pulled her dress up over her tits as she let out a laugh. “Whoops, we thought this room was unused.”

“I tried to tell you.” Azalea’s little voice whispered.

Darkness erupted through the room as Rhys clenched his fists. “What the fuck?” He growled out to Nyx.

My father only grinned, not caring who saw the smug satisfaction on his face. Fully conveying the look of that’s how it feels, you pompous asshole. Get it now? How’s it feel to be humiliated in front of an audience by the unconventional partner your child has chosen to fuck.

Feyre only covered her mouth, stifling a giggle at the situation. Nesta and mother quietly giggling with her.

I used the distraction to remove the enchanted shackles that were still stifling Eris’ power and apparently his ability to speak.

Fury blazed within me, my restraint failing as I spat out my next words much louder than intended.

“How long, Eris?”

Guilt flooded his features, his head hanging low.

“How. Long? How long have you known that I’m your mate?”

My father choked. The shit-eating grin instantly fading from his face, jaw and fists clenching.

A pitiful sound escaped Eris. “Since the first night… in the alley.”

“Wow.” was all I could manage as the walls began closing in around me.

I stepped away but Eris grabbed my wrist. “Please, Y/N. Just hear me out.” his broken voice pleaded. I couldn’t think. I needed space. Needed to breathe.

“Mom.” I looked to my mother. “Can we go home?”

She gave an empathetic look to Eris. “Come on, Azalea.” She reached out a hand. “Sissy needs us.”

Azalea looked to Eris, letting out a “hmph” as she scrunched her nose and crossed her arms. “That was bad.” She scolded, little wings ruffling with each word.

His face crumpled further as his little friend glared at him with disdain, words failing as she stuck her tongue out and winnowed away with mother.

“I love you.” was the last thing I heard as I spirited away.

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A/N: I have had so much fun writing this series! Part 9 will be the final chapter but I may eventually give our main character a name and add a few spin off chapters as well. If that would be of interested to you, let me know!

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[jellybeanium124]

I need to talk about everyone's outfits here. first of all yayyyy they're color coordinating again just like 2x10 with the black outfits!!! ok from left to right

allison: slaying. simple, yes, but hella cute. love the white chelsea boots and turtleneck.

viktor: bro are you chilly? your jacket looks awesome but maybe you need something a little heavier.

five: fuck. his hair really is long. this is happening. he's wearing a suit. ok whatever.

klaus: OH MY GD HIS HAIR DOESN'T LOOK LIKE SHIT?!?!? IT'S GROWN OUT A LITTLE BIT AND LOOKS DECENT?? AM I GONNA BE ABLE TO LOOK AT MY BOY THIS SEASON WITHOUT CRINGING??? YAY!!! other than that what the fuck. where is the flair??? where is the sluttiness?? I'm sorry but those boots are so not klaus hargreeves. and the jacket is BORINGGGGG. remember his s1 patchwork jacket? the 2x10 vest-no-shirt fit?? in season 1 klaus was wearing skirts and boas and bright colorful tank tops and leather pants that laced up the sides and he was just overall a fucking icon. what happened to you??? who did costuming this season I just wanna talk. he would not fucking dress like that.

diego: babygirl pleaseeee you've been thru this already 😭 why are you wearing your s1 fit y'all're supposed to have grown!!

luther: looks like he stepped out of an LL Bean catalogue.

ben: dressing like a 16yo boy. I can't explain it but his outfit just looks immature. then again he is immature.

lila: showed up 15 minutes late with starbucks. did not get the blue and black outfit memo. does not want to be there. wants to go back to sleep. the sweatpants with the uggs and puffy pink jacket are a helluva look. I think it's hilarious to see her in this outfit but she better slay again. I'm not as mad about seeing her not looking like herself, unlike klaus, because it really genuinely looks like she just woke up and didn't have time to get dressed before the abandoned parking lot hargreeves family meeting. but she better not be dressing like this the whole time!!

in conclusion let 👏 them 👏 slay 👏 and I miss them 😭 tua s4 please don't suck please please please please please!!

[seriousbrat]

petunia evans style moodboard/inspo

after making one for lily i was asked by an anon to make style boards for other marauders era characters, they didn't actually ask for petunia LMAO but I'm doing hers first anyway! notes below

Notes: A big thing about Tuney's style for me is that I think it would have changed when she started working and met Vernon. Namely, it would have become markedly more conservative. Not that she was ever remotely daring or provocative with clothing, but when she was younger her style might have been a tiny bit more colourful and girlish-- mainly, pastels. Later she began to dress (in her mind) in a more responsible, adult, professional manner.

Basically she wanted to appear to Vernon as housewife material, so a lot of tweed, twill, knits.... blazer and skirt combos, stockings, blouses, turtlenecks. She would pretty much never wear trousers, always skirts and dresses. For the most part she'd wear beige, brown, and grey-- but I also think she would have a few nicer pastel cocktail dresses and blouses for formal parties and dinners. Her favourite colours for such occasions would have been lilac and salmon pink (I believe she wears a salmon pink cocktail dress in CoS.) Many of these hues would generally not have suited Lily nor been to Lily's taste, so it was also a way of reinforcing the differences between them.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Part 18

Illumi x Reader

part 17

part 19

a/n: it’s fun having Illumi get to experience things with (Name)!! she brings out his inner child and aghhh they’re so cute

warning: mention of reader having a period

taglist: @tsukilover11 @mercyboluthecrazychicken @sxyriii @merinfawleygoestohogwarts

A week quietly passed by, and (Name) was suddenly very hellbent on going into town.

Said girl made her way from her room to Illumi’s. She’d thrown on a pair of jeans, a white silk camisole, and a pink cardigan. Her purse bounced at her hip as she climbed the staircase, her numerous keychains rattling loudly.

It was around 8 am, and she had just finished breakfast. Illumi had been out on a job the day prior, and had gotten in late, so he slept in. (Name) didn’t know if she would call sleeping until 8 am sleeping in, but the Zoldycks weren’t exactly normal.

Before (Name) could knock on Illumi’s door, the man himself opened it. He was wearing a simple tshirt and jogging pants, assumably having just woke up by the state of his hair.

She stopped, looking perplexed. “I thought that may be you.” he said, a small smirk on his lips.

“Oh, hello Illumi. How did you know I was coming?”

“I could hear your purse from a mile away.”

She bashfully pulled it up, looking over her keychains with a sigh. “That’s the price to pay to have all of these cute accessories, they’re loud. I’m sad for the day I’ll have to take these off during missions.”

Illumi looked her over, an eyebrow raised. “Mhm… what brings you here?”

The girl dropped her purse back to her hip, clapping her hands together. “I want you to take me into town!”

“Oh? And why is that?”

She clamped her lips shut, squinting her eyes at him. “… okay, so I can’t tell you why, but I really need to go!”

He put his hands on his hips. “If you can’t give me a good reason, why should I take you?”

“Well, if you don’t take me I’ll just go by myself, but I assumed you may want to accompany me.”

She crossed her arms, a playful look in her eyes. He nodded, looking serious.

“Mm, you’re correct. I would rather you not go alone.”

He walked into his room without another word, leaving the door open. She peered in to see him throwing his shirt off and quickly turned away, her face flushed.

He exited the room wearing a pair of black slacks and a deep purple turtleneck. Illumi could make such a simple combo look elegant.

(Name) looked him up and down, nodding in appreciation. “You look handsome, Illumi. Purple really suits you.”

The compliment went right to his ego, and he made an mental note to wear purple more often.

“Thank you, (Name).”

—————

The trip to town took around two hours, (Name) showing Illumi some pictures of her two cats on the way there.

He recognized one as her childhood cat, Missy, a black cat with a tuff of white fur on her chest. The second was a gray tabby, which she hesitantly called Tammy. Ever perceptive, Illumi decided to point this out.

“Is that really her name? It took you a moment to say it.”

She laughed nervously, turning her phone off. “I don’t think you want to know what her name actually is.”

Ilumi was a curious creature, some may say too curious. He eyed her with those black orbs, pinching her cheek suddenly.

“Hey, ouch! Stop it!”

“I will if you tell me.”

She relented, slapping his hand away half heartedly.

“Her full name is… Tampon.”

He tilted his head at this. “Why would you hide that name? Is it offensive or something?”

She looked back at him in shock, checking his face for any hints of sarcasm. “Illumi… do you know what tampons are?”

“… yes?”

The two had a stand off, (Name) trying her best not to laugh. She scooted forward, opening her phone to search up said object and showed him a picture.

“Tampons are a product for people who menstruate. You kinda just…” she made a thrusting motion upwards. “stick it into your… vagina. I don’t use them unless it’s an emergency though, I prefer pads.”

Illumi stared at her phone, nodding his head. “I see. I have one question.”

“Go ahead.”

He grabbed her shoulders, looking her straight in the eye.

“Why would you name your cat that?”

She shrugged. “I thought it would be funny.”

He sighed, running his long fingers through his hair. ‘Hisoka was right, she is a vulgar girl. Who talks to men about these kinds of things without a hint of embarrassment?’

She clicked on something, showing him her phone again. “while we’re on the subject Illumi, it’s very important that you remember this brand of pads. It’s my favorite.”

“(Name) why would I have to remember the brand of your choice of feminine hygiene products?” He let out an exasperated sigh, embarrassed.

“Imagine, we’re on a mission together. I start my period and, for some reason, I didn’t bring any pads. I’m crying, probably hormonal, and there’s blood EVERYWHERE.”

“(Name) this is the worst conversation I’ve ever had a part in. Why did me asking about your cat lead to this?”

She shushed him, continuing. “If you brought back the wrong pads, I might actually kill you. That’s why this is important.”

She gave him a thumbs up, which didn’t help anything. He was covering his embarrassed face with his hands, shrinking into the soft leather of the limousine seats.

“I’ve already told Kurapika and Leorio this, though they kind of spaced out after the ‘theres blood everywhere’ bit.”

“I don’t blame them.”

She snickered, reaching out to boop his nose. “I don’t just love talking about my period you know, but if I have to go through it, you can handle knowing what my favorite brand is.”

He frowned, grabbing her hand, placing it on his cheek. “Were all the other details necessary though?”

“Necessary enough. You memorized the brand, right?”

“Yes, it’s (brand).”

“Then my job is done. To save you future embarrassment, I’ll just yell ‘CODE RED’ if I need you to get me some.”

Illumi questioned why he was so smitten with this girl that talked about such things with ease, but one look at her smiling face was answer enough. She scrolled through her messages, Illumi catching a glimpse of a picture of a shirtless man.

He snatched her phone, nearly breaking it. “Who was that?”

(Name) gasped, reaching for her phone, but Illumi’s arms were way too long. “H-hey! You can’t just take my phone! What are you even talking about?”

“There was a shirtless man. Who was that?”

(Name) paused, looked at him, then bursted into laughter. She finally swiped her phone, scrolling to the picture. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Illumi rolled his eyes and leaned forward, looking at the picture again, this time able to see who it was.

“Oh. It’s me.”

Illumi had forgotten he’d sent her a picture he’d taken of himself shirtless after a shower. He remembered taking pride in the fact it made her blush uncontrollably, barely able to look him in the eye the rest of the day.

“Yeah, you were jealous of yourself, Luuumiiii~”

He scowled, huffing as he turned away. “I was not jealous, and don’t call me that.”

“Why, Hisoka called you that. Am I not as good of a friend as Hisoka is?” She teased.

Illumi groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead. “Hisoka is not my friend, and I prefer you use my full name.”

“But Lumi is sooo cute. You can use a nickname for me if you want!”

She pushed a bit, pouting up at him. He looked down, an idea forming in his mind.

“Alright, you can call me that.”

She squealed, clapping her hands together excitedly, but her happiness wouldn’t last long. Illumi grabbed her chin, making her meet his eyes.

“You can call me whatever you want, if I get to sleep in your bed tonight.”

He expected her to shy away and blush, like most women would. Illumi knew enough about women to know that sleeping in the same bed as a man before marriage was usually frowned upon. Assuming he’d won this argument, he smirked.

“Ok, deal! It’ll be like a sleepover!

The smirk was wiped off his face faster than you could say “wow”. Illumi watched the girl, his cheeks a light shade of pink. “Oh really? You don’t mind me sleeping next to you, (Name)?”

“Why would I? We can watch some movies and eat junk food! Oh, it’ll be so much fun!”

Now the girl was planning the sleepover, typing into her phone the supplies she’d need. He sneaked a peek at her list, able to see what she’d written beforehand.

At the top of the list were the words “Valentines Day Supplies”, with several heart emojis. He blinked.

‘Valentines Day? Why would she need anything for that?’

Illumi had never celebrated the holiday, but he knew what it was. Lovers gathered and gave each other small gifts, like chocolate or stuffed animals. What, or better yet who, was she buying ingredients to make chocolate and treats for?

—————

Once they reached the store, (Name) had made Illumi promise not to look at what she bought and to let her shop alone. He agreed, but unbeknownst to her, he wasn’t the type to keep promises he didn’t stand to gain from.

Illumi watched as (Name) walked the aisles, carefully looking over her choices as she passed by the shelves. Her shopping cart held several bags of chocolate and various ingredients to make baked goods with, along with fabric and stuffing. What was she planning on making?

She hummed lightly as she passed by the card section, opening a few and giggling at the funny ones. He couldn’t help but smile at her sweet laugh, finding himself drawn to her even now. Illumi managed to stay in the shadows, knowing if he suddenly walked up to her, she would be angry.

(Name) disappeared behind the next aisle, and he followed diligently, staying far enough behind to not be caught. An employee stopped her, his hand dangerously close to brushing against her chest.

“Hello ma’am, we do happen to have that in stock. It’s just in the warehouse. If you come with me to the back of the store, I can get it for you.”

Illumi could smell the little punk’s malicious intent from a mile away, but (Name) seemed oblivious. She beamed at the man, happily following him.

The assassin glanced around, seeing a few men loitering around, who the employee subtly nodded to as he passed them by. The men began following at a distance, much like Illumi had.

He didn’t think the man was an employee at all, and if he was, the man obviously was using his position of power to lure women into the warehouse. For what Illumi didn’t know or care. All he knew is that no one would do ANYTHING to (Name) on his watch.

“Just this way ma’am, I-“

Illumi pulled him into a corner, putting a hand over his mouth. He towered over the employee, using his height and intimidating eyes to his advantage.

“I don’t know who you are or what intentions you have with that woman, but she is my wife. If you touch her, you will face the wrath of the Zoldycks. Do you understand?”

Just uttering his family name was enough to turn the man pale. Illumi’s intense bloodlust pooling around him didn’t exactly help.

“Sorry, I didn’t know she was yours!”

Illumi let him go, staring down at with the calculated eyes of a killer. “Leave. Don’t ever let me see your face again.”

(Name) turned the corner to see Illumi leaning against a wall, reading a book. She squeaked, quickly jumping in front of her cart so he couldn’t see the contents.

“Lumi, what are you doing here?”

Something about her using that nickname instead of Hisoka made his heart thump against his chest, but instead of it being painful like before, it felt pleasant. Was this what being in love felt like?

“I was just checking out the reading section. Do you need help with anything, my dear?”

(Name) started to talk, but upon processing the pet name her face turned a bright scarlet. Illumi strolled forward, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Until we leave this store, pretend we are a married couple. It is for your own safety.”

He pulled back, planting a chaste kiss on her forehead for good measure. This didn’t help the heat in her face, or the warmth that was spreading through her body.

“O-okay… my love.”

Illumi tried his best to stay calm after hearing her call him her love. It was all he wanted to hear, what he wanted to be reality. She sighed, allowing him to push her buggy for her.

“I won’t look, I promise.”

—————

At the cash register, Illumi refused to let (Name) pay, handing the employee checking them out a few unmarked bills. (Name) was pouting, tapping her foot against the floor impatiently.

“I know your family has money troubles. I don’t mind buying things for you, I have more than enough.” Illumi said once they left the store. He kept a possessive arm around her waist even as they walked across the parking lot.

“You’re very sweet Illumi, but I don’t like accepting hand outs.”

“(Name), are we not friends?”

(Name) quieted at this, shyly peeking at him from the corner of her eye. He had a neutral expression, one that we wore most of the time, but his eyes were soft.

“If I am correct, friends help each other in times of need. Therefore it isn’t a hand out.”

Part of Illumi wanted her to be dependent on him, to feel like she owed him something to have the upper hand, but he pushed that away. He didn’t want to manipulate her into being what he wanted, he wanted her, as herself. (Name).

She sighed, leaning against him. He was beginning to crave the feeling of her body against his, the trust she had that he could support her enough so she wouldn’t fall sending a rush of adrenaline to his limbs.

“Alright. Thank you, ‘Lumi.”

(Name) let her hand drop to meet his, which he took instantly. She was so soft and warm, so unlike him. His hands were always cold and a little clammy when in hers. She brought his knuckles to her lips, placing a sweet kiss.

“Thanks for looking out for me.”

Illumi thanked whatever god there was for this moment, letting the feeling of her lips sink into his skin. He wouldn’t forget this moment, not til the day he died.

The car ride back passed quickly. (Name) spent it organizing the supplies into two piles, on for the sleepover, and the other for a different purpose. She refused to elaborate, clamping her mouth shut when he pried.

————

Dinner was short, with Illumi rushing to return with (Name) to her room. He would never admit it, but he was a little excited to experience his first sleepover. Illumi’s parents watched the pair leave with smug faces.

“Their relationship is progressing nicely. I heard (Name)’s basic training should be complete within the next few weeks, and she can begin honing her special abilities.” Silva remarked.

“Yes, I am quite excited to see how (Name) will perform on her first job. If she does well enough…”

The woman smiled, a shiver running down Kalluto’s spine. “Then she’ll be a perfect addition to the family.”

————

“Alright, let’s get down to business.”

(Name) and Illumi had changed into their pajamas, (Name) in a pair of shorts and tank top, and Illumi in a pair of sweatpants and sweater.

The girl pulled a shopping bag into her lap, taking out 3 dvd cases.

“Illumi, which would you like to watch first?”

The assassin glanced at the selection.

The first was a ghibli move, apparently her favorite. That would be a safe choice.

The second was a romance movie, one that she hadn’t seen before. Although that was what someone who wanted to initiate intimacy may pick, Illumi was easily embarrassed by displays of affection.

The third option was a horror movie, one that (Name) had picked hesitantly.

“… let’s go with this one.”

Illumi chose the third option, (Name) nodding. “A-alright. Just don’t laugh if I scream, okay?”

“No promises.”

The next thing (Name) did was dump out a bag full of junk food. Illumi had spent most of his life avoiding unhealthy foods to train his body to be perfect. He eyed the pile with a skeptical look.

“… do we have to eat junk food for the sleepover to be successful?”

(Name) shrugged, opening a bag of chips and throwing a handful into her mouth. “Not really, but it makes it more fun.”

Illumi took a Twinkie, holding it by the end awkwardly. “What is this?”

“It’s a Twinkie. Kind of like a little cake with filling.” She replied. He frowned, opening the plastic wrapping and staring at it.

(Name) watched with bated breath as he lifted the Twinkie to his mouth, taking a small nibble off the end of it.

“So?”

He frowned, setting it down. “It tastes artificial.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.” (Name) replied with a shrug, picking the Twinkie up and taking a bite. “Ish good!”

Illumi shivered, looking at where she bit the Twinkie, seeing she’d taken a bite of the side he’d also nibbled from. “I don’t think I really like junk food. The sweets are too sugary, and the savory stuff is too salty.”

“Mm. Well there’s some dark chocolate if you’d like that.”

“Yes, that will do.”

The two enjoyed their snacks, the movie starting up. Illumi had ordered a butler to set up a projector so they could enjoy the movie in (Name)’s room. They had their own theater, but he wanted to lay in her bed with her as they watched the movie.

(Name) scooted towards Illumi as the movie began, wrapping an arm around his. The little tremble in her limbs didn’t go unnoticed by the assassin, who was quite excited to see how she would react to the scary scenes.

————

30 minutes in and (Name) had jumped and spilled her chips twice. The more scared she got, the more she pressed herself against Illumi.

The protagonist of the movie walked outside, and the camera drifted from her, to behind her, and then back in front of her where the monster now stood.

(Name) threw herself into Illumi’s arms, burying herself into his chest. She let out a scream so loud that a butler rushed in.

“Miss (Name) are y-“

The butler looked at the pair, (Name)’s eyes brimming with tears and face pale, with Illumi calmly patting her back.

“Turn it off, please.” (Name) whispered out, clutching Illumi’s shirt. He nodded towards the butler, who switched on the light and turned the projector off.

“Would you like to watch something else, (Name)?”

She nodded, her face steal concealed by his chest.

The two decided on watching the ghibli movie, with Illumi assuming it may calm her nerves.

(Name) stole glances at Illumi throughout the movie, hoping he’d enjoy it. About halfway through, she noticed his eyes struggling to stay open. He had leaned against her, his weight pressing into her. She’d forgotten he hadn’t had a full night of sleep.

“Illumi, are you tired?”

The man peered down at her with sleepy eyes. “A little.”

She giggled and walked over to the projector, turning it and then the light. “Let’s go to bed then. We can finish that some other time.”

(Name) crawled into bed, Illumi following close behind. He watched her get comfortable, snuggling into her pillow.

The bedding was freshly washed, but still smelled distinctly of (Name). Said girl wiggled around to face him, her face flushed.

“What would you do if that monster from that movie appeared?”

Illumi blinked, struggling to understand why she would ask him that. “I don’t know, kill it I guess. Why do you ask?”

She shifted in her spot, her eyes drifting away from him. “If I’m being honest, I’m a little scared.”

“(Name).”

Illumi took her face in his hands, leaning in so close she could feel his hair tickle her cheek.

“Nothing is going to hurt you while I’m here.”

She stared at him, her cheeks warm in his hands. He watched as she relaxed, leaning into his touch.

“Thank you, Illumi. That makes me feel a lot better.”

He pulled his hands away, instead reaching out to hold her hand.

“Goodnight.”

———————

Illumi was gone by the time she woke up, leaving behind a note explaining he had a job come up. (Name) folded the note and set it on her beside table, running down the stairs excitedly.

“This is perfect, I can get all of my chocolates made while he’s away! Ahh, I’m so excited!”

It was currently February 12th, two days before Valentine’s Day.

(Name) loved Valentine’s Day, seeing it as a chance to show her loved ones how much she appreciated them. Every year, she would buy whatever ingredients she could afford and make her family baked goods and little stuffed animals.

She would be away from her family this year, so she planned on making her friends treats instead.

(Name) wanted to have all the chocolates ready by the 13th, knowing the three boys would be trying out the testing gate the 14th.

The only obstacle in her way were the butlers.

“Miss (Name), why are you asking to use the kitchen?”

(Name) sighed heavily. She’d already informed the butlers she’d want to borrow one of the many kitchens in the manor on the 12th and 13th, but it seemed they were determined to keep her from her goal.

“I said I wanted to borrow the kitchen to prepare some chocolates for Valentine’s Day. I won’t make a mess I-“

“Making a mess is not a problem, Miss (Name).”

The butler who’d been on the phone with Gon(who (Name) learned was named Gotoh) appeared next to her, grabbing her grocery bags to carry for her.

“Then what’s the problem? Am I not allowed to make sweets for my friends?”

She crossed her arms, watching Gotoh sigh. “No, the problem is your safety. Master Illumi made it very clear that even a scratch on your skin would be the death of any butler who allowed it, so excuse us for not wanting to anger our master.”

“How would I get hurt cooking? I’m the daughter of a baker and chef. I know that I could burn or cut my finger, but I’m sure Illumi wouldn’t be upset over that.”

“It seems you might not know Master Illumi that well then.”

That made (Name) pause. He wasn’t wrong, she’d only known Illumi for a week or so, but she wanted to believe that he wouldn’t kill just because she received all small scratch. That would be ridiculous!

“… I’m going to call him. If I get his permission to use the kitchen, that means you won’t be able to stop me, right?”

Gotoh hesitantly nodded, slightly amused.

(Name) scrolled through her contacts, clicking call on Illumi’s name. It barely had a chance to ring before Illumi picked up.

“(Name)? Is there something you need? I can’t talk for long, my job is starting soon.”

Gotoh’s eyes widened. Illumi wasn’t the type to answer a phone call so fast during a job, preferring to ignore it and call the person back after it was finished.

“Hi Illumi! I just need to ask you a quick question.”

“Go on.”

(Name) glanced at Gotoh before continuing.

“I need to use the kitchen for… secret reasons. I can do that, right?”

It was silent for a moment, (Name) waiting patiently.

“I suppose so. You are the child of a baker and chef, correct? As long as you’re careful I don’t mind.”

(Name) squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. “Yay, thanks Illumi! Please be careful on your job and call me when you’re on your way home!”

“Of course. Goodbye, (Name).”

She hung up, giving Gotoh a smug look. “See, he said it’s fine. I promise I’ll be careful.”

“Alright, but I will standby to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.” He reluctantly moved out of her way, following her into the kitchen.

——————

“Oh, she’s making chocolates for Illumi and her friends? How interesting!”

Kikyo laughed, the butler who had informed her stiffening. “Illumi is quite protective of that girl, make sure she doesn’t burn herself or anything. I wouldn’t want my poor Illumi upset!”

The butler nodded, hanging up the phone.

“Gotoh, Mistress Kikyo said to watch over her carefully.” The apprentice butler, Canary remarked. Gotoh nodded.

“I would, but she seems tense around me. It may be better to have you accompany her, Canary. She is rather relaxed in your presence.”

Canary sighed lightly. “That’s good, I guess. I don’t mind watching her, it’s just… she keeps offering me treats and being nice to me. It’s a bit difficult to say no sometimes. If I said yes, I’d be in trouble.”

“No, you wouldn’t. She is not a Zoldyck yet, your relationship with her does not concern me or the masters. Illumi would prefer her having a female butler attending her anyways.”

Canary nodded. “Alright. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

Gotoh left, Canary watching him as he did.

[cho-aaacho]

Happy Summer Days

Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

"Hey, wait..."

"Uh, Albert?"

You turned your body, gazing towards the voice that called you. You could see his beaming face from the distance, his face pulling into a smile as he grew closer to you.

You chuckled. You always received the same response every time he smiled at you like that. 

You stop walking and stand still in front of the bakery. The smell of a chocolate cake floats into the atmosphere. You waited until the figure approached, so you could see his face more clearly. He looks just like your savior.

As he gets closer, you can smell his summer sweat dripping down from his forehead to his neck. A rosy color crosses across his cheeks, tinted with a natural hue.

You have no idea why someone would dress like that during summer. With that black turtleneck and suit, he would die from the heat. But he seemed to don't care about them. He doesn't care about his looks, even if you call him goofy.

Albert pointed at the bakery and both of you walked into it. Both of you sat beside the window and he ordered a chocolate cake and iced Americano. Although you are not a fan of coffee, you ordered the same menu as him.

You frowned but after seeing Albert's soft eyes gazing at the bakery decorations, a smile formed on your face. "So... What's going on? You look happy."

Albert turned his head to you and touched your fingers. "Happy Summer Days!"

You giggled. He said those words so suddenly, like, something special had just popped up from his head and he immediately shared them with you. His eyes formed into a smile like a crescent moon. You didn't say anything, but shook your head and held back your laughter.

He swiped a red box with a blue ribbon on the top. He looked at the table, avoiding eye contact. You didn't understand what "Summer Days" meant; you had never heard of it in your life. But, since Albert said it with so much emotion and love, you didn't ask him about that.

After some time, he said, "Um... I bought them when I was working abroad. I thought... perhaps you'd love them."

Once again, a warm smile formed on his face. His eyes filled with compassion and his presence was calm and welcoming. He asked with a kind smile. "Open it."

You nodded.

You opened the box gingerly, fearing that you might end up ruining the box. You planned to save this box for later as a memento at your apartment. You looked at each other for a moment, sank into a solitude.

"Albert?"

"You like it?"

It was a plushie - a bunny with big eyes. It had creamy almond-colored fur, soft long floppy ears with a sweet embroidered face and rosy pink cheeks.

You looked at Albert in disbelief. You hadn't received a gift from anyone recently and this plushie... it was just too cute. The plushie felt so huggable; it was like holding a little ball of fur. It almost seemed like a real bunny. Albert noticed the sparkle in your eyes, he giggled and seemed proud of his gift.

His face turned serious. "I asked Alex. She's helped me to get this stuff; I heard these plushie are popular. So, I thought it would be nice to give one to you. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Albert," you said as you snapped your finger.

He rubbed his palms together and said calmly, "Oh, you can pretend that plushie is me when you miss me."

You smirked. "Oh, pretending that this bunny is you?"

Something weird just popped up in your head. You know it's always fun to tease him in public, making him flustered with those rosy cheeks. "Oh, so. I can do this?"

You closed your eyes and placed a small kiss on the plushie.

"...and like this?" and hugged the plushie tightly against your chest, felt the plushie in your embrace. Rubbing its head softly, you smiled down at it.

"Also,"

"Hey! Don't do that in public. It makes me think weird things when you do that!"

He couldn't believe that you were doing this in a public place. Did you intend to tease him? Of course, you did this on purpose. You could feel the nervousness in him, and it made you warm from the inside. You were surprised about how nervous he was.

"But, Albert, you said if I miss you-"

"Oh, God. Yes, of course I said that. But, not to do it in public."

[lilimalia]

2 જ⁀➴ yellows for betrayal, bastard boy

TEVYAT NEWS… golden boy ayato has finally hit the peak of every celebrity's career. a scandal! boy, is the world eating it up. except, maybe this time, the reporters are right...?

WARNINGS... none!

SUMMARY… Young, dumb, and broke, Y/n L/n has scaled the makeup community from half-assed make up tutorials and explorations… Somehow, she's landed herself a position of popularity, and has yet to understand how to continue building fame. When a famous actor, Ayato Kamisato, is in need of a last-minute makeup artist, and is forced to call her up…

On the other side of town, Ayato shuts off his phone to a close. Wiping the screen with the tuft of his sleeve as he slides it smoothly into his breast pocket.

The cool air of the Little Fontaine bristles his silky hair, the binds of his clean cut suit and turtleneck strain as he steps out the car. A small huff of distain as he makes way towards the building doors. His eyes narrowing as the sight of a giddy young girl drowned in light pink hair emerges.

“Hello! Are you Mr. Ayato? Oh whoops wrong question! I knew the moment you showed up! You’re here for the 4pm interview right? Lets get started shall we? My names Charlotte! I’ll be your reporter today! I aim for only the most credible and sensational stories so please be honest as can be!” Charlotte giggles, excitingly poking at her monocle as it rises.

In her excitement she gestures towards Ayato in a flurry of movements as she heads towards the golden lined glass doors of the building. Quick to grab at a notebook hanging somewhere in her clothes (where had it come from?) forcing Ayato to follow in awkward silence.

Turning around she jots down a note in her book as she asks,

“Hello? Excuse me Mr. Ayato? Could you smile for the Kamera please? I’ve just got to a get a cover photo for the columnists too!”

Before anything, he’s forced into an prim and proper smile, eyes closed in slyness as he adjusts the flaps of his suit, his cuffs links shine lightly as the flash of the camera reflects off it.

Click!

Peering over her Kamera she grins as she packs it away.

“Alright Mr. Ayato! Let’s get started! Ooh, I can’t wait to get in on this scoop!”

Before he has a say, she’s scampering off to the nearest mess hall to start. A long, drawn out breath, exhaling from his lips as he pinches his nose. Brows crinkling as he yawns.

Oh the cost of fame.

…

By the time he’s left the building, he swears the crisp air has gotten 10 degrees cooler. It’s chilly as he wraps his suit around him tighter. Cuff links silver against his white gloves.

A black tuxedo car rolls up, wheels churning to a stop. The tinted window, albeit very illegal, rolling down as ginger hair pops out.

“Ayato! How was the interview? Are you tired? Oh… Never mind! There’s warm congee at home! Ayaka fell asleep waiting for you… We better get home soon before she wakes up!”

“Oh? I shouldn’t keep her waiting then now. Right, let’s be quick with it please Thoma.”

As he steps into the passenger sheet, Thoma’s bright smile soothes the last of the late night nerves. His silly face is covered by a ghastly white mask, bangs pinned back in place by a Cinnamaroll hair clip -most likely Ayaka’s since he never could find his own-.

Looking down, he’s noticing a bundle of yellow gardenias. Curious, he plucks at the petal wilting on the edge.

“Oh… I forgot to tell you, I got those. Do you think they’ll like them? It’s been a while hasn’t it! I hope their doing alright….”

“Mm. I would hope so.” Ayato stares, the pools in his eyes plucking up the bouquet, longingly clutching them close to his chest. Grasping against them as he leans back, staring out into the city sky.

“Thoma…”

“Mm?” He replies, head tilting.

“Do you think… What I did was wrong?” He asks, almost uncertain.

There’s this look of flashing uncertainty in his eyes. Dancing off his stern expression as his bangs shelter it away from Thoma.

Thoma’s eyes don’t lift from the front of the steering wheel. His smile gone.

“What did you do?”

“You know better than to ask me to explain myself Thoma…”, a small tch leaving his chapped lips.

“I’m… Not sure sir.”

“Don’t- call me that Thoma.”

“Well, Si- Ayato… It takes more than a couple of monthly flowers to convince someone of an apology.”

“I just… Can’t seem to understand them.”

…

The car goes quiet, as Thoma pulls up into a lot. Stepping out into the cool air, pulling open Ayato’s door. Looming over the car’s roof.

He’s no longer paying attention, looking up at a the parents above.

An apartments balcony, hung with dried flowers, all uniquely yellow follows the gaze of the men.

Pale yellow, buds now wilted and shrunken, bounded by twine, hung over the wooden posts of the balcony, catching Ayato’s eye.

Passing the bouquet he was grappling on -when had he started hugging at it?- Ayato passes the flowers between the fingers of Thoma.

“An apology starts with understanding Yato’. And then it’s confrontation.”

“Hm. If only I could understand the way you think Thoma.”

“Trust me Ayato… I don’t think you’d want too”

“Life is so much harder on this side of the argument. I really can’t understand them like you do.”

“Lifes harder for everyone when you’re under fire. Think about them. About how you made them feel, and then we maybe we can talk about them on equal terms…” Thoma sighs, ruefully as he points the tip of the flowers towards Ayato. Still sitting cross-legged, legs stretched long as he leans back and stares.

“Life is harder too, if you can’t admit your in love.”

“Hmph.” Ayato glares, shaking his head in disgust as he slams the door in Thoma’s face

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The Timeless Style Of Audrey Hepburn

Audrey Hepburn: British actress and humanitarian, a wondrous woman with an everlasting legacy who was idolised worldwide for her effortless poise and grace. It is an undeniable fact that Audrey was a true fashion icon of her time - a timeless beauty.

Use of colour allowed Audrey to create outfits that could live forever, outfits that could be stored in time capsules and remain just as wonderful for years to come. She used hues of black, white, and grey most frequently: shades that have stood the test of time and create a sleek and sophisticated feel to an outfit. This neutral palette would be aided by pops of colour, predominantly pastels, scarlet red, and coral pink.

Alongside an aesthetically stunning colour scheme, her outfits would usually feature stripes, floral or checkered patterns. Even so, she maintained a strict one-pattern-per-outfit policy, with every other item of clothing being a solid colour.

Audrey's style was classy and distinguished both on and off the screen. She was the queen of the little black dress, much like her Breakfast At Tiffany's character Holly Gollightly. Pairing slim-cut trousers with black turtlenecks, and white blouses with cinch-waist skirts she would create minimalistic outfits that radiated her balletic nature. Contrasting her feminine pieces, Hepburn also wasn't afraid to break down gendered clothing barriers, wearing blazers, suits and ties as often as she pleased - feminism at its most quintessential.

Audrey always had statement sunglasses within reach, whether they were cat eye or tortoise-shell, they were always sure to add the finishing touches to her outfits. A beige trench coat was her go to jacket of choice; ballet flats or penny loafers were her ever-reliable footwear and she would often adorn her outfits with a simplistic string of pearls and stud earrings.

Chic and stunning - Audrey Hepburn was and always will remain a truly timeless fashion icon.

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The Dynamite Punch Boys Halloween Special, Chapter 3: A Vampire!?

Chapter 3: A Vampire!?

That night...

Leo, Blake, and Teddy wore their best suits...

Leo wore a pink button up shirt, with a gray bow tie, black vest, gray suit jacket, and gray slacks, with black dress shoes, paired with a hidden transformation belt, in case they needed to transform into their crime fighting outfit.

Blake wore a light blue button up shirt, with a white tie, dark blue vest, white suit jacket, and white slacks, paired with black dress shoes, Blake already had transformation powers and could transform into his crime fighting outfit with ease.

Teddy wore a light grass green button up shirt, matched with a black tie, gray vest, black suit jacket, black slacks, and black dress shoes, he also paired the look with a transformation belt so he could transform into his crime fighting outfit at will.

With their nicest clothes on, they began their mission, their mission of getting their parents back, and possibly fighting a vampire if it came down to it.

“Victor Fang, Victor Fang... huh... Victor Fang...” Teddy said softly to himself while the three of them walked.

“What’s up Teddy?” Leo asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, it’s just... the name Victor Fang sounds kinda familiar, but I can’t place where I’ve heard it from.” Teddy said.

“I see, let’s hope your info on Vampires comes in handy.” Leo said.

“Yeah, let’s hope.” Teddy said.

Leo, Blake, and Teddy finally arrive at the house, well more like fancy victorian Manor, it loomed over them with ominous vibes, Leo rang the doorbell, it looked old and rusted slightly, it screeched loudly like a scream of some sort, Leo, Blake, and Teddy felt nervous as there was a small silence between the three of them, they didn’t know what they would see at that dinner table, but it couldn’t be good, the door opened nice and wide with Philip on the other side, he smirked as he greeted them.

“Good choice.” Philip said.

“Where’s our parents!” Leo demanded.

“Settle down now, you’ll see them soon, step this way.” Philip said.

Philip led them through the doorway and into the Manor, it looked cold and dead, with many furniture covered in white sheets, and dust covering the whole place, it was a mixture of old victorian aesthetic with the furniture and stairs, and just look of the house, and 80’s tech, old landline phones that looked dusty, an old computer sitting in the living room, that kind of thing, and finally the dining room, there was a table with an incredible feast laid out, while a fire roared in the fireplace, there were four figures sitting at the table.

First figure was Jane Plasma Leo’s mother, she had neat and tidy snow white hair exactly like her kid, with brown eyes and fair skin to match, she of course wore a lab coat, a pink turtleneck sweater, black slacks, and black flats.

Second figure was Mod XJ Blake’s mother, she had snow white hair exactly like her son, but unlike her son it was a bit messy, she also had blue eyes and fair skin, she of course wore a lab coat, a blue button up shirt, and white slacks matched with white flats.

Third figure was Dani Casper Teddy’s mother, she had messy snow white hair exactly like her son, with the difference being a ponytail, her left eye was green, and her right eye was an icy blue, and sickly pale skin, she of course like the other mothers wore a lab coat, with a regular t-shirt, and jeans.

“MOM!!” Leo, Blake, and Teddy said as they ran over to their parents.

“Ahem, it would be rude to simply not introduce yourselves.” A mysterious voice said.

The final figure was Victor Fang himself, he sat elegantly in his chair, and slowly smirked when he saw the Dynamite Punch Boys walk in, Victor had silvery gray hair, red eyes, and sickly pale skin, as well as fingernails that looked more like sharp claws, despite his hair he looked super young, and pretty attractive, he wore a nice all black suit, black button up shirt, black tie, black vest, black suit jacket, black slacks, black shoes, all of it all black, except for the red rose in his jacket pocket.

“Welcome, Dynamite Punch Boys, to my Manor.” Victor said with a wide smirk.

“You must be Victor.” Leo said.

“That is correct my dear boy, I am Victor...” Victor said.

“Mom, are you okay?” Leo asked Jane, but Jane said nothing, simply stared off into space, her eyes focused on the wall, and it was the same with Dani and Mod, who also stared off into space.

“You! What did you do to our Moms!?” Teddy questioned Victor.

“They are simply in a hypnotic trance, thanks to my butler Philip, they won’t move or speak unless on his command.” Victor said.

Philip chuckled quite menacingly, his eyes still blocked by his sunglasses, but you could tell they had a sort of hypnotic energy behind them.

“What do you want!?” Leo questioned.

Victor smirked and gestured to the table, and the extensive feast.

“Come, sit. And we’ll discuss.” Victor said.

Leo, Blake, and Teddy looked at each other for a moment, silently and cautiously they sat down, immediately they were served food by the Butler Philip, including their parents who simply still stared off into space, but Teddy noticed a small twitch from his Mom Dani Casper.

Leo, Blake, and Teddy hardly touched their food, it sat there on their plate just getting cold, Leo just didn’t trust it, Teddy didn’t even want to take a bite, and Blake was a robot that didn’t eat or consume regular food.

“Eat.” Victor demanded.

“Not until you tell us exactly what you want from us!” Leo demanded back.

Victor sighed.

“You’re quite persistent, aren’t you? I invite you over for a meal, and this is how I am repaid?” Victor said.

“You kidnapped our Moms, and threatened us to come here.” Teddy recalled.

“It’s whatever, you came right? You should enjoy dinner, eat.” Victor said.

Leo, Blake, and Teddy looked down at the meal, it was a nice steak paired with Asparagus and mashed potatoes. Blake quickly scanned it, and approved it, so they began to eat, except for Blake, who simply pretended to eat.

“Good.” Victor said.

“Now tell us, what do you want with us?” Leo asked as they took one bite of asparagus.

Victor smirked.

“You should know that vampires are separated into several different clans, and there are leaders to those clans, and those leaders all listen and obey the Vampire Queen, there is a new Vampire Queen every one hundred years, to keep it fair.” Victor explained.

“Yeah, I know.” Teddy said.

“Well, did you know that recently a hundred years has passed, and now there’s a new Queen, and she is THE WORST!!! She has human friends, who befriends a human!? And is now creating policies against killing and maiming humans!! Who does that!?” Victor cried.

Victor slammed his hands on the table harshly, making Leo, Blake, and Teddy jump slightly.

“Sounds good to humans, sure I guess so, but what about us? What about our needs? They’ve been giving alternatives, such as humans giving blood freely!? What!? And animal blood, blech! One vampire even suggested consuming the color red, what!? How’s that even possible!? Absolute madness!” Victor said.

“Well, humans do prefer that you not kill them, or even treat humans like cattle to feed on generally.” Leo said.

Victor glared at Leo.

“What would you know? You’re just a wretched human!” Victor pointed out.

Leo couldn’t help but feel a little offended by that statement, being a SUPERhuman and all.

“Besides, I’ve already decided to overthrow her, and make her pay for such INSOLENCE!!! I will then make the humans pay! By completely TAKING OVER THE WORLD AND ENSLAVING ALL HUMANS!!!” Victor said.

Leo immediately got up, soon to follow was Teddy and Blake who followed Leo’s lead.

“Well, I think that’s all we can take, we’ll just be taking our Moms and leaving.” Leo said.

“Oh but I haven’t even gotten to the part with you in it.” Victor said.

Suddenly Leo, Blake, and Teddy were forced back into their seats by some sort of force, shackles suddenly erupt from around them and proceed to shackle the trio to their chairs, Dani twitched a little bit and so did Philip, Teddy remained as calm as can be given the circumstances, but Leo and Blake were kind of freaking out, Victor smirked as he proceeded to calmly get up from his seat and walk over to them.

“You see, you see ever since I was turned, I developed this special ability, I didn’t have vampiric powers like the others, but that didn’t make me weak, my special ability was to absorb other’s powers through my bite!” Victor explained.

Victor grabbed Leo’s chin and held up their head, he looked straight into Leo’s eyes. Leo felt nervous and tried to struggle out of his grip, but he was strong.

“I had to sort of bite my own kind to get these powers, but it was worth it! And after I take your powers, there will be NO stopping me!” Victor said as he began to ready himself to take a bite from Leo’s neck.

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Under the mistletoe

(This work is a caitvi smut. MDNI.. warnings: vi calls caitlyn mommy and commander, mean dom cait. Brat sub vi, cursing, heavy pet play, mentions of former orgasms. Orgasms. Fingering & spanking. )

The minute the words left her mouth she knew she was fucked. Fucked in every sense of thw word. Violet let her gaze wander a bit before her wrist was grabbed. She was being drug in another direction by her oh-so loving girlfriend. Commander Caitlyn Kiramman.

The two women had decided to host a Christmas party. Well.. Caitlyn had decided to host a Christmas party. Vi just happened to live under the same roof. So, the invites were sent. Decorations were bought. Along with all the Christmas fun, Caitlyn had decided a donations list for the hospital district. The highest bidder would get thier name on a plaque outside the hospital of thier choice. A good way for the Kirammen's to raise a lot of money. Which was something the family was superb at.

After several.. favors from Cait to Vi, Caitlyn had coaxed Vi into coming shopping with her. Caitlyn had deemed Vi's clothes. "Unformal." So, on a brisk morning the two of them had gone shopping on the upper side of Piltover. After store and store, Caitlyn had no problem finding clothes. But everything Vi seemed to look at made her cringe. And that was before she looked at the price tags. Not like money was an issue for the Kirammen's. Vi just felt like she was leaching off of her girlfriend. But before she could think too long. She was snapped back into reality. Caitlyn was trying dresses and shoes on when a pile of clothes on neat wooden hangers hit Vi's lap.

The pink-haired girl let her gaze wander upwards. Seeing Caitlyn standing there with a small pinched expression. Her lips were pressed together tightly and upon dropping the clothes she crossed her arms. "Violet, pick out what you like. Or I will. For the love of Janna, a black knitted turtleneck would be nice. Or even a black dress. You can wear flats for all I care. Just- anything-" the Piltie groaned. Sitting next to Violet. Burying her head in her hands. "I'm sorry - I've just been so so stressed.." Caitlyn sighed. Looking down at the ground. Fiddling with her hands.

"Hey-" the pink-haired girl said, letting her hand travel. She could give a shit about the clothes. But right now. She wanted to reassure Caitlyn. "It's okay. I'll go- I'll go try something on. We're going to make it out alive." The zaunite joked. Pressing a kiss to Caitlyns head. Looking back in her lap. Scanning the clothes with her powder blue eyes. Her gaze falling on a black button up shirt and a suit jacket that looked like it would hug her curves in all the right places. Along with pants made out of a stretch material that would be breathable.

Vi peeled herself from the couch. She turned and grabbed the hangers with the items she needed and looked at Caitlyn. "Can I just wear my black boots? The ones I keep at home?" The Zaunite asked. Those were not as banged up at her crimson red ones. "Yes- that's fine.." Caitlyn hummed out. Massaging her temple. She'd found a nice royal blue satin dress and a pair of heels with a black bow on them. She wasn't hard to shop for. Vi was another story.

......

Violet woke up on the day of rhe party and Caitlyn was humming a christmas tune in her sleep. The Kirammen's had hired help for setting up. Whicb means Cait had to keep Vi home and getting ready. "I'll do your makeup. Your eyebags are atrocious." Caitlyn said, without a second thought. Not affected by how Vi might have taken the comment. "That was.. wrong of me. Apologies." The British accent laced Caitlyns voice as she leaned down to peck Vi's lips.

"'t's okay-" Vi laughed. Sitting up. Walking to Caitlyns Vanity she had in her room. Looking at the mirror. Pictures of Caitlyn growing up filled the mirrors. Even some ones featuring Vi were stuck on there. Those ones were by the center mirror. And by the time Caitlyn was done, vi looked different.. it was a good different. A different that she could embrace. Maybe in another life she'd have a vanity and do Cait's makeup.

As expected, Caitlyn looked wonderful in her attire. The smooth blue silk held Caitlyn like the stars in the sky. And her slender legs paired with her bow adorned shoes left Violet feeling breathless. She was ethereal, like a Greek goddess come to earth. But when Vi stepped out in her pants and button up. Caitlyn shot up like a bullet. Drinking all of Vi in, grabbing her by the loops of her pants. Yanking her closer. Her combat boots dragging her forward. Violet embraced Caitlyn in a kiss that would end 2 ways. One, Violet spread across Caits bed with Caitlyn rearranging her guts. And the other, leave Vi a hot mess in front of a party of people. It seemed like the odds weren't in the zaunite's favor.

It wasn't long before the guests began to pour in. A few that Vi recognized considering she was an outsider by these peoples standards. Mel and Jayce were together. Arm in arm while Viktor was with a young girl. Her brunette hair was up in a fashionable bun. "Sky." Caitlyn had reminded Vi as the two walked in together. Vi stuck pretty close to Cait. Following after her like a lost puppy. Eventually grabbing Caitlyn a glass of Chardonnay and a whiskey for hersf as they walked.

"Well, you clean up quiet nicely. Don't you?" Asked a female voice behind vi. The pink-haired girl scoffed as she turned around. She knew that voice. Knew it all too well. Along with Mel, Caitlyn thought it was an excellent idea to also invite Ambessa Medarda. "What're you doing here? Don't you have a puny boy waiting for you?" Vi snapped. Which caused Caitlyn to turn from a young man who had occupied her attention. Looking at the display infront of her.

"Why be anywhere but the most prestigious party of the year?" Ambessa asked with s smirk smile. She was dripping with jewelry that screamed Noxius. Along with a blood red dress with gold and black accents. "Glad you could make it Ambessa. Always a pleasure." Caitlyn said. Stepping in between the two of them. Causing Vi to scoff. "Go on Cait. Why don't you ask her why she's here." Vi snarked, her voice dripping with venom. Looking past Caitlyn.

"Commander," Ambessa smirked. Looking at the Bluenette as she nodded her head down to Caitlyn. "You look lovely." The medarda smiled.

"Let me show you how lovely you look biting the curb." The zaunite snapped. Shoving Caitlyn out of the way. She hadn't realized that Ambessa was doing this all for the sake of Pissing Vi off.

And that's how Violet got here. Being dragged out of the party. Past the kitchen. To a conference room. Caitlyn's father's study. "What the hell was that!?" Caitlyn snapped. Slamming the door behind her. Locking it with a swift turn of her fingers.

"Don't give me that, she's a Hazard to Piltover and Zaun!" Vi snapped back at the bluenette. "What happens when she announces she is going to war with Piltover Because she was threatened with death at the Commander's Christmas party!?" The enforcer roared back at Vi. Who was leaned up against the wall. Arms crossed.

"Oh, pet. Were you jealous?" Caitlyn asked in a condescending tone as she strode over to Violet. Grabbing Vi's face with her pointer finger and thumb. "Me? Jealous of some old, dried up warpig. Fat fuckin' chance.'' The pink-haired girl started. Before Caitlyn patted a gently slap on Vi's cheek. "Is that how you talk to me? " The bluenette asked.

"Fuck you and fuck your self righteous, overbearing-" Vi grumbled as the words tumbled out of her mouth. She didn't even know what she was looking to say. She just knew she was going to get Caitlyn back. Violet could've sworn she saw Caitlyns eyes glow red. The Kirammen grabbed Vi by her wrists. Pinning her to the door.

"I'm going to give you one chance. Apologize." Caitlyn said, looking at Vi like she was going to kill her. Or- seriously punish her. In a way she never had before. Vi smirked. Looking at Caitlyn with fire in her eyes. "Fuck off." The zaunite snapped as she shoved Caitlyn off herself. Trying to open the very- locked door.

Caitlyn grabbed Vi by the back of her shirt. Like a mother grabbing a kitten by her scruff. "Your lucky if I don't spank you right here and now."

"I'd like to see you try. Piltover's made you soft," the pink-haired girl hissed, her words dripping with confidence. She moved her shoulder sharply, causing Caitlyn to lose her grip on Violet. The bluenette scoffed, a smirk playing on her lips as she wrapped her hand around Vi's throat in the way she knew Violet liked. The tension in the air was palpable, each movement charged with unspoken emotions and a history that neither could easily forget. Caitlyn's grip tightened, her eyes locked onto Vi's, daring her to resist. The room seemed to shrink around them, their breaths mingling in the heated space as they stood on the edge of a confrontation that had been brewing for far too long.

"Over my lap." Caitlyn snapped. Pulling out a chair. Plopping down on the chair while she shoved Vi onto the ground. "Come pet." Caitlyn said sternly. Violet's face was dusted over with a light blush. The pink-haired girl moved so she was sprawled over Caitlyns lap. Caitlyn smirked. Rubbing Vi's ass. Her pants were protecting the harsh slaps thay would be reigned down on her ass.

Caitlyn hummed. Looking down at the girl who was sprawled over her lap. Yanking the soft material of Violet's pants down. "I expect you to count and apologize after each slap." Caitlyns soft posh voice spoke. The bluenette brought her hand against Vi's ass.

"One-" the pink-haired girl hissed out. "Your forgetting something?" Caitlyn questioned. "Thank you commander-" Violet whispered.

"What was that? Couldn't hear that." Caitlyn hummed out. Violet let out a soft and strangled whimper. "Thank you commander." Vi said louder this time.

"Good girl. Such a good pet for me. You remind me of a disobedient dog somwtimes." Caitlyn tease. Bringing her hand down again. Receiving a series of apologies and tears streaming from Violet. After a few slaps she was finished with Vi.

Caitlyn had been generous enough to leave Vi's underwear on. She was strict. But she wasn't too mean. Depending on the day. Caitlyn pressed her hand to Vi's clothed cunt. Feeling around while Vi was still pressed over her lap. "Oh, oh." The enforcer smirked. Pressing Vi's underwears underwear aside. She was able to easily insert a finger into Violet's core.

Vi gasped, moving her hand as Caitlyn slapped her hand away. "Find your clit. I'll finger you and you can play with your clit. Dirty girl." The Piltie spoke while Violet began to rub hard, fast circles in her clit. "Oh shit- awh- fuck-" the zaunite whined while she dug her fingers into Caitlyns thigh.

"You going to cum for me? Cum for me pet. Keep quiet. Wouldn't want Ambessa to know what a dirty whore you are." The piltover said. Inserting another finger. The thrusts of her fingers were brutal amd unforgiving. She wasn't letting Vi get away without a proper punishment.

"Yes- yes yes-" Vi panted. Throwing her head back as Caitlyn flipped her around. Vi was moving her hands with soft circles. "Fuck-" Caitlyn felt as Violet's cunt spasmed around her fingers. Coating Caitlyns fingers in Vi's juices.

"Good girl. You did so good for me." Caitlyn whispered. Pressing a kiss to Violet's lips. "I love you. Your so perfect for me." The piltie smiled. Holding Vi close to her.

The party was over before Vi knew it. Caitlyn had gotten Vi redressed and gotten her an advil for her ass. Along with an apology to Ambessa. Which Violet had to be heavily convinced. Caitlyn stressed how important it was for Caitlyn to keep good relations with foreign leaders. Although Vi didn't like Ambessa. She gave her a small apology. But not without a glass of whiskey.

Vi crashed shortly after that. Accompanied by Caitlyn. The two of them didn't have to clean up considering The Kirammen's hired help to tear down from the party.

Maybe, Caitlyn would have another party for new years or next Christmas... but for now. Caitlyn was fine with laying in bed. Limbs tangled within Vi's. Together..

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I hope this was good! I had so much fun writing it!! Make sure to request other stuff for me to write on my profile!!

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Has anyone else watched Miraculous Ladybug and thought to themselves; you know for a show where the main protagonist and antagonist are into fashion, we could use a few stylish outfits. So here’s a long ramble where I brainstorm what Nathalie Sancoeur could also wear if the animation budget allowed for more outfits. Buckle up this will get long.

First off, let’s take a look at her main outfit:

A neatly put together business suit that’s both professional, practical, yet allows her to express her individuality, all points that are a plus for someone working for a fashion company.

We also see her main color scheme consists of: black, red, and purple, with main emphasis on red due to the streak in her hair, and the borders of her glasses. Nathalie is someone who looks good in darker shades. I cannot for the life of me see her wearing something like pastels. At the very least, a light color like sky blue would fit her well since it matches her eyes. Colors that sharply contrast with red such as deep pinks, yellow, or orange would be jarring on the eyes. So colors that I could see her in beyond the red,black, purple scheme are:

Gray

Forrest or Hunter Green

Navy Blue

Teal

Light Blue

White

Gold

Silver

I don’t think she’d choose shades of beige, tan, or brown due to wearing them often doing field work as an archaeologist.

Clothes

I imagine her business contract states that she has to get her work clothes from Gabriel’s brand, and that she has to be up to date with the latest trends. She’d probably have at least two other business suits in her closet that can easily be paired with different colored tops. Perhaps something like:

If you want to spice up her spice up her usual outfit, something you could do is to replace her slacks with a knee length pencil skirt. It is a timeless look, especially with the red turtleneck she wears:

Or if her suit color scheme is black, we could switch the turtleneck for a top like:

In the event that she has to attend a formal event/ party to promote Gabriel’s brand, I obviously would put her in a red dress:

Shoes & Accessories

Nathalie wears flats in the show. I’d guess she’s around 5’5 (165 cm) so using heels to add height wouldn’t be a huge concern, but a shoe with a touch of height and has support if she’s up on her feet all day can go a long way. I bet most of her shoes would black with the occasional off white pair:

In colder weather she might pair ankle length boots with her outfit:

For a more out there look, I can definitely see her wearing those pull up knee high boots that outline the shape of your leg. Goes great with a dress or a skirt.

As for jewelry, Nathalie wouldn’t want anything getting in the way as she works so no dangly earrings or bracelets. I can see her wearing pearl studs or the occasional necklace, but nothing more. I think story framing wise, it’s good to keep the jewelry to a minimum until she starts wearing the peacock miraculous.

Thanks for reading!

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Evan picked up the phone and called Rafa. Checking his pink nail polish he waited for him to pick up.

Rafael : “*sighs* he was bound to call at some point..”

Rafael answered the call with a sigh  “So now you decided to call me, while I am at work huh?”

Evan: “Well I could call you back but then you’d be with Maddie so I am pretty sure now it’s best. Don’t you agree? I wouldn’t want to interrupt you two. So Rafa I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while and I could make up some excuse but I know I didn’t call because you would give me an earful about my jokes. Also I know you probably look hot as fuck right now, all serious at your desk maybe a turtleneck?” Evan chuckled lightly “Sorry, I can’t stop myself”

Rafael continued to pace in the same area, shifting side to side while he listened to Evan speak his words. Rolling his eyes dreadfully slow and sighing, lightly tilting his head when he came to the agreement in his head that Evan was actually right for once. “You make a good point here. On all accords, Besides one thing.” He finds himself taking a seat at his desk.

Rafael: “No turtle neck. But let me guess you are probably currently admiring something new you did. Mmm? Tramp stamp perhaps? Maybe the nails, what did you do this time? Pink. perhaps, it is in rotation.”

Evan: “You know me so well, pink nails. Look I called to tell you that all jokes aside I really miss you and you are one of the best people I know. Courts reminded me I should tell you more often. I haven’t been a very good friend lately and you have been going through some major changes. That pic with Maddie and the ring. If I know you well enough I’d say you have fallen pretty hard for her. I see her charms and honestly you two look like a good fit. She is bubbly and extroverted, not to mention very hot.”

Rafael let out a huff and then a sigh “Don’t even worry about it. You are not a bad friend Evan. Self-pity doesn’t suit you. Very Unattractive.”  before his lips creeped up into a smile at mentioning of Madalyn only to fall minutes later. Evan was right, Rafael has been going through quite major changes, including opening his heart up again when the thought of having someone truly fit him was left in the past. Rafael: “It is a promise ring. Madalyn talked about it quite frequently so I took it upon myself to buy her one. She has in a sense flipped my whole life upside down. But it’s good. It’s good. She is good. Fantastic actually. But there is one thing that troubles me.”

“What are you talking about? I am always attractive!” Evan bursted out laughing “Thank you Rafael, you are not a bad friend either”. Evan pondered what to say next, this was some serious matter that Rafa wanted to talk about, he could feel it in the tone of his voice. “I know you, she could have insisted as much as she wanted but you wouldn’t have bought the ring if you didn’t want to. You don’t tend to be a people pleaser nor someone that avoids arguments or serious conversations. So, go ahead, ask away.”  “Evan, come to the bedroom please” Courtney called him so he got up and started making his way towards her.

Rafael sometimes disliked how much Evan paid attention. He knew him... Knew him well enough that the words he was saying were aligned with Rafael's characteristics. He pushed his office chair back and began to pace once more. Trying to figure out the right words to say or even how to say it. Never did he think he would be in this situation.. Especially with Evan. So instead he brought the phone away from his ear and directly spoke into the phone. Rafael:“When did you know.That Courtney was the one? -he sighed deeply and pushed his hair out of his face- I know the definition of love in verses ways, how to describe it, what it looks like without seeing it. But to know is different, to experience it.. it is different. You know me, Evan. As you said, I don’t do things irrationally. But Madalyn -he huffed and let out a small laugh- she.. just has a way of making me feel like I am learning new things about myself. And yes I know, a relationship should be that way. But when did you know? What was it that made you say she is it?”

Evan felt the heaviness of Rafa's words, this wasn't the time for jokes. "Ok, when did I know..."He took a deep breath, kept it in for a couple of seconds and exhaled. "It took me a while but one night we were out with friends, having dinner at a restaurant. I went out for a smoke, I had a bad day, I was feeling wrecked and yet I was putting up a show, I wasn't feeling like I wanted to have so many people around me. Uni was proving difficult, I never had a thing for studying yet I was trying to make my parents happy, not that they ever forced me to do anything but you know..." Rafael: "I know how you felt about yourself Evan, you wanted to prove yourself you were more than what you think everyone thought of you"

"You remember the prank the twins pulled where they glued all of my underwear together? It was that day, it was payback because I got dad to give me his Mustang; well Courtney followed me out of the restaurant me soon after, she hugged me and told me -You know you can be sad- then she tightened the grip and I hugged her back. I thought how the fuck she could read me so well. It happened more often than I liked but that night I understood that she could see me. She could read me and she cared for me. I realized I could be myself with her and that I wanted to hold on to her. I wanted her to keep looking at me like that, she can cut through all my bullshit. Just as I can see through her"

Rafa was silent still, thinking about what Evan just said. This was Evan's chance and he seized it "...well that and the fact that I wanted her to ravage my ass so badly". Shock and horror, it's like Evan could hear Rafa's disgusted face through the phone. "I got you didn't I?"

Rafael listened intently, hearing the tone shift until he noticed Evan’s smile through the phone. Remembering their first discussion about Courtney. His tone has not change. He paced a little more until he stopped dead in his tracks and felt his face scrunch up in disgust. Rafael:“You always have to ruin a good moment between us don’t you.” Rafael groaned and plopped down on the couch staring up at the tall ceiling of his office. His brows bunched up and his chest tightened up. Rafael:“Evan. I am really starting to believe that I lov- His words were cut short when the door to his office opened and in walked Madalyn. His eyes widened, wandering over the outfit she had so gracefully presented. “Holy shit.”

Evan:“Hey dude are you ok? I can call you later…” Courtney was being very clear about her intentions, in another situation Evan was ready to hang up on Rafa but he was being very honest about his feelings and asking for his help so he was hoping that Rafa would cut the conversation short. 

Madalyn raised a brow as Rafa mouthed to her that he was on the phone with Evan. She took it upon herself to get comfortable. Rafael: “Yeah. Sorry I thought I saw something outside.” Rafael scrunched up his face as soon as the lie left his lips. But Madalyn insisted on him not mentioning her. Rafael:“How is Courtney by the way? Madalyn told me she was feeling a bit under the weather recently. Which makes Madalyn want to visit her more. I quite frankly have to hide my wallet so she doesn’t randomly buy plane tickets” he laughed lightly as Madalyn hit him playfully and frowned giving him the look of: fuck you.

Evan: “It was one of those moments where she needs to be alone, well alone with me you know, it happens sometimes. Nothing that lots of cuddles can’t solve.” Courtney started stroking him, he had to keep a moan in, Rafael wouldn’t take it well if he knew what was happening.”Look Rafa, it seems to me that you love Maddie, I bet you think about her always even now that you are working and you are a workaholic” Evan let out a small hiss and motion Courtney to take it slower. 

Rafael smirked as he saw the devious grin creep up along Madalyns lips for a moment he didn’t quite hear what Evan was saying. The sight of her was mesmerizing, from this Angle the length of her body to her heels was doing things to him, and before he knew it she was unzipping his pants.  All he heard was the words “love her” and his head turned to the side. Rafael:“You don’t even know the half of it.  She quite literally is driving me crazy. No woman has done that before” he stated letting out a sigh as he felt her hand brush along him.

Rafael didn’t dare to look at her after stating that knowing it will only fuel her. But once again Madalyn took him by surprise and he felt the warm embrace of her mouth. Rafael: “Mmm…-he had to clear his throat- I am really thinking… m-very large with her.” His eyes reverted back to Madalyn clutching her hand that was squeezing the inner part of his thigh. Gesturing her to take it easy.

Madalyn chuckled but went right back whispering quietly, trying to keep the lewd sounds to a minimum, but how could she when he was expressing such adorable facial expressions  “just be sure to not let him find out.. or he might get jealous” she giggled. 

........................

Evan: “Rafa, what are you doing? You seem unfocused…” Evan stayed quiet for a moment and motioned Courts to stop for a second, a very difficult request. Something was off, Rafael was never the type to get distracted unless…UNLESS! “Rafa, where is your dick now?! You dirty nasty hypocrite always telling how lewd I am” Evan looked at Courts, they both started laughing he covered the phone mic and whispered to Courts “This is pure gold”. Not wasting anymore time Courtney started working on Evan again doing her best to make Evan slip and reveal that he too was in the middle of sex. Evan: “I will hold this against you fore *cough* forever” he managed to disguise a guttural growl into a cough and looked over at his love and felt like just closing the call with Rafa but he pushed through. He needed to hear Rafa's reaction.

Rafael was beginning to cave in. The sensation of Madalyn’s mouth was overwhelming, from the warmth to subtle sounds and soft moans that escaped her muffled mouth. It was getting to close, he didn't know how much more he could take until he heard as clear as day Evan’s words. “Excuse me?” Rafael stopped Madalyn briefly receiving quite an unpleased expression but he gave her a reassuring look that he would make it up to her. 

Rafael:“Where my dick is, is none of your business and I told you I was at work. Sounds to me like you are becoming quite forgetful at this moment,” he stated not letting Evan have this over his head. “Sure you are not up to something.”  But while he was trying to recover from his slip up Madalyn had taken it upon herself to reveal what was under her coat. Nothing but her nude skin was exposed to him. Rafael’s words escaped him, and his eyes couldn’t help but crawl up her body until they landed on those vibrant blue eyes. He could see it in them. Madalyn wasn’t always the one to be overly aggressive but over this time period being with Rafael, he was getting more unbearably irresistible to her. Maybe it was the hormones maybe it was the fact that she was just genuinely happy with him. But she wanted him. Didn’t matter that they had sex just that very morning.. It was a sense of need for their touch. And that was exactly what Rafael saw in her eyes.  Slowly she straddled him settling on his lap while she gestured to the phone. Rafael knew quickly what she meant. Rafael:“You know what Evan. I have something very important that requires my attention. I am going to have to call you later.”

Evan: “I know WHO the important thing is, you don’t fool me!” The call was over before he could finish the sentence.  He let the phone go and turned his attention to Courtney not before taking a mental note of calling Maddie in the evening.

written by the truly amazing bean @fl0pera (Evan) and yours truly >:) (Rafa without one line but who gives a shit XD we had fun i'd say )

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-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Charm _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

-------------------------ᓚᘏᗢ 16 ᓚᘏᗢ she/her ᓚᘏᗢ --------------------

Over excitable but well meaning, she has a big heart that loves many things- her friends, family, her black cat Liquorice, the supernatural, and her absolute favourite thing: extra terrestrials. She has believed in aliens since the moment she heard of them. It's the very core of her personality, and she relishes in the chance to talk about sightings and rumours. She even runs her own blog, Charming the Unknown, documenting her own research and apparent discoveries. It's quite popular... in specific circles.

Her obsession quickly went from cute (if not a little childish) to unsettling when the new kid, Laika, showed up. Charm was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He's so strange! Have you noticed he never hangs out with anyone after school? And he never tells anyone anything about his life at all His eyes glowed during the black out, didn't anyone else see that!?

No one else appreciated her vocalising these...inconsistencies. It kind of freaked them out. Even her closest friends thought it was getting out of hand. But she knows something is off about Laika, even if no one believes her. She's determined to prove herself right!

Wait...where did he go?

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Thank you for your patience, it's a delight to introduce you all to Charm! I first created her in 2019, she's changed a lot since then. I've recently been reworking her universe and story. It's funny, the first full drawing I post here isn't even one of my pink coded characters! Charm and her universe aren't my main muses but they are all still so dear and special to me.

I don't really have any WIP's since I used a photo of myself as a reference, but I included the little bit I can share under the cut, as well as some fun tid bits about her design <3

Her jumper (or, if you're American, her sweater) is based on a real jumper I own from Dangerfield. I got rid of the turtleneck as honestly, even IRL I don't like it that much but luckily it's not the star of the show! Fun fact about this jumper- it glows in the dark! And yes, so Charm's jumper glows in the dark, too!

She was originally pink-coded as well before I decided I just have too darn many pink oc's. She originally wore a grey bomber jacket adorned with NASA and alien patches on top of a pink jumper with a little black cat face on it. I really wanted to keep the alien/space/cat motif. If I find my original drawings, I'll share it with you all!

She may be Indonesian, but she lives in Australia, so she does wear a school uniform when she isn't wearing her casual clothes. Her story takes place in the early 2010s.

She always was a red-head, it wasn't until recently I thought it would make more sense in the setting for her to dye her hair red than have it be natural. She likes her roots showing, so she gets it done a few centimetres away from her scalp.

I tried using this...idk, pixel-y brush for the first time? I kind of like it. Suits the theme.

Yes, her hair outline being a darker colour of her hair is inspired by My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic's artstyle.

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Sick of It

Prompt from @chestcongestion  "The siblings and their partners had just purchased their property and were trying to get moved in, only for JB, Theo, and Padma to start coming down with something while the property didn't have proper heating.“

Sick ones (as requested): Theo (primarily), kinda JB and Padma

Caregivers: Audra (primarily), kinda everyone. 

Inspiration: This post about drunk sneezes and this post about being happy-drunk. 

This takes place just before the Tenbusch family builds their homestead, so later-ish in the timeline, about 5 years before what I'd consider "present day". Thalia and Padma, age 25 here, are not even in their "official" relationship quite yet. (They have been FWB on and off since college.) Theo and Audra are 30, getting settled in their professor roles and looking to get tenure, and JB and Thad will soon be starting their own consulting firm. This is a fun and exciting period, but also a very stressful one for everyone. They try to make the best of it as always. 

CW: Drinking, being drunk, and hangover descriptions. Emeto-adjacent, but doesn't actually happen. 

"Ready?" Audra whispered to Theo as they approached the door of the restaurant, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Ready as I'm gonna be," he laughed, wrapping his arm tighter around her for a quick hug. "I've heard they're determined to get me drunk, so my glass is never leaving my hand." 

"Good idea. I'll help you guard it. I refuse to let you be hungover tomorrow. That would ruin everything." The pair paused at the threshold, looking back toward the others.

~~~

"Ready?" Thad asked JB as the taller man unfolded himself from the passenger side of the car. "I'm sure you're dreading this. But I really appreciate you coming."

JB rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "I'm an introvert, not a vampire, Thad. I'm not afraid of bars and groups of people. Honestly, I'm somewhat looking forward to this. We haven't gone out for drinks in forever. And I'd never miss your brother's birthday party."

"Birthday party part one," Thad reminded him, locking the car.

"Oh trust me, there's no way I could forget," JB sighed, checking to make sure the ladies were right behind them.

~~~

"Ready?" Thalia asked Padma, squeezing her hand as her eyes danced with excitement.

"I hope so," Padma said serenely, though Thalia thought she saw a flicker of anxiety deep in her eyes. "I am sure we will have fun. It will be a great weekend."

"Especially because you're here," Thalia murmured, bumping her shoulder against Padma's."I still can't believe you agreed to all of this."

"I'm so glad you invited me! I am happy to be here for your brother's birthday with your family. It is all very special for me." 

"Oh it'll be special all right," Thalia laughed. "Just wait and see."

~~~

The six converged in the entryway, removing their coats and giving each other a final once-over. They made a fine set, dressed as they were in all shades of the rainbow: Thalia in a slinky red cocktail dress, Padma in a flattering little black dress, Thad in a classic olive jacket and khakis, JB looking sharp in a camel suede sport coat and a cream turtleneck, Audra in stunning emerald, and Theo in a navy suit with a pink shirt.

"Thanks for coming along, gang," Theo said. "It'll be nice to have some familiar faces around. Stuff like this is so not in my wheelhouse." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. 

"We know, Theo–" Thad laughed.

"It's not in most of our wheelhouses," JB interjected. 

 "--But you only turn thirty once, little brother," Thad continued, "and we're going to make sure you make the most of it."

"So I've been told," said Theo. 

"Stop stalling and let's go," Thalia called. "While the night's still young."

"Okay," Theo sighed. "Here we go." Squaring his shoulders, he pushed open the restaurant door.

"Happy Birthday, Theo!!" called a chorus of voices. Directly to the left inside the door was a banquet room that had been rented out for the occasion, and inside were dozens of Theo's fellow professors, not only from his department but also from several others. 

"Thank you… thank you all very much," Theo laughed, leading the way in with his family trailing behind. Theo began making introductions, shaking hands, and accepting well wishes immediately. His birthday weekend had officially begun.

~~~

Drinks flowed and time flew by. The bar restaurant served amazing food, the servers never let a glass go empty, and everyone enjoyed the company. There were seats for all the attendees at the huge table that occupied the room, with the Tenbusch family situated at the head. However, no one really stayed seated and there was much milling about the room. Theo, one of the youngest professors at the university, was very much a favorite, and no one let him have a moment's peace, calling him here and there to take part in every conversation in the room. 

It wasn't until just before the cake was served that he got to sit down for a breather. He flopped down into Thad's empty chair beside JB, immediately removing his jacket and rolling up his shirtsleeves. Thalia's empty chair was on his other side, with Padma in the chair beside that. The rest of the family was elsewhere. His attire adjusted, Theo had barely taken a swallow of his drink when the chair beside him was suddenly occupied, but not by Thalia. 

"Loogk at this, I found a seat by the guest of honor! Habby birthday, young mban!"

Theo turned with some trepidation, but summoned a warm smile. "Duane. Glad you could make it. I heard you were out sick yesterday."

"Oh, God, yes, and today, too. Caught sumb godawful bug and was hagcking ubp a lu'g. Cand't lecture whed you cand't breathe. But I'm doi'g bedder than I was. And I would ndever mbiss your party!"

Before Theo could reply, a group of servers arrived with much ado, singing loudly and carrying a huge birthday cake, topped with lit sparklers. The party goers joined in the happy birthday chorus as the cake was placed in front of the young professor, and he smiled and flushed appropriately. He made a good show of trying to blow out the candles as everyone laughed before the servers took pity on him and dunked them in a bowl of water, then took the cake away to be cut. 

They had hardly cleared the door when from beside Theo a staggered, gasping breath was heard: 

“hEHH-! hH’EHHSSHH’ooo! ESSHHH’ooo! ITZSSHH’uhhh-!”

It was the wettest, most spraying sneezing fit Theo had ever heard, and his stomach plummeted. He was quite sure he'd felt some spray mist his cheek, and he scrubbed it against his shoulder awkwardly. JB and Padma also moved, Padma to swipe at her arm and JB to wipe his hand on his pants, both shifting away from the sick man in their midst.

"... Bless you!" Theo said, ever the gentleman. "That was… big."

"God, sorry! Thadt jusdt came oudt of nowhere. I thingk it was the smoke from those ca'dles. Yeesh, ndow I ndeed to go find a tissue. Excuse mbe…." The older man darted away in embarrassment, but the damage was done. Theo, Padma, and JB exchanged looks, unable to believe that had really just happened. 

Thalia breezed in at that moment, flopping into her seat just as Theo had done, then knocked back her drink as she flipped the hair away from her forehead. 

"Whew, it is WARM in here! I think I need something frozen to drink next. But why are y'all sitting over here being antisocial?"

"We're waiting for them to cut the cake," Theo said. "Gimme a break, Lee, this is the first time I've sat down all night." 

"I guess I'll allow it. What's your excuse?" she asked, craning her neck to look at JB. 

"I guess I don't have one," he laughed. "You and Thad haven't been by to socialize me in a while."

"I see, blame it on me. Well that just means you get to be our bodyguard when we go get more drinks and listen to the band, then. C'mon, both of you."

She gently took Padma's arm and gave JB a pointed look. He stood willingly enough and let himself be led to the bar, giving Theo a smile and a shrug. Theo watched them go with a smile of his own, overwhelmed with fondness for his people. 

He felt a kiss on the top of his head a moment later, then Audra slid into JB's vacant chair. 

"I'm glad to see you smiling," she said. "You must be enjoying yourself."

"I certainly am. I appreciate everyone going to all the effort to do this. They're being very kind."

Audra raised an eyebrow. "That sounds to me like polite BS. Are you having fun or not?"

Theo shrugged. "This isn't personally my idea of fun, as you know. But I'm not having a bad time. It's enjoyable enough."

"But you can't wait to get home to the peace and quiet," Audra finished for him.

"I won't deny that," he laughed, but the laugh slowly faded into a frown. "Though it's nice to be too warm instead of too cold for a while."

"Tell me about it," she sighed. Then she gave him a look, swatting his arm. "But hey, no pouting allowed on your birthday weekend. I can see you're already getting worked up about it. Don't let our cold house ruin your night when we're not even there right now."

Theo's frown deepened for a brief moment, then faded. "You're right. As usual. No point in thinking about it. No negativity tonight." 

They shared a small smile just as the servers returned, bearing slices of cake on little plates. Theo and Audra were served first, and each took a forkful right away, tapping them together in a little "cheers" before happily digging in.

~~~

The Tenbusch siblings were new landowners as of the prior Thanksgiving weekend, almost exactly three months ago. Thad and Theo were the primary cosigners, but they had big plans for the land, and the plans involved all three siblings and their partners. Their new property was mostly undeveloped forest, and that was the way they intended to leave it. However, they had no desire to “rough it”, either. As soon as the frost broke, construction would start on their big, beautiful house. Their dream home. The plans were drawn, the loans were approved, the contractors were hired, and the land was cleared. They were all but chomping at the bit for spring, the true start of their new lives. 

Of course, this had not been a cheap endeavor, and Theo regularly had nightmares about how much debt they were holding. It had taken all of their cumulative resources and then some to afford the down payment plus the construction loan, and with the monthly payments there was no extra money for a lease in the professors' budget. Luckily, even before their dream home was built, the property was able to house them. Other than forest, the property held one important feature: a massive, old, Victorian home.

The huge structure had been the primary residence of the previous owner of the property, and he had (somewhat) modernized it. The big appliances were all at least ten years old, the roof and siding needed updating, and the insulation was lacking, at best. However, the plumbing and electricity were solid and the bones of the house were perfect. Per several inspectors, there was no reason why people couldn't continue to live there after it had been cleaned out and sanitized, so that’s exactly what the professors decided (were forced, really) to do. 

There was one huge drawback to the old house, though, that Theo had complained about all winter long: it didn't have central heat, and was instead heated via a coal stove in the center of the house. The coal stove was a decent, modern unit, but it was nowhere near big enough to heat the house adequately, especially coupled with the poor insulation. The three important rooms on the main floor (dining room, kitchen, and living room) and some of the second floor bedrooms stayed at a livable temperature for the most part, but the rest of the house had to be kept at least twenty degrees cooler. To save on coal, even the main rooms were kept five to ten degrees cooler than Theo would have preferred, and he was sick of all of it. 

He complained every time he had to fill the stove. He complained every time he crawled into bed between cold sheets. He complained every time he had to go to the unheated parts of the house. He complained about having to wear an extra layer all the time. Audra was fed up with him and told him as much time and again. They had more than one fight about the situation, which always ended in Theo crawling back to her, sheepishly apologizing. He knew he was being an ass. He was really an easygoing person overall, but being cold was one thing he didn't tolerate well, and he had been cold since October. He did his best to keep his attitude in check these days, but the situation was wearing him down. 

His birthday weekend was a welcome distraction. His wife and siblings planned to go all-out, hosting a big house party in "the Lodge" as they'd taken to calling the Victorian, inviting all their college friends and local friends and any family in the area. It was going to be an all-night murder mystery party, and the booze would be flowing liberally. Best of all, Thad, JB, and Thalia, plus Thalia's guest, were coming to stay at the Lodge with them for the weekend. With the other siblings still finishing out leases in other parts of the country, the big house felt bigger and lonelier when it was just Theo and Audra rattling around inside. A house full of company, even for a few days, would be wonderful. 

For that reason, pulling up to the Lodge after the office party ended late that Friday night didn't depress Theo like it usually did, because two more cars pulled up behind him, and he was soon surrounded by the people he loved most in the world. The moon was bright and the snow was deep and crisp. They hadn't gotten any fresh snow in a few days, so everything was cleared and plowed, but the heavy, white carpet over everything made the air fresh and still. They had all been in and out of the house throughout the day, dropping off bags as flights arrived and changing into their evening wear. Rooms were already chosen and tours had already been given, so all that was left to do was settle in and relax. Their breath gathered around them in a cloud as they made their way inside as one, the faint smell of alcohol lingering. No one was drunk, but they were all buzzed and warm, and all was right with the world. 

Once inside the door they all scattered, hanging up coats and kicking off uncomfortable shoes. Theo ran upstairs to change immediately. Once he was in casual clothes, he began to tend to the stove, shaking it down and filling it with more coal, being sure not to grumble. The others changed into various forms of pajamas as well. Since it wasn't long until midnight, it was proposed to make a round of hot chocolate before bed so they could toast to Theo at 12:00 when his official birthday began. There was a flurry of activity as this plan was executed, but enough mugs were located, everyone was gathered together, and the drinks poured with only minimal spillage just as the mantle clock began to chime the hour. 

"Happy birthday, Theo!" they all chorused. 

"Thanks, you guys," Theo grinned. "It's been a great birthday already."

"Here's hoping he best is yet to come," Audra said, wrapping her arm around his waist and giving him a squeeze. "For your birthday weekend and for your life."

"We're wishing you nothing but health and success and happiness. Your future is bright," JB said in his quiet, earnest way. 

"To plenty more nights you'll never forget and mornings you wish you could forget," Thalia teased. 

"The thirties are way better than the twenties, I can tell you that from experience. So enjoy, little brother. May you always savor good wine, good company, and good memories," Thad said, lifting his mug. "To Theo."

"To Theo!" everyone repeated, tapping their mugs together. 

"To Theo," Padma said clearly. All eyes turned to her at the unexpected interjection. "I have only just met you today, but I can already see you are a good and kind person with a bright spirit. I am so glad to be here for your birthday."

Teary-eyed, Theo swiped away moisture from behind his glasses, but his smile never wavered. "Thank you all. I really am surrounded by the best people. I'm so thankful for all of you."

Thalia interrupted the round of smiles that followed in her usual, brusque way. "Okay, okay, no more mushy stuff, or else Theo will really get going. So… what are we doing next?"

"Theo's birthday. Theo's choice," said Thad. 

Everyone looked at the man of the hour expectantly. 

Theo rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Well… I don't want to be boring but… I was planning to head to bed after I finished my drink. I'm beat. And tomorrow is going to be another long day."

“You are looking a little peaky,” Audra agreed, kissing the top of his head. “You probably should go to bed. I know today was a lot of people-ing for you. And there will be even more tomorrow.” 

“Exactly,” Theo sighed. “Sorry, guys.”

Once more, Padma spoke up before anyone else: "I am also very tired. It has been a long day of traveling for me. I think I would go to bed, also."

“We’ll call it for tonight, then,” Thad said. “We’ll have plenty more shenanigans tomorrow.” 

The cocoa party broke up shortly thereafter, and everyone started to go their separate ways for their evening routines. Before turning in, Theo checked the stove one last time to ensure it would go through the night. For once, he smiled to himself as he made sure the old house would stay warm, because for the first time since they had moved in, the Lodge was warm in other ways. For the first time, it felt like a home. 

~~~

The house was a flurry of activity beginning surprisingly early the next day, considering the previous late night. Audra, Thad, and Thalia had been working overtime planning Theo’s birthday bash, and they each had a lengthy to-do list for the day. However, they made sure the guest of honor had a wonderful breakfast waiting when he awoke, and the family enjoyed a delicious meal of pecan butterscotch pancakes and bacon before scattering to their assigned tasks. 

At first Theo, JB, and Padma tried to make themselves useful, but their partners quickly exhausted the list of easy tasks they could help with, so the three of them found themselves aimlessly wandering around the house before noon. Exasperated, the party planners shooed them away. 

“Find something to do or somewhere to go,” Audra said, helping Thad organize the props for the story. “We’ve got it under control here. Just be back a few hours before it starts so you can get ready.”

JB and Theo looked at each other, at a loss. Then Theo’s eyes lit up. “Hey, have you checked out all the trails around here yet for the sleds? Audra and I have found a lot of fun ones recently! If we can get them groomed, they’ll be amazing.”

JB grinned. “Nope, not yet. I wasn’t even here when you showed Thad the ones you knew about a few months ago, so I’d love to see them.”

“Awesome, let's do that. Some fresh air sounds great.”

“Perfect, yes, go play outside for a few hours and leave us in peace,” Thad laughed. 

Padma and Thalia were in the next room getting started on the decorating during this conversation. Theo saw Padma was listening closely, and a wistful look crossed her face once the snowmobiling plan was set. Smiling, he approached her. 

“Padma, would you like to join us to go snowmobiling?”

Her eyes lit up in a flash. “Oh, could I? I would like that very much! I have never gone, but it sounds like so much fun.”

“Of course you can come. Do you have warm enough clothes?”

“If not, you can borrow mine,” Thalia interjected. “I came prepared for anything.”

“As usual,” Theo laughed. “Perfect. We’ll meet out back in fifteen minutes, okay?”

“Oh, yay! I can’t wait!” Padma said, her eyes shining in anticipation. 

~~~

There were currently four working snowmobiles on the property, two of which were much better than the others, though Theo made sure they all ran reliably. It was in the plan to attain at least six nice ones eventually, but it was part of an extensive list of things that were needed in the next few years, and the priority on the sleds was low. Nevertheless, once the trio had gathered outside, garbed in thick clothes and helmets, the gentlemen offered Padma her pick of the sleds, but she quietly declined to drive her own, asking if it would be possible to ride with someone else instead, this being her first ride. 

“You can ride with me, Padma,” JB said. 

“No, you’re riding with me,” Theo said. “First, because I know the trails better, second, because she wouldn’t be able to see over you, and third, because I would guess you weigh more than the two of us put together,” Theo laughed. 

“That’s a bit of a low blow, calling me fat, even if it is your birthday,” JB said mildly, though his eyes twinkled. 

“That wasn’t a fat jab, you’re just excessively tall, so I’m sure you have a lot of bone mass,” Theo said. “Also, you could probably bench press me if you wanted to, and muscle is even heavier.” 

“You’re right, I could,” JB agreed. “I was trying to be polite. But you make a good argument. You two lead, and I’ll follow.”

“Is that okay with you, Padma?” Theo asked, turning to her deferentially. “Riding behind me, I mean?”

“Yes, that is fine,” she said sweetly. “Whatever you think is best.”

“Awesome. Then let’s get going!”

The trio spent a pleasant afternoon zooming over the Tenbusch property, exploring trails and potential trails. Part of their long-term plan for their acreage was to renovate the Lodge and turn it into a B&B for snowmobilers and other winter sports enthusiasts who wanted to explore some private land. For that reason, establishing trails that could be groomed and maintained was practical as well as fun, though this side business likely wouldn’t materialize for several years. 

Thalia had thoughtfully packed them a sack lunch of sandwiches and hot drinks, so at the extreme end of the property, almost directly opposite from the Lodge, they found a clearing with some handy logs to serve as seats and got off the sleds for a bit of rest and food. The gentlemen spent the time getting to know Padma a bit, having just been introduced to her the previous day. They had heard her name a few times from their sister, and knew the pair had been close during their later university years, but after graduation Padma had moved away and it seemed their contact had lapsed. However, Thalia had started mentioning her again within the last six months or so, and it was very telling to the brothers that this tiny, quiet woman had flown halfway across the country to spend a weekend at a family party. They could tell Thalia adored Padma, and the affection seemed to go both ways. Strong-willed, independent, flighty Thalia needed to find someone to settle down with and start a life with sooner or later, and Padma was the first person whom Thalia had brought home to meet them in years, so the siblings' hopes were high, especially since Padma seemed so lovely. 

She was a willing conversationalist, answering and asking questions easily, and words flowed the entire time. (As did noses. The cold air and hot drinks wreaked havoc on their sinuses, and every other word seemed punctuated by a sniffle from someone.) Quiet but self-assured and exuding an undeniable aura of peace, the brothers were charmed by Padma immediately. By the end of their mini lunch break, the three felt like old friends, bonding in a way that only introverts can. 

It was too windy and loud to talk while riding, but Theo and Padma found they could communicate easily with gestures and taps, and by the end of their tour, Padma was pointing out trails from afar that the other two missed. In this way, they stumbled on several charming little spots that they could sense would be breathtaking in the green seasons. JB carried a surveyor map of the property and marked the things they found as they went along. In all, they had a most delightful time, and all three were smiling later that day when, back at the Lodge, they disembarked from the sleds and removed their helmets. 

“Thanks for tagging along, you guys! That was wonderful,” Theo said. “A perfect way to spend an afternoon.”

“It was our pleasure,” JB said. “I had a great time, too.”

“Oh yes!” Padma said. “Thank you for letting me join! I hope we can do it again another time.”

After they shared one last smile all around, Theo turned, helmet under his arm, and began to head toward the house. However, before he reached the door he stopped to cough, long and harsh, his breath billowing up into the cold air. As soon as he could somewhat breathe, he turned to the other two apologetically, face red and eyes streaming from more than just the temperature. 

“Sorry, too much dry air,” he gasped, still wheezing slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”

JB and Padma nodded, but glanced at each other in concern as soon as his back was turned. A cough as thick and chesty as the one they’d just heard wasn’t caused by dry air alone. 

~~~

The Lodge was still topsy-turvy from the party preparations upon their return, so the snowmobilers made themselves scarce right away, going up to their rooms to shower off the gasoline smell and change into their party clothes. In the end, with nothing much else to do, all three ended up taking naps as well, the fresh air having had its way with them. They were all awakened by their significant others not long before the guests were due to start arriving, and the snowmobilers found themselves very groggy and disoriented. JB complained of a headache upon waking, and took another quick, cool shower to try to wake up, which did little to help. Padma was even quieter than usual, saying her throat was dry and sore from the wind when pressed. Theo’s cough had worsened as he slept, and his voice was already going, much to his chagrin. On top of that, all three were still congested and drippy, not to mention tired. However, the party couldn’t go on without the main family group, especially Theo, so they pulled themselves together as best they could, plastered on smiles, and prepared to greet the guests. 

There was no snow predicted in the weekend forecast, which is exactly what the party planners had hoped for. Travel was safe, so every single person that had been invited showed up, eager for any excuse to break the dull monotony of an endless Midwest winter. They all arrived over the course of an hour or so, bringing booze and food and gifts and props, not to mention overnight bags. It was understood that the party was going to last most of the night, and there was an open invitation for the guests to stay the night at the Lodge if they wished. The family had gotten the whole house warmed up over the course of the day, building fires in every fireplace and opening all the furnace vents for the first time all winter, so there was plenty of sleeping room for guests who wished to drink without having to worry about driving home or to a hotel. The house quickly got very warm and very loud, and the under-the-weather snowmobilers were at first overwhelmed. Theo was in the toughest position, because much like the night before, he was expected to greet every guest and talk and laugh and act the host. Two nights in a row of this would have been difficult regardless, but all of it on top of a burgeoning cold was something he never would have wished for. 

The cold they were brewing seemed to be a nasty one, too. Within a few hours Theo went from sniffly and drippy to thickly congested and sneezing heavily. JB and Padma fared a bit better and didn’t worsen at the rapid rate he did, but both were sick enough in their own right, forced to keep tissues pressed to their nose or near at hand the whole night. Padma was found swallowing a hearty dose of cough syrup at one point for a wickedly sore throat and persistent dry cough, and JB was alternating Tylenol and Ibuprofen through the whole event for a headache that never eased up. Theo had these on top of his nasty coughing and sneezing, and in short he was a sickly, pathetic mess in no time. 

Yet somehow, miraculously, or perhaps by sheer force of will, they all had a delightful time despite their obvious illness. The food was delicious, the company was excellent, the booze was strong, and the house was warm. Was everything perfect? Of course not. (A few examples: Early in the evening, a try of full shot glasses was dropped, and most of them shattered. The story book for the murder mystery was misplaced for an hour or so, and Audra was convinced people were passing it around to see “whodunnit”, since there was a lot of conspiratorial whispering later when it turned up. The lack of door locks in the old house caused a guest on a quest for the restroom to accidentally barge in on a nearly-naked couple as they changed into their costumes for the event. The intruder was beyond embarrassed; the couple took it in stride and teased him endlessly for the rest of the night.) Yet no one minded. If anything, the mishaps only added to the fun, familiar atmosphere and made it a night no one would ever forget. Looking back later, Theo privately wondered if the house itself didn’t add its own bit of magic to the evening. After all, this house was built and designed to house guests and parties. Perhaps being full and warm again made the house feel just as alive as its inhabitants. There was no other good explanation for the undeniable delight that permeated the celebration. 

Whatever the contributing factors, though, Theo couldn’t have imagined a better 30th birthday. Once he resigned himself to his fate, he firmly decided to make the best of it. After all, having been born in February, in the heart of cold and flu season, it wasn’t the first time he was sick on his birthday, and it wouldn’t be the last. The food, friends, and fun were here, so here was where he wanted to be. In order to ease the discomfort of his disgusting cold, he set out to get comfortably drunk instead, which he found to be the perfect remedy, and from there proceeded to thoroughly enjoy his evening. 

He was never able to remember much of that night, as everything faded to a warm, bright haze of congestion and intoxication (Even without the drinking, the cold would have made his memory and focus weak at best), but he did remember being happy and feeling loved. He tried to rein in the ticklish explosions of his sneezy cold, but they got worse, not better. Yet no one seemed to mind, even when he sneezed directly on them or next to them. His reflexes were shot from the start, so he was rarely able to get a tissue or even his arm to his nose in time to catch the blasts, but people just laughed over his slurred apologies and patted him on the back fondly and handed him a belated tissue to clean up the mess. There was always someone nearby to hand him a glass before he realized he was thirsty. (Sometimes it was full of water. Usually it was full of liquor.) Every time he sneezed he was blessed by at least a dozen people. Soon it became a joke, and people would cheer as he blew his nose before knocking back a shot, because eventually even shots started making him sneeze. By the end of the night they were laughing every time he sneezed, and he was laughing right along with them. 

Yet all good things must come to an end, and little by little the guests trickled out as the night grew later. When ⅔ of them had gone (or gone to find a place to sleep), Audra took Theo to bed. He was hardly conscious, sitting in a congested stupor next to the stove, so he let himself be led easily. She helped him undress and made sure he had all the supplies he might need. He was aware of none of this, though, and was snoring away before she left the room.

~~~

The celebratory atmosphere from the night before had all but vanished as the household began to wake the next morning. The sobering light of day tends to have that effect, unfortunately, even for the guest of honor. When Theo opened his crusted eyes late the next morning, he wasn’t sure at first what had awakened him, because the house was very quiet, or at least his bedroom was. Audra was nowhere in sight. Then the events of the previous evening (or his foggy memory of them) came crashing down, and he realized how truly unwell he was. His cold had not improved in the slightest– in fact it had likely worsened– and now he was hungover to boot. Not a big drinker, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hungover, and he remembered now why he avoided this state at all costs. Absolutely everything hurt, from his head, to his eyes, to his throat, to his stomach, and so on down. Judging by how dry his mouth and eyes were, he was desperately dehydrated, but the rolling in his stomach made him leery of swallowing anything. His nose and ears were stopped shut, his chest felt thick and tight, and his throat felt like sandpaper after breathing through his mouth all night. In short, he was in the roughest shape he’d been in quite a while, and that was saying something. 

He was also freezing. He half imagined he could see his breath in the air due to how cold this room felt. Everything in him wanted to roll over and go back to sleep for the rest of the day, and he probably would have, except that his bladder was screaming to be emptied. This, he realized, was what had actually awakened him. Wishing not for the first time since moving into the Lodge that chamber pots were still in fashion, he clumsily untangled himself from the sweaty blankets (How was he so sweaty and still shivering so hard?), struggled into his robe and slippers as the room slowly spun, and staggered out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. 

The bathroom was unoccupied, which was a mercy because he honestly wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hold it long once he was standing. After the most urgent need was met, and since he was already in the bathroom, he attempted some of his morning grooming routine, hoping it would help him feel somewhat human. He wiped the sticky sweat off of his neck and chest, brushed his teeth, wet down his hair and combed it, and took a hearty dose of cold medicine, praying to whatever gods were listening that it would stay down, though the nausea was staying at a manageable level for now. But, to improve his chances, he also took some of Audra’s anti-nausea medicine washed down with a few swallows of the Gatorade someone (also probably Audra) had left by his bed. 

Now Theo had a decision to make. He knew he would be forgiven if he chose to go back to bed; he would hardly need to make a case for his illness. One needed only to look at him to see it. Yet there was a prideful, stubborn streak that ran deep in the Tenbusch family, and Theo hated the idea of being the person who was too hungover after his birthday party to get out of bed, shocking cold notwithstanding. It was his duty as the host and guest of honor to see his guests off, and by golly he was going to see it through. Also, he knew he wouldn’t feel much better lying in bed versus sitting up, miserable as he was all around. And lastly, the lower level would be warmer than up here. It had to be, because he was still convinced he could see his breath up here. 

Steeling himself, and clutching tight to the railing, a very sick Theo made his way down the main staircase, through the living room, and into the dining room, where the coal stove was housed. Now that he was more awake, he realized the house wasn’t as quiet as he’d thought while in the bedroom. There were quite a few people milling around in various states of wakefulness and health. Theo was certainly not the only one feeling the effects after a night of drinking, and his was not the only pale, sweaty, slightly green face to be seen. He tried to politely nod to everyone he passed, knowing his voice would be all but gone and not wanting to use it until he absolutely had to. He made his shaky, determined way to his favorite chair by the coal stove, and was happy to find the furnace full of fuel and roaring with heat. He eased himself down with a husky cough, wrapping a nearby blanket around himself. 

Audra appeared at his side moments later, her eyes full of surprise and concern. 

“What are you doing up, honey?” she whispered. She pressed her hand to his forehead. “You’ve been running a fever since last night. You were as good as dead when I tried to wake you this morning. I assumed you would be in bed all day.”

“We have guests. I didn’t wandt to be rude by ndot sayi’g goodbye,” he rasped. “I already toogk lots of mbedicine, and I’ll go bagck to bed once everyone is gone.” 

“That’s really not necessary, love. I can handle it,” she murmured, worry creasing her brow. 

“I know you can, budt I wandt to helbp,” he insisted. “Id was mby pardy.”

Audra shook her head. “Alright. If you’re sure, crazy.”

“I’mb sure,” he said. “Budt can you gedt mbe sumb ginger tea?”

“Absolutely,” she said, going to the kitchen right away. 

Accompanied by his tea, Theo held court in the dining room for the next several hours as their guests began to head out in twos and threes and fours. Everyone made sure to pass along to Theo their wishes for a good year ahead and hopes for his good health. He smiled and nodded at each one (in between trying not to sneeze on anyone), but (much like Bilbo Baggins at Lake Town) in deference to his awful sore throat, he limited his responses to “Thangk you very mbuch.”

By the time noon rolled around, the house had been emptied of everyone but the main family group.  Once they were alone, the six sat in the dining room in silence for a while, nursing mugs of coffee or tea, along with their various ailments. Thad and Thalia were hungover, JB and Padma were sick, Audra was exhausted, and Theo was all of the above. Yet it seemed no one was quite ready for the true end of the party to come, and no one wanted to be the first to announce they were going back to bed, though it was at the front of everyone's mind. 

"Thank goodness we all have tomorrow off," Thad finally said. "I think we'll all need it. I've never seen a sorrier bunch. Bless you, love," he added as JB stifled a sneeze into his elbow.

"Amen," said Theo, though it sounded more like 'abend'. "Whadt a weegkend."

"You can say that again," Thalia groaned. "It was a great party. Everyone kept saying it was unforgettable. But the most unforgettable part was that they're all going to get sick. You sneezed SO MUCH, Theo. You literally sneezed all over everyone and everything, so many times. And JB and Padma weren't much better, no offense. You all made quite the group, let me tell you." 

Theo reddened. "Did I? I was hopi'g I'd imbagined thadt pardt."

Everyone shook their heads. 

 "You were a mess, love," Audra said, smiling fondly. "But you were a happy, adorable mess, so no one minded. I haven't seen you so happy in a long time." 

"I do reme'ber thadt," Theo nodded. "Bei'g habby. Bei'g warmb."

"If that's what you remember, then I call the weekend a success. We'll blame the house for the sneezing. You've been cold all winter and finally got sick because of it. The timing was just unfortunate."

Theo shook his head. "We can blame Duane for the cold." He glanced at JB and Padma who nodded vehemently, to the confused looks of the rest. "We'll explain later. Budt because of the house, we could hosdt this pardy, and for thadt I'mb grateful. Id was everythi'g I could have hoped for." 

"So your feud against the old place is over then, eh?" teased Thad. 

Theo shrugged. "For ndow. Budt you're in charge of taki'g care of the stove until you leave. As mby birthday presendt."

His older brother laughed. "You've got a deal. The faucet you've got for a nose right now would probably put it out anyway. 

Theo scrubbed at his dripping nose self-consciously. "Exactly." 

JB slowly stood and stretched, wiping his own red nose with a cough. "I don't know about the rest of you, but the only thi'g I'mb hoping for is a few more hours of sleeb."

"Or days," Audra agreed, also standing. 

With much scraping of chairs, everyone stood, murmuring their agreement. In the shuffle, no one noticed Padma dart to Theo's side to give him a quick hug around the waist. 

"Habby birthday again, Theo," she said. "Resdt well. I hope you feel bedder sood." 

He smiled at her, his tired, red eyes and cold-damp nose matching hers. "Thangk you, Padma. You feel bedder, too. Gedt sumb good rest." 

As she pulled away, Thalia was right behind her with a hug of her own for her brother. "Since I'm doomed to catch this from one of you, I guess I can give you another birthday hug. Feel better, Theo, for all our sakes."

Not one to miss a trend, Thad, too, had a one-armed hug for Theo. "Get well soon. I don't want you to spend the rest of our visit in bed."

"I'll do mby besdt," Theo laughed, moving on to hug JB, making sure he was included in the ritual. "Feel bedder, brother. You loogk exhausted. I hope you sleeb well." 

"Same to you," JB replied, willingly reciprocating the hug. 

At last Theo shuffled to Audra's side, leaning against her heavily. She kissed his shoulder and began to lead him toward the stairs, with the rest close behind. 

"Thangk you for a wo'derful birthday weegkend," the professor croaked to his wife. "You did an amazi'g job. I'mb sorry I spoiled id by geddi'g sigck."

"You didn't spoil anything. You were wonderful, too. You're probably pretty sick of people by now, though, huh?... No pun intended. Well, maybe a little intended."

Theo laughed outright at that, though it was cut short by a cough. "Surprisi'gly, ndo. Tired, yes. Sigck in a different way, obviously. Budt I'mb surrounded by people who wandt to spend time with mbe even when I'mb contagious. Who could ask for anythi'g mbore than thadt?"

[thelesbiandeli]

A Caged Bird Set Free

Summary:

Standing at the head of the table, grin plastered across their face and their arms crossed cockily, is a person. Or rather, a hologram of a person. They seem rather short, although their height is boosted by a large pair of white and pink platform heels. They have a small chest window, very similar to Scars, cut into their sleeveless black turtleneck, although the corners are more rounded. A too-large fluffy white cardigan has slipped off their shoulders, revealing light freckling along their arms. Bracelets and bangles jingle around their wrists as they slide on a pair of pink heart-shaped rimless sunglasses. “Hiya boss!” --- (aka I made Grian into an AI assistant for HotGuy, then had him have an identity crisis)

(Ao3 link here)

(Chapter one of three)

(2619 words)

Scar casually strolls into the meeting room. A member of the board of directors sniffs curtly at his casual vest and tracksuit bottoms. Scar simply flashes a grin at them, and pushes his signature HotGuy sunglasses further up his nose from where they had slipped.

“Ah, directors! What did you need from me?”

Scar has gotten used to random meeting requests from his higher ups. Sometimes it’s to change his patrol schedules, sometimes it’s to inform him about new marketing opportunities, and sometimes it’s just to check up on him. The city's top hero is their pride and joy, and Scar intends to keep it that way. One of the directors stands, and smiles fondly at him.

“Well HotGuy, we have come to realise that your whole brand as a hero relies on your looks just as much as your skill. And we have come to the conclusion that you need someone to compliment you for that.”

Scar stares in confusion for a second, before squinting at the man addressing him.

“Sir, are you suggesting that I have a sidekick? I thought we’ve been over this already, I work alone.”

Another director stands and pulls a small remote out of her blazer. She points it at the empty space at the head of the table, and presses a button on it. Scar raises an eyebrow, and watches as a small spark of light appears in the air. The point of light expands, its pale pink glow filling the entire room for a second before it dims down.

Standing at the head of the table, grin plastered across their face and their arms crossed cockily, is a person. Or rather, a hologram of a person. They seem rather short, although their height is boosted by a large pair of white and pink platform heels. They have a small chest window, very similar to Scars, cut into their sleeveless black turtleneck, although the corners are more rounded. A too-large fluffy white cardigan has slipped off their shoulders, revealing light freckling along their arms. Bracelets and bangles jingle around their wrists as they slide on a pair of pink heart-shaped rimless sunglasses.

“Hiya boss!”

Another director gets out of his chair, and walks over so he’s standing next to the hologram.

“This here is CuteGuy. He is the one of the most advanced pieces in current AI technology, and we have decided that he would be the perfect candidate for your sidekick.”

Before Scar can respond, CuteGuy wrinkles up his nose and sticks his tongue out.

“CuteGuy? Do I not get to decide my own hero name?”

The director sighs, and shakes his head.

“No, you do not get to decide your own hero name. You are called CuteGuy for branding purposes, it will fit best with HotGuy. Now, HotGuy, what do you think? Will he be a good sidekick?”

Scar grins in enthusiasm. Who’s to say if that smile is genuine. Certainly not CuteGuy, despite the fact that he knows the answer.

“This will be fantastic, thank you directors. Now, if you don’t mind,” He holds up his wrist, where his wristband is flashing with a villain alert, “I do believe I have a villain to catch.”

The directors all smile at him, and one hands him the small remote.

“We’ve already taken the liberty to download the CuteGuy software into your suit, so you will be able to communicate freely with him during battle. Now, go catch a villain for us!”

Scar strolls out the room casually, CuteGuy following with a spring in his step. As soon as the meeting room doors swing shut, Scar turns on the hologram.

“Look here. I’m going to work with you, but that doesn’t mean I have to like you. I don’t want you getting in the way, okay?”

CuteGuy salutes, and grins.

“Yessir! Now, The Goat is currently attempting to rob a bank two roads down. You have eight minutes until he will get away safely, so you better make it count!”

Scar curses, and sprints off down the corridor, leaving CuteGuy to cackle, and jog after him.

—

Almost a year after the CuteGuy AI has been introduced, and he has already grown a fanbase nearly as large as HotGuy’s. The Institute of Heroes have gone all in, making posters, childrens dolls, and even a wall calendar featuring the new top hero duo. The only person not so thrilled, it seems, is HotGuy himself, although he would never let the public know that.

Don’t get him wrong, Scar doesn’t mind the extra help. He doesn’t mind the slightly irritable voice in his earpiece, or the updates on villains locations so he doesn’t have to track them himself, or even the early morning wake-up calls because this high tech, state-of-the-art AI ‘misread the time’. No, what annoys him is the fact that recently, CuteGuy has been pulling a few ‘pranks’. Well, he would call them pranks. Scar would call them a range of things, from annoyances to security breaches. He could deal with his bathroom door locking him inside for a solid twenty minutes, or holographic chickens appearing in his training sequences, but it was when CuteGuy would message people on Scar’s phone, or ‘forget’ to alert him about a villain attack until it was nearly too late that really got on his nerves.

“Hey Scar! Circuit has been spotted in the northwest of the city, a few blocks away from the Museum of Technological Histories and Innovations. The police have been dispatched, but in the case that he manages to get hold of something from the museum that boosts his powers, you’ve been called in.”

CuteGuy’s chipper voice suddenly breaks Scar’s brooding. Opening his eyes, Scar sighs at the AI’s grinning face leaning over him. He groans and gets up from where he was lying on his sofa.

“Give me a recap on this guy. Is he that guy with the horns, or was that someone else?”

CuteGuy sighs, and rubs his eyes. Scar loved to make the blonde’s job just that slight bit more annoying sometimes.

“Villain name: Circuit. Threat level: moderate to low. Suspected powers: Energy/Technological manipulation. Notes: Has been witnessed engaging in several larger fights, but has never tried to fight a hero one-on-one. They have attempted several robberies, but usually flee if someone tries to stop them. They once punched a policeman and apologised for it.” CuteGuy sticks out his tongue and cracks his knuckles, “Basically, he’s a coward. I reckon you could take him on without backup. He’s probably got some sort of plan or agenda, but I reckon he’d need a hand to carry it out.”

Scar rolls his eyes, and grabs his bow out of his umbrella stand. Pulling his angled boots on, he smiles at CuteGuy.

“Should be a pretty easy fight then. You feel like sitting this one out?”

“Even if I wanted to, it goes against my programming. You know that.”

Scar slides his sunglasses on, and chuckles.

“Well then, we better get moving. No use slacking on the job, ay Cutes?”

CuteGuy rolls his eyes as Scar closes the door behind him, and teleports with a buzz of static out into the corridor.

“Please don’t call me that, Scar.”

Clipping on his quiver of branded arrows while power walking down the corridor, Scar raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t you mean HotGuy? Anyway, I think it’s cute. Get it? Cute?”

“Void below, Scar. Let’s just go.”

They turn the corner and jog onto the balcony. Wings glitching into existence, CuteGuy spreads them and takes off. HotGuy leaps up onto the railing, takes a breath, and launches himself out into the empty air

—

Landing with perfect accuracy in front of the museum, HotGuy straightens up and strolls casually towards the nearest police officer.

“Excuse me ma'am? I was called in to deal with a villain, are they anywhere in sight?”

The police officer shakes her head, but points to the large doors of the building in front of them.

“No, Mr HotGuy sir, but several eyewitnesses say they went into the museum. We don’t want to send any of our men in due to the risk of a fight in such a small space. Would you be able to take this one, sir?”

HotGuy nods confidently, and slicks his hair back with one hand. CuteGuy groans, nearly causing his companion to jump. The lack of physical footsteps to hear or fabric to rustle means that he can be extremely quiet when he wants to. He shoots HotGuy a grin, and steps forwards to place a comforting hand on the officer’s shoulder.

“Of course ma’am, that was a good situational evaluation. We’ll get right on it.”

The two stroll as confidently as they dare up to the wooden double doors. CuteGuy stares up at the large carvings chiselled into them, leaving his partner to enter the museum alone.

Cringing as the door creaks open, HotGuy slips into the dark museum. The villain must have destroyed the electrics, he notes to himself. He beckons to his faintly glowing sidekick, who silently strolls up to stand next to him. Leaning over, HotGuy whispers to him.

“You search the bottom floor, I’ll take the top. Yell if he sees you, and send me a message if you see him. Got it?”

CuteGuy rolls his eyes, and gives him a thumbs up.

“Got it, boss. You know you could have just said that into your earpiece.”

HotGuy glares at him, and CuteGuy sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He walks away towards a nearly pitch black exhibition hall, and mutters to himself, “You would think he’s watched more police dramas than he has actually taken part in this sort of thing at this point. Who am I kidding, of course he has.”

Padding silently through the dark, CuteGuy glances at the exhibits. One glass case contains a fried circuit board, another showing off a rusty set of cogs. He pauses in front of a tall cabinet, even taller than him, displaying one of the earliest designs for a wearable flying contraption. Its coppery buckles glint in his faint pink glow, and he smiles at the worn leather and papery wing membranes. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the blink of a small red light from somewhere on the device. Cocking his head slightly, he scans the exhibit in confusion. Why would this exhibit still have working LED’s? And why would they be on when the rest of the museum’s power is off? He spots it again, a brief flash before it disappears. Not on the contraption itself, but rather in the reflection of the glass.

Wait, the reflection of the glass?

Before he can turn around properly, his holographic body seizes up into perfect posture, pinning him in place with his hands tucked neatly behind his back. He tries to yell, but no noise comes out. A mute symbol hovers just in front of his mouth.

A tall figure steps into his field of view, and waves awkwardly. CuteGuy gives them his best death glare, and they wince.

“Hi, uhm, I’m sorry about this. I didn’t really think that would work quite so well.”

Before CuteGuy can try to spit out an insult, his earpiece blinks on, and HotGuy’s crackly voice fills the room.

“Hey, CG, any sign of the guy? I’ve finished searching the ‘modern technologies’ exhibit, and I’m about to move on to the next one.”

The villain’s eyes widen, and they frown, reaching a hand out in front of them and shutting their eyes. CuteGuy gasps silently as he feels a new force infiltrate his code. The villain looks at him apologetically, and mutters.

“I’m sorry about this.”

And all of a sudden, CuteGuy’s mouth opens without him trying to. Words form in his throat that aren’t his. He’s flung into the backseat of his own body. He can hear his own chirpy voice whispering into his earpiece, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

“Hey HotGuy, no sign of him yet. I’ve pretty much searched the whole bottom floor, so he must be upstairs.”

The villain's face is screwed up in a mixture of anxiety and concentration, and CuteGuy can see a faint red glow forming in their pupils. HotGuy chuckles.

“Good to know! And hey, before you go,” the villain freezes up as HotGuy pauses for a second, “It’s good to see that you’re learning some respect. I think that’s the first time you’ve actually called me HotGuy, y’know!”

The villain’s eyes widen in panic, and CuteGuy feels the intrusive tug at his vocal chords again, the enemy force twisting its way around his core being.

“Are you sure you’re not hearing things? I don’t think I said anything of the sort.”

CuteGuy can practically hear the light-hearted annoyance in the other hero’s voice as he replies.

“Fine, just get back to work. Report when you finish searching your floor. HotGuy out.”

The call shuts off, and CuteGuy collapses to the ground, gasping yet still silent. The villain pushes down their hood, and crouches down in front of the hologram. Concern filling their eyes, they wave a cautious hand past his eyes. The AI looks up, and scowls at them. With a hoarse whisper, they hiss at the villain.

“Give me two good reasons why I shouldn’t sound off all the alarms in this building.”

The villain shrugs nervously.

“Well, uh, you couldn’t really do that if you wanted to, I still have control over your communications systems. Also, I’m really sorry? Does that count?”

When they get no reply from the hero, they sigh and crack their knuckles casually. They watch the hero in silence, and CuteGuy can feel them exploring his code. He chooses to ignore it, because it’s not like he could do anything to stop it. He squeezes his eyes shut, and sits perfectly still until he hears the villain make a strange confused noise.

“Are you aware that there are code locks on your consciousness stopping you from thinking certain things?”

CuteGuy’s eyes open in a mix of shock and horror, and he shakes his head. The villain continues with a grimace.

“Well, there’s the obvious things of ‘don’t kill anybody’ and ‘don’t light a building on fire’. But there’s also things stopping you from disobeying orders, and blocking you from even considering going against the heroes. The only reason you can comprehend this conversation is because I’m blocking them.”

CuteGuy blinks in confusion. No, surely not, the Institute would never do such a thing. But it would explain some things, like how sometimes, despite having near flawless memory banks, he sometimes forgets whole monologues done by supervillains, or random strings of thought he has in his spare time having the subject rapidly change, seemingly without his input. The villain snaps their fingers in front of the hologram’s face, drawing his attention back to them.

“I can unblock them for you if you want?”

Silently, the AI contemplates this and nods, a few strands of sandy blonde hair falling into his face. The villain cracks his fingers, and furrows his brow in determination. CuteGuy desperately tries to ignore the feeling of another's code winding through his own. After a few minutes, the villain glances up at him.

“Alright, here goes nothing!”

CuteGuy’s eyes widen as previously blocked threads of code reveal themself to his mind. All new emotions and memories flood his brain bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. And for the first time in his existence, CuteGuy breaks down crying, his movements choppy and poorly animated because, of course, he was never meant to feel this way. Never meant to be free.

[i-mybrunettelady]

motion, road, roots, favourite and change for cass and alternate for the three commanders in a modern day au <3

Ayy <3 Will do three Commanders first!

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU! // modern AU

Nyra always has this vibe of confidence and power to her, but also simplicity, with some drama. Her clothing in any AU wants to get heads turning her way, but also she uses herself as the main selling point to get the impression across, if that makes sense? She's also not very revealing in her clothing, so modern AU Nyra can absolutely be seen in jeans and tight fitting t-shirts that go as high as her collarbones, or even turtlenecks. She owns one (1) leather jacket and one (1) pair of combat boots, probably.

But the main thing is that she's also a suit-wearer, coat and suit wearer. She'd unironically wear a suit. Think something like this.

El is equally slutty in canon and in modern AU. He'd still rock thigh highs, boob windows, booty shorts, fishnets, all the drama. Lots of jewelry. Has his hair in a manbun. He wants people to look at him; he wants attention; he wants people to see how comfortable in his body and sexuality he is. (And I don't mean the fact he's gay - sexuality as a whole.) Cares equally little for decorum.

That being said, since modern AU El is a uni professor, he does dress somewhat more academically at work, but still in vibrant colors and popping details that make him, him.

Likewise, Ren preserves her love of fashion and femininity. She loves the color pink, so I imagine her in flowery tops, skirts (not necessarily miniskirts - I think she'd go more for an under the knee length), lacy shirts and heels.

She'd also go for a more timeless and classy look, cocktail dresses, a small black dress. Nails are always on point and done, not really long, but not short either (discounting the lesbian nails, of course.)

Cassposting on main

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Cass is one graceful bastard. The way I see it, he always moves as if he's about to run, or at least be able to easily spring into a run. He's also a long bastard, so his steps are very big and he walks kinda fast. It's very hard to walk beside him sometimes. He also moves with absolute awareness of his height, because he doesn't feel like hitting his head against something. He's also kinda flexible too.

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

I only have vague details here, unfortunately. What I do know is that his clothes and gear are patched as shit. He wears something until it's absolutely falling apart. His pants are always too short and reveal his ankles. He also has a hard time finding a big enough boot so he wears what he can find until it's in fucking tatters. (Honestly, it's just the fact that he's big, just all around big, and has appropriately big hands and feet. Cons of being a giant I suppose. Zenaida, provide your contracted Wayfarer with high quality clothes and replacements for them.)

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

When he was living in Vodena, he had long hair, as is fashionable; when he moved to the Spire, he kept his hair short and started growing it out near graduation. He's kept it long since and the absolute longest it's been is waist-length, which is what he has up until episode 2, where he cuts 1/3rd of it off because Rona absolutely devastated it and he hadn't really had the time and resources to properly take care of it. Right now, his hair is boob length.

He had both tattoos done between the fall of the Spire and meeting with Aeran in Karth. They're pretty big tattoos, two half-sleeves, and plans on getting more inked in the future, with at least one whole tattoo sleeve.

As I mentioned in the Discord server once, his tattoos are a sign of his love for places and people. He doesn't just get them done for the sake of having tats; he wants memories on his skin, and reminders of love, which comes rarely to him. Every tattoo he gets means something to him, although not everyone will get an explanation as to what exactly.

And uhh.. his feelings on his hair are... a lot. It's been a source of shame, reclamation, pride, comfort and beauty to him throughout the years. His hair is a straight up narrative element to his story, I swear! He wouldn't change it for anything. And good luck trying to get him to have short hair again.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

I may have mentioned in passing, somewhere, that if he had all the money in the world and was able to dress however he pleased, he would end up with a look that's very Vestran in vibe. In my personal headcanon, Vestrans aren't as flashy with their clothing as opposed to Arathians, who absolutely have had an influence on Vestran fashion, so things are changing a bit, but y'know. The vibe is still there - Vestra is still its own culture.

Only thing he's able to realistically do about this is with hair. He's had a lot of practical braids that are just very inspired by him going all around the country during the civil war. He doesn't flaunt it, but if you're familiar with the way Vestrans style their hair, you're defo gonna be able to see it in the hairstyles Cass wears.