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rlbbackup · 1 year ago

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Just This Once...

This was inspired by SxF Chapter 87 and Aerequest's lovely comic! Please enjoy!

Beware minor spoilers.

AO3 Link Aerequet's art!

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He hadn’t intended to get caught in the hallway.

With all the commotion coming from the living room, how was a man to get any kind of rest (or, in Twilight’s case, finish working on his report regarding the whole shit storm that had gone down in Shellbury and maybe catch fifteen minutes of shut eye). His arm ached, his head throbbed, and every sound felt amplified by a thousand, even with the door closed.

It was probably his injuries that led to his slower reaction after opening the door from his room to hear clearly what was going on out there. Blue eyes simply staring down the hallway, watching as Yor knelt down at Bond’s side. The large dog rested his paws and face on her lap, his fluffy tail wagging eagerly.

Over the chaos that was Anya and Franky arguing about something Twilight could barely catch, the spy could see his wife’s lips move, inquiring to their dog.

“You’re enjoying this, huh Bond?” She asked, a happy smile on her lips as she brought her strong, bandaged hands gently on the dog’s fur, one hand patting him lightly while the other moved in gentle strokes with a brush.

He was so exhausted that he couldn’t turn away from the sight. A little voice told him to go back to his room, that he had work to do, that no one was in danger and he needed to sit down, dammit.

But he was pinned to the spot. Too weary to move, to look away, to go. Torn between want and responsibility.

Which in turn led to his daughter spotting him. Her head snapping towards him, her green eyes honing in on him like heat seeking missiles, her expression morphing into something not entirely innocent but not entirely malicious either.

“HaHa!” She called, letting go of Franky’s arm and clutching her fists in front of her. “You have to fsshh Chichi! Since Scruffy is a coward!”

Fsshh? What the -

“Hey!” Franky called in protest, but was drowned out by another anxious voice.

“Oh no!” Yor called, her voice pitching up into that range when she was worried she had messed something up irreversibly. Ruby red eyes landed on him, wide and remorseful. “D-Did we wake you up? I’m so sorry, Loid-san!”

“Wh-” Twilight began only to be cut off.

“Fssh him, HaHa!” Anya demanded, now jumping up and down. Her little Mary Jane’s clacking on the wood and most definitely bothering the neighbor below.

“Heh! Yeah, I’d love to see that!” Franky added, cackling...even if he had been distraught only moments prior for some reason. "A nice downpayment for retrieving those things you needed from work, eh, Loidman!"

“No!” Yor squeaked, hands outstretched towards Anya over Bond’s prone form to stop her from stomping. “Your Papa needs his rest, a-and he did say his head hurt so -”

Oh. The dots finally clicked. Thank goodness this was just a small (but demanding) request from his daughter and not something that ticked seconds closer to the end of the world. \

Fsshh must mean brush. Like what Yor had been doing to Bond only seconds earlier.

Taking a deep breath, Twilight felt his ears redden. Should he give in? Anya was already making a loud fuss over this and with Franky encouraging her... there would probably be a tantrum on the horizon.

If only he had been fast enough to retreat back to his room before he had been spotted.

Some spy he was.

Clearing his throat lightly, two of the voices quieted, eyes boring into him to see his answer. Drooping his head slightly, Twilight acquiesced.

“Once is...fine.” He answered, barely audible down the hallway, his feet finally able to move, move towards the living room.

Yor’s face snapped towards him. “Huh? But-”

Although everything ached, his strides still took him to his wife’s side in a few seconds. “Just once and then you really should get back to you schoolwork.”

Their daughter had the gall to look a bit smug at that, as if her father had complimented her antics, even with this insistance that she study. If he had been well enough, he probably would have thought that something was afoot, but he was just...so worn out.

Careful to not accidentally trip over or step on Bond, Twilight sat down on the floor next to Yor and pulled his knees to his chest. Blue eyes staring ahead, unseeing as his wife shifted beside him. Her bandaged fingers came down softly on one side of his head while the brush made contact with his golden locks on the other.

Just once. He thought, though he could feel his mind beginning to unfurl, a soft...barely remembered memory coming to the forefront.

“Hold still, baby! Let me get these knots out of your hair. Then you can go play with your friends.”

“Just this once, Mama! I’m a big kid! I can take care of my hair myself.”

The gentle sound of fsshh... fssshhh so close to his ear made the memory go stronger, heavier in his heart. His expression flattened, his eyes narrowed but not in anger or suspicion...just distant as the past came flooding back.

Just this once...is fine.

#Spy x family #sxf fanfiction #sxf fanfic #Rachel Writes things #SxF manga spoilers #Sxf Chapter 87 spoiler #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #franky franklin #bond forger #i hope this turned out okay... I #I wrote this while I was sick ngl #No beta we die like men

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jazlynriddle · 2 months ago

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Welcome to your life - Pt 1:

Everybody Wants To Rule THEIR World Ch 6:

Summary:

"You need only close your eyes to it and be happy and safe with us."

The Keeper (player) has already secured the repository and Sebastian's loyalty, emboldening his descent into darkness. Now, they just need to win over Ominis, cure Anne, and create a domain to call their own.

And not necessarily in that order.

The Keeper's tale, a post-game story of a morally-grey, pragmatic, Chaotic Neutral, non-binary, muggleborn, orphan player character, so burned by 1800s orphanages, that they became a power hoarder who demands more payment for quests, burns paintings but doesn't want to rule the world, just their own territory and the two boys who'd caught their eye.

Warnings: Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Spoilers! Dark content! Slow-burn canon-compilant corruption! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least)

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: Mentions of past physical abuse! Mentions of past sexual abuse! Mentions of abuse in general! 1890s muggle Britain was very different from what we see of Wizarding Britain in Hogwarts Legacy!

I don't know if you can tell, but this chapter is gonna be dark. Though, honestly if you're reading this, you clearly don't mind. Don't worry, to make up for it, next chapter is gonna be slightly more fluffy sex, well, as fluffy as it can get with the Keeper, heh.

I considered combining this chapter with the next but decided to make it easier to skip the dark stuff if anyone's uncomfortable with it.

"So, what do we need to talk about?"

Ominis felt his stomach twist, he really hoped he was wrong but the fact that even Sebastian had noticed, meant that the likelihood of that was next to zero.

"You've done this before."

Ominis wanted to smack Sebastian, blunderbuss think before you speak!

The Keeper’s voice came after a moment, sounding relieved and a little bewildered. "Is that what this is about? I mean, yes, it's not my first time blowing a bloke, but if you're worried that I'm not a virgin, then well, I still am. Went through a lot of trouble to keep it that way. Admittedly, I am a bit surprised that the two of you would be concerned about that though."

Ominis kicked Sebastian under the table before he could open his mouth again.

"It's not that, we're just worried about how you learnt to do, well, all of that." Ominis shook his head as Sebastian shifted beside him, likely holding in his reaction.

There was a moment of silence, before the Keeper sighed. "The way I've learnt everything, I suppose, by learning it to survive."

Ominis frowned, searching for a means to convey his concern in a way they'd understand. He reached a hand across the table, wanting to feel their feelings. The expressions of the body. "Will you tell us? About what you had to learn to survive. We owe you so much and you are so dear to us, yet we know so little of your life before Hogwarts."

Ominis waited anxiously, hand hovering, uncertain if they would take it. Uncertain what to do if they refused to share.

After a moment, they sighed and Ominis felt their hand slip into his, with some relief.

"It's not exactly a pleasant story." Their tone was warning, and he felt his stomach twist further.

Ominis felt Sebastian leave the bench beside him as he shook his head. "We would like to hear it regardless. Ours weren't particularly pleasant tales either and you listened with kindness nonetheless. You said what I did wasn’t my fault. I may not agree but I appreciate your feelings. I should like the chance to do the same in return."

"And I for one, think that this conversation would be better held in more comfortable holdings." Sebastian's voice emerged from somewhere to the left of Ominis.

A chuckle came from the Keeper, who continued holding Ominis' hand as they stood, guiding Ominis to where, apparently, Sebastian had transfigured some of the crates into large cushions for them to sit on the floor upon.

There was that considerate brilliance that Sebastian occasionally showed, Ominis thought fondly, as the three of them settled into the cushions.

They shifted until the three of them were comfortable, ending up with Sebastian and the Keeper sitting beside each other at what felt like a slight angle so that they could face each other easily. With Ominis laying across their legs, his feet on Sebastian's lap and his head on the Keeper's.

Ominis was intent on holding the Keeper's hands, people rarely realised how much they expressed in the slight movements and twitches of their hands. Ominis knew Sebastian well enough to guess his reactions, so he'd rather hold both the Keeper's hands, so as not to miss anything.

He gently caressed the Keeper's hands, trying to help them relax. Though, he had a bad feeling that all the effort put into making a comfortable environment and atmosphere wouldn't help very much with this talk.

The Keeper hummed. "I suppose I should start with saying that muggle Britain is very different from Wizarding Britain. Transgender rights are non-existent, the idea of anyone's gender not matching the sex they're born with, simply doesn't exist. Homosexuality is a crime and polyamory is just cheating."

There were already so many problems with what the Keeper had just said that Ominis' jaw went slack. "But then-"

"Yes, everyone is simply allocated the gender they're born with, regardless of their personal wishes." Their hands were stiff and Ominis felt a surge of sorrow for all the poor souls forced to live like someone they weren't comfortable with.

The Keeper took a tired breath. "The next is that, as orphans in the Orphan Working Home, we are basically House Elves."

"What?" Sebastian's voice was incredulous and Ominis shot upright, all attempts at creating a comfortable setting forgotten, completely a loss as to how to respond. A human treated like a house elf!?

"We are raised in the orphanage until we reach fourteen, at which point they ship us off to the workhouses, where we serve the same way house elves do till we die. If we even make it to fourteen." They scoffed.

"If?" Sebastian echoed, his tone aghast, Ominis felt much the same way.

How could it be acceptable to treat humans, let alone children, like house elves in the muggle world? Perhaps his family’s teachings that muggles were uncivilised and barbaric animals… might not be as untrue has he had believed.

"Well, most of us don't make it past ten. The caretakers don't care what happens to the food after it's been distributed. So, the stronger kids would simply beat the weaker ones and take their food. We had to buy our rations back for… favours."

Ominis felt bile rise in his throat at the way the Keeper's hands clenched, their casual tone contrasting with the trembling of their fingers.

"I was considered lucky. The boys thought me pretty. Those they had no interest in simply died. I worked hard to convince them not to… take everything they wanted by force. I offered willing services instead. I'm no prodigy, I'm simply used to having to excel or die. Didn't change very much even after joining the Wizarding world honestly." The Keeper shrugged, their hands shifting with the gesture.

Ominis heard Sebastian shoot to his feet and start pacing angrily, no doubt planning to commit murder. Again.

"Don't make such a fuss. I was lucky. If Fig hadn't come to collect me, I might have been executed, but I didn't." They tried to brush off dismissively.

"What!?" Sebastian snapped in alarm.

"I killed a man, a few months before I came here, he tried to take what I wasn't willing to give, I'm accustomed to being used as a punching bag by the caretakers, but I wasn't going to let anyone humiliate me that way. Trouble was that he was the workhouse manager, I'd managed to evade discovery for about two weeks but I was under heavy suspicion. If Fig hadn't came for m-"

Ominis couldn't bear to hear it, interrupting them by pulling them into his arms. He'd thought his own childhood cruel, hated that his parents cared more about their bloodline than him, but he had never had to fear for his life or his chastity. To grow up physically and sexually assaulted, consistently and regularly as a child, even by the adults who were supposed to be caring for them, it was inconceivable.

The Keeper remained stiff and still for a few moments, allowing him to hold them, before leaning back, most likely to look at him. He felt their thumb gently catch the moisture from his eyes rubbing the liquid over his skin.

"Huh. Never had someone cry for me before." Their statement was so flat, it broke Ominis' heart.

"I'm glad you killed that man." Sebastian's cold and angry voice came from behind him and Ominis was ready to turn around and reprimand him. Surely that was an inappropriate commen-

"Ha! If I hadn't, I'd have already gone back to kill him. The workhouse was better after he died, the new guy wasn't exactly a dad of the year, but he wasn't a paedophile and he didn't care about torturing kids for fun, only about making the required quota of goods daily."

Ominis sat, stunned at the change in the Keeper, hearing their empty broken pieces being forcefully shoved back together like a botched reparo. Shards sharp and thin, digging into itself, yet somehow remaining functional.

"Sounds like you did the world a favour, those kids owe you a great deal. Your courage surely saved lives. Though, I would say there's a group of boys, probably young men by now, and several caretakers who also owe you a great deal. Say, perhaps their lives?"

Ominis’s first instinct said that surely Sebastian was saying the wrong things now.

"Well, I was planning to go back eventually and see if I can find the caretakers and the boys who taught me so much, I certainly wouldn't refuse company. Though, I wasn't entirely sure how to go about finding them, I don't remember all of their names…"

"Well, we do have a pensive here, I don't yearn to see the horrors you have experienced, but I'd rather you not have to see them again yourself. I can take a swim in your memories and get their names."

Ominis felt his jaw go slack and his stomach turn at the thought of watching but as he listened, he began to understand. This was just how they coped. Both of them. By finding something to hate and throw their pain at.

The Keeper seemed almost relieved when Sebastian gave them the chance to distance themselves from the tragedy that was their childhood, latching on to threads of anger and spite instead. Perhaps not the most healthy way of coping but nonetheless…

"No, there's too many memories to go through, I wouldn't even know where to start."

Certainly, there was a vindictiveness and viciousness in the Keeper's tone that scared Ominis, but at the same time, for the first time since Rookwood, he agreed.

The man they'd killed deserved death. The caretakers who'd hurt the children in their charge deserved death. The boys who had abused the Keeper deserved more than death.

"I can help you with that." Ominis' skin prickled under the stares that Sebastian and the Keeper levelled at him.

Ominis elaborated. "I'm an Occlumens, a bit unnecessary since I'm blind, but it's family tradition to teach the art of defending one's mind against attack from a Legilimens trying to steal secrets from your noggin."

"As part of training we learn how to train our subconscious to categorise memories, hiding important ones away while leaving the drivel on the front porch, so to speak. If I teach you, your subconscious should be able to help you find the memories that contain their names." Ominis nodded as he finished his explanation.

"You're an Occlumens!? And you never told me!?" And, Sebastian, right on cue, as usual.

"Sebastian." Ominis was pleasantly surprised to hear the Keeper speak up for him, their tone chiding.

"It's fin-" Ominis began, about to wave it off as usual.

"No, Ominis, they're right, I'm sorry. I told myself I’d stop taking you for granted and I failed again, would you forgive me?” Sebastian's voice came from beside him now, the back of his hand brushing against Ominis' cheek.

Ominis felt his face flush, still not wholly accustomed to the shift in their dynamics yet. He nodded in response, finding it difficult to speak in the face of unexpected maturity from Sebastian.

"Perhaps you wouldn't mind teaching me as well? It seems like a useful skill." Sebastian asked, sitting down beside him to his left.

"Of course, Sebastian." Ominis nodded with a smile.

"Thank you. For this. I know you wouldn't want to be a part of something like this normally." The Keeper's voice came from his right.

"Not normally, but…" Ominis' cheeks warmed again. "...for someone I love, then yes."

He held his breath. This was the first any of them had spoken of romantic feelings, and Ominis was deeply afraid that either of them might say that they had only been interested in a physical relationship.

"Wow. I thought I'd be the one to say it first." Sebastian's voice was tinged with disbelief.

The Keeper scoffed. "Nonsense, of course it would be Ominis, you wouldn't understand your own emotions unless they were a physical object you could accidentally walk into."

"Oh, how rude! I will have you know that if my feelings for you and Ominis were a physical object, you wouldn't be able to see the stars at night." Sebastian shot back in mock offence.

"Please, my feelings for the two of you are so strong, they wouldn't need to be a physical object to rival the stars in brilliance."

"Well, mine could rival the sun!"

"Only if the sun shines outta yer arse!"

"Hang on, how did we get on this topic again-"

"Ominis said he loves me."

"Wait, Ominis you love me too, right?"

"Of course, I do, Sebastian."

"Well. Good, because I love you too. And this other menace."

"How rude, I will have you know that this menace loves you and Ominis too."

"Good. Now, we were going to kill some people."

"After brutally torturing them."

"Of course."

"Wait hang on, I'll help you get their names but leave me out of the actual torture and murder."

"Oh right, I suppose we can discuss where we can shove their balls afterwards."

"We could just shove them in their eye sockets."

"Choking to death on their own dicks?"

"Too quick, perhaps up their ars-"

"Alright, no more talk of genital mangling until I have left the room!"

Notes:

Hopefully writing in Ominis' point of view felt alright, it was an enjoyable challenge to write from the perspective of a blind individual, so many descriptive vocabulary yeeted right out the window x'D

Also, I don't know if it's just my bad luck but I've often found writings about victims of abuse that are... let's just say, not very realistic?

I've been supporting a survivor of domestic child abuse through recovery (they can't see a head doctor so I'm the closest they've got) and they don't cry about it, in fact, they vehemently avoid thinking of it as abuse. They've gotten more able to face the experience over the years and they've said that "anyone who cries over it, would not likely survive it in the first place."

They handle it by saying it's normal, you don't cry on a normal day. Even when they face their abuse, they brush it off or get agitated and ask to change the subject to anything, even discussions related to their abuse as long as it's not about how much their experience must have hurt.

Either way, it's rarely like movies with a crying abuse victim cured by the power of love, it's years of telling them that they aren't stupid, they have dyslexia.

Now clearly, the survivor I'm supporting isn't the same type that I'm writing, but the basics aren't too far apart, the difference is the coping mechanism. The Keeper is closer to the type of abuse survivor that swings aggressively in the opposite direction. They don't exactly understand that their treatment was wrong, just that it made them feel bad and they won't let anything remotely similar happen again. Which means sometimes they may misunderstand normal people's behaviour and react in what appears to be an abnormal way.

I kinda want to elaborate but at this point this note will be longer than the chapter- Suffice it to say, I have done a lot more thinking about characterization in this fic than one might think x'D

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #gender neutral mc #mc x sebastian sallow #mc x ominis gaunt #sebastian x ominis #sebastian x ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #fanfic #jazlr welcome to your life #jazlr #lgbtqia #nonbinary

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cookies-are-nice · 11 months ago

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Catalyst

Content : sibling drama(im an only child fyi), Happy Hanagaki family, Toman shenanigans (mikey x oc)

Auther's notes : I'll be posting a little bit less often, but I think this chapter is okay.

Chapter 3 : Misunderstandings

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Sachiko threw her school bag on her bed and quickly hopped in her shower. Although the shower she took was a good one, she remained in the bad mood she carried home from her terrible day.

The poor girl forgot her English homework at home, so the teacher gave her a scolding. And to add to that, She got a 6/10 on her math exercise paper because her classmates were distracting her and her favourite teacher was disappointed with her. Furthermore, her wallet was nowhere to be found so she had to skip both breakfast AND lunch cause she had to stay back for detention. The detention was caused by a friend of hers, accidentally breaking a vase. Rose took the blame for her, except she didn't expect to starve the whole time. And then, she had to run home in the rain because she forgot her phone was charging at home and she couldn't call her driver.

The exhausted teen got dressed, dried her hair off and face-planted on a fluffy, comfortable bed. Nothing could've separated her from the bed at that point. Nothing except for the fact that her younger sister was still at the kindergarden. (I refuse to give her a break, the X from MHA didn't get a break you don't either SAYA INSAN ADIL)

Without hesitation, she shot up from her bed and called her driver. When she arrived at her sister's kindergarten, Sachiko asked her sister's teacher where little Yumi was. The teacher said that someone had already picked her up. Thinking her sister had been kidnapped, Sachiko rushed back home only to find that Takemichi had already picked Yumi up. Letting out a sigh of relief, she ran toward Yumi and hugged her.

"OH thank goodness! I thought something bad happened to you!" Sachiko cried out squeezing her 6-year-old sister.

"Heh, I figured you were staying back at school so I picked her up instead, sorry for giving you a scare." Takemichi timidly spoke.

"Thanks Takemichi, though, you had me thinking Yumi had been kidnapped for one second."

Sachiko turned to face Takemichi and noticed fresh bruises and cuts on his face. She told Yumi to go to her room. Once she was sure Yumi couldn't hear, she spoke.

"Again? This is the 3rd time you've come home like this idiot,"

"I know I jus-"

"No, No, you don't, " She interrupted. "You aren't telling me what happened nor are you fixing it. I need you to take this seriously"

"I am"

"NO! Time and time again you've come back like this and yet every single time I ask you, you brush it off and deny it!" She yelled at her brother. "What the hell do i do about this?!"

"I've told you, nothing! I'm sorting it out!"

"Damn it! Just let me help!"

"You don't need to help, I'm fine!"

"YOU-"

"I'M NOT LIKE HIM SACHIKO!"

Rose's eyes widened at that name, ah, she sure hasn't heard that name in a long time. After realising what he had said, Takemichi quickly apologised.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say that"

"No, you're right, you're not like him," She shot back. "you're far worse."

Taken aback by his sister's words, he softly asks her. "w-what do you mean?"

"Our father was a determined man. Despite that, he had always lacked something-kindness. You have a heart of gold Takemichi, you always h put yourself before others, constantly endanger yourself, " She takes a breath before continuing. "I'm scared that I'll lose you too..."

Tears started to well up in Sachiko's eyes.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, it's just," She sobs. "-been a really hard day."

A tear crept down her face. Takemichi, not knowing what to do, takes her into a hug. Pulling away from the hug first, Sachiko says, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being a good brother."

Smiles made their way onto the siblings faces. While the two were enjoying the embrace, the door to Yumi's room creaked open. Out came the 4-year-old child, squeezing her blanket.

"Oh Yumi, did we scare you?" She pulls away from the hug to look at her little sister. The small child nodded and ran towards her siblings.

"Sorry Yumi, we didn't mean to..." After hearing her older brother's apologies, she raised both her hands, gesturing for Takemichi carry her. The clueless boy turned to Sachiko for help but only got a mocking chuckle paired with an evil smile in return.

"I'm not helping you! It's your turn to do Yumi-duty this time, goodnight~" Sachiko teased, quickly retreating into her room before her brother decides to ditch their little sister duty again.

She slept well, the soft sounds of silence lulling her to rest. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite so lucky the following morning.

"ACHỌÔŒÓÖ"

"BLESS YOU???"

Takemichi phrased, unsure whether that was a sneeze or not.

"than 'kyou" Sachiko said wiping her nose with a 5-ply tissue she had recently bought specifically to treat Takemichi's injuries.

"I think I'm si- ACHÓŐÛÚĔƏĂÂÔŒØŐĂỊŮĘÖ"

"WHAT THE FU-"

"-sick," Sachiko hurried to complete her sentence. "running in the rain doesn't seem like such a good idea to me anymore,"

Takemichi, still shocked by the fact that the demonic sound came from his sister, got up from the breakfast table to get a thermometer. Sachiko remained cuddled up on the sofa scrolling on her phone. Once her brother came back with the tool, he took her temperature. The thermometer showed a whopping 39.8°C.

"W-WHAT?!"

"what"

"YOU'RE GONNA DIE!!"

"IM GONNA WHAT?!"

"OH NO OH NO OH NO"

"GIVE ME THE GODDAMN THERMOMETER"

The sick girl snatched it out of her brother's hand and saw the temperature her body was in. Of course, having absolutely no experience in this matter, the siblings called the emergency number. Sadly, the emergency respondent told them to "give her panadol" and hung up.

In their state of panic, the two delicate snowflakes decide on calling Hinata. Takemichi ran to get his phone and was now talking to hinata in another room. Fortunately, Hinata was a normal person with a normal life and gave them normal advice. Rose took some fever medicine and was transported to her bed to rest.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Takemichi opened the door and was met with the faces of the founders of Tokyo Manji Gang.

"Takemichi!" The leader of Toman whined.

"OH? Why are you all here?" The confused boy questioned his friends.

"Oi Takemichi where the hell were you?" Draken shot a question of his own.

Coming to a a realisation, Takemichi quickly apologised. "OH NO! I forgot about the hangout, I'm Sorry! (⋟﹏⋞)"

"Takemichi how could you be so forgetful!" Mikey, very ironically, accused Takemichi.

"You're one to talk," Draken called his best friend out on his hypocritical behaviour.

"I'll kick your as-" His threat was interrupted by a feminine voice shouting, "Takemichi!"

The group of boys went silent when they heard the voice coming from Sachiko's room. Takemichi couldn't think of anything else to do, except to stand there, frozen.

"...Was that Hinata?"

"Uh, no bu-"

The atmosphere became serious almost instantly. The eyes in the room stared him down as if they were ready to pounce at Takemichi if he says the wrong thing. The poor boy's brain gave up on thinking as he was trying to find an answer that wouldn't earn him a kick to his head or a punch to his face.

Draken, tried of the silence, questioned, "Then who was that?"

Suddenly, the door to Sachiko's bedroom swung open. Out came a girl, wearing a crop top and shorts, though her body showed no signs of injury, she looked pale and lethargic.

"Takemichi, Where is my water?"

Once Rose saw the group of boys surrounding her brother, her flight-or-flight response had been activated. The girl looked at her brother, then back at the group, Not knowing their intentions, she took half a step back, retreating into her room.

"And who is this Takemichi?" the boy with blonde hair asked while eyeing here down suspiciously.

Sneaking a glance at her brother's expression,

Takemichi no longer had any worry or panic on his face, instead, it was replaced with an embarrassed one. After her suspicions were cleared, Rose started to calm down.

"I'm Takemichi's sister, Sachiko. Who might you be?"

Mikey, shocked at her statement, blurred out, "...sister?"

"We're Takemichi's friends and we've come to pick him up for a hangout." thankfully, Draken was the only sensible one and explained first.

Her brother had an expression that could be considered the prime example of relief. Most of their group looked dumbfounded while the others looked embarrassed.

"Oh, I see. Then, don't let me be a bother!" Sachiko no longer felt threatened by their presence, so she shoved her brother our the door, "Takemichi go."

"i-uh-wait-no-but-you-wait-"

"nonono you go hang out, I'll be fine"

She quite literally 'pushed' her brother to hang out with the friends of his.

"Thank you very much Sachiko-san." (chifuyu)

The polite boy took a bow and all of the exited the house quickly.

"Huh, they were surprisingly polite,"

Sachiko said to herself before taking a sip of the water she requested so many times. She looked out of their house window and saw her brother joking around with his friends. She was about to go back to bed but not before she noticed "Tokyo Manji Gang "imprinted on one of Takemichi's friend's jacket. The boy had a short figure and blond hair tied up halfway.

"He seems quite familiar...Have I met him before?"

Oh you sweet child, you have, so many times before.

I'm following most of the tr plot but I'm changing a little bit (I'm not letting anyone die)

#sano mikey manjiro #mikey sano #mikey x oc #mikey x reader #manjiro sano #hanagaki takemichi #draken #ken ryuguji #chifuyu matsuno #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers oc #tokyo revengers

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fogwitchoftheevermore · 11 months ago

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so… ao3 year in review, huh! this was a good year for me for writing, mcyt content really sparked my brain and i wrote FAR more than i had in the last few years. this post is gonna be mostly mcyt fic, hence why it’s here, but there’s a bit of blaseball left too.

i found the photo of the friend that i was looking for-written for the boston flowers fic exchange commemorating the return of blaseball (heh….), fluff about the flowers being friends and sharing photographs

space’s blaseball poetry collection-exactly what it says on the tin! i joined my school’s poetry club last fall and wrote a lot of poetry about blaseball in that time. (i’ve written a bit of mcyt poetry too, maybe i’ll post that someday)

stop me if you’ve heard this all before-empires s2 cannon divergence where pix is the only survivor of the other universe blood sausage was in and he gets brought to season 2. i swear to god this will be done in the new year, i promise.

would you mind if i tried to take a pass at it?-my longest fic to date and the fic i made this account for in the first place so i could post shipping and people wouldn’t be weird. you all should thank wither husbands for my presence in your life (/j)

just put your sweet lips on my lips-really living up to my ao3 username on this one with a second fluffy wither husbands fic, this time with an established relationship!

i still taste you on my lips, lovely bitter water-i intended for this to be SLIGHTLY cannon divergent and then realized i’d made up an entire piece of empires lore in my head by accident. read this one it’s good.

but when it comes to the end, you’re just the same as them-clock duo are messy as hell and i love that for them. if you could bash someone’s head in with a clock in minecraft impulse would’ve made this fic cannon by now.

men are fools, oh, men are frail-one of my favorites this year about martyn, the end of liml, and misleading prizes. very excited to write more treebark for the title exchange.

she says i’m spread thin, but baby, i’m just restless-deceit had me by a chokehold for a month and i still really like this HOWEVER legundo follows me on tumblr and vaguely implied in his end of the year stream that he reads at least some fanfiction. terrifying.

never forget number 46-another one of my favorites this year, partially because it’s so deeply self indulgent and partially cause it’s GOOD. read my blaseball au even if you don’t know anything about blaseball come closer i promise.

how to rest-the first in the perpetuity/secret life crossover series inspired by @wooshofficial and @betweenlands ‘s ghost fics that wasn’t supposed to become a series. lmao. the third installment will be here shortly.

it’s not something that you put to bed-the second installment in this series and the last of my top 3 fics this year. something about jimmy and chrys’ personalities were so fun to write together and allowed me to play in a very interesting space with him.

so what’s in store for next year? probably a lot of stuff that i don’t know of yet! but definitely on the docket:

blaseball winter exchange fic (will be going on main ao3 and blaseball side blog if you’re interested)

whatever fic(s) i write for treebark title swap (hoping to write at least two!)

second chapter of “stop me” i SWEAR

more blaseball au! i’ve got so many ideas floating around :)

and a million other things i’ve got ideas for that may or may not see the light of day, who knows!

happy new year, everyone!

#space rambles #my writing #good year for writing for me oh man #i didn’t even realize how much i’d written until i went to compile this #like i’ve had my main ao3 since 2018 #and it’s only got a few more works than my mcyt ao3 that i made a few months into this year #and this isn’t even including any ficlets i wrote on here! good year!

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illadvisedselfships · 1 year ago

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I come into your inbox bearing one free ticket 🎫 to gush over any f/o of choice :3 (or all of them if you prefer as well~)

I ACTUALLY HAVE L I S T S. ON MY NOTES APP XD LET ME JUST GO AND REFRESH MYSELF XD Haha. Gushing commences down below XD

Cruella De Vil (SPECIFCALLY 1996)- The only person real or fictional I would ever marry!

First of all I just love the way she talks! She uses words like 'squander' and 'sycophant' and aghh I love it. And this quote??- 'More good women have been lost to marriage then to war, famine, disease and disaster'. This is the line that first got me interested in her. Like... its extreme (Of course women can be married and still be powerful and amazing as hell) but there is truth to it and I love a mean old woman who's not afraid at all to say it.

Her HAIR. Its just perfect!! It looks so soft and fluffy and? the colour and the volume?? How??? It is iconic and I love drawing it, looking at it, thinking about playing with it... XD Its just great, alright?

How sorry she was about Anita's pregnancy 😅😅😅 Babe same. I've said it before and I'll say it again, if I got pregnant I would want people to respond the same way 😅😅😅 That's just personal thing, of course, I know most people would be happy to be with baby and wish to be congratulated but hey- that's why she's my f/o XD

I'm oddly obsessed with the sound her teeth make on her cigarette stick??? XDD Its just- I don't know. One of those things that's kinda satisfying for me ! 😂

Red. Lipstick.

She doesn't pull punches and I love writing for characters like that ^^ You get what you see with her.

Jim Bickerman- My main F/O!!

Alright first of all- I just feel like he's a perfect combination of all the kinds of characters I like! XD 1. Sleaze, 2. Crazy old man 3. Antagonist.

The f l a n n e l s. I-

Its just-

They look so good that's all I'm gonna say XD

A small detail I noticed that I like?? He has band aids on his fingers in Final Chapter. And I just wonder if, behind the scenes, the costume designer decided Jim was accident prone and constantly covered in band aids or if that was an Englund add XD Either way I just think its neat for a low budget campy creature feature sequel XD

Messy beard.

OKAY BUT?? HIS TALKING?? The line 'Come to Daddy you little bitch'?? That wry chuckle and 'Heh, whadaya mean?' all-too-innocent after someone asks him where the hell he's taking them?? Using 'clicks' as a measurement of distance? 💙 The fact that he calls himself a 'greedy old fart' as well as a 'cripple'? 😅

HE HAS REDEEMABLE QUALITIES. WHICH IS A NEW ONE FOR ME XD He respects his mother ('Mrs Bickerman wasnt a very good housekeeper' // 'Hey. That's no way to talk about the dead, son'), he is apparently against stealing (When a woman in Vs Anaconda suggests they take a boat he's very serious in telling her that doesn't belong to us), yes he was very creepy with that one girl in Final Chapter but he did not go to touch her at all which I think is pretty good compared to some other Englund characters 😅 as well as other F/O's of mine (Past or present), he was semi-nice to Max, etc.

His reaction to getting a gun pulled on him will never not be my favourite XD Like 'oh for gods sake, this again?'. And- you can see- he is almost laughing!

Also- I BET he could build a campfire. And that?? I don't know why but??? That is TOP TIER for me. I just-... oooffffffffffffffffffffff. Just 👌 Haha XD Where did my underwear go??-

Otis B Driftwood: I dunno, he's just... very comforting to me??? Ahhhhhhh.

I think its been very well established by now I love characters that don't hold back. They're brutally honest- usually in a mean, cruel way. Cruella De Vil is one, Slenderman is another, and Otis is one too. Maybe I just like that I always have that option?; not the killing or being mean obviously, but that just being grumpy instead of forcing a smile on is there as choice if I need it. I used to go into a 'Slenderman persona' when I had an oral presentation in school?? 😂😂😂 Which just means I was able to be still. I wasn't worried about what anyone else thought cuz who cares what they think, 'I hate them all anyway' (Which was of course not true, it was just apart of the 'persona' 😅). Otis is a riff off of that time in my life, I think XD 😅 When I'm having a bad day nowadays and I'm still forced to be out and about I might start thinking a bit snarky like him 😅😅😅 I know, I have some off defense mechanisms.

ANYWAY- he's absolutely rot incarnate and that is why you watch the movies XD He's a like a train wreck. You cant look away.

HIS SPEECHES!! Oh my lord. I love that that's how we were introduced to him- with him ranting to some kidnapped teenagers about a 'conformist world' and 'this culture of mechanical reproductions'. Ohhhhh boy XD

Somehow?? He seems to get... healthier?? With age??? What is this Benjamin Button nonsense?? XDD He has definitely made a deal with the devil.

He looks so cuddly in his overalls in the 3rd movie 😂😂😂 And he has no right!-

Just the fact that when one guy, Virgil, was worried if he went and broke Otis' sister out of prison as per Otis demand then she would kill him (Virgil), Otis was like *sigh* 'okay, I'll write you a note.'. Like a parent saying his kid doesn't have to do P.E today??? XDD

Professor Callahan (SPECIFICALLY THEMICHAEL RUPERT MUSICAL VERSION.):

He. SINGS. Whoever said musical theatre kids aren't hot have clearly not seen what they can turn into. Goddamn.

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His voice in general ahhhhhhhhh. I wanted him to degrade me at first, admittedly XDD But now I want praise. And degradation actually. BOTH! And its not the actors real voice, either, I saw a video on Tik Tok of Rupert and he was talking completely different- then at the end abruptly PUT ON HIS CALLAHAN VOICE FOR A LAST LINE and ohhh BOY I was finished. XD

Oh my goodness, he yanked my dormant teacher/professor kink back to life by its ankles!-

That was my first kink and honestly I'm pleased to see it back 😂😂

The fact that they made the character so much worse in the musical??? Like in the movie (Victor Garber ver.) he's kind of likeable at the start, making a joke or two to release the tension in his classroom- but THIS version is like crush grandma so we can get laid IMMEDIATELY!! G o d. I love villains. And he is a classic case of no-holds-barred, black and white, Disney Villain-esque, walks-off-chuckling bastardry and I love it.

'Or is that unfair?- OH WAIT, I don't care'.

Ahhh!, his face after he sniffs Elle's resume!! Its so cute I love it XD

This outfit:

#thank you so much for this free gush ticket!! XD #i'm sick and this gave me something else to focus on!#<3<3<3<3<3

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singwhenyoucantspeak · 1 year ago

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Twenty questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag @blackdalek! I feel like i maybe have not written enough for these answers to be that interesting but i'm going to do it anyway because fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Three. Although there are two other fics on fanfic.net that I never moved over to AO3. Full disclosure, I don't go by this url on AO3 or ffn because when I started writing fic i was still closeted even to this tumblr blog, which seems insane in retrospect LOL (also I have a lot of IRL friends on this blog now who don't need to go reading my fanfic. I guess that is where i draw the line XD so if u are an IRL maybe ignore the rest of this post. or don't - read on at your own risk lmao)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

47,860 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

OUAT - Swan Queen (although I have not written for them in about 9 years soooo. I should really fix that. but let's be real, I do not write very often in general)

Supergirl - General Danvers

Grey's Anatomy - Meddison

there are other fandoms that I definitely started writing things for and then abandoned before I even posted anything. Oh I did write Rizzoli & Isles fic a lot like 10 years ago but never posted any of it except for a crossover fic that still lives (and will die) on ffn. In retrospect that fic was v problematic due to copganda.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

lol I only have 3 fics on AO3 so guess they are my top 3.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! Although I have not been lately because lately they're all like "I love this fic hope you come back to it" and um I can't really say if I will come back to it or not! I would like to, buuuut it's far more likely that when I start writing again it'll be something new. Who knows though! I am definitely at a better position in life to start writing again now than I have been for the last 2 years.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

well... I think i've only completed two fics ever LOL the first was a pretty fluffy one shot (i think... idk it was ffn era so who remembers). Rooftop Negotiations is pretty angsty in general but it does have a hopeful ending (and I prevented Astra from dying so how angsty could that really be XD)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think all of my fics are intended to have happy endings, but they're for the most part unfinished so I couldn't say which would be the happiest ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hmmmm I cannot remember if I ever have. It depends what you consider hate. I did get a very weird comment on one of my fics by someone who was really aggressively angry that I had abandoned it. So that was weird. I also got some criticism on that crossover fic I previously mentioned and yeah in retrospect that criticism was well founded.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

heh heh not usually but I can think of one scene that I wrote. If I ever continue my multichapter meddison fic I will have to decide if I want to write smut or not. I did rate it M so...

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Oh the crossover. Look, when I first started writing fic it was just me and my tumblr friend emailing a google doc back and forth, alternating each chapter, writing only for ourselves with no direction planned and no intention of posting it anywhere. And yes, we loved a crossover. Mostly it was Rizzoli & Isles and OUAT crossovers but my co-writer loved to introduce new crossovers without warning so those fics got out of control very quickly. But the first fic I ever posted was a crossover (again Rizzoli & Isles and OUAT). Can anything really be considered a crazy crossover though when OUAT is involved? the show itself is a crazy crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as i know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that i know of (although I did start writing a fic in another language once. I never posted it though)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

uh the unofficial never posted fics mentioned above LOL

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

probably still Swan Queen tbh. I will never be over them. I feel like I have devoted my whole adult life to them.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Can I go where you go?

I sooo want to finish it. Writing that fic was the most disciplined I have ever been with fic writing and the only reason I stopped was because I moved across the country, started a new job, and got into a new relationship all at the same time and life was chaos for 2 years.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I *think* I am good at dialogue. I can usually hear a conversation between characters in my head and when I write dialogue I'm really just like transcribing what they're saying.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

description kills me. I cannot keep track of character's movements through space, I generally don't care about what their surroundings look like so I forget that the audience might want to know. My ideal fic would just be written like a play where I only have to provide the spoken lines and no other information or direction.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't think I've tried other than the time that I tried writing the entire fanfic in another language. I have read many a SQ fic that sprinkles Spanish dialogue in for Regina and tbh it is so hit or miss as to how well it works that I dunno if I ever would try it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

OUAT/Rizzoli & Isles (was a crossover lmao)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

at this point, Rooftop Negotiations because i actually finished it and succeeded at staying within the scope of what I set out to achieve. and for what that was, I think I implemented it all quite well.

#about me #tag game #fic writers meme

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taegularities · 2 years ago

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You wanna know what cmi does to me? It fills my belly WITH 10000000000 butterflies and I read and reread it until I've literally engraved it to my memory. Literally almost every other sentence and I'm coming back to reread it. Not to mention certain scenes overwhelmed me so much ( in a good fluffy way) I legit stop reading start passing around and then continue reading becoz well I need to process lmao. Wow I'm literally head over heels for these two. I'm just wow- and the fact that you thought we mi8ve gotten bored of it? How could u I mean do u not see us practically worshipping this beautiful masterpiece? BaBE HOW COULD YOU😭😭

I'm hurt now 🙁 and I only seek a new chap,as an apology,soon that is😚

Heh I hope you have an amazing weekend pretty rid I lub youz always. Don't forget to tc of yourself, don't forget to shield yourself from the cold (especially after jin specifically told us 😭) again I lub youz my pretty rid, always 💜💜😚

it had been so long, i legit feared i wouldn't deliver 😭 thought you might think the chapter is too all over the place LOL very glad that i could still impress you, though! so happy you love those two and the overall story so much, bc ngl.. writing a series is truly hard at times. so honestly, thank you !! for reading, for rereading, for sending me a message, for supporting me, and for reassuring me 🥺

i hope you have a beautiful weekend, too, all the love back to you !! 💕 and argggh thank you so much, trying my bestest to take care of myself, and i hope you do as well !!! 🥺 (also yes omg, it really is so cold, pls be careful D:)

another chapter as an apology, you say? on it 🤓

(tho it might definitely need some time – i'll probably post a drabble first! hope that's okay and you guys can be patient with me <3333)

#fret not!#drunk outlinig the rest of cmi6 as we speak !!!!#notes for rid 🌹#anon #fic: colour me in

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 1 year ago

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✨ 💫 💝 💥 💌

What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Honestly? Leaning towards I’m Nothing But A Kid Who Couldn’t Understand.

I feel like that one didn’t get a whole lot of attention, which is a shame, because I worked freaking hard on it. I see it as one of the best fics I’ve posted, actually!

what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Oooh! I was hoping someone would ask this :D

Hmm… I’d say the ones that talk about the characters as opposed to my actual writing.

Don’t get me wrong, I love any and all comments and will cherish them… but the ones that talk about the characters are just more fun for me! For example, stuff like “it’s so like him to do this thing” or “it was so cute when he did that!”. Stuff like that!

I guess I like them because it kinda feels like, when I write, the characters are in charge; I’m just the one tasked with documenting them. And when comments talk about the characters, and what the characters do/say… I don’t know, it’s just more fun :)

what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Good question :0

Probably If You Want Love! I wasn’t expecting people to… like it that much?? Just on the first chapter, I got a whole bunch of very excited comments! That doesn’t really ever happen when I post fics 😅

AND WOLFYTHEWITCH ALSO LIKED IT! ON TUMBLR! WASN’T EXPECTING THAT TO HAPPEN!

find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

Aww :D

Little Songs 🥺

DUDE AND THE SECOND LEAST KUDOS’D FIC IS MY OTHER GHOSTBUR ONE!!! WHY DON’T PEOPLE LIKE GHOSTBUR NOOOOOO

It’s weirdddd!! Whenever I post a Ghostbur fic, the views/comments go way down :0 He’s just not a very popular character :’(

Eh, won’t stop me from writing about him >:)

ANYWAY, back to the question!

I think Little Songs is a very quiet, very simple, very fluffy fic :) No big plot lines, no big moments; just a ghost and his sheep spending time in nature!

I honestly wish there were more fics like that; just moments in time, instead of Big Stories.

I also wrote Little Songs while in a camper driving down a highway with extended family! The sun was setting and casting everything in deep gold!! It was so pretty!!!

share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

EYYYYYYYY

OH!!! WILBUR!!! GHOSTBUR!!! MODERN AU!!! YESSSSSS!!!

It’s like… I call it the “not-hallmark au” but it’s really not a hallmark at all alsgaksgajsg it’s just set in wintertime in a big city and Wilbur has an office job or something and he’s content-ish but perpetually stressed and then Ghostbur shows up and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY’RE BROTHERS HEH and little by little Ghostbur and Wilbur start to ✨bond✨ and Ghostbur makes Wilbur’s life a bit more fun and Wilbur starts to get a bit more happy and AW SHOOT THIS REALLY IS A HALLMARK AU ISN’T IT

#to be fair I came up with the idea while watching a Christmas movie #but!!! Techno is in it!!!#I never write himmmn :’0 #it’s been fun so far #very disconnected and it barely has a plot and I probably made Ghostbur way too traumatized #but it’s FUNNY!!! THE FIC IS FUNNY!!! HUMORRRR #ask #ask game answers

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madanimalscientist · 8 months ago

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Chapter 3:

How Should I React? These Things Happen to Other People

In which Charlie finds out meeting your Soulmate is nothing like it is in the movies.

(crossposted to ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54737719/chapters/138966835 )

Charlie was both ecstatic and mortified. Ecstatic that she’d found her Soulmate, absolutely mortified that the first thing she had said after their connection had been something so cheesy. She’d dreamed for ages about what it would be like when she found her Soulmate, and had always assumed that she’d be so moved by emotion she’d know the perfect thing to say, like it was in the movies she loved. Instead, she got “ohhhhhhh my gosh!” How impossibly cheesy was that? She wanted to groan and shove her face in her hands in embarrassment except that would mean dropping the gauze she was holding. The gauze she had been using to apply first aid to the other woman. Right, triage first, romantic declarations second. If it was even romantic, she couldn’t assume, it could entirely be platonic….no, Charlie, focus!

“Um, sorry about that,” she blushed, her hands moving to bandage the woman’s eye. Her skin felt so warm against Charlie’s fingers, and her hair was soft and fluffy, perfect to run her fingers through…..She kept reminding herself to focus, remembering what she’d learned shadowing Auntie Belphegor back at the hospital. “All sorted! The gauze has antiseptic in it but this wound looks pretty fresh, you’ll need to keep an eye on it…ah shit, sorry! That was probably really rude of me to say, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay,” the other woman said, smiling hesitantly. “I appreciate the help.”

“Oh well that’s me, always happy to help!” Charlie blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear awkwardly as she tried to stop staring dumbstruck at the woman’s face. As she did, she saw that the woman’s soulmark was now in vivid color, golden staves of music dotted with notes in the shape of little red apples, spreading out from the hollow of her throat all the way across her chest and shoulder to her upper arm, where it ended in a garland of laurel leaves.

“Oh you’re gorgeous,” she blurted. “I mean, your Soulmark is gorgeous…I mean…you look really nice despite the whole….everything?” The woman blinked at her and Charlie mentally scrambled, trying to find some way to make this less of a disaster. “Um….let me show you mine!” Charlie fumbled at her jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it aside. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned her shirt, suddenly very grateful she was wearing a tank top underneath.

“Wait, what are you -?” The other woman asked, jaw dropping slightly in surprise.

Charlie panicked, trying to unbutton faster. “Sorry! I promise I’m not being weird about this, it’s just mine is on my shoulder too, see?” She finally got her shirt off, a few buttons popping off in the process as she shrugged one shoulder out of the white blouse to reveal her own Soulmark. In its matte black state, it had been hard to figure out what it might become once activated - some sort of staff surrounded by flowers, but it could have been anything, a scepter, a sword, a microphone…Now she could see it in its full glory - a spear, garlanded with olive branches and flowers: white calla lilies, red gladiolus, and purple saffron crocuses all wrapping around the spear’s shaft like it was some sort of stabby bouquet. It was beautiful, and she couldn’t wait to find out what all the markings meant about her Soulmate and who she was.

“See?” Charlie smiled, trying to will her heart and brain to stop racing. This was all so exciting! Her Soulmate! But she didn’t want to scare her off with too much enthusiasm, either. ‘Don’t come on too strong,’ her mother had always told her. ‘You scare people away…or annoy them.’ She tried to quiet her tone, still excited but not as overwhelming. “This is you….on me.”

The woman’s eye went even wider this time as she gasped. “Uh…yeah. I guess…I guess it is, heh.” She winced visibly, her breath catching.

“Shit, sorry, you’re still hurt…” Charlie put her shirt back on, leaving it open for now. She moved to wrap her jacket around the Sinner and as she did, noticed that her back was covered in wounds as well, cauterized the same way as her eye had been. Who had done this to her? “It’s okay, I have more bandages, I can get that sorted too….”

“It’s fine!” she yelped. Charlie drew back, hoping she hadn’t overstepped. “It’s fine for now, I promise,” the other woman said hurriedly, letting the jacket drape over her shoulders. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me. I’m not worth it.”

“Nonsense, of course you are.” Charlie smiled reassuringly. “Everyone deserves a helping hand when they need it. We’ve got to take care of each other where we can, otherwise what’s the point?”

She blinked at Charlie again, surprise and disorientation washing across her face. Charlie’s expression softened and she got to her knees, offering her hand to help the Sinner get to her feet. The other woman accepted the assistance, stumbling a bit as she tried to take a step. Charlie swooped in, putting her arm under the other woman’s shoulders so she could lean on Charlie for support. As she did, she saw a familiar-looking spear lying on the ground underneath the wreckage of a dumpster. It matched the one on her Soulmark, maybe it belonged to the woman?

She bent over briefly, grabbing it as she stood up, trying not to jostle the other woman. “Is this yours? Only, it matches the mark….”

Quicker than Charlie had seen her move before, the woman grabbed it out of her hand, holding it close. “Yes!” She held it in the hand that wasn’t braced against Charlie, using its height to brace her, almost like a walking stick. A very pointy walking stick. “Sorry, yes…it’s mine. Thank you.”

“No problem….glad I saw it!” Okay so mystery Soulmate woman had a big fancy spear….that might explain how she’d been able to get away despite being so injured. Charlie decided to change the subject in hopes of making things less awkward. “Sooo, what’s your name?”

There was a pause, longer than Charlie would have expected for such a simple question, before she answered. “Vaggie. You…you can call me Vaggie.”

“That’s a really pretty name!” Ok things were still awkward, but getting less so. Yes, she could be nice and charming and this would all work out great. And they could get to know each other and go on dates at the park and make cupcakes together…..she willed herself back to focusing on the situation at hand.

“Thanks…I guess?” Vaggie responded quietly, sounding exhausted. Charlie could empathize, she must have been through so much today even before the whole Soulmate thing, it would take a lot out of anyone.

Sounds of fighting in the distance reminded her that the territory wars had started to amp up and being outside wasn’t the smartest idea anymore. Time to be practical about things. “Let’s get you home and inside where it’s safe, I don’t think it will be too bad this close to Cannibal Town but you never know. Where do you live? Do you have friends or family you need to call? You can use my phone if you want!”

Vaggie stiffened against her side, stopping dead in her tracks. “I….don’t have any of those.” Another pause, another deep breath, another wince. “I’m pretty new here.”

Now it was Charlie’s turn to stop dead in her tracks. “New as in how new?”

“......First day, I think?” Vaggie looked at the ground in embarrassment.

Oh no. Oh no no no, this would not do at all. No wonder she was so shell-shocked and hesitant, this was even more of a disaster than Charlie had realized.

“What a nightmare!” Charlie exclaimed. “I am so so sorry, to arrive on Extermination Day, it’s a miracle you even survived, but then to be wounded and left like that….you must feel so confused and hurt and disoriented!”

Newly arrived Sinners were easy prey for all the worst Hell had to offer, and it looked like Vaggie had already run afoul of some of them. No wonder she had been so surprised when Charlie said she was worth helping. Well Charlie was going to make sure nothing bad happened to her Soulmate, not if she could help it.

Charlie paused as a horrible idea flashed into her brain. Wait, did she….there’s no way she didn’t…. but if she was new, how much did she already know? Oh this could get messy in a hurry. She looked at Vaggie concernedly. “....you do know you’re in Hell, right?”

A short, sharp laugh. “Figured that out pretty quick, yeah.”

“Oh whew! I haven’t ever had to have the “so you’ve died and gone to Hell” talk to a new arrival but I’ve heard some people really don’t take it well…” Her Dad had told her some stories, back from when Hell was new. They were funny, in a ‘oh this is a clusterfuck’ way. She was glad she was spared this conversation at least.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Well, we’d better get you somewhere safe before the territorial squabbles really kick off,” she explained. “After Extermination Day everyone tries to see if they can take advantage of the chaos to take out their rivals or make new deals. It isn’t safe to be on the streets for the next few days, especially if you’re new.” She and Vaggie set off walking out of the crater and towards the side street at the end of the alley.

“If you want, you could come stay with me?” She asked cautiously, not wanting to overwhelm. “I’ve got a guest room you can stay in.” She had several dozen of them, to be entirely accurate, but so far she was just using one wing of the mansion while she figured out what she was going to do with it, besides rattling around in it like a pinball in a machine with just Razzle and Dazzle for company. Having someone around would be amazing. “I’m not the best cook but I can do the basics, and for anything else there’s plenty of takeout places that deliver. Stay as long as you want! Til you get on your feet, til you find a place to stay…” ‘ Forever… ’ Charlie mentally finished but did not say outright.

“If it’s going to cause trouble…” Vaggie replied hesitantly. “Look I know you’re probably being nice because we’re….whatever this whole thing is, but I don’t want to cause any hassle.”

“No hassle at all!” Charlie chirped cheerily. “Honest to anything. Even if we weren’t Soulmates I’d want to help. That’s why I was out looking to help survivors after Extermination Day - helping people is my job. Literally.” Okay literally as defined by her, but she was Princess of Hell, she could write her own job description if she wanted. Not that the denizens of Hell particularly always wanted her help, but that didn’t stop her, no siree! But of course being new she probably didn’t know about that…or how Hell was run in the first place. “I guess maybe I should have led with that? Princess Charlie Morningstar, heir to the throne of Hell, at your service!”

“As in…daughter of Lucifer? The Devil is your….?”“Uh-huh!” She nodded. Not that her Dad had been returning her calls lately…..or her mother for that matter…but awkward family dynamics could be a later conversation. Much later. She smiled at Vaggie, trying to be encouraging and upbeat.

“I uh….wow,” said Vaggie, looking even more shocked than before. The color drained from her face and Charlie barely caught her in time as the shorter woman fainted. Charlie cradled the woman in her arms, making sure to grab the spear as she did, and began the slow trudge back home. This was nothing like how Soulmates were in the movies.

In Your Heart, I See the Start of Every Night and Every Day (Chapters 1 &2)

Charlie x Vaggie - Soulmate/Soulmark AU:

Angels don't have soulmates - they know exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture.

In which Vaggie Falls, in more than one sense of the word, and Charlie is there to catch her.

Chapter 1 is kind of short so combining chapters 1 and 2 into a single post. Much thanks to the folks at the VoxVal HQ Discord and to @coppercrow for listening to me brainstorm/encouraging me. Crossposted to Ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54737719

Chapter 1: Let Us Walk on Stained Glass

“Sinful filth like you has no place in Heaven…” Lute’s words echoed in her ears as she scrambled down the alley, staggering, unbalanced and in massive pain, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, to hide until this was all over. At least she wasn’t bleeding - the wounds from Lute’s sword had cauterized immediately, leaving the alley and her armor splattered with golden blood. Her underlayer was clean, and she’d stripped out of her armor, shoving it behind the bags of trash that littered the alley. If she could just hide herself somewhere, maybe she could blend in enough to escape notice until she figured out what the Hell (literally) was going on.

Using her spear as a crutch, Vaggie leaned against a dumpster, briefly catching her breath, as her arm writhed with a strange sensation. It wasn’t the sharp pain of her eye or back, but a creeping, tingling feeling under her skin. She looked down, eye widening in horror as she saw the black markings coiling along her upper arm, spreading out across her shoulder.

“No, no no no, no no no, not this….” she whimpered. She knew what this was - a soulmark. In humans they were a good thing, a gift after the Fall to remind them of their divine purpose and bring them closer to the Great Plan. Humans needed reminders of how they had deviated from the Path of Righteousness and soulmarks were meant to guide you back to those who would help you attain it, but ultimately they were a symbol of humanity’s distance from the Divine Plan. For angels who had been created out of the stuff of Heaven itself, soulmarks were unnecessary - they knew exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture.

She dragged herself further along the alley, slumping against a dumpster as she felt the tingling spread up her collarbone to her throat. The marks barely hurt, especially in comparison to her other wounds, but to Vaggie they might as well have been a searing brand. She was well and truly Fallen now, wasn’t she? When Lucifer and his host Fell, they were marked with symbols of the rings of Hell they were bound to for all eternity, a permanent symbol of their deviation from what had been Divinely Ordained. She didn’t want this! She hadn’t wanted to disobey, all she had done was hesitate. To question, to stop and think, to show mercy. Was that really such a bad enough sin to leave her marked and marred? To cast her from Heaven forever?

She collapsed against the dumpster, her spear skittering underneath it as she fell over, the shock and injury catching up with her. She knew she was a sitting duck like this, but she couldn’t keep going, she was too exhausted. And if she was Fallen now….well, whatever happened, she was going to get what she deserved.

Chapter 2: And What was Just a World is a Star

Charlie picked her way through the wreckage and debris of Pentagram City. The city’s elite had weathered the Extermination in their reinforced bunkers, but most weren’t so lucky. The property damage and carnage caused by the Exterminators had left many Sinners injured or worse, and just because Extermination Day was over didn’t mean danger had passed, far from it, unfortunately. The first few hours were usually quiet enough as people assessed what all had been damaged and lost, but soon enough the turf wars and territory squabbles would start up again. If she wanted to have the best chance of helping survivors without getting caught in the crossfire, this was it.

Already people were barricading their own areas, and she conjured some extra hammers and sandbags for a group of demons who were trying to reinforce a damaged storefront. Everywhere there were bloodstains and bodies, wreckage and ruin. She helped where she could, where it was welcome - lifting heavy objects here, conjured water and first aid supplies there. About half of those she encountered told her to fuck off and leave them alone, but that wasn’t unexpected, though it was, as always, disheartening.

Further towards the city center, she found that her favorite bookshop was still standing, but had lost half of its staff when a group of Exterminators had gotten inside. She expressed her condolences to the proprietor, who readily accepted her help in repairing the damage, but even as she used her magic to help mop away the bloodstains, it felt like so little in comparison to what she wanted to do. What was the use of being Princess of Hell if she couldn’t protect her people?

In the past she’d argued that they should do something to stop the Exterminations, that they should be fighting back. She couldn’t understand how he didn’t see his own people as worth fighting for. She spent weeks researching and diagramming and had drawn up a full-on battle plan as to how all the forces of Hell could be combined across the rings to protect the Sinners from the annual purge, only to have her parents firmly explain that this simply wasn’t possible. Getting the Extermination limited to just the Sinners had been difficult enough to negotiate, and any overt move against Heaven could see them plunged into all-out war.

“The Hellborn are protected from Extermination because of the treaty we signed,” her father had said. “That specifically includes you.There are millions of Sinners, but I have only one daughter! I am not taking the risk that some overzealous nutjob can’t tell the difference between you and an acceptable target and tries it anyway. I can’t lose you! ” The sheer anguish on his face had stopped her in her tracks. They didn’t argue often, but that one had stuck with her.

She’d dropped the subject, but for a while after it had felt like she couldn’t have a moment to herself, always being watched by her tutors or servants, as if they were waiting for her to run off and declare war on Heaven in a fit of rebellion. As if wanting to save her people was a phase she would grow out of rather than a matter of doing what was right. Things had gotten even more tense and awkward for a while, with lots of uncomfortable silences at meals and lots of Charlie screaming into her pillow when she was alone. She understood their fears, or at least their unwillingness to take overt action, but why couldn’t she at least do something ? Over time, the tenseness and distance got worse, and she was left feeling like neither of her parents understood her....like they didn't want to even try.

Eventually, they’d made a Deal: if she really wanted to move out of the Palace and have her own space, she could live in the family’s old mansion on the outskirts of Pentagram City. But she would not be able to leave the mansion on Extermination Day. She’d rankled at it, but he’d held firm. Once Extermination Day was over she could do as she wished, as long as it didn’t violate the treaty with Heaven, and for the other 364 days of the year she was welcome to try any outreach efforts she wanted. Recognizing it as the best deal she was likely to get, she’d agreed, but some part of her was still disappointed she wasn’t able to do more. Instead, she had focused her efforts on really trying to get to know her subjects, now that she was living a lot closer to their main city.

It had…..not gone as well as expected, honestly. A friendly smile and a can-do attitude got you a lot of places but winning over hearts and minds in Hell was not one of them. A lot of Sinners had blown her off from the get go. But she hadn’t let that stop her, and she kept trying. It had only been a few years but she’d made some headway already, there were a few shops and places in town where she’d become a regular visitor, and had even gotten to know some new people. People that weren’t her former classmates from Hell School or the stuffy Goetia courtiers that ran Hell’s bureaucracy, even! And her post-Extermination Day first aid and cleanup missions had been helping, she was sure of it.

Passing by the opening of an alley, she saw a woman slumped against a dumpster. She stopped dead in her tracks. Oh no, this wouldn’t do at all…someone by herself all out in the open like this and injured…the Exterminators may be gone but she would be easy pickings for any scavengers that came by. Especially this close to Cannibal Town... If Charlie could move her to a safer location….yes, that would be good! She could help this nice lady find her way home and then still get back in time before the heavy artillery fire got going.

Close up, she could see that the woman was a grey-skinned Sinner with short fluffy white hair, clad in a white and grey dress over black leggings. Her soulmark, larger than most, appeared to be some sort of musical notation, oh how cute! Of course the more pressing issue was the woman’s eye, which was clearly badly injured. Good thing she had been passing by, the Sinner clearly needed medical attention right away. With an injury like that, no wonder she had passed out, and who knows how long she had been lying there. Yes, she could help patch her up and get her to safety, and there would be one less Sinner in danger. It wasn’t much, what she did could never be enough, but it was something at least. She carefully moved closer, and as she did, the woman’s other eye opened, revealing a red sclera with a pale gold iris.

“Excuse me, miss? Hi, sorry, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?” She asked, leaning in towards the woman, her voice full of concern.

“Mmmmh?” The woman looked up at her blearlily, still slumped boneless against the dumpster.

Right! Always best to ask before rendering medical attention but needs must. “Hi, I’m Charlie, I’m here to help you, okay? You’ve been badly injured. Just sit right there, and I’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy!” She knelt in front of the woman, pulling out some gauze from her pocket. “Let’s get your eye seen to…”

She moved to start bandaging the woman’s face, feeling a prickle of static electricity in the air as she got closer. She briefly wondered if a storm was coming in, resolving to get them both under cover as soon as possible just in case, and reached towards her face.

Time seemed to slow as she touched the other woman’s skin, the slightest touch of fingers against cheek sending an electric shock between the both of them. It was like touching a live wire. No, it was like being the wire. No, it was like being the storm itself, electric and euphoric all at once. It was so intense it felt like it should have hurt, but it didn’t hurt at all! It felt amazing, like she was touching Creation itself, like whatever this was, it was Exactly Right.

She came back to herself, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. Her fingers were still gently touching the other woman’s cheek, but they were sitting in a small crater, the alleyway around them having been reduced to rubble from what had just happened.

She felt herself blushing as they both stared at each other in wide-eyed shock.

“Ooooooh my gosh!”

~~~~

More to come, probably after Easter - anticipating about 6 chapters all told probably? Will feature Lucifer in flashbacks in future chapters, and some Ozzie/Fizz in later chapters as well.

#my fanfic #chaggie #soulmate AU #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel #awkward sapphics #meet cute but it's awkward AF #charlie x vaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie

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jake-g-lockley · 2 years ago

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The Light of My Knight | Moon Knight x Desi!Reader | Chapter 10: Turmeric Face Masks

Masterlist

Warnings: A bit too much fluff, a lot of ‘ILY’, non-sexual nudity, aftercare, bathing together, some suggestive elements, swearing. Word Count: 2.5 k words

Taglist: @wordacadabra @paymeinkash @ahookedheroespureheart @sodonuthideout @local-mr-frog @swiggy-needs-mental-help @pakhiya @mintpurplemnm @soumya-13 @violet-19999 @hot-mess-express1

Chapter 9 | Chapter 11

A/N: This was supposed to be an angsty chapter, idk what happened AHHAHA

What are some ways that people can confess their love for someone? Maybe over dinner with some nice wine and food, maybe with some flowers and chocolate, maybe even with a tiny puppy.

You never knew how you were going to do it. It was clear you loved them, you loved them so much that your heart ached when you were away from them. You didn’t expect that your confession of love would literally be fucked senselessly out of you.

“I love you, I love all three of you.”

You were still gasping for air and your grip on the bed sheet below you was so tight that you thought you literally could not unfist your hands. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that you literally thought you were going into cardiac arrest.

You felt Jake’s hand caressing your cheek as you tried to see past the blinding white light that obscure your vision. You feel yourself smile, a dopey lopsided smile that definitely made you look like a crazed individual.

“Y/N? ¿Rosa?” you could hear Jake's voice and his face materialized in your vision.

“You’re so beautiful, my angel. Such a pretty boy.” You whisper through your sore throat, reaching up to touch his face as he stares down at you. He opens his mouth to say something but you press your finger to his lips.

“My prettiest boys. Heh, my boys. A bit weird that I have three but here we are. I’m so obsessed with the three of you. So perfect.” you mutter as Jake silently smiles.

You wrap your arms around Jake’s neck, bringing him down towards you, kissing him softly.

“I love you, Jake.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He whispers, pulling slightly away and pressing his forehead onto your forehead. “Come, let's get you cleaned up.”

He kisses your cheek softly and slowly slides out of your bed, hooking an arm under your legs and another behind you, lifting you up with ease.

Your eyes widen as you feel the mixed bodily fluids gush out of you, making you shift uncomfortably in Jake’s arms. Jake smirks down at you, carrying you to the bathroom. He sets you down on the toilet, turning on the running water to the bathtub. He grabs a small towel, wetting it and starts wiping you clean, making your face heat up.

“Nuh, uh, don't get all shy now, we all know that you're far from innocent.” Jake says when he meets your eyes, making you snort with laughter as you tossed your hair into a bun.

After chucking in a bath bomb into the tub, he picks you up again and lowers you into the water, climbing in behind you. You lean your back onto his chest and let the water soothe your sore legs.

“Hi, baby.” you feel Marc snaking his arms around your torso and kissing your exposed neck, trailing kisses down to your shoulder.

“Hi, chellam.” you say, reaching up to touch his cheek and he kisses your palm, pulling you close.

“I love you too, you know?” he says, unhooking his arms and reaching to the right to grab the bottle of your sandalwood body wash.

“I know, I love you Marc.” You sigh as Marc starts lathering the soap all over your body, slowly kneading your shoulders and neck, making you literally melt against his touch. The both of you sat in happy silence as Marc grabbed a small towel and started rubbing your skin in soft pleasant circles.

When he was done and the bath water started to become cold, he got out and dried himself, wrapping a soft fluffy towel around his waist as you stared up at his physique, leaning against the cold bathtub, smirking.

He raised his eyebrows and mirrored your smirked as he held out his hand for you.

“Can you stand, baby?” He asks softly.

“Mhmm, I got dancer legs.” you say kicking your leg up to show him and his smirk falters.

“Don’t try to tempt me again, little devil.” Marc glares at you and you laugh, taking his hand, letting him pull you up and wrap you in a big towel.

You tucked the towel tightly around you and looked up at Steven, who had fronted, cupping his face with your hand and kissing the tip of his nose as his eye fluttered close.

“I love you, Steven.” you affirmed one last time, caressing his cheek.

“I will never get bored of you saying that, I love you too, Y/N.” he sighs and opens his eyes.

You dropped the damp towel into a basket and padded to the wardrobe to pull on some panties and a sweater, while Steven pulled his boxers on and slipped back into bed. You curled up beside him, and laid your head on his chest, slowly feeling sleep outweigh the urge to stay awake with your boyfriend forever.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“That's what I’m trying to say, even though it gets everywhere, the oil really helps with strengthening hair.”

You and Steven are now at a bookstore to get a few books. The huge bookstore made you feel slightly overwhelmed so you clung to Steven’s hand while excitedly looking through shelves to find the books that were recommended by a blogger that you followed. You had picked up a book about ayurvedic treatments and Steven was intently listening to you talk about the stuff that your Acchi made you do.

The light from the high windows of the bookstore was lightly brushing the high points of Steven’s face and you found yourself staring and smiling up at him. His eyebrows arched upwards and he gave you a dopey grin, rounding his doe eyes.

You brought your hand up and lightly pushed the curls that flopped on his forehead. Your mouth drops back to a frown as you swipe under his eyes, where dark circles bloomed due to the boys’ collective lack of sleep.

“Donna and Khonshu are overworking the three of you.” you sigh, patting his cheek. “I still can’t pinpoint who’s worse.”

“Well, what can I say darling, mans gotta eat, innit?” he simply says, holding your hand to his cheek, turning to kiss your palm. “But, eh, Donna’s definitely much worse.”

For the past few days, the boys and you have been working overtime and even then, Steven had insisted on taking you out on a date today.

“How does the bird even pay you guys?” You say narrowing your eyes.

“Love, he is a god. Money is superficial to him. Besides, we are really used to this, I’ve had worse weeks.” and to your horror, Steven laughs and shrugs it off like it was any other thing.

For a bunch of dudes who always worried about you, they certainly did not make any time for themselves and it was finally showing on their faces. Steven looked positively exhausted and seriously needed some TLC, no matter how casual and beautiful his smile was.

“Nope, I’m not having this. Let's go home. It's my turn to take care of my boys.” You say, dragging a protesting Steven out of the bookstore.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Take your shirt off and sit down on the bed.” you instructed Steven, who raised his eyebrows suspiciously at you but started to strip. Marc and Jake had given up and retracted into the headspace to get some rest, giving Steven full control.

He watched as you grabbed some yogurt and turmeric, mixing them in a little bowl with a small makeup spatula. You placed the bowl with the mask on a tray along with coconut oil, cucumbers and a cloth in a bowl of water.

“You made me a salad, love?” Steven says, confused as you swatted playfully at his chest.

“This is what my Acchi used to call ‘The Ultimate Indian Spa.’ She used to do this to me after a long week of teaching me dance.” you say, setting the tray down beside him, crawling up onto the bed behind Steven.

“Lie down.” you say, patting your thighs. Steven obliged and settled his head onto your thighs, staring up at you with a small smile on his face. You immediately got to work, pinning Steven’s curls back with your bobby pins and then scooping a little bit of the mask with your fingers, delicately smearing the paste onto his face and neck.

“Tell me a story of one of your adventures, raja.” you ask softly as you place the cucumber slices onto his closed eyelids after wiping your fingers.

“Well, umm, alright, let me tell you about the time Marc and I met Taweret.” Steven says as you dip your fingers into the coconut oil, smoothly gliding it onto the skin of his bicep and start massaging the tense muscles.

You listen in pure shock for a good fifteen minutes as Steven describes how they died and went to the afterlife, meeting the goddess of women and children and how they got out of there after Marc unfroze Steven from the Duat.

“Hold on a second, let me backtrack a little bit. You guys were dead?” You ask, not concealing your surprise as you move to the other bicep.

“Mhmm.” Steven says, grinning.

“That's weirdly impressive, but also very traumatic. Where was Jake in all of this?” you say, shaking your head and bending over Steven to grab the little wet towel to wipe the mask off his face.

“Uh, we kinda left him in a sarcophagus. Well to be fair though, we didn’t know he was the one in there.” Steven said and you laugh, still thoroughly confused.

Removing the cucumber slices, you wipe the mask with slow swipes off his face and neck until it was clear and the towel was stained yellow. Steven kept his eyes closed and he looked so blissful in your lap.

You lightly kissed his eyelids and they fluttered open, revealing his deep brown eyes that you would never get bored of, making you smile. Steven grabbed your hand and guided it onto his chest, where two scars sat directly in the middle of his sternum.

“That's where Harrow shot us.” He whispered as you traced the lightened scars, biting your bottom lip and wondering what would have been the case if Marc had chosen to stay in the Field of Reeds. You say a silent prayer to Taweret and Osiris, thanking them, pressing a soft kiss onto the scars.

“I’m so glad that you guys are alive.” You whisper and smile at Steven, pulling him to a sitting position.

“Can I oil your hair?” Steven nods and you grab the little oil vessel and pour a little oil onto the top of his head, quickly rubbing it in with the palm of your free hand. Setting the vessel aside, you rub your palms together and start massaging the oil into his scalp.

Steven sighs and his shoulders droop. You deepen the pressure and run your fingers through his curls, making sure that the oil is spread evenly, moving your fingers to his temples and rubbing them in slow circles.

“Shit, darling, what sorcery is this?” Steven groans and you giggle, moving your hand to the nape of his neck.

You move your hands up and down the back of his neck, pressing slowly at the tense areas. You must have hit a particularly sensitive area because Steven tips his head and lets out a moan that tugged at your guts, making your eyes widen.

“Oops, sorry.” Steven bashfully says, “Your hands are magic, I swear, love.”

You smirked and repeated the same process a few more times, until you were sure that Steven had turned into a ball of goo under your fingertips.

“Now I think you’re just doing it on purpose.” He groans at the end of it.

“Okay, I’m done. I need you to go and shower, kanna.” You say, pushing Steven off the bed slowly. “I’ll get some dinner ready for you.”

By the time Steven came out of the shower, you had made two thosai with the batter you had from the morning and served it up with some coconut chutney.

“Hola, rosa.” Jake whispered into your ear, hugging you from behind

“Oh, hi baby, what happened to Steven?” you ask as you grab his hand, leading him back to the bed, one hand balancing the plate.

“He was really sleepy after the way you assaulted our muscles. So, I’m here. Unless you don’t want me here then-”

“Don’t be fucking stupid Lockley, sit your ass down, of course I want you here.” You sternly say. “And I didn’t assault your muscles.”

“Whatever you say, mami.” Jake raises his hands in surrender and sits cross legged on the bed, holding his hands out for the plate.

“Nope, I’m supposed to be taking care of you.” You say as you sit in front of him.

You tear the thosai with one hand, dipping it in the coconut chutney and holding the morsel in front of his mouth between your index finger and thumb.

“I can feed myself.” Jake frowns.

“I know you can, that's why I’m feeding you, because I can too.” you wiggle your eyebrows and tap his lips with your pinky.

Jake scowls but parts his lips and you push the thosai piece into his mouth, satisfied with the outcome. Jake stays silent and fidgets with the drawstring of his sweatpants as you feed him the thosai. You grin at the sight before you. Big, scary Jake Lockley is acting shy and you were absolutely head-over-heels in love with him.

You use your thumb to wipe his lips and kiss his nose before walking to the kitchen. Dimming the lights, you grab a book and climb back into bed, fluffing your pillow and pulling Jake towards you.

You sit back on the pillows and Jake curled up beside you, gently laying his head on your chest. You slid your arm around him and started stroking his hair in a rhythm pattern.

“Thoongadaa.” You whisper and Jake didn’t need to know what you meant to say as his eyes closed and his head became heavier on your chest. Within minutes, Jake’s breathing regulated and you knew he was asleep.

You stare down at the man on your chest. He was so different when his face was relaxed. All the worry lines on his face almost looked like they were disappearing, filled with a form of relaxation that you were happy to provide.

His long lashes rested on his face and you took note of the light dusting of color that was on the high points of his nose and cheeks. You trace the little scar on the bridge of his nose and his prominent brow bones with a feathery touch as you smile at the sight before you.

The book that you took with you laid discard on your bedside table as you instead found solace in watching the love of your life sleep.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translations:

Rosa: Rose

Chellam: Sweetheart

Ayurvedic: Relating to Ayurveda, the traditional Hindu system of medicine

Acchi: Great-Grandmother

Raja: King

Kanna: Beloved

Thosai: South Indian savoury, thin pancake made from a batter of various fermented pulses and rice flour, which is then cooked on a flat griddle

Coconut Chutney: Coconut chutney is a south Indian chutney, a side-dish or a condiment, common in the Indian subcontinent

Mami: Mama

Thoongadaa: Sleep, da.

Chapter 9 | Chapter 11

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lloydskywalkers · 4 years ago

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Hey i love your fics, even though they make me cry heh and i wanted to ask do you have a masterlist or would you ever make one for your fics on tumblr? if not thats totally cool, i was just wondering, have a great day!

ahhHH thank you so much!! <3 all my fics on tumblr are under the “my fic” tag, but I’ve been meaning to make a masterlist for ages so I guess this is the day, thank u for finally giving me the push to do this :’D

FIC MASTERLIST

Mult-Chapter Fics (FFN and AO3 now!)

Raising Hell + AO3

(my baby I’ll be writing for the rest of my life, essentially a massive fic covering Kai, Nya and Lloyd’s relationship throughout the seasons)

All I’m Asking For

(team-centric holidays-fic au following the aftermath of an Oni battle)

Down Comes the Night

(s9 au where Lloyd, Morro and Harumi have to work together that maN I need to update)

Those Left Behind

(post-s8 fic following Lloyd and Nya coping with the guys’ “deaths”, written before s9 premiered)

One Shots (tumblr)

(below the cut because there are. a lot.)

Skywalker Syndrome pt. I

Skywalker Syndrome pt. II

Skywalker Syndrome pt. III

(Lloyd loses an arm and a whole lot of aftermath, circa s8/9)

moats and boats and waterfalls

Post-Crystalized, the ninja rebuild their home with various levels of success.

salt

Post-Seabound, Kai angst with a heavy dash of Lloyd

any port in a storm

(Pixal and Lloyd and the evolving nature of friendship, as highlighted by the regular burning down of your city. Lloyd and Pixal bonding throughout s8/9)

Heirloom

(snapshots of Lloyd and his relationship with titles)

planetary go

(Lloyd attends Rachel ((oc)) and Brad’s field trip, and things blow up)

Wishful Thinking

(post s10 Lloyd and Garmadon angst)

Wishful Thinking part 2

(considerably less angsty oneshot where Garmadon attempts to understand Lloyd, in disguise)

the idiot’s guide to not despising your cousin

(au where Lloyd and Morro get to be cousins that’s so long it will crash your browser)

call the police and the fireman (alternative warning: fire hazard)

(Lloyd learns to breathe fire, and it goes as well as you’d expect)

There’s Insurance for That

(Five places the ninja are no longer allowed into, featuring Skylor)

a complicated profession

(mandalorian au with Kai and Nya as Mandalorians)

slipping

(Lloyd goes oni mode real quick and handles it Not So Well)

Sleepsong

(sad s5 aftermath, featuring Lloyd and Cole)

what stays and what fades away

(post s11 aftermath, with a focus on zangst)

and it is a shame

(s11 ice emperor speculation, featuring Lloyd, Akita and Zane)

in which the monastery almost burns down again

(the ninja try to throw Lloyd a surprise birthday party)

flicker

(Kai-centric fic dealing with his relationship with fire over seasons)

turned to smoke

(s1 Lloyd and Garmadon versus s8 Lloyd and Garmadon angst)

exposure therapy

(pre-s8, Lloyd tries living alone)

close for comfort

(Kai has nightmares after Chen’s staff in s4)

Kai possessed by Morro rambling

(not really a fic, but also sort of?? close enough)

hyacinth (in yellow)

(post-s7 Lloyd and Cole-centric angst, focusing on lost parents)

Fic for art where Kai takes a hit for Lloyd

(it’s. also angst.)

n stands for neutral

(Kai teaches Lloyd how to drive. Sort of.)

aftermaths

(post s10 Kai and Lloyd talking)

déjà vu

(Lloyd and Nya after Cole falls in s10)

two a.m. tea

(Pixal, Nya and Lloyd bonding over cheap tea, pre-s7 through s9)

snip, snip

(Kai gives kid Lloyd a new hairstyle)

it’s me (version 2.0)

(Show Lloyd and Movie Lloyd have a bad day thanks to dimension-jumping oni)

terrorize y’all’s neighborhood

(fluffy team halloween fic with kid Lloyd)

juxtaposition

(Lloyd and Garmadon, as seen in contrasting snapshots through seasons)

Survivor Ninja!

(post s2, the ninja get stranded at sea for the day — crack)

fears

(s2 bad end au, the single worst fic I’ve ever written, everyone dies and no one is happy)

heartbreak

(Wu-centric angst over Lloyd and Garmadon’s similarities)

nightmares

(Cole’s nightmares as a ghost are particularly dangerous)

lost on you (alt. ouroboros)

(Morro, Harumi, and Lloyd on loss and the color green)

ninjago incredibles au

(exactly what it says on the tin, incredibles 2-era inspired)

on gifts

(Edna and Jay growing up)

could have-beens

(harumi dies?? written during s9 not sure what this one is actually but it’s angst)

weathering

(post-s5, Kai finds Lloyd watching storms)

like a bad soap opera

(mid-s8 episode aftermath of harumi’s betrayal)

some other person’s destiny

(Lloyd and Harumi on the river mid-s8, I cannot believe this was the first fic I wrote for ninjago)

Kai runs into the son of Lord Garmadon for the first time (movie-verse)

Kai and Lloyd prank Chen, featuring grumpy cousin Morro (movie-verse)

Kai and Nya on leaving Lloyd behind in s5

The show ninja watch their movie

Grave Danger snippet with Lloyd in the river whooo

That ATLA au where Harumi’s a bloodbender

S5 snippet with Lloyd and Ronin vibing over possession

S9 au angst where Lloyd and Nya never found out the guys were alive

Halloween Jay and Lloyd fic Tumblr ate like three times

Angsty Jay and Cliff Gordon oneshot

Lloyd gets his ear pierced by Kai

#answered #masterlist #this took sO long hdnjkfg #i didnt realize how many i had lying around #glances at wips #weeps #Anonymous

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0x-jelly-beans-x0 · 3 years ago

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!!!Two idiots in Love!!!

Chapter ´s list / Next Chapter 1/? , This is just a pilot fic that I planned to turn into comic if i have time. Word Count: 1490

Warning: Portuguese in some parts, black y/n, friends to lovers, slow burn , siblings idiotice, ryoma hoshi x reader, highschool au. Artist´s credit

Word count: 1410

Your name is Muxima Kapuka, an Angolan transfer student in Japan; that was recently transferred due to your dad wanting to research new opportunities of work…

But You don’t think it was a good idea.. Even tho all of you didn’t have much in your country, we were sustainable on your own..but now you have less , living tighter spaces but still up float.

You were put in a high school to start your 10 th grade and which was ok to say to say the least but you were the only black person in school. Your hair was kinky and fluffy. A 4c hair is pure beauty , 1.75 m, dark brown skin , some small eye bags ( made by stress) and usually wears the male uniform due to being more comfortable to you.

You were used to being left alone due to most people finding more “fascinating beings” than humans; but even though you were used to that solitude it didn’t stop being difficult to deal with that isolation.

You were trying to pay attention in class by writing while the teacher spoke but they were speaking so fast that your pen slipped in the process.

You were looking around for your pen but you couldn’t find it until:

-Here!- A really deep voice tells that

You got really scared that you slowly turn back really worried of what will appear and when you saw you could only say:

Oh! Thanks-

you’re welcome- he replies.

His appearance was unique, he has a dark brown hair, black eyes and Rosie cheeks and nose. He was Ryoma Hoshi , the shortest man in high school , he had a 1.05m but those were the only remarkable things that he had. His grades were kinda good but not remarkable and he also participated in the tennis club.

You thought to yourself “ Maybe he can be my friend? Yeah maybe. But HOW??? Maybe at lunch time, I can talk to him”.

You turn your back and look at him. He looks at you a bit nervous not being sure if you wanted to talk to him or another person; you smile at him and say;

Hey, do you want to have lunch with me later?

He looks even more confused and say:

Are you talking to me?

Yes -you answered

Are you… sure? -he asks you almost in disbelief and confusion

Yes! - you answered firmly

O-Ok then? - he tells seemingly in shocked

After that interaction, Ryoma started to question your intentions.

At the Lunch time; you reunited with him , he was silently eating while you appeared and suddenly became a little nervous.

You were eating and wanted to start a conversation:

Hey! What do you like to do?-

Eh…Tennis nothing much really..-he answers awkwardly

Cool! It is really important to stay active.- you answer in a uplifting tone

Do you..participate in any sports?- He questions you

Oh… I used to.. I was a swimmer awhile back; I participated in five competitions and won in the last!..But we didn’t have the money to continue that career… But it’s fine.- you finished awkwardly

Hum.. sorry. Maybe you can participate in swim time- he answers trying to uplift you.

Heh..Maybe- you smile kinda awkward

Do you…What do you like to do?- he asks you

Oh! I like to draw , sew and play guitar sometimes- you answer really happy

But it isn’t something that interesting…-you down play it

No. It’s kinda interesting..- he tries to continue to push the conversation.

OH REALLY!! I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY!! You see, what I usually draw is- you start to ramble and talk to him until lunchtime was over.

He was listening carefully and sweetly for everything you said even participating in it.

After that exchange you decide to help him around , reaching up to high places so can get his stuff or just follow him around when he doesn't want to talk; he was slowly getting more angry when you're around him until he said:

Stop babying me…-

What?..-You look at him confused

I didn't ask for your help..or for you to following me…-

Sorry I just thought that you wanted to help you…- You try to explain.

I STILL DIDN'T ASKED…JU-Just stop following me..-

Later that Ryoma was assigned to clean the classroom alone, it was normal for him to do this , he didn’t want to be a dead wheat for anyone so he just helped this way; but when the school was almost close and he wasn’t close to finishing,you appear to help him.

He was so confused and asked:

Why are you here? You should be at home..-

You need help so I’m here- you say it while rolling your sleeves.

Ah? No! That’s not enough to help me and you know it. First ,You join me for lunch, then you help me around without me asking and when I still ask you to stop , you're still helping me?..- He looks at you confused

The only thing that I did was give back your pencil; you know? - he finalizes it.

Well yeah but you listen to me and also you’re always lonely and since I’m lonely too… I just decided that we, lonely people, should stay together!-

Humf..Whatever..- he looks aside and tries to hide his smile-

It was night but everything was finally organized and cleaned; you two started to direct to the exit of the school in silence, until Ryoma said:

You didn’t have to do it but thank you anyway.-

You’re welcome, bud.- you answered happily

MANAAAAAA- a voice screams from the exit door

You two look at what it was but it was possible to see it due to being dark where they were. They started to run in your direction , Ryoma was visibly scared and froze in the spot and asked:

WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?-

My sister..- you answered scared

Her look was revealed, she was a kid around 10 to 11 years old, light-brown skin, short 3c hair around 1,20m and visibly angry at you.

You tried to protect your chest , ‘cause you knew you couldn’t run faster than her; she closed her fist , jumped and punched your stomach at such speed and strength that made you immediately fall over.

You were grueling from agony but she only picked up your shoulders and shake you furiously while saying:

TU. SABES. O QUÃO. PREOCUPADA. ESTAVA. CONTIGO?-

Olá para ti também - you answered sarcastically

PORQUE CARALHOS FICASTE A ESCOLA ATÉ ESTAS HORAS?? Nem atendes o telefone..- She looks at you so done of you

Eh..Não é permitido atender o telefone nas aulas?..-You try to find a excuse.

Às tuas aulas terminam às 17 horas… SÃO 19 HORAS?!?- She is even more furious than before

You look at Ryoma ,trying to find some help from Ryoma but he wasn’t understanding a single word of this exchange sohe gives you a look of “I don’t know” ; she looks at what Ryoma furiously but when she looked eyes on him , her anger turned into worry and kinda disgust, she says slowly:

Tu..viraste uma pedófila?…- she covers her mouth

EU NÃO SOU PEDÓFILA NENHUMAAAA- you scream from anger

Sorry but I’m a bit confused..-Ryoma spoke worriedly , she jumped back and put her fists up.

Aquele é a voz dele???- she questions it scared from her live-

Sim… O nome dele é Ryoma Hoshi; é um amigo da minha sala..- you explain how he is,looking really exhausted-

Ele foi a razão de teres demorado? - she questions you

Sim…Ele só precisava de uma ajuda na limpeza mas demorou mais que o esperado..- you explain the situation to her.

Ok se é isso.. Hello, my name is Kiari Kapuka. Nice to meet you- she tells that to Ryoma.

Eh.. Nice to meet you Kiari, I’m Ryoma Hoshi- he looks away awkwardly.

If you don’t mind, I will take my sister to her home- she holds your hand and starts to push you to go.

He-HEY!! ESPERA!! SEE YOU LATER RYOMA!!- you wave at him telling him goodbye

Bye !…-he waves back at you real awkwardly and questioning if this is how siblings work

When you and your sister are far enough, she questions:

Começaste a namorar e nem me avisas?..-

Ele não é o meu namorado , só um potencial amigo.- you respond to her

Pelo menos, isso é bom- she finalizes it

#ryoma hoshi #ryoma danganronpa #ryoma hoshi x reader #black reader #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #portuguese in some parts #siblings idiotice #high school au #slow burn #friends to lovers #ryoma x reader

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letsperaltiago · 3 years ago

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somewhere only we know

This is my entry for the B99 Summer 2021 Fic Exchange and it's for lovely Johanna aka. @amyscascadingtabs <3 I picked the prompt: "Jake and Amy going on a babymoon and enjoying some time together before everything changes for good."

It's very simple and just pure good, happy parents to be-vibes so yeah :) I initially wanted to add smut but didn't have the time to write it :(( If you feel like it's something you'd like, then feel free to lemme know! I can always add a chapter two heh. Anyways, enjoy!!

Rating: G

Words: 2.7k

Read here or on Ao3

“Jake, this is… amazing.”

This seems to be all Amy can come up with as the hotel room presents itself before her. Better or bigger words seem to be lacking from her otherwise excellent vocabulary but she blames it on the fact that she’s been carrying a tiny human for the past 35 weeks - not that she’s complaining. It’s been hard, both physically and mentally, and there are a few more weeks to go but by the end of it all, she’ll be holding her little baby boy.

She’s tired and every inch of her body swollen and/or sore, but more importantly she’s eager and excited. Jake is too, if not even more than her, and this has resulted in the current scene: their babymoon.

“You like it?”

The way Jake asks her, eyes shining with innocent expectation and voice laced with childish excitement has her imagining just how their little boy will turn out to be. She can’t hold back her smile. This man will walk to the end of the earth to make her happy, essentially already has during this pregnancy, and the babymoon is just as much for him as it is for her.

She turns on her heels to face him, showing him the bright smile that’s plastered on her makeup-free face which has gained some freckles during her pregnancy.

“You could’ve planned a trip to a dumpster and I would still love it.”

Hands cupping his scruffy cheeks she pulls him in for a short but tender kiss that even so many years later, after thousands of kisses, has his toes curl in excitement. She truly would’ve stayed anywhere as long as Jake was with her. Although she does appreciate the fact that she’s standing in a beautiful lakeview suite at the LakeHouse Inn.

“Should we reassess how much we refer to dumpsters and other gross locations when we declare our love for each other?”

She chuckles at his comment, lips resonating against the corner of his grin.

“Should we?” She slowly slides her hands to the back of her neck, entangling her fingers to keep her latched onto him even as she pulls away to flash him a pretend contemplative expression.

Eyebrows cocked in playfulness, they share an indicative look in silence, only for them to break it in unison. “Nahh.”

“Right? It’s what makes us us.” Jake pulls her in by the hips which are carrying their son.

Everything about Amy reminds him of their little miracle and makes him feel all tingly and excited. One look at her, one touch, and he forgets about the rest of the world and its crappiness. He has Amy and together with the tiny human in her belly, she is his entire universe.

“Exactly.”

She closes the gap between them (as much as she can with the full-blown balloon shape of her stomach).

“So,” she mumbles against his lips, “what are your plans for us?”

Sadly, the 3-hour drive from home didn’t do wonders for her heavily pregnant body and even though she won’t admit it out loud, she hopes her husband’s plans for tonight will demand the bare minimum of her. She feels his lips and body withdraw, prompting her eyes open however the mischievous smile that meets her has a dimmed anxious feeling creeping over her - he does remember she’s 35 weeks pregnant, right?

“I know that look, Peralta.” Her voice is distrustful, and after 7 years together she should know better than giving in to his teasing, but her suspicious air only fuels his fire and desire to mess with her.

“In honor of my incredible and always so organized wife, there’s a tightknit schedule waiting for us.”

Tightknit schedule? Amy would usually be beaming at these words but right then and there, swollen legs, hungry and feeling everything but hot and fit after the drive, she aches to fall back onto the bed and sleep for days. It’s huge, king-sized, with crispy white sheets and the fluffy pillows are definitely calling her name. Although, the fact that Jake has everything planned out for their last vacation together, just the two of them, does pull on some heartstrings. He loves her so much and she loves him so much too. So much that she (almost) doesn’t turn a hair when he proudly starts listing their schedule for the evening and following day.

“So right now it’s 4 PM which means unpacking-time. At 6 we have a dinner reservation at this cute little restaurant in a little town nearby so we’ll need to leave at approximately 5.45. At 8 there’s a showing of Die Hard at the local movie theater, which I thought we could attend?”

Okay, maybe her left eye flinches at this but very discreetly (or so she chooses to believe).

“Then tomorrow there’s breakfast at 7, which is perfect because we have canoeing on the lake at 8.30...”

She zones out after this. Hormones, tiredness, the fact that she can’t feel her feet- there are a thousand reasons but Amy can feel the most is tears prickling, threatening to spill. Not because she doesn’t appreciate her husband’s efforts and grand gestures, all for her, but because she can’t stand the thought of doing any of these sweet things he’s planned for them. She can’t cry though. He’s going to think something is actually wrong.

“Babe?”

However far gone she was, the sound of Jake’s voice pulls her back in and there’s a confusing mixture of mischief and pure adoration shining from these famous deep brown eyes. Why is he almost smiling when she’s having a tiny meltdown?

“Are you crying?”

“No?” she scoffs although she’s proven wrong upon touching her cheek where her fingers are met by a thin wet streak. “I’m just,” she clears her throat in hopes of avoiding a strained voice, “so overwhelmed by happiness and everything you’ve planned for us. It all sounds… great.”

Silence dawns upon them as Amy’s fake smile tries to convince him. On his part, Jake is biting his lip in an attempt to hold back a laugh, but his wife’s panicked look and teary eyes have him failing to last and after a couple of seconds he breaks the quietness.

“Honey, I’m messing with you,” he chuckles and quickly pulls her back in for a tight hug, as tight as the belly allows, pecking the top of her head. “I know you love a good schedule but the only plans I have for us are: staying in bed, ordering room service, and watching tv.”

“Oh, thank God.”

The moan of relief flies out of her before she can even consider how it must sound to Jake, a great deal of embarrassment hitting her upon realization. She just made it sound like she wouldn’t appreciate her husband’s effort to make this weekend of theirs the best.

“Jake, I’m so sorry! I didn’t-”

She pulls back to look him in the eyes, ready to offer a sincere apology for her blunt exclamation. She never gets to. Instead, she’s met with a huge grin and her husband looking everything but mad or hurt. Almost as if he knew. He knew how she’d react. He wanted her to react.

“You sly sneak! You knew you’d freak me out!”

Only her husband can trick her like this, and, on one hand, it’s very endearing... Jake Peralta is more than just a good cop; he’s excellent. Brilliant and bold, maybe even too much sometimes, although he usually gets away with it. Usually, she’s always on his heels and she hates to admit it, but her mommy brain and restless hormones are making it much harder, if not impossible, to keep up with his always upbeat pace.

“Of course I knew, babe.”

No matter how hard she tries, she can’t even find it within herself to be genuinely annoyed with him. He’s pulled her back into his arms and is looking at her with that mischievous smile that can both infuriate and enchant her. Tonight it’s a little bit of both although mostly the latter, she has to admit and the last bit of annoyance melts away the second he leans in, offering her a soft kiss that lets reminds her of the fact that he’s the best thing in the whole damn world.

“I love you,” she manages to mumble against his lips before he can pull too far back, her swollen fingers cradling his jaw to emphasize her words. It tampers with any kind of reasoning and her ability to remain miffed.

“I love you too...” her husband mumbles back against her lips.

Pulling away isn’t an option, he’s too addicted and he enjoys feeling the air coming from her nose when she chuckles. “How much?”

“At the very least enough to not make my heavily pregnant wife canoe around a lake.”

“Peanut and I appreciate that very much.”

Although after all these months there’s a comfort and familiarity in being able to rub her belly and know her son is in there, safe and sound, knowing he soon enough will be out here in the real world with them has butterflies fluttering in her chest. Jake’s hand joining hers in stroking her belly only causes the number of butterflies to multiply, explode all over again, and her hormones are making her question whether she wants to cry or laugh - or perhaps do both. After such a long wait, from the second they decided to start trying, there’s no blaming her impatience. There’s so much to expect and patience has never been her strongest asset. Only when it comes to Jake and their son. She’s impatient to see, hear and feel it all. The life and adventure she’s created with the man she loves the most seems scarily close yet torturously far away.

With no reason to leave in sight, Amy finds herself bundled up in a hotel bed sent from heaven, wearing nothing but panties and her favorite nursing bra. Jake is on an errand run to grab her the creme cheese-filled pierogis and Arroz con Leche their son and she are very much craving. Although she does prefer her abuela’s homemade version of the latter, even a pregnant Amy can come to terms with the fact that there are limits to Jake’s super husband-powers. He can and will get her almost anything as long as physically possible - or within a radius of 20 miles which Abuela Dolores at this given time for good reasons isn’t.

Amy had insisted on the hotel’s room service menu being more than fine, but her husband knows her all too well and could tell she wasn’t content with the ravioli and créme brulée she’d originally settled for. Before she could even begin to protest his offer to run out and get it for her, her husband had pulled on a pair of jogging pants and a hoodie, grabbed his keys, and left her behind with a peck to the top of her head and a promise to be back in not too long.

In all honesty, the ravioli and creme brulée would’ve been fine, and she would’ve preferred Jake to be here to cuddle her. Nonetheless, there’s no denying how loved and important Jake makes her feel. Especially when he suddenly walks in the door, multiple plastic bags hanging on his arms and car keys dangling from his mouth. The view is hilarious, to say the very least, and she wonders: how did she ever get so very lucky?

Perhaps she will never know the answer to this. Luckily when you’re cuddled up in a soft hotel bed eating pierogis, fries, grapes, and Arroz con Leche with the love of your life, it doesn’t really matter how you got there. Being too busy talking, eating, and making out, the documentary about the history of paper Amy’s been dying to watch is mostly just background noise.

“Can you believe we’re having a baby?”

Her husband’s mouth is filled with fries and before she can even think of answering his question, she has to reach over to wipe ketchup from the corner of his mouth.

“Yes… but also no. In a good way.”

It’s true. She always knew she wanted kids but wanting is one thing; actually outliving it still seems surreal to her, even as she runs her hands around the curve of the skin encapsulating their very own little human being. What makes it so much more surreal is the fact that Jake Peralta is the father. Jake Peralta, the guy who she 6 years ago could only pine for. Now she’s lying in bed with him, watching him smile at her with those soft, brown eyes and warm rosy lips that she not so secretly hopes their son will inherit. He swiftly wipes oil and salt off his fingers before reaching over to place his hands on top of her belly. Placing hers on top of his happens like a newfound reflex of hers. His hand is warm and feels like home.

“This is probably the last getaway we’ll have, yanno, just the two of us.”

His soft voice has her looking up from their joined hands on her belly to see him looking directly at her with glistening eyes, the blue light from the television casting a blue hue on the side of his head. He looks so handsome, pensive, so perfect and she can’t come to terms with the fact that he’s her’s and she his, and together they’ve created new life.

“Yeah. More likely than not.”

“How do you feel about that? Are you scared? You know- of giving birth and how life will be after that?”

A few beats of silence go by, only the dull sound of the tv filling the otherwise silent room. His hand never slips out of from beneath hers. Does this question maybe reflect some worries of his?

“Not scared, per se...”

She quickly makes sure that there’s no food in-between them before scooting in closer to him. Her hand slips off of his only to slide up his arm, all the way up to cup his face. There’s close to no room between them. Her thumb dances across his cheekbone.

“... Excited, maybe a bit anxious, but I know it’ll be alright and so very worth it in the end. And yeah, our life nd dynamic might have to change a bit but it’ll always be us. But I’m not scared,” This seems to put a damper on his running mind. “And you know why?”

“Hm?”

“Because I have the world’s best baby daddy.”

As hoped a wide smile lights up his face, pure unadulterated joy so obviously present in this little moment of theirs. Worries seem irrelevant and non-existing.

“Are you worried, babe?”

She sees his smile fade a bit but not enough to genuinely worry her. Just like everyone, he has his thoughts and worries. With care comes worries. He wants to do his best, she knows.

“Maybe a bit, you know? Like not genuinely worried like I would’ve been a few years ago, but just… averagely worried.”

“That’s okay,” she comforts, her thumb still tracing smooth lines on his cheek. “It’s normal. It just means you care and want to do good, which is all I can really ask of you.”

“I do care. A lot. So so much,” he chuckles shyly.

“Which is also why you’re going to be fine, I will be fine and everything will be fine.”

She doesn’t give him the time to agree nor protest but instead leans in to place a long, tender kiss on his lips, inviting him to join in on the moment. It’s just a simple kiss, soft, like the one they had a Shaw’s after agreeing to stop trying (which eventually lead to more trying, but that’s beside the point). With every breath, they take the kiss grows deeper, longer. It’s as if their bodies are aware of the fact that this will be the last time they get to do this without a child to get home to; without the responsibility of being a parent. All at once, it’s frightening but also, more than anything, exciting. Their lives might be on the verge of changing forever. Although lying there in bed together, feeling the soft touch of their spouse, it feels like they’ve never changed and never will. They’re always going to be Jake and Amy.

#B99 Summer 2021 Fic Exchange #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #jake x amy #peraltiago #fluff #brooklyn nine-nine #jake and amy #mac peralta #baby peraltiago #oneshot

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crystalirises · 3 years ago

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Death was Fated to Be...

... it just never specified whose.

TW: Implied Character Death, Ghost Children, and Blood

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/83167660

His eyes fluttered open, the taste of ash sharp against his tongue. He felt cold, everything was cold. He shivered, little hands coiled around the stone ground. A red sky greeted him, shrieks and screams echoing in the distance. Faintly, he could smell a metallic scent in the air. A feather floated by, its black hue somehow bright against the red sky. He tried to stand, but a sharp pain ran through his whole body. Tears ran past his cheeks, stinging at his skin. Soon, the mild hurt turned into agony, and he let out a tortured shriek. Arms wrapped around him, the world grew dark. He screamed against the hold, more tears running past his cheeks and burning at his face.

“Shhh, you’re alright, mate. You’ll be alright. Your grandpa’s right here.”

His face was buried in a cloak, the scent of mint and tea reaching his nose as his cries turned into small sobs. He still couldn’t see, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that it wasn’t darkness that covered him. It was a wall of feathers. He whimpered, struggling in his captor’s hold, but they kept a tight hold on him. He could hear explosions, but his captor blocked away the world from his view. He heard the rustle of feathers, their muffled steps, and knew that his captor was moving towards the cacophony of chaos. He whined, hoping that his papa would come save him soon. He didn’t want to be taken, not by a stranger, even if they did have wings.

“I know you’re scared, Fundy. It’s alright. I have you, you’re safe.”

A hand petted the back of his head, fingers pausing at the base of his ears before scratching. His tail wagged, a yip escaping him despite the fear that was still curled in his mind. They curled closer to their captor’s chest, clinging to their calming scent. They smelled old. Fundy would have snickered if he wasn’t a bit too scared to offend the person who was holding him. After a moment, the panic of outside melted away into a tense lull. His captor paused. Fundy sniffed at the air, his nose wrinkling at the strong scent of metal and of withered rot. The wings unfurled away from him, giving him a view of the world outside. He preferred it inside the safety of the wings. His attention focused on the scorched ground and the rubble that scattered the dead earth.

“Phil… I didn’t think you’d be here.”

A gruff and tired voice broke Fundy from his thoughts. He buried his face deeper against his captor’s scratchy cloak. He didn’t like the voice, and he didn’t want to see the voice’s source.

“Well, mate. It’s not everyday you’re told your son has plans to blow up a nation, a nation that he founded himself, mind you.” His captor - Phil - sighed, adjusting his hold on Fundy. The new position didn’t allow him to hide his face. “I just can’t believe it, Techno. He loved this country.”

“Didn’t seem like that to me, Phil. I may have not agreed on the idea of the continuation of government, but I never agreed upon the TNT placement. Wilbur made that choice all on his own. He was the traitor, and I don’t lie when I say that I saw it coming.” The piglin hybrid before them spoke low, his voice barely above a whisper despite the roughness in it. Crimson red eyes met his gaze, a wince crossing the piglin hybrid’s - Techno’s - face. His regal clothing was bathed in blood and ash, the once white shirt now drenched in red. Fundy whimpered, but despite his fear, he tried to hold the man’s gaze. Techno mentioned his papa’s name. Maybe he knew where his papa was. The piglin hybrid snorted, crossing his arms across his chest. “Phil, I know you have an addiction with adopting orphans but this is a bit much, don’t you think? He’s dea—”

“Techno. Not now.” A hand rested on top of his head, petting his… has his hair always been white? Fundy blinked, eyes wide as a strand of white curly hair clung to his forehead. “I’ll tel—”

“Can Fundy ask a question, pwease?” He didn’t mean to cut off Phil, but he was scared and wanted his papa. The man holding him paused, flashing a gentle smile while he nodded for Fundy to continue. He pursed his lips, throwing a cautious look towards Techno. “Where papa?”

The man froze, teeth clenched as he sucked in a deep breath. Techno averted his gaze, attention fixed to the sword that had been sheathed at his waist. Fundy frowned, trying to reach both their eyes, but neither of them could look at him. He tried to squirm out of Phil’s hold, intent on finding his way back to L’Manburg. The sky was beginning to darken, and papa wouldn’t like it if he came home late. Phil didn’t let him go. He whimpered, eyes pooling with tears that were quickly brushed away before they could even touch his skin. Phil shushed him, rocking him back and forth as he paced around the ground. “No, no, no. It’s alright, Fundy. You’re safe, I promise. I’m your grandpa… your Grandza, as I assume Wilbur would have told you to address me as.”

“G-grandza?” He sniffled, wiping his nose on the man’s cloak. Phil laughed, wrinkling his nose, but he didn’t berate Fundy for the action. He looked over at Techno, taking in the strange piglin hybrid who looked extremely uncomfortable underneath his stare. He thought back to his dad’s stories - at least the ones that weren’t as fuzzy in his mind - recalling how his dad would mention his older twin brother who was a powerful warrior. He also mentioned that his older twin brother had long pink hair. Fundy pointed at Techno in awe, all previous fear gone. “Uncle Techno!”

“HEH?!” Fundy giggled, tail wagging as he tried to reach towards his uncle. Unfortunately (or fortunately, if you ask Technoblade), the screams of an angry mob reached their ears. Fundy withdrew, whining as he gripped at his ears. He heard his grandza and his uncle quickly exchange words, and then they were running away, the wind brushing against his hair and cheek.

But… he didn’t feel cold. No. Not at all.

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Fundy poked at the hole in his chest, phantom blood oozing out in a hue of orange. He wrinkled his nose, the blood splattering against the wooden floor before disappearing into thin air. Grandza had given him a mirror, something to occupy himself with as they continued to build the cabin around him. He wanted to help, but his uncle and his grandza said that he could help decorate the inside of the cabin instead once they finished building. His attention turned back to his reflection, his small frown going back into a smile. He was wearing his favorite sweater. It was orange, warm, and very fluffy. Like his tail! His papa had asked uncle Tommy to make it a few sizes bigger, so he could barely even see his little hands as the sleeves covered them entirely.

His white curly hair nearly covered his blank white eyes, and he couldn’t help but wonder how Eret would feel if he showed them his eyes. They matched now! He giggled, sitting down on the floor after looking at himself in the mirror for as long as his attention remained. He watched his grandza and uncle work around him instead, his grandza having built a small roof above him so that the cold, wet snow wouldn’t touch his skin. Fundy was a bit disappointed to realize that he’d never be able to touch snow or water again. They hurt him, and Fundy didn’t like getting hurt.

“Hey, mate. Need anything down there?”

“No, Grandza!” He looked up, waving at his grandza who was standing on a nearby wall that had yet to be finished. Fundy frowned, floating off the ground for a bit before settling back down. It was snowing heavily now, and he didn’t want to get hurt again. They learned the hard way that Fundy couldn’t touch snow when Phil had placed him down on the snow, in which Fundy began to shriek the moment his feet touched the ground. He sighed, laying down. “Want to help…”

“You know you can’t, mate. Not with the snow.” His grandza stuck out his hand, a snowflake landing against the palm of his hand before quickly melting away. He frowned, turning his head to the white flurry that flowed down around him. Grandza hadn’t thought of how big the space he should have for movement, the two by two wooden roof barely gave him any space to run around in. He looked just as a cold gust of wind slapped against his cheek. He turned back to see grandza back on the ground, his wings had let out a puff of air as he landed gracefully on the ground. Fundy sat up as grandza walked closer to him, ruffling his hair. “Bored? Alright, wait.”

Grandza began to add more wood to the roof, giving Fundy more space to run around in and play. Fundy was happy about it… until he realized that he didn’t have anything to play with. His toys were back in L’Manburg, and his papa was still in L’Manburg. He followed after grandza, the man focused so much on the roof that he didn’t notice the small tugging at his robe. After a few seconds, Fundy gave up on trying to get his grandza’s attention. “When papa coming?”

His grandza winced, eyes darting here and there like any other object was much more interesting than Fundy. He frowned, tugging at grandza’s cloak once again. Fundy heard his grandza let out a sigh under his breath, crouching beneath the wooden roof so he could pull Fundy into his arms. They sat there, Fundy fiddling with the mint tea-scented cloak that helped him calm down. Grandza smelled nice, even his papa didn’t smell that nice. His papa always smelled like gunpowder and freshwater. Fundy only ever liked the freshwater, the gunpowder not so much.

“Fundy…” His grandza’s gaze flicked down, black wings ruffling behind him. Fundy tried not to look as nervous as his grandza, maybe if he looked brave, grandza would be too. A hand petted the top of his head, fingers shaking as it held a strand of white hair. “I need you to understand—”

Fundy looked behind Phil, noticing a familiar figure trekking through the snow in the distance.

“Papa!”

The sword clattered against the blood-stained cobblestone, red ichor dripping past the edge and landing somewhere far below their reach. Phil could hear the loud thump of his heart in his ears, the rush of adrenaline seeping away from his veins as the body collapsed against the ground. He moved before his mind could process what happened, hands gripping at the corpse that had stopped breathing the moment his sword had struck. Not a single word had been said. Not a cry. Not even the chance to say goodbye. His fingers gripped the back of the body’s head, rocking back and forth even as it began to fade away from his hold. The soul was being claimed, he of all people should know there was nothing to be done to stop the process. He held on a little tighter.

He’d flown miles from the solace of his home. He was an old man, at least as old as his real age would imply. He was an immortal, a man who has seen countless wars. He has seen empires rise and fall. He has seen mortals rise from the ashes and return to the earth. He has watched the world change around, adapting to the times, careful to never fall for the charms of mortals. And he’d stuck to that mora; ever since he realized he could never grow beyond the age of 40. He’d stuck to it even after countless forms of death. He couldn’t seem to die. He’d walked the earth, alone and content with his immortality. Then he’d met Technoblade, a warrior possessed with the spirit of the Blood God. Phil has yet to determine what Techno is, a mortal or a god. Then after, he’d fallen in love with the goddess of death herself, and gained the title of ‘The Angel of Death.’

In all his years. In all his lifetimes. This very moment affirmed his moral to never befriend or ever grow close to a mortal soul. He didn’t know why it burned so badly, but it did. And he’d never felt this pain in a very long time… not since his first lifetime. The body beneath his fingertips crumbled into dust, lost to the winds of time. Blood still clung to his fingertips and to his cloak. His breath stuck against his throat, tears springing to his eyes. He held them back, his hands trembling instead. Phil held his hands close to his chest, eyes fluttering close as he whispered a prayer of death and safe passage. Perhaps his wife will receive him in the afterlife, and maybe he’d be happier there than he was in this life. He shook his head. In all his years. Among all the souls he’d reaped and sent away. He didn’t realize how painful death really was.

“Phil…” He forced himself to look up. The sword was no longer on the ground, instead it had been picked up. Blood slid down its steel blade, staining the ground even more. Phil winced at the noise, at the drip-drop of red. He stood, his shaky knees threatening to give way beneath him.

He let out a shaky sigh, forcing himself to meet his son’s dark eyes. “Wilbur…”

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Hm... is the Wilbur coming to where Phil, Fundy, and Techno are Ghostbur or just Alivebur?

#fundy #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp

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