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fandomfics · 6 months ago

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The Trouble with Love

Part 3

Pairings: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x John Hancock x fem Reader

Description: After a mishap in the wasteland you are left to wonder if the ghouls you care for and have traveled with for years feel anything for you. The answers you find are not what you expected and leave you with more questions than answers.

Part 1 Part 2

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

18+ only, MDNI

Unprotected anal, creampie, light dubcon? But like not really, queer, thruple, masterbation, Dom/sub dynamics, name calling, pet names, punishment, oral (m), praise/degradation, teasing, edging, violence, drugs

Not a long wait for the good stuff

Your head snaps up and your eyes meet his, "what the hell?" You blurt out.

"Yeah, when we started comin round Goodneighbor. Late night at the bar. Got carried away betting on who the better shot is. One thing led to another and we had a grand ol time."

You can't tell if the smile he cracks at that moment is because he's joking or he's amused by the expression on your face.

"You're messing with me, right?"

"God's honest truth sweetheart."

"Well that's....uh... Kinda fuckin hot." You say unable to keep yourself from imagining every lurid detail, your core throbbing at the thought. "I guess we should probably go work this whole dynamic out with him.....figure this out before we all get too deep."

"Heh, sure thing sugar." Cooper gets up with a groan and you follow. After you've redressed you head over to the statehouse to find Hancock in his office.

"Close the door on your way out Fahrenheit." Hancock turns to you both with a deep inhale.

"You two smell like you were up to something." He chuckles before making his way to to the couch. He sinks into it and gestures for you to sit too.

"We should talk about us...all of us" you say looking into his obsidian eyes.

"Look, whatever you decide I'll respect."

"I want to be with you both. I...I want the three of us to be together. I don't want to choose between you. I know neither of you are the sharing type, but I think this could work for us."

A pregnant pause comes over the room before Hancock turns his gaze to Cooper. "So does that mean you and I can also resume our elicit activities?"

"Oh God yes. " You blurt out shamelessly. Cooper nods to him with a wink and a small chuckle.

"Count me in Sunshine."

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Days later you lay on your back with your head in Cooper's lap and your legs draped over Hancock's while chems course through you. You've spent a lazy afternoon getting high in your room, needing the relief. Not even an hour after walking into Hancock's office someone burst in frantically looking for your trio, their loved one needing to be rescued from some nearby super mutants. Of course you couldn't say no, but you couldn't help but feel disappointed that you couldn't bask in the newness of this relationship.

Now that you're back you're determined to take a bit of time off, "One week. No jobs." You demanded. Neither ghoul protested, knowing it was going to futile to do so even if they had wanted to.

"So... Who wants to tell me the story of your first encounter." You suddenly say breaking the companionable silence that had settled in.

"Well, I had won a bet-" Hancock starts

"Like hell ya did, you cheated you dirty bastard!" Cooper raises his voice mockingly challenging Hancock

He shrugs nonchalantly "Landed me that pretty little ass of yours didn't it."

"I s'pose it did." Cooper chuckles "as much as I'd love ta tell ya, I think ya'd like it more if ya saw it. Be back in two ticks." Your eyes light up at the delicious thought, Cooper leaves for just a few minutes before returning with a holotape.

"Maybe sometimes I have the good doctor record my time in the loungers..." He gets the tape in the TV and it hums to life with black and white images of them. Cooper takes his seat as your pillow and you focus your full attention on the ghouls on the screen.

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Somewhere around 2am in a dimly lit alley in Goodneighbor Cooper silently stalks Hancock. He pushes him against a wall, hand covering his mouth.

"Ya no good sonofabitch," Cooper hisses "Ya cheated me, ya owe me 100 caps!" He removes his hand from Hancock's mouth to allow him to speak.

"No idea what you're talking about." He replies coyly

"I know the bet was rigged, now give me my caps before I split ya open."

A mischievous smile plays across Hancock's face, "Is that a promise? I do have a thing for handsome angry cowboys."

"What the fuck are ya talking about?

One of Hancock's hands finds it's way to Cooper's bulge and he's momentarily startled before replying.

"Ya think this is a game? Give. Me. My. Caps."

"My bad," Hancock raises his hands in surrender "come up to my office, I'll get em for you!"

Cooper releases Hancock and follows him closely inside the statehouse. Once in the office the door closes and Hancock bends down to open a drawer at his desk to retrieve the caps.

"Stay right there." Cooper gowls and positions himself behind him to ensure that he's not reaching for a weapon. "Put the caps on the desk slowly. "

Hancock obeys and starts to straighten until he feels a hand on his back, pushing him down face first into the desk and Cooper's groin against his ass.

"What do ya s'pose yer punishment should be."

Hancock smirks "you did promise to split me open..."

"Well now, yer gonna stand right there, not movin a muscle unless I say ya can."

"Yes sir." Hancock is obedient

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Your face is hot and you can feel yourself starting to get wet. You shove your hand into your pants and start to swirl your fingers around your clit. Both ghouls notice immediately and let their hands wander your body.

"Ya like that doll?" Cooper says letting an ungloved hand grab your breast over your t-shirt while Hancock runs his fingers lightly over your thighs.

You hum in response.

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Cooper lifts Hancocks frock coat until the bottom is resting on his back and roughly unbuttons his pants allowing them to pool around his ankles.

"Stay." Cooper wanders the room checking drawers, nooks, crannies, and cabinets until he finds what he's looking for. A bottle of cooking oil. "Yer lucky I'm a gentleman. This kindness is more than ya deserve after what you pulled"

"Thank you sir."

He places himself behind Hancock again as he removes his gloves. After diping a finger into the oil he spreads his ass and begins to massage the other ghouls tight hole. Hancock moans loudly as Cooper let's a finger slide in and begins pumping it inside him. He slowly adds fingers, priming it for his own needs before bringing them back out.

"Get down on yer knees." Hancock does as he's told, now looking up at Cooper as he frees his erection from the constraints of his pants. Hancock immediately moves to take it greedily into his mouth, eager to please.

"Just couldn't wait ta get a taste could ya, ya lil whore" Hancock hums in agreement, taking all of Cooper's cock into his mouth.

Cooper places both hands on the back of Hancocks head and bucks into him slowly building speed with each thrust, watching his eyes water as the tip hits the back of his throat. Eventually he moves to stroke his own but is stopped, "tsk tsk, what did I say?" Cooper says disapprovingly. Immediately he corrects himself and moves his hands behind his back to avoid the temptation.

"That's it, good boy." He says with a moan, he stops with his cock fully embedded, "Are ya ready for yer punishment?" Hancock nods as much as he can with his mouth full of Cooper. With his member withdrawn he pulls Hancock up by his coat and bends him over the desk, pushing the frock coat out of his way once more.

He massages Hancock's asshole with the tip of his dick, slowly working it in, a long drawn out moan from each resounds.

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The ghouls have undressed you as you still lay across them. Hancock lazily teases your clit with his fingers while Cooper watches on, pinching your nipples. You're eyes are still fixed on the screen.

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Cooper grabs Hancocks hips and ruts into him hard and quick. The sounds of moans and skin slapping skin fills the room. Hancock claws at the desk in pleasure, every thrust is hitting home by the look on his face. He's flush with anticipation and need, clearly desperate to chase the high of climax.

"Sir," Hancock pants "can I cum, I'm so close..."

Cooper reaches around and holds the base of Hancocks cock and balls to prevent him from finishing, and whispers "No, ya can't."

He continues to fuck him hard until hes good and ready to spill inside of him. Cooper shudders as his rhythm is thrown off and he gives one last deep thrust, holding himself there for a moment. When he's finished he steps away, finally releasing Hancock.

"Alright, you were a good lil whore, go ahead." As soon as Cooper's hand leaves his member Hancock is unable to hold himself back and spills all over the floor and desk.

"If ya need anymore punishin', let me know." He says as he rights his clothing before grabbing the caps and leaving the room.

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The screen fades to black and you find yourself still being teased, "She's a dripping mess Coop." Hancock smiles

"Guess we're gonna have to take care of that now aren't we..."

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cyn-write · 7 months ago

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The Little Cecelia - Chapter 3: A Change in Tides

Summary - Every 100 years, the spirits of the Great Seven and their Rivals return. Sometimes, they attempt to right the wrongs of the past, get revenge, or relive the same story, but it all is the same - only one spirit gets their Happily Ever After. Azul has always been fascinated with the human world, which only intensified once he met a human girl, Grace Trien. He desires to become a Great Mage of both Land and Sea and to explore the human world and all its wonders with the Tweels and Grace by his side, but Prince Rielle is willing to do whatever it takes to stop the little Cecelia from getting his Happy Ending.

Chapter 3- After Seven years, a lot of things have changed. Azul has become the "Merchant of the Deep" and Grace has become a Lady of High Society, and their feelings have grown as well. Upon Grace's return, Azul is determined to confess his feelings but his plans change when Grace shares troubling news with the trio.

Prev - Master List

Pairing - Azul Ashengrotto x F!Oc (Grace Trein)

Tags/Warning - Pinning, Scheming, and Childhood Friends to Lovers!

Notes - After a long (unplanned) break, I've finally returned! Thank you everyone for your patience! This chapter took a long time to write but I hope you enjoy it as things start to heat up. Just an FYI: Grace Trein is based on my Oc Grace Wilde so if you want to learn more about her click the link, but you can replace her name when reading if you want to read it as Yuu or another name. This is only the third chapter of 11, so if you enjoy this and want to be tagged or have questions, please let me know! This is also on Ao3 if you want to follow it over there. Comments, likes, and Reblogs are appreciated!

Seven summers come and go like the shifting tides.

Azul spent his days and nights perfecting himself and his magic. He swore to become a powerful Mage and that he did. Every waking moment was spent studying every book in the grotto. From potions to spells, he had mastered his craft. In the midst of the magic books were books on business and trade which he poured over every night. In a few short summers, Azul had become a master merchant, selling potions and restored treasures.

The twins became Azul’s partners in crime and aided in growing his business. They helped him gather information and ingredients to use to his advantage. They found mermaids, mermen, and some truly desperate humans who had no one else to turn to and led them to his doors. In seven years, Azul had gone from being a whimpering no one to the mysterious and powerful “Merchant of the Deep.”

Despite his growing business, he still set aside time each night to talk to Grace. It was the part of his day he treasured most as he would put down his work and simply talk to the person he treasured most. Her voice would take him out of his business guise and remind him why he was doing all of this. She also became a business asset as she had a good understanding of finance and trade due to her schooling and training under her father. Azul often found himself running his plans by Grace and she would provide honest feedback or return the next day with information that would aid him.

Beyond business, the two would talk about anything under the sea. From books they read to random musings, these simple moments brought both out of their heads and let them just be. For a few moments they were not “The Merchant of the Deep” or “Lady Trein of High Society,” they could simply be Azul and Grace, two teens dreaming of a better future.

One conversation that would often lull them to sleep was the conversation of “what if…”

“I wish you could be here Azul,” Grace mused, “You would have loved it…”

“The more we talk the more I wish I was born human.” He would hum.

“Being human isn’t all its cracked up to be,” She would say, “If you’re born into the right station and gender, your fine. Honestly, I feel more like a bird than a person at times. All I’m supposed to do is sit pretty, speak when I’m spoken too… smile and nod as people talk about my worth... To be honest I wish I could have been born a mermaid, then I could swim away with you and the tweels.” She sounded like she was dreaming again, but they did that often.

“If you are born the right mer maybe… the sea is a dangerous place, and if you’re not the right kind of mer or swim into the wrong places… you could end up shark bait.” Azul had a dark tone to his voice, as much as he enjoyed picturing Grace as a Mer, he didn’t want her to face the monsters larking in the sea. “Besides, I think we can do better… We could run things. Create something that last centuries after we’re gone.”

“And what would that be? A potions business? Trade business?” Grace pondered, “I would love to create something, but sadly women of my status are not usually able to… We usually have to marry for wealth or diplomatic reasons and run our husband’s estate, birth heirs, and raise them to do the same… But I’m hoping to be different. Mama and Papa promised me when I was little that I would have a say in my hand and my future. They even promised that I would get the villa and part of the estate once he retires.”

“I hope so to…” Azul looked at the bracelet on his wrist and dream that the hand she would choose was his. “Do you ever wish you could just... run away from everything? Start somewhere new where no one knew who you were and could just…be?”

Grace was quiet for a moment. Azul thought he scared her away, but when she spoke again, it sent all three heart a flutter, “I would, if you would go with me.”

Ever since that conversation, Azul made it his mission to become human and be with her as more than a friend, but a partner.

Grace kept her promise and returned to the grotto each summer. The three short months she spent with them each year were filled with joy and fun. She showed them everything she learned at school and brought them a variety of land treasures (much to Floyd’s delight). She also taught them everything she could about life on land from human etiquette to fashion to food. By the time she left for her final year of schooling, the trio had a good grasp on the ins and outs of high land culture.

When the day came for Grace to finally return to the grotto, the three were anxious for her return for different reasons and Jade found it entertaining.

Floyd was impatiently waiting for Grace as he anticipated the gifts she promised to bring. How did he cope with the impatience and boredom? He messed with Azul who was a nervous wreck.

Azul was always a nervous wreck when Grace returned from boarding school, but this year it was amplified for a singular reason. Azul (after relentless Bullying from the Tweels) made a bet with the twins that was finally going to confess his feelings to Grace and present her with the human transformation potion he made. This “bet” amplified his nerves and the tweels found it entertaining to tease him about it.

By the time mid-day came around, Azul was pacing in the water and Floyd was trying to catch his tentacles as he passed. “Why isn’t she here yet?” Azul muttered, “She said she would be here by high noon. What if shes- AK! FLOYD!”

“hehehe~ I got Zuuul!” Floyd waved Azul’s captured tentacle around until Azul used that tentacle to slap him in the back of the head. “Owwie!”

“Azul you’re overthinking this, her Father is probably just keeping her.” Jade sat in the back corner of the cave re-reading one of the books Grace had given him years ago.

“I know. I know.” Azul muttered and returned to pacing, “But what if-“

“What if, What if, that’s all you’ve been saying for WEEKS.” Floyd dramatically flopped over Jade’s rock, “She’s a strong Shrimpy and any fish with eyes can see she’s liked you for YEARS!”

Jade nodded as he pushed his brother off his rock, “Besides, if you don’t tell her. We will. That’s the deal~”

Azul shook his head at the brothers’ antics. He knew they were right, but his hearts were still beating rapidly. Before Floyd could launch himself at Jade, the three heard the fast shifting of sand, shifting of fabric, and the signal whistle of their dear human.

Floyd shifted his launch towards the caves shore and bolted towards the entrance. Azul tried to calm his beating hearts as Grace entered the cave.

She certainly has grown over the years, but she has changed a lot over the last nine months. Her features had refined, her hair darkened to a golden hue, and her figure was no longer “boyish” (a term her brothers used to torment her) but full. She was even dressed differently from last summer. Instead of the flowing dresses and bows in her hair, she entered the cave in a structured summer dress, gloves, and woven sun hat.

“SHRIMPY!” Floyd launched himself onto the beach and into Grace’s outstretched arms.

“Floyd!” Grace kneeled so Floyd could give her his signature hug properly. “Oh, I’ve missed your squeezes!”

As she welcomed Floyd, Jade took his time crawling up the beach and was more gentlemanly in his greeting… until he pulled Floyd’s tail.

“Floyd, it’s rude to hog attention.” He reprimanded his brother with a teasing smile.

“Hey!” Floyd lost his balance and fell back, loosening his grip on Grace just in time for Jade to steal her.

“Ahh! Jade!” Grace laughed as she fell into his embrace. “I’ve missed you too!”

“Welcome Home, Grace,” Jade said, helping Grace steady herself as she stood up.

Azul never felt more self-conscious then when he made his way onto the shore to greet Grace. His arms felt weighted, his stomach felt bloated, he could feel all his imperfections highlighted on his body. The guppies in his stomach swam rapidly as she finally stood and looked his way. She set down her basket and walked over to Azul with arms open and bright smile.

Azul felt his lips turn up as he wrapped his arms around her and she returned his embrace, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” She gave him a quick squeeze before stepping back, hands in his. Her bright eyes scanned his figure and she looked at him in awe, “You’ve certainly changed though! Look at you!” She smiled so brightly. “You look wonderful, Azul, truly you hard work has paid off!”

Azul felt the guppies settle and his cheeks warm, “You’ve changed a lot yourself. This is certainly a new look.”

“Thank you,” Grace smiled. He lifted a hand for her to spin and she did with a laugh, “Ever since my birthday, Father has insisted I dress ‘properly.’ Honestly, I never thought I would say this but father has been exhausting.” She shook her head. “Actually, that’s why I’m late.”

Azul’s worry resurfaced and he squeezed her hand still in his. “What’s going on?”

“It’s a long story,” Grace’s smile returned, and she said, “We should get settled first before I get into that mess. Why don’t I give you your gifts first before Floyd tares my basket?”

“Too late,” Azul nodded over to Floyd and Jade already shuffling through her discarded basket. Her blanket, snacks, and some books were already spread around them with Jade placing the objects to the side before Floyd threw them in his search for the gifts.

Grace just shook her head at the two and chuckled, “What am I going to do with you two?”

Floyd’s head shot up from his search and said, “Hand over the shinnies!”

Azul let himself genuinely laugh for the first time in what felt like years. He followed Grace as she spread out her picnic blanket and settled on it. Floyd had all of her attention as she reached into her skirt pockets and brought out three wrapped items. “I guess, I guess.” Floyd reached for them but Grace quickly moved them out of reach. “Na-ah-ah! Patience Floyd! You’d think you would’ve learned after last year!”

“How many times do I have say sorry!” Floyd whined as Jade held his brother back.

“Once more as always.” Jade gave Floyd the stink eye. Last year Grace got Jade a terrarium with small figurines of woodland creatures and Floyd ended up breaking it in his search for his gift. She got Jade another and Floyd felt terrible, but Jade still holds it over his head whenever he can.

Grace handed the objects to them one at a time starting with Jade. She gave him a small jar shaped object which he delicately unwrapped to Floyd’s dismay, “There was a small shop in town that finds these, I described your fascinations to him and the shopkeep assured me you would like this!” Inside the package was a clear glass jar terrarium with rotting wood inside dotted with small white umbrellas, “He said since they are already growing, as long as you keep them in dark, moist places they should keep growing.”

Jade’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the jar. He looked like a child given a seabunny during Winterfest. He gingerly placed the jar down before giving Grace a hug. “Thank you.” He said softly, letting a few happy trills slip through. “It’s perfect.”

“Ya, ya, you got plants gimmie mine!!” Floyd pouted and his tail twitched in annoyance. Grace giggled at his childlike annoyance.

“Alright, hold your horses,” Grace said as she picked up a small rectangular object. The moment it grazed Floyd’s skin, he snatched it and shredded the wrapping paper. “I saw this in a traveling shop and had to get it for you!” The rectangular object was a case and inside the case was a small instrument, “It’s called a harmonica! You blow into this side and it makes music!”

Floyd picked up the instrument and smiled wide, “A LAND SNARFLUCS!” He put it to his lips and blew a few notes, rolling his tail in glee. After sliding it across his lip a few times, Floyd put the harmonica down and wrapped Grace in a big squeeze. “THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! Mom never let me keep these!”

“Ya. Thanks a lot.” Azul sighed knowing he will never know peace again.

“Don’t worry, I got you and Jade earplugs too.” Grace said, patting Floyds back as she returned the squeeze.

Once Floyd let Grace go so he could admire his new shiny, she finally turned to Azul. Azul way always the last to receive his gift, and he was fine with it. He liked to think it was because she was saving the best for last. Grace took out a slim case and handed it to him.

“I know you don’t need these, but when I saw them I couldn’t help but think of you.” Grace said as Azul took the wrapped case. He unwrapped it and felt the smooth leather of the case on his fingers, tracing the Bell logo imprinted lid. When he opened the case and saw a pair of round spectacles. The golden frames were decorated simply with a white chain connecting the two ends so the seer my put them down for a moment without losing them. They were a simple, sleek, ordinary pair of frames, but the fact that she thought of him when she saw them made his hearts beat faster.

“Go ahead, put them on! I want to see how you look!” Grace said as she reached into her pocket for her hand mirror.

Azul did as she asked and put on the spectacles. There were clear lenses so he could see his image in the mirror clearly. He looked… older, more sophisticated, like the merchants in stories. It felt odd to look at the reflection, his reflection. The person staring back looked like him, but with confidence and charm.

He looked up to ask her thoughts and Grace was blushing. Her mouth was slightly ajar and she was flush. When their eyes met, she held his gaze. That is one thing Azul always admired, she always looked him in the eyes.

“S-see. I knew they would look good on you,” She said softly as she put the mirror away.

Azul smirked at her remark, “You’ve always had impeccable taste.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Grace chuckled and shook her head, “that’s a rare opinion according to my brothers and their wives. They’ve criticized my every move since I’ve returned.”

“Speaking of, why don’t we return to the subject of your tardiness?” Azul said, settling beside Grace, spectacles still on. “What happened?”

She sighed and picked at her gloves, removing them as she spoke, “The short explanation is… a lot happened while I was gone leading to father pushing my debut.” Azul felt his hearts stop. Her Debut? Doesn’t that mean… no. Grace continued as she picked at her dress. “The Long of it is… complicated.”

Azul’s tentacle moved its way to her mid-back and his hand covered hers, “I can take complicated.”

Grace sighed and the tweels turned their attentions away from their gifts as she spoke. “While I was at school, apparently my brothers and their wives decided to squander their portion of the family fortune and their dowries. Against my advisement, Father has housebound them and limited their spending ability, but by that point they had already made a sizable dent in the coffers. He doesn’t want to strain our people more than he has to so Father has turned to other methods of regaining funds.” She squeezed Azul’s hand for reassurance as she continued, “He is holding my debut ball the Friday. The invitations were sent out already, and this morning while I was getting my gown tailored, Father gave me the rundown of the ‘most suitable candidates’ attending. Apparently, I must choose a husband at this ball or else.” She laced her fingers through his, holding it close as tears threatened her eyes, “When I reminded him of the promise, he said I did have a choice, but it must be made by the end of the ball or else its moot…” She started shaking.

There was a thick silence between the four. Azul’s tentacle wrapped around her midsection in a comforting hug. “So, you’ll be engaged by Saturday?”

She placed her free hand on top of the tentacle and rubbed her thumb along his skin, “According to father I should be… but it is still my choice. A-and who knows, I could meet the one. A plethora of fairytale romances happen that way…” She looked him in the eyes as she said this. She was looking for reassurance, to convince herself that everything will be okay. “Maybe… my Prince Charming will come sweep me off my feet.”

That’s when it hit him. A plan. A glorious, beautiful plan. His tentacles slithered as it formed and Grace caught on to him.

“What?” She asked, “I know that twinkle in your eye, you’re scheming.”

“I certainly am,” Azul ran the rudimentary plan in his mind and there were some kinks, but it should work. “It’s risky, but it just might work.”

“Ooooo! This is gonna be fun,” Floyd said chuckling.

“Mind sharing?” Jade asked slithering to the water.

Azul’s tentacle’s started drawing out a plan in the sand, “Your Father said you just had to chose a suitor correct? He never said it had to be from his list, correct?”

“Technically, yes. Where are you going with this?” Grace asked, curiosity twinkling in her eyes.

“Well, if you already had a suitor with wealth. You could hold off your father for a while until you decide to marry.” Azul offered up.

“That would be wonderful, except father would want to meet the mysterious suitor and know why it is being delayed.” Grace said.

Azul had to take a deep breath before he said the next part, “Didn’t you say you wanted us to meet him one day?”

“You mean-”

“Around 11 o’clock on the night of the party. You will introduce your father to me as your…Chosen Fiancé. I have enough gold and treasure to appease him for a long time. The excuse will be we are waiting till I finish a human transformation potion so I can be with you on land. If your father is the man you say he is, then that should hold him for at least a season. Enough time for you to truly chose someone to marry.” He took both her hands in his and squeezed them, “As I said, its risky, but it just might work. But I won’t do anything without your approval.”

Grace returned the squeeze and looked at him with those lovely green eyes, “Are you sure? This could put you and the tweels in so much danger. And I-”

“I-we care about you and your happiness. There is no need to worry about us. We can handle the danger.” Azul’s tentacle came up and caressed her cheek, “You mean the world to us, and we will do anything for your happiness.” Azul felt his face heat up and he turned away to look at the tweels smirking at him, “isn’t that right?”

Thankfully, the tweels played along. “Ya! We’d do anything for our shrimpy!”

“We are happy to help a dear friend~”

Grace looked at the tweels then turned back to Azul, “Promise me you’ll keep me in the loop, and stay safe?”

Azul nodded, “I promise.”

She sighed and a sly smile grew on her face, “Well then, I guess we should flesh out this plan then, shouldn’t we?”

The rest of the evening, Grace, Azul, Jade, and Floyd developed the plan down to the minute. Every move was plotted out and obstacles considered. By the time the sun touched the sea, they had a foolproof plan prepared for the ball.

After Grace left, Jade approached Azul whispered, “What are you truly planning Azul? I’ve never seen you make a one-sided deal like this before.”

“Oh, that’s where your wrong, Jade.” Azul smirked as one tentacle brought up a golden glowing potion to his eyes, “Once this deal is done, not only will I have won our bet, but I will have everything I’ve ever wanted in my grasp.” He turned to Floyd trying out his harmonica, “Floyd, I think its time we pay Sam a visit. I’m going to need a suit for Friday’s ball.”

“Hehehe, I knew this was gonna be fun~” Floyd’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“It certainly will,” Azul peaked around the cave and gazed at the manor lights. There his dearest pearl was having dinner with her family, unbeknownst to her that her Prince Charming would sweep her off her feet at the ball, and right into his tentacles.

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ladystormcrow · 10 days ago

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Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thank you so much for the tag, @les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques, and I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long to answer it! I've been in a writing slump for the last few months (for both personal and external reasons), but I've started writing again recently (trying to get back into my old groove of at least 500 words a day), so I feel like I can answer this in good conscience.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Nine at the moment, plus four others on FFN that I still haven't transferred over.

What's your total AO3 word count?

208,006

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Katabasis

Trio Sonata

Mine

I'll Keep You

Imprints In Time

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do try to, though sometimes I fall behind or choke on what to say; I feel bad when I find myself struggling to respond to a long, thoughtful comment with anything better than "thank you, glad you enjoyed!". I realize it's never too late, though, so I'm hopeful I'll be able to catch up on responses in the future!

(The only time I've ever deliberately not responded to comments is when I was aware that the person who sent them was a piece of shit who I didn't want to engage with, but thankfully that's only happened once or twice. Very much a "your approval fills me with shame" moment for me.)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Imprints In Time. It's a backstory fic for Madame Giry that ends with her estranged from her family and culture, recently widowed, and on the verge of being forced to retire from the ballet career she's worked so hard for, and thus deciding to help Erik make his start as the Opera Ghost (which we the audience know is going to end in more tragedy).

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

It's technically not finished yet (there's still an epilogue chapter to come), but I'd say Katabasis has a quite a happy ending: the dead have been sent to a peaceful rest, the exiled urSkeks have saved their planet and will be able to change their society for the better (and keep other urSkeks from harming Thra in the future), and Jen and Kira have gone from being the last of their kind to the adoptive parents of several dozen Gelfling children who will be a new beginning for their species.

Do you write crossovers?

I'm very much open to doing so, but so far I haven't, mostly because the fandoms I currently write for don't lend themselves well to combining universes. The closest I've come is the Les Miserables reference I included in Chapter 5 of Trio Sonata (or the SWAT Kats/Redwall fic I started but never finished when I was 15, but the less said about that, the better!)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really, no. The closest I've come is someone who complained they were disappointed that Agony and Ecstasy featured skekSa as the one topping during sex; I simply added a tag that made that clear and left it at that.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I didn't used to, but I've gotten more confident about both writing it and sharing it publically over the years (my experiences in the Tumblr RP scene helped a lot with that). The first fic I ever posted where sex was explicit rather than implied was Mine, which was a pretty standard wedding night consummation story (well, except for the part where one of the pair is an elderly hermaphroditic bird alien), but after that, I branched out quite a bit with Agony and Ecstasy (I'm pretty vanilla in my own sex life, so writing about characters having a BDSM session with cutting, bloodplay, and other kinks that I'm not personally into while still making it appealing to an audience was an interesting challenge).

Currently, Trio Sonata is my first experience of trying to weave sex into the plot of a longer story, rather than just a standalone smut fic, and I'm really trying to make sure that the smut is in character and serves to move the plot forward and develop the characters (not that I've got anything against smut for smut's sake, it's just not what I want to write for this story).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, though I've helped other writers with brainstorming and suggestions before (and they've helped me in return). I'm open to it, though.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh man, don't make me choose! I'm pretty flexible when it comes to shipping as long as it's written well, so there are a lot that I like, even multiple ones with the same character. But if I have to narrow it down, I will say that I still love Megamind/Roxanne Ritchi after 14 years since the movie, and I also don't forsee my love for Erik/Christine/Raoul fading any time soon.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I started my own fanficverse for Megamind in 2011 with Life Is What Happens, and got partway through the sequel, The Storm and the Stars, before I stopped writing.

I always had meant to come back to that ficverse, but I now realize that's probably never going to happen, for two reasons. The first is that my own political and social views have changed enough since then that I'd have to completely rewrite parts of the story (for example, one of the main OCs is a former police officer, and I wasn't a believer in ACAB back then). The second is that the Megamind Rules TV series exists now, and both fills in the timeline when my fics took place and includes a number of the same key story elements, so I feel like there isn't really room for my fics in the fandom sandbox anymore (especially since most of my friends are fans of the TV show, and I really am happy that they enjoy it, even if it's not to my taste).

What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm pretty good at descriptions, especially giving a strong sense of characters and places in just a few lines, and coming up with interesting plots.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not so good at character introspection, especially angst and romance. I worry about bogging down the flow of the story and falling into telling rather than showing, and that it won't be interesting or believable to the audience.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it can be effective if it's just one or two lines, especially if it helps convey character or setting, but it should be used sparingly and only if you're sure of the translation.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I've toyed with the idea of writing an AU for Imprints In Time where Erik doesn't leave France after his fight with Antoinette, and they repair their friendship and eventually become a couple, which changes a lot of events that would otherwise have happened in canon (no Persia, for starters, unless it's under very different circumstances). I've also pondered an alternate OT3 involving Pharoga plus Madame Giry, but that's probably never going past pondering.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

At this point, it's a tie between Katabasis and Trio Sonata. I've mentioned it before, but they have a lot of the same basic story elements (hero and villain have to team up against an outside threat, which leads to them bonding and the villain becoming a better person), and since those are some of my favorite tropes, it's probably inevitable they'd be my favorite fics.

I shall tag: @cornistasiathecoblinking, @chaifootsteps, @locksnek, @musicalhell, and @flagbridge, plus anyone else who'd like to answer!

#crow writes a thing #tag game

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themissinghand · 2 years ago

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Dr Stone: Young and Free

Requested by: @yumiko0987

Summary: In which Stanley and Xeno meets a Walking Encyclopedia that can stand side-by-side with them. Or a duo becomes a trio, and the puzzle pieces fit together.

Or Stanley falls in deep.

Pairing: Stanley Snyder x Female! Reader!

Note: Takes place in Xeno and Stanley's childhood, way before the petrification happened. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Spoilers for the characters, but no plot. For anime watchers, don't search up Xeno or Stanley if you don't want to be spoiled!

Stanley has always been smart.

Top of the class in both academics and physical capability, he was the perfect kid that everyone praised.

Rather than feeling burdened by his excellence, he was proud of his work and proud of himself for his own accomplishments.

So when the new semester of school came, Stanley continued to work hard as he’d always been.

“I’m handing back the test.”

Everyone always watches the teacher to see who he’s going to return the first test to. After all, the first one to get it back is always the highest scorer.

So of course, Stanley anticipates getting his test back first.

“Xeno.”

Stanley immediately turned around in shock, it was someone he never saw in his class before. For the first time, his name wasn’t called first, and someone else got a higher score than him.

“Stanley.”

When Stanley got his test back, he swore to work harder to be the best once more.

“Xeno.”

Is that guy Einstein? What the hell?!

No matter what Stanley did, Xeno was always one step ahead.

Sure he was superior in gym class (Xeno couldn’t even compare) but was Xeno’s head made of books? How is he able to get a perfect score on every test?

He had to be cheating. There’s no way!

“Xeno and Stanley.”

But Stanley didn’t feel the same satisfaction as before.

Damn!

“Looks like both of us got a perfect score, Stanley. How elegant.” Also, why does he speak like he’s an old man?

Stanley approached Xeno, curiosity burning in his eyes.

"Hey, Xeno," he started, standing before him, "How do you do it? How do you know so much about everything?"

Xeno blinked then smiled, recognizing Stanley's genuine curiosity.

"I've always had an insatiable thirst for knowledge," he confessed, and Stanley’s already wondering what ‘insatiable’ means.

"But for me, it's about understanding the world around us. There’s so many unsolved mysteries and things that we as humans don’t understand. I just want to explore it all…isn’t it exciting? To find the answers to the questions that even scientists can’t solve?"

That when Stanley realized that Xeno wasn’t someone like him, no, he was much better than Stanley. Xeno was looking far far into the future, somewhere that Stanley cannot even imagine.

It’s childish and stupid now that Stanley thought of it, while he was competing with Xeno, Xeno had much bigger plans.

Ha. Stanley couldn’t help but admit it, Xeno is smart, much smarter than he will ever be.

Even so, Stanley couldn’t help but stick to him because he was curious to see where Xeno is going to be in the future, and he wanted to be beside him to see it.

“Stanley, look!”

“Run you idiot!” Stanley had to pull Xeno out from the explosives’ range not once, but three times.

“How elegant, if only we could use the lab…”

“Come on, let’s break in.” Stanley suggests, and although they were caught in the end, it was most definitely worth it seeing the science teacher get dosed with eggs and vinegar.

Days become weeks and weeks become years. Now both were in their high school years where they truly became inseparable.

While Xeno remained at the top of every class, Stanley still had him beat in any physical activity. They never felt jealous of the other (okay, sometimes), but they worked as a duo for everything, from experiments to learning about the unknown, and to pranking others for revenge. It was a great time.

One day, a foreign student joined the class in the middle of a semester.

“Hello, my name is (Y/N), and I hope to get along with everyone.”

(Y/N) definitely stood out with her foreign looks and her Japanese background. Despite her differences, she easily fit in with everyone, in fact, she was captivating the entire school with her intelligence and charm.

Not only was she hard working, kind, and social, she had no issues in trying out new things, or even introducing her culture to them.

As well, for the first time, another person stood side by side with Xeno in the STEM competition.

“How elegant. It’s a pleasure to another smart and curious individual, (Y/N).” She smiled and shook the extended hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine Dr. Xeno.” She jokes lightly, gaining an amused laugh from Xeno, “It’s nice to finally meet the famous Einstein-reincarnate.

Seeing both of them on stage, Stanley was suddenly reminded that he was not part of that picture.

Damn.

To think he would feel like this during such a happy occasion for Xeno…

“This is Stanley, my best friend who has helped me with my experiments, and someone I could not imagine without.” When Xeno introduced him to (Y/N) with such respect, Stanley’s self-depreciation seemed to melt away.

Stanley should feel ashamed of himself really.

That’s right, Xeno never thought of him as someone under him, but as his equal.

“Nice to meet you Stanley.” (Y/N) reached out her hand with a polite smile, and when he shook her hand, she continued, “It’s a pleasure to meet the Football King at school.”

“Wha-” Stanley initially cringed, but felt embarrassed when Xeno chuckled and looked at him with a look of amusement.

“Well, Dr. (Y/N) isn’t incorrect at all. Isn’t that right, Football King?” Stanley twitched a brow at the name. While they aren’t wrong, it sounded way too corny.

“Ha…to think I’m getting bullied by the Einstein-reincarnate and the Walking Encyclopedia. This world is coming to an end.”

When both of them laughed at his jab, Stanley was both surprised and relieved.

Sure, his Football King title was going to be a thing, but so is Einstein-reincarnate and Walking Encyclopedia.

(For a long long time)

After their conversation since the STEM competition, (Y/N) easily joined their group as the “third wheeler” as she would say often.

Her addition to the team was so natural that it felt like she was there the entire time. She was like another Xeno, but at least her explanations sounded like English most of the time.

Of course, there were times where she would scream in Japanese out of anger, but that’s all Xeno’s fault.

Stanley’s just making sure everyone is alive.

It was really fun with another person in the group.

Xeno seemed more energetic with another intellectual mind by his side, and Stanley felt more included in the conversation as she patiently explained everything in simpler terms.

Through the ups and downs, of pranks and achievements, they stayed together as a group.

Just like that, a duo became a trio.

Before they knew it, they became roommates that lived under one roof.

“Hey Stan the man, I need you for a second.”

“(Y/N), it’s literally 12am, what the hell?” Stanley was rudely pulled out of bed one night after his final championship football games. It was a long and competitive game but he and his team managed to win.

As the quarterback on the team, he naturally played a big part in the victory, and he is currently not alive enough to deal with his best friends’ shenanigans.

“C’mon, trust me, you don’t want to miss this.” (Y/N) dragged him down the stairs, though almost falling due to his weight.

“I sure can.” Stanley yawned, “This better be quick.”

“Yea yea, I got it, Football King.”

When bright lights blinded him in the kitchen, Stanley got hit with a bunch of balloons and cheers.

“Look who’s here, Mister Football King!”

“Who says you can sleep by yourself you asshole!”

“What the f-” A large glass of beer was shoved into his face.

“If it weren’t for our Football King here, we wouldn’t have clutched at the end, cheers to our King!”

It took a moment for Stanley to process everything, but when he finally came to be, his world erupted with bright colourful lights, loud cheers, head bumps, high fives, and alcohol splattering all over him.

“Hey, if it wasn’t for the Walking Encyclopedia to suggest this, we wouldn’t be able to break in so easily with Einstein’s traps everywhere!”

(Y/N) simply grinned smugly, whereas Xeno rolled his eyes (but Xeno was smiling regardless).

“Hey, whoever drinks the most shots gets $500!” (Y/N) started and it riled up all the guys, including Stanley.

The next thing they knew everyone was absolutely wasted including Xeno, who somehow got drunk from drinking very little.

“I didn’t know you drink this much. Damn.” Stanley winced from his pounding headache as he lay on the countertop. Across from him was (Y/N) who was doing the same.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was all over the place, making her seem like a crazy cat lady.

“Call it a tie? Half half?” While Stanley wanted to win due to his competitive nature, he knew that he would die if he drank any more.

“Fine.” She laughed as her eyes became dazed.

“Hehe, you’re one of us okay~?” She drowsily said, then put one hand on his head to touch his hair.

Stanley was surprised at her sudden bold move, as (Y/N) is not one to hug or touch so carelessly. She would always wait for them to initiate the gesture before she would return them.

But perhaps she is as drunk as him, and both didn’t care about anything in the world, so he let her play with his hair.

“Pretty…” She whispered, and Stanley felt embarrassment rush to his cheeks, especially if she complimented him looking like that.

“You know…you’re one of us right?” She pushes his forehead slightly, making him roll back a bit.

“Just because Xeno is Einstein, and just because I’m good at some things~ You are crazy smart too, and you can play football~ To me, you’re the best!”

She gave him a thumbs up before she giggles stupidly.

“So don’t look at us like some lost puppy m’kay? Xeno loves you! And I like you very very much.”

Stanley’s mind is running at a million miles per hour, was this a confession? Who knew (Y/N) was so open and careless when she was drunk!?

Then she put a finger to his lips and winked.

“It’s a secret okay?”

Before she could say anything, she fell asleep, leaving Stanley alone to process what the heck just happened.

But, he doesn’t dislike this feeling, after all, he was familiar with it.

Since the moment their duo became a trio, he had always respected and admired her for her patience. She always made sure he was included in their talks, and made sure to make Xeno try out some of the things that Stanley liked to do.

She was like a connecting puzzle piece, something that bridged the gap that Xeno and Stanley had.

“Idiot.” He poked her forehead with a drunk smile, and hoped that when they wake up tomorrow, they would remember.

The next morning, when it smelled like vomit and smelly socks, he woke up facing (Y/N) who was sleeping peacefully beside him.

Remembering last night, his face flushed in embarrassment, and he quickly hid his face in case his team mates saw him.

“Oh Stan, I can see that you’re awake.” Stanley slowly turned to face the smirking Xeno freaking Houston Wingfield who sat on the stool like he knew everything.

“So?” Xeno took a sip from his mug with a smug expression. At this point, Stanley knew there was no point in hiding.

“Shut up. Pass me water.” Stanley stood up, noticing that some of his teammates left, but some were still knocked out.

Xeno obeyed, his expression unchanging, as if waiting for him to say something.

“Fine. You win.” Stanley gives Xeno $250 grumpily, and the other takes it without any hesitation.

“I told you, she would confess first. Scientifically speaking, (Y/N) is more bold and-”

“Whatever.”

Xeno still had a look on his face, as if he’s saying “really?”.

“So Stanley, my dear friend, when is it going to be official? I cannot bear to see this crush of yours last for eons.”

“Shut up, I’ll confess soon.” Stanley looks away with his arms soon. His eyes soon naturally went to the sleeping girl on the floor.

Stanley let out a laugh and shook his head before walking over to her. He knelt down and covered her with one of his jackets and sighed.

“What am I going to do with you? Let’s hope you remember what you said, Walking Encyclopedia.”

When (Y/N) woke up, let’s just say that she had a pleasant surprise, but was it really?

When she remembers everything, and needless to say, maybe she had run out of patience too.

And Xeno?

He suddenly became the third wheeler that (Y/N) always joked about.

#manga #anime #anime and manga #dr stone spoilers #dr stone #drst #stanley snyder #xeno houston wingfield #au #childhood #stanley snyder x reader #female reader #fanfic #high school #dr stone fluff

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teletunkie · 2 months ago

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Tgcf mall au related words ⬇️

•San Niang sucks on her own hair as a nervous habit.

She probably has other ones but hair sucking is extra pathetic and makes her hair gross and crunchy sometimes and she’d kill herself if Xie Lian ever found out. Xie Lian, in reality, would not mind and would just be concerned about what was upsetting her San Niang.

•Beefleaf are t4t in this au

We’ve theorized that the “switching of fates” concept could be applied here as He Xuan having waited years on a waitlist for her bottom surgery only for swd to place one call and have sqx’s top surgery on that day instead. Just a theory, a game theory.

•San Niang and He Xuan have both been to juvie

San Niang probably for breaking and entering into the Xie family’s home after they fled/were killed followed by threat of a deadly weapon or something. Whatever makes her sentence 6 or so years long

He Xuan was framed by Shi Wudu but the specifics of the crime don’t really matter yknow… just important to note that she gets out when she’s 18

•San Niang is usually “cool and suave” (to Xie Lian, to everyone else she’s a jackass and kind of weird/disturbed) but very desperately wants to be Jiejie’s pet… hence the collar.

Puppy/kitty/fox girl-mode San Niang tends to sleep at the foot of the bed because it’s awesome for everyone’s boner that way… she is very embarrassed about being pathetic and soggy in front of Jiejie initially but it’s okay Xie Lian likes it and thinks it’s very cute

•Qi Rong is a rave-goer who… idk I’d have to come up with a 2006 version of “Night Touring Green Lantern” because that’s crazy but I’ve chosen to represent this with her and her camp exclusively using green glow sticks… yah.

Guzi is a just a lil gal and that’s awesome. Qi Rong probably dresses her in adult tshirts she’s stolen from other RVs….

•Chu Wanning and Mo Ran are in this au and they aren’t R63

Chu Wanning is both He Xuan and Hua Cheng’s…. Social worker? I don’t remember the specific title we gave him but yes he’s helped them get their an apartment and has also very sweetly tried to furnish it for them but he has no eye for aesthetic so it’s just a bunch of mismatched stuff. He Xuan probably doesn’t mind much and is grateful, San Niang is an asshole and is probably less grateful but won’t say anything… she’ll just refurnish the place herself when she’s got the money. Chu Wanning really cares about both of them though and is such a sweetheart everyone say thank you chu wanning 😭 it probably helps a lot that neither girl minds how standoffish and awkward he is… have you met them?

Mo Ran works at the footlocker with Feng Xin and they are PALS who HANG OUT WITH EACHOTHER ON THE WEEKEND/AFTER WORK. Individually they’ll probably give you decent customer service and send you home with a nice pair of shoes, together they will give you the makeover montage experience of a life time. Watch as two geniuses collaborate to have you walking outta there with the freshest shoes one can imagine. Mo Ran is probably a few years older than the Xianle trio and is just a cool guy… our txj tie in is that he’s also a massive sneaker head who gets into shady sneaker dealings…when that man puts his SnapBack on…you better watch yourself 😨 Mu Qing hates him and is very bothered that Feng Xin hangs out with him instead of her at times… the thing is is that they’re dog-coded so ofc they’re best of buds. We also had a conversation about Mu Qing being horrible to Chu Wanning because of course her rude judgemental ass would be but I really don’t remember the specifics… Anyways Mo Ran and Chu Wanning get to experience two very different sides of the tgcf crowd’s nonsense and definitely spill the hot goss over dinner every night

That’s kind of it for now… I spent way too long scrolling through dms to find specific scenarios we’ve discussed but couldn’t find what I was looking for so I’m sleepy tired now…. Feel free to ask questions, though I warn you that the au is at times dead dove and to proceed with some caution if that’s not your jam.

#mall au

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chiquititaosita · 2 years ago

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Hi!!

I just loved your writing! I rlly wish(as a latina too) that you could write the monter trio with a y/n that is teaching them to dance piseiro (brazilian dance)

I think it would be pretty cool actually 😫💞

bear note 🤩🤩 pillali! (Hello in nahuatl) Tlazohcamati (thank you so much) thank you so much for your request this made my day. I really love to give diversity to latine community. Because as a latine and an indigenous (mexica and huestaco descent) i want to see how y/n will be come into life. But I thought you’d never ask my love :> it may take me a bit because ill be researching when it comes to culture appreciation and not appropriation.

Context: much like the quebradora (the break in español) its almost similar to pisero. It kinda contains the same movements but lots of hips moving on both dance partners. Sometimes there are lifts and spins and turns enjoy!!!

Cw: slight nsfw (suggestive).

Monster trio learning to do Piseiro (dance) with Brazilian (latina) s/o (latine reader)

post type: headcannon

pairing: luffy x reader, zoro x reader, sanji x reader

reader: Latina reader

Luffy

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-“ no wait wait! You gotta do this.” you show him the foot work again and corrected him once more

-instantly would drop you if he saw a rack of meat. then immediately apologize after.

-no ifs or buts. It’s canon

- “HYAHHAAHA!!”

- “and spinnnnn!!!” He’s gonna want to be spun around too. Which he does.

- you’ll be falling on your butt 💀

- ngl luffy dances better in the dirt than on tile floors.

- again he uses his hips to try and get in sync with you. But it doesn’t add up sometimes

-“ how are you doing this? Lu?”

-“easy by using my gomu gomu hip moves!” It’s giving very much washing machine moves

-“and dip you to the floorr!!!” It’s so cute to watch him show you what he learned from you! Especially IF YALL DANCED AT CARNIVAL OMGGGGGGG 🤩🤩🤩🤩

-epic show stoppers

-he’ll definitely step on your toes unintentionally. HE DONT EVEN KNOW HOW STRONG HIS GRIPPERS ARE!

-unfortunately dry humping happens to you. If You’ll look miserable nami and robin will try to rescue you :)

-You’ll both most likely dance barefoot because it helps luffy get stimulated and used to it. (If does wear shoes, from what i see he DONT)

- “yeah!- we did this move where I pick up y/n and let her fly a bit! And I kinda grab her how she grabs my hair when I eat he-“ it was the only you could explain it to him.

-“ LUFFY! CALA A BOCA!!” Nami and sanji will smack him for you.

-“SHISHISHI you love me and you know it y/n channn!!!”

Zoro

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCV4cjo/ < reference

-“absolutely not!!!”

-“I’m not doing it.”

-“THIS!! IS!! BULLSHIT!! !”

- CHINGOW GÜEY!

-So getting zoro to do piseiro , he had to have at least 5 drinks worth of sake to get it in his system.

- but teaching him was actually not too bad

-“Why are you doing it this way?”

-“isn’t it easier this way, it just makes this so complicated!!!!”

-since he can only see with one eye it’s a little bit harder for him (if it was pre time skip, that’d be a major difference) it’s just that he doesn’t want you to get hurt

-poor moss heads hips are too stiff

-“ow OW! zoro! That’s my foot.” You huff in frustration.

-“what I’m sorry!-.”

- he’s going try and carry you at least once. It won’t go well at least in your eyes.

-but it goes well in his eyes.

-“and dip? And dip.”He’ll just mutter in the back of his mind. Thinking in the back of his mind.

-“I’m surprised you’re not even complaining.” You whisper into his ear as he blushed

-“ I can’t let that bastard cook take my woman on the dance floor now can I?”

- Shaking your hips damn girl, he attempts to cover your ass if you’re ever like about to shake whatcha mama gave ya, he’s like “NOPE!!!! NOPE! THATS MINE!!”

-he’s a softie for sure when it comes to the love of his life.

- if y’all do the spins, y’all are for sure gonna get lost, but luckily you find y’all’s way back (y’all wouldn’t even be that far away)

Sanji

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbTJkrb/ <reference

-an absolute menace

- seriously, he’s gonna be dead the minute you start shaking your ass

-ussopp and chopper almost had to resuscitate him and do chest compressions.

-THE AMOUNT OF NOSE BLEEEDS THIS MAN GOES THROUGH

-His hips don’t lie and that’s on period

- I’ll say that he loves to watch you smile and dance

-ass grabber indeed.

-“Y/n!!! You should teach some more moves like this in private like in your bed room!”

-“y/n-chwannnn!!!!~ y-your ass it’s on m-my.”

-will immediately take you to another room to strictly eat you out

#one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #once piece fluff #Luffy x reader #bears chisme♡︎#bears chisme <3 #bears asks ✍︎︎#bear reblogs✫#one piece x reader #⋆˚✿˖° osita’s chisme time #zoro x reader #sanji x fem reader #sanji x latina reader #luffy x you #luffy x latina reader #zoro x latina reader

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owmylasagna-blog · 1 year ago

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So, what's the real appeal in Ed/May? I see that this popular, but over all the show I see aproximately zero positive moments/development between them, including in the finale. Nothing positive, I can't think of anything that wasn't one-sided or outright negative. And I think Ed deserves faaar better than her; I don't see him just forgeting all she made and sudenly falling in love with her (fanfics where they're just dating out of nowhere specially irks me) without any explanation or development.

The appeal seems just ''pair the dumb/goofy ones'' (why not Ed/Nazz? Or Ed/Rolf? Or even Ed/Jonny?)

Honestly, I'm under the impression people only ship it as a Beta Couple for Edd/Eddy, and nothing else more. Your reasoning?

Wow I’m actually pretty glad I got this question because I’ve had a half baked post on this very subject that’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks. Now I have a reason to actually share it.

And from the jump, no I don’t ship Ed and May solely because I’m an eddeddy shipper. I actually see some interesting potential here! I also ship Ed wildly because he’s just a lover boi in my mind. Perhaps even most wildly out of the entire cast of the show: I have the receipts for dabbling in edrolf and ednazz but I can really only imagine those pairings as little flings.

So what is it about edmay that works?

Of the three Kanker sisters, May actually seems to be the only one to genuinely have a crush on her preferred Ed. It goes beyond the typical taunting and harassing her sisters subject the other Eds to. The intro to Hanky Panky Hullabaloo is a prime example of this: May makes a mushy valentine and Marie and Lee make fun of her for it. Afterwards the two talk about May behind her back: “Now we know who got mom’s genes.” “Hormones”. I think it's an interesting summary of how the sisters have differing perspectives on relationships and how they think about boys/men. While Marie and Lee are more disenchanted by romance, they see May as more naive and prone to getting emotionally attached in the same way their mom probably falls for one disappointing man after another. Anyway, the point is that I think May cares whether Ed reciprocates those feelings while Marie and Lee don’t with Eddy or Edd.

CUTE!

Now we have Ed’s reactions to May. In the earlier seasons, he doesn’t seem as averse to the Kanker harassment. Honestly sometimes he’s sort of enjoying it or just not bothered at all. I don’t think Ed generally would show his interests or feelings in a very typical way. Actually the most damning evidence that he might actually be attracted at all to May or just girls period are the moments where he is acting the most repulsed by them. We are talking about a 12 year old after all, probably a bit panicked by some new hormones and feelings about “icky girls”: to me, it reads as the early stages of immature boyish attraction.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t include at least one reference to the Ed-cyclopedia that is Kevin Lordi (as per usual), who got the scoop that the writers toyed with the idea of making Ed and May canon in the earlier seasons, even scraped S2 episode where they are caught kissing in the bushes being the basis for HPH (Lordi 2017, 2018).

So what is in this ship for them? I really like exploring this ship because of many of the parallels I see in their characters. I think it’s safe to say that Ed and May are respective outliers in their trios: May being the younger punching bag to her older sisters, Ed sort of being off on his own planet or plane of existence from Edd and Eddy most of the time. I could see both naturally branching out on their own while the remaining two are prone to buddying up. Other similarities, as you mention, also make them a cute pair: they are goofy, a bit ditzy, naturally kind hearted, a bit off beat, a tad (or a lot) gross. Nothing wrong with that!

Both come from pretty bleak home lives, lacking in support or parental nurturing. For this reason, you see them often compensating by being the nurturing types themselves: Ed being the protective big brother to Sarah and his two best pals, May often playing out a maternal fantasy (more than once she plays mommy and baby in the show; coddling Jimmy in BPS). Now just think of a relationship where these two get together!!! Having an outlet for compassion AND on the receiving end of it. I think they have the potential to have a very sweet relationship ripe for healing and personal growth.

I see them coming to appreciate each other with a bit of time and maturity, maybe striking up a friendship first before actually dating later in their teens or early adulthood. Oddly enough I make lots of parallels between Edd and May as well and could easily imagine some aspects of Edd and Ed’s friendship manifesting in edmay. The biggest factor being what I said about May having this maternal care-taker drive. Seeing as the Kanker sisters just about raised themselves and had to grow up really fast, you end up with a very “parentified” child. And if Edd isn’t the poster child for being a parentified kid I don’t know what… Anyway, in the same way that Edd acts as a stand-in parental figure to Ed I think May would quickly take on a similar role. I’m NOT endorsing this dynamic as 100% positive!!! I think it would be complicated! But it’s an interesting ship dynamic nonetheless and I’m trying to explore that in my aged up AU now.

#love having a reason to talk about edmay more! there isn’t enough discussion about them #yap yap dribble dribble #edmay

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safelynte · 1 year ago

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Musings on TTRPG Focus-Fire & Fighting Flanking

It's common for players to focus-fire in games, and that's fine. With 5 identical targets dealing damage, it's just efficient to dump all your single-target damage on the same target to reduce the incoming damage. But focus-fire isn't always ideal. As game designers, we always want to shake up the default strategy. There are several "counters" to focus fire. It's this game design riddle with so many solutions. Very fun to think about. But that is a whole whole whole other long talk. What I want to talk about today is flanking.

I can look at Chess, Go, Into the Breach, or some other turn-based, grid-dependent tactics game, and notice that they… don't have flanking? Well, they don't have mechanically codified benefits to flanking. But flanking still has tactical benefits. They're simply not spelled out in the rules. Flanking could give access to unexpected points of attack, enable surrounding & cornering, or access to more valuable targets. (That said, the center is usually the most advantageous spot in these games.)

Coming to tabletop, where Pathfinder 1e, DnD 5e, and Pathfinder 2e all have a numerical bonus to flanking. And I didn't notice it immediately, but the flanking bonuses reinforced focus fire! "Why would I even look at another target when I have a +2 bonus against the one my friend just ran up to?" Hitting together is hitting better! When you're surrounded in one of these games, you're pretty fucked already, and the flanking bonuses hammer this point home.

Following those thoughts, I pondered how, as a game designer, I could reduce flanking and focus-fire behaviour in these games. And this train of thought is funny.

All-around vision is possibly the most boring option as it simply excludes the behaviour. Sometimes, excluding a behaviour is acceptable. It can put grappling and tripping higher up on the priority list.

Run. Necessarily, it costs more to set up a flank than it does to avoid it (2 attackers have to move in to create one, while one creature has to move away to avoid one). Unfortunately, running away is finicky in practice. Attacks of opportunity are ubiquitous in these systems. Many a time, breaking a flank may be more expensive than setting one up in these games. Coagulation.

Fly, swim, hide, blind, slow, be far away, be up a ladder, or be across a pit of lava. Hard to access is hard to flank.

Buddy up! Interestingly, four vanilla defenders in a square are impossible to flank for vanilla (5-foot reach) melee attackers. Joining a trio or pair adjacent to each other also reduces flanking opportunities. The fortunate (unfortunate) reality is that such groups are gonna get blasted by AoE's. So there's this poetic tug of war between avoiding focus fire by staying together and avoiding AoE (and possibly accessing flanking yourself) by spreading apart.

Walls. A cornered creature is an unflankable creature! Quite counterintuitive. The average game would teach you that you don't want your back against the wall. But barriers are as good as fellow creatures for avoiding flanking. A pair of creatures against a wall is impossible to flank for vanilla attackers. And in a game where running away isn't much of an option, pressing yourself against a wall becomes much more of one. Pits and other hazards may work similarly, but beware the shove.

Get bigger! Wait, that means more spaces for creatures to flank you? In practice, though, attackers usually come from one direction. And the bigger you are, the more it costs to move around you! If you count diagonals differently, attackers may have to decide between the risk of tumbling through your space or the cost of moving around it. If you're thick enough to cover the hallway, it can be incredibly hard to flank you. In systems with increasing reach and attacks of opportunity, your size advantage makes it even trickier to navigate a flank.

Punish them! Getting back into the domain of special abilities now. Abilities such as Whirlwind Attack, Quick Reversal, Detonate, and on-death effects can punish flankers. Almost every boss should have an aura or reaction. Big note on using punishment: players will only avoid the behaviour you want to punish if they're aware of the punishment. On-death effects disincentivize focus fire on its own.

Change the priorities. Enter Crane Stance, raise your shield, cast Mirror Image, or exit rage. Have an ally appear in the enemy backline, poison the wizard, have an ally enter rage, or have an ally steal the McGuffin. Anything change that makes one a less attractive target, or makes another a higher priority problem can incentivize attackers moving to break or change focus.

Overall, there are a lot of implicit strategies against flanking. The recipes for chaos… Anyway, that's all I have for tonight. Thanks for reading this brain vomit 👍👍👍

#ttrpg thoughts

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 2 years ago

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The Flip Side Part 5

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~9k

Summary: Your motivation to continue working as a mobster in Chicago is dwindling after the birth of your daughter.

A/N: India is growing on me a little. The food is great and I've seen a bunch of animals already... Now if only I could sleep and car rides weren't so wild... this chapter gets a little more angsty and exciting! Enjoy.

Warnings: vaguely suggestive content, angst, panic attacks, fluff, references to murder

It’s over an hour later before you and Wanda leave the bedroom. After making your wife come twice more in the shower, you both get dressed and check on your children. Natalya is still asleep surprisingly so you leave her for a few minutes while you go check on the dogs and Wanda goes to get a bottle ready. You’re quiet as you walk into the main room for the dogs. It’s still a little early, and the younger ones don’t like to be startled. You smile as you walk into the room and see that the three are already up and waiting to be let out. They have access to the roof from here, but they can’t get to the rest of the house unless this door is opened.

As soon as it’s opened wide enough, Milo, Rudy, and Sully all run out to see what’s going on in the other parts of the house. You walk further into the room and look around for your older boys. You leave the main room and head toward the next to find that your shepherds as still snoozing away on their favorite bed. Sometimes they liked to come in here to get some space of their own, and you creep into the room so you can kneel down next to them. It’s not until you’re practically on top of them that you see that they’re not alone.

“Aww.”

A giant mass of black fur is situated between them and you almost call for Wanda to come see them just because of how cute they look. You restrain yourself because Fat Louise has already started to wake up, and you’re careful not to startle the trio as you reach out for the cat.

“Hi there. Good morning.”

You watch as Boone and Rogue start to stir as Fat Louise kicks them as she stretches and yawns. You chuckle under your breath as Rogue grumbles and Boone sits up quickly. He’s usually faster to rise and you smile as you scratch your dog behind the ears and kiss his nose.

“Hi buddy. Were you a good pillow?”

Boone just yawns before he climbs off the bed and shakes himself out. You’re covered in dog hair rather quickly and you stand up to wipe it off your shirt with a sigh. Rogue is sitting up at this point and the three of you are on your way to breakfast when you hear Wanda call you. She doesn’t sound panicked, but you hurry nonetheless so you’re not keeping her waiting.

“Y/n? Can you come here, please?”

When you arrive to the kitchen you find that Wanda’s already gotten Natalya up and she’d started to feed her. Keyword started because you see that there’s been a bit of an accident, and Wanda was now covered in spit up. It was mostly on her back and you cringe slightly as you reach out for your daughter.

“Little Nat. Did you eat too fast? Do you want me to hold her so you can clean up?”

Wanda nods gratefully and you take Natalya into your arms and rock her gently. You don’t want to upset her possibly pissed off stomach and you wait until Wanda returns before trying again. This time goes better, but slower and you watch as Wanda feeds the dogs and Fat Louise before daring to bring up breakfast.

“My little one, you’re too cute to spit up, okay? You need to take after me, baby girl.”

Wanda’s rolling her eyes as she finishes putting together some food for Natalya to pick at before bringing your plates to the table.

“I thought we didn’t want her to spill all over herself, Y/n.”

Your response is to simply stick your tongue out at your wife which just makes her laugh in amusement. You get Natalya situated in her chair before heading for the kitchen to grab her tiny bowls that Wanda had left in there. Her appreciative look is met with a smile and one of your own as you sit down beside your daughter to eat.

“Thank you for cooking, Wands.”

As usual, the two of you go between eating, feeding Natalya, and chatting about plans for the day. You’d be happy to just sit around before cooking dinner a little later, but Wanda had other plans. As much fun as yesterday was, she wanted to get out a little today and check on the restaurant. You are only a little disappointed that you’ll be left home by yourself, but this feeling only lasts for two seconds before Wanda clarifies her meaning.

“Maybe we can all go together?”

Natalya makes both of you smile as she takes her empty bowl and bangs it on her tray table. You reach out to take it from her before gently banging it on the table in response. The dogs are looking at you in confusion and Wanda’s just shaking her head in amusement. You hand the bowl back to your daughter and wait until she tugs on it before giving it back to her.

“Do you like that idea, Little Nat? Do you want to go on a family trip to Mommy’s restaurant?”

When Natalya only offers you a gleeful laugh you smile wider before nodding in understanding. You’ll all go to the restaurant later to confirm that it’s still up and running, and to give your wife her fix. Maybe you’ll hang out for a bit and let her cook some.

The morning goes by quickly after breakfast, and you and Wanda are on your way to the restaurant with Natalya your arms. You’d already reached out to Bucky and Steve and they confirmed that they’d be tagging along for this trip. You decide to drive and you give Nat a kiss on her little forehead before handing her to Wanda with a sigh.

“Do we have everything?”

After spending almost an hour preparing for the trip this morning, you feel like you’re leaving for the night instead of just a few hours. Wanda’s packed a large diaper bag with blankets, bibs, baby wipes, and a change of clothes and diapers for Natalya. There’s also some toys and snacks Wanda wanted to bring just in case. The back seat is completely full with all of the bags and Nat who sat securely strapped into her car seat. She was sleeping for now, but you had a feeling she would perk up when she got to the restaurant.

She’d been there maybe two times in her life. First, she went there only days after leaving the hospital. It had been after closing, but Wanda had wanted to show off her beautiful daughter, and everyone had fawned over her. The next time she’d gone it was to visit her mom on a day she was at the restaurant dealing with a problem. She’d been frustrated, tired, and just wanted to be home with her baby, but she’d been pleasantly surprised when Pietro had showed up.

Now that Nat was slightly older, Wanda wanted her to go back to see where she worked. She wanted her to get used to the smells and sounds, and she wanted her to meet whoever was working today. If Stella was there, she was guaranteed to get distracted by Natalya.

Wanda nods in confirmation as she turns around to face front as you put the car into reverse. She glances down at you and sees that you’ve packed as well. Whenever you leave the house, you take at least one gun to have on you at all times. She also knows that you have at least three others in the car, but she’s never seen you use those. One’s in the glove compartment, the other is under your seat, and the third is in the back hidden from view and a safe distance from Natalya. At home you’re a little more relaxed and despite having guns stashed around the penthouse, you don’t often carry one on you.

Despite not liking the idea of having guns in the house, especially with Natalya, she knows that it’s a necessary evil that will keep her family safe. She looks away from the gun on your hip as she reaches out to grab one of your hands once you’ve turned onto the main road.

“I’m so excited we’re doing this.”

As you turn to make sure there are no cars coming before you cross the intersection, you sneak a quick peek at your wife and can’t help but find her excitement endearing. She loved her job and you hated that she had to take such a long break from it. It brought her so much joy and seeing how just the idea of going back so drastically changed her mood, you wanted to do this more often. You know that Wanda loved your daughter and that she didn’t want to miss out on the chance to raise her. However, you also knew that if Wanda could have it both ways and raise your daughter while working in her kitchen she would be in heaven.

“Me too, Wands.”

After kissing her hand with a smile, you think about this for the rest of the ride to the restaurant. Wanda should be able to have more freedom to do what she wants. You know that Pietro loves to help out, but you’re Natalya’s mother and you should be more available. Wanda notices you’re frowning as you pull into the parking lot of her restaurant and you’re quick to look for Steve and Bucky. The duo is already here watching the doors and you circle the building so you can go in the back. You squeeze Wanda’s hand as you park and she sees that your frown’s been replaced by a smile as you shoot her a curious look.

“Ready for this, loves?”

Bucky smiles as he watches you and Wanda get out of the car, the former hurrying to grab your daughter. Wanda tries to protest but you just shake your head and tell her to go on and head in. She had been vibrating in excitement for the entire ride, so you knew she was anxious to see everyone.

“Go ahead, Wands. We’ll be right behind you.”

After shooting you one more questioning look, Wanda relents and heads inside. She smiles at Bucky before walking through the door he held open. As he let it fall shut, he walks over to where you’re grabbing the diaper bag and throwing it over your shoulder. Natalya is already in your arms and she’s looking around curiously at the unfamiliar place.

“Hey, Y/n.”

Natalya’s squirming makes it difficult to hold her while shutting the door, but Bucky takes care of that as you adjust your daughter on your hip. You shoot him a grateful look before kissing Natalya’s cheek with a sigh.

“Thanks, Bucky. How goes it?”

Following his lead through the back door, you lock the car on your way in as you wait for him to answer your vague question. He shrugs before mentioning that nothing new has been found out since you last spoke. The investigation was still ongoing and there were apparently no suspects yet. You weren’t sure if you were annoyed or relieved to hear this.

“Where is the little one? Did you not bring her?”

The sound of one of Wanda’s coworkers, Maria, makes you smile widely. She’s an older woman in her early-sixties, but Wanda’s known her since she first came to the U.S with her brother. She’d been one of her first foster moms and despite the difficult siblings and the stressful situation, the woman had always been the only foster parent she viewed as a mother-figure. When she’d opened her restaurant, she’d reached out to her and asked if she’d be interested in helping out. She’d been working alongside her ever since.

Wanda’s laugh makes you realize that she really did need this visit today, and you’re quick to follow the sound of her voice to the kitchen.

“Good to see you too, Maria. Yes, I brought her, Y/n should be here with her any second.”

You take this as your cue to come around the corner and walk into the bright open kitchen that you haven’t seen in a while. It’s busy as expected because the lunch rush is about to start, but that doesn’t stop everyone from turning toward you and Natalya. The first one to greet you is unsurprisingly the woman who was waiting anxiously for your daughter’s arrival and you smile before preparing to pass Natalya over.

“Good to see you again, Maria. Here’s the little chonker.”

Wanda is rolling her eyes as you shoot her a teasing smile that Maria just ignores in favor of reaching out for your daughter. She’s smiling brightly, and she coos at Little Nat who just smiles and reaches for her hair. You are going to be shocked if your daughter doesn’t have a thing for hair later in life.

“Hi Y/n! How are you?”

You smile before shrugging and saying that all’s been well, but you don’t really expect a response as Maria and another employee, Sophie start to fawn over your daughter.

“Oh, she has gotten bigger! She’s so adorable.”

“She’s not too big, she’s perfect, isn’t that right? Oh, this hat is so cute."

Wanda watches happily as the duo kiss and squeeze on her giggling daughter. She looks to you before Bucky walks into the kitchen too with a sigh. Steve is up front talking to the hostess Stella, but the commotion from the back makes her realize that Wanda’s arrived.

It wasn’t difficult to know when the brunette was here. It always went the same way since she’d been working here. The tall, built blonde named Steve would show up, sometimes with his friend Bucky, to make sure that nothing was amiss around or in the restaurant. Then Wanda would show up either by herself or with her daughter or brother. Occasionally you showed up as well, and as Stella walks into the kitchen she realizes which three of you are here.

Wanda turns when she and Steve walk in, and she’s quickly pulled into a hug which she returns readily.

“Stella, it’s good to see you. How have you been?”

Wanda catches up with her friends and you and Steve talk as well, but about nothing specific. You’d already asked Bucky if there was anything of note with the investigation, but apparently they hadn’t found anything useful yet. You wonder how long it will take for the other shoe to drop, and you can’t help but feel anxious just at the thought. You try to distract yourself by focusing on Wanda and your daughter, but they’re still preoccupied at the moment.

“Are you two coming over later for dinner?”

You’d officially just invited Nat and Yelena, but you knew that Nat had told Bucky and Yelena would probably bring Kate. You weren’t opposed to more people coming. It would be nice to see everyone and a distraction from work would be nice too.

Bucky brings your attention back to him when he shakes his head before claiming that he’ll be busy working. Given how much you’ve put on his plate you don’t doubt this and you shoot him an apologetic look before turning to Steve. He’s smiling as he watches Natalya get passed back to her mom. She’s still talking to Stella and Nat reaches out for the younger girl with a smile.

“I can probably make it. I’ll see how some stuff goes later.”

You’re nodding as you watch Wanda take your daughter to one of the stations near the back of the kitchen. She’s talking to some people before she gets this look that you know all too well. You’re already digging in the bag on your shoulder for Nat's carrier. You’re by Wanda’s side when she decides what she wants to make with Natalya. She’ll be doing all the work, but she loves to have her daughter with her as she enjoys being in her element.

“Thanks, detka.”

The kiss to your cheek makes you smile dopily and you help Wanda get Natalya situated on your wife’s back. She’s still a little restless, but you stand by watching Wanda get everything together to cook and you see that Natalya eventually just begins to watch. Wanda talks to her as if she can actually understand it as she describes her steps and cooks a meal that she hasn’t had in too long. She’s so passionate about what she’s doing that you feel yourself fall in love with her all over again. You just observe quietly and enjoy watching Wanda be carefree for a while.

Natalya starts to pull on Wanda’s hair and she hears quiet whimpering in her ear that catches her attention. She turns slightly but can’t really see anything, but it catches your attention.

“What’s wrong little one? Are you getting tired?”

Wanda hears you look in the diaper bag again for her pacifier and you whip it out with a smile before holding it up to your daughter.

“Do you want this, little Nat? Want to take a nap?”

A few minutes later, Natalya is asleep with her pacifier in her mouth, and Wanda sighs in content. She’s happy to be in her kitchen again, and she loves that you’re right by her side, holding her in your arms. You don’t say much as you just watch her cook, but your presence is enough to calm her and reaffirm her belief that you both needed this visit.

“Are Bucky and Steve coming to dinner?”

Your friends have wandered off at this point, but you knew they were nearby. Everyone else had to go back to work, but you and Wanda had all the time in the world to relax and just enjoy yourselves. You nod as you mention what Bucky and Steve told you while you play with your daughter’s fingers.

“Yeah, Bucky can’t make it, but Steve wants his steak rare. Still kicking if we can manage it.”

Wanda laughs out loud at this and rolls her eyes at the fact that she knows you’re only partially kidding. They were going to grill on the roof tonight, and Steve and Yelena’s favorite was steak while Wanda and Nat liked chicken and you preferred fish. You were excited to have your friends over to enjoy the last night you’ll have free for a while. Your schedule for the coming days was rough, but hopefully afterwards things would calm down for a while. You’ll be handing over more responsibilities soon and once you saw how they did you could see what else you could tweak.

“You’re ridiculous. That’ll be your job, detka. I’m glad they can come though.”

For the next hour Wanda finishes up what she’s cooking and you change Nat’s diaper in the office and feed her a bit before the three of you take off. You make the rounds and say goodbye to everyone before heading back home with Bucky and Steve as escorts.

As you drive back home you steal glances at your wife who despite looking a little tired seems happy. She sighs as she relaxes into her seat and looks out the window. She brushes the back of your hand with her thumb and she hums when you ask her if she had a good time. You smile at how distracted she is, but you don’t bother to comment on it as you peek into the rearview mirror to see that Natalya is sleeping.

“How about a quick nap and then I’ll start cooking?”

Once your family is back home and Wanda’s putting Natalya in the nursery for a nap, you realize that you could use one as well. It’s 4 now and you have a couple of hours before you need to start cooking for tonight. You’re mostly preparing sides since you’ll wait until everyone shows up to grill and have some drinks. You recall how you’ve already gone through one of your three bottles of sparkling cider that you keep in the house with a sigh.

Wanda hasn’t kept alcohol in the house for years. She doesn’t drink much at all, and if she does, she buys just enough for her or their guests before pouring any remainder out. She’ll never keep alcohol around because she doesn’t want you to be tempted by it in any way. She knows that part of your recovery includes not being around people who drink, places where drinks are served, or anything of the sort. Most of the time when you have friends over, they bring non-alcoholic drinks, or Yelena just drinks some beforehand. That said, you still stick to your water or cider because even ‘non-alcoholic- beer and wine can have alcohol in it, and you’d been told to steer clear of that.

“That sounds wonderful, but I’ll help too.”

You’re too tired to argue and after confirming with your friends that they’ll come by around 6, you and Wanda retire to your bedroom with the baby monitor and a couple of dogs in tow. You’re yawning before you even see the bed, and you watch with a smile as Wanda sinks into it with a groan. She’d really done all of the work this afternoon. She’d cooked some side dishes for tonight that are still out on the counter, and then she’d made a dessert that is chilling. You had helped a little, but most of your focus had been on Natalya or watching Wanda. You knew that despite appreciating your assistance, Wanda could do all of this in her sleep and didn’t need your help. You mostly served as company and if you got a couple of samples while you were at it, you didn’t complain.

“You already cooked a lot, so I get to do the heavy lifting.”

Your wife just hums in acknowledgement, not really hearing what you’re saying as she curls up under the covers with a yawn. A hand reaches out for you and Wanda waits patiently as you take off your jacket and gun before sliding into bed next to her with a smile.

You’re pulled into your wife’s arms and you just laugh as you indulge her and cuddle close to her with a smile. You kiss her forehead before stifling a yawn as you turn so your face is in her hair. She still smells like her shampoo and faintly of what she’d cooked earlier and you hum happily.

“Night, Wands.”

The response you get is an indiscernible mumble that just makes you smile widely as you close your eyes and try to sleep and mentally prepare for tonight.

Detective Reese’s hope continues to dwindle as he watches his team search through the last dumpster on this block. After getting a call about the senator’s murder, he’d been working around the clock to try and find a suspect where there seemed to be no one.

The entire thing was a brain buster. A few days ago, at the senator’s birthday party, they’d received a tip that someone was going to try to assassinate him. They’d upped his security and kept him under lockdown for nearly 36 hours before the threat was neutralized, or so they’d thought.

When Logan Keen had turned up dead, they assumed that he was the one they were looking for. He’d been spotted at the party and after getting spooked he’d left. They’d found a rough sketch of his plan in the apartment along with a couple of rifles and they’d considered the case closed. They couldn’t tell if he’d been working for anyone, so they concluded he’d been acting alone and released a statement to the press. After hearing about this the senator had insisted on ending the lockdown, and short of forcing him into hiding there was nothing they could do.

They should have known better.

Now he was facing threats of a demotion if he doesn’t figure out who did this within the next 12 hours. He isn’t super optimistic, but he still has a few things to do before he throws in the towel. He turns his head when he hears the commotion from down the alley. One of the two who had been dumpster diving are holding up something covered in coffee grounds and various fluids, but it’s easily recognizable. A few seconds later, the other holds up something else that had been wrapped in a plastic bag, and Reeves smiles in relief.

A rifle and a silencer.

“Let’s get this to the lab.”

“Woah! Look out.”

Yelena laughs as she lets her dog Fanny run out of the elevator and into your house with very little warning. She and Nat had arrived and as expected they’d brought Fanny and food. You smile at your friends before pulling Yelena into a hug and taking one of her bags. She’s still carrying three more, but you don’t even bother trying to grab another one as Nat reaches out for you to mess up your already mussed hair.

“Hey there kiddo, you look like you just got out of bed.”

Despite the fact that Nat was right, you roll your eyes in annoyance before turning to lead her down the hall toward the kitchen. Steve was already here and he was helping you get the meat together as Wanda finishes up putting out the food onto the counter. You’d thought about putting it outside, but then you’d have to deal with the dogs trying to get to it and since there were now 6 here, that sounded like a headache. You were determined to relax, so you decided to keep everything but the meat that would be on the grill inside so you didn’t have to chase after one of your dogs for trying to steal food. Once was enough.

“Thanks, Nat. Love you too.”

Wanda looks up as you say this and the redhead just messes up your hair again before you swat her hand away with a scowl. She smiles at the scene before looking to Yelena who’s setting her bags on the counter and unloading the surprising amount of food she’d brought.

“Hey, is Kate not coming?”

Yelena rolls her eyes before stopping what she’s doing to shoot Wanda an unimpressed look. Nat’s already laughing as you sigh in defeat before greeting your dog who came to sniff out the new food.

“What, are we not enough for you, Wanda?”

Your wife to her credit just smiles before putting the last dish on the counter beside the others. There was so much food here that you were sure to be eating left-overs for days. Wanda glances to the shepherds at your feet before glancing back to an expectant Yelena.

“More than enough, Yelena. I just wanted to make sure that Y/n’s threat of interrogation didn’t scare her off.”

You chuckle at this as you stand up from petting your dogs to head over to see if Yelena wanted help unloading things. You try not to think too hard about how you would have asked Kate about when she and Yelena were going to get married. It was irrational and you mostly wanted your friends to be happy, but you would be lying if you said them being married wouldn’t make you feel better. Your brief and sordid history with Kate wasn’t something that you wanted Yelena to find out about ever, but for some reason you thought it would be a softer blow to both Yelena and your face, if it happened after the couple got married.

“Nah, she’s catching up on some shelter paperwork tonight. She promised she’ll be by soon.”

Wanda smiles glad to hear this, but you’re a little confused about what paperwork Kate should be working on. As part of your impending retirement, you were transitioning more toward your shelter work over anything truly illegal. You had told Kate about this, minus the retirement part, but she was smart and could figure this out. Either way, she was supposed to tell you if anything major happened. You remind yourself to check in with her later, but for now you just settle on looking to Yelena with a frown.

“Is she working on anything interesting?”

Wanda watches the exchange between you and Yelena in amusement until you start emptying the bag that is apparently all alcohol. You don’t even notice at first and you’re three bottles in before you realize it. You look to the four bottles of wine and then the remaining two in the bag before you smile teasingly at Yelena.

“Thirsty, are we?”

Yelena just smiles back as she slides the bottles towards her and grabs a couple to put in the fridge. She had meant to start with this bag, but supposed it couldn’t be helped now. She just steers your attention away from them and to something more important.

“It was a busy week; you know how it is. Now where is my niece?”

A brief look around confirms that Natalya is still with Steve as he goes back and forth between the roof and the kitchen to set things up. Little Nat is strapped to his chest, and when Big Nat sees him, she’s quick to greet her. In fact, both of your friends abandon you to see your daughter. You pretend to be annoyed, but honestly you can’t blame them. She’s pretty stinking cute.

“Steve hand her over!”

“Let me see my niece.”

Your friends continue to fight over your daughter as you and Wanda finish up. Wanda puts away the rest of the wine and you grab a bag of dog treats that Yelena had brought. She loves to spoil them and after getting permission to feed Fanny, you find yourself in a sea of dog fur.

“Everyone sit down! Sit!”

You toss five treats into the air and then hand one to Sully who is cute but has no mouth-eye coordination. You pet each of the dogs before they run outside to follow the trio that is fawning over their niece. You smile widely as you hear Steve’s voice among the pitter patter of dog feet heading down the hall.

“Natalya, do you want to cook with your Uncle Steve?”

“No, she wants to cook with me!”

Wanda rolls her eyes but she quickly smiles as you grab her hand and follow your friends outside.

“That’s not how it went at all!”

You’re resting in one of your chairs with Boone’s head in your lap as your friends start to argue. They were all getting ready to eat and with Steve now standing at the grill, he’d had to give Natalya to someone else. He wanted to hold onto her but the heat from the grill and the splattering made it unsafe, so he’d given Yelena her much needed Little Nat time.

“Yes, it did, Yelena. We all saw you fall down the stairs.”

You smile at the memory of what Nat was talking about. It was a pretty standard supply run for you but your friends had been available to help. After business was over you and Yelena had spent some time wandering around one of the older buildings that you owned. After moving everything that you needed you and your best friend unfortunately decided to play hide and seek. The building was new to you both so you hadn’t known how treacherous it was in places, but you’d found out quickly when your game turned into tag and Yelena tried to escape down a flight of stairs.

“Yeah, you landed on your ass and everything.”

Yelena just glares at you as you say this from where you’re sitting with your wife. Wanda is sipping her drink to hide her amused smile while petting Rogue where he sits at her feet. She remembers hearing this story because you and Yelena had fought about it for nearly a week afterwards. She was still under the assumption that she’d won the game apparently.

“But I still won. “

“How could you win if I found you?”

“You found me but didn’t tag me!”

Yelena gestures at you as if to make a point and your response is to roll your eyes and hold your glass up with a smirk. Your friend has been drinking her wine like water, and you’re studiously ignoring it as you finish up your fizzy drink. You could use something else and you stand up with a sigh causing Boone to start and stand up in anticipation. You look to Wanda to see that she that she still has most of her drink left, so you look to your friends instead.

“Anyone want another drink?”

When the trio shake their head you and Boone head to the kitchen for a refill. You weave around the other dogs that follow you before deciding that you need to check on Fat Louise. She didn’t come outside with everyone, and you want to make sure she’s not causing trouble. You haven’t gotten used to having a cat around, and luckily she couldn’t jump on the counter like most, but she did like to scavenge. You’d found her chewing on your shoe one morning, and then playing with a dead bug the next, so you tried to keep things tidier for her. You’d also bought her some more toys and a wheel that you had a feeling she’d never use just in case she was bored.

The most she’d been willing to do was play with the feather toy that you flung around the room for her to chase. The dogs of course tried to eat it, so it was only something she could do when you were around, not that you thought she really liked it that much.

“Fat Louise. Where are you?”

Silence settles around the group as soon as you leave and the only sound comes from the grill or the dogs wrestling. Wanda sighs as she hears someone come to sit next to her in your spot. She knows who it is without looking but she still turns to check as she offers the redhead a smile.

“How are you, Wands? Getting any more sleep?”

As Wanda catches Nat up on how Little Nat has been doing for the past couple of weeks, Yelena walks over to Steve to see how the cooking’s going. She sneaks a peek around him and sees that everything looks as well as smells delicious. She tries to sneak some of the vegetables that are on the edge of the grill but Steve bats her hand away with a scowl.

“They’re almost finished. Patience.”

Yelena just rolls her eyes before downing the rest of her drink. Without any alcohol in this, she could honestly drink all 6 bottles tonight. Honestly depending on the day, she could drink 6 normal bottles. She walks over to the cooler for another drink with a sigh. She has to open a new bottle and she brings it over to Steve with a questioning look.

“Do you want to help me finish this?”

Steve shakes his head, but Yelena pours him some anyway. She always has conflicting feelings about drinking, even this around you. She knows that you’re doing better, but she’s sure that seeing anyone drink can be triggering on the wrong day. She’d made sure to check with Wanda first to see if it would be okay tonight, and she’d told her that it was fine.

“Come on, Steve. Drink up, Captain. I’m hungry.”

Nat’s laughing when you return after tracking down your wayward cat. She’d been sleeping under your bed and you’d just left her alone since she wasn’t doing anything harmful. You’d refilled your drink and snuck some food before coming back outside with Boone on your heels. You smile when you see that Wanda and Nat are smiling, and you’re about to ask when Yelena practically tackles you from behind. You luckily manage to hold onto you drink and stay upright despite your knees protest. You groan in annoyance that quickly become curiosity when you see what’s in Yelena’s hand. Well not her drink, but the small gift bag that you’d just noticed she had.

“Hey Y/n! Let’s open this. We brought it for Little Natalya.”

Steve’s finished cooking at this point and after covering the food to keep it warm, he comes over to where you’ve all gathered. You sit next to Wanda on her seat while Nat and Yelena share one. Steve just stands by watching as you pass the bag to Wanda as you take out something in wrapping paper. You squeeze on it a little and shake it in front of Natalya with a smile.

“What is this, little one? Is this for you?”

Everyone smiles as Natalya reaches out for the gift from where she sits in Yelena’s lap. She giggles and you almost hand it to her, but you figure you’ll just wait and open the small squishy gift that is probably a toy yourself. This is quickly confirmed when you rip off the paper and see a black and purple…

“What is this? A bat?”

Yelena grins so widely that you realize this was definitely her idea and you can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. You really do appreciate how into the whole ‘auntie Yelena’ thing she is, and given Wanda’s smile you know she does too.

“It’s a vampire bat. See the fangs?”

You nod as you pretend to fly the little bat toward Natalya who grabs it immediately. She waves it around for a bit before putting it in her mouth. Nat smiles at her before deciding that it’s time for her turn. Wanda’s just smiles before reaching into the bag to see what’s Nat got. She pulls out a little grey fluffy onesie that has the words “I love my aunties (and uncles)” on it.

“Nat this is so cute!”

You look to see what Wanda’s talking about and you smile widely at the sight of her holding up Little Nat’s new outfit. It’s so adorable and you know the moment you get back inside you’re changing her into it and taking a picture.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you both, I know she’ll love them.”

A large crowd surrounds the table where everyone sits down to eat dinner. The dogs have all chosen a person to sit by, even Natalya. Your daughter was now in Nat’s lap as she ate with one hand. One arm was wrapped around her niece to make sure she didn’t fall whenever she decided to wiggle. Her little vampire bat was still clutched in her hands. Rogue would sniff it occasionally before turning his attention to Wanda who pet him every now and then.

“Where’s Pietro tonight? Working at the restaurant?”

You’re about to nod in confirmation but Wanda speaks up before you get a chance. You can’t help but laugh at what she says, and you see smiles all around.

“More like flirting at the restaurant. Maria told me that if he’s not helping in the kitchen, he’s harassing Stella.”

This sounds more likely than not because you knew that Pietro had a crush on the hostess. As far as you know it hadn’t gone anywhere, but it was fun to tease him about it.

“That poor girl.”

“You went there today, right? How was it?

You’re smiling as you turn to Wanda to take over as you continue to eat. She tells your friends about taking Nat to the restaurant and having everyone love on her. The group at the restaurant really was like a second family, and Wanda continued to take her there because she wanted her daughter to have that. You space out a little as Wanda talks to your friends, and your mind wanders to work.

Wanda’s gaze shifts to you briefly when she realizes that you’re no longer paying attention. You’re smiling as you think of something she probably won’t be able to guess. She’s about to ask you what’s on your mind, but Nat standing up distracts her.

You briefly imagine what your life would be like if you stopped working and were able to spend time with your friends like this more often. You could help Wanda at the restaurant or you could even try to find something else to do. It seemed unlikely, but the possibility of it still excited you and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Ugh, sorry someone’s calling.”

After excusing herself, but keeping Natalya on her hip she wanders away toward the grill to answer the phone. She sees that it’s Bucky and she can’t help but fear that he has bad news. He knows that she’s here tonight and he wouldn’t be bothering her unless it was urgent.

"Hey Buck-"

“Nat are you at Y/n and Wanda’s right now?”

The urgency she hears in his tone makes her stiffen and she has to resist the urge to look back toward the table to where everyone is laughing at a joke that you’re telling.

“Yes, we are. Why, what’s wrong?”

As Nat listens to Bucky explain what’s happened, she nearly drops her phone in shock. She holds onto Little Nat tighter as she realizes that their night of relaxation is over. Particularly for you. She curses under her breath before she decides to ask the only question she can really think of at this point.

“Have you called her lawyer?”

Bucky confirms that this had been the first call he’d made after finding out what the police had found. He’d been working on something completely unrelated when one of your contacts from the police station had called him. Apparently, a gun had been found near Jacobs’ residence, and bullets from the magazine had been matched with the ones that were dug out of the senator’s body. The gun was analyzed for prints and despite being in a dumpster through the rain and various other fluids some had been found on the magazine. Specifically, your finger prints had been found on the murder weapon.

“He thinks that they’ll wait until tomorrow to do it, but they’re going to arrest her soon.”

This time Nat can’t stop herself and she turns briefly to see that you’re still distracted talking to Yelena, but Wanda is looking at her curiously. She looks away quickly because she can’t tell her before you, and she sighs heavily as she thinks about what to do next.

“Did you want me to tell her?”

Bucky considers this because he thought it might be easier to talk about in person, but if you had questions, he’s more likely to be able to answer them. He also doesn’t want to pawn this off on Nat. He was the one who figured it out and despite how poorly you’re going to react, he knows he has to tell you.

“It’s okay, I’ll do it. Is she free to talk now? “

Nat immediately thinks no because you’re with your friends and family and it is not the time to talk about this. That said, this isn’t exactly something that can wait. Bucky didn’t say for certain that the police would wait until tomorrow and if they showed up before you were told about what happened you’d be furious and caught off guard.

Nat curses again under her breath, bouncing Natalya on her hip as she wonders how the hell this happened.

“This is fucking crazy. I feel like I’m going to be sick.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything because he feels the same way. He has no idea how this had happened considering that you hadn’t killed Jacobs. You’d given up on him as soon as Logan failed and you hadn’t mentioned revisiting this let alone killing him. Not to mention, if you had done this it wouldn’t have been this sloppy. Leaving the murder weapon with prints near the scene. That was an amateur move and even in your early years you knew better than that.

“I know. It’s fucked up. “

Nat tries to keep her expression neutral as she returns to the table with her phone still in her hand. She hands Natalya to Yelena who despite being confused takes her happily. Nat’s hand goes to your shoulder as she holds her phone out.

“Bucky wants to talk to you.”

The smile you’d been wearing drops immediately, but you nod as you stand up before grabbing her phone. You excuse yourself and as you turn you miss Nat looking to her sister, Steve, and then Wanda who immediately realizes something is off. She is about to ask what’s going on but she hears your voice cut through the silence like a knife.

“Wait, what!?”

You’re not sure if you’re having a fever dream or if your luck is just that shitty, but Bucky telling you that you’re going to be arrested for murder tomorrow makes your head spin. You listen to what he says about the weapon being found and the plan to come find you tomorrow morning most likely. You don’t get to ask if he’s contacted your lawyer before he covers that too.

“I called Gavin and he’ll be ready as soon as you need him. He’s already compiling evidence in your defense. “

That makes you pause and you just take a moment to process what Bucky’s told you so far. Senator Jacobs was killed and they had no suspects up until this afternoon when the murder weapon was found in a dumpster nearby his house. The murder weapon with your fingerprints on it. You certainly hadn’t killed Jacobs, you’d been at home with your family, and if you had killed him, you wouldn’t be this sloppy. Someone was trying to frame you, but why?

Why would someone want to send you to jail?

You consider what it would be like in jail and how the evidence they have could keep you there. You can’t imagine being away from your family, and you can’t imagine being in jail with people who you might have fucked over. You tense at the thought of going down for this which would be terrifying whether you did it or not, but what really scared you was the unknown.

Whoever had done this wanted something from you, or simply wanted you out of the way. You weren’t sure which was worse, but the thought of leaving your family under someone else’s protection scared you. You couldn’t leave them. You couldn’t go to jail for something you didn’t do. You don’t realize that Bucky’s talking to you because you’re focusing all of your energy on breathing. Suddenly your chest feels tight and you can’t get enough air in your lungs. Your hands are shaking and you nearly drop Nat’s phone as you shake your head to try to stave off the panic attack you feel coming on.

“Fuck. How--.”

You stop short as your breath catches and you’re falling before you even realize you’ve lost your footing. It’s only due to Wanda and Nat’s foresight to come stand nearby that keeps you from hitting the ground.

"Shit!"

"Y/n-"

Wanda grabs your arm to hold you up as Nat goes to your other side to help her. She realizes you’re panicking as soon as she sees your wide eyes and ragged breathing. You can’t focus on anything in front of you and you barely realize you’re being lowered to the ground. Wanda kneels down beside you as Nat quickly talks to Bucky before putting her phone in her pocket.

“Y/n, detka can you look at me?”

She has no idea what’s going on, but given how worried Nat looked and how panicked you were she figured it was bad. She reaches out for you when you just continue to stare off into space, and she brings her hands to your face to try and get your attention. Nat looks to her sister and waves her over to see if your daughter’s presence will help.

“Y/n breathe with me, okay? Just breathe.”

When Wanda feels how warm your face is she’s quick to move her hands to your shoulders to push your jacket off. It’s a little chilly out, but she’s worried about you working yourself up even more, and the cold might snap you out of it. Wanda doesn’t notice Yelena appear over her shoulder with Natalya in her arms as she reaches for your hands. She watches you try to breathe deeply but you’re struggling and Wanda frowns as something occurs to her.

“Y/n, did you take your medications this morning?”

You are usually good about taking them given you’ve been on them for years, but sometimes it slipped your mind or you got busy. Sometimes you forgot to take both and other times you only took one. When she sees you try to think about it, she realizes that it doesn’t matter if you did or not, you should take at least one of them now to make you feel better.

You’re shaking your head by the time Wanda turns to Nat and asks her to run and find them for her. She just nods and hurries inside, followed by a couple of dogs as Wanda turns back to you with a smile. She’s not sure what’s on your mind, but she can tell that you’re still running it over and over in your head so she tries another tactic.

“Yelena, can I see, Natalya?”

Her daughter is quickly put in her arms and Wanda smiles at her before kissing the top of her head. She looks to her before whispering under her breath.

“We’re going to help your mom. Okay, little one?”

Natasha runs inside and immediately heads to her friends’ bedroom to look for your medications. She knew that you were on two, but she was pretty sure that you had a third that you took during situations like this. It had been a long time since she’d seen you have an attack like this and she was trying not to panic herself. Wanda was certainly worried too, but she was doing a good job of hiding it and being calm for you. Nat couldn’t help but wonder how many times she’d had to go through this with you.

This entire thing was a mess and it would only get worse once Wanda realized what had triggered you. Nat tries not to think about that as she grabs the three bottles just in case she’s wrong about what Wanda wants and heads back outside. She nearly trips over one of the terriers that had followed her inside, and she curses before running out on the roof again.

When she spots where you’re still sitting on the ground next to your wife, daughter, and favorite dog she can tell you’re doing a little better.

“Now can you tell me three things that you hear, detka?”

You’re breathing a lot better as you focus more on your wife than your intrusive panicky thoughts. You mutter some things under your breath that she doesn’t hear, but they make Wanda smile and she nods as she sets Natalya down in between the two of you. You notice her immediately and you reach out with a smile before Wanda asks another question. She sees you look behind her and she realizes that Nat is back and she turns as well to see what she brought. You’re doing better now, but it still wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to take at least the Ativan.

“What about smell?”

You’ve played this horrible game too many times you don’t need to ask for specifics. You just pick up your daughter who’s getting sleepy and hugging her tightly before kissing the top of her head.

“Baby smell and my dinner.”

Wanda holds her hand out for the bottles that Nat’s brought and she thanks her before looking them all over carefully. She sets two down before holding out the last one to you with a questioning look. You already know which bottle she’s handing you, but you look at it anyway with a sigh. Someone appears behind you and sets a glass of water next to you and you just smile appreciatively before looking back to your wife.

“Now taste.”

You open the bottle and take the chalky white pill with a grimace and a sip of water. You take a deep breath and try to push down your embarrassment at losing your shit in front of your friends. You’re not sure where they are, other than Nat standing behind Wanda, but you don’t bother looking. You shake your head before leaning toward your wife.

“This bitter fucking pill.”

Wanda smiles at you before meeting your lips for a quick kiss. You pull away with another sigh and look to Little Nat who’s starting to fall asleep in your arms, your wife who’s looking at you proudly, and then Big Nat who’s looking the part of a proud older sister.

“Good job, detka.”

As Wanda helps you stand up you realize that you’ve ruined dinner, or at least the mood. You don’t think that you will all be able to just sit back down and finish eating without talking about what threw you into a panic. Nat clearly knows and she’s on the same page as you despite wishing they could salvage this evening. She watches as you take a not-so-subtle glance at the last wine bottle in the cooler before you take a deep, steadying breath. You turn your attention to Wanda, but you’re really addressing everyone but Nat.

“I guess I should tell you what all of this is about.”

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ryuichirou · 5 months ago

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About Rollo, friendships and other stuff.

Anonymous asked:

Oh my god your Rollo art gives me life! I gotta ask - who do you ship him with? As a Rollo fan I like to pair him with Deuce, Jack, Neige and Idia, even though I’m probably the only person on earth who likes any of those pairings. Do you have any Rollo rarepairs? Do you have any thoughts on which boys might be interested in Rollo?

Rollo deserves all the love, Anon! Whenever I think about him, I start lamenting about wanting more of him. Too bad he was with us just for one event... I would love to see him interact with the other group of boys :( I think Lilia and the tweels would enjoy him the most: Lilia would think he is obnoxiously righteous but also very fun to tease, the tweels would get a similar feeling to what they feel from Riddle. Floyd could be such a menace with Rollo, and Jade isn’t any better.

Anyways, to answer your question! We don’t like any popular ships for Rollo, but we love him with fukukaicho/vice-president of NBC (the boy is a huge simp lol); and out of the main cast the only ship that kind of “sparked” with us was Azul/Rollo. Rook/Rollo also would’ve been interesting!

Oh, and of course the gargoyles. Gargoyles/Rollo is the best ship.

Anonymous asked:

I think we share the same type of fandom brainrot since looking back at your older works I see you were also a Prussia fan and turned into an Idia fan. 10/10 good taste in men

Yesss, high five Anon! Gotta love this “kind of depressed/lonely genius with unstable ego but also a doting older brother who calls himself niichan and spends too much time on the internet” type! These two have more in common than I thought...

Anonymous asked:

Favourite TWST friendship?

Oof it’s hard to say, Anon! I feel like I answered a similar question before, but I really don’t remember what I said.

I love the friendship aspect of a lot of characters that we ship romantically (like Idia and Azul, for example).

But excluding those, I’d say Deuce and Epel are cute, Vil and Idia (even though neither of them would probably call it friendship) and the Octa-trio and Ortho (it’s basically just bad influence on this already bad kid lol)

It’s a bit weird to call whatever the Octa-trio have a friendship, but I love their dynamic a lot, so it would be unfair not to mention them. I would watch an entire sitcom of just these three and their antics.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Okay, I'm a huge sucker for the NRC/others poly/origy plots! Like First Years have one, Second Years, Third Years, you get the idea. My question is is how likely do you think this could happen? What are your headcanons of the year groups (lets add Nobel Bell and Royal Sword for more people even if it's small) having some fun? How pleasing would it be for those involved?

It’s a bit difficult to say because while we are multishippers and sometimes multiple ships coexist in a single story, we don’t necessarily have any poly ships, like nothing necessarily feels like an “organised” poly throuple. So I might not be the best person to answer this kind of question, ironically! But still:

The first years: not really likely, but Ace and Jack should do Deuce together (very not likely to happen due to both of them being stubborn and greedy). Also Epel and some of his senpais from Magift (not Leona though), because he is that eager to prove himself.

The second years: Jamil might find himself surrounded by mermen... in theory, they might invite Kalim as well, but they’re more likely to tease(scare) Jamil by saying that they are going to do that. Silver might find himself as a center of an orgy at some point too, but with a bunch of mob/faceless characters.

The third years: nothing really comes to mind, but there are people who want to involve Trey in their relationship or just for an orgy; Trey dodges it successfully so far.

RSA: nah, they’re too good for that :) Cuties. Too fucking good, not a single dirty bone in their body. Well, to be fair though, they have Che’nya, and he kickstart an orgy somehow. Everyone (especially those who participated and loved it) would be shocked afterwards.

NBC: orgies are a thing. Rollo doesn’t know about it. He will become a center of one soon...

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evilwriter37 · 2 years ago

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35 with Dagcup or Hiccstrid (or make them a trio, your call lol)

Rated: explicit

Warnings: discussion of trauma

Pairings: Dagur/Hiccup, Dagur/Hiccup/Astrid

Word Count: 866

Summary: Dagur catches Hiccup dissociating during sex.

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"Baby? Hey, Hiccup?"

"Mm?" Hiccup looked down at Dagur, naked beneath him. Hiccup was riding his cock, steady and slow.

"Kind of lost you for a minute there," Dagur said. He sat up with a grunt, wrapping his big arms around Hiccup. "You okay?"

"Fine." It felt like a lie on his tongue. It was one, then, wasn't it?

"We can stop if you want to." Dagur ran one hand over his back, reaching down as if he was going to pull his cock away from Hiccup.

Hiccup nodded, lifted himself up and off of Dagur. Then he settled back into his lap, pressing his head against his chest, listening to his heart beat. It soothed him.

"What's wrong?" Dagur asked. "You got this kind of far away look in your eyes."

"I didn't mean to-to..." Hiccup trailed off, unsure of how to explain. But then again, Dagur had his own horror stories, his own traumas. Certainly he would understand.

Right?

"It's my leg," Hiccup explained as they settled down into the bed together. "It hurts a lot today, and I guess it's making me think of that fight."

Dagur curled his fingers into Hiccup's hair. He still had an erection, but Hiccup's was gone. Hiccup was surprised Dagur was so in control of himself. Usually, when he was filled with lust, it was hard for him to keep it at bay.

"With the Red Death?"

"Yeah."

Dagur ran a hand down to where Hiccup had his left leg curled against his body. He didn't touch his stump, which Hiccup was grateful for. Dagur never touched that part of him without asking. It was sacred.

"You could have told me you were hurting today." Dagur sounded disappointed in him. It made sense. Hiccup should trust him enough to tell him how he was feeling.

"I'm sorry," Hiccup said. "You're right. I-I trust you. I do. I'm just... I'm used to keeping this pain to myself."

Dagur held him tighter. "Well, you don't have to anymore."

For a while, neither of them said anything, just breathing deeply together.

"I zone out during sex too sometimes," Dagur told him. "Or, I used to."

"Same reason?" Hiccup asked. "Trauma?"

"Yeah. Prison was, uh, something else, you know?"

Hiccup felt guilt at that. He'd been the one to leave Dagur there, leave him imprisoned on Outcast Island. Hiccup didn't know all the things that had been done to him, but sometimes, scars could speak louder than words.

"And don't you dare feel guilty about it," Dagur scolded him.

"I wasn't--"

"I saw it in your eyes."

"Oh."

Dagur could read him like an open book, apparently.

After some time, Hiccup curiously ran his hand down to Dagur's cock. He was half hard, and he grunted when Hiccup touched him.

"Hiccup, we don't have to."

"I was enjoying myself," Hiccup said honestly. "Besides, we took a break. Everything's fine." He lifted his head to meet his eyes. "Unless you don't want to."

"I do." Dagur's voice was rough. "I just don't want to push you."

"Well, I don't want to push you either."

Silence, for a moment, and then the two of them broke into laughter. Hiccup found himself firmly stroking Dagur's cock, cutting his laughter short, turning his voice into a moan. He did want to have sex with Dagur. Sometimes, the good feelings from it could work as a painkiller for him.

It wasn't long before Hiccup found himself on his back underneath Dagur, the other man's hands under his thighs to pull them up. He entered him with eased practice, and Hiccup moaned right along with him.

"That's better," Dagur sighed.

"You just really--mm!--have the hots for me, don't you?"

"You know it!"

Hiccup laughed, letting his legs rest against Dagur's shoulders. There was a twinge of pain in his stump as he moved, but the pleasure quickly overrode the sensation. This was good. He wanted this.

They were interrupted, again, by the door opening below. Dagur didn't stop his movements, breathing hard as he fucked Hiccup, but Hiccup raised his head to look at who had entered his hut without knocking.

"You guys started without me?" Astrid asked, clearly disappointed. She was taking her axe from her back and setting it against the wall.

"Yeah," Dagur panted. "Sorry! It was Hiccup's idea!"

"I should believe that when you're usually the one who can't keep it in his pants?" Astrid asked. She was walking up the stairs, undoing her braid, her balance impeccable.

"I swear it was!"

Hiccup laughed. It was nice to see his other partner. "Yeah, it was me this time," he admitted.

Astrid gave them a nod. "That bed have room for one more?"

"You know it does," Hiccup got out between pants. He tossed his head back with a cry as Dagur hit his prostate. "Oh, oh! Right there!"

"Dagur! Don't make him cum yet!"

"Sorry."

Laughing, Astrid began to undress, and she soon joined them on the bed. Hiccup's pain was all but forgotten, and with it, his trauma. He knew it would rear its ugly head again, (it always did), but for now, his partners were keeping it at bay.

#asks #knowerofuselessfacts #nsft #smut #dagcup #dagcupstrid #hiccstrid #hiccup haddock #dagur the deranged #astrid hofferson #httyd #httyd rtte #rtte #how to train your dragon #race to the edge #fanfiction #writing #requests

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contactproblem · 7 months ago

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Thad, David, and Wes look like friends or at least on good terms but I have secret intel (headcanons, I made all of this up) that in season 2 when Thad and David are sophomores and Wes is a senior, Thad and David got involved in pretty useless drama the year prior. Wes was their only mutual friend and he kinda checked out for his last year of high school.

You see, in freshman year, David and Thad were both new and pretty good. Good enough to land a spot on the council, but who should get it? Only one spot will be open next year. So the two engage in show choir rivalry, the likes of which would make Rachel and Mercedes proud. They have to really tone down the competitiveness when Wes chastises them for unsportsmanlike conduct towards their own team members. And then, after eight months and a very very close call decision, David makes it and Thad doesn’t.

Except, one of the council members transfers to a different school. So there is a need for another new council member. And who else but Thad should get it? And yeah, he does get what he wanted. But he still can’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t their first choice.

During Season 2, he has to work with the guy who was ever so slightly better than him. And also his responsible friend Wes. Thad tries his best to make the most responsible council decisions possible, sometimes he just happens to clash with David. Council only meetings often end up in disaster, leaving Wes to handle a lot more of the responsibilities than he would like.

So he forced the two to make up or at least be civil when they work on Warblers council shit, so they begrudgingly comply until the very end of the year when they realize they actually really do enjoy each others’ company. Then at Wes’s graduation, they are very miserable because more than half of the last two years was wasted on petty bullshit and now one of their best friends is leaving.

So Thad and David become actual friends come Junior year (s3), which is also conveniently the time they need a new council member. It would’ve been Blaine, but he left for McKinley. Who do they pick?

The answer strides through the door with the confidence of a seasoned sous chef entering a restaurant’s kitchen. Sebastian Smythe, in all his arrogance, can sing quite well. And he has the charisma that, somehow, draws most of the Warblers to him. And so he replaces Wes as third council member.

Now, David and Thad are pretty good leaders, don’t get them wrong. It’s just that Sebastian’s leadership style is a lot more… independent. But as private school college counseling gets a lot more time consuming, it’s probably best to let Sebastian take care of the day to day rehearsal work while Thad and David plan competition technicalities.

The events of On My Way definitely change Sebastian. While he’s still a little bit bossy and continues to lead practices, he’s also more involved in behind-the-scenes stuff. David and Thad are definitely warming up to him.

Suddenly, senior year rolls around and the school brings on Hunter to lead the club? Do schools even recruit for show choir?? It’s the pair’s last year though, and no one is keen on losing either senior as a leader if Hunter also has to have power. So they have to kick Sebastian off.

In the timeline where Hunter doesn’t use steroids for a singing competition, maybe the trio forms a short lived bond. They have a really awesome graduation party where Sebastian triple checks with all the returning Warblers that he will most certainly get to spend his senior year as an actual council member. They’ll actually reinstate the system, gavel and everything. David and Thad cheer, because Wes really liked the gavel.

#glee #dalton academy warblers #glee headcanons #david thompson #thad harwood #wes montgomery #sebastian smythe #hunter clarington #saline problems

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kaitoujokerscans · 1 year ago

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Get Back Hachi’s Memories! CH5

<5> Enter the Time Thief!

"Kyo kyo!" came a peculiar shriek from the darkness.

"It's okay, Dark Eye. The lights just went out," Spade said in a reassuring voice next to them.

Dark Eye — tall, suited up, and head wrapped in bandages — clung to Spade. They were Spade's assistant and regularly accompanied him, faithfully carrying out his orders, but they could be timid sometimes. Under the disguise was a girl named Ai, who was the eldest member of a sibling idol trio called the Shuffle Sisters.

Spade turned on a flashlight to illuminate their footing. Apparently the power had gone out and the building had switched to emergency backup. Spade and Dark Eye were wearing glasses which could detect infrared beams. The two of them had entered the Escargot Museum after closing time, just as promised.

The Escargot Museum was, just as its outer appearance suggested, a somewhat unusual building. All of the hallways were curved. The passages twisted and turned without following a set route. The museum building itself was created as a piece of art. It had been constructed on a whim by a wealthy eccentric who later sold it off in its entirety, so it had odd gimmicks set up across its rooms.

In order to view the treasure displayed at the innermost area, the Golden Gallery Box, one would have to make it through the mazelike passages and reach the room at the very end. For this reason, very few guests had been able to see the treasure at all. A phantom thief trying to steal the treasure would find it even more challenging.

But the challenge was part of what made thieving so fun. Like Joker, the greater the obstacle Spade faced, the more motivated he was to overcome it. Nevertheless, there was one thing which concerned him: the Time Thief who had been sowing chaos all over lately.

A few days ago, Spade had gone to Mister Kaneari's mansion to scope it out for a job. Mister Kaneari was unveiling the treasure at a party, so he was going to get a preliminary look there, but as soon as Kaneari took the treasure out to flaunt it, it vanished like smoke. Kaneari was furious and was demanding to know where the treasure had gone, but it simply couldn't be found. This was evidently the work of this rumored Time Thief, but even though Spade had been present in person, he still couldn't figure out the trick that was used.

If he shows up here, I'll have to be on high alert...

Paying attention to his surroundings, Spade made his way to a small gallery room. This spot was called "The Room of Numbers", and the key hidden in this room was necessary to advance to the area where the Gallery Box was displayed.

There weren't any infrared beams here. The pair took off their glasses and turned on the lights.

"All right then..." Spade spun around and took a better look. As the room's name suggested, there was a large array of random four-digit numbers written all along the entire wall. Each one of them was a panel-like drawer. The key was probably inside one of these drawers.

Spade's gaze shifted to the sign standing in the center of the room.

"Open the drawer which cannot become 10 as an integer."

"......" Spade carefully regarded the words.

"Kyo kyo, what does it mean?" Dark Eye turned to Spade with a confused look.

"Hmm..." Spade set his chin on his hand and was about to say something. Then a soft breeze blew in and he sensed a presence behind him.

Spade turned around, his yellow crest swooshing around. There stood a man shrouded in a black cloak. The cloak covered his face entirely, making it too dark to make out the face behind.

"Kyo kyo!"

"Chu chu!" In response to Dark Eye's exclamation, a strange cry came from the cloak.

"You're..."

"Chu chu. We meet for the first time, Phantom Thief Spade." He sounded like he was puffing up his cheeks and wheezing out air as he spoke. A man's shrill voice rang from under the cloak.

Spade kept his distance from the man and asked him, "Are you... the Time Thief?"

"Chu chu, am I? If that is what I am being called, then I must be. I'm quite unfamiliar with the ways of this world." The Time Thief spoke in vague terms, trying to mystify Spade.

Nevertheless, Spade remained unruffled. "The other day, I had the pleasure of seeing you successfully steal a treasure. But the Gallery Box is all mine. You won't get your hands on it that easily!"

"Chu chu... will all go as well as you hope, though?" the Time Thief responded shrewdly. "There is but one thing I can say. You will find yourself outwitted by me."

"Oh, so that's how you want to play it. You're challenging me."

"Chu chu, whoever solves the riddle written on the sign first is the winner. How does that suit you?"

"That's perfect. But you're a step behind. The match is over already. Because I've already solved this room's riddle!"

"What!?" The Time Thief drew back in surprise.

"Kyo kyo! Really, Spade-sama?"

"Heh heh, of course." Spade brushed his crest of hair up triumphantly, regarding the four-digit numbers surrounding them as he spoke. "Dark Eye, are you familiar with the 10 game?"

"Kyo kyo? The 10 game, you said?"

"Yes. It's a puzzle where you have a sequence of 4 numbers, such as "1234" or "5678", and have to equate them to 10 using only basic + - × ÷ operators and parentheses. There are versions that include 0s or repeat digits, but all the numbers here are composed of different values from 1 to 9."

"Kyo kyo, now that you say it..." Dark Eye looked around and saw that the numbers on the wall were things like "5937" and "9627" which didn't repeat digits.

"Almost all of these numbers can form 10. For example, 5937 would be 5 + 9 + 3 - 7 = 10, and 9627 would be 9 ÷ (6 ÷ 2) + 7 = 10. But among all these combinations, there's one that's special," Spade said and walked briskly over to a specific number. Right in front of him was the number "3478".

"3478 is the only combination that can't equate to 10 by the conventional rules."

"Oho..." The Time Thief let out a low whisper.

"Kyo kyo! Really, Spade-sama?" Dark Eye promptly tried it out for themself. They thought of different ways to solve it, but no matter if the digits were added, subtracted, multiplied, or divided, they never became 10.

"Of course, if you do something like 7 ÷ 4 and use decimals, it's possible to get 10. But the riddle says 'as an integer', so this is the only combination that can't equate to 10."

"Kyo kyo! Which means that number is..."

"Yes, exactly." Spade pushed in the 3478 plate, which then sprung back and opened up a drawer. He put his hand inside, then gave a small laugh. When he drew his hand back out, there was an old key in his grip. "This is the answer. How's that for you, Time Thief?" Spade turned back to face the Time Thief.

But under his hood, the Time Thief just cackled with a little smile. "I see now. Well done, Phantom Thief Spade. I doubt I would have been able to solve this 10 game. I must applaud you for coming up with the answer, and so quickly at that."

"Looks like I've won this match."

"Heh heh, that remains to be seen. Thank you for telling me the answer...!" Then the Time Thief fiddled with something under his cloak.

"What are you doing?" Spade glared at the Time Thief suspiciously. Just at that moment, there came a vwoom sound like something bursting, and the Time Thief was enveloped in a green light. An instant later, something strange happened.

In the blink of an eye, the Time Thief had vanished from sight!

"Kyo kyo!"

"He's not here!?"

Astonished, the pair looked all around. But the cloaked man who had just been there was now gone without a trace.

"How can that be!?" Just as Spade let out a cry of alarm, there came another bursting sound from the same spot, and green light spilled forth. The next moment, there was the Time Thief again.

"Chu chu!"

"Wha-!?"

They stared at him in a daze, and then something even more unbelievable happened. The Time Thief stretched his right hand out from under his cloak, and in it was the key which Spade had just found!

"What!?"

"Kyo kyo!?"

Spade swiftly checked his hand. The key that had just been in his grasp was no longer there.

"...H-How did you do that!?"

"Hmm, I wonder how indeed?" The Time Thief smiled from under his cloak. "Chu chu, I'll give you one hint. I didn't solve the riddle on my own. You're the one who solved it. I was able to get the key... because you told me the answer."

"Say what...!?"

What's going on here...? Spade was at a total loss.

"Chu chu, it's simple. After I heard your explanation, I wound time back to before you entered the room and then stole the key for myself. Consequently, you weren't the one who found the key — I did. I changed the past and the present changed along with it."

"What the..."

"Kyo kyo, you really reversed time...?"

Somehow, the Time Thief had traveled through time. Once he gained intel in the present, he returned to the past and changed events with his foreknowledge of what would happen. He had used this method to steal a good number of treasures.

"I get it... that's why you had me explain the answer to the riddle."

"Chu chu, exactly."

"Ghh... Even so, I'm not backing down without a fight!" Spade pulled his gun out of its holster and pointed it at the Time Thief. "Ice Shot!"

Ice Shot was Spade's trademark move. He could freeze anything with the beams fired from his gun and stop them from moving — but not this time. Spade's fired beam collided with something in front of him and was deflected.

"What!?"

The Time Thief spoke calmly. "Chu chu, I neglected to mention this. When I reversed time, I also activated the anti-intruder traps. You're currently surrounded by reinforced glass."

"I am!?"

"Kyo kyo, Spade-sama!" Dark Eye tried to approach Spade, but there was a thick pane of glass all around him. No matter how hard they pounded on it, all it did was make a muffled noise.

"Chu chu, just wait there patiently. You can't undo the trap without this key! Fare thee well!" said the Time Thief. Then he inserted the key into the door leading further in, and turned it with a clink. The door creaked open, and with his cloak twirling around him, the Time Thief walked down the hallway and faded from sight.

As all of this happened, a set of eyes had been watching Spade.

From the ceiling peeked out a large, 20-centimeter-tall doll which looked just like Joker. It was called "Mini Joker", and it was Joker's recon drone. The real Joker was in the Sky Joker's living room with Queen and Roko, watching the video feed on a tablet.

"Geez, Spade was sloppy with that one. Anyway, the Time Thief really did manipulate time, didn't he..."

"Yes. Even if you solve the riddle or steal the treasure, he can just go back to the past and rewrite it. There's no way of getting around him."

"Spade's Ice Shot might've been able to freeze him, but..."

Roko and Queen pondered and puzzled.

"But if you had that ability, you might be able to go back to the past and figure out what the secret ingredient for Hachi-kun's curry is."

"Well really, it's the only option. There's no other way to know what's in the past."

Roko and Queen turned back to face Joker. When he'd explained to them about Hachi's memory loss, they'd told him, "Oh, all right. We'll help you out this time."

"Then let's go steal that ability! I already sent out advance notice."

As if he had something in mind, Joker whistled jauntily and stood up. He swiftly reverted from "Kaitou Joe" back into "Phantom Thief Joker"'s outfit. With Queen and Roko alongside him, he leapt out of the Sky Joker.

—But Joker had made one mistake. He hadn't switched off the tablet.

"Joe-san, let's have some tea♪"

Hachi had finished cleaning and arrived in the living room just after Joker and company left.

"Oh? Is he not here? ...Hm?" Hachi's eyes caught sight of the tablet sitting on the living room table, still switched on. On the screen was a live feed of the Escargot Museum, where Joker was about to enter.

#kaitou joker #light novel

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