#thanks for not being rude about our error

[livingfictionsystem]

that is great and really helpful advice, but we actually meant between alters. as in headmate a dating headmate b.

-🐝

Ope pfft. Apparently, Xanthe read that post too fast. Apologies.

I don't see much difference in dating within the system or outside of it. Xanthe dated Kaspar for years without even realizing they were an alter; just knew that sometimes, not everyone could see Kaspar. But---as someone who has dated both outside and in, yourself and your alter is going to feel more like dating a coworker. You have to make sure that your duties in the system and your relationship are kept separate. Aluciel, my girlfriend, and Xanthe, our co-host, are locked into a battle of wills somewhat regularly and I know I can't intervene in that. Cinder does.

So, I suppose it's a trick of knowing what would be a conflict of interest. But other than that, I find dating inside and outside remarkably similar.

-Xhaxhollari

[adrienneleclerc]

Hello, darling! 🫶🏻 You could write more about Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux I don't know maybe you see a second part of "The Happy Throuple"

Hello, querida! So there is already a second part of “The Happy Throuple” and its called "Nobody Everybody Knows", its on my masterlist right next to "The Happy Throuple" so you could go ahead an read that. But here is the third installment of your favorite Throuple

Family Meeting

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: the first time all three sets of parents meet each other.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying the happy throuple story, there are many more installments such as a gender reveal party, shopping for the baby, decorating the baby’s room and figuring out a name, having Pascale and Alexandra’s mom host a baby shower, Charles proposing, giving birth to the baby, the classic struggles of being first time parents, the wedding, the baby’s first birthday, the baby’s first trip around the paddock, Leo and the baby being besties, the baby being a toddler, BIG PLANS but I expect everyone to be patient because planning it out does take time. Anything about Alexandra I pure made it up and I am SO UPSET because I had to rewrite the majority of the fanfic because it didn’t fucking save!!

(You know what’s FASCINATING? Becky G, Charles, and Alexandra were probably at the SAME LAKERS GAME!!!!!! My mind is BLOWN)

Y/N has met Alexandra’s parents when her and Alexandra first became roommates. Charles and Alexandra met each other’s parents when they first started dating. However, neither met Y/N’s parents and Y/N hasn’t met Charles’s mom, but she has met his brothers.

So Charles came up with a brilliant plan to fly Y/N’s parents out to Monaco so everyone can meet. Her parents said yes immediately. Charles was already nervous about picking up Y/N’s parents from the Nice Airport, Y/N riding shotgun obviously, she’s 7 weeks pregnant.

“Muñeco, this was your idea, relax.” Y/N said.

“How can I relax? The first time I’m meeting your parents is because I got you pregnant! Screw making good first impression, all your dad is going to see is the man that knocked up his 22 year old daughter.” Charles said, parking the car in the airport parking lot.

“Alexandra is preparing the apartment for our parents, she took Leo out for a walk and gave him a bath, he should be clean and wearing a cute little bow tie.” Y/N said. Both of them got out of the car, Y/N kisses him. “Everything will be fine.” They got out of the car and entered the terminal her parents say they were going to arrive in. “I’m gonna get some Dunkin’ for my mom, you okay to wait here?”

“Yeah of course, mon ange, here’s my card.” Charles said, giving Y/N his credit card. Y/N kissed his cheek before going to Dunkin’ and Charles waited for Y/N's parents to arrive. When Y/N was in line at Dunkin', some people asked for photos with her, same with Charles. Y/N was walking back with an iced coffee in hand and some donuts when her parents arrive with suitcases.

"Ay mija por favor, estás embarazada, no puedes tomar café, ya sabes eso." Her mom scolded her. Please, you’re pregnant, you can’t drink coffee, you know that

"Mami, lo compre para ti." Y/N said. I bought this for you

"Ay gracias, princesa, te quiero mucho." Her mom said, hugging and kissing Y/N on the cheek before taking the coffee. "Presentanos Y/N, no seas maleduducada." Thank you princess, I love you so much. Introduce us, Y/N, don’t be rude

"Mami, Papi, this is Charles Leclerc, my boyfriend." Y/N said.

"Pleasure to meet you." Charles said, leaning in for a hug with Y/N's mom and shaking Y/N's dad's hand.

"Nice to meet you too Charles, I'm Macarena, this is Jorge." Macarena said.

"Y donde esta la flacucha esa?" Jorge asked. Where is she

"Papi! Ella esta en el apartamento, ya vamonos." Y/N scolded her father. Charles helped with the luggage and they got into the biggest car he owned. She’s in the apartment, let’s go

“So how long have you been dating Y/N?” Jorge asked

“About a year.” Charles replied.

“Y la flacucha esa?” Jorge asked again.

“Papi!” Y/N scolded her father.

“Ay perdón! How long have you been dating Alexandra?” Jorge asked.

“A little over a year.” Charles replied.

“And what made you think you yourself ‘you know what, I would like two girlfriends, that’d be great’, hm?” Jorge asked and Macarena hit his shoulder.

“Actually Alexandra was the one that liked Y/N first. Alex would invite Y/N on our shopping trips and when she would leave me alone with Y/N, we would talk and I fell in love. We both fell in love with her.” Charles said, putting his hand on Y/N’s thigh.

“Ah, that’s nice.” Macarena commented. Charles turned on the audio of his car stereo and it was playing on of Y/N’s songs.

“That’s no way you actually have this song on your playlist, muñeco.” Y/N commented in disbelief.

“Of course I do! I have to support my girlfriend, after all.” Charles said and turned up the volume. He drove into this building’s parking garage and parked the car in his spot. Him, Y/N, and her parents got out of the car. “I put you guys in a hotel and I will drop you guys off later tonight, I’m just waiting for a few people..” Charles said and that’s when Charles’s mom and Alexandra’s parents, Mariana and Adrien, pull up in their cars. Pascale got out of her car.

“Charles, whats going on here?” Pascale asked.

“Maman! This is Y/N, my girlfriend, and her parents, Macarena and Jorge.” Charles introduced them. Pascale stepped closer to Y/N.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” Pascale hugged Y/N and Y/N hugged her back.

“It’s lovely to meet you too, Charles adores you.” Y/N commented.

“Ah, entonces es niño de mami.” Jorge commented to his wife and Macarena hit his shoulder again. Oh so he’s a mama’s boy

“No seas malo, Jorge, por Dios,” Macarena said before saying hello to Pascale. Don’t be mean, Jorge, god

“Oh Mariana, Adrien, these are my parents.” Y/N said as soon as Mariana and Adrien got out of their car.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Adrien said to Jorge.

“You too. How do you feel about your daughter dating Charles?” Jorge asked Adrien.

“He’s a fine young man, perfectly harmless.” Adrien said.

“He got my daughter pregnant so he’s not that harmless.” Jorge commented.

“But they’re in love. My daughter loves your daughter very much, I can guarantee that.” Adrien said.

“That makes me feel better, thank you, man.” Jorge patted Adrien’s back.

“I can’t believe you came from New York, how was the flight?” Mariana asked Macarena.

“It was fine, her son got us first class tickets.” Macarena commented.

“That’s good, it’s a long flight. Charles, Can we go up? I’m getting cold.” Pascale told her son.

“Oh right, of course, let’s go.” Charles said before pressing the elevator button. When the elevator door opened, he held out his arm so everyone can get it before he did and once he was in, he pressed the button for his floor. Once the elevator opened on his floor, Y/N opened the penthouse door.

“Reina, we’re here, I brought Dunkin’.” Y/N said, putting her bag on the couch, and that’s when she heard the tippy tappies of Leo. “Leo! Ay, que cosita tan linda, me extrañaste bebé?” Y/N asked rhetorically as she squatted down to pet the dog before leo runs to Charles. The parents were observing the penthouse and Alexandra came in, greeting Pascale and her parents with a kiss in the cheek before she went over to Y/N parents. What a cute little thing you are, did you miss me, baby

“Hola, soy Alexandra, un placer conocerlos.” Alexandra said, hugging Macarena and Jorge, Hi, I’m alexandra, it’s a pleasure to meet youn

“Un placer conocerte también, flacucha.” Jorge said. Pleasure to meet you too

“Papi!” Y/N yelled.

“No se preocupe, me puedes decir flaca si quieres, no me molesta.” Alexandra said. Don’t worry, you can call me that if you want, I don’t mind

“Está bien flaca. Y cuéntanos, cómo conociste a nuestra hija?” Jorge asked. Tell us, how did you meet our daughter?

“Ah, la conocí en una fiesta. Un chico me estaba pidiendo el número, le dije que no pero me seguía molestando y Y/N vino al rescate.” Alexandra said. I met her at a party. Some guy was asking form,y number, I said no but he kept bothering me and Y/N rescued me

“Si, así es Y/N, siempre defendiendo a la gente. Se hicieron amigas por cuanto?” Macarena asked. Yeah, that’s how Y/N is, always defending people. How long were you two fiends?

“Creo que fuimos amigas por 2 años antes que me empezara a gustar.” Alexandra answered. I think we were friends for 2 years before I started liking her

“Y por qué te empezó a gustar? Como que cambió?” Jorge asked. And when did you start liking her? What changed?

“Ah pues creo que fue cuando empecé a recibir hate por salir con Charles, llamándome una interesada y otras cosas feas. Estaba llorando y ella me estaba consolando, diciendo que nada lo que ellos dicen es cierto, y la empecé de ver de otra manera. Desde ese entonces, todo lo que ella hacía me empezó a gustar. Me gusta como se arregla el cabello, como canta cuando cocina, cositas así. Es guapa, claro, pero es humilde, dulce, inteligente, talentosa, y la admiro mucho.” Alexandra confessed. Oh well I think it happened when I started to receive hate for dating charles, people were calling me a gold digger and other awful,things. I was crying and she comforted me, said that what they’re saying is not true, and I saw her differently. Since that day, I started liking everything she did. I like how she does her hair, how he sings when she’s cooking, stuff like that. She’s hot, of course, but she’s humble, sweet, smart, talented, and I admire her a lot

“Y de Charles?” Macarena asked.

“Yo creo que es mejor que él te lo explique. Mon beau, Macarena and Jorge want to talk to you.” Alexandra said. Charles excused himself from Mariana and Adrien and went to Macarena and Jorge. I think it’s better if he explains it

“Hello, what did you want to talk about?” Charles asked.

“Same thing we asked Alexandra, how did you meet Y/N and when did you start liking her?” Jorge asked,

“Well she was invited to the Miami Grand Prix in 2023 so that’s when I met her, she came to the Ferrari garage and when she spotted Alexandra, they started talking. That’s when they told me they were friends. It wasn’t until we went to this Peruvian restaurant that I started to like her. She was talking about how she went to Peru for this music festival and how her fans were waiting outside the hotel to take photos with her. Then I started sharing my experience with ‘crazed fans’ and it felt good to talk to someone about it. We both suffer from anxiety so she’s been helping me with mine, Alex can’t relate to what I go through but Y/N can,” Charles said.

“She does seem happier on our phone calls.” Macarena said,

“You’re a good guy, charles.” Jorge said. Y/N was with Pascale.

“So Y/N, charles mentioned he met you at a Grand Prix?” Pascale asked.

“Yes, I was invited by one of Ferrari’s sponsors and I got to meet him in the Ferrari garage. It was actually kinda cool, my uncle is a formula 1 fan so when I would go over to his house when I was younger, I would watch the races.” Y/N said.

“That’s nice, dear. What made you like him?” Pascale asked.

“I had this dog charity event, I’m a big animal lover, and he heard me on my phone arguing with the person who was supposed to host with me, saying he wasn’t able to do it anymore and Charles said he would host with me. I asked him why and he said because he wanted to help me and him being there would bring in more people. He wasn’t wrong, a lot of dogs got adopted that day. He’s selfless, humble, so kind, that made me fall in love.” Y/N confessed.

“He’s very in love with you too, he can’t wait to be a father.” Pascale said.

“Yeah, he’s very excited.” Y/N said.

“You seem like a good fit for him Y/N, I hope one day you could come over to our house.” Pascale said.

“I would like that very much.” Y/N said,

The rest of the day, the parents were sitting in the dining room, drinking wine, and sharing embarrassing childhood stories for their children.

“Alexandra flushed her sister’s goldfish down the toilet because she thought it led to the ocean,” Mariana said and everyone was laughing.

“Yeah, that’s enough wine for you.” Alexandra took the wine bottle that was in the center of the table and brought it to the kitchen counter where Y/N and Charles were eating potato chips. “Looks like our parents are getting along.”

“What embarrassing story did you hear this time?” Y/N asked.

“One of mine, actually. It’s crazy how they’re talking like old friends.” Alexandra said.

“It’s even crazier that they’re all cool with us being a throuple, I thought I was going to die.” Charles said

“Well I’m glad you didn’t, muñeco.” Y/N kissed him.

“Think we could stay the night?” Alexandra asked.

“Of course you’re staying the night. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Charles said. The three observed their parents talking, looks like the family meeting was a success.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! It took me forever to write

[cozage]

hello! Im kinda new to tumblr so i dont really know if im supposed to send requests here so sorry if im supposed to send it somewhere else, but for my request can it be fem! Reader x sanji? Hurt to comfort where he says something mean but then apologizes? And can you pull out the angsty bit a little, but make the ending fluffy? And for the format can it be like a mini fic? If you want you can add other characters but i mainly want sanji! Thats all! Sorry if my request didnt make sense as im new to tumblr😔. Thank youu!

A/N: Hi! You did everything perfectly!! Thank you for the request <3 it was so hard to make Sanji mean even accidentally 😭 I hope this is good! It’s also not edited so please forgive any grammatical errors!  Characters: fem reader x Sanji Cw: Sanji is an idiot and says mean things (and is a little sexist) Total word count: 900

Rude Comments

“I can do it, Sanji.” Your words came out quick and short. Your temper was rising, both at your task at hand and the blonde who was hovering behind you. He didn’t normally come with you on jobs for Franky, but he had been free today.

“It’ll be faster if I do it,” Sanji offered. He reached out for the wrench. 

“I can do it!” you snapped again. You pulled away from the task and glared at him. “Franky asked me to do this, so let me do it!”

“Well, it’s just…” Sanji eyed your clenched fist around the wrench and took a step back. “It’s not really a woman’s job to do this sort of thing, and-”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” you bellowed. “You think I’m not capable of doing this?”

Sanji threw his hands up in a plea. “No my love! It’s not that at all! It’s just…you’re not very good at this.”

It felt as though you had swallowed a stone. “Franky always asks me to do this.”

“And you’re being very helpful!” Sanji said quickly. “But he gives it to you because it’s not exactly a top priority task and…well, it’s really hard to mess up.” 

Sanji gave a weary look back to your workplace as if your handiwork spoke for itself. His pitied gaze and words made you suddenly want to be alone. 

“Fine,” you mumbled, dropping the wrench to the ground. “Fix it for me, then.”

“Of course, darling!” Sanji jumped at the wrench. You were fairly sure he was already starting to explain how he turned the bolt, but you walked out the door without listening further. 

You didn’t see Sanji for a while. That was fine with you, though. You retreated to the back of the ship and perched atop a barrel, staring out at the sea to think. Did Franky always give you useless tasks just to keep you busy? You frequently had to return to the same tasks again and again. What if Franky broke things just to have you fix them? 

The thought brought tears to your eyes. You had been so sure Franky enjoyed your company and valued your help. He had called you “super indispensable” more times than you could count. Was it all just a lie?

“Darling?” 

Sanji’s voice broke through your mental spiral and you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks. 

“Yeah?” Your voice came out wobbly, but there was no point in hiding from Sanji. 

You turned to face him. You had been ready for him to fuss over you, but you found that he was covered in sweat and grease and plenty of other weird stains and smears. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge your puffy eyes at first. He looked too exhausted. 

“So, this is the part where I apologize,” he said softly. 

He strode over to you in three steps and swept your hair out of your face. His hands were covered in grime, and you could feel the oily substance stick to your face. The feeling made you jerk away from him, but he was already pulling out a clean cloth and wiping it away. 

“I’m sorry I said those things, my love. I know you are very capable of doing anything you put your mind to. Your persistence is one of my favorite things about you. I shouldn’t have tried to take that away from you. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m so sorry I thought I could do something better than you just because of our genders.”

His words made your eyes swell. You had planned on still being mad at him after this. But seeing those crystal blue eyes and hearing his sweet words made you crumble all over again. 

“I forgive you.” You sniffed and wiped the tears from your eyes again. “Just don’t do it again.”

Sanji let out a laugh. “Oh, I will never be taking on a task Franky gives you again. You know how I said it was ‘hard to screw up’? It turns out that was wrong. I broke the whole pipe. Franky was pissed. He said he doesn’t let anyone touch that problem except you and him. Something about the pressure system needing a delicate hand, and only the two of you have the knack for it.”

It took a moment for his words to process, but you could feel your heart swelling. “Franky only lets me do that?”

Sanji nodded, guiding you towards the kitchen. “And a few other tasks. Says you’re the only one he trusts to do it right.” 

“I didn’t know that.” You had a vague feeling that you needed to cry for an entirely different reason now. 

He gave another laugh and sat you at the counter. “Well, you always excel at everything you do. It turns out I have a lot to make up for. What should we start with, chocolate cake or ice cream?”

[empress-simps]

Can I request a fic with Remus (I love him), with a shy fem!reader girlfriend? House doesn’t really matter, but Hufflepuff might be fitting lol. She wants to meet his group of friends officially for the first time (she’s dating Remus and she hasn’t yet), but she’s too anxious despite trying to hype herself up for it? Maybe Remus comforts her

Darling, this is such a cute request! 🫶 Also, who doesn’t love Remus? We all do, no questions asked (I would do anything for him and Regulus). I absolutely love to write for this man, and I think Remus with a shy s/o is stinking cute. Thank you for requesting! 🫂 (Not edited so there may be grammatical errors or typos lurking around)

Loving Yellow and Black

Pairings: Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader CW: Language and mentions of smoking.

In many ways, you were different from his friends.

You were polite, kind, and willing to help others- basically what everyone thinks of when they picture an ideal Hufflepuff student. Not saying that James, Sirius, and Peter were rude or anything like that, but there was just something gentle about you that Remus saw. As for them? They’re a rambunctious mess, a bit rough around the edges.

Remus found it quite charming, you try your best to blend in, be a wallflower so your student life at Hogwarts would be smooth sailing. Although, to Remus, no matter what you do, you stand out effortlessly. When he first expressed his interest in you, you were hesitant and cautious. You thought it was just one of the many other pranks that he and the other marauders had planned on other students.

“Go out with me, Y/n?” Remus asked nervously, after a week of him approaching and befriending you.

“Erm…” You looked around, making sure he was talking to you. “Are you talking to me?”

So, he did everything he could to make sure you know that he’s serious about you and that you won’t feel anything but that.

Slowly but surely, the hesitance and doubts started to go away as you got to know him better. You learned that he loves chocolates, his eyes would light up when you bring him chocolate frogs whenever you and your friends would go to Hogsmeade. His eyes having literal stars as he took in the sight of you, and how his laugh would make you smile as he whisks you away from your common rooms to hang out (snog) in the Astronomy tower and bringing you back just before the clock strikes twelve.

You bring out the best versions of yourself when you’re both with each other. Remus helps you to be a bit more adventurous, making you try things you never even thought of doing, such as sneaking out past curfew. Remus was your many firsts.

Remus found himself being more patient and calmer than before, maybe your nature rubbed off on him like how his rubbed off on you.

“Moony, are you smoking… you know?”

Remus nearly choked on his breakfast one morning. He turns to look at Sirius, eyes wide with shock. “Just why would you think that Padfoot?!” Sirius shrugged, putting his arms up as if he was surrendering. “Geez, just asking a question, don’t get your knickers in a twist, Moony.”

“I’m not smoking, or doing whatever you think I’m doing, you sod.”

Remus grumbles while James just laughed, “Alright, there’s our original Moony.”

“You seem calmer recently, Moons. We were just curious.” Peter shrugs, taking a bite out of his pancake, Remus raised his eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, it was like you turned into a saint. You don’t even scold James and I anymore for our boxers strewn across the floor- “

“Hey! Shut it, what if Lily hears?!”

“Mind you, we are in the great hall eating breakfast, Padfoot.”

“I’m just saying!”

“Quiet down, people are looking.”

It was just a matter of time when your friends found out you’re dating Remus and managed to keep it under their noses for a few months.

“Y/n! How could you? We trusted you!” El, one of your friends shrieks dramatically, plopping down her bed, making you furrow your eyebrows. “Erm… is there something going on?”

“of course there is! Why did you keep it a secret?” She whined, pulling you next to her.

“Keep what a secret?”

“You and Lupin!”

“Oh, erm…” You trailed off, trying to fight the blush forming on your face. Your other friends started to tease you, “So it’s true!”

“Yes.” You confirmed with a nod, your hands over your face as a poor attempt to cover your blush.

“Alright, we need to know if the bloke is good enough to date our Y/n.”

It quickly became known to other students within your house that you were dating the witty marauder. Of course, this kind of news spreads like wildfire across Hogwarts; even reaching the three marauders who were in the dark with their Moony’s love life. They need to meet you as soon as possible and didn’t even let Remus have peace and quiet until he asked you if you were okay about it.

“So, they found out about us.” Remus bit his lip, looking nervously. You blinked, “Well, it was bound to happen, my friends were… vocal about it.” She chuckled as Remus cracked a grin.

“Tell me about it.”

“I’m guessing they want to meet me?”

Remus nodded, sighing. “Sorry angel. I tried to tell them- “

“It’s alright, honey. I figured it would be good after my friends also demanded you to meet them.”

To say that you were terrified would be an understatement; you felt like you were going to throw up in your shoes, break out in a cold sweat, or even stumble because damn it- your legs are shaking, as if you’re going to collapse under your own weight.

Well yeah, you were the one who kinda brought it up, but it still didn’t lessen the nerves you have. You wanted them to at least be civil towards you and to recognize your relationship with their friend. You were thinking of what outfit you should wear a week prior to the meeting, and you carefully planned out how you would respond to the possible questions they’d have. Call it over thinking, but you were just preparing for every single possible outcome.

“Alright, I can do this.” You chanted, looking at the mirror then at your watch, only 30 minutes before Remus arrives in the Hufflepuff common room. You checked your hair, smoothing it out as you checked yourself for the umpteenth time.

“Merlin, Y/n. You’re acting like you’re meeting the Prime Minister of Magic.” El commented, shaking her head. “You’ll be fine, if they don’t like you… then they better prepare themselves for a Hufflepuff’s wrath.”

Remus casts a glance worriedly at you, fixing your black and yellow scarf on your neck. “Darling, it isn’t that cold out, you don’t have to practically cover your face with it.” He chuckles, kissing your reddening cheeks as you huffed, “It would be a great help when I meet your friends.” Grinning, he pinched your cheeks, making you glare at him.

“They’ll love you. Don’t worry too much, yeah?” He whispers, before giving your forehead a kiss, at this point, Remus and the cold weather’s mission is to make you look like a tomato.

You gulped nervously, fiddling with the ends of the scarf. “But… I…”

To be honest, you are kind of expecting them to be disappointed when they meet you. A Hufflepuff girl, fairly average, wallflower, and a goody-two-shoes. Quite boring, in your opinion. Remus’s gaze hardened, as if scolding you. “I know what’s going on your pretty mind, darling. Just be yourself.” Squeezing your hand in his, you made your way to the Gryffindor Tower and to the dorm room he and his friends share.

“There you are, Moony!” James smiled as he opened the door to their room, his smile widening as he casts, a glance at you. “You must be Y/n! Come in!” He excitedly ushers both of you inside the room, you gave Remus’s hand a squeeze, he looks at you and squeezes back. You took a glance at their room, there was Sirius laying down lazily on his bed, Peter sitting on a random beanbag on their dorm room, and Lily sitting on her boyfriend’s bed, beaming a smile in which you returned; albeit a little more nervously.

“Any second further than that and I’d thought Moony was lying about finally getting a girl, isn’t that right, wormtail?” Sirius grinned, teasing Remus before standing up and giving you a hug. Which made you widen your eyes and stiff up, but recovering quickly to hug him back, pulling away after a few moments.

“Nice to meet you, love. I’m Sirius.”

You smiled shyly, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n.”

“Remus, tell me again how’d you manage to get someone as gorgeous as she is?”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Sod off, Pads.” Sirius just laughed, smiling as he looks at you and Remus together.

“Hi Y/n, I’m Peter. Nice to meet you.” Peter smiled politely, holding out his hand which you took, shaking it. “Nice to meet you too, Peter.”

Lily smiled, pointing at her boyfriend. “That one’s James! Don’t pay attention to him- “ cue a protest from James, who’s pouting  “-and I’m Lily, so glad there’s another girl in the group! They’re driving me crazy!” She practically bounced off her feet and hugged you, making you stumble, and Remus put a hand on your back to support you.

Okay, this wasn’t what you expected. Quite far actually.

Your heart fills with warmth as you allowed a smile to appear on your face, looking around, seeing how they felt so comfortable with you already. Sirius was busy bothering Peter, who shoos him away, complaining that he’s being annoying even when you’re with them. “Have you got any shame left with you, Padfoot?”

“Hm, last time I checked none.”

James was trying to get your opinion on how to pull off one of their pranks, and Lily scolding him not to drag you onto his shenanigans.

Remus pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist, he whispers. “Welcome to the family, darling.”

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - The Council

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And then it is a matter of time before i take the time to edit everything and make it into an actual series to upload to my AO3.

But that is for later.

For now?

Story time.

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Dream checks the room again. He had been setting things up for this meeting and it is all perfect!

He hears a groan behind him as Red huffs “Dude is more charged than normal.”

Core mutters much softer “I think he is fine? I don’t know why he is… like this.”

Red snorts “He didn’t tell you?”

Core is silent for a bit before speaking even softer “No… he doesn’t really… talk to me anymore.”

Red laughs and says something but Dream can’t quite hear what he says to the child.

Not that it matters. Today is going to be the day!

They just had one more meeting planned!

Ink rushes to his side “Everything is ready!” he grins as he looks around “So… is Blue here yet?”

Dream raises a brow at him “No he is helping some of others get here. Get the news for this meeting around even more…” Dream shoots Ink a look as Ink looks a bit too casual for his taste. Dream may need to start and try wingmanning again but that is for later. After he had time to talk with Ink about this. But most importantly! After this meeting!

This… This is too important.

Dream needs them to be nice to him. Dream promised him he would make sure to do what he can to make sure this went well.

Dream honestly doesn’t even care of the others are comfortable. They just need to be nice to Nightmare. After everything.

He needs it.

So he needs this to be perfect.

He hums as he checks the snacks and the chairs. Enough for everyone. Okay!

Dream smiles and looks around. There are still a few guests missing before he can message the others that everything is ready-

A portal opens and Blue walks out with a happy wave. Classic joins him with a yawn “Why am I here again?”

Blue grins “It is a very important meeting!”

Classic shoots him a glance “I thought I already said I had no interest in like… god decisions and stuff?”

Blue laughs and grins cheeky “oh don’t worry. This is just an announcement! But it is important everyone learns!” and Blue leads him to one of the open chairs. Classic and Red greet each other and talk a bit about hanging out soon.

Dream nods and glances around. Error is already in his spot and seems to make sure people aren’t sitting in some of the seats. All according to plan.

More people show up and everyone gets comfortable. It takes a while longer but then Reaper also shows up with the true hermit out of all of them. Geno looks unamused as he unhappily sits in his own seat. He however does do a two fingered salute towards Error who does one back. Fresh sits down near the other and Geno just shoots him an annoyed look.

Dream does a quick headcount before sending Dust the message before he gets up and smiles “Hey everyone! Thank you all so much for showing up today. I know it was a short notice and appreciate everyone making time.”

Red yawns as he looks bored “Not like much changes for most of us. Timeloops.”

Razz glares at him “Stop being rude!” he huffs and looks expecting at Dream.

Dream smiles as he puts his hands behind him “I have great news! My brother has been found and is well! He and his gang are on their way to speak to all of you.”

Chaos.

And Dream just keeps smiling. He can see Blue snicker and Classic shoot him curious looks. Geno however just looks expecting at Reaper and Reaper grins back at him.

Dream holds up a hand and smiles “I understand some of you are nervous. For this I would like everyone to settle down and listen. Before anything else… I need to tell you a story. One that is from long ago. I need you to remember. Nightmare had been helping the multiverse. We both had duties. Ones we never choice and just tried our best to follow.”

Now… His part.

Dream takes a deep breath as he starts speaking “A long time ago… There was a tree and a guardian. The tree was not just any tree. The tree bore very special fruit. The fruit of legends were told to hold the emotions and magic of the multiverse. The tree had a loyal guardian. Her name had been Nim. She stood guard by the tree every day of her existence. Guarding it as the tree filtered in and out emotions.”

“As time went by. She grew lonely and wished to not be alone. She pulled her magic and used a tiny bit of magic of the tree. With effort she created a small tree spirit, then the tree spirit split of part of itself. Which formed a second spirit. Nim held both beings of magic and emotions and named them. The eldest she named Dream. The younger she named Nightmare.”

Dream had decided against sharing the obvious favouritism of Nim. Not when it would be obvious in subtext. Speaking too directly may just cause them to search for even more hidden meanings. This way they will make their own conclusions.

“She tried to make forms for them but nothing seemed to work. The energies of the two spirits too strong to be contained in any simple form. So she let them exist as they were for now. “

“Then one day… a human came to the tree. Making demands for a fruit to gain its powers. After  along drawn out fight Nim managed to slay the human, but had been mortally wounded herself.”

Dream frowns as he continues the story “In her last moments. She searched the multiverse. And found a form which would fit well enough. A body of a lot of positivity. Strong of will and wants. Motivated. She gave the body to both of us before becoming one with the tree.” as Dream tells the story he can see a few of them frown. Connecting the dots there. The fact that both of them had been giving positive bodies. Bodies that clearly only would fit one of the twin.

Dream takes a deep breath as he continues “The two of us. Were now the new guardians. We would stay with the tree and keep watch. We had a connection to the emotions of the tree and could still feel Nim within.” A moment of silence and then he says the next part “We had been watching and learning for four years after all.”

Clearer frowns. Some clear distress.

Dream continues “And for a while. It was fine. We watched the tree. The tree sheltered us and we slept between the roots. Then one day…” his hands form fists “People settled near the tree. They made a town. A village.”

The hardest part.

“At first they seemed interested and understanding. Being willing to let our tree be and respectful. But… as I spend day after day in the village. helping them as I could. I did not realise that they had a wrong idea of how we were. Who we were. They saw me as the one responsible for the emotions of positivity. They saw Nightmare as the being responsible for negativity.” He makes sure to stare them down. Make them see how similar they had all been to that. How he himself had been similar to those creatures. It is hard to talk about the trauma. To put it into words. But it needs to happen. And he is not going to make them all read the book.

“Over time. They held me responsible for all things positive. Expecting me to do everything. Expecting me to work day after day. Moving things. Planting things. Cleaning things. Because I was supposed to be positivity. I was supposed to help them.” he stares Core down “I was supposed to do just whatever they wanted because that made them happy.” They flinch. Good.

He stares back at the others “My brother? They held him responsible for everything negative. If someone got sick. If the harvest wasn’t good. If someone got a failing grade… if someone died.” He glares “He was never responsible for it. But no one would believe him. And I was unaware.”

He looks to the side for a moment “Then one day. As I was drugged to make sure I slept. They attacked the tree. The very tree my brother was still defending. They ended up mortally wounding him. and in a moment of desperation. He ate an apple.” One second before “We were six.”

Dream sighs as he continues “The apple gave Nightmare powers he was never supposed to have. And he defeated those threatening the tree. I found him after. Still unaware and unknowing. Not having any of the information. I just could not understand why my brother would harm those nice people in the village.” he grins “After all. Why would I see people who make a child work see as evil? If our very mother also decided to give us jobs much larger than we should have ever had?”

He sighs “Our mother was gone. Most of the villagers dead. Nightmare having at this point eaten most of the apples. One remained. I picked it up.” he places a hand on his sternum “My being absorbed it.” He only has one apple. “And with it… that was it. The tree and apples were gone.”

He continues on. Now a lot calmer “Most of what happened after is generally known. I got turned into stone and years went by. My brother, having gotten the powers of a god, took up his role and job as guardian of stability seriously. As that is what the tree had been about. The tree was about keeping balance. And Nightmare, immediately figured out he would have to keep balance now. And he did. He travelled the universe to manually balance everything instead of the apples just doing the work passively.”

And he lets the story end.

Geno frowns at him “And when you broke out. You misunderstood. You didn’t have all the facts yourself and made the very same assumptions those people made in the past. And tried to fix it. only to unbalance things further.”

Dream nods “correct.”

Classic frowns at him as well “So… why share now.”

Dream grins a tiny bit “Because there is one last very important detail that is different between us. My brother, transformed thanks to the apples into who he was and was known as. He gained the powers and form he needed to do his work as god of balance. I myself. First broke out of stone and spend time in our old AU to grow into who I am today before I joined my twin in the multiverse.”

It is Fresh who figures it out first. His glasses change to ‘wait?!’ as he shoots upright “Yo dog you mean?” the others seem to connect the dots themselves.

Dream grins and looks at the door “They are up to date.”

And the door opens.

Killer walks in with a large grin. His arms holding a very tiny skeleton. Nightmare seems to be wearing an oversized hoody. Seems like the gang decided to go for emotional manipulation after all. Oh well. That is their choice.

Silence as Killer walks over to the table and pulls a chair out. Cross joins his side and puts down a bit of a booster seat. Nightmare pulls a face and looks unhappy. Killer chuckles and grins at him “Sorry tiny boss. It is either the booster or lap.” Nightmare stares at the chair and sighs but nods.

Killer puts him in his seat and Nightmare is still clearly a bit too short for the table but it works. Killer sits next to him and Cross joins Killer’s other side. Dust sits on Nightmare’s other side and checks him. Nightmare pulls a face again but Dust just makes sure that Nightmare is comfortable.

Dream smiles brightly as the others all stare “Nightmare. Never grew past the age of six. The age he had been mortally wounded. Meaning. That when the apples disappeared. He returned to that age.”

Dream honestly thinks this is going very well.

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The meeting eventually got started and Dust only watches bored. Everyone had asked the normal questions and Dream had kept the conversation going. Reinforcing that yes. The gang are now Nightmare’s guardians and will remain his guardians. Nightmare had picked a new domain for his godhood and what it had included.

Meanwhile Dust just kept busy with Nightmare. Nightmare had very quickly looked bored and muttered that he was happy they never wasted their time with this stupid meeting. Dust had snorted because he could see that some of the others had visibly melted at Nightmare’s soft spoken voice.

Lavander specifically had seemed ready to launch himself across the table. Especially as Killer had just smirked at him and nodded as if he confirmed something.

Dust however just checks Nightmare as Nightmare works on some of his assignments. Nightmare has a tiny adorable thinking frown on his face and he is slowly but surely starting to stick his tongue slightly out in concentration.

Honestly some of the noises and coos are a bit much in Dust’s opinion but he won’t mention it. Nightmare hadn’t noticed and still seemed comfortable and that is what mattered.

Dream smiles brightly “and I believe that concludes the meeting. Any other notes?”

Lavander grins widely and his hand shoots up. waiting.

Dream blinks but smiles “Yes Lavender?”

Lavander grins “Now that this is in the open I can share a bit of knowledge I have had for a while.” One of the others mutters about the whore not knowing anything and Lavander grins wider “A while ago. Killer came by my universe.”

Killer blinks and looks shocked while Dust grins. Oh. This whole thing. Nightmare also looks up a bit more curious. Knowing where this is going.

Lavander continues “Something about bringing a special thank you for someone in my universe. After taking care of a child for a bit before his parents were able to get him back.”

The shocked silence amuses Dust as people shoots Nightmare, Killer and Lavander looks.

Lavander looks smug “I assume. That as god of restoration.” He looks at Nightmare “did… did you make it? the flower?”

Nightmare nods and shrugs as he plays with his pencil with tiny bat motive “Your Grillby was nice and helped me with getting me food. I figured it would be a good payment.” He huffs and looks determined “I don’t do debts.”

Dust thinks someone holds a hand on their sternum and Dust gets it. Nightmare is cute.

Lavander smiles brightly “Thank you. It worked perfectly.”

Blue looks at him curiously “What did it do?”

Lavander grins and looks happy “My universe is no longer in heat. The heat cycles are back to normal and we are rebuilding most things as we speak.” And he grins smugly.

Shocked silence as Outer jumps up “But I thought it was like… part of your AU’s code?” he shoots them a look.

Nightmare shakes his skull and speaks softly “Not exactly. The AU says it had to happen. But the way that actually effected them as chemically and stuff. So. It was able to be fixed because it was already unnatural.” He shrugs and mutters softer “Just needed a cure.”

Killer grins as he nuzzles Nightmare before looking at the other with a dangerous glint in his sockets “Of course Nighty. No worries.”

Dust can see Dream call back the attention to him as he continues for a bit about how they are both still settling in their domains and that they are both still learning. That they aren’t responsible for it but just support the very concept. That everyone still has the responsibility to move on or progress or recover themselves.

Dust watches the rest of the meeting and end go and they all stretch and get up. A few people look at them curiously but only Lavander actually walks over.

Lavander and Killer make some small talk before Lavander looks at Nightmare and coos “man. And here I thought I was jealous of him before. But now? It is unfair that Grillby got to meet you and I didn’t.”

Nightmare shrugs as he leans further against Cross “Tried to not be noticed.”

Lavander nods “Fair enough. Probably stressful enough to suddenly lose power. Much less try to navigate multiverse politics. Either way… Thank you. For fixing things. I know it was a thank you but still. Thank you so much.” He smiles

Nightmare blinks and looks to the side before muttering it was just a thank you and not to worry about it. Lavander laughs softly but nods as he walks away with a wave. Off to talk to some of the others.

Dream ends up walking up to them and asking if he and Nightmare can relax for a bit. After a few looks Cross hands Nightmare over to Dream. Who hugs his brother and takes him outside to relax under one of the many trees to just enjoy the environment and sights.

Dust will remain near of course. Just in case.

But Dream and Nightmare eventually both fall asleep. Dream holding Nightmare close and Dsut knows Nightmare is happy and comfortable.

And well.. That was the goal.

To make sure that Nightmare is safe. So he can be happy and comfortable.

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✰𝓩. 𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓲✰

you showed me things—★

I've only seen in dreams

★—and there's something magic

about this whole thing —alice phoebe lou

𝓣𝓦: a/b/o au, spelling and grammar errors, intentional lowercase

✰ ILLUMI who was forced to attend a ball by his family due to them wanting an heir and for him to get married as the eldest son of the zoldyck family, a very well known last name amongst the kingdoms.. all the different scents there bothered him, some smelt musky, others smelt artificial but there was one that stood out from the rest. it was sweet and bitter at the same time. before he could even follow the scent your parents came with big smiles on their faces. “good afternoon, mr. zoldyck.” your mother and father said before moving their daughter, your sister, in front of them. “good afternoon.” she said with a smile that mimicked her parents. “afternoon.” he said plainly as he looked over the three, he found their smiles irritating, but didn’t say anything as to not be rude. “i’ve heard your here to look for a potential wife.” your mother said as she glanced at her daughter. she looked like a chandelier had gone wrong due to her wearing far too much jewelry. “yes, i am. now if you’ll excuse me i have something to do.” he said as he bowed his head a little before walking away to go and look for the person who had that peculiar scent.

✰ ILLUMI who was now struggling to find them grew agitated. it was as if whoever had that scent kept moving around farther and farther away from him making them hard to find. it didn’t help how your sister and parents kept pestering him, it was clear they wanted her to marry him and be apart of the zoldyck family since it came with benefits. as your parents talked to him the scent grew closer and more stronger until—“mom, when are we going home?” you asked as you yawned, arms folded over your chest as you had a look of annoyance spreading over your features. it finally clicked, you were the one producing such a sweet and bitter scent that drew illumi. his gaze stayed on you as he looked you over, examining your features and your attire, you were the youngest amongst your family. “not now (name).” your mother said through gritted teeth as she looked at you with a smile, of course it was fake. “so, your name is (name)?” illumi finally said as he approached you abruptly. “yeah? who’s askin’?” you mumbled as you looked at him with a raised brow.

✰ ILLUMI who was beyond happy and ecstatic to have finally found the person with the scent he’s been looking for all night. he was also happy that you were quiet the beauty as well and an omega nonetheless. it was clear your family was upset that he was now paying attention to you, even the look on his face annoyed them due to it h showing how interested he was in you. “may i take your hand in marriage and make you my wife?” he asked, his tone soft as he examined your face, noticing how your eyebrows raised and how your eyes widened just a smidge. “but..but your highness, he’s our youngest (20yrs) let alone a male omega, why not take our daughters hand in marriage? she could—” “no thank you.” he said sternly, cutting your father off making a look of shock spread across his and his wife’s face. “so, (name), do you take the offer?” he asked as he gently took his hand in yours. you glanced over at your parents who were enraged and hoping you wouldn’t agree to his proposal. but of course you felt like being petty since they never really paid attention to you and this was your only opportunity to actually have some recognition in this damn family. “yes, i’ll accept your proposal.” you said with a smile, illumi’s scent had a hint of excitement to it as he nodded his head. “very well, tomorrow we’ll have all your items transferred to the zoldyck families kingdom. as for the wedding it’ll be in a weeks time, i want to marry you as soon as possible.” he said as he released your hand, a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you.

✰—tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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Passionately and Deeply

~Chapter Three, Other Edition~

I just wanted to thank everyone for engaging with my fanfic this far, and getting to the prologue over 70+ notes! It warms my heart that so many people like this series! I'll be putting out a masterlist when I release the fifth chapter.

Also there may be more than a few grammatical errors in here, feel free to ignore those.

Anyway, like always, I hope you enjoy!

New to the series? Read the prologue.

The air is warmer, the grass is greener, and my ties to this town are only becoming deeper.

Being with Ford on that fateful night took away nearly every fear I had. I felt like as long as I had him, nothing would stand in my way in life.

I think he pretty much confirmed the same thing with me.

And I couldn’t be happier about that.

Since then, we’ve been hanging out regularly. He’s shown me quite a few of the abnormal beings in this charming yet peculiar town. Among them were the plaidypus, the beard cubs (which were actually kinda cute), and the question quails (which were unquestionably adorable). Ford claims that there are dangerous beings that reside here, but the ones that I’ve seen have been rather innocuous. I actually scooped up the icicle mice from this winter and put them in my freezer so that they’ll live.

In other news, his grand-niblings are on their way to visit him and his family up here in a few hours. They’ll be staying for the whole summer.

Melody had her child, which was a boy. She named him Jesús Alzamirano Ramirez Jr., right after Soos.

They’re such a sweet couple, and now a sweet family. I hope they have a prosperous life.

Abuelita is smitten over her new bisnieto, or her great-grandson. He is quite adorable, after all. He was born on April 4th, and he’ll be two months old on the 4th.

I even got to hold him several times when I visited. My baby fever was hidden in the back of my mind, but that adorable baby boy brought it out again. On my days off of work, I would make my way to the shack and just tend to him while his primary familial unit rested up.

Ford seems to like the little bean, too. Although he doesn’t really strike me as someone who would like babies, he really took a liking to him.

“You’re so good with that little tyke,” he told me.

I smiled up at him while holding the little bean. “Thanks,” I said. “I always wanted children, and to be a mother.”

Ford’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Truly? You never mentioned it.”

I smiled back down at the sweet baby in my arms. “It never came up,” I told him. “Not until this sweet boy came into our lives. I truly believe that all babies are sent from Heaven.”

Ford smiled. “On an unrelated note, how old are you again?” he asked.

I playfully raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask about a lady’s age?” I asked, playfully indignant. “I’ll be twenty seven in seven days.”

“Ah, so you’re a gemini like me,” he said. “My great niece told me about the zodiac signs and everything related to them.”

“Oh really? When’s your birthday then?” I asked.

“Stanley’s and my birthday is in two weeks from today, on the 15th of June,” he said.

“The twins have the twins zodiac. How about that,” I said, chuckling.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a twin, would you?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

“What a shame. I thought I would be able to set her up with Stanley,” Ford joked.

I playfully raised an eyebrow. “Who said my twin would be a woman?” I said.

Both of us just stared at each other before we softly broke out laughing.

All of a sudden, the door slammed open, and I saw two teenagers at the door, one boy and one girl.

The girl had medium brown curly hair that reached her mid back, the same copper brown eyes as Stan and Ford, and donned a purple headband with parted fringe bangs. Her sweater (why was she wearing a sweater in June?) was the same purple color as her headband and had spelled out MABEL, and wore a hot pink skirt that reached just a little below mid thigh, with dark purple almost black stockings, and some purple doc martens on. She was about average height.

The boy had a tan and dark brown lumberjack hat, the same medium brown curly hair and copper brown eyes as his sister, with long bangs that nearly covered his eyes. He wore a red flannel plaid shirt, blue jeans and timberlands. He was also about average height, which… kind of surprised me. Seeing that he was related to Stan and Ford, I thought he would be taller.

That doesn’t matter that much, though.

What matters is that this sweet baby boy started crying when both of them busted through the door. I shushed him, trying to soothe him.

“We’re here!” the girl yelled as Ford shushed her. She lowered her head. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“Who’re you?” the boy asked.

“Dipper, my boy, meet my good friend,” Ford said my name, introducing me to his great nephew. “Come here, Mabel, I want you to meet her, too.”

“Woah, nice to meet you! I’m Mabel! Grunkle Ford never said anything about his lady friend being so pretty,” Mabel introduced herself to me as I chuckled and Ford scratched the back of his head.

I can see where she gets her electrifying personality from.

“Nice to meet you too, dear,” I told her, this sweet baby finally settling down back into slumber.

“My name’s Dipper,” Dipper introduced himself. “Is that Soos’ son or is that your own child?”

I shook my head. “It’s his child. I’m just watching him while he, Melody, and Abuelita rest.”

“Woah, can I hold him? Please please please? I promise I’ll be extra careful!”

“Not yet, darling. Go wash your hands before you touch him. His immune system is very fragile right now,” Ford told Mabel. Mabel dashed to the sink, and Dipper walked, following her.

“So they are your niece and nephew,” I remarked.

Ford turned to me and nodded. “Yes. Besides this little tyke, they are the closest thing to being my own children.”

I smiled as I turned my gaze back to the sweet baby in my arms. “Did you ever want children, Ford?”

“Not particularly, no,” he said. “I was focused on my work. In a way, everything I’ve worked on, and currently working on are my progeny. But now… I think it’s far too late for me to be a father.”

“That’s a fascinating way to put it,” I told him. “And you never know! You might find someone to procreate with.”

Mabel and Dipper both entered the living room, and Mabel made grabby hands towards Jesús. “Lemme see him~!” she said in her baby voice.

I handed him to her, and she was completely enamored by his baby charm. “Hi buddy. It’s your cousin, Mabel,” she said softly.

I guess when the moment really calls for it, she can be quiet.

“So…” Dipper said my name. “Or do you prefer Miss? Ms? Ma’am?”

I chuckled. “You can say my name, it’s alright, Dipper,”

“Good!” Dipper cleared his throat. “I-I mean, good. I just have a few questions for you.”

“I have a few questions for you, too!” Mabel declared. The baby in her arms cried again.

“My dear, let me take the little tyke while you… speak,” he said, taking Jesús in his arms.

Mabel led me upstairs and Dipper followed us into the attic, where they were sleeping. It smelled like dust mites and moth balls.

They couldn’t have gotten something more appealing for these kids? Honestly.

I’m busting Ford’s ass about this later.

“So…” Dipper said my name. “What is your occupation?”

I told both of them what I did.

“What about before you came to Gravity Falls? What did you do? Where did you live? Did you graduate from university?”

Mabel rolled her eyes. “Jeez Dipper, it’s like you never had a conversation before! It sounds like an interview!”

“Mabel, these are important things I need to know about Great Uncle Ford’s new girlfriend,” he said.

I raised a finger to refute. “Well, actually-”

“Dipper, c’mon!” she whined before turning to me. “I’m sorry for Dipper, he doesn’t know how to have a proper conversation with a lady.”

“Wha- hey!”

“Aaaaanyway, I have more important questions to ask you than the stuffy questions my brother asked! I need to know: Do you like pigs or tardigrades?” Mabel said, narrowing her eyes at me comically.

“Well, I’d have to say pigs. Tardigrades are cute, but I never interacted with one,” I told her.

Mabel squealed. “Oh, this is great! Let me get Waddles!” she said, running out of the room.

“Oh great. Now you’ve set her off,” Dipper said. “Anyway, back to my questions. How old are you?”

I playfully smiled. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask for a lady’s age?” I asked, testing how strong his resolve was.

Dipper scratched the back of his neck. “I-I’m sorry, ma’am, I just-”

I smiled softly. “Listen Dipper, I understand you care for your great uncle, but speaking to me like this seems a little… out of character for you, if that makes sense,” I told him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Just from the small amount of interaction I had from you, you’re clearly an intelligent young man,” I told him, his cheeks becoming a little red. “But your confidence is lacking. To make up for that, you overcompensate with a dour tone. I almost felt animosity coming from you in your questions, even though I know it’s not how you want to come across.”

“Wow… how did you get all of that?” Dipper asked.

I smiled. “I’ve been on this Earth for quite some time, dear. Most of the time, I can tell when someone isn’t being authentic.”

“Well… can I at least ask why you’re dating my grunkle?” Dipper asked.

I laughed. “Oh, that is hilarious,” I told him. “Hon, I’m not dating your great uncle. We’re just really good friends,” I told him. “If you ask him, he would say the same thing.”

Dipper breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. It’s still kinda questionable, but that’s a lot better.”

I smiled as Mabel came back in with a lean yet rotund pink pig with a cute nose and round cheeks. She said my name. “Meet Waddles!” she said, as Waddles let out a happy squeak.

I smiled. “What a cute little guy,” I said, slowly moving closer to him. “Hey Waddles.”

He sniffed my hand, and then nuzzled his head into my hand. I scratched just above his ears, and he was panting like a dog.

I think he enjoys it.

“Wow! He loves you already! How did you know his favorite scratching spot?” Mabel asked.

“Mabel, all over his body is his favorite scratching spot. He loves pets,” Dipper said.

“True, true,” Mabel said, sitting in front of me and next to her twin brother, crossing her legs. “Now then, where were we in our interview?”

“Actually… I want to take a different approach,” Dipper said, looking back at me.

Mabel turned her head curiously, looking at her brother. “Yeah? How?” she asked, looking back at me.

“Let’s get psychological,” Dipper said, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Hell yeah! Psychological warfare!” Mabel exclaimed.

Suddenly, the door opened to the attic, and Stan was in the doorway. “Psychological warfare? Ya don’t gotta tell me twice!” he said, taking a seat on the bed next to his great nephew, looking at me.

I was starting to sweat a little bit. Hopefully, they didn’t see it.

“I guess the main thing I’m worried about is that… well… you and Great Uncle Ford seem so friendly. I’ve never seen him like that with a stranger,” Dipper told me.

“I am a stranger to you, but not to your great uncle,” I reminded him.

“And that’s fine and all, but… how long have you known him?” Dipper asked.

“It’ll be four months on our birthday. Or maybe the day before? I dunno, somewhere around there,” Stan chimed in.

Mabel gasped. “You’ve cracked our Grunkle Ford in four months?!” she asked incredulously.

“I wouldn’t put it that way…” I told her.

“Yeah,” Stan surprisingly agreed with me. “It was more like one week.”

Mabel stared at me, awestruck. “One week?!” she shrieked, making me jump a little.

I nodded bewilderedly. Mabel screamed as if she were fangirling. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh~!”

“Mabel, get a hold of yourself!” Stan said.

“But c’mon Grunkle Stan! She’s exactly what Grunkle Ford needs! Do you really want him to rot in his lab all day, with no companion?” Mabel asked him.

Stan rolled his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh brother.”

Mabel stood up and nearly lunged at me. I nearly jumped out of my seat. “But seriously! You need to teach me your secrets! If you were able to charm Grunkle Ford in a week, you’re on the same level as a succubus in terms of charm and seduction!” She exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow, deciding to play along with her. “Why does a young lady like you need to know about seduction?” I asked.

Mabel cleared her throat. “I am sixteen years old!” she boasted proudly, puffing her chest.

Dipper raised his index finger. “Almost seventeen,” he chimed in. “But Mabel, c’mon. Let us have at least a semi-serious conversation without you trying to make friends with her.”

Mabel turned around and blew a raspberry at her brother. “Boo! You’re so boring sometimes, Dipper!”

She sat back down next to her brother, and crossed her legs again.

“Now then, where were we…” Dipper trailed off.

“We were talkin’ about how long my brainiac brother and her knew each other,” Stan reminded him.

Dipper’s eyes lit up before he snapped his fingers. “Right!” His gaze zeroed in on me. “My point in asking that question was because Great Uncle Ford didn’t really begin to trust us until Mabel got that unicorn hair for him.”

I looked at the three of them quizzically. Unicorns are real? Or was this just the overactive imagination of teenagers?

“Kid, she’s from a normal town. Unicorns probably are a myth where she’s from,” Stan told Dipper.

I nodded. “Or so I thought… but after seeing some of the oddities Gravity Falls has to offer, I’d say I believe in the existence of unicorns,” I told them.

Mabel had a super serious face on. “Then believe me when I say that they are so condescending,” Mabel said.

Holy crap. I thought unicorns were supposed to be pure hearted or whatever? Now I’m hearing the opposite?

Nothing really is as it seems in Gravity Falls…

“Mabel, focus!” Dipper said in a tone of frustration.

Mabel shook her head. “Right! Sorry…” she said. “The point Dipper is trying to make is that it took Grunkle Ford so long for him to trust us that he’s shook that Grunkle Ford was so friendly to you within a week.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, did you mean shocked?” I asked.

Mabel shook her head. “Nope. Dipper was shook,” she doubled down on her grammatically incorrect statement.

That must be the slang the kids came up with these days. Now that I’m an adult myself, I understand how my grandmother felt when I used slang terms.

“While you’re right, Sister, you know that ‘shook’ has been out for a while. No one except you uses it anymore,” Dipper said.

“Oh, you’re just salty that I finally used it right!” Mabel said.

“Oh, does that mean he’s weird?” I asked.

Dipper looked at me like I had three heads, but Mabel gave me a gentle pat on my arm.

“That was a good guess,” she said, before returning to sit with her brother.

“That… wasn’t even close,” he said.

I scratched my cheek as I felt both of them become hot. “I guess I’m showing my age, then.”

“Actually, speaking of which, how old are you? You look pretty young for someone trying to go after our great uncle.”

“Oh my gosh, Dipper!” Mabel exclaimed. “You can’t just ask a woman how old she is! That’s rude!”

“Actually, I wanna know how old this vixen is. How old are you?” Stan asked me.

“Grunkle Stan~!” Mabel whined.

“Can it, Mabel! We need answers!”

“I’ll be twenty seven a week from today,” I told them.

“Shit, kid… you’re a lot younger than I thought,” Stan said.

“Wow, that’s… controversial,” Dipper added.

“What do you mean?”

Dipper shook his head. “The fact that you’re friends with my Grunkle, and he’s in his sixties…”

“That shouldn’t matter. But with that being said,” I started. “I understand that you just want to make sure your great uncle is being safe, and I totally understand that. I haven’t hurt him, nor do I intend on consciously hurting him.”

“Bah! Your words mean nothing! How the hell are we gonna trust ya?” Stan asked.

Mabel stood up again, and stepped forward. “I’ll be the judge of that!”

“Mabel, sweetie, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Stan said. “This is a strange woman that you, I, and your brother don’t know.”

“So let’s get to know her, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel said, determination in her voice. “If she’s so bad, you need to give me at least one reason why I shouldn’t hang out with her. If it's for a decent reason, then I’ll stop.”

“Well… uh… urm…” Stan stammered.

So why the hell doesn’t he like me?

“Then it’s settled!” Mabel turned to me, saying my name. “We’re going to be great friends! I can feel it!”

Seeing this vibrant young lady in front of me blazed in determination, I couldn’t help but smile. “Let’s be friends.”

“Yay! Friendship, friendship, friendship~”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too happy, pumpkin,” Stan said, standing up. “I’ll find a flaw in her, and when I do, you’re gonna know that I’m right.”

Mabel smiled. “Okay, Grunkle Stan,” she told him. As he walked to the door, he opened it, and Ford was standing there, looking indignant.

“Oh… well, uh, shit,” Stan said. “How long ya been there, Poindexter?”

“Long enough,” he seethed in a low tone. He pushed past his brother, and entered into the attic and went towards Mabel.

“Thank you for giving her a chance, my darling,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Mabel gave a half smile.

He then turned to Dipper. “Dipper, my boy. Come with me to my laboratory. You too,” he said my name. We both stood up, then went down to his lab. The way to get down to his lab was so cool. I marvel at it every time.

Using a vending machine to hide the entrance way was so innovative, inconspicuous and just overall ingenious.

And using symbols that aren’t seen in everyday life? Brilliant!

Once we descended to the deepest level, we got off of the elevator. Ford then turned around and placed his hands behind his back.

“Dipper… do you not trust my judgement?” Ford asked him, hurt palpable in his voice.

“Great Uncle Ford, what do you mean? Of course I do!” Dipper reassured him.

“You must not,” Ford said. “You, along with my brother, think that I am not able to detect a bad person when I see them.”

“Wha- are you talking about-”

Ford cut him off. “Yes, I am.”

“Great Uncle Ford, it was never my intention to make you feel like your judgement was off… even though you trusted Bill… but that’s in the past. Your judgement has been sharp since then!” Dipper tried to assuage him.

Who is Bill? What did he do? What happened?

I have a mountain of questions right now, and I don’t think I’m gonna have any of them answered in the near future.

“I don’t think you need to worry about that, my boy. She is a good person, and I was able to promptly pick up on that,” Ford clarified.

“But how do you know, Great Uncle Ford? How do you know that she is a good person?”

Ford was about to open his mouth, but I stepped in front of him, then turned to face Dipper.

“Dipper… I know you don’t trust me now…” I started. “But the only way you’ll know for sure is if you spend time with me. Your sister has already put her faith in me, and it would mean a lot to me if you could, too.”

Dipper studied my face, searching for a trace of insincerity. Upon finding none, he finally nodded.

“Fine. I’ll spend some time with you, like my sister will,” he finally spoke. “But if I find that you’re using him just like Bill… I will never forgive myself.”

I nodded determinedly at Dipper. “You can trust me, Dipper. You’ll see in time. More importantly, you can trust your great uncle.”

Dipper sighed. “Yeah, I hope that’s the case, that I can trust you,” Dipper said, defeated.

“Chin up, my boy,” Ford said. “You’ll see why I enjoy having her around. For now, you can find some snacks in the cupboard before Soos makes dinner.”

Dipper raised a bushy eyebrow. “Soos is cooking now? He always ate burrito bites and anything instantaneous.”

Ford smiled. “Fatherhood really had him step up his game. Not only as a husband, but as a grandson.”

“Wow, I gotta catch up with him for sure!” Dipper then turned to me, saying my name. “I-I’m sorry about earlier.”

I shook my head. “I understand, Dipper. You just wanted to protect your great uncle from someone strange.”

Dipper smiled. “You’re anything but,” he said. “See you both at dinner.”

We both waved to him before I turned to Ford. He just had a look of mixed emotions on his face, somewhere from sadness to relief to anger, to even looking apologetic.

“I deeply apologize for the onslaught you had to endure on behalf of my family. I hope they weren’t too unrelenting in their questioning.”

I shook my head. “I told you many times, Stanford, and I’ll tell you again,” I said. “I really don’t mind. In fact, I find it heartwarming.”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “Heartwarming?” he said. “How on Earth did you find that heartwarming?”

“It’s so blatantly clear that you have a family that loves you. So much so to the point where they would ruthlessly interrogate someone who they thought could be a potential threat to you. If that isn’t a strong familial love and bond, I don’t know what is,” I told him.

Ford scratched the back of his head. “I suppose you’re right.”

I smiled coyly. “Of course I’m right,” I told him smugly.

Ford chuckled. “You’re such a cheeky girl. I never expected you to have a sly side.”

His praise made my heart skip a beat.

I maintained my smile. “That’s some high praise coming from you.”

“Oh, my dear, you should be used to me praising you,” he said in a deep voice, making me feel all hot inside.

Ugh, why is this happening? Have I really been so lonely that this man is starting to ignite a flame inside of me?

It’s been extinguished for a while, actually. I’m surprised it’s starting back up again. If it’s even starting up at all. This basement does tend to get hot.

“Gracious, are you okay? Please, say something!” Ford asked, his hands on my shoulders.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Ford. I got lost in thought.”

Ford sighed a breath of relief, I smelt the coffee he normally drank on his breath. “Thank goodness. I was just telling you that dinner is ready, so we can go get some food to eat.”

I nodded. “I think I need something inside of me.”

Oh, fuck! That came out so wrong! I hope Ford didn’t pick up on that!

“You certainly do. Come, dear. Let’s go eat.”

I nodded before following him onto the elevator. In somewhat comfortable silence, we rode the elevator up to the first floor of the Mystery Shack, and we went into the dining room.

Soos was nowhere to be seen, but the young twins, Dipper and Mabel, were at the table, plus Stan. I decided to sit next to Ford, but as I was sitting down, Stan decided to voice his displeasure.

“Uh-uh. Stand up,” he said my name.

“Stanley! Enough!” Ford thundered. “This is becoming utterly ridiculous! Leave her be!”

Mabel and Dipper exchanged looks as Stan muttered something underneath his breath before Soos came back out. He had a joyful look on his face, which dropped once he saw the table.

“Hey dudes! …what happened?” He asked.

None of us cared to verbally answer him, so he just shrugged and sat down. Apparently, he had made enchiladas, which I strangely craved.

The dinner itself was awkward, but it wasn’t the worst one I sat through.

I thanked Soos for the dinner, and said my goodbyes to Dipper, Mabel and Stan.

Before I left, Mabel gave me her number. Just for me to give her some tips on how to become a succubus.

Goodness, that girl is a hoot.

Ford walked me back to my home, and once I arrived, I turned to him.

“Thanks for walking me back, again,” I told him.

Ford smiled. “It was the least I could do after you had to survive the onslaught,” he said as I laughed.

“I told you, it’s fine,” I said. “But if you want to spend time together… you know how to reach me.”

Ford maintained his smile. “That I do,” he said. “Goodnight, dear. Get some rest.”

“You too. Rest well.”

As I entered my home and closed the door, he began walking back. Even though I was somewhat joking the first time we met at the diner, I’m kinda glad he’s walking me back home. It makes me feel safe whenever he’s with me.

As I got ready for bed, and laid in it, I couldn’t fall asleep right away like I normally do. What was happening with my body, too?

I normally wasn’t so hot and bothered around him. His voice is naturally deep, but at that time…

Shit. I think he turned me on by accident. I think my flame has been reignited.

I need a cold shower.

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Dreams of Love

Dreams of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

Pairing:  Alfons Sylvatica x MC

Part of : Kinktober hosted by @xxsycamore

Prompt : 1.  Porn Actors AU  |  Anonymous Sex/One-night Stand &

 2. Gloryholes  |  Handjobs/Fingering & 24.  Facesitting  |  Deepthroating from @xxsycamore list

Tag: Old lovers, Gloryholes, Anonymous sex, Mention of bisexuality, Oral, male receiving, Deepthroating, Mirror Masturbation, Cockdrunk, Cockworship, Come swallowing Minors DNI!!

Word Count : 3.035

Author’s Note: An evening like any others turn into so much more when Roger decide to invite Alfons to visit a certain inn, unaware of the pain and pleasure they would both find withing walls that have countless stories to told, enough to coaxe the ephemeral phantom in a night of bittersweet affection he would have never expected to find so pleasant. 😏

Side note : The MC is not the one in the game but an old lover of his possesed by a curse too.

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Of all the places Alfons expected Roger to bring him in, when he had more mirthfully announced he was going to show him something he would have surely liked, a seemingly innocuous room in an otherwise pretty dull street of an anonymous inn was the last thing he would have ever expected.

“Oh my, don't tell me you brought me to visit a one night stand of yours.”

“Ahahah as it could be, you know I don’t want strings attached when I partake in it, plus I won’t be so irresponsible as to not tell them beforehand.”

“Your morals are really admirable.”

“Morals as if.” 

Roger let out a scornful chuckle.

“I merely didn’t want to be bothered by some who seek serious lovers.” 

“I am mostly perplexed. I have to say from the setting, what are we up to if I may ?”

“In one minute you will discover it.” 

With rapid steps he reached for a door knocking twice then turned the doorknob once in each direction and after a while a voice from inside asked him to identify themselves with nicknames.

For that night alone Roger would have been known as the Hunter and Alfons as the Mirror.

“You really couldn't think of more fitting names, don’t you?”

“Aahahhaha what are you complaining about, old chap ? You haven’t a shed of faith in your friend.”

“Ah I would never dare to suggest something so unbecoming of a gentleman.” 

Their banter though got interrupted as the door finally opened, an hooked man hushed them to get inside before closing it behind their back, the room was shed in light to the point of being garish as it shone and flickered sultrily over the golden decorations of the polished wooden furniture caressing the scarlet brocades of the upholstery, people of all social classes continue to come and go from the huge flight of steps covered in the same  thick reddish carpet of the floor they were in, muffling their movements as they clumsily made their way toward the exit with smiles from lecherous to blissful betraying the nature of their business in the upstairs rooms.

“What our gentlemen may be interested in to satisfy their desires ?”

The velvety voice of the masked man was low and clear enough to make them focus back on the matter at hand, shame not lingering in him as he waited for their answers.

“I really like the sight of a beautiful woman crying in pleasure.”

“As Mister Hunter desires, please come this way.”

A short man dressed in a brown cape led him away from his sight, Alfons smiled faking annoyance at the enthusiastic smirk Roger offered him as they ducked in an hallway.

“What about you, Mister Mirror, how would you like to find pleasure within our humble walls?”

“I am not of great expectations but I would like you to show me something I have never seen before, as long as it piques my curiosity I am up for anything.”

“I see your request is indeed a peculiar one but fear not. We have the right solution, we guarantee to find something that would entertain you and keep you satisfied as well.”

Alfons raised his eyebrow at the prompt answer, following the scarlet caped man as he led him further away from the entrance and deeper in the maze like hallways of the inn.

Lascivious moans and guttural groans melted and mixed together in a melody of lust resonating through the little space of the corridor, noises of headboard hitting against walls and skin being slapped muffled by the much louder mewls of both pain and pleasure swirling in the air in a cacophony not new to his ear but that in the darkness of the inn, barely lightened by the flame flickering on the candlesticks mounted on the walls elicited in him a sort of curiosity toward the kind of pleasure he would have found behind the door his escort most kindly indicated to him.

“Here you will find something to satisfy even the most demanding taste, but if by any chance anything should bore you I beg you to roam the rooms as you like. I wish you a very pleasant evening.”

Pleasant indeed was the prospect of it, a light smirk curling his lips at the sight of the utterly banal walls if not for a particular hole cut in the lower half of the one facing the door, walking closer he noticed it to have been covered around the edges with velvet certainly to make it more pleasurable for the clients of the inn.

It was since his young adult years he didn’t see a glory hole like that, its sight awoke memories of his nocturnal prowling and of all the pleasure he learnt to give and receive honing his skill at every given occasion. 

A smirk playing on his lips as he leisurely waltzed to look at it, humming in delight as his gloved fingers ascertained the thickness of the wall, it would have been awkward if it had feel in the middle of the act and yet once the same thing happened to him, luckily the guy on the other side wasn’t so prude and so they fucked the night away or else he would have been pretty annoyed at the prospect to find another playmate to entertain himself with.

How many memories he had of that time Alfons reflected bitterly, Roger's penchant for remembering old times must have rubbed off on him a bothersome nuisance he would have done his best to give up … even though a part of him didn’t want to forget his own memories, messy as they were.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he regained his composure in the blink of an eye, his carefree smile once more in his place as he shot a glance at the seemingly innocuous hole in the wall.

If that was the game then he would have most devotedly partaken in it like the impenitent hedonist he was, with movements too refined for such a place he took off his coat and waistcoat draping them on an empty armchair before undoing his cravat that haplessly fell on top of them along his gloves.

Alfons knew exactly what to do and yet a primal curiosity brought him to peer in the opening on the wall, nothing out of the ordinary caught his eyes except for the scarlet bed at the center of the room and the soft fuzzy carpet placed right under the hole,waiting for someone to show up without making a move was useless and so with any further ado he unbuckled his pants, showing them off along his undergarments.

The fresh air of the room hit his cock who laid flaccid in his hand, he had not the whole evening to expect for something to excite him and so he started stroking it, thankfully there was a mirror next to the coat hanger he used to get aroused by the lewd action of watching himself caress his dick.

A smirk on his lips as he met the gaze of his reflection in the mirror, there was in his grey eyes a speck of sadness latching onto his smile but he soon looked away from it, focusing on the way his hand slide up and down his shaft, brushing over his glans, all the while his other hand went to cup his balls squeezing them enough to make a bead of precum spill from its orifice skillfully smeared from his thumb all around his tip, scraping his short nails over the light blue veins stretching all around his length, he could have  almost cum from a sight like that, and it wouldn’t have even been anything new to him, but as much as he hated making pleasure wait he had to.

Reluctantly he pulled away from the mirror, shooting  a last sultry glance to his fully erect manhood  standing proud and throbbing between his legs, lewd and shameless alike his owner.

He took a deep breath before guiding it in the hole waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the frizzy air making him shiver as his member throbbed painfully against the hardness of the wood begging to be touched again.

If there was something Alfons hated in the world aside hard labour was having his pleasure postponed or worse denied, he gritted his teeth pushing against the wall hoping for someone, anyone to do something and brush away his boredom along the dark thoughts that otherwise threatened to swim freely in his mind stealing the little fun he could have had if they had not spoiled it for him.

His wait was rewarded generously the moment he felt a pair of lips kiss the base of his dick close to his balls, heat rushed in his cheeks robbing him of all coherent thoughts, there was only one woman in all London that begin her blowjobs like that, he knew her at the point forgetting was never an option, nor for his body nor for his heart racing madly in his chest.

An husky growl escaped his lips as her velvety tongue swirled around his base, her soft hands cradled his balls in her hand, moulding and squeezing them lightly as she scraped her teeth on his length.

“Damnation.” 

A curse slipped through his gritted teeth as he pushed against the wood, it was not even a whole minute and he already felt on the verge of cumming like an inexperienced teen, such was the effect she had on him, her and only her.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, tingling like a fairy and as much as ephemeral he almost thought to have dreamed, but he soon had to return to reality when he felt her long fingers indolent stroking his cock up and down, torturing him as she raked her nails through the bush of dark curls concealing his balls the same she shamelessly traced the outline of with her index digit followed in tow by the warm wetness of her tongue and softness of her lips as she entertained herself sucking them one at time welcomed into her warm mouth robbing a growl of dissatisfaction from his lips as she pulled away resuming her idle massage switching from his testicles to the engorged glans of his penis, tickling it with her soft thumb.

A groan erupted from his throat as she finally engorged his tip in her mouth, her tongue ran flat over his frenulum over and over again before flickering swiftly over his orifice pushing him closer to the limit, he so hoped she would have been merciful enough to grant him and take responsibility for the what she had aroused … but it seem he was wrong, a whimper of dissatisfaction dissimulated in an heavy sigh escaped his lips as he felt some drop of precum rolling down his shaft tickling its sensitive skin.

Alfons gritted his teeth, clawing the smooth surface of the wood enough to leave signs that were by far the only ones, almost as he had run a thousand miles he painted heavily, he tried to regain as much air as he could breathing through his mouth as he leaned his head against the wall feeling sweat trickling down his torso clinging his shirt to his skin, making him hyper aware of the state he was in as he faced the wall, his pants unbuttoned pooled at his feet along his drawers, his butt naked alike his aching legs, except for his calves still cladded in socks hold up by garthers, and shoes, a most comical sight he hoped no one would have been subject to look at but he knew deep down that even if someone saw he wouldn't have minded.

He muttered under his breath an incorrect string of words as he pushed against the wall, begging for her to do something, anything, but make him wait so long for his release … but after all he shouldn't have been one to talk since he often did the same to her, pushing her close to a climax only to withdraw when she least expected it leaving them both unsatisfied until she took matter into her own hands, riding him until dawn.

What was a dream and what reality ?

Alfons didn't know anymore, he knew nothing in that moment but the painful throbbing of his shaft between his legs, his tip scraping against the hardness of the wood at each thrust of his, each minute of having his pleasure denied brought him closer to madness, gnawing at his impeccable facade of gentleman.

“More.” 

His words a plea he wasn’t sure she heard but luckily for him she did, a low growl rumbled out of his throat at the familiar velvet of her tongue licking down his cock avidly polishing it from the beads of precum that stained it, rewarding him plenty for the wait he had to endure for her to finally make a move, as she wasn’t bold enough to do it on her own without needing any encouragement.

A shameless groan of pleasure echoed in the room as she engulfed her mouth around his member, it was big enough to hit the back of her throat but she didn’t seemed to mind as she begin to bob her head up and down taking delight in caressing the raven curls above his dick sultrily sliding her index finger all the way up to his bellybutton, caressed with he daresay reverence, her own way to thank him for his existence, a moment of tenderness that was enough to move him to the core, wetting his grey eyes he was for once grateful she couldn’t see … but thinking twice he preferred if she saw remembering the passionate way she poured her love into him at each thrust and kiss she offered him when she senses he needed it.

Moment she decided to boost pulling him out and kissing its tip before engulfing it back all the way in her warm mouth.

“Lustful siren.”

A string of curse escaped his lips as he felt her sticky saliva coating his member pooling right on his tip her sinful tongue didn’t stopped swirling lasciviously on, her soft lips fluttering like a butterfly along his shaft tickling its sensitive skin all the while her skillful fingers cradled his balls, stroking them up and down in time with the movements of her head.

He was close so very close to a climax he tried to push away to enjoy as much as he can the sweet sensation of her warm mouth engulfing his cock to the fullest, and yet for as much as he did his best to grit his teeth still his jaw unclenched at the overwhelming pleasure letting out such erotic guttural groans he was sure she could hear from her soft giggles reverberating through his skin seeping into him warming him heart, because even if he had never admitted it she was one of the few that managed to get under his skin and gain a semblance of affection from a man closed off to any kind of deep human connection.

Like a lightning during a summer storm his climax washed over him robbing low groans that tumbled from his lips as he pressed his forehead against the wall clawing on it, grateful for her movements as she helped him ride out his orgasms eagerly continuing to bob her head up and down in time with each twitch of his cock spurting thick ropes of cum in her mouth, that judging by her satisfied moans she most avidly swallowed like it was the most delicious meal in the world.

“My dove.” 

His voice a whisper as he leaned his forehead to the wall, his heart beating of his own accord in his chest with a mix of lust and he daresay affection he held for her even though he wasn’t sure it was really her the one who gifted him that mindblowing orgasm that night but his doubts got cleared soon enough as he heard a voice he would have recognized amidst thousands.

“Alfons Sylvatica.” 

His raspy breath melting into a groan as he clawed on the wood wishing for it to dissolve, if just that once he wanted to meet her and have sex like they did in the old days before she left, he knew her missions brought her all over Europe but with her as he never did before he wished they wouldn’t have been cursed, then they could have been free living the life they wanted, together in an comfortable house like a normal middle class couple.

He sighed heavily, bittersweet desire he knew to be destined to remain a dream, an illusion not less unreal than the ones they showed and entranced people with. 

“Meet me at The beautiful swan tavern this saturday and you may find yourself in for a treat.”

Her seductive voice ever charming, only one able to put a spell on him, the ephemeral phantom no man or woman was ever able to get close to, except his too kind for his own good employer, she alone could make him envision dreams  far more vivid than the ones he gifted others ever were. 

“I will be there.”

“See you, Mirror. Don't let me down.”

There was something strangely forlorn in her tone, and even if he knew that she would have loved him regardless if he showed there or not his heart begged him to let himself feel love, be it for a fleeting instant, with her, intoxicated as he was he listened to it, his voice way too sweeter for his liking as he murmured longingly. 

“I won’t, my dove.”

After a tug on his cock she pulled back from the hole reluctantly he tucked it back in with shaking hands riding on the euphoria that encounter brought him, clinging to him like a stubborn puppy even after he slumped on his bed at the castle admiring the sun rising up from his slumber behind the mountains, his lips curled, for once, in an honest smile.

[east-polaris]

Some thoughts on the last few Magnus Protocol episodes as I’ve just now gotten caught up

SPOILERS!! Obvi

- feels rather cruel to have Alice be shaken up by her experience with The Horrors and worried that she’s going to get hurt by interacting with them and then give her a statement about someone who was shaken up by their experience with The Horrors and then died because of their interaction with them

- also return and voice of Ink5oul! Hey girlie!

- the fact that Madame E’s last video was just titled “help” made me giggle at first but then o thought about it more and. This is a person who uses excessive words on everything she says. Her vocabulary is loaded with filler and slang, so for this video to just have a one word title? Yeah you know shits about to go down

-Gwen girlie I hate to agree with Lena but they are Calle externals for a reason

- I am so curious about what’s going on with Celia. Like did she just wake up on a railroad track like an old times super villain put her there?

- And where does Celia keep disappearing to? She missed her date with Sam, she had to run out on her child, what’s going on?

- The statement in 17 is wild I was so confused at the beginning and I’ll be honest I’m still not sure what was happening there

- I know for a fact that people have pointed this out already but Jon and Martin?? In the therapy waiting room? Little Jon and Martin as a treat?? I hope it was them god knows they need the therapy

- MAGNUS INSTITUTE MENTION 🚨‼️🚨‼️

- this statement reminds me of when Jon said man I wish we had that guy who could take peoples bones out and Melanie said you’ll never guess who were keeping in the basement

- shout out to that housekeeper for getting the hell out of there I respect her for that

- making eye contact while falling down the stairs and breaking all your bones sounds very impressive and also hilarious someone please animate that

- CELIA HELLO??? Is this conformation that she’s from the other dimension??

- haha jmj error

- also WHAT JMJ ERROR

- I like to imagine that a jmj error happens when Jon Martin and Jonah are arguing about which case to give them

- “no Jonah you can’t give her that one that’s way too similar to what she went through she’ll freak out” “exactly we can watch her fear” “no you elitist prick that’s so rude cut it out or I’ll kill you again”

- why is Celia saying she’s seen Colin?

- Teddy is being so suspicious why is he saying everything like he’s looking from side to side shiftily the whole time

- Lena you can’t call a child an it that’s rude

- unless she knows something that we don’t…

- can’t believe they started to open up to each other and it went horribly wrong

- I don’t think we’ve ever heard Sam like that before, like I couldn’t tell who it was for a second

- actually, i couldn’t confidently tell you that we’ve ever heard someone laugh that hard in the entire podcast

- can you really blame him though? “Monsters are working for our government organization and one of them is Barney.” Wild.

-I do hope he apologizes though cause that wasn’t really cool of him

- Also is that our first f-bomb of the season?

- GEORGIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

- I think that Georgie might also be from the other dimension. Why else would she be so concerned about the government stalking her? That does beg the question, where is Melanie?

Thank you for listening to me ramble I had a lot on my brain

[fangirlmermaid]

I'll Protect You

Summary: Sean plays BloodWash but as the game gets more intense the more he starts to imagine if this happened to his pregnant wife. 

Listen there might be grammar errors but deal with it, thanks!

First, it started all lighthearted and fun Sean knew what the game was about, he knew Sara was pregnant. He knew that it was just a game, that the womb ripper wasn’t real, and that he was just overreacting but the back of his mind reminds him that there are some sick people out there. Sean knew that he was nothing like Liam, Sean always helps around the house even before (Y/N) was pregnant. Sean tried to keep his racing mind under wraps because he felt like it was a silly thing to worry about and didn’t want his viewers to know.           

Sean met (Y/N) back in 2015 through Mark who was a mutual friend, you knew Mark because you also are a YouTuber and your channel is popular which is called (What the fuck you want). You and Sean developed feelings after months of talking and you asked Sean out on a date. Of course, you guys kept it secret from your viewers till your first anniversary some of your viewers were happy but others were skeptical and were saying some rude things about the relationship or about you but you didn’t care they were cowards who were hiding behind a screen when they are saying dumb shit and they were most likely jealous of you since you were dating Sean and they weren’t. After five years of dating Sean asked you to marry him of course you said yes. After a year of being married, you guys were ready for the next step which is to have a baby. 

As Sara walks through the old laundromat place Sean kept imagining if this was (Y/N) who is eight months pregnant waddling helplessly as the womb ripper was trying to kill you and rip out their unborn daughter. Sean already made a vow to be the best husband and the best father he could be but after playing this game he’s made another vow to protect you and his child from harm even if it’s a shitty YouTube comment, and he even promised to make sure the laundry machines in the house are working but if they’re not them he’ll buy you new clothes so you’ll never have to go to a laundromat. 

Sean cheered when he shot the womb ripper and they died, Sean felt so relieved that the womb ripper was dead. Sean turned his attention back to the camera that focused on his face “The whole time I was imagining if (Y/N) was going through this” Sean finally admitted, he glanced back at the computer screen “Which is a terrifying situation in general, (Y/N) if you’re watching this I love you and I love our daughter but we are never going to a  laundromat!” Sean admitted twisting his wedding ring to soothe his anxiety, then he realized that there was an end credit to the game. 

After Sean finished filming he went to search the house for you because Bloodwash really fucked with his mind. Finally, Sean has found you sitting on the bed watching (Your favorite movie), Sean’s heart is filled with joy he loves you with all his heart and he will never let you forget it. He enters the bedroom “Hi sweetie!” Sean smiled as he walked towards the end of the bed “Hi my love” You smiled gazing at him, your eyes filled with so much love. Sean lays on his stomach in between (Y/N) legs, he lifted your shirt exposing your big round bump “Hi sweetheart it’s your dad” Sean smiled, and you felt your daughter spin which is something she always does when Sean talks to her, your daughter wasn’t even born yet but she already has Sean wrapped around her little fingers. Sean pressed a kiss next to (Y/N)’s belly button “I promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you and your mother! No womb ripper will stand a chance, I’ve been playing a lot of Halo so my aim is on point!” Sean assured his daughter, the baby punched your side making you groan in pain “I know but calm down little one!” Sean chuckled before placing another kiss on your stomach. 

You let out a yawn “Uh oh Mom’s tired” Sean whispered to the baby, you grabbed your chest “You would be too if you had a baby who likes to kick you at the crack ass of dawn every single night!” you whined, Sean gazed at you, he frowned at the bags that laid under your eyes. An idea came to Sean sure it was a crappy one but it was better than nothing “Alright listen! No child of mine will be keeping up my wife who is also your mother! She deserves to get some rest because she is working hard on keeping you alive and healthy, she even lets you use her body as a home which is so kind of her to do so please be kind and let her get some sleep!” Sean explained giving your daughter one final kiss before covering your baby bump with your shirt. 

You felt tears form in your eyes, this pregnancy has been horrible for you because you are always been in pain, your daughter likes to practice her karate moves on you, you have body insecurities, and little to no sleep but moments like these are worth the pain.  

Sean sat down next to you “I love you so much” you reminded him as tears ran down your cheek Sean cupped your cheeks he used his thumb to wipe your tears “I love you more!” Sean smiled pulling you into a long sweet kiss. You pouted when he pulled away “Let’s get some sleep” Sean mumbled you nodded your head, and Sean placed a kiss on your forehead.

Once the lights were turned off you could barely keep your eyes open you laid down with your back pressed against Sean’s chest, and the Irish man placed a kiss on the back of your shoulder. Your eyelids dropped “Goodnight (Y/N)” Sean mumbled behind your neck sending a shiver down your spine, “Night Sean” you mumbled, you felt Sean placing his hand on your stomach sending out a warning to any potential womb rippers to not mess with the McLoughlin family. 

Sean’s stern talking worked because you also got a good night’s rest.         

[lestappenforever]

I can't say how happy and how grateful I am to read the 136 pages slide. Huge thanks to you and @f1writingbyme.

I need to mention that my fav part of the latest chapter of the fic is to see those fresh kids of the grid being "what? what is this chat group? what happened? what are you guys talking about? what the hell is lestappen third wheel? why would there be a 136 pages slide and we are forced to read it?"

(May lestappen bless these kids who know nothing).

And some feedbacks on the slides:

I love how George (not) randomly and constantly promoting himself through the slide. On page 8, even Alex was also in the photo, he skipped him and identified young George as the only insufferable child.

Also love the way he let Alex playing music for the slide and the presentation. I can hear his voice in my head.

On page 92, George, you seemed make a typo: I suppose it should be 2022 Austrian Grand Prix rather than 2024? And a similar typo on page 127 as well, 2023 Las Vegas Grand Prix rather than 2024?

It's not only a perfect how to (not) third wheel lestappen guidebook for drivers, but also a wonderful guidebook for readers to learn the legendary as well as pathetic stories of lestappen. I am going to send it to my friend, force them to read it and let them know that this is my ship and these are my drivers.

Many thanks again for your contribution and wish us to witness one more lestappen podium.

Awwww, thank you so much! It makes us both so happy to know that you enjoyed the silly presentation! ❤️

The rookies will be in for a rude awakening once they end up top 3 with Max and Charles. Let’s hope they’ve both learned from Lance's mistake and pay attention from the start.

You know, George considered also deeming Alex as a non-insufferable child but eventually decided against it.

And thank you so much for pointing out those typos! When you look at something for long enough, you will eventually become blind to any errors. I've fixed both mistakes in the PowerPoint now, and both myself and George thank you for being vigilant!

That's so sweet of you to say. 🥹 We'd love for new Lestappies to read this presentation and learn about our favorites.

Thank you so much for reading our fic, looking through the PowerPoint, pointing out the typos and leavinf us this ask! We appreciate it more than you know. ❤️

Here’s hoping for more top 3 Lestappen moments!

[archiveikemen]

Minamoto no Yoshitsune Main Story: Chapter 9

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection; expect mistakes, grammatical errors, and some creative liberties. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Read this before interacting┊aikm’s Genjiden Glossary

Yoichi: Come, come, shall we get the party started?

Yoichi-san swiftly filled everyone’s cups with alcohol.

I was unsure of how to conduct myself in that situation, and Yoshitsune-sama peered into my face.

Yoshitsune: Yuno, don’t hesitate to sit here.

Yoshitsune: If it’s bothering you, consider this an apology for the false accusations made against you earlier today.

Yuno: I-in that case…

Yuno: Understood! Thank you very much.

(Although…)

I tried taking a bite out of the food, but I was honestly too anxious to truly enjoy it.

Yuno: … Hm?

I suddenly felt someone staring at me, and I lifted my head and made eye contact with Kurama.

Kurama: ...

Kurama was staring intensely at me with a frown on his face, seemingly disappointed.

Kurama: No matter how I see it, I don’t see anything special about you.

Kurama: Why did Tamamo pick such a boring woman to make a pact with?

Yuno: You say that, but…

Kurama: I find it hard to believe he would be interested in someone like you with no charm. What did you do to Tamamo?

(No charm… I don’t deny that point, but that’s so rude!)

Yuno: I didn’t do anything much to him… all I did was try and protect him because he was hurt.

Kurama: Tamamo made a pact with you just because of that?

(Ugh…)

The sharp look in his narrowed eyes made me flinch.

As I hesitated to say something in response to him, Yoshitsune-sama came to my rescue.

Yoshitsune: Enough from you, Kurama. Yuno already has her fair share of troubles.

(Yoshitsune-sama…!)

Kurama: Are you defending this woman? This is very unlike you, Yoshitsune.

Kurama casually sipped on his alcohol.

Yoichi-san, who had been watching the situation unfold from the sidelines, shrugged his shoulders.

Yoichi: We don't often get to have a feast, so let’s all get along well.

Yoichi: So, Yuno, you’re not allowed to use honorifics with me starting from right now.

Yuno: Huh?

Yoichi: I don’t really like being too formal.

Yoichi: You’ll always feel tense if you keep using honorifics, right?

Yoichi: Especially when you’re currently in enemy territory and it’s making you nervous, all the more you should try to relax a little sometimes.

Yoshitsune: I agree. Your mind and body won’t be able to handle the stress if you don’t occasionally let your guard down.

Yoichi: That’s our General. You understand what I mean.

(They have a point… I guess.)

Strangely, I kind of agreed with what they were saying.

Yuno: Thanks, Yoichi-san.

Yoichi: No problem. You don’t mind, right, Kurama?

(Wait, Kurama too!?)

I had become wary of Kurama because of our exchange earlier on.

(I don’t think I speak casually with him after what just happened…)

Kurama: The way you talk to me doesn’t matter, it’ll all sound nothing more than a mere animal making annoying noises.

Kurama: I’m not interested in anything you say.

Yuno: Uhhh, I’d appreciate it if you would at least distinguish between me and an animal…

I assessed his behaviour and cautiously addressed him.

Yuno: Um, Kurama-san…

Kurama: Drop the “san”.

(Not even “san” is acceptable…)

Yuno: O-okay. … Kurama.

Kurama: Don’t get the wrong idea. This isn’t permission for you to cosy up to me.

Kurama: You’re merely—

Yuno: It doesn't bother you that I'm informal with you… despite obviously being of unequal status?

Kurama: Correct. You're surprisingly bright for an animal.

Kurama: But I still refuse to acknowledge your pact with Tamamo.

(He’s as stubborn as a mull…)

I felt like I got to know Kurama’s personality a little bit better through this conversation.

(It’s going to be difficult to get close to him, though.)

Finally feeling more at ease, I took a sip of the alcohol.

My facial expression naturally brightened up at the subtle sour taste and smooth texture.

(Wow, this is really easy on the throat…!)

Yuno: This alcohol is delicious… the cup looks beautiful too.

Yoshitsune: Yoichi made that cup.

Yuno: Yoichi-san did!?

Yoichi: Yeah. The one Yoshitsune-sama is using was made by me too.

Yuno: Really? You’re very skillful, Yoichi-san.

I held up the cup to take a closer look.

It was crafted so carefully that it made the ones sold in the market look inferior.

Yuno: Maybe the alcohol tastes better because I’m drinking it from such a beautiful cup.

I muttered thoughtfully as I took another sip.

Kurama: The taste has nothing to do with the cup.

Yoichi: You’re awful at being sentimental. Fine by me, though.

(It’s alright…)

Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol and Yoichi-san's laid back attitude, I felt the tension in my shoulders melt away.

(Although I’m only a pawn… I guess there's nothing wrong with enjoying this moment while it lasts.)

I started having such thoughts due to the guilt of being a hostage.

Yuno: These snacks taste great too.

Yoichi: Hmm, they do, but… nothing beats the ones Benkei makes.

Yuno: Is Benkei-san skilled at cooking?

(That's surprising, seeing as he looks like a typical warrior…)

Yoshitsune: Yeah, I often see him in the kitchen.

Yoichi: How about saying that his cooking is delicious?

Yoichi: He might cry tears of joy if he finds out that you enjoy his cooking, Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: I know that Benkei’s cooking is delicious. But it’ll become a problem if he doubles the portion the moment I praise it.

Yoichi: Ah… he's like an old granny from the countryside.

(Benkei-san…)

The impression of Benkei-san that I had in my mind crumbled.

Yuno: Um… what kind of person is Benkei-san?

Yoichi: What kind of people, hmm… he’s surprisingly an overly caring person. He’s always nagging at Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: … Yeah.

(That’s way too different from what I expected!)

(I’ve always thought that he seemed overprotective of Yoshitsune-sama, and my impression turned out to be correct…)

(That’s interesting, but I’d better not pry.)

Yoichi: Hey, Yuno. The way you’re fidgeting makes it so obvious that you’re curious.

(Oh no! My body language gave it away…)

Yoshitsune: I mean… there’s more.

Yoichi: Anyway, back to the topic. Apart from being excessively caring, Benkei also tends to be very stubborn.

Yoichi: Even now while he’s being a hostage in Kamakura, he’s probably sitting in a room and meditating.

Kurama: I can easily imagine him doing that.

Kurama finished his drink and wasted no time in reaching out for another bottle.

Kurama: I’m still not satisfied. Join me, Yoichi.

Yoichi: Oh, you want a drinking competition? Bring it on.

Yoichi: Yoshitsune-sama and Yuno will be the judges.

Yuno: T-this sudden?

Yoshitsune: This is a regular occurrence.

Yoichi-san pulled the bottle over and filled the cups of alcohol, and the two started drinking at the same time.

Yoshitsune: Don’t mind them. You can take your time to drink.

Yuno: Oh, alright! Are you sitting out of it, Yoshitsune-sama?

Yoshitsune: Trying to keep up with them will only cause trouble.

(You’re right. Look at how incredibly fast they’re emptying their cups…!)

Yoshitsune: Are you good at holding your alcohol?

Yuno: I wouldn't say I’m especially good, but I don't hate it.

Yuno: I enjoy participating in gatherings with alcohol. Even though I’m not much of a drinker, I always find it fun to just be there.

Yoshitsune: I agree. It’s always nice to have a feast with your close companions.

(Ah…)

Yoshitsune-san has a warmth in his eyes whenever he looks at Yoichi-san and Kurama.

Memories of my encounter with him on the battlefield resurfaced in my mind.

= Flashback Start =

Yoshitsune: Thank you for treating him.

Yoshitsune: The lives of my men are as important to me as my own, you just saved one of them.

= Flashback End =

(To Yoshitsune-sama… Yoichi-san and Kurama are his close companions whom he cherishes.)

Yoichi: Ahh… I really miss Benkei’s snacks.

Kurama: Apart from that, I don’t get to play with a naginata being swung at me at full force when Benkei isn’t here.

(They’re talking about Benkei-san again. The members of the Rebel Army seem to have a close relationship.)

(Just like Yoshitsune-sama, everyone else also cherishes one another.)

Watching their interactions made me feel a pain in my chest.

(... The members of the Shogunate were like this too.)

Both forces were the same when in came to the friendly interactions amongst their members.

Not long after my period as a hostage ends, the war between the Shogunate and Rebel Army will begin.

My chest tightened at the thought of that day approaching.

Yoshitsune: What’s wrong? You stopped drinking.

(Oh…)

Yoshitsune-sama stared at my empty cup.

Yuno: I was just thinking a little about some things.

Yoshitsune: Thinking?

Yuno: Yes…

Yoshitsune: … I see.

I remained silent, and Yoshitsune-sama didn't ask any further questions.

(Maybe he knows that I was thinking about the Shogunate…)

Yoshitsune: I think I’ll have a couple more drinks. How about you?

Yuno: Oh, then I'll have another cup as well.

(... I want to talk to Yoshitsune-sama for a little more.)

I thought that, along with the alcohol, I could swallow the things I couldn't say.

Yoshitsune: I’ll pour you a cup.

(Yoshitsune-sama!?)

Yuno: P-please wait.

I hurriedly stopped Yoshitsune-sama who had the bottle in his hands.

Yoshitsune: …? What is it?

Yuno: That won't do! I should be the one pouring drinks…

Yoshitsune: I mentioned at the start that there’s no need for you to be modest.

He placed a cup in my hand, and a sudden warmth rippled through my body when our fingertips touched.

Yuno: T-thank you…

Yoshitsune: Yeah.

He filled my cup with steady hands.

Yuno: … I’ll pour you a cup next.

Yoshitsune: I humbly accept.

(What’s with me? I’m getting a little nervous. But this is a different kind of nervousness from the one I felt when I was suddenly brought to this party…)

This time, I picked up the bottle and filled Yoshitsune-sama’s cup.

Our eyes met as we slowly brought our cups to our lips…

Yuno: … Delicious.

(It strangely tastes better than before…)

Yoshitsune: Indeed, it’s delicious.

(Why did I get the thought that it’d be nice if Yoshitsune-sama thinks the same way?)

(Why am I thinking of such things?)

Yoshitsune: It’s strange. When I’m with you…

Yuno: Huh…?

Just as Yoshitsune-sama was about to say something…

???: Excuse me.

The hall’s doors were slid open discreetly.

A man stood in wait outside the hall.

(From his appearance, he looks like a servant.)

Yoichi: What’s the matter?

Man: My apologies for interrupting. I have an urgent message for Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoichi: Ahh… then allow me to verify it first.

Yoshitsune-sama stopped Yoichi-san, who was about to stand up.

Yoshitsune: It’s fine.

Yoichi: …

Yoichi-san frowned, but didn’t say anything in response.

(What…)

Yoshitsune-sama diverted his attention onto the man. His warm gaze from just a moment ago became more calm.

Yoshitsune: … Over here.

Man: Yes, My Lord.

The man entered the hall and approached Yoshitsune-sama, and then—

Man: Minamoto no Yoshitsune! Prepare to die—

(KYAA..!?)

He pulled out a short sword and lunged at Yoshitsune-sama.

(N-No way…)

— In an instant, Yoshitsune-sama’s cold gaze fixed onto the man.

(Why…)

When I noticed that there wasn't a hint of fear in those eyes, a chill ran down my spine.

Yoshitsune: Too slow.

Yoshitsune-sama calmly got on one knee to stand from his seat, and he drew his sword at the same time.

Man: Wha…!?

Yoshitsune-sama deflects the man’s short sword and points his sword at his throat.

Yoshitsune: So you’re the culprit.

[ofmermaidstories]

Let me preface this by saying I did check your FAQ but I didn't see this there yet I still find it hard to believe no one has asked you this at least a thousand times so if they did and I just missed it I'm sorry and you can delete this ask but—

You write such beautiful, detailed fics with lots of foreshadowing that often starts from the very beginning of the story. I think you made an author note once about only posting the first chapter of a fic after you've written the whole thing (or maybe that was Andie...?). If so, is the time between updates just you going through and rereading / editing like 100k words?

Basically, I want to ask: what is your fic planning process like? From the moment you get a first idea to posting the last chapter, what does I look like? I think you're a really, really amazing (one of the absolute best if not THE best) author but I cannot fathom how one human being can write such mammoths of fanfiction and stay motivated enough to finish them.

Also you're already planning Halloween stuff ?? You plan things literally half a year in advance?? Are you even human? We don't deserve you. 😭

You called yourself lazy in the webcomic post but I think you must work unbelievably hard to make such high quality stuff and without even getting compensation for it. You're amazing and I'm very thankful to exist in the right timeline and fandom to read your work. :,)

(oh my god this became such a ramble I'm sorry)

Oh Ari. 🥺 Hello.

I update as I write! So that was probably Andie, lmao, who’s definitely the better example to follow when it comes to plotting/completing a fic. 🥺 She’s amazing and if I could fashion myself after any other writer in our niche, it would be Andie hands down!

But okay, let’s get into it. 📝

A little disclaimer, before we start; I did not go to school for any of this lmfao. The most relevant education I have behind me is a extra-circular literature class I had during my last two years of high-school. The only reason the following works for me is because I’ve cobbled it together from years of trial and error. You can read advice and watch youtube videos about the writing habits of famous authors, but you have to tailor everything you hear to suit you and the way you work. The best advice in the world from the highest paid author in the world won’t work if you’re not wired in the same way! You have to take everything about yourself and what you like and what you want into account!

Part I—first we take Manhattan

start ur fic lol

First thing’s first; I’m a plotter. I don’t pants. If I pants, I lose interest—I need to have the final vision in front of me, even if it’s just a bullet point. I have to know what I’m working towards. That is crucial to literally everything I do. Every fic you see on AO3, every WIP I’ve mentioned working on or wanting to work on—I have always known two things about them, immediately: the hook that gets us in there, and how they end.

So for fics in particular, the start might look something like—I get an idea (I want Reader and Bakugou to kiss). And then I sit there and I brainstorm to myself (What’s stopping them from kissing? Why does Reader want to kiss someone so rude when there’s so many other nice boys out there? Is Reader particularly kissable?). And then, if I’m lucky, I think of an ending (Reader and Bakugou finally kiss, but he’s the one that initiates it, because he’s always wanted to, because he likes that Reader always wears a yellow coat to work—it’s ugly and it sticks out among the black and tan ones of the crowd but he comes to associate it—and thus Reader—with routine and his mornings going well).

This is often the most fragile time of an idea. That hook (Reader and Bakugou kiss) might fall apart with a bit more prodding (why would they kiss? Reader’s a stranger to him; most of us don’t go around kissing random strangers just because we like their coats). Or maybe the hook sticks (they spend almost years in orbit around each other, a constant near-miss) but the ending doesn’t work (I don’t know how to move Bakugou to a position where he can kiss Reader, where he has the opportunity to). For every idea you see in action, or listed, there’s like three more that died during this stage and are now being cannibalised for spare parts.

Part II—running up that hill (a deal with fic)

work work work

If our idea survives, we then move to the “throw everything at the wall and see what sticks” stage; which manifests itself in this case as a doc, where I’ll just write any and all ideas I have for this little world so far.

For fanfics, it’ll generally look like—

TITLE

SUMMARY: Bakugou and Reader kiss.

(in which Bakugou first notices you because of your ugly yellow coat)

📝 Reader is allergic to diary products; for ages Bakugou thinks of her as That Cheesy Extra, because of the colour of her coat. She laughs when she eventually learns about this. (“I can’t even eat cheese,” you complain)

📝 Reader stops walking past the coffee shop Bakugou gets his coffee at, one day; moves??? Leaves the city to help a friend out for a few months. Despite himself it throws Bakugou off-kilter, and when he sees someone (not Reader) in a yellow coat during a villian attack, he momentarily loses focus—gets injured???? The news of his injury makes the news, Reader sees it in Bumblah nowhere.

📝 Her coat is donated accidentally by a roommate, in a mix up, for a charity she’s volunteering at; when Reader returns to the city, she has to make do with a new one, a more neutral colour. Bakugou recognises her anyway and that’s when he realises it was never about the coat (!!!!)

Like, this is actually a pretty good approximation of what all my current fics have looked like, at that stage, before I tidied them up and refined them into proper outlines. Because that’s what will happen next, once we have a rough idea of what we want! Things get moved, or removed—tightened. A rough plot outline takes shape! If I get any ideas for a sequel or a spin off that I might want to do, I’ll note them here (Reader’s roommate, Roomie, who’s working at a charity—eventually meets Shinsou, who’s working on a case. She thinks he’s homeless; he doesn’t realise. They carry on like this for a while.)

Once I have a rough outline (rough meaning in bulletpoints), I’ll start on my more in-depth outlines—I do these chapter by chapter! I say this a lot, but they’re basically a really rough version of said chapter. So it might look like:

Reader’s walking to work; it’s cold enough that’s she’s wearing her coat. There’s a new coffee-shop opened on the corner—it’s full, popular, you think it might be because it’s at a crossroads between two different Pro Hero agencies. Reader glances at the window, interested, but then a friend calls out and you hurry along. Bakugou, inside the coffee-shop waiting for Half and Half to get his order, is affronted; your coat is ugly as shit, and he complains loudly about it to Shouto, who mentions something about Baku. having no room to complain about ugly colour choices.

The swap between Reader/You happens a lot because I’m not using my brain properly, at this stage—I’m just shovelling the sand I need into the sandbox. Once I finish my shovelling, I go back and I rewrite it—but better, LMAO. I flesh things out, I throw things away as needed, I add things in. It’s basically really, really intensive handholding and I would not recommend it for anyone who’s already daunted by the idea of plotting; I do it because if I don’t have a chaperone there (aka my outline) then I’m prone to getting distracted. I am basically the fanfic equivalent of the undiagnosed ADHD kid at the back of the class that only gets work done when they’re sat right in front of the teacher (and even then, there’s like a 50% chance it’s not actually work that’s happening but doodles of that weird pointy S thing over and over again).

Once it’s done, though, we have a completed chapter! I then post it and wait like a little crab under some rocks for people to be tricked into being nice to me, and then I dig back in and think nice thoughts about repeating this process to get chapter two. Eventually I will—and viola! Another chapter! We repeat that over and over until we get to the end of our original outline and we have a finished story. 😌📖

Part III—you’re on your own kid

motivation

No one ever likes this part, or what I’m about to say, because at best it sounds like saccharine fodder and at worse it’s out of touch with most people’s experiences in fandom, but—the only way to stay motivated when doing a long-haul fic is that you have to do it for yourself.

People are so kind to me, about the fics I’ve done; it’s part luck and part what I choose to write and part how I write it. And I mean—I share them because I want a little bit of attention, lmao, that’s natural because we’re humans, we all want attention. But here’s the thing, here’s the secret—I take these fics 110% deadly seriously. LOL. That sounds like a joke, but I do! I do that because it’s how I’m built and how I keep myself interested in them—because taking them seriously means I’m more invested in realising the ending I’ve imagined for them since day one.

If other people stopped being so nice about what I was writing, I would be sad—anyone would. 🥺 We all want to be told that we’ve done a good job. But I’ve had the ending for the Deku fic, for example, in my head since it’s predecessor was on-going. That is literal years of knowing how I want Izuku and Scribble’s story to end. If everyone disappeared tonight I would sulk, hardcore, and then I would finish that last chapter anyway. I would finish it because I’ve spent so much time and energy working on that story that not finishing it is a disservice to the world I built around those characters and most importantly to myself. I probably wouldn’t stress as much about it, LOL, if the audience shrunk back down to just me, but I’d still do it. 🥺

I write—and try to finish—these fics because I deserve to see them finished. I want the completed tick, on ao3. I want to look at it and know that I can do it—that I can start something as simple as Bakugou hating on some rando’s yellow coat, and bring it to the finish-line where they finally come together, and see each other, without the yellow coat or through a coffee-shop window.

And this is what I mean by like, tailoring things to suit you—because I know others might be perfectly content to imagine the ending for themselves, without writing it. Or maybe they don’t want to treat fic seriously, because it’s fun escapism. Maybe disappointment that it’s not received like they thought it would be sours the whole experience of fandom for someone—there’s no right or wrong to this. I know I can write for an audience of just me because I’ve done it before. The satisfaction has always come back to the same thing—knowing I finished it, and wrapped that world up as best as I could. You have to pick and choose your poison—and then you have to run with it.

I hope that answers at least some of your questions, Ari. 🥺 Thank-you for such a thoughtful ask; for being so sweet. 🥺 You’re amazing, and I’m the thankful one—I’m glad we’re here, together. 🌷🌾✨📖

[poisonioushearts]

Not really used to making these things, but tell me if anything is wrong so I can correct the request :》

So, I wanted to request something a bit specific for our favourite (or at least, my favourite) Dislyte evil man, Yamato.

Reader is from the Union, but agrees to join the Twilight Order per Yamato's request, in exchange for Yuuhime's freedom, basically agreeing to follow his orders without mind controlling. He did this so he could show others how he could corrupt a rightious person into doing evil things without the music box, but maybe he starts to like the powerful esper a bit more and even starts to worry about her feelings and tend to her when she gets hurt?

Sorry for the long request, the brainrot is very strong. Feel free to ignore this if you want! Love your content, keep doing what you do! 🩵

Thank you for the request! Hope it temperarly solves your Yamato hunger 🍽️

(hope this makes up for the Arcana slander lmao)

And I hope this is up to par. I finished it during my shift at work so it may seemed rushed.

@seasidesketches

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors, slight language, blood, ✨manipulation attempts✨

Synopsis/tags: esper reader, not implied what god/being reader has powers of, reader has a sword and cataclyst, some cliche moments...but I'm a sucker for some cliches

Failed Manipulation

Okay so you know that one audio? That goes something like: "I hate that man, i hate that man But oh, cara mia how i love this man"

Literally you towards him okay?

So we sorta got an enemies to lovers situation but the enemy part is toned down.

You and Yuuhime were pretty close, and knowing for the longest time that she was being controlled by her own brother infuriated you.

You didn't know what to do. Until an idea hit you- what if you just...took her place?

You wouldn't tell her because you knew she would protest this fact.

So, one day after your duties for the Union had been completed for the day you got the coordinates to the Twilight Order base and left.

You weren't able to enter the building because the guards at the front wouldn't let you in. No matter how many times you said you needed to speak with their boss about an important matter.

Then, speak of the devil and he shall appear...

Letting out a groan of frustration you clenched your fists trying to control your withering composure.

"I have a matter to speak about to your boss. An important one-"

"Yes you told us that a thousand times. You need to make an appointment if you wish to speak with the Leader of the Twilight Order you have to make an appointment."

"I understand that which is why I did make one. It's supposed to be happening right now but you won't let me in!"

"Then show me the papers."

"I told you, the printer broke, and I didn't want to be late."

The guard snickered, "Yeah, and let me guess, you're an esper from the Union too?"

You opened your mouth to the infuriating guard when you saw a figure behind the guard. Said guard breathed in relief.

"Do we have a problem here?" The man asked, seemingly to resemble someone you know but you couldn't put a finger on it.

"This [lady/man/person/etc.] wishes to enter. Claims they have an appointment with you but doesn't have the proof."

Oh.

That's him? Shit you didn't expect him to be attractive-

He looked at you and gave an eerie smile before looking at the guard. "It's quite rude to decline entry to one of my guests."

The guard stiffened, "But they didn't have the papers-"

"tut tut." He shook his head. "Not only did you deny entry to my guest but you also mocked them? An esper of the Union?" If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was enunciating those last words.

"I thought they were lying!"

He sighed, "Meet me in my office later." He turned to you, "Let's go to my office, yes? I assume it must be urgent if you made the appointment on the same day you arrived."

You nodded, holding your tongue. After getting over the initial shock of him being... attractive you will admit...you felt your anger and rage begin to bubble again.

Entering the office he took a seat and when he waved his hand to the one across from his desk you hesitated before sitting down.

"Now, I already have a guess on what you are here for. You want my sister to have her freedom correct?"

You nodded, giving in to the obvious question, "How'd you know?"

"I've noticed the progression of your friendship with her. After you made an appointment I made an educated guess on what it had to be."

You narrowed your eyes, "The catch?"

He smiled, "I'll set Yuuhime free and you work for me here at the Twilight Order. You will need to my orders, and all without the music box."

Oh. What? I mean, it's not a bad exchange or request. You just didn't expect one to be made so soon.

Hiding your surprise you nodded, an afterthought coming to mind. "And the Union?"

He clasped his hands together, "I've already talked with one of the leads. They agreed as long as you do, that it would be alright for you to transfer here."

"Alright then. I'll work for you."

AND SO IT BEGAN *evil laughter*

The first few times he'd tell you to do something, you wanted to snap back at him. Why couldn't he get his own water? Why did you have to be the one to fetch this or that? Why'd he replace he others members on trips with you?

A week or two later, one particular mission he was on with you, you were both at an unfamiliar town and attended a restaurant suspected of preforming experiments on their consumers. Putting the formulas inside the food or drinks.

The only good part was the place was not popular at all, but there were still many that went missing.

The goal was to stop it from happening. The task was meant for the Union, but somehow, he got his hands on it. Part of the reason he had it was because he wanted to see you in action.

Yamato had got up to go to the bathroom, which was his alibi because he was actually going to go sneak around, you were sitting at the bar just sipping on your drink. You were meant to be the look out and message Yamato if anything suspicious happened in his absence.

Someone had the audacity to take Yamato's seat beside you and start talking to you. Even offered you a drink. They just couldn't take no for an answer.

As they raised their arm to touch you, you were about to slap them across their face or push them away when their hand stopped midway because it was grabbed.

You eyes trailed up to the person who did it, and it was none other than Yamato.

"Now, now," he smiled, but it wasn't friendly in the least bit, "I suggest you get away from my darling~." You felt your cheeks heat up involuntary. Did he just call you darling? His darling? He put a protective arm around your shoulders, "Unless of course you want this to get rather ugly. I guarantee if you try to lay a hand on my significant other, we both won't show mercy." His eyes darkened. The person mumbled an apology before quickly scrambling away.

Yamato relaxed and sat down, "My apologies for the consented touch." He ran his gloved hand through his hair, "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah..." You swallowed, suddenly nervous. Why though? "Why did you call me 'my darling'?" You mustered the courage to ask.

"I'm afraid I don't know what your talking about."

"You called me your significant other." You added.

He smiled, "I only called you by your name. But if you think you heard me call you-"

"Did you find anything?" You interrupted. Perhaps you heard wrong? No. Wait- Gah.

"To answer your question, yes, yes I did find something. However, we can't expose them. They seem to have ways of getting away with it as before." He leaned closer to you, "So we have to set this place aflame."

Eyes widening largely you gasped before shaking your head, "There are still customers here." You hissed, "Why can't we get the Union involved?"

"They won't take the proper precautions." He said, "They won't get here in time. They won't do what's right." He sighed, "Remember that research I had you do? That place isn't as reliable as it seems."

You mind flashed back to the documents and sites that said the Union wasn't as trustworthy as it seemed. You doubted that. You worked there-there was no way it would be that, that, unreliable.

But as the words flashed in your mind the doubt began to increase, no matter how hard you tried to push it away.

Yamato saw the confliction in your eyes and he smiled to himself. The corruption was slowly beginning. He lifted your hand that rested on your lap and put a small object in your palm, closing your fingers with his own.

You shivered slightly at the current that spread through your body at his touch, but you ignored it and watched as he stood from the seat with a smile.

"Don't worry." He purred, "These unsuspecting customers will evacuate."

As if on cue, someone burst through the door. You didn't remember their name, but you knew they worked at the Twilight Order.

Out of breath they huffed, "There's miramon coming this way!" They shouted, and instantly the few people in the restaurant scrambled to reach the exit. Chairs screeched and slammed on the floor as people rushed towards the exit.

The person looked at Yamato and nodded before leaving.

"Come, [Name]." Yamato gestured you to follow and you did so.

"There is no miramon, is there?" You asked, knowing the answer.

"My, you are smart." He didn't say anything else, instead, walked calmly towards the edge of the town, people scattering away from the restaurant. You finally opened your hand to see the object was a gray stick about the size of your thumb, a bright red button on the top.

"What...?"

"Press it." He stood behind you and leaned closer until his breath hit your neck, "Press it."

"But-there's still people in the way! They could get hurt! And the evidence of experiments-"

"And all their hard work it going to disappear. All of it. No one will die. Rather a few get injured than more turn into something else unknowingly. You don't want to do that do you? Do you want to let people turn into creatures against their will? There are people that have died because of these experiments, but you can stop it."

Your mind whirled. You never really liked violence, but this would help. This would help many people. People may get injured if you do it but if you don't more will. The Union won't help. Not with this. Yamato said that they couldn't help so they must be right. Your mind felt cloudy and your finger hovered over the button.

"Press it. Save them." You don't know who's voice it was. It could've been Yamato, it could've been your mind, but either way, you listened. You obeyed.

The bomb Yamato placed when he "went to the bathroom" went off. There was a loud boom that shook the ground and flames licked the old restaurant in seconds.

You did it.

A few more weeks later, on another mission together, he finally got to see how powerful you were.

He was not disappointed.

On the way back from a mission, there was an onslaught of miramon. Before he could even lift his own weapon, you had drawn your cataclyst, and moved quite quickly.

You saved his from getting even a single scratch.

You, however, weren't so lucky.

You had a deep gash on the side of your arm.

This was also the first time he used the music box.

Teeth clenched you walked beside Yamato, mission completed.

Your arm hurt a lot, but you didn't want to show it. Yamato didn't know you got injured, and you intended to keep it that way.

There was nothing either of you could do at the moment. So you just pressed on hand to the arm, and hoped that'd help for now.

He looked to you every now and then, and each time you'd move your body so he couldn't see the other side where the injury lay.

You thought you were being discreet, he did not.

He stopped walking, and you did the same, "Is something the matter?" You asked.

Swiftly he stepped in front of you, eyes instantly going to where the color had changed significantly.

He glared, and to your surprise, he gently removed your hand (despite some protest). "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" His eyes met yours, and you saw something in his eyes you couldn't quite name. He sighed, "Let me see." You didn't seem to have much of a choice, so you slipped off your jacket, revealing the gash. Blood dripped onto the ground at your feet. Gently he lifted your arm, and with wide eyes you watched as it began to heal.

So that's his esper ability.

"You need rest."

"So do you."

"I'm not the one that was bleeding out." He has managed to heal the injury enough so it wasn't bleeding, but he still took the jacket from your other hand and tied it around your injury. You winced but knew that pain was a guarantee when healing. "I'm going to carry you the rest of the way."

"Huh!?! No, I can walk-"

"That wasn't an offer. It was a demand."

"I said I can walk."

He truly wasn't a 100% thinking perfectly when his fingers brushed the music box.

A tune began to play in your ears. Rest. Then you collapsed, but he was there to catch you. He lifted you in his arms bridal style, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

It didn't fully dawn on him as he walked that he used the box for you, and not his own gain.

This was the beginning of him slowly caring, actually caring, for you- and letting go the idea of corrupting you.

Some things were...odd now.

The good odd, but still it made you suspicious.

Someone would bring you drinks and food while you work, and said work slowly became the less active kind and more simple paperwork.

Hell, Yamato even visited you and talked to you.

And you normally didn't go on your own whenever you had a mission.When you were assigned a partner- it was either Yamato or someone else he knew was strong and would protect you.

He told himself it was because he couldn't loose such a powerful pawn such as yourself, after all whether you knew it or not-your actions were beginning to be more... reckless. Less regret felt.

You didn't want to confront him on this because...well, you knew he'd deny it or something.

In fact, he was denying something.

For instance, his growing attraction to you. Suddenly he began to pay more and more attention to you, your appearance, your personality, like and dislikes.

You were starting to do the same. Instead of reluctantly getting him his coffee or cup of tea, you started to hum to yourself and feel more at peace with yourself.

You allowed yourself to call him attractive, handsome, pretty, etc. Allowed yourself to pay attention to him and figure out how to read his facial expressions that not many can figure out and distinguish.

More than once you had dinner together, for work he said, and you realized you were enjoying yourself and having fun.

You felt guilty because you were doing this for Yuuhime. Did she ever feel much joy around her brother after knowing what he did?

And yet, even after knowing all he's done, you can't hold your feelings stirring for him.

You even find yourself laughing and smiling whenever he crosses your mind.

A few monthes in you were walking across the plains for a mission. You got hurt. Predictable? Yes. Cliche? Yes. Old? Never.

A yelp escaped your lips as you ducked a large miramon's blade. Hair mangled and out of breath due to exhaustion you forced yourself to ready your sword once more, your catalyst being repaired back at base.

This was one of the few missions you carried out on your own.

After you had gathered the items Yamato asked for, you were about to go on your merry way when you were stopped by a wave of miramon.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

You were strong yes, but everyone has their limits. You were at yours a few minutes ago.

Rolling out of the way of another attack you managed to get a few of yours in. With a jump and a spin for momentum you brought your blade down finally killing it.

Or so you thought.

As you were gathering the things in your bag and putting the swords away, you felt a shape pain in your stomach area and gasped. Glancing down you saw the blade that cut through your body. It was quickly tore out and you collapsed to the ground with quick breathes in an attempt to catch some air.

Letting out a cry of pain you lifted your sword, using a nearby rock to keep you stable and used your untimate. The creature exploded and you fell back against the rock, wincing in pain.

You didn't want to look down to see the wound but you had to, and the sight of the blood staining your clothes made you gag.

"Shit, shit, shit, fuck!" You cursed to yourself for letting down your guard.

You hurriedly began looking through your bag for medical supplies. The blood was quickly dripping down at your feet and staining the golden sand. You knew that soon you'd pass out and you probably wouldn't survive.

Pulling out a jacket you tied it around your waist tightly, pressing a hand to the fabric against your side.

Reluctantly, you brought out your communicator and fumbled with the buttons as you pulled up the array of contacts, finding the official Twilight Order number and pushed the 'call' button.

Unknowing you accidentally chose the option that'd allow you to see them, and them you, when you talked.

There was no going back from that.

Yamato's plan was to gradually corrupt your mind without the music box.

Start with some simpler tasks and gradually make them get worse. Gain your trust. Corrupt your mind. He knew how to manipulate with the box and without.

His people started to doubt his ability...so he decided to prove himself in the best way possible. Recruit a member of the Union and offer them something they can't refuse so they work for him.

You were the sign, that meeting request, was the sign that he would go through with the idea.

Nothing would get in the way of that. And in the end, he'd have a powerful esper on his side.

BUT

Over the course of time he started to feel guilty for making you do things. Hell, he wanted to get you things.

He started to feel... different towards you.

He realized, his feelings towards you have been changing over the course of working with you the past months.

As he was thinking of what the hell he was going to do-trying to figure out how you're doing this to him-there was a sharp knock on his door and before he could even say 'come in' they burst through the door.

"What is it?" He asked, feeling slightly annoyed at the lack of mannerisms.

"Its- it's them! They sent an urgent message." They fiddled with their communicator, an image flashing to life. You.

"I need a medic." You said, grimacing, "I ran into a bit of trouble please send someone soon. I'm in the dessert a bit ways from town-gah!" You winced, image flickering, but he could clearly see the color staining your clothes. You looked at the camera with watering eyes, "This may be cheesy but..." you laughed, immediately hissed, "I love you Yamato." Then you vanished from his sight.

He stood up quickly, "Send a team out there. Now."

"W-we did, and we found them but..." They hesitated.

"But what??"

"They aren't doing to well..."

"Where are they?" He strode quickly to the doorway. "Infirmary?"

The person nodded and Yamato didn't waste another second.

His walk turned into a jog, which turned into a sprint.

Finally reaching the infirmary and seeing your seeing form on the bed the thought of losing you hit him hard.

As your eyes slowly opened, scanning your surroundings before meeting his eyes.

And suddenly his feelings for you were as clear as day.

He strode to your bedside and sunk to his knees before leaning towards your face.

Inches away his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back up.

You didn't say a word, to surprised and flushed to say a thing.

You blinked and his lips were on yours.

When he parted from your lips he sighed, "I'm never letting you go out alone like that again. I love you too."

Ironic how his mission was to corrupt you, but it seemed that you did it to him. (Unknowingly).

And he wouldn't change that ever.

Hope you enjoyed reading! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[brideofdiscord-rewritten]

Bride of Discord Chapter 8: the gift

Fluttershy's usual nightmare was interrupted by a Booming, familiar voice: "STAY AWAY FROM HER OR SHALL THEE BE SMITTEN BY MY WRATH."

The draconequus then vanished and a certain blue alicorn appeared before her in the darkness.

"Princess Luna?" she gasped.

"is thee alright, Fluttershy?" the princess inquired.

"Yes. Thank you, but…I heard you could enter dreams, but how come you haven't shown up before?"

"Apologies, for I have many subjects. It was very inconsiderate of me not to have rid your head of that creature before. But Fluttershy, your friends worry about you. Has he been cruel to you in any way?"

"Well, not exactly, but…"

"Yes?"

She gulped. "He…he wants me to love him."

Luna's eyes widened ever so lightly. "Pardon?"

"You see, I…I convinced him to postpone the wedding, but he wants me to love him first."

"thou hast loved many creatures, but none of our own intelligence. Can thou love this creature?"

"He's…not so bad…"

"Fluttershy, he is a deceitful creature!"

"But…he already has me…"

"I mean not to keep thou paranoid. But do not let simple acts of gifts or compliments be misidentified ad compassion. thou needn't love him because he loves thee."

Luna's image began to shift. It became blurred. "You're waking! I must go!"

"Tell my friends I'm okay!" Fluttershy shouted. "Tell them…"

She didn't get to finish as the sunlight had awoken her. She checked the squiggly handed clock on the wall. It was seven in the morning. At some point in her weeping yesterday, she had fallen asleep. Had she really been asleep for that long?

There was a knock at her door. She didn't need to ask who it was.

"Come in?"

As she had figured, it was Discord who opened the door, a wide grin upon his face.

"Good morning, my beauteous bride!" he chimed. "You certainly were tired to have slept the whole day! Well, now that you're up, how about some breakfast?"

"Um, sure?"

Honestly, she really wanted something to eat, but did not want to spend more time with Discord. I don't wanna be rude, of course i should Give him a chance! she told herself. After all, he's probably not used to being nice to ponies.

With a snap of his fingers, she was seated at the table. Discord materialized behind her.

"What would my lovely fiancé like this morning? Pancakes? Toast? Muffins?"

"Um, pancakes would be…"

A stack of pancakes appeared in front of her before she could finish her sentence

"I trust you slept well?" he inquired.

"Yes," she fibbed.

"And the bed? Was it comfortable enough?"

"Oh, yes, very."

He leaned his face toward her. "I have a gift for you."

He opened his paw and summoned a jade bracelet. Fluttershy looked at it unsurely as he slid it on her hoof.

"It's…lovely.

"Well, it's nothing compared to you."

His head rested on top of her's, before she pushed him off rather quaintly.

The next few days blurred into themselves. It was monotonous. Cold. Or warm if she wanted it. Or snowy. Does the queen want flax seed? Does she want music, or gems, or towels or dresses?! Now does she love him? Or now? Or now? Click! It's me! You have to give me what I want and even then you'll never see the others! Click! Creeeaaaak, tromp, poof!

One day, she absolutely refused to come out of her room. It wasn't until the afternoon that Discord attempted to lure her out.

"Oh, Fluttershy!" he called. "Your knight in shining armor doth hath arrived! Or something."

She opened the door slightly to see the draconequus in a suit of gold armor, holding a bouquet of roses upside down. When he noticed this error, he quickly corrected it. Fluttershy just slammed the door without a second glance. Discord frowned, but kept his cool.

"Come now, my dear. You've been in there all day."

"Go away!" she screamed.

He clenched his teeth as he made the armor and flowers disappear. "I've been patient with you, pony, but you really don't want to make me angry!"

"Go ahead! Get angry! Every night you ask me the same question and I will always give the same answer! It's still no!"

"Come out here, right now!" he bellowed.

There was a pause, and then a soft, but defiant, "No."

"You can't stay in there forever!"

"Oh, yes I can! I have an endless supply of food in here! NONE OF IT IS LOVE."

"I really should have rethought putting that microwave in," he muttered, face palming himself

He took a deep breath. Play it cool, Discord. He spoke in a softer voice.

"Will you come out?"

"No!"

He grunted, but then tried a different tactic. "Will you come out, please?"

"No, thank you!"

He erupted like a volcano. "You come out here this instant!"

"I won't! And you can't make me! Bleeeegghhhh!" She blew raspberries. He thought he even heard a giggle behind the mahogany.

"Have you forgotten who I am?!"

With a snap of his fingers, she was out in front of the door. He used his index finger to levitate the engagement ring around her neck, lifting her in the process.

"You promised yourself to me," he growled, pointing toward the ring, "and you are going to be my wife, love me or not!

Seeing his dark expression, Fluttershy was truly afraid of him at this moment, but she stayed strong and glared back at him. "Fine! Marry me then! Don't wait for me to love you! Because there is no way in this world I could ever JUST RANDOMLY fall in LOVE!"

"Oh, is that so?! Well, let's stop wasting time then! We'll be married first thing in the morning, whether you like it or not!"

As he released his magic from her, she crossed her hooves and turned away.

"That's it, missy! Go to your room!"

"You're not my mother!"

"well I'm your husband! so get used to my orders!"

"Well, I'm your future wife, so get used to my complaints!"

"Whatever! We're still getting married tomorrow, so ha!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

She slammed the door angrily. Then she rushed to her bed. She wanted so desperately to cry, but she felt to powerful to do so. her giggling turned into sobbing. Golly, what am I becoming in here!?

"Oh, that pony!" Discord grunted.

Then he heard the pony's weeping and his anger faded. He hadn't meant to make her cry, but none of this was working! He covered his ears, trying to block out her whining as he teleported to his bedroom.

His angel and devil appeared, in their ridiculous glory.

"What will it take?!" he cursed.

"Lots of whining and crying," the devil muttered.

"Precisely!"

"Give her time," the angel advised. "You did take away her friends and freedom after all."

"But she agreed to it!"

"So what's the point in making her fall in love with you?" the reflection inquired. "Why is that the plan? Do you have a plan?"

"Of course I do! Did you not hear me earlier?!"

"I mean I think that pony's turned you soft!"

Discord blinked and then growled. "Soft?! You're calling me, the Master of Chaos, soft?!"

"He's got a point, you been being sappy." the devil agreed.

"You're not supposed to agree with them!" Discord exclaimed.

"Come now, even I know you're not perfect."

The draconequus cried out and stomped his foot, which made the sound of thousands of glasses shattering. Then realization hit him.

"Why am I talking to you?" he asked as he flicked the angel and devil off his shoulders. "You're all me! I can't take advice from myself! I need to ask some pony else."

He tapped his chin until he came up with an idea.

Zecora was shocked to open her door and find the Lord of Chaos standing there.

"Hello, neighbor!" he waved. His usual wear, (that being nothing,) was now replaced with a nice red knit sweater. Underneath was a fancy button-down, a colorful tie, and navy slacks. A puppet was on his hand.

Her mouth was open, but she could get no words out

"You're not still mad about me turning your hut upside-down, are you?" he asked as he invited himself in. "It was nothing personal, just chaos.

"Um…" Zecora stammered.

He rolled his eyes. "Alright, so here's the deal. I hear you're good at giving advice. Am I right?" The zebra nodded absent mindedly. "Well, I need it! And if you tell any pony about this, I'll turn you into an acorn to feed to the squirrels!"

"Alright!" She cleared her throat. "No frights! come Sit down at peace with me, I will fix us up some tea!

"Not much of a tea drinker. I prefer a bit of eggnog. Maybe with nutmeg!"

But he sat down anyway. Zecora seated herself across from him.

"Now what do you think I can do? Can I fix this thing for you?"

Discord put his head in his hands and sighed. "It's my fiancé, Fluttershy! I'm sure you've heard of our engagement…"

"thought the grapevine, perhaps I've heard... Or maybe it was a little bird."

"Yes, well…she's not exactly…happy."

"You did take her from her friends, so it was expected her happiness would end-"

"That's what my shoulder angel said!" Zecora blinked at him. "Never mind. But I've swallowed my dignity to please this woman! I've given her all the luxury and comfort a pony could want and she doesn't give so much as a smile! She just sits in her room and cries!" He looked pleadingly at the zebra. "What am I doing wrong?"

"I can help you, keep yourself calm. Reach out and let me hold your palm." He reached out and she held it in her hooves.

"did she tell you anything of sorts, to tell you why she cut you out short?"

"she keeps telling me that everything I give her can't make her love me! Is that gold digging? If you give somepony something, they love you because you gave them something happy!"

"Fluttershy sees past your love-bomb, no e of these gifts solves her qualms."

He tugged his paw away. "Quit talking in riddles! That's my job! How do I make Fluttershy happy?"

"to solve your blindness, you must act with kindness."

He stared at her. "Come again?"

"Fluttershy is not won by wealth and jewels. Kindness and consideration will be your tools. Learn of her interests, her pleasures, her joys, and use them for love instead of your ploys."

"Okay, okay! So how do I do this…kind thing?"

"simple pleasures will not do. It has to come from the heart of you."

"I've given her gifts!"

"Something that compliments her personality. Not just something from brutality."

"Something she vibes with?" He paused to think. His claw tapped his face. "Well, she doesn't really do anything other than play with animals and admire boring plants…" His face lit up. "Wait a minute. That's it!" He turned to the zebra. "You're good! You're welcome at my castle any time!"

After he had vanished, Zecora shook her head with a laugh. "Oh, if only he were to know where this endeavor was going to go." She then went back to her egg cleanse.

Why would I ever know what to do? I repeated what she said back to you!

Meanwhile, Spike and Applejack were trying to keep Fluttershy's animals under control.

"Y'all come back here, ya varmints!" she shouted at beavers as they hauled away a tree they had recently cut down.

"Angel, I have to finish fluffing your tail!" Spike called as he chased after the white rabbit that had hair curlers in his tail.

"Spike, help me round up these chickens!"

"I'm kind of busy here!"

He grabbed hold of Angel, who gave him a hard kick in the snout. Of course, he was built for hard tasks, and remained resilient.

"I thought you were supposed to be good with takin' care of critters," Applejack said.

"Yeah," Spike grunted as he lost his grip on the bunny. "Maybe when there are six of them at a time, not six hundred! What about you? Don't you raise animals for a living?

"My animals are trained and stay in their pens. Wynona, get those weasels out of the coop!"

"How does Fluttershy handle these guys?! I wish they would all just disappear!"

As he said that, a white flash caused the animals to vanish from sight. All that was left was Applejack, Spike and Wynona.

"I didn't mean that literally."

"What in tarnation?" the pony gasped. "Where'd they get off to?"

Suddenly, Spike burped up a letter. When he opened it, he raised an eyebrow.

"This isn't from the princess."

"Let me see." As Applejack read the note, her eyes widened.

"Well, I'll be damned."

The tears would not stop. After hearing that she would be married to that monster tomorrow, the waterworks had broken loose.

She should run away, she had thought, but Fluttershy knew that breaking her promise would give Discord the freedom of taking over Equestria. Besides, he could bring her back with the snap of his fingers.

He didn't mean it. His face softened when you started to cry. But he has no right!... I feel a little sorry too. He's a monster, but-

A light knock on her door startled her. "Fluttershy?"

She buried her face in her pillow. "Go away!"

Outside, Discord silently cursed, but then took a deep breath. "I just wanted to say I'm…s-s-s…"

"What?" Fluttershy choked, lifting her head.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry!"

This caught her attention. This must have been his first time saying that word.

"I didn't realize how upset this deal would make you…"

"Yes, you did!" she snapped.

"Okay, I did! I just ignored that fact. You see…I don't know how to…act in these kinds of situations. I'm sorry I lost my temper with you earlier, but…can you at least give me a chance to make it up to you?"

She paused. "Well…"

"You don't have to marry me tomorrow."

He waited patiently. After a while, she opened the door and looked up at him.

"What is it?"

He grinned a little. "I have something to show you, but first, close your eyes!"

She raised an eyebrow at him, but complied. He waved a paw in front of her to check that she could not see. Smiling excitedly, he took her front hooves and led her to the door leading outside.

Fluttershy did not know what to expect. She was surprised by how tenderly he was holding her hooves. She had to flap her wings to keep her balance, but his touch assured her that if she fell over, he would catch her. She felt a breeze as they went outside. She took a deep breath, as this was her first amount of fresh air in days.

"Can I open them?" she asked

He led her forward a little more, then gently let go of her hooves and whispered in her ear. "Alright. Now."

She opened her eyes and gasped. Surrounding her were acres of plants and flowers of all species and colors. There was an especially large patch of tulips, her favorite. Running about were hundreds of animals, many she recognized from home, but others from elsewhere. She saw kangaroos, toucans, and many more. Everything was vibrant, colorful, the kind of things you would never expect to see in the Everfree Forest. She also noticed they were still floating on the floating ground, but this garden had been added to the clump of earth.

"I brought all your little friends from home," Discord said. "I also brought a few others I thought you would be interested in. Do you like the tulips? I know they're your favorite. I also made a gazebo." He pointed towards it. "You know, in case you want to sit in the shade. Otherwise, there are big trees." He led her to a glimmering pond. "And look, a home for your ducks and fish, also good for swimming. I even put a bridge!"

Her silence made him frown. Then his ears drooped. She hated it. He knew the food dispenser was too much.

"I…" Fluttershy stammered, still staring at the scene. "I…I don't know what to say."

"A thank you would be nice," Discord muttered sadly.

Suddenly, the pegasus did something unexpected. She attacked him around the waist with a hug. The draconequus perked up his ears, tensed his body and widened his eyes at her touch. No pony had ever looked at him as she did. him like this before, let alone hugged him. Such a touch was new and strange…and pleasant.

"This is the most wonderful thing any pony has ever done for me!" she exclaimed. "Thank you! I love it so much!"

He looked down at the pony and saw what he had been hoping to see for the past few days: a smile. A true, happy smile that made her beautiful face even more beautiful. Her crows feet were pronounced, wrapping along her cheeks until two circles of pure enjoyment enraptured her smile.

He felt a tug in his chest, as his heart started beating, perhaps for the first time in millennia. It beat even faster as the pony's face nuzzled into his fur.

Slowly, and hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her small frame, and muttered, "You're welcome."

Fluttershy pulled away as she heard a squeak and let out another gasp.

"Angel! I thought I'd never see you again!"

Discord watched as she flew to her beloved bunny. Other animals surrounded her, delighted to see her. He could not take his eyes off her. That pony, that kind, gentle, beautiful little pony. Her teal eyes sparkled with joy, her pink mane flowed in the mild breeze and her excited voice was like a tingling bell. His heart pounded faster with every second he watched her, until it was about ready to leap out of his chest.

What was this strange sensation developing inside him? He did not know what it was, but it caused a big smile to spread across his face.

In the Ponyville library, Twilight read the message they had received:

"Dear ponies, do not look for animals. They are at my place, with their owner. Your unfriendly neighborhood Discord."

Rainbow Dash looked at the note. "Why did he use letters from magazines?"

"To hide his identity!" Pinkie exclaimed. "Oh, but he signed his name, and…we know who he is, because he has Fluttershy…"

"Why would Discord take the animals for Fluttershy?" Rarity questioned

Applejack glanced at rarity. "Ponies will do anything to please the ones they love."

"Discord? Love?" Rainbow Dash laughed. "That's a hoot!" But she hovered tightly knit as she felt the mare's gaze turn to her. As she looked towards her, the mare turned her face away, hidden in her hat.

She admired her built structure and fluffy hoof fur as the others spoke.

"Doesn't this break the deal?" the dragon inquired. "I mean he can't use his magic outside of the forest, right?"

Twilight exchanged a glance with Applejack before answering, "I think we can make an exception for this one."

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Passionately and Deeply

~Chapter Three, Childfree Edition~

I just wanted to thank everyone for engaging with my fanfic this far, and getting to the prologue over 70+ notes! It warms my heart that so many people like this series! I'll be putting out a masterlist when I release the fifth chapter.

Also there may be more than a few grammatical errors in here, feel free to ignore those.

Anyway, like always, I hope you enjoy!

New to the series? Read the prologue.

The air is warmer, the grass is greener, and my ties to this town are only becoming deeper.

Being with Ford on that fateful night took away nearly every fear I had. I felt like as long as I had him, nothing would stand in my way in life.

I think he pretty much confirmed the same thing with me.

And I couldn’t be happier about that.

Since then, we’ve been hanging out regularly. He’s shown me quite a few of the abnormal beings in this charming yet peculiar town. Among them were the plaidypus, the beard cubs (which were actually kinda cute), and the question quails (which were unquestionably adorable). Ford claims that there are dangerous beings that reside here, but the ones that I’ve seen have been rather innocuous. I actually scooped up the icicle mice from this winter and put them in my freezer so that they’ll live.

In other news, his grand-niblings are on their way to visit him and his family up here in a few hours. They’ll be staying for the whole summer.

Melody had her child, which was a boy. She named him Jesús Alzamirano Ramirez Jr., right after Soos.

They’re such a sweet couple, and now a sweet family. I hope they have a prosperous life.

Abuelita is smitten over her new bisnieto, or her great-grandson. He is quite adorable, after all. He was born on April 4th, and he’ll be two months old on the 4th.

I even got to hold him several times when I visited. I forgot how soft they were, and how good they smelled. On my days off of work, I would make my way to the shack and just tend to him while his primary familial unit rested up.

Ford seems to like the little bean, too. Although he doesn’t really strike me as someone who would like babies, he really took a liking to him.

“You’re so good with that little tyke,” he told me.

I smiled up at him while holding the little bean. “Thanks,” I said. “It’s ironic, since I never want to be a mother or have children.”

Ford’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Truly? You never mentioned it.”

I smiled back down at the sweet baby in my arms. “It never came up,” I told him. “Not until this sweet boy came into our lives. Having a set amount of time with him is fine with me.”

Ford smiled. “On an unrelated note, how old are you again?” he asked.

I playfully raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask about a lady’s age?” I asked, playfully indignant. “I’ll be twenty seven in seven days.”

“Ah, so you’re a gemini like me,” he said. “My great niece told me about the zodiac signs and everything related to them.”

“Oh really? When’s your birthday then?” I asked.

“Stanley’s and my birthday is in two weeks from today, on the 15th of June,” he said.

“The twins have the twins zodiac. How about that,” I said, chuckling.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a twin, would you?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

“What a shame. I thought I would be able to set her up with Stanley,” Ford joked.

I playfully raised an eyebrow. “Who said my twin would be a woman?” I said.

Both of us just stared at each other before we softly broke out laughing.

All of a sudden, the door slammed open, and I saw two teenagers at the door, one boy and one girl.

The girl had medium brown curly hair that reached her mid back, the same copper brown eyes as Stan and Ford, and donned a purple headband with parted fringe bangs. Her sweater (why was she wearing a sweater in June?) was the same purple color as her headband and had spelled out MABEL, and wore a hot pink skirt that reached just a little below mid thigh, with dark purple almost black stockings, and some purple doc martens on. She was about average height.

The boy had a tan and dark brown lumberjack hat, the same medium brown curly hair and copper brown eyes as his sister, with long bangs that nearly covered his eyes. He wore a red flannel plaid shirt, blue jeans and timberlands. He was also about average height, which… kind of surprised me. Seeing that he was related to Stan and Ford, I thought he would be taller.

That doesn’t matter that much, though.

What matters is that this sweet baby boy started crying when both of them busted through the door. I shushed him, trying to soothe him.

“We’re here!” the girl yelled as Ford shushed her. She lowered her head. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“Who’re you?” the boy asked.

“Dipper, my boy, meet my good friend,” Ford said my name, introducing me to his great nephew. “Come here, Mabel, I want you to meet her, too.”

“Woah, nice to meet you! I’m Mabel! Grunkle Ford never said anything about his lady friend being so pretty,” Mabel introduced herself to me as I chuckled and Ford scratched the back of his head.

I can see where she gets her electrifying personality from.

“Nice to meet you too, dear,” I told her, this sweet baby finally settling down back into slumber.

“My name’s Dipper,” Dipper introduced himself. “Is that Soos’ son or is that your own child?”

I shook my head. “It’s definitely not my child. I’m just watching him while he, Melody, and Abuelita rest.”

“Woah, can I hold him? Please please please? I promise I’ll be extra careful!”

“Not yet, darling. Go wash your hands before you touch him. His immune system is very fragile right now,” Ford told Mabel. Mabel dashed to the sink, and Dipper walked, following her.

“So they are your niece and nephew,” I remarked.

Ford turned to me and nodded. “Yes. Besides this little tyke, they are the closest thing to being my own children.”

I smiled as I turned my gaze back to the sweet baby in my arms. “Did you ever want children, Ford?”

“Not really, no,” he said. “I was focused on my work. In a way, everything I’ve worked on, and currently working on are my progeny. Even if I wanted to… I think it’s far too late for me to be a father.”

“That’s a fascinating way to put it,” I told him. “And I completely agree. My work is my baby.”

Ford chuckled as Mabel and Dipper both entered the living room, and Mabel made grabby hands towards Jesús. “Lemme see him~!” she said in her baby voice.

I handed him to her, and she was completely enamored by his baby charm. “Hi buddy. It’s your cousin, Mabel,” she said softly.

I guess when the moment really calls for it, she can be gentle.

“So…” Dipper said my name. “Or do you prefer Miss? Ms? Ma’am?”

I chuckled. “You can say my name, it’s alright, Dipper,”

“Good!” Dipper cleared his throat. “I-I mean, good. I just have a few questions for you.”

“I have a few questions for you, too!” Mabel declared. The baby in her arms cried again.

“My dear, let me take the little tyke while you… speak,” he said, taking Jesús in his arms.

Mabel led me upstairs and Dipper followed us into the attic, where they were sleeping. It smelled like dust mites and moth balls.

They couldn’t have gotten something more appealing for these kids? Honestly!

I’m busting Ford’s ass about this later.

“So…” Dipper said my name. “What is your occupation?”

I told both of them what I did.

“What about before you came to Gravity Falls? What did you do? Where did you live? Did you graduate from university?”

Mabel rolled her eyes. “Jeez Dipper, it’s like you never had a conversation before! It sounds like an interview!”

“Mabel, these are important things I need to know about Great Uncle Ford’s new girlfriend,” he said.

I raised a finger to refute. “Well, actually-”

“Dipper, c’mon!” she whined before turning to me. “I’m sorry for Dipper, he doesn’t know how to have a proper conversation with a lady.”

“Wha- hey!”

“Aaaaanyway, I have more important questions to ask you than the stuffy questions my brother asked! I need to know: Do you like pigs or tardigrades?” Mabel said, narrowing her eyes at me comically.

“Well, I’d have to say pigs. Tardigrades are cute, but I never interacted with one,” I told her.

Mabel squealed. “Oh, this is great! Let me get Waddles!” she said, running out of the room.

“Oh great. Now you’ve set her off,” Dipper said. “Anyway, back to my questions. How old are you?”

I playfully smiled. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask for a lady’s age?” I asked, testing how strong his resolve was.

Dipper scratched the back of his neck. “I-I’m sorry, ma’am, I just-”

I smiled softly. “Listen Dipper, I understand you care for your great uncle, but speaking to me like this seems a little… out of character for you, if that makes sense,” I told him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Just from the small amount of interaction I had from you, you’re clearly an intelligent young man,” I told him, his cheeks becoming a little red. “But your confidence is lacking. To make up for that, you overcompensate with a dour tone. I almost felt animosity coming from you in your questions, even though I know it’s not how you want to come across.”

“Wow… how did you get all of that?” Dipper asked.

I smiled. “I’ve been on this Earth for quite some time, dear. Most of the time, I can tell when someone isn’t being authentic.”

“Well… can I at least ask why you’re dating my grunkle?” Dipper asked.

I laughed. “Oh, that is hilarious,” I told him. “Hon, I’m not dating your great uncle. We’re just really good friends,” I told him. “If you ask him, he would say the same thing.”

Dipper breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. It’s still kinda questionable, but that’s a lot better.”

I smiled as Mabel came back in with a lean yet rotund pink pig with a cute nose and round cheeks. She said my name. “Meet Waddles!” she said, as Waddles let out a happy squeak.

I smiled. “What a cute little guy,” I said, slowly moving closer to him. “Hey Waddles.”

He sniffed my hand, and then nuzzled his head into my hand. I scratched just above his ears, and he was panting like a dog.

I think he enjoys it.

“Wow! He loves you already! How did you know his favorite scratching spot?” Mabel asked.

“Mabel, all over his body is his favorite scratching spot. He loves pets,” Dipper said.

“True, true,” Mabel said, sitting in front of me and next to her twin brother, crossing her legs. “Now then, where were we in our interview?”

“Actually… I want to take a different approach,” Dipper said, looking back at me.

Mabel turned her head curiously, looking at her brother. “Yeah? How?” she asked, looking back at me.

“Let’s get psychological,” Dipper said, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Hell yeah! Psychological warfare!” Mabel exclaimed as she pumped her fist in the air.

Suddenly, the door opened to the attic, and Stan was in the doorway. “Psychological warfare? Ya don’t gotta tell me twice!” he said, taking a seat on the bed next to his great nephew, looking at me.

I was starting to sweat a little bit. Hopefully, they didn’t see it.

“I guess the main thing I’m worried about is that… well… you and Great Uncle Ford seem so friendly. I’ve never seen him like that with a stranger,” Dipper told me.

“I am a stranger to you, but not to your great uncle,” I reminded him.

“And that’s fine and all, but… how long have you known him?” Dipper asked.

“It’ll be four months on our birthday. Or maybe the day before? I dunno, somewhere around there,” Stan chimed in.

Mabel gasped. “You’ve cracked our Grunkle Ford in four months?!” she asked incredulously.

“I wouldn’t put it that way…” I told her.

“Yeah,” Stan surprisingly agreed with me. “It was more like one week.”

Mabel stared at me, awestruck. “One week?!” she shrieked, making me jump a little.

I nodded bewilderedly. Mabel screamed as if she were fangirling. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh~!”

“Mabel, get a hold of yourself!” Stan said.

“But c’mon Grunkle Stan! She’s exactly what Grunkle Ford needs! Do you really want him to rot in his lab all day, with no companion?” Mabel asked him.

Stan rolled his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh brother.”

Mabel stood up and nearly lunged at me. I nearly jumped out of my seat. “But seriously! You need to teach me your secrets! If you were able to charm Grunkle Ford in a week, you’re on the same level as a succubus in terms of charm and seduction!” She exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow, deciding to play along with her. “Why does a young lady like you need to know about seduction?” I asked.

Mabel cleared her throat. “I am sixteen years old!” she boasted proudly, puffing her chest.

Dipper raised his index finger. “Almost seventeen,” he chimed in. “But Mabel, c’mon. Let us have at least a semi-serious conversation without you trying to make friends with her.”

Mabel turned around and blew a raspberry at her brother. “Boo! You’re so boring sometimes, Dipper!”

She sat back down next to her brother, and crossed her legs again.

“Now then, where were we…” Dipper trailed off.

“We were talkin’ about how long my brainiac brother and her knew each other,” Stan reminded him.

Dipper’s eyes lit up before he snapped his fingers. “Right!” His gaze zeroed in on me. “My point in asking that question was because Great Uncle Ford didn’t really begin to trust us until Mabel got that unicorn hair for him.”

I looked at the three of them quizzically. Unicorns are real? Or was this just the overactive imagination of teenagers?

“Kid, she’s from a normal town. Unicorns probably are a myth where she’s from,” Stan told Dipper.

I nodded. “Or so I thought… but after seeing some of the oddities Gravity Falls has to offer, I’d say I believe in the existence of unicorns,” I told them.

Mabel had a super serious face on. “Then believe me when I say that they are so condescending,” Mabel said.

Holy crap. I thought unicorns were supposed to be pure hearted or whatever? Now I’m hearing the opposite?

Nothing really is as it seems in Gravity Falls…

“Mabel, focus!” Dipper said in a tone of frustration.

Mabel shook her head. “Right! Sorry…” she said. “The point Dipper is trying to make is that it took Grunkle Ford so long for him to trust us that he’s shook that Grunkle Ford was so friendly to you within a week.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, did you mean shocked?” I asked.

Mabel shook her head. “Nope. Dipper was shook,” she doubled down on her grammatically incorrect statement.

That must be the slang the kids came up with these days. Now that I’m an adult myself, I understand how my grandmother felt when I used slang terms.

“While you’re right, Sister, you know that ‘shook’ has been out for a while. No one except you uses it anymore,” Dipper said.

“Oh, you’re just salty that I finally used it right!” Mabel said.

“Oh, does that mean he’s weird?” I asked.

Dipper looked at me like I had three heads, but Mabel gave me a gentle pat on my arm.

“That was a good guess,” she said, before returning to sit with her brother.

“That… wasn’t even close,” he said.

I scratched my cheek as I felt both of them become hot. “I guess I’m showing my age, then.”

“Actually, speaking of which, how old are you? You look pretty young for someone trying to go after our great uncle.”

“Oh my gosh, Dipper!” Mabel exclaimed. “You can’t just ask a woman how old she is! That’s rude!”

“Actually, I wanna know how old this vixen is. How old are you?” Stan asked me.

“Grunkle Stan~!” Mabel whined.

“Can it, Mabel! We need answers!”

“I’ll be twenty seven a week from today,” I told them.

“Shit, kid… you’re a lot younger than I thought,” Stan said.

“Wow, that’s… controversial,” Dipper added.

“What do you mean?”

Dipper shook his head. “The fact that you’re friends with my Grunkle, and he’s in his sixties…”

“That shouldn’t matter. But with that being said,” I started. “I understand that you just want to make sure your great uncle is being safe, and I totally understand that. I haven’t hurt him, nor do I intend on consciously hurting him.”

“Bah! Your words mean nothing! How the hell are we gonna trust ya?” Stan asked.

Mabel stood up again, and stepped forward. “I’ll be the judge of that!”

“Mabel, sweetie, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Stan said. “This is a strange woman that you, I, and your brother don’t know.”

“So let’s get to know her, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel said, determination in her voice. “If she’s so bad, you need to give me at least one reason why I shouldn’t hang out with her. If it's for a decent reason, then I’ll stop.”

“Well… uh… urm…” Stan stammered.

So why the hell doesn’t he like me?

“Then it’s settled!” Mabel turned to me, saying my name. “We’re going to be great friends! I can feel it!”

Seeing this vibrant young lady in front of me blazed in determination, I couldn’t help but smile. “Let’s be friends.”

“Yay! Friendship, friendship, friendship~”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too happy, pumpkin,” Stan said, standing up. “I’ll find a flaw in her, and when I do, you’re gonna know that I’m right.”

Mabel smiled. “Okay, Grunkle Stan,” she told him. As he walked to the door, he opened it, and Ford was standing there, looking indignant.

“Oh… well, uh, shit,” Stan said. “How long ya been there, Poindexter?”

“Long enough,” he seethed in a low tone. He pushed past his brother, and entered into the attic and went towards Mabel.

“Thank you for giving her a chance, my darling,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Mabel gave a half smile.

He then turned to Dipper. “Dipper, my boy. Come with me to my laboratory. You too,” he said my name. We both stood up, then went down to his lab. The way to get down to his lab was so cool. I marvel at it every time.

Using a vending machine to hide the entrance way was so innovative, inconspicuous and just overall ingenious.

And using symbols that aren’t seen in everyday life? Brilliant!

Once we descended to the deepest level, we got off of the elevator. Ford then turned around and placed his hands behind his back.

“Dipper… do you not trust my judgement?” Ford asked him, hurt palpable in his voice.

“Great Uncle Ford, what do you mean? Of course I do!” Dipper reassured him.

“You must not,” Ford said. “You, along with my brother, think that I am not able to detect a bad person when I see them.”

“Wha- are you talking about-”

Ford cut him off. “Yes, I am.”

“Great Uncle Ford, it was never my intention to make you feel like your judgement was off… even though you trusted Bill… but that’s in the past. Your judgement has been sharp since then!” Dipper tried to assuage him.

Who is Bill? What did he do? What happened?

I have a mountain of questions right now, and I don’t think I’m gonna have any of them answered in the near future.

“I don’t think you need to worry about that, my boy. She is a good person, and I was able to promptly pick up on that,” Ford clarified.

“But how do you know, Great Uncle Ford? How do you know that she is a good person?”

Ford was about to open his mouth, but I stepped in front of him, then turned to face Dipper.

“Dipper… I know you don’t trust me now…” I started. “But the only way you’ll know for sure is if you spend time with me. Your sister has already put her faith in me, and it would mean a lot to me if you could, too.”

Dipper studied my face, searching for a trace of insincerity. Upon finding none, he finally nodded.

“Fine. I’ll spend some time with you, like my sister will,” he finally spoke. “But if I find that you’re using him just like Bill… I will never forgive myself.”

I nodded determinedly at Dipper. “You can trust me, Dipper. You’ll see in time. More importantly, you can trust your great uncle.”

Dipper sighed. “Yeah, I hope that’s the case, that I can trust you,” Dipper said, defeated.

“Chin up, my boy,” Ford said. “You’ll see why I enjoy having her around. For now, you can find some snacks in the cupboard before Soos makes dinner.”

Dipper raised a bushy eyebrow. “Soos is cooking now? He always ate burrito bites and anything instantaneous.”

Ford smiled. “Fatherhood really had him step up his game. Not only as a husband, but as a grandson.”

“Wow, I gotta catch up with him for sure!” Dipper then turned to me, saying my name. “I-I’m sorry about earlier.”

I shook my head. “I understand, Dipper. You just wanted to protect your great uncle from someone strange.”

Dipper smiled. “You’re anything but,” he said. “See you both at dinner.”

We both waved to him before I turned to Ford. He just had a look of mixed emotions on his face, somewhere from sadness to relief to anger, to even looking apologetic.

“I deeply apologize for the onslaught you had to endure on behalf of my family. I hope they weren’t too unrelenting in their questioning.”

I shook my head. “I told you many times, Stanford, and I’ll tell you again,” I said. “I really don’t mind. In fact, I find it heartwarming.”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “Heartwarming?” he said. “How on Earth did you find that heartwarming?”

“It’s so blatantly clear that you have a family that loves you. So much so to the point where they would ruthlessly interrogate someone who they thought could be a potential threat to you. If that isn’t a strong familial love and bond, I don’t know what is,” I told him.

Ford scratched the back of his head. “I suppose you’re right.”

I smiled coyly. “Of course I’m right,” I told him smugly.

Ford chuckled. “You’re such a cheeky girl. I never expected you to have a sly side.”

His praise made my heart skip a beat.

I maintained my smile. “That’s some high praise coming from you.”

“Oh, my dear, you should be used to me praising you,” he said in a deep voice, making me feel all hot inside.

Ugh, why is this happening? Have I really been so lonely that this man is starting to ignite a flame inside of me?

It’s been extinguished for a while, actually. I’m surprised it’s starting back up again. If it’s even starting up at all. This basement does tend to get hot.

“Gracious, are you okay? Please, say something!” Ford asked, his hands on my shoulders.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Ford. I got lost in thought.”

Ford sighed a breath of relief, I smelt the coffee he normally drank on his breath. “Thank goodness. I was just telling you that dinner is ready, so we can go get some food to eat.”

I nodded. “I think I need something inside of me.”

Oh, fuck! That came out so wrong! I hope Ford didn’t pick up on that!

“You certainly do. Come, dear. Let’s go eat.”

I nodded before following him onto the elevator. In somewhat comfortable silence, we rode the elevator up to the first floor of the Mystery Shack, and we went into the dining room.

Soos was nowhere to be seen, but the young twins, Dipper and Mabel, were at the table, plus Stan. I decided to sit next to Ford, but as I was sitting down, Stan decided to voice his displeasure.

“Uh-uh. Stand up,” he said my name.

“Stanley! Enough!” Ford thundered. “This is becoming utterly ridiculous! Leave her be!”

Mabel and Dipper exchanged looks as Stan muttered something underneath his breath before Soos came back out. He had a joyful look on his face, which dropped once he saw the table.

“Hey dudes! …what happened?” He asked.

None of us cared to verbally answer him, so he just shrugged and sat down. Apparently, he had made enchiladas, which I strangely craved.

The dinner itself was awkward, but it wasn’t the worst one I sat through.

I thanked Soos for the dinner, and said my goodbyes to Dipper, Mabel and Stan.

Before I left, Mabel gave me her number. Just for me to give her some tips on how to become a succubus.

Goodness, that girl is a hoot.

Ford walked me back to my home, and once I arrived, I turned to him.

“Thanks for walking me back, again,” I told him.

Ford smiled. “It was the least I could do after you had to survive the onslaught,” he said as I laughed.

“I told you, it’s fine,” I said. “But if you want to spend time together… you know how to reach me.”

Ford maintained his smile. “That I do,” he said. “Goodnight, dear. Get some rest.”

“You too. Rest well.”

As I entered my home and closed the door, he began walking back. Even though I was somewhat joking the first time we met at the diner, I’m kinda glad he’s walking me back home. It makes me feel safe whenever he’s with me.

As I got ready for bed, and laid in it, I couldn’t fall asleep right away like I normally do. What was happening with my body, too?

I normally wasn’t so hot and bothered around him. His voice is naturally deep, but at that time…

Shit. I think he turned me on by accident. I think my flame has been reignited.

I need a cold shower.

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