#the similarities stop there for them though

[sunseed-fandump]

Jailhouse Rock

The kids make a new (and very questionable) friend.

AU: Bad Batch Word Count: 3,281

Well, it was official, this was the most awkward moment of Gingerbrave’s life.

The jail cell was a cramped little thing, definitely not something built with the idea of containing more than one prisoner, just like the jailhouse itself didn’t seem to be built with that many criminals in mind, as there was only one cell. He supposed it made sense that a small town in the middle of the desert wouldn’t expect too many criminals stopping by, let alone having the misfortune of all of them being caught at the same time. Yet here they were.

It wasn’t like they had wanted to get caught. This was actually one of the few times they had bothered to keep a low profile. They had stopped into town for supplies on their trip down the Pilgrim’s Path, and figured it would be best for their long journey to conserve their energy. Just get in, grab the stuff, toss the money on the counter, get out. Simple.

Then things got decidedly less simple when a couple of bounty hunters recognized the kids from their wanted posters. (When did those get printed? They looked so cool! Gingerbrave hoped he got to take one home to put up on his bedroom wall.) The scuffle resulted in a lot of property damage, Wizard getting a minor concussion, and all three kids getting hit with tranquilizer darts. Who the hell carries those around? Well, those guys, apparently.

An hour later found the trio waking up disoriented, disarmed, and awaiting transfer to the nearest Kingdom for processing. Oh, and they had a cellmate. A cellmate who seemingly hated their guts if the way she scowled at them from the other side of the tiny cell was any indication.

Resulting in the awkward stare-down that was currently happening. On his right, Wild Strawberry seemingly lost interest and started fidgeting with the drawstrings on her hood. Meanwhile to his left, Wizard had begun muttering something to himself. (A quick glance to the clock on the wall beyond the bars told Gingerbrave they probably had about an hour or two before Wizard started going off the deep-end due to withdrawal from his stupid staff. Gingerbrave couldn’t stand that parasite…)

Luckily, since he was undead, Gingerbrave didn’t have to blink, which meant he could literally stare at this weird angry lady all day if he wanted. He didn’t want to, though, so instead he tried to strike up a conversation.

“So, uh…” He scratched at the stitches on his neck. “What are you in for?”

The cookie’s scowl deepened. She was a spicy cookie if the red hair and strong scent was any indication. Her hair was done up in a ponytail and she had a scar on her forehead. She was dressed in the traditional black-and-white striped outfit one typically associated with criminals. Gingerbrave wondered, when the sheriff came back, if they would be expected to get changed into something similar.

At the cookie’s lack of a response and neither of his friends lending him a hand, Gingerbrave decided to keep talking.

“Right. Anyway, I’m Gingerbrave, and these are my friends Wizard and Wild Strawberry—“ He was cut off by the other cookie’s very clipped response.

“I know who you are.” She crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. It seemed that was all she felt like saying though as any attempt to talk to her earned the boy the cold shoulder.

Gingerbrave eventually figured she was a lost cause, and judging by Wizard starting to rock back and forth from where he was seated, he was beginning to head into the first stages. So it was time to get going.

“Alright, we’re gonna leave now.” Gingerbrave said with a shrug before getting up from his seat and heading over to the front of the cell. He pressed his face up against the bars to get a better view of the hallway. He could just barely make out the sheriff’s office at the end of the hall. No doubt, that’s probably where their stuff was. Judging by how quiet it was, the sheriff was still out doing whatever it was that sheriffs did, which meant Gingerbrave had to be quick.

The boy tested the bars. Solid as a rock and he had neglected to bring any of his stronger arms with him. Unfortunate, but he’d have to work with it.

“Hey, Wizard,” Gingerbrave looked over to the shorter boy, who seemed to briefly snap out of whatever daze he had slipped into. “If I can get you your staff, could you get us out of here?”

“Yes!” He replied way too quickly, before shaking his head and rubbing at his temples. The migraine must have been setting in. “Yes, get me my staff and I can teleport us.”

“Sounds like a plan!” And without any hesitation Gingerbrave grabbed at his forearm just under the stitches on his left elbow, and snapped it off.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” The spicy cookie jumped back, clearly startled; all the color had drained from her face in an instant. All the kids laughed a little at her expense. (Even Strawberry, with a barely restrained ‘pfft!’)

“It’s fine! See?” The severed hand waved at her like nothing was wrong. “Watch this!” He gently set it down to the floor where, with a bit of awkward finagling he got it balanced on its fingers like a spider. He walked his hand out of the cell, slipping it between the bars, and all the cookies watched as it scuttled down the hall towards the office. Gingerbrave scrunched up his face in concentration, leaning the stub of his left arm out of the cell as far as it could go to help keep his hand within range. His spirit could stretch pretty far, but not forever, and he wanted to make sure he had full reign of the office.

Okay, that felt like the office chair. There’s the desk. He poked around a little to the right and hit a wall so maybe if he…

“Does that hurt…?” The spicy cookie’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts briefly and the boy looked over his shoulder at her. Huh, that usually wasn’t the first reaction he got when severing his parts in front of new cookies. Usually it was fear, panic, and accusations of being a dough-eating monster, but this cookie’s initial surprise had melted into an emotion Gingerbrave wasn’t quite familiar with.

“Nah, they were made to come off.” Gingerbrave said with a shrug before turning his attention back to feeling around the distant room. What was that? A bookshelf? Maybe he should try a few paces to the left.

The spicy cookie gave him an assessing look before turning her attention to the other two, specifically Wizard who was looking a little more harrowed than usual. “Yo, shortstack, you good?”

Gingerbrave snorted at the nickname. Oh! That felt like a chest! Maybe their stuff was in there but… it was locked. Rats. Then again, maybe the staff couldn’t fit? Probably best to be thorough.

“I’ll be fine once Gingerbrave gets my staff back.” Wizard said with a harrumph and a mutter of “I’m not short…”

“What’s the hold up? Any longer and Wizard is gonna start getting all freaky.” Strawberry asked, to which Gingerbrave huffed.

“I’m trying!! This would’ve been a lot easier if I was awake when we were brought in. Wizard, tell your stupid staff to be less stupid—!”

‘BANG!’

A screech ripped itself out of Gingerbrave when pain shot through his hand. He flung himself back from the bars, hitting the opposite wall and clutching at his stubby arm as if it would stop the pain. He heard a few exclamations of surprise from the cookies around him along with a horrified scream from down the hall followed by two more gunshots that (thankfully) missed their mark.

The sheriff was back and he just shot Gingerbrave in the hand.

His hand scuttled wildly around the office, blindly bumping into everything in an attempt to get to some kind of cover. Wild Strawberry had gotten up and put a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“He shot me…!” Gingerbrave bit out between clenched teeth just as a few more shots rang out, one of them glancing the boy’s dough.

“Screw this.” The spicy cookie flung herself at the cell door and after a few moments it popped open…

Wait, what?

“You could’ve done that this whole time?!” Strawberry voiced what Gingerbrave was in too much pain to say.

“Shut up and move!” Replied the other cookie who sprung out of the cell and down the hall. Wizard was right on her heels, no doubt seeing the opportunity to get his staff and not at all caring about the actively shooting lawman. Wild Strawberry called out to him, cursed under her breath when she was ignored, then grabbed Gingerbrave and hauled him out of the cell to give chase.

They arrived just in time to watch the spicy cookie deliver a round-house kick to the sheriff’s face, sending him flying back and hitting his head on the corner of the bookshelf, knocking him out cold.

“How could a cookie that moves so slow become sheriff? Can’t believe I let myself get caught by this moron…” she tsked and checked his pockets.

“There you are!” Wizard exclaimed happily before flinging himself at his staff that was propped up in an umbrella stand for some weird reason. He scooped it up into his hands, the tension practically melted from his body as he felt the staff’s familiar magic settle once more within his dough. “That fool didn’t shoot you, did he…? No?” He sighed in relief.

Gingerbrave looked at the scene with a small frown, but held his tongue. Instead he focused on trying to find his hand. He experimentally tapped his fingers against the nearest hard surface and cringed at the pain blossoming from his fresh wounds.

Wild Strawberry Cookie got down on her knees and checked under the desk when she heard tapping, sure enough, there was Gingerbrave’s hand with a bullet wound in it. “Got it.” She pulled it out and held it up for her friend to take, who cradled it close to his chest. “I’ll get the extra icing stitches from my backpack and we can stitch everything up.”

“No time.” Wild Strawberry jumped when her backpack and lollipop were shoved into her arms by the spicy cookie. She had picked the sheriff’s pockets clean, gotten the keys to the chest in the corner, and cleaned that out too. She strapped a belt around her waste and clipped two daggers to her side. “All that ruckus is gonna have the whole town coming down on top of us. Pointy hat, if you got magic I suggest you start using it!”

“My name is Wizard–!” The small boy’s correction was cut off by the glass of the window shattering in front of him.

“GET DOWN!” She grabbed Gingerbrave and Strawberry and pulled them behind the desk. Wizard, who had been a bit further away, joined them shortly after just as a hail of bullets poured in through both windows and the open front door. “Unless you wanna have more holes than swiss cheese then I suggest you get us out of here!!”

Wizard growled, but instead of snapping at her, he focused on the vocal components of a well-practiced spell. A magic circle appeared beneath the group of cookies and in a flash they were gone. One moment they were hiding under a desk, the next they were on top of a bluff overlooking the town. The gunshots, once deafening, were nothing but an echo on the rocks at this distance.

The spicy cookie stumbled, not used to the sensation of being teleported around, caught herself, and then let out a huge ‘WOO!’

“Wow! What a day!” She exclaimed with a sigh of relief.

“Tell me about it…” Wild Strawberry muttered as she dug into her backpack and pulled out the icing stitches. “Yo, Gingerbrave, let’s get your arm back on.”

“Y-Yeah…” The other boy hissed, allowing himself to be guided over to a rock and took a seat.

“That was some nice quick-casting there, pointy hat!” The spicy cookie went to pat Wizard on the back, but paused. “Oh, right, I’m supposed to be mad at you guys…” She pondered this for a moment before shaking her head with a laugh and then patting him anyway. “Ah, but it’s hard to stay mad after such a fun jailbreak! Definitely one of my favorite ones yet!”

“Who even are you?” Wizard Cookie turned on her, giving her an absolutely baffled look as he adjusted his hat.

“And, uh, why are you mad at us?” Gingerbrave called over, trying to remain as still as possible while Strawberry worked. It wasn’t like they weren’t used to being scorned by most, if not all, of Crispia, but this strange cookie’s anger seemed rather out of left field. The spicy cookie reared back, as if offended by this line of questioning.

“You mean you guys don’t recognize me?! Seriously? And here I thought you were supposed to be big shots…” She reached into her pocket and produced a rolled up piece of paper which was quickly revealed to be a wanted poster that she unraveled with a proud flourish. “The name’s Chili Pepper Cookie and I’m the best thief in the world! There’s nothing on Earthbread I can’t steal.”

“Whoa! Look at that bounty!” Gingerbrave gasped at the sight of all the zeroes. “But… Uh… What does that have to do with being mad at us?”

“Because!” She rolled the paper back up and jabbed a finger at the trio. “Your collective bounties are higher than MINE! How am I supposed to go down in history if I’m being outclassed by a bunch of twerps?!”

Wizard Cookie sputtered indignantly at this revelation. Wild Strawberry stared at her, thoroughly unimpressed. Gingerbrave, however, burst into laughter.

“That’s what all of this was about!?” He cackled a few moments, clutching his aching gut, before settling down and saying breathily, “You’re a weird cookie. I like you!”

“If you want our bounties, you can have them! They’re what got us into trouble in the first place!” Wizard huffed.

Chili Pepper tilted her head, fixing them with a weird look. “Wait, you mean to tell me you aren’t in this for the infamy? Guess that’s why I haven’t seen you around the usual haunts rubbing your status in everyone's faces. You’re totally out of the loop!” She brightened, as if this revelation was both a massive relief and a big joke at the same time.

“Yeah we’re… not really interested in whatever weird crime competition this is.” Wild Strawberry Cookie shook her head as she finished up Gingerbrave’s stitches and stashed the spool into her bag. “If anything those bounties make reaching our goal harder…”

Chili Pepper Cookie looked at her as if she had grown a second head. “What could a group of kids like you want so badly you land bounties that put you in the criminal elite?”

“We’re going to steal the Soul Jam to free the world!” Gingerbrave proudly announced, jumping to his feet, he was already feeling a lot better now that his wounds were stitched up.

“A world without judgement!” Wizard added with a nod.

“And lawlessness…” Wild Strawberry muttered.

Chili Pepper Cookie gave the three children a thoughtful expression, putting a hand to her chin with a little ‘huh…’ before shooting a wide grin at the kids. “Well, I’m not sure about half of that, but I can definitely get behind the stealing and lawlessness parts! Are those Soul Jam things shiny?”

“They are incredibly powerful magical artifacts that have the capability of changing the world as we know it!” Wizard rattled off. When Chili Pepper gave him a blank look, he sighed and said, “And they’re shiny, yes.”

“Hey, I have an idea,” Gingerbrave cut in with a wide smile. “Chili Pepper Cookie, why don’t you come with us?” He got a mixed reaction of surprise and confusion from the cookies around him. Wizard Cookie and Wild Strawberry Cookie knew that Gingerbrave didn’t just extend offers like this to just anyone. He might have been the more chipper and outgoing of their group, but he didn’t trust others so easily. He must have really liked something Chili Pepper did or said to even think about such a proposal.

“You want me to come with you? Why?” Chili Pepper was just as confused as Gingerbrave’s friends. She couldn’t imagine them wanting her around after she gave them the silent treatment back in the jail cell.

“You seem fun.” Was Gingerbrave’s simple reply. “You helped us get out of that jail cell when you really didn’t have to. Plus, if you travel with us, I’m sure your bounty will sky rocket! And we could use the world’s greatest thief on our team!”

Chili Pepper Cookie seriously considered his proposal for a minute. When she had first heard about them and their rapid climbing of the leaderboard, she had thought they were nothing but a bunch of punk kids who wanted to be rowdy and cause trouble. Now she could see though, they had bigger plans than just topping the charts of the Underworld. She could appreciate such a large ambition.

Besides they didn’t seem to be jamthirsty monsters like all the rumors said they were. They were just… weird. The criminal underworld had plenty of downright monstrous folks who Chili Pepper tried not to associate with, but she could tell, these kids didn’t seem heartless. Mischievous, yes. Troubled? Absolutely. But not heartless.

“You know what?” Chili Pepper grinned. “I’ll think about it. But for right now, I got a job I need to finish.”

“A job?” Wild Strawberry asked just as Chili Pepper turned to walk towards the cliff that overlooked the town.

“Yeah? Do you think the greatest thief in the world would screw up and get arrested in a nothing town like this?” She gestured to the settlement below. “I let myself get caught! The train they were gonna put us on has a massive safe full of gems. I was gonna bust out of my cuffs mid-transfer and clean it out! But now I guess I gotta do it the good old fashioned way…”

Gingerbrave once again laughed, giving Chili Pepper a sharp grin. “Well, if you decide you wanna join up, head to the Bear Jelly Village in the Land of Little Big Dreams! There’s a cookie there who’ll point you in the right direction.” With that he raised a hand in farewell. “Good luck, Chili Pepper Cookie!”

Chili Pepper gave the kids a mock salute. “See you around, stitches! Make sure you stay out of any more jail cells, punks!” With that she jumped over the side as nimble as an acrobat, and out of sight.

“Well, that was certainly… interesting.” Wizard sighed, before clutching his stomach. “But we failed to get any supplies, and teleporting us this far has made me famished…”

“Right… I forgot about that…” Gingerbrave’s brow furrowed. Should they try heading back into town and risking getting arrested again? Did they push forward and hoped they reach the next town before they starved? He didn’t really know much about hunting or foraging, but he doubted they’d be able to sustain themselves with much in this sugar-free wasteland.

“Hey, look!” Wild Strawberry pointed further up the main road where the kids could see a huge cloud of dust being kicked up. “I think that’s a caravan.”

All three kids stared at it for a long moment.

“Welp!” Gingerbrave clapped his hands together. “Fellas, it’s time to commit robbery!”

“YEAH!!” Strawberry and Wizard raised their respective weapons into the air, excited at the prospect of getting some food in their stomachs. With that, the trio ran off to intercept those travelers.

From the bottom of the cliff, Chili Pepper watched the kids disappear. She lingered for a moment, deep in thought…

‘CHOO CHOOOOOOO!’

The thief turned on her heel and raced towards the tracks. Their paths would cross again someday, but for now, she has a train to catch.

[harunayuuka2060]

WHB Not A Descendant (Cont.)

MC: ...

MC: What's this place?

Beleth: This is the Middle Realm, where all fallen angels have gathered, and are still hoping to enter heaven someday.

MC: ...

MC: Y'know, they should change its name to 'Delulu land'.

Beleth: ...

Beleth: Anyway, ya need to convince the angels here to stop with the attacks. Ya think you can do that?

MC: I don't know. I'm not a diplomat.

Beleth: ...

Lucifer: *looks angry*

MC: *kneeling in front of him, but doesn't seem apologetic*

Lucifer: Do you have any idea what you've done?

MC: No.

Lucifer: ...

Beleth: Uh... Your Majesty Lucifer... I think it was all an accident—

Lucifer: I am not talking to you, Beleth.

Beleth: ...

MC: *had caused the place to explode; fortunately, the angels managed to escape*

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: Surely, you must've done something.

MC: ...

MC: I found a sphere and pierced it with a needle.

Lucifer: That was the core...

Lucifer: And why would you do that?

MC: ...

MC: Intrusive thoughts?

Lucifer: ...

Michael: I heard you destroyed the fake heaven. I wouldn’t celebrate it, but I’m glad you did.

MC: Wow, you really are a jerk.

Michael: ...

Michael: Anyway, what brings you here?

Gabriel and Raphael: *listening*

MC: Hmm...

MC: Well, I'm here to ask if you know how to build a place similar to heaven.

Michael: Excuse me?

MC: What materials do I need, and where can I get them?

Michael: *feels insulted*

Raphael: Only angels can attempt to recreate heaven.

Gabriel: But none can make it as perfect as the real one.

MC: Who cares? I'm not aiming for that anyway.

Gabriel: Heh, are you planning to build one to give those pathetic angels shelter?

MC: If they're nice, maybe?

Raphael: *chuckles* You can't expect that from them.

Lucifer: ...

The angels from Middle Realm: ...

MC: ...

MC: Huh?

Lucifer: They are here to help you with the construction.

MC: ...

MC: Are they not gonna try to kill me?

Lucifer: They promised not to, even after it's finished.

MC: That could be a lie though.

One of the angels: We, in the Middle Realm, act as heaven dictates.

MC: You literally broke the heaven's law.

The angels: ...

Lucifer: MC.

MC: Yeah, sure. I'll cooperate. Whatever.

[wosokisses]

Maybe Home Isn’t Far Away At All (Aitana Bonmatí x Lioness!Reader)

Part Two - Team Bonding and Confessions // Series Masterlist

Warnings/Notes: None.

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You spent the first week of living with Ona getting into a routine and readying yourself to officially join the club. Living with Ona was nice, comfortable even, she was welcoming and friendly to the point you wanted for nothing.

You’d fully settled with Ona now, slipping easily into a routine together. The two of you had become inseparable, always hanging out together. To the point you two could be cuddled up watching tv and she’d be on face time to lucy. You had become an eternal third wheel to their relationship, though you didn’t mind they were cute after all.

As the end of the week began approaching, Ona had come to you telling you her house was being chosen for the Barca groups team bonding before the season started up again. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you had always prepped yourself to meet them on your first day. Not in your own home days before.

When the night eventually rolled around Ona had reassured you, they’d love you, commenting you already knew Keira but the wincing when she remembered the tension between the two of you right now. You let out a shaky breath assuring her it was fine, but she wasn’t stupid she could tell it wasn’t.

Before she could speak up again, the doorbell rang and a chorus of loud voiced down the hall after she opened the door. You took a deep breath to steady yourself smiling somewhat forcefully as introductions began to fly. Then everything stopped, like time froze the second you saw her.

“Hola!” she greeted, her voice welcoming and warm though a soft flush was settling on her cheeks matching your own as you locked eyes.     

The rest of the night went in a similar fashion, the two of you blushing and stumbling over shy words to each other. It was Obvious to everyone what was happening, and they thought it was hilarious. Half of them wanting to meddle and get you together and the other half more than amused watching the two of you figure it all out.

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The following week was your first at the training grounds, and you were full of nerves and excitement. Ona drove you both there and you where immediately dragged into the group of the girls, all of them eagerly chatting away and welcoming you as you got changed into your training gear. What you didn’t see was the way Aitana was staring at you the whole time, psyching herself up to come over to talk to you again. Despite having been thinking of you since the team bonding night, she couldn’t think of a thing to say to you that wasn’t embarrassing.

Meanwhile, you sat with Mapi, Ingrid and Ona laughing and joking, making up a plan to go for the four of you to go out to eat. Ona pointing out that she’d be less of a third wheel if you came too this time.

Overhearing that Aitana couldn’t help but to smile, knowing you were single gave her a little more confidence to come over and talk to you. But not now, not today she would have to spend today thinking about what to say that wouldn’t sound incredibly cheesy.

You were more occupied making friends with these people, knowing first hand how well it goes if the new teammate spends the first week making bonds and getting to know their teammates. So far you had spent time with most of the team bar Keira, Aitana and Alexia. You had been avoiding Keira for obvious reasons, she was close with Leah and had been icy since the changing room incident. Plus, Lucy had told you Keira was being a little off, having got the information from Ona before you moved over.

Aitana, well you were worried if you went over to talk to her, you’d freeze up or be a stuttering mess. You were just so thankful for the alcohol present at the team bonding that allowed you to get through the interactions with her without making a total idiot out of yourself and you could blame the blush on the alcohol.

As for Alexia, she was honestly quite intimidating. She had been friendly enough at the team bonding night, from the small interactions you had. But to talk to her one on one? Terrifying. You knew you needed to, after all pissing of your captain by avoiding her was not the ideal first impression so you came up with a plan. You asked her if she could help you practice, and she happily agreed partnering up with you and kicking the ball back and forth as you talked.

“Ona told me,” she starts as she shoots the ball towards you, “About what happened with your old team… I’m sorry” she nods apologetically towards you kicking the ball back as you send it rolling to her.

“Don’t be” you shake your head chuckling though there is no humour in it, “It’s not like it your fault” you look down focusing on the ball sadly.

She seems to get the hint then that this is not something your exactly ready to talk about right now. So, she changes the subject a sly smirk gracing her features. “So, when are you and Tana going to ask each other out already? Huh?”

A shocked yelp escapes you and you almost miss the ball, kicking it back a little too hard as you deny it, but she doesn’t believe you not one bit. No, she simply chuckles at your panicked state as you ramble out excuses.

“N-no I don’t- What!? I mean- Of course I Like her she’s nice! And pretty and she makes me feel all weird but that doesn't mean-“ you pause mid-sentence, eyes narrowing as you see Alexia struggling not to laugh and the lack of the ball being passed. You deadpan with a heavy sigh and speak up, “She’s behind me isn’t she….” You huff shooting her a disapproving look as she finally lets out a laugh.

Turning around you come face to face with a blushing Aitana. “I was coming over to ask you to dinner but I feel like I already know the answer now” she jokes and you’re bright red now and u let out a squeaky “I’d love to” your embarrassment heavily evident and spurred on by Alexia’s howling laughter and Aitana’s failure to hide her own amusement.

You clear your throat and huff, “I would love to” you speak up, a lot more determined this time, and she smiles softly at you. Internally cooing at how cute you are, and she nods, leaning in to kiss your cheek telling you she’ll text you the details.

You now stud there wide eyed and flushed cheeked, hand coming up to touch the cheek she just kissed. Alexia chuckles as she walks over to you and slaps her hand on your back, “C’mon lover girl lets get back to work.”

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A/N: Little shorter than part one because i had the biggest writers block for this haha

[thekitsunesiren]

Dc x DP #52

Danny knew that he managed to stop the future with Dan, but he couldn't help but fear the worst. That just because he avoided it once, it wasn't the end of it. What if he came back? What if? What if?

Danny knew that he had to do something-anything-as not to end up like Dan. Well, Dan happened due to many things, but there was much violence and fighting after his parents deaths. So what if Danny slowed down on the fighting and started healing? It wasn't bound to work, but it was a start.

Jazz was excited about his revelation, excited about the potential of them both becoming doctors in some form. Maybe they could even work together! She of course warned him that if he wanted to become a doctor, he would to have work on his grades. Medical school would take a lot of time. And if he was still interested in the stars and technology, engineering would be a good minor or double major. She was sure NASA had a medical team or something similar.

His parents were more than thrilled that both of their children wanted to be doctors in their own rights, even if not ectobiologists like them. Though, they don't know the real reason for Danny's change of heart, they are excited for him nonetheless.

His friends were more than accepting about this career path, knowing how much the fear of Dan returning haunted Danny ever since the incident. Word got to the ghost zone and Ember, Kitty and Johnny have been calling him "Doc" everytime he popped up. Many of the other ghosts who heard the news congratulated him on his decision and praised that healing was a wonderful profession. The most excited about this news was Frostbite. He knew that the Chief of the Far Frozen would be excited about his idea. Which hit Danny with another thought: why didn't he learn about ghost biology and healing too? It would help him learn more about his ghost biology as he grew and adapt. Who knows, maybe the people of the Infinite Realms would like their new ruler as well.

It didn't take much when it came to convince Frostbite to teach him the art of healing. The leader was ecstatic that he wanted to be taught, even. Though he warned that it would be a long and difficult journey, seeing that was a completely different race he was going to be tending to. And each ghost had their own differences. Whether their cores, their biology, or how their obsessions affected them as a whole. He also had to learn the differences between the ghosts who arrived to the Infinite Realms and those who were born from it and how to treat them. Since he himself was a new anomaly for the Infinite Realms, he was both often a subject and a patient for himself and other healers in the Far Frozen. But it interesting getting both view points. It even helped him more when he was

With his skills, Danny was able to go to Gotham with the plans of majoring with a medical degree and perhaps the minor in engineering as to his sisters suggestion. And with so many people cheering him on, it made all the studying and endless hours worth it.

As he studied, Danny was excited to learn more and put his practices to good use. And he believed he found the perfect person to take as his first patient: this Red Hood guy who seemed to be full of rotten ectoplasm.

[belu-4]

Putellas Jr. Headcanons.

Couple: Mapi León x Putellas!Reader

(Reader will be called Alondra )

Au!Omegaverse. Alpha x Alpha

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: None, just that English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

Enjoy~

PERSONAL LIFE. FRIENDSHIPS, FAMILY.

Alondra Putellas Segura (1999) is an alpha.

Her name was chosen by her father.

Younger sister of Alexia Putellas (1994) and Alba Putellas (1997).

When Alondra grew up she had problems with her scent glands because they did not develop correctly, which ended up affecting her scent. She has a sweeter scent, an aroma not characteristic of an alpha and characteristic of an omega, which is why she was often mistaken for one.

Her scent is sweet, warm, with a touch of vanilla and soft wood.

She followed in the footsteps of her older sister and became a professional soccer player.

She is good at learning languages. The longest it has taken her to learn a new language was 6-7 months.

“My mission in life is to annoy Alexia, to make her feel alive”

She has her group of friends outside the world of football. Matthew and Danielle are Omegas, Jackson and Eric are Alphas. Also Jackson and Danielle are siblings.

She shares tattoos with her sisters.

Alondra is a hyperactive person, she can’t stay still and some people on the staff suspect she has an attention deficit.

When she is nervous, she plays with her ring or the lace of her shorts.

She is a friend of Kerstin Casparij (she has a very similar personality), Jill Roord and Viv miedema. As a joke, they said that Alondra was Dutch in another life.

Even though she is no longer a Young Alpha, she is still treated like a puppy by Alexia, Irene, Kim, Marta and Jenni.

She is the queen of practical jokes in the locker room. No one is safe, not even Alexia or the coaches.

She has the most chaotic relationship with Alba. They love each other, but they can also argue over the silliest thing and the next minute be cuddling on the couch.

She likes to annoy Lucy and if it were an Olympic sport, Alondra would have already won the Gold medal.

She can fall asleep anywhere. On the bus, in the locker room, on the plane and in any uncomfortable place you can imagine.

Her playlist is absolute chaos. You can find everything from reggaeton to alternative rock and the occasional ABBA song.

She always has gum in her backpack.

She prefers WhatsApp audios to text messages because she's too lazy to write.

She's always the last to leave the locker room because she'll keep talking or bothering someone.

She's the typical one who comes in with the music at full volume without headphones, forcing everyone to listen to her chaotic playlist.

She's the only one who can annoy Alexia without serious consequences. Anyone else tries and gets the death stare.

Alba, Olga and her have a WhatsApp chat just to complain about Alexia when she goes into 'intense older sister' mode.

When she's with her mom, she automatically becomes calmer and sweeter. It's like her chaos off button.

When she was younger and Alexia was dating, she interrupted in the most annoying way possible.

At Christmas, she's always the one in charge of making the funniest (and sometimes ridiculous) gifts.

She's the one who sends memes at any time of the day without context.

When she gets obsessed with a series, she won't stop until she's watched it all in a couple of days.

She likes to play video games, but only sports or racing ones because she doesn't have the patience for history ones.

If she finds something she likes (a dessert, a song, a restaurant), she'll repeat it until she's tired.

If she's bored, she starts throwing things in the air just to see if she can catch them with her feet or head.

She wears her sweatpants really low just to piss Alexia off.

She has an obsession with rings and always wears at least one.

She sometimes paints her nails black or dark colors, but she bites them when she's nervous.

Sarcasm is her second language, and she even uses it in interviews.

She talks a mile a minute when she's excited and the only one who can stop her is Alexia with a "Alondra, breathe."

Alexia still can't get over her going out with Mapi, every time she sees them together she makes a face of "how did this happen."

When she comes home, she hangs on to Alexia as if she were still a puppy.

Every time she visits home, Alba and Alexia check her new tattoos to see if they're "suitable" after having joked that the next tattoo she would get would be something related to Real Madrid (she would never be able to get a tattoo about RM) (She hates RM with all her soul).

In her teens, when her hormones were at their peak, she suffered from not being able to impose her presence with her scent like the other Alphas. So she developed a confident and defiant body language to compensate.

Although she doesn't have a strong scent, her Alpha instincts are still there. She is extremely protective of her own, but she masks it with pranks and chaos.

With Alba, she is the typical Alpha sister who teases her younger Omega, but if someone treats her badly, she lets out a low growl that makes anyone back off

With her mother, her bark or Alpha disappears. The only person in the world who can make her sit and eat quietly without a fight.

She is clingy with the people she loves. If she is confident with someone, she will hug them by the neck or lean on you without giving you a choice.

Nothing like the typical Alpha. This makes some Omegas feel comfortable with her immediately, without noticing her dominant presence.

Many Alphas tried to mark her unconsciously because her scent awakened protective instincts in them. The habit did not last long after Alondra brushed them off with a challenging look.

Growing up as an Alpha but with a scent that did not match caused her many doubts in her adolescence. She did not feel completely Alpha or completely Omega.

The media and some fans have been speculating for years about her dynamic as an Alpha. Many believe that she is an Omega who identifies as an Alpha. Alondra does not care.

Alondra's dick size varies between 19 to 23 centimeters, while Mapi's varies between 17 to 20 centimeters.

PROFESSIONAL LIFE.

She studied and started playing at La Masia as a forward, where in 2015 she had the opportunity to move up to the first team and debut alongside her sister in the same team.

In 2016 Arsenal set their sights on her and decided to sign her, there was a conflict between Barcelona and Arsenal, since the first team did not want to lose Alondra completely and Arsenal did not want to accept her on loan. Finally, an agreement was reached and Alondra left as a new signing for Arsenal.

In 2019, Alondra was close to winning a Ballon d'Or, finishing in second place.

Number 11 in the first years at Arsenal. First season in Barcelona, ​​she wears number 18 and after Lucy's departure, she takes over number 15.

Arsenal: 2016-2017 to 2021-2022.

Barcelona: 2022-2023 to the present.

Alondra was part of the Spanish senior team between 2018-2022, being part of the 15 movement.

Getting to know the English team in her first year playing in London and in the first international break, thanks to Leah and Chloe who introduced her at a camp. (Alondra did not want to return to Spain and preferred to stay in London as she had a silly argument with Alba and pride was stronger).

Then very close to all the other English girls.

When she gets angry in games she usually shouts rude things in Catalan, or when she wants to bother in the locker room.

Yellow card duo with Katie McCabe.

In 2022 she decided to leave Arsenal and return to Barcelona. They are the only teams she has played for. The reasons for leaving were due to internal problems she had at the club.

CHELSEA'S HATER N°1

Who gives the most content on social media (team and personal)

At Arsenal, she and Katie McCabe had an unofficial competition of who could receive the most yellow cards without being sent off.

Leah and Chloe consider her their ‘Spanish troublemaker’ and take her everywhere when she is in London.

In the national team, Jenni Hermoso was her ally in mischief.

She always wears the same cleats when she plays an important match. She is superstitious about it.

Has a friendly rivalry with Patri Guijarro at Barça. They are always competing in training.

The terror of the alphas of other teams because she never stops provoking on the pitch.

Can turn anything into a challenge, from who gets to the locker room first to who hits the crossbar the most times.

Always has energy to spare, she is the typical one who wants to keep running in training when everyone is dead.

She is the terror of the medical staff, because she hates staying still when she is injured. Since her scent is not typical of an Alpha, she sometimes confuses others about her rank. This has been a problem on the court, where some rival Alphas underestimate her…

She grew up with a certain complex about her scent, especially when she was younger and other Alphas looked at her strangely for not smelling "correctly." But over time she learned to use it to her advantage, especially in provocations.

With the Omegas on her team she has a very marked relationship: she bothers them all the time, but if someone makes them feel uncomfortable, she completely changes and becomes threatening.

She does not mark everyone with bites, but she leaves "her mark" in other ways: hugs with a lot of physical contact, rubbing her head against her teammates' or biting their wrist when celebrating a goal.

In important games, her Alpha instinct is triggered. She plays more aggressively and her team uses her as a "territory marker."

If a rival Alpha tries to intimidate an Omega on her team, she is the first to intervene. Especially if it's Patri or one of her Omega friends.

In the locker room, she lays on top of her fellow Omegas without warning. "So they smell like the pack," she says.

She doesn't like being seen as a "weak" Alpha because of her scent, so she's one of the first to jump into verbal fights with rival Alphas.

Her scent may be sweeter, but when someone irritates her, it becomes stronger. In a match against Chelsea, her scent changed so much that Leah asked her if she was okay.

Some Alphas taunted her by saying that her scent made her "less Alpha." Katie McCabe was one of the few who told her to her face that "a real Alpha doesn't need a strong scent to get noticed." From that moment on, they became inseparable.

When she arrived at Barça, Patri and Aitana also doubted her Alpha presence... until they saw her play. Now Patri calls her "the infiltrated Alpha."

In the locker room, she sits between the Omegas because she likes the warmth of her presence. At Arsenal, her place was always between Leah and Viv.

On the national team, Irene Paredes spent half of the training camp reminding the others that, despite her deceptive scent, Alondra was an Alpha.

When she is upset or in the middle of a competition, her scent changes and becomes more spicy, with a slight hint of clove. It is the only time she imposes herself as a traditional Alpha.

In the locker room, she was often asked to calm panicked Omegas because her scent calmed them more than that of the other Alphas.

She always felt that she had to prove more than any other Alpha to be recognized as such. In every match, she played as if she had something to prove.

At Arsenal, some new Alphas doubted her presence until they saw her train. One time, a new Alpha commented that Alondra “looked like an Omega with too much energy.” Kim Little replied: “Tell her that on the pitch and see if you still think the same.”

Despite her soft scent, her Alpha instinct is immediately activated when she senses danger for her pack. If an Omega on her team is attacked on the pitch, Alondra is the first to arrive with a defiant smile and her body ready to defend.

Although she is an Alpha, in the Arsenal pack she would often curl up between Leah and Viv, as if she were another Omega.

RELATIONSHIP WITH MAPI.

They started dating Mapi in 2018.

When Alexia found out she wanted to hang Maria.

Designed some of Mapi's tattoos, but she has also suggested some absurd ones just to annoy her.

Shares a tattoo with Mapi. (Looks can be deceiving)

She has a list of tattoos she wants to get but can't decide because Mapi always convinces her to wait.

She doesn't obsess over couple marks like other Alphas, but she does obsess over couple scents. Mapi always ends up smelling like her because Alondra hugs her by the neck and hides her against her chest after games.

She knows that her bite isn't as strong as other Alphas, which made her insecure at first. She thought she'd never be able to properly mark her mate. But Mapi reassured her by telling her that, if she wanted to, she'd bite her until the venom was gone.

When Mapi is in heat, Alondra doesn't leave her alone for a second. If anyone gets too close to her, even her own teammates, her inner Alpha wakes up and automatically growls.

At first, she was afraid that she wasn't "Alpha enough" for Mapi. But Mapi took it upon herself to show her that it didn't matter.

Mapi sometimes bites her just for fun, but when Alondra does it, she does it with intent.

Mapi loves to see her in her clothes, especially her old t-shirts. It's her way of "marking" her without needing a bite.

One time, Alexia found them cuddling after a game, and her Alpha got so activated that she was in a bad mood all day.

When she first met Mapi, she thought she would be one of those who wouldn't take her seriously as an alpha. But Mapi sniffed her once, smiled, and said, "You're different. I like it." From then on, Alondra knew Mapi was her person.

Mapi loves her scent. She says it's "gently addictive," especially after workouts, when sweat intensifies it.

When they sleep together, Mapi clings to her shirt or collar, as if Alondra's scent relaxes her.

Sometimes when Mapi is in heat, Alondra feels like her Alpha instinct isn't enough. But Mapi always reassures her with a look, reminding her that it's not the scent that defines her, but who she is.

When Alondra is in heat, Mapi becomes much more territorial than usual. She's not aggressive, but her body language changes completely: she stays close, with her hand on Alondra's back or an arm over her shoulder. Her scent also intensifies and becomes thicker, like a silent warning.

Although she is not the type of Alpha who seeks to mark all the time, with Alondra, it is different. She does not mind if another Alpha approaches her partner, but she always makes it clear who owns the territory. She loves that Alondra smells her after training.

First I want to give credit to @insomniakisses who gave me the idea to do this and helped me with many things

[mechncheese]

Answering some AU related asks in this post so I don't flood your feed ! I wanna draw some of these so those will be included in a separate post later on !

Jetfire, Ratchet, Wheeljack and Perceptor are on an Optimus assigned mission so that's why/how they're working together !

Prowl and Brainstorm join them later ! Prowl broke Brainstorm out of prison as a really terrible backup plan after the Jetfire's team gets compromised (full context for the AU's locations can be read here) but in summary, Luna 2, where the team was originally working, was raided by Decepticons. This forced Jetfire's team to jump through the Spacebridge to an unknown location.

Brainstorm and Prowl with the help of others storm Luna 2 and hijacks the Spacebridge so Brainstorm and Prowl can get to Jetfire's team. They only buy enough time for a one way trip so now Brainstorm and Prowl are stuck with the Science Team.

As a pitbull owner, this made me chuckle, I imagine he kinda acts like one too. His whale eye of judgement and him having absolutely no sense of personal space and getting into everyone's business. Sometimes he can look incredibly sad and pathetic. Who want him?

Honestly, he's probably considered it and then went "no, no bad Skyfire ! that's an awful thought !"

HONESTLY REAL, Jetfire would be the designated chef, I imagine he cooks in big ass portions because he eats a lot. Ratchet is the second designated chef of the science team, Perceptor mixed up the salt and sugar and fucked up the soup. Prowl only cooked enough food for himself.

First Aid is like ratatouille while Red Alert would overcook all his food out of fear.

Wheeljack and Brainstorm cook the worst meal ever, forced to be removed from the kitchen. Brainstorm probably steals a bite from everyone's food though just because "it tastes better when it's from your plate"

Thank you ! Brainstorm's wings get in the way of Everyone and Everything and he's probably ruined countless of Percy's (and everyone else's) carefully put together experiments. I think he has similar energy to when someone with a long ponytail turns around and accidentally whacks you in the face but on a much more painful scale.

In no particular order and mostly with the Science Team;

Staying up the longest without recharge

One sided racing with Jetfire, whether it be to the other side of the room, lounging area, kitchen, outside, doesn't matter he just needs to get there first (Jetfire chooses not to acknowledge this)

Engex drinking (He's actually an incredibly lightweight drinker, and the quickest to knock out out of the scientists but that won't stop him from trying)

Getting his lab reports done fastest

He keeps trying to challenge Perceptor in a game of scrabble and keeps losing

anything, and I mean ANYTHING in regards to Brainstorm, he will try his hardest to one up that guy

Wheeljack does not fuck around during group game night

Secretly playing a game of "lets see how many times I can lap everyone around the Science Base"

Glaring contest with Ratchet, whoever looks away first loses (also one sided, Ratchet's lost in thought)

"Do you dare me to do this thing?" "no" "ok im doing it"

Ratchet likes to nap, he's a big fan of getting rest and he definitely needs it, he probably snores like crazy tho. Wheeljack likes to drive long distances, doesn't need a location or anything he just likes driving around. Jetfire likes to read and journal his thoughts, his only way to cope and vent around here </3. Perceptor likes word puzzles, crosswords, word search, etc, he would be a HUGE wordle fan.

They have game nights together, mostly board games.

Brainstorm has never heard of the term “relax” in his life but he does like to push other bot’s buttons for fun. He wants to know what makes them tick. Prowl has never heard of the term “fun” in his life but he does like to sit in solitude and darkness in the quiet away from everyone.

The adding height to his wings bit is really funny omg

But nah, Wheeljack’s not really self conscious about his height. He prefers it over being Jetfire’s height. At least Wheeljack can fit through most doorways.

BAHAHA, where there's Prowl there’s Brainstorm and vice versa. Honestly I’m not sure which guy the Science Team fears more.

I'm sure that when they see Prowl around, they just look around the room for Brainstorm like they've just lost sight of a spider they've been keeping an eye on.

[magusverse-tsotsc]

These are beautiful Kao!! Thank you so much for drawing them!! Each one of them really showcase Sunny's interactions with Magusverse monsters QwQ) <333 Except Magus!Gerson, they haven't actually met, but I'm convinced it's going to be disastrous because why not?

Lengthy babbles under cut xD

Nacio is out here looking jealous because Sunny wanted to dance with Baron lmao. I don't blame him, Sunny is precious and beautiful, who wouldn't want to dance with him? Probably Firiel and Seer. Sunny, pls stop trying to hit on every Toriel, your life is too precious. 😂 Speaking of life being precious, I love the dynamic between Malice and Sunny. They are 👌👌👌completely hating each other to death and would definitely try to unalive each other on the spot (Malice 100% would do that). They should get along and tolerate each other like how Warden does with Sunny (not, Warden also hates Sunny, help, why all the "dad" characters wanted to off him, he's precious). I'm gonna look forward to Gerson and Sunny interacting in the future, though, one day. >w>) And there's Grimm, best boy, a bit unhinged, a lot of problematic, good friends material (also not). Sunny is always so nice with him even though he gets jealous with Grimm's one sided friendship with Breaker 🤣 pls Sunny, Grimm doesn't have friends like that. Magus and Sunny are so wholesome together, too. QvQ Father and son of similar age(?) dynamic is wild with them. XD I should get them to interact more. 🥹

I could write a novel about how much I love each one of them, but I'm never good with words. 😭 Thank you again, Kao. I'm thinking about making mini interaction doodles with them eventually. QwQ)9 ✨️

Ree made a bunch of Magusverse outfits for Sunny, so I needed to draw him hanging out with Magusverse people wearing them! They're so pretty 😭 💗

Magusverse: @magusverse-tsotsc @magusverse-worldbuilding

[moon-ttokki-x]

Hi ttokki!! I love the way you write the members being soft and caring for reader :) wanted to request 9th member where she is similar age to chan, so noona to most of the guys, being maybe like his second in command in caring for everyone, cooking, teaching choreo and stuff. Where they realise she's not been taking good care of herself for a while, like skipping meals or sleep bc she feels responsible like she doesnt deserve it. Just soft and gently, you are so skilled at that

hiyo~ thank you sm, love. i liked this request, i tend to do the same for people around me and it's easy to forget yourself sometimes >< hope this hits the spot . . .

rest easy - ot8!skz x exhausted!reader

pairing: ot8!skz x exhausted noona!reader

summary: taking care of skz can be a lot of work, but you tend to forget yourself in the process...

genre: lil bit angsty, idol!au, tired minho with a headache, overexcited skz (what's new), mentions of skipping meals, slight mention of blood (a small injury), mentions of overwork, fatigue, and exhaustion, mentions of food and eating, sulky maknaes, slight allude to reader x chan

a/n: reader pretty much replaces minho for the role of skz mom (sorry min), divider by @kodaswrld

skz masterlist

"Jisung, take that out of your mouth- Seungmin, no, don't give it back to him... You two, stop fighting-"

You smile and lean your head on your hand, watch Chan attempt to wrangle the members, most of which have had far too much sugar to be at a controllable level. You're sitting at the hotel table, and most of the other members are messing about in the lounge area. Everyone but for Minho, who went to lie down earlier, complaining of a headache.

Speaking of, you should probably go check on him.

Getting up and putting your empty glass in the sink, you make your way past the group and down the hallway of bedrooms, entering the second-left door. You're greeted with darkness and a faint groan from within the heap of rumpled sheets on the bed.

"Minho?" You call softly, pulling the door half-shut so as not to disturb him with the hallway light. You walk up to the bed, quiet as a mouse. "How are you feeling?"

He just groans in response as you gently pull back the sheets, checking his temperature just in case he's fallen ill. "Noona..."

"Shh," you quiet him gently, soothing. "Does it hurt much?"

He shakes his head, his hair splayed against the pillow. Likely he's just tired from the day's events. You sit on the end of the bed and stroke his hair for a while, lulling him to sleep. He's already had medicine, and you kiss his forehead gently before getting up to leave.

Shutting the door, you're met with Jeongin and Seungmin, who cling to either one of your arms, sulking. You chuckle and sit down on the lounge couch, both of them burying their faces in your neck.

"What's wrong, you two?" You ask, ruffling Seungmin's hair.

"Chan-hyung told us off," Jeongin whines.

You mock-frown at the leader, who is standing in baggy black clothes, a disapproving expression on his face. He face-palms and you stick your tongue out at him. He scoffs, though you can detect a hint of affection behind it, and claps his hands.

"Alright, you drama kings. Bed."

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"Hyunjin, take it easy," you say, concerned as he runs through the choreo for a fifth time. "Take a break."

He seems to not have heard, because he keeps dancing with even greater fervour. Sighing, you take his ear and drag him to the side, ignoring his protests. Tossing him a towel and giving him a bottle of water, you place a hand on his leg. You know he's been pushing himself lately, to the point where you had to lock the hotel room door so he wouldn't sneak out at night to practice.

You're all outside at the concert venue, doing soundchecks a few hours before the event commences, and it's cloudy, the wind blowing a breeze through everyone's hair. Chan comes over, frazzled, papers flying behind him, his cap half-falling off, and his fingers covered in bandaids from several clumsy, hastened tasks he had to do.

"I forgot to do the song breaks," he gasps, his hair disheveled. Hyunjin side-eyes him through a sip of water.

You adjust his cap, smoothing down the little duck tail curls at his nape. "Don't worry. I did them already. What did you do to your hands- Mmhff-"

You're cut off as he squeezes you in a hug, a relieved exhale leaving his frame, taking some of the tension with it. "Thank you, Y/nnie. What would I do without you?"

The sentence reverberates through your head; would things be worse without you there?

This means I need to do more, you think. I can help out as much as possible.

You mull this over and wave a momentary goodbye to Hyunjin, walking backstage with Chan. Felix, Changbin, and Jisung are busy being fitted for outfits and they immediately pummel you for attention, calling out as soon as you enter the room.

"NOONA LOOK AT MY SPARKLY TOP-"

"NOONA DO YOU LIKE THE COLOUR OF THESE GLOVES-"

"NOONA DO I LOOK COOL-"

You wave your hands. "Very cool and sparkly, I do like the colour, you all look great!"

It seems to satisfy them for the time being, and you watch them dissipate to their respective stylists. Passing through the room, you sit down in a chair in the corner and keep an eye on all of the boys. Chan is stressed enough right now; the least you can do is keep an eye on the members while he finalises things for the concert.

Your stomach rumbles and you think about quickly leaving to get food from one of the cafes across the street from the stadium, but you can't risk leaving the members unsupervised. Guaranteed, one of them will come looking, and then everything will fall to pieces. Crossing your arms over your stomach, you sigh and unscrew a bottle of water instead. That should keep you full for a while.

At least you hope it does.

.

You laugh and hug a sweaty Jisung, cheering. The concert went off without a hitch, and you're all backstage, congratulating each other on the performances and enjoying the moment of togetherness. Except you can't enjoy it as much, because your head is beginning to hurt, and it's starting to get difficult to see. You probably should have eaten something earlier, but you can last until you all get back to the hotel.

You all file out of the venue and pile into cars. Your foot almost missed the car threshold and you bump your shin, hissing as you collapse into the seat next to Chan.

"You okay?" He asks. He has his headphones in, his makeup smudging a little at the corners of his eyes.

You nod, sighing. "Long day. Good work on the performance."

He smiles and you reach up to gently clean up the messy makeup with a thumb, his gaze fixed on you. Jeongin and Seungmin are looking over the back of the seats in disgust.

"Noona," Hyunjin groans from behind. "Stop hitting on leader-hyung."

You roll your eyes and look out the window as Chan turns to tell him off. Your thoughts wander and you rub a hand against your shin, trying to soothe the ache. Your fingers come away lightly stained in red.

Panicking, and then glancing at Chan to check he hasn't seen, you inspect your leg. There's a few spots of red where the blood has soaked through the fabric of your pants, and you cross your legs quickly so as to hide the stain.

You think for a moment; you could ask someone if they have a bandaid, maybe... after all, there are always first aid kits in the cars, but you can't be weak and ask for help. Your job is to be there when other people ask for help, not the other way round.

Sighing, you try your best to hide your pain as you filter out of the car after the others. Your stomach rumbles, more insistently this time, and you quickly uncap your water bottle, trying to quell the dull, growing ache in your stomach. Your head hurts too, but you don't have time to think about it as you enter the hotel room, mind already whirring with things that need to be done.

You go to your room and quickly slap a bandaid on the cut on your shin, washing your hands of the blood and then changing into comfier clothes. Rolling your sleeves up, you enter the kitchen and begin cutting up ingredients, throwing spices into a pan and seasoning meat. The guys have had a long, tiring day, not to mention a whole concert, so they deserve a good, home-cooked meal away from home.

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"Noona, this is so good," Felix groans, heaping in another mouthful of cheesy tteokbokki. There's silence around the table; everyone is so invested in stuffing their faces. Hyunjin has even tied his hair back so he can eat without dipping his hair in the soup, and Changbin has stolen two of your hairclips to keep his bangs back for the same reason.

You sit next to Chan as per usual, holding a cup of a hot herbal drink; you didn't feel like eating is what you told the boys when they insisted you take your share of the massive spread you cooked for them.

In reality, you're starving, but it doesn't seem fair for you to be eating when they've been working so much harder. They deserve it more. After all, you're just the second-in-command, Chan's right hand person and a manager for the boys. You don't work nearly twice as hard as they do on a good day.

You set the mug down on the table, standing up. The pain in your head aches and throbs sharply with the movement and you fight not to fall over. "I'm going to bed."

Some of the guys nod with mouths full of meat and rice, and you retire to your room, shutting the door. You collapse on the bed and close your eyes, trying to will the headache away.

That doesn't work, unfortunately.

The door opens then, and it's Minho who comes in, peeking around the corner. "Noona?"

"Mmm."

"Do you have a headache like I did?"

You nod and sit up, rubbing your eyes, and give him a tired smile. "Nothing I can't handle. Did you need something?"

He shakes his head, and then shyly comes into the room, holding a bowl of soup. "I saw you weren't eating earlier... Chan-hyung wondered if we should bring you something to eat..."

You let him place the soup on the bedside. "Thank you, Minho. I might just sleep, but I'll eat after-"

"No," he says firmly, with the absolute ferocity of a tiny, fluffy kitten.

"What?"

Jisung pokes his head in at the doorway. "You have to eat now."

You swing your legs off the bed. "Why?"

"Because," Chan says, appearing behind the two, Jeongin holding his leader's sleeve, "You need to take care of yourself and not just us."

"But I am."

The four boys suddenly tumblr into the room as Changbin and Hyunjin stick their noses into the conversation too.

"Noona, you hurt your leg earlier and you didn't tell us," Hyunjin whines. "And you told me to take a break from dancing but you didn't take a break the whole day-"

"Yeah, and then you went to your room and pretended to sleep so you wouldn't have to eat," Changbin pouts.

Chan gestures to the still-cooling soup on the bedside that Minho had brought for you earlier. "Please, Y/n."

You sigh. "Okay, okay. It just felt wrong to be eating as well, since I don't work even half as hard as you guys do-"

You're interrupted by a crowd of indignant protests and it's so loud that you immediately raise the soup bowl to your mouth. All of the boys watch as you take a mouthful of the rich, meaty broth. It fills your stomach on the first go. Your headache slowly begins to fade.

The boys filter into the room and hang around you while you eat, bickering and play-fighting. None of them make you feel self-conscious or inferior, just bringing with them a sort of peace.

You eventually fall asleep curled between two of the boys, surrounded by serenity, warmth, and the still-lingering scent of soup hanging faintly in the air.

a/n: i was gonna name this one 'soup' but i already have a jisung fic about soup soooo

[hirschkuh-traumvoll]

The shadows' dance

the plot is: alastor hates when somebody's too similar to him, and you appear his reflection with only a few differences. but what is more annoying is that his shadow simply can't leave you alone, more precisely, your shadow. but alastor isn't the only one who's tired of the situation. the ever-absence of your dark double just draws you mad... but perhaps there is something more to it? something hidden in the shadows?

words ≈ 6k

warnings: reader has an intelligent (?) shadow like alastor does, romantic interaction with alastor's shadow

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There was a thin line between making Alastor like you and hate you. He didn't like those who were too similar to him, feeling as if they stole his individuality or perhaps even feeling that he wasn't as unique as he used to believe, but he didn't like either too different people, his antithesis, ones who didn't understand his adherence to traditions, his devotion to the past times. Such people aroused annoyance in him, because he considered them illiterates and cads.

You were not like many others in hell. In addition to you being rather well-bred and calm you also had a good taste similar to Alastor's but unique at the same time. Both of you were suckers for attention. Desiring to ravish anyone who looked at you, win their adoration, you chose the same strategy for this but realised it differently. If he dressed up in a red and old-fashioned suit, drawing the attention of everyone in a room, you preferred to charm with help of elegance and simplicity. A black long dress was perfect for your thin and high frame, for your light grey skin and black silk hair. You didn't remember how you looked on earth, but every time looking in the mirror now you felt as if you were born like this, and this shadow-like appearance was the only one fitting you. Judging by the glances of the ruby eyes on you, which slowly changed into a stare, Alastor seemed to be engaged. But your lingering looks couldn't stay unnoticed to the Radio Demon as well.

Sometimes the residents of the hotel couldn't believe that there could be another as twisted soul as Alastor, but indeed you finished each other's sentences, laughed at the same grim jokes and stupid puns, enjoyed the same music, bemused others with your rich and terrifying experience of your earthly lives… And this was another way to enchant others' hearts. It was no secret how bewitching Alastor's speech was, and not only his voice and timbre, but also the way he juggled with words easily sliding from his lips. You in reverse had a calm and slow manner of speaking as if made for sharing a secret, and in fact your low voice made your listeners believe the story you were telling was spilt especially for them. And neither Alastor nor you could help but feel a pleasant prickle over your skin when you heard each other's voices.

This all was a balance of your character, what made Alastor like you. You were different enough to be prejudiced against each other, but your outlook was so similar that you simply couldn't help but become friends. Extremes don't meet, but identical people get bored with each other; you and Alastor were the perfect tandem.

So what was stopping both of you from being together?

Your powers.

Alastor didn't forgive any encroachment on his power, but right from the start you were obviously too strong to be turned into his puppet. And though he could imagine you in the role of his ideal partner for a crime or for a night drink, the fact you had the same magical powers as him ruined everything. Alastor couldn't stand that you were similar to him in that. He had been training his shadow magic for years and then you waltzed into hell being already able to control your shadow.

In fact, it was the only similarity connected with conjure, and in actual fact it was the only magical ability of yours. And you even didn't consider it as your power, more like your shadow was alive, able to lead its own shadowlife and all you could do is accept it. But nevertheless the independence of your shadow was exactly what crossed the line of Alastor's temper.

But though your very existence in the hotel naturally bothered Alastor (firstly in the way he could call agreeable but then turned into the unbearable feeling), his own shadow seemed to enjoy the situation. It liked swirling around you and your shadow especially, as if it wanted to befriend. And Alastor couldn't deny that at first he liked it, took it as another proof that you fit each other perfectly. Until his shadow began to spend more time with you than with him. And it didn't just leave for a minute to check if you were fine (what the shadow actually asked for at first, and what Alastor happily agreed to), but disappeared for hours, and once even for the whole day. It never returned to him by itself. Every time Alastor found his umbra in the presence of your dark copy, it returned under his control only being ashamed under the owner's strict gaze. But only to escape the next day. It was insufferable.

But in his arrogance Alastor couldn't see how you worried about your own shadow disappearing more and more recently…

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Since you spilt soup in your bed Niffty forbid you to eat in your quarters, so now you had to come down to eat your lunch. You hated it. It was another day when your shadow slipped away somewhere, and you knew who to blame. Catching your dark self twice and thrice with Alastor's dark silhouette near a new-made bedlam, you came to think that your always obedient shadow now turned into a real troublemaker under bad influence of Alastor’s shadow known for its mischievous character. You only didn’t comprehend why that was happening, and whether it was Alastor’s plan by irritating you, or whether it was only his shadow's decision. And as you were stepping down the maroon carpet without black spot under your feet, anger was boiling in you. You hated to show yourself in front of others without your shadow. People underestimated shadows, you felt vulnerable without yours, just too weird and lonely. After all, a shadow is what follows you wherever you go, your devoted companion, and what in hell Alastor thought of himself, depriving you from it? Or why couldn’t he keep his friend in control?

You took a deep breath to collect yourself before entering the dining room, you couldn't let others see your hurt. But to your surprise the room was empty. Almost empty. Alastor was sitting at the table, back to the doors, eating stew which was still steaming in his bowl and spoon. Seemed like he returned from the overlord meeting earlier than expected.

Approaching the table you looked at the floor. Hm, only a grey silhouette of the chair on the boards. Seemed the demon also lost his companion. You crossed the room and took your usual seat in front of Alastor. A portion of the hot meal was already on your plate, the spicy smell tickled your nose. You sighed, taking a spoon and thanked Alastor, who reservedly nodded back. Sometimes you didn't understand how he could be polite and caring at one moment and then turned into an arrogant egoist… You just wondered what side of these were sincere to you. After all, you wanted to know him. You knew how others thought about you and Alastor: you were a hellish couple. Though you were not even friends, the way you both reflected each other could seem to somebody as if you were long connected. Sometimes even you believed you were. Despite all the differences you knew you were the same in core. And to be honest you were attracted to the parts that differed you. These differences, you knew, were based on the reasons that united you, made you two so resembling. And you longed to know them better. And you hoped that every time when Alastor acted kindly to you was a signal he shared your urge of being closer.

You were eating in silence when suddenly you heard a terrible thunder from the stairs and then a furious female scream. You exchanged surprised glances with Alastor. The enraged trampling accompanied with Spanish curses approached the dining room and in the doorframe stood Vaggie. Her fits on the hips, jaws clenched, the only eye sparkled with anger.

“Who’s gonna explain what the hell?!” At your and Alastor's astonished looks she exhaled heavily, “Your shadows. Why none of you hold them on a leash?” Immediately two oblong dark silhouettes flew above her frame and landed to the feet of their owners. She glared at them angrily and looked back at you two. “So? Who will explain?”

You narrowed your eyes at Alastor, but he reacted first,

“My dear, as soon as I got back to the hotel, my shadow had already left me.” He grinned at you as if it was your fault.

“What?” You exclaimed, “What do you mean by that? I didn't do anything to your shadow. Rather, what did you do to mine?”

He tilted his head and arched his brow at you, “Don't you want to say, dear, that it is me who brought all this bedlam?”

“Hah, of course not!” You threw your hands up and evilly laughed, “You're the one who always says ‘my shadow has escaped me’, so how can I blame you? Only your shadow, the very one you can't control, the very one that always escapes you!”

His right eye nervously twitched, but his grin went wider.

“Do you doubt my authority over my own shadow, dear? That’s ridiculous!” He rolled his eyes, yellow fangs reflected the glim of your own demonic glare.

“The only ridiculous thing is how you blame me and my shadow for all the mess, though you know perfectly that it is your shadow that is the cause of everything!”

Harshly Alastor left his seat and made several long and loud steps to tower over you. With a squeak you moved your chair back and stood up, raised your head to face the demon in front of you. None of you noticed how the shoulders of Alastor's shadow slightly rose and fell as if it was chuckling.

"Hmm. Fair enough!” He tilted his head to you too close but you didn't stir, “Perhaps the fault of the havoc is on my shadow indeed. I don't deny, it likes a little chaos, but this always could be avoid because my shadow’s always in my control and never goes against my will and never did, until you came here!”

“So you blame me?! You blame me that you can't control your shadow?”

“I blame your shadow for this, darling. Yours influenced mine and… It's rather worrisome.” Alastor hissed through his fangs.

You laughed again, “So, big bad overlord can't handle a common sinner?” It was almost funny how Alastor replaced the responsibility of his shadow's behaviour on you. But you had enough. It was him who spoiled your shadow.

The pupils of his eyes turned into dials, antlers immediately increased in size, but before things could go too far Vaggie pointed her spear on his chest, standing in front of you. Your shadows, which all this time were nervously swirling at your feet, shifting their gaze from each other to you and Alastor, now froze.

“Enough! Both of you!” She looked darkly at you and Alastor, who had already returned to his usual form although his hair was still slightly disheveled. Vaggie tapped the weapon against the floor as if declaring the end of your fight, “You can blame each other endlessly, I don't care, I just want you to clear up that mess and never repeat it again. And your squabbles you can keep to yourself, I have absolutely no desire of finding out which of you is more to blame for it's-all- your-shadow's-fault bullshit.” As she stated and gave you both another frown she left the room.

The static noise popped in the air, Alastor's red eyes sharply watched you, but you tried to ignore the gaze. Your umbra still kept your feet, and Alastor's one hid behind his shoulder. Their empty eyes watched each other, but you couldn't understand what was hidden in them. Suddenly Alastor's shadow sharply turned its head to you, giving you its wide grin. You shivered and looked away. Hia umbra was even more irritating and frightening than him. Alastor still didn't utter a word, but so did you, knowing that he would shift blame on you again, so you rolled your eyes and left the room. But two pairs of red and hollow eyes never left you.

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You rushed down the stairs into the lobby. Your leather shoes loudly clattered even on the carpeted floor. Your eyes, usually of dim pearly light, now blazed brightly snow-white in fury. You jumped off the last step and screamed out,

“Where is he?!”

He promised it would never happen again. And you said you would do all that was in your power to also keep it under control. You shook your hands that day, while your shadows were forced by you to clear up all the bedlam they had committed. So why then a few minutes ago you witnessed Alastor's shadow emerging out of nowhere in your room, fucking snatching your shadow and waltzing off with it?

“ALASTOR!” You rolled out the last consonant of his name growling. The whole hotel for sure heard you. And a second later a tall silhouette formed in front of you from the darkness. And when you already filled your lungs with air to shout again, his long finger was pressed to your lips. Alastor leaned to you, his sharp teeth just an inch from your face,

“I have rights to bawl and freak out as well, my dear, but I’m not doing this.” He said in low and stood straight again, grasping a cane in his fists behind his back. His posture was tense, smile patently strained, but all in all he conducted himself better than you. You breathed out. Alastor's self-control was the feature you envied.

“Guess, you’re blaming me again in the absence of your shadow.” Alastor pronounced, casting a look under your feet. There was only trampled red pile, and none of you cast your shadows.

“I'm sick of this.” You exhaled. But anger boiled in you again and the next words you shouted at Alastor, “Why does your dumb shadow burst into my room and take my one away?! But! You don't like it too, do you? So why is it happening?!”

But did Alastor only open his mouth to talk, you attacked again. You didn't give him a chance to say a word and that got on his nerves, after all not only you suffered in this situation. The whole thing was outrageous but it had its reasons. And Alastor had been thinking about it a lot at least to suppose the possible causes of this all. And remembering the answer now made his foot nervously tap at the floor.

In the end of your accusation you demanded,

“Answer where’s my shadow. Now!”

Alastor smirked down at you and bent himself to you so close you had to take a step back to avoid bumping into his nose. You felt your cheeks became hotter at that closeness or maybe because of how rudely he invited your personal space.

“Must be hanging around somewhere with your shadow.” He huffed and held for a little too long, bending to you. His gaze roamed over your face until dropped down then he harshly straight himself up, leaving you amusingly staring where he just stood.

“Anyways,” You started slowly after clearing your throat, “I don't know what your shadow's trying to get from mine but it won't get it.” Alastor turned his head to you, and you gave him a sly smile full of white fangs, “Your shadow's just too weak to deal with mine.”

Alastor sniffed. Seemed like you tried to get on his nerves again. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he looked down at you and promised in low,

“You can't imagine what my shadow can do to you, darling.” Alastor growled.

“Ooh, kinky!” You both turned your head to the high voice. Angel was sitting at the bar and smirking at your quarrel. He witnessed all the skirmish, obviously enjoying the show. You headed for him, Alastor followed you.

“Angel? Do you know where is- um.. Where are our shadows?”

Angel raised his brow at you, a smirk was still on his face, then he asked, “How can I?”

“Somebody in this hotel has to know!” You were losing your patience again. “And you seem to be sitting here all the time, so perhaps you've seen something?”

“Eh.” He shrugged his shoulders, rolling his eyes. He shouldn’t comment on your quarrel but just watch where the drama would go. Well now under the piercing gaze of two sharp-toothed demons he couldn't hide anything. “I saw something creeping to the side stairs, but I'm not sure. I could drink too much.”

There were indeed a couple of empty glass bottles on the board. Strangely, there wasn't Husk. Could Alastor send him looking for his shadow? Well, he could.

“Don't drink alone, Angel,” You said and wanted to head to the stairs but bumped into Alastor's chest as you turned around. “Aw!” You lifted your look up. Alastor didn't step aside surprisingly. Must be waiting when you do so, you thought and moved aside.

“Which one you chose, my dear?” He asked, lowering his voice.

“Huh?”

“There are two side stairs: the left and the right one. I suggest we split up, what do you say?”

It made sense. The two stairs seemed darker than usual. They actually had a strange construction, as they were two long corridors with steps leading right to the third floor, passing the second one. You supposed there was some kind of magic behind it, for from the lobby it seemed like the stairs ended on the second floor. You took a closer look at the stairs. They indeed were much darker, but the left side was lit up with flickering scones. You considered it as a sign of Alastor's shadow presence, after all, playing with electricity was his cup of tea.

“Well. Let it be right.” You said.

“Splendid!” Alastor gave you one last glare and made his way to the left hall stairs.

The behaviour of his shadow was describable. He knew it wasn't your fault that his shadow, the incarceration of his desires, acted the way it did. Alastor knew that he… that you attracted him. But was that attraction so powerful that he could barely control these impulses to become closer to you? And interesting was the fact that his shadow almost never interacted directly with you, only with your own shadow… And Alastor wondered if your shadow was the personification of your desires too? Because if it was so it could explain why his shadow preferred the company of your dark copy and not yours directly. His umbra was wild, never worried about consequences and if it wanted to do something it did it. And so was yours in its nature, but you held it on a too short leash. For Alastor it was evidently that your shadow delighted in the chaos his shadow taught it. Alastor never minded his shadow to create a little mess here and there, it was entertaining for him! And your shadow was too quiet, too shy, always swirling somewhere at your feet. His shadow gave yours what it desired — enjoyment of chaos.

But could there be another reason? Of course. And this one seemed to Alastor, despite his disliking to it, more verisimilar. Alastor was attentive to himself and others, so he never ruled out your liking for him. He couldn't say if you really sought its attention, but you never escaped it for sure. Your slight blush when he leaned to you, your eyes always catching his figure first of all when you entered a room, your compliments to him and a bright smile when he complimented back. If this was really your desire, then your shadow wouldn't bound itself if it once learned the reciprocal feelings.

This was precisely the ground of the circumstances that led you both to these dark corridors. Own blindness for feelings and irrepressibility of the subordinates.

The burst of a light bulb interrupted his thoughts. Now the stairs drown in complete darkness, but Alastor's eyes of a predator could still discern. He blinked twice and continued his way up, his steps echoed through the narrow stair. His thoughts returned to you.

Suddenly Alastor perceived something in the darkness. It was a silhouette, slim and darker than the walls around. It was a shadow hiding in the darkness.

“Well, how do the last minutes of your freedom feel, hm? Come here.” At his command the shadow trembled slightly and sank down closer to him, and Alastor realised it had the wrong shape, not his. It was thinner, lighter.

“Oh?” Two round white flames lit up where the eyes could be, and Alastor’s teeth bared in a grin as he understood “Oh! The little one!” Alastor smiled cheerfully. He had never been in private with your shadow before, he wondered where it could lead. But his head was still full of his theories, so when he outstretched his hand to your shadow his palm was slightly sweated.

“Well, at least one of the runaways is caught. Come now, dear, let's get you to your owner.”

The silhouette slowly flew up to him and he was ready to grasp it, when suddenly the darkness pinned him to the wall with strength he could never expect from a tiny thing like this. He gasped, as your shadow put its hands against his shoulder and chest, keeping him firmly.

You stopped and looked at your palms. It felt as if you were touching some fabric, maybe tweed, but your hands were empty. And you felt a little pressure on your fingertips and base of your palms. Your shadow might come across something. The so to say co-feeling between you and your shadow was rather irksome, especially when it hung out with Alastor's umbra, because in that case when the shadow bumped into something you felt everything on your body. And now it was the same ghosting feeling on your palms, as if your double was pressing down on something. But… If it was touching something soft it could not be in this stairs-corridor, for there were nothing but steps and scones…

You dropped your hands, looked up and nearly jumped up — Alastor's hunched shadow was standing five steps higher. Its hollow orbits gazed right into you.

“Hi?” You said.

Alastor huffed as your shadow pinned his arms to the wall, its tail twined around his legs so that he couldn't make a move.

“What are you up to, dear? Does your master know what you are doing, huh? Does she?” He hated that he was nervous but he couldn't help it. This touch was cold as ice even through the fabric, it sent shivers down his spine, and he clenched his teeth in a tight smile when the grasp on his wrists became stronger. Snow white lights of the shadow's eyes moved closer and closer to his face. He knew your shadow couldn't devour unlike his, but nevertheless he tilted his head, escaping whatever your shadow was up to do. But as Alastor tilted his head to the left, your shadow brought its face to the right side of his neck, he felt the chill and then the shadow slowly moved to his other shoulder and, as being hypnotised, he tilted his head to the right, letting your twin to send the cold through his body one more time. It was thrilling. The body of your shadow was velvety, its fingers no longer held him tightly, but placed themselves in his palms, the tail around his legs loosened now caressing his calf.

“Darling, you don't know what you are doing.” He whispered, hoping his voice was trembling because of the cold. But could your shadow hear him? Could you hear him?

The lights disappeared as if the shadow lowered its eyelids. Next moment Alastor felt an icy soft touch on his lips.

As you raised your leg to step over to Alastor's shadow you froze. What was that?

Instinctively you moved your head back, but the true feeling of someone's lips on you didn't leave you. You felt being kissed. And this someone seemed to return the kiss, deepening it, traced their hands to your forearms and put them on your waist.

You never knew it could be. Your shadow..? But who?! Was it..? Could it be..? You looked up. He..? If you had found his shadow, he could find yours. But why was there this feeling? You couldn't mistake it. Definitely you felt the touch of your lips to someone, you stiffened as your shadow did, but then you felt it melt in his arms, and the trace of kiss on your lips was so realistic you struggled the urge to give into nothing that was in front of you. With foggy eyes you glanced up again, Alastor's shadow slowly tilted its head to the side. You parted your lips and made a step back, going one step down. The figure in front of you moved closer, but before you could stop to think about something else but these ghost lips on you, the shadow seized you. You only gasped when Alastor's shadow covered your mouth with its.

He felt. The cold melted, giving place to the gentle warmth on his lips. Apparently you'd found his lost shadow too, and of course now it was doing to you the same thing your shadow was doing to him. He growled as jealousy was growing in him. But most important was that Alastor felt this kiss. And though it was an indirect kiss, though he couldn't feel the taste of you, and the touches he felt wasn't actually yours but his own through the perspective of your both shadows, despite all of this Alastor didn't dare to break the kiss. The first kiss. And evidently you enjoyed this too. As your shadow cupped his face, the chill was immediately replaced with warmth, as your shadow clung to his chest, he felt as if your body pressed to him. You followed the movements of your double which conducted you. You felt the moments, the way your shadow touched him, and you hurried to repeat the gesture — from the master you turned into a shadow obediently reflecting the movements of the one who was guiding you. And now Alastor jeloused not only to his shadow which directly was holding you, but also to your shadow for its power over you. He wanted to lead the process. He wanted to be the one who made you finally surrender to your desire.

Alastor's shadow kept a possessive hold on you, squeezing your shoulders and bringing you closer. You wished it was his hands, real hands. You felt how its tendrils played around your hips, the chill around your legs told you so, and you wished it was him, caressing and slightly pinching your skin. You wished you could feel more than the pressure of your shadow to his face, because that was exactly what you were experiencing now. But you still cherished the thought that It was his shadow who was kissing you, it was him who hadn't run from your shadow, you both surrendered to the plan devised by your sly umbras. And this thought, this knowing that right now Alastor was holding your fragile frame in his hands, leaning closer, feeling the way you were feeling — these all made your heart beat painfully fast in your chest.

You felt a phantom touch on the small of your back as if guiding you closer to the kisser and you wanted to follow the silent command, but your foot missed a step and instead of falling into the arms of your lover's shadow you just fell down on the stairs.

“Ouch!” You opened your eyes as your knees and then hips landed on the hard step and looked around but saw no one and nothing around. There was only you sitting on the red carpet with a bruised hip and arms propped against the prickly pile. It was silent and dim here. Nothing reminded of the love you'd just been sharing.

With a heavy exhale you stood up and leaned against the wall with your legs standing on different steps. Well… How could you meet Alastor now? The shadow kiss felt pretty awkward, especially when you and Alastor hadn’t even had a normal kiss… How would he react? You didn’t even know how you would react when you saw him again.

“My dear, are you there?” Your heart sank deep down and immediately flew high as you heard a familiar static voice from the top of the stairs. Alastor better stop doing these things to your heart. You were sure you could die the second time with such a roller coaster in your chest.

“Y-yeah…” You looked up. The doorframe was empty, but then Alastor slowly came out of the corner, first you saw his head, then shoulders and finally he showed himself. From your position you couldn't see if he had returned his loss.

“Have you found your shadow?” He asked.

“Yes,” You were not sure, it was too dark in the corridor to perceive a shadow, but you hoped it was so. At least if Alastor was here it meant that you had found what you were looking for, right?

“Why wouldn't you then come out of the darkness, darling?” His voice sounded softer than ever and it brought another painful kick in your chest. You got out of your torpor and went upstairs. Alastor's yellow smile lit up as you went up, he outstretched his hand to you which you took with a warm tingle on your fingertips.

As you came out to him, Alastor saw how your pupils constricted and how your irises changed their colour into soft yellowish as the light pouring from the scones around. Alastor noticed long ago that the happier you were, the warmer shine of your eyes became, and now his chest filled with pride and gladness of knowing that it was him who made you feel so. You watched him discreetly as if unsure how to hold yourself in his presence. But your previous boldness hadn't disappeared wholly, your smile was still saucy.

Alastor was still holding your hand, his fingertips slowly drew circles on your knuckles. There was a special kind of silence between you, it was pleasurable and yet nervous and gave birth to the whirlpool of emotions tightening your stomachs and weakening your knees. Alastor's eyes ran over your face, his fingers jittery squeezed your wrist, he definitely wanted to say something but hesitated. Alastor hesitated.

Suddenly your eyes caught the sight of a black spot, flying out from behind Alastor's back and sliding under your feet. Well, your naughty shadow had come back. And now you also noticed a wicked grin of the other shadow behind Alastor's shoulder.

“You know what I've been thinking there.. on the stairs while… uhm...” You muttered, eyeing up at the man whose shadow you kissed two minutes ago. A tad embarrassing, but you'd already started and really wanted to finish your thoughts but Alastor's crimson eyes made every word coming to your lips stop and be swallowed by your fear.

“I wanted…” You started again, but a warm palm on your cheek interrupted you again. You closed your eyes at the touch.

“Well, dear, something tells me that our thoughts were quite… similar.” His thumb slid down, followed the contour of your lower lip, causing shivers over you. “Don't you think so?” The static hum sounded closer to your ear, you felt hot breath fanning over your face. You finally looked at Alastor again, illuminating his slightly pink cheeks with the warm light of your eyes, and murmured “Uh-huh.”

Alastor smirked at your shy answer, his palm cupped your cheek, and you stood on your tiptoes. Your lips met. It was absolutely different from what you'd been sharing on the stairs, but the warmth, the unexpected bitter and spicy taste made you lean back, escaping his lips. You didn't even know what made you do so, but Alastor seemed to be ready for this and immediately caught you again, pressing you closer to himself, kissing you once again. This time you gave in. He felt how you relaxed in his arms and smiled in the kiss. He knew he wouldn't let you rob yourself of pleasure ever again.

You ran your tongue over his lower lip and felt his quiver. It was so much better than with the shadow: now you could taste, breathe in each other's exhales, pull closer and embrace tighter. You moaned into the kiss as Alastor delved his tongue into your mouth and felt his claws sinking into your waist, it was obvious that he was holding himself back from something you would agree to without hesitation if he’d only ask.

Alastor broke the kiss, looked into your eyes. You only caught your breath, when he descended his lips on you again. The knot in your stomach turned into a flamed ball and the hands caressing your body ignited it more. Alastor often broke the kiss, but only to bring several more, and each one was longer than previous, until you felt as if endlessness of love was on your tongues.

Suddenly Vaggie stopped. Her gaze fixed to the carpet before her. More accurately, to the shadows on the carpet. The corners of her lips went down and the only eye opened wide in surprise slowly growing into shock. These shadows… They were acting strangely. At first Vaggie didn't even realise what it waswas: the silhouette wasn't similar to neither you nor Alastor. She tilted her head, looking at the spot and approaching it. She almost passed it by, when her eyes reflexively looked aside, catching some action there, and as soon as her brain realised what she'd just witnessed, she stopped and turned her head in that direction.

There in the end of the narrow corridor stood you and Alastor, illuminated by an old sconce and casting a long eldritch shadow to her feet, a shadow of two kissing sinners. That's why Vaggie couldn't understand whose shadow it was — the shadow didn't belong to one person, there were two in it. With tenderness unusual for the two of you, you held onto each other as if you were crystal and seemed absolutely lost in your kiss. There was vulnerability in you two, which none of you had shown to anyone before, and it was beautiful. The way Alastor gently cupped your face and bent himself over you, and how you stood on your tiptoes, held on his neck and tightly pressed yourself to him, while he put his hand on your back to pull you closer. Yes, it was beauty and tenderness itself. Your palm reached to Alastor's ears pressed to the crown of his head, he visibly quivered at the touch to the red fur and buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering to you something Vaggie couldn't hear but caused a chuckle from you. All the movements and even your smiles were reflected by the shadows on the floor. Finally they behaved as they should — repeated after their owners.

But Vaggie stood there and stared too long. Alastor's lips attacked your neck, or perhaps it was his teeth, because between your quiet moans she could hear quiet cries and Alastor's low chuckle. And his hands went lower and lower…

Vaggie shook her head and turned away,

“Ew. Disgusting.” She mumbled, heading further down the corridor. She didn't notice how two grinning shadows turned their haeds to the sound of her remark, left their places and followed the fallen angel, rubbing their hands with anticipation.

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[11queensupreme11]

I need to know how people are gonna react to finding out about Percy’s mortal spot 🫠

im ngl, i genuinely believed putting the mortal spot on THE BACK is probably THEEEEE DUMBEST fucking thing ever 😭 ur back is literally your most vulnerable spot and now she just made it 100000x more vulnerable 😭 i'm almost certain rick wrote it that way for poetic reasons cuz percy's fatal flaw is loyalty, mortal spot on the back, hence "the only way you can kill percy jackson is to stab her in the back" 💀 yes yes, very poetic, but i don't think the ror characters will appreciate it 😭

(gonna try and fit as many reactions here as i can, excluding beel and loki since they already know)

cú chulainn: this dude is a trained warrior. he knows everything about weaknesses and blindspots. and the back????? IS PROBABLY THE BIGGEST BLIND SPOT THERE IS. he'll be screaming and ripping out his own hair in pure horror and disbelief when he finds out his dumbass lover put HER ONE MORTAL SPOT on her fucking BACK of all the goddamn places 😭

apollo: he's gonna throw up when he finds out and then he's gonna throw up even more when he learns that the LAST PERSON to have the curse of achilles was killed by HIS COUNTERPART. he prays to every deity and the fates that they won't be cruel enough to repeat that with them because he CANNOT lose percy 😭😭😭😭

poseidon: his jaw drops. he looks like a complete idiot all gobsmacked like this, but nobody even blames him because they're also just as shocked. he has half a mind to spank his daughter for her terrible idea, not just for the placement of the mortal spot, but for getting that damn curse in the first place. at first, he liked it because it made her 99.99% invulnerable but that fucking mortal spot just ruined it 💀💀💀

hades: buries his face in his hands and lets out the heaviest sigh ever. he loves his niece, he really does, but he has to admit... she's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. he loves her so much though so he won't be TOO disappointed 💖

anubis: "BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he's screeching in horror when he witnesses the scene. welp, now he knows how she got the curse, but holy SHIT this is probably the worst curse ever (it's really not). he's literally gonna be begging her to stop when it comes up on the screen, but it's already too late

ra: USUALLY he would be busy restraining anubis from doing something stupid, but he's too busy gawking. percy was literally told that her fatal flaw was LOYALTY.... and then she goes and picks HER BACK as her one mortal spot???? "omfg the poseidon in that universe taught that child NOTHING"

rhea: "WE 👹 MUST 👹 GET 👹 HER 👹 OUT 👹 OF 👹 THAT 👹 UNIVERSE 👹 BEFORE SHE GETS HERSELF KILLED" no seriously, grandma rhea is WORRIED. if she were a human, she'd have 1000 heart attacks and her hair would've turned grey already. this baby is stressing her the FUCK out 😭

prometheus: would literally cry 😭😭😭 like "percy... my dear baby cousin, your back??????? WHY?????" 😭😭😭😭 he's usually very supportive of her ideas, even the most craziest ones, but..... the back???????????

izanagi: "oh bless her heart, she's trying her best 🥺💔"

sun wukong: does a very slow facepalm as he sinks into his throne because oh my gods this girl is FUCKED. he has never seen a more doomed person before in all his years of living 😭

aphrodite: "wait does this make sex harder??? should i have her try other positions instead? 🤔" (she's asking the real questions here)

lugh: gently grasps cú chulainn's shoulders and say solemnly, "son, i think the universe really hates you 😔💔" because this is the SECOND PERSON that cú chulainn cares about to have some sort of near-invulnerability. the first died thx to him, and now percy might follow 😭

odin: a little concerned at how similar she is to his baldur. pure-hearted and kind, a genuinely good person, with a near invulnerability. he hopes, for loki's sanity, that percy doesn't die too because the crashout would be catastrophic fr 💀

adam: absolutely HORRIFIED because she picked literally the worst spot on her body to be her mortal spot 😭

leonidas: "how tf is this kid alive right now 💀"

tesla: so it turns out it's not just math and science that he needs to teach her, but basic self-preservation as well! alrighty then, he's already getting the lesson plans ready as well as a VERY long lecture about poor decision-making skills 😭

basically, every ror character's reaction to percy getting the curse of achilles and choosing her back as her one mortal spot:

EVERYONE is horrified 💀

percy literally has so much stacked against her. everyone and everything in that universe is out to get her. she's the product of a broken vow. she's a demigod, so naturally monsters hunt her down on the daily. she has a cursed fucking sword that's cursed to fail her when she needs it most. her fatal flaw is loyalty. and then she goes and puts her mortal spot on her BACK 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 not only that, but the fates of that universe love love LOVE greek tragedy and percy is a walking greek tragedy waiting to for the curtain call 😭

[toffeebrews]

Epic Sanses Masterpost (of Masterposts I guess)

Would you like to know what the Epic sanses are? Do you see your mutuals talk about them and go, "what the actual hell are they on about?" well, I have the post for you! 😃

This is an incredibly quick overview of each AU and not every post for each character. Those will be in the links in this post, not in the post itself. Some information may have been redacted or reduced to mediate as many spoilers as possible :)

Epic!sans

AU: Epictale

Creator: Yugogeer012

Epic!sans originates from the AU of Epictale. In this AU, "the new rendition begins with Frisk's fall into the underground with a still alive though younger Chara and Asriel living a peaceful life with the Dreemurr family. They are taken in and adopted by the king and queen before having their soul ripped out by Gaster who wishes to use their power to wipe out humanity" (source)

Origin Comic

Epictale

Color!sans

AU: Othertale

Creator: Superyoumna

"It was another Genocide run — Frisk fighting Sans in the Judgement Hall, ending in Frisk landing the killing blow...However, instead of dying from the last blow, Sans absorbed the six Human Souls he had kept with him in order to remain alive. Upon absorbing the Souls, Sans used his newfound powers to end Frisk's life — only for the world to RESET afterwards.

However, instead of returning to normalcy, Color! Sans was trapped in the Void and soon forgotten, similar to Gaster." - (source)

Doc

Othertale Masterpost

Othertale YT playlist (Watch order)

*Note: for whatever reason, Superyoumna's Youtube channel was terminated. Due to this, the only videos up on YouTube are reuploads.

The animated series became a comic, which you find the start of here

Delta!sans

AU: Vitaltale (Prev: Ultratale, Deltatale)

Creator: AnimatedZorox

"Delta!Sans is a Sans OC created by AnimatedZorox. Aided with the help of the Bravery soul, he sought to stop the genocidal madness of Omega!Chara once and for all." - (source)

Doc

Ultratale playlist

Vitaltale playlist

Posts about them:

First (?) Epic Sanses post

→ Superyoumna's addition

→ AnimatedZorox additon

Bullying Chara

Pulling an epic pose 😎

Epic sanses without Epic!?

Epic Sanses aren't canon

[violetsunburn]

The ghost war pr2

The first figure to be visible is a female, definitely the king's sister. The princess had sliver and black armor with snow white hair that was braided. Her eyes were a pricing Lazarus green, with a few star freckles.

Batman out of the corner of his eye caught the surprised look on Cass's face. Odd.

The next figure to appear looks about 6,5 and is fully plated in black armor. He has purple hair that looked like it was on fire, flowing down to his ankles. His green eyes shot around the room and then to the princess before he nodded.

Next was the Spectre, his eyes glowed a sickly green and a strong glance. His green hood and cape seemed to be defying gravity as it flowed in the non-existent air. His pale white skin seemed to glow as he looked to the spirit of Halloween.

The next one was... Jason Batman, red Robin, Nightwing, Spoiler, and Signal go cold but Orphan seemed to just smile. Jason was wearing modern armor similar to the princess's but it was red and black, instead of silver and black. His eyes glowed a bright Lazarus green and held Soul Shredder which took the from of a hand gun on his waist. Jason gaze flew around the room and stopped at Orphan and he smiled.

Before Batman could speak the king appeared. He had the same cold, Lazarus green eyes as his sister and Jason. He was wearing a black and white suit. He wore a cape that looked like a gateway to the infinite realms, that Batman couldn't look at it for to long. A crown made of ice floated above his head, and his white hair defying gravity. He gave off a terrifying feeling that made every Justice Leaguer stop for a second.

They stand there in silence for a minute, no one willing to make a move. This meeting could be the difference between war and peace, life and death.

Wonder woman stepped forward she kept a smile but anyone could tell it was forced. "Welcome your Majesty" she gave a respectful bow, but the king just laughed.

"No need to be formal, Diana of Themyscira, we are meeting as equals. Please, just call me Danny." He said as he bowed himself. At least he's respectful Diana though as she smiled.

Nightwing tried to call out to Red hood but Danny or the king, cut him off as he waved to his knights amd smiled. "These are my fright knights, Jazz phantom, the spirit of Freedom". The woman saluted while smiling "Spectre, the Spirit of Retribution, the Fright Knights. Trust me it gets confusing just call them Sir Wren Hallow, they are the spirit of Halloween, last Jason Todd the spirit of Sanctuary."

That name set the rest of the Justice League members remembered that name. Nightwing spoke up just above a whisper "little wing? What are you doing with- well the Ghost King?"

Jason sighed and Danny nudged his shoulder against his. The two seemed to speak without words before Jason started. "I'll give a quick explanation since this is irrelevant to the meeting. When I died I met this idiot" he pointed to Danny, and John Constantine looked like he was going to explode."long story short I started to serve him as the red knight. Then I got turned into a halfa, half ghost half human, when my bullshit with the pit happened I came back but not fully. I went crazy due to corrupt ectoplasma, which is just another name for the pit". Jason took a breath his gaze softer just a bit. "Then Danny fixed me and I started serving him in the human realm."

The bats had a million questions, but Jason shut them up and simply said. "We have more important things to talk about" which was true but Red Robin couldn't help but worry about his brother. Though from what Tim had seen in his brother's actions, he was happy. He was relaxed as he sat down beside Danny, he and Jazz saluted at Sir Wren and Spectre, when they went to go stand by the door because there wasn't enough chairs. (Seriously B, you just had to demand all your kids to be at a war meeting!)  Overall he looked better then he had ever.

"Let's start with this" Jazz spoke up "Danny's people, are being hunted for sport. People have found a way to hurt and in worst cases break a ghost core which is basically a ghost heart. We can't do anything because these people have passed a law to protect themselves." As Jazz explained, the leaguers are shocked, some of the leaguers knew the law in and out how could this go unseen.

Danny, who for being so powerful looks uneasy, said, "They go by GIW, or guys in white, and there are hundreds of members. They are working with corrupt politicians to break any ghost they can get to." The ghost king bit his lip and it looked like he was going to draw blood, but Jason's hand slipped into Danny's under the table. Red Robin could only think of this GIW did to Danny, who looked maybe a year younger than Jason. Hell Danny he looked barely older than Tim, and Danny was supposedly the king of the i

"RR are you good?" Cass said snapping him out of his brain.

Tim rubbed his hand over his neck and responded quietly "I'm fine."

Danny was going to continue but be faltered, like memories were coming back to him. So Jason squeezed Danny's hand and continued for Danny. "We need your help, sure we could go in there and shoot the place up but we need help with the legal side. Technically they are free walking citizens at this moment and under the Eco law they can continue walking free." A few papers appeared in Jazz's hand and she handed the papers over to Batman who put the papers on a hologram.

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Eco Law

Under this law anyone who is a Ghost, halfa or any other creature from the infinite realms. Is required to be taken to the GIW for further evaluation of the situation. The punishment can range from experiments done to the creatures to the breaking of the core of it.

If an infinite realms creature refuses to come with the GIW they are allowed to use any force necessary to take it in. If death or core breaking occurs to the creature during the mission the body is to be experienced on by the GIW.

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Tim could feel the tension in the room rise and him himself felt his blood boiling. This bullshit law allows people to be experimented on for the GIW's fun!? It's like- like- the old meta laws. Tim could feel the dred set in, it was like the old meta laws only for ghosts and halfa's. As Tim's eyes shot to Batman he could only think one thought.

Would B feel the same way about ghosts as meta's?

[hug-me-hard-so-i-dont-forget-you]

As soon as Buddie becomes canon I want to see ALL the domestic moments between them:

Eddie jolts awake from a nightmare (about Shannon or his time in combat) and Buck just rolls over and holds him tight, foreheads pressed together, whispering calming words until he falls asleep.

I don't think they'd have pet names. Other than when they're teasing each other. But I do think someone (probably Buck) would try one out.

"Thanks babe." "Ew— what? No. Stop that." And that was the end of that. Yet (and Eddie would never admit this) he doesn't seem to mind certain terms of endearment during sexy times.

They still have their ✨kitchen moments✨, they're just cuter now. They talk about their problems while doing the dishes together, if one of them is doing something like chopping vegetables or stirring a pot the other most likely has their arms wrapped around them from behind with their chin on their shoulder, one of the cabinet doors is now broken due to being shoved into it while making out one too many times.

Buck LOVES when Eddie speaks Spanish. Whether it's first thing in the morning in a groggy voice or shouted at him during a fight. And Eddie has learned to use it to his advantage, getting Buck to do things by buttering him up in Spanish. Though he could literally just be reciting the Pledge of Allegiance and Buck would never know.

So they start to do little daily Spanish lessons. Starting with words or phrases of the day on the way to work (think similar to when May and Eddie would discuss the word of the day). But Buck has a hard time rolling his R's and it just makes Eddie laugh and stare at him fondly. One time he was so amused that he pulled a Fez from That 70s show: ("You know how Fez sometimes rolls his R's? Well that's what he did in my mouth!") and smirks, saying "Do it more like that." and Buck is stunned silent for a full minute. Eddie gets out of the car, opens Buck's door and had to unbuckle his seatbelt before Buck realizes where he is.

Whenever one of them is fuming from a fight with their parents the other pushes them down into a chair or the couch and stands behind them to rub their shoulders

One day Buck accidentally grabs the wrong 118 shirt and ends up wearing 'DIAZ' on his back all day and once he realizes he starts to strut around with a proud grin. Since then, he starts to purposely wear Eddie's clothes to tease him, knowing full well that it gets Eddie all hot and bothered.

Buck also gets more handsy at home since they're not allowed to show PDA at work. Sometimes he literally waits until the second they've stepped foot off the 118 property to grab Eddie's ass.

When Buck starts spiraling, going on and on about how he's not good enough and that's why everyone leaves him, Eddie will just subtly place a hand on his thigh or lower back. And it usually immediately calms him down.

If Buck can't sleep Eddie will wake up in the middle of the night and find him baking in the kitchen. He just sits at the table watching him, asking quietly, "Do you wanna talk about it?" Sometimes he does and other times Buck just shakes his head. So, while in comfortable silence, Eddie measures out the ingredients and hands them over when needed.

Eddie is embarrassed about just how many times he's tried to reach for something on a high shelf, tippy-toes and all, only to have Buck either lift him up so he can get it OR grab the item and hold it captive until Eddie gives him a kiss.

Very dramatic declarations of love or betrayal:

"I can't believe this." "Buck..." "I thought you loved me." "I do." "I once saw a long life together in the future. Now I'm not so sure..." "Okay, I'm sorry I watched the new episode without you!" "...I'm gonna need a minute."

"Buck, have I ever told you how goddamn perfect you are?" "Maybe. Might as well say it again. ☺️" "I'm serious. You can do nothing wrong and anyone who says otherwise can fight me." "Okay calm down. Do you fall in love with everyone who gives you an orgasm and then cooks for you afterward?" "...yes."

[skyward-floored]

Dappled Leaves

Here's some more of my Zelda AU where Link gets corrupted! This is the part right at the beginning where he gets corrupted! It's... not a good day for him. sorry buddy.

(This fic technically comes next out of what I've written so far, but I've changed a few things so parts of it are non-canon now lol)

Warning for some canon-typical violence, and injury

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“Well, here we are, men.”

Link tugged on Epona’s reins at Sir Keelan’s remark, and the other knights beside him pulled their horses to a stop as well. The forest ahead loomed over them, seeming innocent enough with the call of birds in the distance and sunshine flickering off leaves, but Link could swear he felt a chill emanating from within.

He shivered. Something about the trees just seemed... otherworldly. Like the sparkle of a fairy in the glow of dawn, or the spiral of especially bright stars that Zelda loved to chart across the sky.

“The Lost Woods,” one of the other knights murmured, an older man by the name of Sir Trellon. “Or that’s what the locals call it. Never actually been inside before.”

“You think the stories are true? About people turning into monsters?” Sir Rowan said in a loud whisper towards Link, and he rolled his eyes. He’d fought his share of monsters, but he didn’t believe people could just turn into them. Especially not just by going into a forest.

Even if there were rumors of people going inside and never coming back.

“Why would this section of Faron woods turn people into monsters but not the rest of it?” Sir Garod spoke up, his brow furrowed. “It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Because it’s just a rumor,” Sir Aryt huffed, his horse snorting in turn.

“All rumors hold a seed of truth,” Sir Keelan remarked, and looked up at the trees. “Often twisted, but they have to come from somewhere. Though I would doubt we’ll turn into beasts the moment we walk in.”

“But we might. Maybe the flesh will fall from our bones and we’ll all become skeletons,” Rowan said with a wiggle of his fingers, and Link muffled a snort.

“You’re already a skeleton Rowan, no need for any further turning of one,” Sir Keelan replied briskly, and amused chuckles went up from the group as Sir Rowan made an offended noise. He’d always been on the leaner side. “Weapons ready men, let’s find this legendary sword.”

Sir Keelan urged his horse forward, and the rest of the knights followed, an odd prickle falling over Link’s skin as they passed under the shadow of the leaves. Epona seemed to sense his unease, and she nickered softly, ears twitching.

Link rubbed her neck, letting the sensation of her hair under his fingers calm his nerves. He was just feeling anxious because of Zelda’s dreams, he was sure. She’d been sleeping restlessly for weeks now, repeatedly seeing the same string of events, and though most of them had been unclear, she’d stated she’d seen a great darkness approaching, one thick enough to cover the entire kingdom.

But she’d also seen a figure finding a bright sword, hidden in a forest. And she’d seemed confident the figure had been Link.

Link wasn’t so sure, but Zelda had insisted it must be him, or at least a knight that wore clothes similar to his. Which was why Link’s entire squad was here, and not just himself.

He still wasn’t so sure he should be here at all, but Link could see the toll Zelda’s dreams were taking on her, lights on in her rooms at all hours, dark shadows under her eyes when she was awake. Link wasn’t sure quite what to think of the dreams themselves, but he took Zelda seriously. She was his closest friend, and he trusted her, even if it did seem odd to send a squad of the castle’s best knights off into the middle of the woods just based on a dream.

He trusted her.

And if she was right about the darkness... they needed this blade.

Link breathed out and looked over his companions riding beside him, dappled sunshine rippling across familiar faces. Their captain, Sir Keelan at the front, dark hair neat as always, Sir Trellon beside him studying the woods with a thoughtful expression on his wrinkled face. Sir Garod, towering over everyone as he watched with an amused look at Sir Rowan’s daily attempt to get a smile out of Sir Aryt, and Sir Aryt frowning in return.

Rowan Link knew best, since they were closest in age, but he knew all the knights, had grown up around most of them. They were a good group of men. Men he was proud to fight beside.

Men who surely had a bigger chance of finding and pulling a sacred blade than him.

“Kindly put your horse away from mine, Sir Rowan, or I will be forced to take drastic measures,” Aryt suddenly remarked, shooting Rowan a glare that terrified most people. Rowan was uncowed though, and gave his elder a smile.

“Oh yes? What sort of drastic measures?” he questioned, and Link leaned in, curious.

Aryt narrowed his pale eyes. “I believe your hair is getting a bit long, Sir Rowan. It would be a shame if something happened to it.”

Sir Rowan’s teasing expression quickly fell, and he hurriedly moved his horse back from Aryt’s, putting a protective hand on his ginger ponytail. Link couldn’t help his chuckle at Rowan’s fearful expression, and Sir Garod let out a rich laugh, slapping the younger knight on the back.

“Ah Rowan, your hair is safe, old Aryt won’t really shear you,” he chuckled, and Rowan huffed.

“I know that.”

“Didn’t look like it,” Link commented quietly, and Garod laughed again as Rowan made another huffy noise.

“Settle down men, I’d prefer it if the whole forest didn’t know we were here,” Sir Keelan called behind him, and Sir Garod quieted his laughter.

“What’s he worried about? These woods have never borne any report of worrisome beasts,” Sir Rowan said in a quieter voice, and Sir Aryt narrowed his eyes at the trees around them.

“Just because there are no reports doesn’t mean they aren’t there.”

Conversation stilled then, the silence not uncomfortable, but not exactly peaceful, either. The buzz in Link’s skin seemed to grow the further into the woods they went, and he found himself fidgeting, ears twitching at the slightest sound, eyes scanning for movement.

He swore he heard music at one point.

“Looks like this is as far as the horses go,” Sir Trellon remarked, breaking the silence as they reached what was an end to the slight path they’d been following. The trees grew much closer together up ahead, and while they would be able to proceed on foot, the horses certainly wouldn’t fit.

“Probably a good thing, they seem nervous,” Rowan mentioned, his own horse’s ears twitching. “Rosie won’t sit still.”

“Perhaps they know something we do not,” Garod spoke up, thick eyebrows creased.

Everyone exchanged looks, but didn’t speak further, dismounting and securing their horses. Link gave Epona a pat, the mare nibbling lightly at his hair in response, and he bid her a quick farewell before they set off again.

The birds quieted as they plunged deeper into the woods, and the air seemed to grow colder, only flickers of sunlight reaching through the canopy of leaves above. Link’s hand never strayed from his sword, and he swore he kept hearing distant noises, trills of melody, quiet laughs. A light fog rolled in as they continued, swirling in small eddies at their feet, drifting between the trees and obscuring their path. It seemed to cling to their boots, and Link felt as though it had a weight to it, one that tried to pull him in a specific direction.

“Link?”

He blinked at Rowan’s question, realizing he’d been staring off into the trees and stopped walking.

“Everything alright? You’ve seemed distracted ever since we got here,” he asked. "You're not turning into a skeleton, I hope."

Link shook his head, then shrugged.

“No, I'm not. It's these woods. They don’t feel... normal,” he admitted quietly, and Rowan tilted his head.

“In what way?”

Link glanced around at the trees and the fog, feeling that odd pull again. “I don’t know. Just... something. It’s like there’s...”

“Wait, do you hear that?” Sir Trellon said suddenly, and all of them paused, ears pricked.

The woods seemed to still even further, silence almost as heavy as the fog. Link strained his ears, but he didn't hear anything.

Something suddenly rustled that might have been the wind, but they all raised their swords, keeping them and their shields at the ready. Link scanned the trees as he fell back into formation with the others, the pull of the fog insistent as they stood their ground, watching, listening.

Another rustle.

Then yellow eyes appeared through the fog.

“Monsters!” Sir Keelan shouted, and the clearing flooded with the beasts, completely out of nowhere.

The quiet woods exploded into noise, monsters screeching and metal clanging as the knights blocked strikes from the beasts. Link slashed at a wolfos that ran at him, teeth bared menacingly. It yelped as he struck its side, and he quickly leapt around and finished it off with a stab to the neck. More of the beasts darted around them, several skeletons and even a few large pig-like creatures Link recognized as moblins, which... were rare, and usually rather solitary.

Monsters in a huge group like this? An ambush? he thought in disbelief as he fought off another wolfos. What on earth—

A skeleton leapt for him as he finished off the other wolfos, and Link dove to the side to avoid its blade, the metal hitting a mossy rock mere inches from his face. The skeleton made a clattering noise that Link took as annoyed, and he quickly leapt upwards, smashing his blade through its spine and sending the skeleton to the ground in pieces.

Another skeleton replaced it, and Link hurriedly blocked its strike at his neck, gritting his teeth. It seemed like an awful lot of the monsters were targeting him.

“No worrisome beasts indeed,” he heard Sir Aryt snort from nearby, and saw him stab into a moblin with no small force. “What keen observational skills you have, Sir Rowan.”

“How was I supposed to know?” Rowan huffed back at him as he jumped in to finish the moblin off. “Faron woods never have this many monsters!”

“Tighten up, more from the north!” Sir Keelan shouted, and they turned to face the second wave of beasts that rushed out of the trees.

Link had gotten a bit separate from the other knights while he’d been fighting the skeletons, and he quickly made to rejoin them, scrambling over mossy roots. A bigger wolfos leapt out at him before he could reach them though, one with reddish eyes and streaks of dark purple in its fur.

It was blocking him from the other knights, and Link narrowly avoided getting teeth to his neck as it lunged at him. The weight of the beast slammed into him, and Link went sprawling, landing hard on the ground.

He gasped, barely managing to hold onto his sword, and stared up at the beast. Salvia strung between the wolfos’ yellowed teeth as it bared them wide, nearly closing them around his neck, and Link heard a shout of his name that seemed oddly far away. He just managed to avoid the bite to his neck, and found himself on the defensive as he fought the huge wolfos, rolling and dodging all while teeth snapped at his face.

Link managed to land a punch on its nose with his free hand, and while it howled angrily, he got a better grip on his sword and slashed at its side.

The wolfos yelped, and Link finally managed to roll out from under it, even while its claws scrabbled at him. He’d lost his shield but he would have to do without it, no time to retrieve it from where it lay several feet away in the grass.

Link dove to the side as the wolfos lunged again, and angled his sword up, trying to stab it as it dove for him. The monstrous wolf changed direction at the last moment, the blade only grazing it, and it barely touched the ground before it leapt at him again, huge paws outstretched.

Link scrambled to his feet and jumped backwards, dodging the attack, and watched the wolfos as it rushed backwards, pacing back and forth in confusing movements.

Its beady red eyes fixed on him, and Link charged forward with a shout, the beast jumping at the same time. This time Link’s blade sank into the wolfos’ neck, and it let out a strangled howl as it fell to the dirt, eyes growing wild. Link dodged a weak snap from the beast, blood in its fur, and thrust his sword into the wolfos again, the monster finally falling still. It was dead.

Link panted where he was knelt, a little out of breath from the intense fight, then looked up to see if anyone needed his assistance.

And found that he was alone.

Link startled, jumping to his feet as he whipped his head around, but he couldn’t see anyone in sight, the woods silent and empty. He looked behind him, and saw that even the body of the wolfos he’d been fighting was gone, and his sword along with it.

He was completely alone.

Link stared at the trees in bewilderment, beyond confused as to how this had happened. He’d rolled around a bit with the wolfos sure, but not so much as to have entirely left the others behind. He couldn’t even hear the battle anymore, where had they gone? Where had his sword and the dead wolfos gone? How had this happened?

...And how exactly was he going to find the others again?

“Hello?” he called tentatively, but not so much as a bird answered him. Link looked around the trees, fog wisping its way between the trunks and swirling softly at his feet, and felt a chill down his spine.

Maybe there was something to the rumors of people never coming out.

A soft feeling prickled at his skin suddenly, the same he’d felt ever since stepping foot in the forest. Link slowly turned and looked at an unassuming spot in the trees, and felt that pull again, the chime that both thrilled and scared him.

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. Without any clue where the others were, or his weapon for that matter, he figured following the odd sensation was as good of a heading as any.

The fog curled away from his feet as he stepped towards the feeling, and Link began to make his way through the woods, hoping the pull would reunite him with the other knights again. He could only hope they were all okay. They were all skilled for certain, but that had been a lot of monsters that had appeared out of nowhere.

A snuffling noise caught his attention, and Link ducked behind a bush, watching as a moblin stomped by with its spear at the ready. Link swallowed, letting it pass before standing up and hurrying on his way. This may have been an out of the way part of the woods, but this many monsters lurking around anywhere was just unnatural.

Is this the darkness you saw, Zelda?

Link tried to quiet his breathing as he moved through the woods, shoulder stinging where the wolfos had slammed into him earlier. He crept by more monsters, being careful not to let them spot him, sometimes having to climb a tree or duck under a prickly bush in order to avoid detection. Link did have a small dagger on his belt, but it was hardly enough to take out any of the monsters he’d seen so far. Fighting would be his last resort.

...He was really missing his sword.

Link continued on, dashing past monsters, following the weird tug in his middle. The fog seemed to thicken around him, but it never fully covered his path, and he diligently headed further into the forest, trees getting thicker, and taller, very sparse rays of sunshine filtering through.

The deeper Link went, the stronger the pull in his chest grew, and he stopped coming across as many monsters, the woods silent except for the soft brush of leaves, and the occasional musical trill in the distance that Link thought he imagined more than once.

Link abruptly felt the urge to turn, and he did, finding himself descending what looked like the remains of some extremely old steps. The stone was cracked, moss and roots covering most of what was left, and Link had to watch where he stepped as he picked his way down them. The trees around him thinned out a bit, and more ruins joined the steps, old fallen pillars, a collapsed wall with a bird’s nest tucked in the crumbling stone. The trees and fog still blocked most of the sky, but Link looked around in interest at the ruins, still following the tug in his chest.

He passed under a tree branch that was curved almost like an archway, grass crunching softly under his boots, and his breath caught as he raised his head.

Sunshine streamed through the trees into the clearing up ahead, keeping the fog at bay. Small flowers poked up from the grass, colored petals bright in the glow from the sun, and the feeling in Link’s chest sang, his heart beating faster as he saw light glint off of something, something important.

That’s it.

That’s the sword Zelda saw in her dream.

Link took a step forward, transfixed by the sight, and then everything went wrong.

One moment he was staring in awe, and the next, a weight slammed into his shoulder, sending him to his knees as he gasped in shock. Link felt frantically at his back, and pain hit him more sharply as his fingers brushed against the shaft of an arrow.

He’d let his guard down.

You idiot!

Link tried to turn himself to look at the threat, but couldn’t move anything more than his head without pain wrenching through him, so intense he couldn’t do more. A small groan escaped him, and he nearly collapsed, the pain like a hot coal burning through his shoulder.

Arrows shouldn’t hurt this much, why does it feel like I’m—

Link finally turned his head, gritting his teeth through the pain, and a cold feeling of dread welled in his stomach as a shadowy figure stepped out of the bushes.

That wasn’t a monster.

His dread only grew as the cloaked figure stepped closer, a bow held in one hand, a hood shadowing his face. Link could see reddish eyes though, shot through with purple, and he tried to keep his breathing steady despite the alarm racing through him.

Who was this? What was happening?

“Well well well,” the man said as he watched Link struggle for breath through the pain, his purple cloak rippling in the breeze. A sneer formed on pale lips. “Seems I’ve found a prospective hero.”

Link sucked in a breath as more pain abruptly shook through him, clutching at his shoulder. What was happening?

“Just as planned. My monsters did a fine job of leading me to you,” the man continued, the same sneer in his voice as he stepped closer. “You have no idea how long I’ve planned for this, boy. At last my vision will be realized, and you will be the tool that I use to bring it forth.”

Link swallowed as the man spoke, not liking the sound of any of that. Thoughts and plans on what to do whirled through his head, none of them good, but then the sunlight nearby caught his eye again, shimmering brightly.

The sword.

If he could just make it to the sword, he’d be fine. Zelda had said it could banish evil, evil that this man was surely using and planning, so that was all he had to do.

Link took a deep breath, then lurched to his feet as he tried to make a run for it, heart thudding wildly. The sword, just make it to the sword, that’s all you have to—

Another arrow slammed in next to the first, and Link cried out, tumbling back to the ground.

“Not another step, boy,” the man said in a voice that dripped with ice. “I have use of you, and I’d prefer it if you were intact. I’d hate to shoot you again, but…”

Link could barely focus on what he was saying, pain blurring his senses. The arrows felt like burning icicles in his back, freezing straight to his core with an unnatural feel, and he let out a shuddering cough.

The man sighed almost theatrically.

“Ah. Seems my magic is a bit eager to get started. I was hoping to wait to do this part, but I suppose I’d better go ahead and finish since it’s begun,” he said in a bit of an annoyed voice. “Better to have it done with.”

Link heard footsteps through the fog of pain, and then a hand pressed against the small of his back, a shudder involuntarily escaping him at the touch.

“Hold still.”

Then burning agony shot through Link, and he screamed, writhing in place on the ground. Something began to worm into him as the agony ripped another cry from his throat, icy tendrils creeping up his back and constricting him like a poisonous vine, pulling him down until he felt like he was drowning.

It was like nothing Link had ever felt, and he thrashed against it, his fingers clawing at the grass as he tried to fight the overwhelming sensation.

He couldn’t let whatever this magic was doing to him win, someone had to warn the castle about this, the knights, someone had to warn Zelda—

“Relax boy, it’ll be easier if you don’t fight it,” the man crooned, and he pressed his fingers harder into Link’s skin, more burning cold accompanying the touch. Link screamed again, but the sound was weaker, his thrashing slowing as the cold locked his limbs and burrowed deeper, each new layer lighting his nerves up with agony.

The ice tore into him, relentless in its attack. It ripped at his mind, clawed its way though his chest, icy darkness slipping under his skin and into his lungs and head and heart—

No—

NO—

Darkness burst as something cracked inside of him, and Link let out one last wretched cry, his body abruptly deciding that whatever was happening was too much for it.

His vision spun down into dark and cold, and the last thing he heard was a satisfied laugh that blocked out the chime of the Master Sword calling to him, from just a little too far away.

[fairytwles]

GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE FIRST TWO EPISODES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏

OK OK, I HAVE A LOT

kinda out of order and all over the place but SEASON THREE EP 1 AND 2 THOUGHTS:

THE TAG SCENE IN EPISODE ONE QUICKLY MADE ITS WAY UP TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SEQUENCES OF THE SHOW (LOTTIE SEEING LAURA LEES GHOST IN THE MALL STILL AT #1 THO)

the scene right after that where everyone is just having a good time is so cutesy and i adored it, it was so nice to see them all so happy because i knew they're gonna get into some fuck shit this season

speaking of cutesy, AKILAHHHHHH

MY GIRL IS RASING BUNNIES???? AND DUCKS???? UGH

the beef between mari and shauna this season is so fucking funny

I'm overall liking mari a lot more this season too (though it is only the first two episodes so that could change)

"get off of me gaywad!" ok prophet mari

ADULT TAIVAN MY BELOVEDS OMG IM SO GLAD WE'RE GETTING CONTENT

callie and adult shauna my beloved's

LOTTIE FUCKING MATTHEWS!!! SHE HAS DONE NO WRONG EVER IN THE WORLD OF THE WORLDS

she is my baby, my beloved, my pookie, my princess (both teen and adult lottie)

nat looking hot as ever, serving face in the wilderness like its no ones business

three jackie mentions, I'm simply winning

one of those jackie mentions being in an interaction with nat??? jackienat truthers win once again

speaking of nat, her funeral scene made me so :( natalies mom when i fucking catch you

natalie liking swings when she was younger MADE ME SOB FOR SOME REASON

she was just a little girl :((

also nats mugshot had me oh lalaing the entire time

"keep going mar I'll make it two weeks!" made me lol, like ok mom

the thing they had for jackie, javi and wilderness baby :((

also that fucking screaching noise??? what the fuck was that??

natalie, van, gen, and tai having a fucking HOA meeting was hilarious bc yeah, what the hell sure

cutting to coach ben right after natalie said he's def dead was silly

COACH BEN FINDING T H E PIT??? (we're pretty sure)

i need to know rn what else dead cabin guy hid in those woods bc damn they coulda used that shit awhile ago

adult misty made me :((( the entire time

HER SEEING GHOST NAT AT THE BAR?? GOD

HER WEARING NATS JACKET??? SMELLING IT AND SLEEPING WITH IT??? GETTING NATS DRINK INSTEAD OF HER OWN??? FUCK

the scene where she just fucking breaks down in walters arms because of nat.... her saying she LOVES HER??? basically mistynat confirmation for me

i feel so bad for her

adult taivan restaurant dine and dash was so silly

except for the part where u know... the waiter fucking died???

he didn't have to be doing all of that though, no way he gets paid enough to chase after people

rip the waiter tho i guess

man with no eyes appearance!!! i honestly forgot abt him

ADULT LOTTIE MATTHEWS SILLIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD

she has done no wrong,

the scenes of her, misty, and callie were one of my favs

i haven't stopped thinking about her in that fucking panda face mask

speaking of callie, mf girlboss, i always believed in you girl

the guts thing?? iconic

out mistying misty herself?? incredible!! who knew it could be done!

ALSO THE ACTRESS WHO PLAYS CALLIE IS 30?!?! FUCKING CRAZY

adult shauna and jeff at the restaurant with those hotel guys

her calling them out for being nepo babies LMAO adult shauna ily

the bathroom scene was crazy

at first i for sure thought we were getting ghost jackie, but like a different scene from the trailer bc shauna wasn't wearing the same outfit

but then after the phone thing i knew it prob had to do with hillary swank

adult shauna funniest character in the show its true

MARI FALLING INTO THE PIT???

THAT REVEAL HAD ME GAGGED

SAME WITH BEN TIEING MARI UP I WASNT EXPECTING THAT

the whole mari and ben subplot was so silly to me

both of them hobbling away 😭

ben practically put mari on a child leash and that will never not be funny to me

the hot chocolate scene??? eerily similar to jackie's dream sequence 🤔

ben going fucking crazy in the background, god mari is screwed i fear

SHAUNAHAT CANON??

I SCREAMED WHEN THAT SCENE CAME ON

LIKE ACTUAL FR SCREAMED

THE ENTIRE TWO EPISODES LEFT MY MIND THE ONLY THING LEFT WAS THOSE FUCKING LESBIANS

I DIDN'T EXPECT SHAUNAHAT TO BE REAL

melissa kissing shauna when she had a knife to her throat was so real, girl would do anything for some lez activity

now with that knowledge i def think hillary swank is adult melissa

cause like?? the cuts between adult shauna trying to figure out who left the phone and young shauna and melissa making out??

it was def melissa who left that phone

im still kinda weary about hillary swank being adult melissa because of the scene in the trailer where she said "wow you guys are really fucking crazy" cause why would melissa say that??

it would have to be someone who wasn't there

so i think melissas sister is prob hillary swank BUT, this episode made me much more confident

plus that imdb thing said hillary swank is melissa but i think I'll have to see it first

ANYWAY I THINK THATS ALL MY THOUGHTS

IF I FORGOT SOMETHING ILL ADD ONTO IT

[ihaznoclue]

For requests can it be Nicole, Anby and Belle with a S/O who is apart of Section 6? I liked the idea that each of these would hide what they really do from their S/O given their profession.

I'll try my best ;)

Pairings -> Nichole Demara, Anby Demara, Belle x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is from section 6 as their very own partner hides something secretive but they always find out in the end

Genre -> Fluff

Nicole Demara

This girl is not very secretive in my option

She loves to tell her stuff to her partner

Like why wouldn't she tell anything to her partner

But let's just say she holding herself back to not tell you even though you know

Her very own job to get money is a hollow raiders

But you are in section 6 kind of the same thing of what she does

But she is in need of money most of the time, so she mainly is out and about doing her work as a hollow raider with her members of the cunning hares

You already knew but you wanted to wait until she tells you in the end

It was a time when you were sent out on a mission with Yanagi

That was the time you saw Nicole in the same hollow as you and you wondered why she was there in the first place

That's when Yanagi spoke that those where the cunning hares

Seeming they maybe had the same mission as you two

Now you were with Nicole hanging out near a vending machine

You spent your money to get you both drinks

Sipping away as you drank the cold drink

"Hey Nicole, I've been meaning to ask you something"

You were met with a "Hm?" as she sipped her drink again

"Are you possibly in the cunning hares, let's just say the leader?"

Nicole then spat out her drink as she started to cough

"Wait *Cough* How did *cough* you know?"

"I just knew"

You gave out a little smirk

"I'm not mad, just surprised you haven't told me yet"

....

"Let's get you cleaned up"

Anby Demara

Anby doesn't really talk that much even around her partner

But the one thing she doesn't want you to know is her job as a hollow raider

Even though you were quite strict on stuff like that

You were kind of a hollow raider too for your job as a section 6 member

But you just didn't want Anby to be hurt even though she is able to protect herself

She was strong you knew that but you were just worried about her

until a day that you heard some information about the cunning hares and how they are stuck in the hollow that you and Harumasa were meant to go to

So you both did to help those people get out

But you never knew you were going to see Anby there

You and Harumasa stop as you both spotted all the members of the cunnings hare and one of them was similar to your Partner

You saw a pink hair girl yelling at the robot man while the other was simply nibbling on some food while the cat was sitting down

Harumasa took charge as made his presence know making every single of them turn

Anby freezing in place as she spotted you

Your arm were crossed as you raised an eyebrow with a serious face

"Anby.."

Anby gulped

"Ah I was so worried!"

You then run up to her as you hugged her tightly

You heard Anby groan as you now know that she is a hollow raider

But you already knew anyways

You just not gonna tell Anby about that

Belle

We all know Belle is basically the one helping every single hollow raiders to completing their missions

You never knew your partner and her Brother were basically the proxies

Even so you always heard a familiar voice form a bunny bangboo

But you didn't say anything about it

You were apart of section 6 as you had a mission with your other members

Basically you needed to help someone who was stuck in a hollow

Belle being the helper to guide you guys through the hollow to the missing person

You knew that it was Belle but you haven't said anything yet

After this mission, you were going to visit her

But for now you were going to complete this mission

After finding the missing person and leading them out of the hollow, you decided to tell the others you were going to visit someone important

Now you were walking though Sixth street as you made it to the store that your partner and her brother own

Opening the door as the bell rung alerting Belles brother that you were here

Her brother opening the staff door slightly open as Belle rushed out to greet you

"Love! What a surprise, you usually texts me or call me if you were coming over"

"Well I need to ask you something important"

You saw how nervous Belle was

Her brother saying that he was going to go upstairs for now

Now you and Belle were alone

"Belle, I know it was you helping us though the hollow, I could tell by your voice through the Bangboo that guided us there and back, and I must say I'm impressed of how skilled you are at it"

"Wait, You're not mad?"

"Of course not, just next time tell me stuff instead of keeping it a secret from me"

"Yes I will!"

Belle saluted

-A<3