#the colouring isn't too great I had to hurry

[katz-rambles]

hey 💞

I love your work!!! Could I please request something sweet, with Sevika from Arcane?

thanks so much, keep up the great work!

I LOVE SEVIKA!! MY WIFE!

Tysm anon!! I'm so glad you like my writing, it means so much to me!!

THIS GIF IS DOING THINGS TO ME GOOD LORD SHES SO FINE

(fluff, fem!reader, it gets steamy at the end, but nothing is described, Sevika is a smoker (I'm a smoker), so reader smokes as well, I think this is it!)

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You're sitting on Sevikas lap, your head buried in her neck, and her mechanical arm wrapped around you. It's calm, as she's gambling. Every now and then you look over to see how she's doing, you know she'd never lose but it still provides a form of entertainment.

You heat her chuckle and lay her cards down and you see the colour drain from the man's face as he sees that he's lost once more. “Pay up.” She smirks, glaring at him, as he pushes his chips towards her. She grabs her cigarette from the holder and takes a deep inhale of it, blowing the smoke away from your face and then offering you a drag, which you gladly accept, and flick the ash into the tray. The man scowls at Sevika and she laughs, “what? If you want your money back, you've gotta be better.” She clicks her tongue and pulls you closer to her, you wrap your arms around her neck and shuffle so you're sitting sideways and can see the man's expressions, he's glaring at her as he takes a big swig of his beer. He sighs and stands up, leaving with his tail in between his legs. “You see, pretty girl, some people just don't know how to play.” Sevika scoffs into your ear, her voice low and it sends shivers down your spine, when she places a kiss to the curve of your shoulder you lean into her.

She offers you another drag of her still burning cigarette and you take it from her, noticing the way she stares at your lips when you take the drag. She leans down and connects her lips with yours, taking the smoke and inhaling it. Soon after another two sit down in front of you two, one of them placing down a glass of, what looks to be, whisky.

Sevika grabs the cards and shuffles them, dealing them evenly and smirking. Then the game starts, you're watching intently, taking in their expressions. The man on the right has an amazing poker face, you almost weren't able to read it. The guy on the left, not so much, he kept a flat face but his eyes told too much. You bring your head back up to one of Sevikas shoulders and whisper, “neither of them got good cards.. you should be able to win easily.” She smirks and tightens her grip on your waist at your words. The cold and harsh metal of her arm shocks you when it meets your bare skin, one of the metal fingers just barely slipped under the hem of your shirt. You grab the cigarette and take a bigger drag than last time, blowing the smoke towards the two men and smirking when you hear one of them cough and wave his hand in front of his face. You can taste the tobacco clinging to your teeth.

“Well, one of you has to hurry and do something.” She scoffs and leans back in the chair. Clicking her tongue to hurry them up.

The game goes by quite quickly, and just as you suspected, neither of them had very good cards. By the end, they both look pale. They've almost lost all their chips. Soon after, the game ended, and not surprisingly at all, Sevika won. She shoos them both away and leans down to your ear, “thank you, baby.” She kisses the shell of your ear and then pulls back. She takes one last drag of the cigarette and then gives the rest of it to you.

You stand up off her lap, and she gets up. You wait at the bar while she goes to collect the money she won. When she's finished, she grabs your hand and gently pulls you along. The humid air of the under-city immediately hits you, suddenly wanting to go back to the comfortable temperature of The Last Drop. The walk to your apartment isn't long, and you live in a slightly, better part of the under-city. So you don't even think of complaining about it, plus, from your apartment, you have an, almost, clear view of the sky.

You grab your keys and open the door, letting Sevika step inside before you. She shrugs off her cloak and hangs it up by the door. She goes into the kitchen and grabs two bottles of water, tossing you one of them. You both sit down on the couch, you lean into her, and she wraps her arm around you. It's one of the moments where Sevika is really Sevika and not one of the most feared people of the under-city. She lets you see a side of her no one else has the privilege of seeing.

The silence isn't an awkward one that seems to hang in the air. Instead, it's a calm and comforting one, where you two just enjoy each other's company. “I had a nice evening,” you smile up at her, breaking the silence, and she pets your hair, and you speak up again, "did you?” She chuckles at your question and kisses your forehead. Her lips linger for a few seconds before she actually pulls away from you. “Any time I spend with you is a good time.” She teases, laughing when she sees your flustered expression. She pulls you up into her lap and kisses your lips, you can taste the tobacco from her cigarette, a bitterness of the beer she had drank before she went over to gamble, and a slight twinge of blood. Probably, one of the guys didn't want to pay up.

“I love you so much, my pretty girl.” Sevika mumbles in between kisses, and you can feel her lips curl into a smile when you kiss her again. “I love you, too.” You say back, kissing her once again. She rests her hands on your waist and traces strange figures and shapes into your skin. The coolness of the metal makes you squeak, and she laughs when you pull away from her lips. When you look up and out the window, you can see the stars shining, contrasting to the dark sky. It's a little difficult to see them from the haze that the under-city has, but it's a sight both you and Sevika enjoy, so you point it out, and she turns.

“Starlight,” you say, breaking the silence once more. “Hmm?” Sevika looks over at you, one eyebrow cooked. “You have pet names you call me, so that's what I'm calling you. Starlight.” You continue, and she smiles at you and kisses you once again. “I like that.” She sighs as she kisses you. She pushes you down onto the couch, and this time, it's your turn to laugh. You gently push her up and smirk at her. “Why don't we take this to the bedroom? I'm sure it would be more comfortable that way.”

[sanccharine]

14:30 | mm

pairing: assassin!momo x handler!reader

summary: good speakers are good liars, too bad momo is neither. co-written by @eternallyghosting chapter summary: momo spends the day with you

warning: sickeningly sweet, like makes me want to throw up actually

word count: 2.5k

a/n: assassin!momo is here because indigo works hard af. literally she wrote everything, again i didn't do jackshit for this part, didn't even open docs until yesterday lol. im just here to post and disappear like avatar aang, again :]

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You cursed as your oven timer dinged for the third time, barely managing to shove your hands into heat proof gloves before hurrying to take the baking tray out of the steaming oven. This had to be your sixteenth batch of heart shaped cookies, an apparent Valentine's day tradition. A cliche, more like, you rolled your eyes. 

Although this influx of orders was no doubt good for your growing business, you were just about ready to gouge out your eyes if only to avoid looking at pink food colouring again.

You sighed, at least after this last order for Mr Moyo, you'd be done for the day. As you busied yourself with measuring the flour, something you could do in your sleep now based on the amount of times you'd made this exact recipe, the front door slammed shut. 

Momo. Hearing the loud slamming noise would've given you a headache in any other situation, but not today. Today Momo had promised to give you a break from doing the dishes after seeing you knee deep in orders since the morning.

You hadn't even realized how tired you were until she came up behind you and laid her chin on your shoulder. You took a break from kneading and pulled her closer. Sensing your fatigue, Momo wrapped you up in her arms, gently turning you around and laying a soft kiss on your lips. 

"Rough day?" 

"Mmm," you didn't bother with a more coherent response. Momo got it anyway.

She gazed around at the heart cookies, with their light pink frosting and red and white sprinkles, and snorted, "I don't really get why people would want these."

A beat. 

She rushed to add. "Of course not saying that because it's your baking! These look great babe, you've done a really good job on the decor." She cupped her warm hands around your cheeks, emphasizing that she didn't mean anything by what she'd said.

You shook your head, "It is a silly holiday."

"Exactly! That's what I meant," she kissed your cheek in apology.

You settled deeper into her hold. The dough could wait. "But still, it's kind of sweet that people celebrate Valentine's day," you murmured.

Momo could be quite dense sometimes. You had to often spell things out for her. But this, your unmentioned plea, she understood clearly. Maybe it was the exhaustion making you more sensitive than usual. Or maybe it was the sentimentality of the holiday that made you melt against her arm as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Tell you what, you finish up this last batch and I'll run you a bath. How does that sound?"

That did sound great. You gave her a grateful nod as you added, "there's extra frosting in the fridge if you want to try some." 

Momo hurriedly disentangled herself and gave you another kiss before rushing to the said fridge. Perhaps it wasn't just you feeling the sentiments of the holiday. 

With renewed vigour, you managed to toss the new batch of cookies in the oven, having to wait only for a couple minutes before filling up all your used dishes with soapy water. Although Momo had promised to do them for you, you couldn't just leave them be without rinsing atleast a few.

You trudged upstairs, where your nose was immediately met with the soothing scent of lavender, from the bath salts you had gifted Momo a few months ago. As you slipped into the bathroom, Momo turned to face you.

"So my next flight isn't for another few days."

You nodded silently, focusing on throwing your flour stained shirt into the laundry basket instead. Momo and you had discussed her flight over dinner last night so you didn't know why she was bringing it up again.

"I was thinking we could do something together."

Now that got your attention. You lifted your head and asked with a hint of a smirk, "I thought you said Valentine's day was a shitty occasion."

"I didn't say it like that! And also this doesn't have to be for Valentine's day," she added. "It could be just a date."

"Okay," you shrugged. You would do anything if it meant spending more time with Momo.

She perked up. "Great! I'll plan it out!"

Wait, what?

Before you could ask her anything, she smiled, said "Enjoy your bath!" and left, closing the door behind her.

As you enjoyed your much needed soak in the tub and made your way out of the bathroom, you found Momo hunched over on the bed with her glasses on and laptop in hand. You smiled to yourself. She hardly ever wore her glasses, so she must be taking this date planning very seriously. 

As you crawled into bed, she turned her screen towards you and pointed excitedly. "Look!"

You took a look at a website showing various people with axes in their hands. Before you could ask about what Momo wanted to do with a Thor convention, you caught sight of the title at the top of the screen.

Axe throwing. Huh.

"Seems fun, doesn't it?"

You tore your glance away from the laptop to Momo's face, grinning widely and awaiting your answer. You were looking at her, but you weren't really seeing. The only thought in your mind was how cute those glasses looked on her. You really had to make her wear them more often.

"You're adorable," you blurted out as she nudged you for an answer.

Stifling a giggle, she rolled her eyes. "I'm taking that as a yes." And right away, she booked a slot for the two of you. You settled under the covers quietly, not really having any objections but also not expecting her to be so proactive about this date.

"There, all done. It's in the evening tomorrow." She put her laptop away on the bedside table and joined you under the warm duvet. 

Not that the duvet stayed settled for long as her words jolted you up. "Wait, tomorrow? I can't tomorrow, I have to deliv—"

Momo took your hands, silencing you in the action. "I know, you have to deliver the cookies. But we could do those on the way to the facility."

You weren't convinced this easily. "What if someone isn't at home? What if we can't deliver some of the orders?" 

She shook her head. "The time slot I booked is their last one. It's at 8 pm, which gives us plenty of time to make the deliveries, even if someone isn't home in the morning," she emphasized the end of her sentence to lay your worries at ease.

Kissing the hands still in her grip was the cherry on top, as you finally settled down again, content that Momo had it all planned out. She laughed quietly as she turned to face you, the faint yellow hue of the night lamp casting a glow on her face. "I wouldn't have booked the slot without making your deliveries happen, babe."

"I know, I just like having a plan." So what if your handler tendencies bled over into your regular life, having a plan was never a bad thing.

"You and your lists and schedules…"

"Hey, at least I'm not the one getting lost in a city because I can't read out the itinerary made for me!" It was a bit of a deep cut to bring up something that had occured on vacation years ago, but you couldn't resist teasing her.

And Momo retaliated by doing what Momo did best. When at a loss for a verbal attack, she mercilessly moved her hands up and down your sides, tickling you until your feet kicked and squirmed in the blanket.

She only stopped when you finally cried out for mercy, ceding victory to her if only to be able to breathe properly. Having eventually caught your breath, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows to situate your torso over hers and wipe off the smug smile on her face with a deep kiss.

"Goodnight, babe. I love you."

"I love you too. G'night."

True to her word, Momo had done all the dishes last night while you had been in the bath, and walking into a gleaming kitchen almost made you want to get on your knees and sob in relief. You loved baking, but cleaning up after was often the hardest part, something you absolutely had to be particular about no matter how tired you were.

You turned on the coffee machine just as the sounds of Momo rustling around in the sheets reached your ears. You were content to just stay in and share a cup of coffee, enjoying the morning sunlight streaming through the windows onto your kitchen counter. You looked around your carefully curated kitchen, at all the designs you had insisted on, knowing that it would be one of the places you spent the most time in. Your eyes landed on the pile of trinkets in the corner, stubbornly making themselves known in the pristine marble decor of the kitchen. 

Despite your hatred of the mismatched colour scheme, that corner held a special place in your heart, after all, it contained all the little things Momo had brought back from her trips around the world. The woman was talented in many areas, but interior design was decidedly not one of them. She would buy whatever she thought looked cute, irrespective of whether it was something that would fit in your kitchen or was needed by you in the first place.

Still, you couldn't bear to hide it away. As your gaze landed on the porcelain soap dish Momo had brought back a few weeks ago, you had to stifle a laugh at the memory of that particular day. All things considered, it wasn't even as horrendous as some of the other things she'd purchased, but her reasoning for buying it was what had you stumped. You remembered her ravenously eating forkfuls of the pie you had made to celebrate her arrival (and the difficult mission you knew she'd undertaken), before she had sprung up from her seat to haphazardly search through her bags.

Having found what she was looking for, she had tossed the dish towards you, and beamed as though expecting praise for her 'thoughtful' purchase. You couldn't lie, the gift had you bewildered for a good couple of minutes as you wracked your brain trying to recall why this dish would be of particular significance to you. Momo had impatiently gestured at you to turn the dish over and "look at the back!", where you found a 'Made in Greece' stamp over the dish. Although that gift had greatly confused you to the extent of looking like the human equivalent of a keyboard smash, it brought a smile to your face knowing that Momo carried your love of Greek myths with her wherever she went.

The subject of your thoughts bounded down the stairs just as you wrapped up that precious memory. Her hair was mussed up from having rolled around in bed, and her bleary eyes indicated that she wasn't fully awake yet. But to you, she had never looked better. You loved Momo like this, all soft and pliant in the morning, making you feel like you were in a never ending Sunday. 

You must have taken a second too long to acknowledge her, as she whined at not immediately receiving her good morning kiss. You moved towards her and obliged, before getting a hold of her wrist and gently dragging her off to where your twin coffee mugs stood, ready for a lazy start to your day. 

The rest of your day went by similarly in a haze, with you dividing your time between wrapping up your final orders, and making the most of Momo being home. Once the admittedly long and lazy breakfast was over, you enlisted Momo's help in reorganizing your closet, getting rid of items you didn't use anymore. Then, after hastily vacuuming your bedroom, the two of you made a quick lunch of enchiladas (well, you cooked and Momo tried not to get in your way), before settling down on the couch and scrolling through Netflix for a new show to watch.

You sighed contentedly in her hold as Momo, eventually tired of trying to find something new, clicked on the long memorised sitcom favoured by you. As your eyes glazed over the familiar scenes, you lauded your past self for closing off orders even though Valentine's Day was still two days away; you got to make the most of your time while Momo was still home.

By the time the afternoon hues of the sun had started to darken to twilight, you had already finished a season of the show you had put on, as well as two cups of tea and a bowl of popcorn. Deciding to clear up a bit, you turned off the television with a groan of protest from Momo, before eventually tugging her off the couch and upstairs to get ready for your deliveries.

Momo had been right in booking the 8 PM slot for your date, and as you watched her carefully load all the orders into the backseat of your car, a serene feeling washed deep in your bones. All it took really was a four letter word.

Home.

Time.

Love.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Momo asked as you slid into the passenger seat.

You had an absent smile on your face as your fingers drummed against your thighs. "Mm, just thinking of how all it takes is a four letter word."

Momo leaned over, grabbing and fastening your seatbelt for you in a swift motion. "You're thinking of 'sexy', right?" she smirked.

You felt your cheeks being pulled upwards as the absent smile blossomed into a full one. "I was thinking more of 'dork' but okay."

"Nerd."

"Fool."

"Rude."

"Mean."

The two of you traded back and forth before Momo suddenly said, "Y/N".

"Hmm? That's not how—"

"I love you," she giggled. This time it was you who leaned in, pushing forward as much as your seatbelt would allow, and sealed her giggles with a kiss. "Wife," you murmured against her as she pulled you in closer upon hearing that fall from your lips, a revered whisper.

Despite everything in you screaming not to, you eventually pulled yourself away and let Momo start the car. You settled in your seat, putting a hand over your heart to calm it's racing, but to also feel how strongly it beat. For Momo. While the pair of you weren't really convinced by the traditions of Valentine's Day, and scorned at how the town had blown a quarter of its budget on tacky pink and red decorations, you couldn't deny just how full your heart had felt today. How it felt everyday you were by her side.

You had your own traditions with her, of course you did, honed after years of being together, but it all boiled down to one thing, a simple four letter word: Momo.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: happy valentines day y'all, tell people that you love them !!! or don't, or tell them that you hate them lol, idk don't let me tell you how to spend your day :P

taglist: @someone-who-likes-broccoli @happilychaengs

[bringbacktim]

Fearless -O.P⁸¹

Not edited or proofread

This took forever and I apologise

Warnings: overuse of words cause I cba to find synonyms , I took lyrics out so its choppy at some parts

I want to thank @rinna0017 for telling me Oscar is fearless by Taylor swift coded because yes he is

Wc:1.5k

There's something about the way

The street looks when it's just rained

Oscar and Y/n were enjoying day three of seven in Portugal , the weather had been great the whole time they'd been there . Well that was until they planned to actually go somewhere and then it rained cats and dogs , but when you're a young couple in love nothing can put you in a bad mood

The pair couldn't stop giggling as they tried to either find some tree to hide under or a hideaway to duck under until the rain stopped

There's a glow off the pavement

Any oil that had leaked onto the pavements before the northern downpour were displaying all the colours of the rainbow as it mixed with the rain water , which made for a pretty sight

You walk me to the car

Oscar was in more of a rush to get to the rental car , probably due to his expensive clothing, practically dragging her

"C'mon baby we're gonna get soaked if you don't hurry up" he basically pleaded as he turned to look back at her

"It's only rain oscar, it's not going to kill you" she said with a laugh

As they approached the quaint Mini Cooper they had rented opting for a car that wouldn't stand out unlike the McLaren's he was used to

And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there

In the middle of the parking lot, yeah

Oscar was confused at first when he opened the passenger door for his girlfriend to get in , but she just put her stuff on the seat and closed the door . As he caught her eyes to question her he saw her stood like the confused emoji(🤷🏻‍♀️) hands up and a head tilt, of course he knew what this meant as he'd been in this situation before

"We're not dancing in the rain again"

"It was fun last time don't lie , you just want to go back to the hotel and watch Ozark" she accused

"Okay maybe I do , but don't act like Jason Bateman isn't your celebrity crush" he retorted as she laughed knowing it was true

We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know

I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now

Y/n will admit that she was one hundred percent ogling/admiring her boyfriend from the passenger seat , but who wouldn't that white shirt was doing wonders for him

"It's a good thing I don't ever let you drive , you'd crash 'cause you're too busy looking at me" he laughed feeling her eyes bore a hole in the side of his head

"Some people take it as a compliment y'know having their girlfriend think they're hot" she tried to sound serious/annoyed, but couldn't help but crack a smile

"You think I'm hot?" He questioned turning to her with a classic "I hate you" with a shake of the head and a grin

But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair

Absentmindedly makin' me want you

Everyone knows that one of the hottest things a guy can do is run his hand through his hair subconsciously, so when he did it before putting his hand on the back of her headrest her heart nearly stopped due to how hot those two actions were together

Truth be told if she was in that drivers seat they would be parked far enough away from anyone walking by and if anyone from the authorities questioned them they'd claim they didn't know the laws in Portugal

And I don't know how it gets better than this

How could life possibly get any better than driving down some country road wind in her hair , sun shining , her boyfriend beside her , and some Taylor Swift love song playing on the radio as they sang along

"Are you sure we can't just stay here forever?" She asked looking over at him

"I wish, but we both know you'd get bored in a week" he said with a smile and a playful shove in her direction

"Depends if you talk to me about cricket or not "

That statement earned her a scoff and a " don't lie you love it " from the man next to her as she laughed along . She didn't mean it in a mean way , everyone has one subject that they can and will talk about with someone even if they don't care or like it

You take my hand and drag me

headfirst, fearless

The car came to an abrupt stop and

Y/n was confused as to why he'd stopped and where they were , well that was until she looked around and out of the window as he was getting out that she realised they were at a beach that they'd seen what they assumed were other tourists on the first day who looked like they were having the times of their lives dancing a long to music and chatting or sunbathing and taking it all in

"When you said we were going to come back to this beach, I'd assumed it was going to be when the weather was nice"

"Don't act like you don't want to have a fearless moment right now" he beamed at her as he lead her out of the car and down the boardwalk

"You know me so well" she said basically running behind as he dragged her

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance

In a storm in my best dress, fearless

As they swayed in the heavy rain and powerful wind Y/n realised that she wouldn't want to dance in her best most favourite dress with anyone else , he is also the only person she'd run through an airport for but that's a different conversation

It was a stupid thing to do and both parties knew it would probably lead to a cold in the following days , but they couldn't have cared less in the moment , cause when life starts to feel like a Taylor Swift song suddenly nothing else matters , and even if they did get sick Oscar had been meaning to catch up on some Netflix show anyway so it was a win win situation

After about 2 and a half minutes when the giggles and adrenaline had wore off and the cold and wind were starting to affect them , they made a run for the rental as they tried not to slip and tumble over curbs on the way

So baby drive slow 'til we run out of road

In this one-horse town, I wanna stay right here

Back roads had quickly became on of their favourite places and today was no different , they had to drive slower than usual due to the rain (top tips) but they didn't have anywhere to be so they could easily spend all day driving in circles round and round just basking in each others company

"Are you sure they can't just let you race exclusively in Portugal forever?" Y/n said looking out the window at the beautiful scenery

"You say this to every place we visit" he chuckled " we can always come back for summer break" he tried to bargain

"I will be holding you to that Piastri"

She said pointing an accusing finger at him

In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me

In this moment, now capture it, remember it

The sight of him looking at her with the utmost adoration, as they made their way back to the hotel because it was getting late , she knew she had to capture it and probably post it on her Instagram account later or just keep it to herself until his birthday or he did something worth celebrating either way she knew she needed to have a photograph of it

"No paparazzi" he said covering the lenses with his palm with the biggest grin on his face knowing it was such a bad joke but he said it everytime his girlfriend would try to take a video or photo of him

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway

My hands shake, I'm not usually this way

After a long day of being fools in love they arrived back at the hotel they had called home for the last few days . Y/n couldn't help but stare at the button up he was wearing and how he had the sleeves rolled up and the top couple buttons undone (an almost deathly combination to any woman)

"You know you don't have to stare at me until I make the first move ? You can just kiss me whenever" he half joked

But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave

Despite him saying that he was the first to make a move , but she was definitely the more eager of the two and desperately wanted out of those wet clothes one way or another

It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin'

It wasn't the first kiss they shared or even the first of the day, probably the first in half an hour , but that didn't make it any less special and exciting as they stepped into the elevator and headed to their room

[brookewritesyk]

T h r e e

Warnings - none just make ups and kissing

───── 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫 𝐒𝗺𝗼𝗼𝐭𝐡 ─────

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖, Jackie saw Jonny, Adam and Grandma Nellie on the driveway. Excited, Jackie called, "They're here. They're here!". Quickly, she hurried to the front door and cheerfully greeted, "Hi all!".

"Hold on Grandma. Hold on." Adam told his Grandma leaning over her.

"What's going on?" Jackie asked tilting her head walking over to the car.

"Hi Mum, Grandma's stuck," Adam explained looking away from Nellie.

"What?" Jackie asked again with a high-pitched voice.

"Her hair stuck," Adam repeated louder. "Just undo it!" Adam told Jonny and Jonny struggled: "I'm trying to but the door won't open."

"Mum?" Jackie asked worriedly.

"Hello, Jackie," Grandma greeted unfazed almost laughing.

"Undo the window!"

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Jonny frustratedly asked getting annoyed.

"Hurry up!" Jackie yelled.

"Maybe if I-" Jonny thought out loud but was silenced by the car alarm went off.

"Great!" Adam said sarcastically throwing his hands in the air.

"Jonny!" Jackie whined.

"Is that the police?" Nellie asked confused.

Adam went around the back of the car and opened the driver's seat door going to turn off the car alarm whilst Jackie yelled at Jonny "Jonathan, open the window and turn that alarm off now!"

"I'm trying, I'm trying!"

Suddenly, the car alarm stopped and Grandma's hair was realised, a section of her hair sticking up.

"Oh, are you ok mum?" Jackie asked concerned putting her arm around her shoulders.

"Sorry, Grandma sorry." Jonny apologised, feeling guilty.

"You're such a dickhead." Adam told Jonny slamming the car door.

"Shut up."

"How's my hair?" Nellie asked Jackie.

"It's fine mum, its fine, come on." Jackie reassured leading her to the front door and asked whispering facing Jonny "How did you manage to get hair stuck in the window like that?"

"Cause he's a dick head that's how," Adam answered for Jonny.

"She must have lent in when I pressed the button or something." Jonny guessed.

"You know something?"

"What?" Jonny questioned confused.

"You are a dickhead." Jackie insulted eyeing him down and Jonny just looked at his brother in shock but Adam was just smiling.

Then they got into the hall Nellie immediately looked at her hair in the mirror, fiddling around with it.

"Ohh, your hair looks lovely, it's a lovely colour, isn't a lovely colour boys?" Jackie complimented her mother whilst asking the boys a question which they responded unenthusiastically, "Yeah."

"Thank you," Grandma appreciated "You should get your done too," Nellie suggested squinting her eyes at Jackie's hair.

Smile dropping, Jackie looked into the mirror and calmly informed: "I just had mine done."

"Have you?"

"Yes, mum," Jackie answered becoming offended.

"Did you do it over the bath?" Grandma smirked but being serious

"Brilliant," Jonny commented walking behind his mum to get into the kitchen.

Both of them carried on bickering until Jackie said excitedly to the boys "We've got something to show you."

"Really, what?" Adam asked.

"You'll see.." Jackie replied mysteriously

"Grandma's going to do a strip for us?"

"With dad?" Adam answered as Martin came out of the bathroom without a top like always.

"So no Charlie?" Martin asked closing the bathroom door.

"Uh, Dad remember we kind of got into an argument last week?"Jonny remained his dad sadly.

"Wait, you still haven't talked to her?" Jackie asked shocked.

"It's just it was a mistake but it also wasn't it, so it's a bit awkward," Jonny explained.

"Welll, I invited her over again," Jackie revealed.

"What?"

"What!"

"I assumed you talked to her so I asked her if she was coming and she said yes," Jackie explained.

"Oh, bad luck Pissface!" Adam told Jonny, aggressively ruffling his hair.

"Boys stop it, she's coming ok so behave!" Jackie angrily ordered.

"What's happening?" Nellie asked confused walking into the kitchen.

"Jonny's girlfriend is coming for dinner." The older brother deliberately misinformed.

"Oh, Allison!" Nellie said happily in realisation.

"No Allison and Jonny aren't together anymore," Jackie told, "Charlie-Rose is coming over to dinner, Jonny's old friend from high school."

"Oh ok, dolly," Nelle said walking back into the living room.

"This is going to be fun," Adam commented smiling sarcastically.

"Jesus," Jonny whined throwing his head back in annoyance.

"Just man up you simpleton!" Martin yelled to Jonny.

"Martin!" Jackie complained rolling her eyes.

Then the door went.

"Oh, God." Jonny realised that it was not going to be good.

"This is going to be amazing," Adam commented happily walking to the front door with a massive smile. Quickly, he opened the door and greeted "Well hello Charlie-Rose!".

Charlie was wearing high-waisted open jeans with a light pink sweater and holding a bouquet of white roses. "Hey, Pissface," She greeted giving Adam the flowers.

"Aww thank you, but don't you want to give these to Jonny?" Adam teased mischievous smile.

"Haha, very funny they're meant to apology for last week." You explained smiling slightly sad.

"Don't worry my brother can be a cock face."

"Yes, yes he can be." You smiled coming in and putting your coat in the rack.

"Adam, who is this, your girlfriend?" Nellie asked walking into the hallway.

"No, she's Jonny's girlfriend," Adam smirked.

"Oh yes, Charlie-Rose," Grandma remembered

"No I'm not Jonny's girlfriend but I am Charlie-Rose."

───── 𝐀𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ─────

"Well hello, Bambina!" Martin greeted smiling.

"Hi, Martin," Charlie replied with the same amount of happiness.

"Sorry, my son is such a burk." Martin apologised looking at Jonny.

"How subtle."

"Yes very," Jackie nodded rolling her eyes.

"So what did you want to show us?" Jonny asked changing the subject.

"Oh yes, come through," Jackie told, guiding us to the living room.

They all walked in into the room not noticing any immediate changes. Charlie noticed Jackie was getting annoyed so she asked for a hint and she waved her arm backwards.

"Is it the curtains?" Charlie guessed unsurely.

"Finally!" Jackie exclaimed. "Also Jonny maybe you and Charlie should have a talk." She suggested forcefully smiling.

"Not awkward," Adam murmured.

"Oh great." Charlie thought.

"Thanks for that mum," Jonny sarcastically thanked them getting up and walking to the kitchen then Charlie followed.

"I'm sor-" They both started then nervously laughed and Charlie let him continue.

"Look I-I lied about Allison, way before you because I just didn't want mum to set me up with anyone, you know what's she's like." Jonny truthfully explained, ashamed. "I-I didn't mean to kiss you but, I also don't regret it."

"Really?" Charlie asked beyond shocked, she never thought in her wildest dreams that he actually liked her back.

"Yes 100% I don't regret it but I would regret not asking you out." Jonny smoothly asked.

"Alright Mr Smooth but you only have 1 shot." Charlie teased. Charlie just couldn't stop smiling.

"I won't mess it up I promise." Jonny told smiling. "How about another kiss?".

"Wow your are very slick tonight." Charlie replied going onto her tip-toes and leant into him.

"Indeed I am." Jonny smirked back and leant into kissing her as well.

"Yay!" Jackie shouted from the kitchen door.

"Oh my God, Pissface actually maned up." Adam taunted leaning against the door frame next to his mum.

"Jesus can we have some privacy." Jonny whined now facing them.

Sighing, Jackie left them Adam genuinely smiling left the room too.

"So where we're we?" Charlie asked.

"I think I was going to ask you on a date." Jonny yet again smoothly replied.

"Mr smooth is on his 'a' game tonight." Charlie complimented.

"Why thank you Paris, so the date. Mario's, 7?" Jonny suggested.

[please-let-me-be-horny]

The Good, The Bad, The Neutral: Devils Night.

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It was Devils Night. Mischief Night. The night before Halloween where Antisocial behaviour sky rockets. Petty vandalism, public intoxication, and public indecency is the rule of the evening. For Good, Bad and Neutral, it was the only night a year where they could safely go on a night out. When everyone is in costume. In masks. When it's normal to be anonymous.

Good had been excited for tonight for the last 12 months. And the wait was finally over. Standing Infront of the mirror, he adjusted his fake beard and glasses, ensuring his face was concealed whilst maintaining the excellent Wizards costume he had put together this year. Behind him, The Intern was helping Bad with his Ghost face costume.

"Newt! Hurry up! We only get one night a year to do something fun and I'm not wasting it waiting for you to choose the right cufflinks."

"do you guys really only go out once a year? Like you guys don't even go for a nice meal on your birthday or anything?"

"Yeah, that's Newts idea. Says it's only safe for us to be out and about tonight and tomorrow night because of all the costumes and because security is gonna be too busy trying to keep things in order." Good rolled his eyes, placing his hands over his ears in a lazy attempt to mimic Neutral. "Blegh blegh, it's too risky, blegh blegh, we have to stay under the radar, I don't like it when my mash potatoes touche my peas, bleegh"

"yeah well, one of us has to be the buzzkill around here..." Neutral came out from behind the door to his room, wearing a suit. Beneath his jacket was a battle belt, containing a series of prop weapons magazines.

"...I thought you were dressing up?"

"I am dressing up! This is Val Kilmers look from Heat..." Neutral huffed, quietly disappointed that no one recognised his costume.

"You look great, mate, now come on, you're our designated driver!" Good gripped Neutral by the shoulder and began walking him towards the van. "Chick? We'll be back in the morning. There's food in the fridge, don't do anything that would cause Newt to have an aneurysm."

"and don't touch my stuff!" Neutral called back, before getting bundled into the driver's seat if the van.

Behind them, Bad glanced at himself in the mirror, checking his costume, and flexing his hands in the leather gloves.

"Yeah...it's based off his outfit from Dead By Daylight...he's my favourite Killer..." The intern blushed slightly as Bad turned to face her in his mask. She was used to being able to see his eyes, but in this mask, they were replaced by deep, empty voids. She couldn't read him as he approached, head cocked to the side in his usual form of curious observation. He loomed over her for a moment, before reaching up and gently petting her in the head. Satisfied with his costume, Bad approached the back of the van, stepping in through the side door, and slamming it shut behind him.

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It's difficult to get into a nightclub without an ID, but it isn't impossible. Especially when the bar staff forget to close the fire escape properly after they've finished their smoke break.

"You'd think security would be more careful about their capacity after The Station fire..."

"Newt, with the super morbid reference to a tragedy. Man, you really are the life of the party, aren't you, bud?"

"I'm not here to party, I'm here to make sure you two don't end up in handcuffs."

"really? I thought I was because you couldn't get any bitches on your own" Good offered a smug grin, before turning back around and opening up the door that connected the service corridor to the club.

The dance floor was packed with an assortment of colours and masked faces. Zombie Athletes, Toilet paper mummies, a few vampires, and as always, the infinite spectrum of "sexy" occupational costumes. Good took in a deep breath through his false beard, smelling the aroma of sweat, sugary alcohol and the conglomeration of perfumes and colognes. "Fuck, boys...we're missing out..."

"it's disgusting"

"IT'S BRILLIANT!" Good chirped happily, dancing in place to the music whilst Neutral stood, arms crossed and visibly uncomfortable about how sticky the floor was.

"Now, if you don't mind, gents..." Good peeked over the top of his glasses, spotting a girl at the bar dressed as a witch. "...I think I need to see a lady about a broom..." Neutral rolled his eyes as Good slinked his way across the dance floor and through the crowd towards his desired partner.

"Well, I guess it's just me and..." Neutral turned to address Bad, just in time to see him getting dragged away by the wrist by a group of girls, all giggling and fawning over his ghost face mask. He reached up to rub his eyes, trying to push the migraine out from behind them.

"Sorry about that...They've all got a bit of a thing for ghost face these days..."

Neutral turned to locate the voice speaking to him, only to find his vision casting downward to a small girl with big curly 80's hair, wearing a green jumpsuit and white converse. She couldn't be any taller than 5 foot nothing.

"...Ripley, Alien, 1979....good movie."

"well done, most people tonight keep thinking I'm Maverick from Top Gun" she chuckled softly, before casting her eyes up and down over his costume. "Hmm...I preferred Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday...but his costume in Heat is definitely an easier and safer option...buy a girl a drink?" She offered a smirk up towards him, biting her lip slightly as she blushed.

"I don't drink." He turned back towards Bad, to find him with his arm around a girls neck, with his hand gripped her face. Swearing under his breath, Neutral moved to seperate them, only to be stopped by the little Ripley taking a hold of his arm. "Hey, it's ok, it's just for the pictures, they're enjoying themselves...you don't get out much, do you?" Neutral huffed, turning back to face her, and taking his arm out of her grip. "No. We don't get out often. And if you don't have money to buy your own drinks, then you shouldn't be asking strangers to pay for them for you." He rolled his eyes, brushing past her and storming off toward the bar.

"...oh yeah? See I thought you'd only use candles in your little pentagrams, but if you're feeling creative, I'm sure we can find some other-" Good trailed off as he saw Neutral approaching, letting out a jeer of approval. "Woooaaah, hey bud, How'd you get on with Maverick? I saw you two talking, you dog" he cackled, sipping his drink and nudging him with his elbow.

"First of all, she's dressed as Ripley, from Alien. Secondly, we weren't flirting, she just wanted money for a drink."

Good looked at him confused for a moment, before leaning in and whispering "....did she ask you for money for a drink, or did she ask you to buy her a drink?"

"does it matter?"

"yes, idiot, if she asked you to buy her a drink it means she was trying to flirt with you..."

The witch on Goods arm snorted, trying to conceal a laugh as she hid behind the drink Good has bought for her. Good turned to face her, offering her a defensive glare. "Don't laugh. He doesn't get out often...excuse me..." Good reached up, taking the drink out of her hand, before turning his back to her and looping an arm around Neutrals shoulder, leading him back into the dancefloor and away from the bar. "Right, first thing you're gonna do, is go find her and give her this..."

"Good, this is your Witches drink."

"Oooh no, she's mean, she can buy her own damn drinks. Now. Go talk to Cher-"

"Ripley"

"ok, go talk to RIPLEY, give her this, and then start talking to her about aaaaall the cool stuff you know about Heat, so she knows who you are and-"

"oh she already knew. She said she preferred Val Kilmer in Tombstone."

"Jesus Christ, mate, how are you this clueless? Right...just go be yourself...well maybe not yourself but the nice version of yourself."

Neutral took the drink and rolled his eyes. "This is stupid"

"it's a night out, Newt. You get one a year. Enjoy it. Take the stick out your arse and talk to the pretty girl."

Neutral nodded, as Good gave him a pat on the shoulder and disappeared back towards the bar.

It didn't take long for Neutral to find her again. The growing crowd of drunken girls surrounding Bad was enough of a sign that she was in the area. Upon locating her, he sidled up beside her quietly, standing unnoticed for a moment before offering her arm a gentle nudge with his elbow.

"oh...I thought you didn't drink?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly a little insulted from their last encounter.

"sorry...I don't get out much...this is for you..." He offered her the drink, and bowed his head in a subtle apology. "So...what's your name?"

"hmm...you already know who I am...I'm Ripley." She accepted the drink and offered him a smirk, before turning her back towards him and watching her friends. "So what about you? What's your name?"

"I'm Nnn...." Neutral hesitated for a moment. It wasn't a subtle hesitation either. It lingered. "...nnnathan...my name is Nathan...sorry..."

She chuckled, peering at him over her shoulder. "Well Nnnnnnathan...thank you for the drink..."

There was a moment of silence between them. Awkward silence. Both of them knew one of them should probably be talking right now. But neither one of them had anything to say.

"So the Shootout in Heat wa-"

"So where are you guys going aft-"

They spoke at the same time and cut eachother off. They chuckled, and Neutral guestured for her to continue.

"sorry, I was just gonna ask where you guys are going after this...look, this is clearly awkward for you, so I'm just gonna come clean, I just got out of a relationship and I'm really not used to talking to guys in clubs....he never really let me go out with friends." She chuckled nervously, looking to the floor and hiding her face.

"no, it's ok...I don't even have an ex, so you're already better at this than I am..."

"oooh, so you're fresh meat, huh?" She smirked again, offering a wink, before shuddering under the weight of her own cringe. "Sorry...still getting used to flirting again."

There was another moment of silence, before Neutral spoke again.

"well listen...I don't really do well with loud music...maybe this would go a little better if we went somewhere more quiet?"

"oh yeah? And what did you have in mind?" She raised her eyebrows, a little surprised by how forward he was being all of a sudden. Little did she know that he genuinely did just want to get away from the distraction of the noise.

"well I'm the designated driver for the other two idiots, so I have a van parked out back..."

"man, you really did lean into the bank robber aesthetic huh? Ok sure...lead the way, Nnnnnnathan..." She threw him a knowing smirk, before offering him her hands. Neutral hesitated for a moment, glancing over towards Good, who motioned for him to go for it. Taking her hand, he smiled softly down at her from behind his mask, leading her back towards the service corridor.

At the bar, Good was resting his chin in his palms, watching his brother leave with a pretty girl in his arm. He let out a dreamy sigh. "They grow up so fast..."

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It was closing time. 4am. And Good was currently slumped over Bads shoulders, mumbling his way through Abba lyrics as they made their way out the fire escape. Good had gotten distracted taking body shots off a sexy fairy, and Bad had found himself in possession of at least 15 napkins with phone numbers scrawled on them. Needless to say, they had lost track of Neutral all together.

"I wasn't jeeeaaalous before we met...DOo DOo DOo DOo....now every woman I seeee iiiiisssaaaa poootentialthreat!....hey wayaminute....where'sh Newty? NEWTY?!"

Bad slapped a hand across his mouth before he made any more noise. Resting Good against the back doors of the van, he tried the doors. Locked. And Neutral had the key. Bad was about to send him a text when the side door slid open, and Little Ripley stepped out the back, zipping her Jumpsuit up. "Oh....he's in there....listen I don't suppose I could borrow your phone? My uh...friends are probably worrying about where I am..."

Good and Bad stood silent, astounded. Good offered her is phone, and watched as she made a phone call to her friends. Whilst her back was turned, Bad peered into the van through the open side door, seeing Neutral laying naked under a blanket, looking shell shocked and holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

"sssho....you needa *hic*....you needa ride?" Goods words came out like Alphabetti Spaghetti, luring a chuckle out of her. "Thank you, but I think I'm good, my friends gonna come pick me up...besides, I think I've had enough risk for one night...following one stranger into his van is one thing, but joining all three of you? Hmm...one was more than enough..." She blushed deeply, before stepping past them and heading for the main road at the front of the club.

Good peered into the van to see Neutral, stumbling and crawling his way in to sit next to him.

"....you don't smoke..."

"Nope"

"...did you two...?"

"yep"

"....was it-?"

"Yep!"

Good sat in silence for a moment, before reaching for the open packet of cigarettes on the floor, slipping one between his lips, and lighting it. "...Ripley was hot in Alien to be fair...Good job, mate...proud of you."

"yeah....tonight was fun...." Neutral continued with his thousand yard stare, bringing the cigarette to his lips and taking a heavy drag.

There was silence between the three of them as Bad made his way into the driver's seat. Starting the van up, He cautiously pulled foreward out into the main road. The sun was coming up.

And it was time to go home.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

💌 To Eugene,

Hello there prez! I am pretty sure you don't know me but i wanted to tell you about my feelings for you.

The thing is I really really like you

I was wondering if maybe we could go on a date this weekend? To get to know each other because even tho its embarrassing to admit i have liked you for so long but i barely know anything about you.

I understand if you refuse, i don't think you even know me but we have almost all the same classes!

I would be delighted if you could make up sometime to go on a date. I know you are really busy so i understand if you don't want a relationship or if you don't like me.

But could please reply atleast? It could just be a plain paper or something or just like a note? Or even No would do! But please reply...

Have a great day prez♡

Take care

-from y/n

Y/n hurried up and left the pink coloured letter with with a light fragrance of her favorite perfume on the desk of the famous and respected president of their school. She hurriedly sat on her desk and pretended like happened before the class started and kept glancing at Eugene throughout the class and other classes that they were in.

[Here reader had actually helped Eugene when he got bullied but forgot about it. Eugene had liked her ever since but reader doesn'tknow about it]

[I am sorry for the storyline you can ignore it if you want to😭]

[a/n: AWW NO DW ABOUT THE STORYLINE its cute and helps me cater my response to sumn you would best like <33]

[Some days later, while working on some schoolwork, you notice someone standing in front of your desk. You look up only to see your crush with a pretty smile you had never seen before. He sets down a sleek black envelope on your desk, slightly sliding it towards you as he quietly says, "For my secret admirer," and walks off as if he didn't just make your heart explode.

Nervously, you look around and open the envelope as quietly as you could. Holding the letter close to you, you read...]

Hello,

I've read your letter and have decided that I wouldn't mind if we got to know each other a little better. As far as I know, you are a rather good hearted person who's never done any wrong intentionally. Even during my most difficult days at this school, you stood up for me. However, it seems you don't remember. Ironic that you have a crush on me now, isn't it?

Anyways, unfortunately I will be busy all weekend, but how does next weekend sound? A restaurant dinner perhaps, or is that too fancy for a first date? Either way, leave the bills to me.

I look forward to seeing what kind of person you are below your surface. Let's take things slow, shall we?

-Eugene (And please, no need to call me prez.)

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - 《Autumn Shinsengumi Sports Day!》—— The First Event: The Borrowing Items Race

Forgot to this mention last time, but this story is split into 5 segments....

Also, some of the lines I saved are missing a speaker, which likely meant that the original tl I saw was colour-coated (that person did that a lot, which usually meant that I had to manually type in who was saying what, though I didn't always do that for everything). I suppose I'll mark the lines I'm not entirely sure about with "[?]"s, though that only happens once in this post, and I'm pretty sure it's fine (it costs too much to double check since that would involve purchasing the booklet and I don't want to do that when I think what I have is more than enough).

Anyway, enjoy!

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - 《Autumn Shinsengumi Sports Day!》—— The First Event: Borrowing Items Race

Translation by KumoriYami

In front of the starting line, three men representing each of the teams, stood next to each other.

There was still a little bit of time left before the race began. A golden headband fluttered in the wind, and Kazama revealed a confident smile, as if victory was already in his grasp, to Saito and Heisuke, who were standing next to each other.

Kazama: "Listen, you two are only here to contrast my gallant demeanour that I'll be revealing before my wife. Just put in some effort while you struggle onward."

Heisuke: ""How many times does it have to be said before you can understand? We're all telling you that Chizuru isn't your wife!"

Saito: "Speaking of which, in regards to what has and has not been exposed, Yukimura isn't present because she's a member of the relief team today."

Heisuke[?]: "Whatever you say to this man will be a waste of energy."

Heisuke and Saito weakly sighed. At that moment, Kondou's powerful voice echoed through the sky.

Kondou: "Alright, is everyone ready? Then the first event, the 【Borrowing Items Race】——begins now!"

The moment the signal was given, Saito and Heisuke ran forward like a gust of wind, while Kazama took unhurried steps on the ground.

Shortly after, several slips of paper that had been placed on the ground caught the eyes of the three of them.

Kazama "Hm. What is this? Hey, you two, explain this to me."

Saito: "You really didn't listen to any of the competition rules… the first person to obtain the item written down on their slip of paper wins."

Heisuke: Then hurry up and take a look, I'll be choosing this note! Hm, let's see, let's see… Chi-【Chizuru】!?"

Saito: "Then mine is… uh? Wh-Why is this item…!"

Kazama: Hmph, it appears that you've been met with bullshit [the literal tl of the noun here is canine excrement aka dog shit]. Then, upon examining my note, this is…"

“…………”

“…………”

“…………”

——Inside the first aid room that was prepared for the sports meet, steam slowly rose from some boiling water.

Chizuru, who was taking on the responsibilities of an emergency relief member, was relaxing, and took a sip of tea and let out a sigh of relief.

Yukimura: "It would be great if no one comes to the first aid room. I hope that everyone doesn't get hurt because they're trying to show off too much…"

While she quietly talked to herself, and listened carefully, she suddenly heard a racket in the corridor.

Chizuru heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and looked incredulously at the source of the sound.

Heisuke: "Oh, she's here. Hey——Chizuru!"

Yukimura: "Heisuke-kun? What's wrong, are you injured...?"

Heisuke: "No, I haven't been hurt. Come with me… uh, coff!?"

Kazama: bastard… To actually hit on my wife while ignoring me, how outrageous. My wife, come with me. Your future husband needs your help."

Yukimura: "Huh? W-Why is Kazama-san....!?"

Heisuke: "What are you doing, Kazama! Why are you following me!"

Kazama: "A rhetorical question. My note read 【someone who admires you】. My wife is naturally the perfect choice."

Heisuke: "There is no one in the world that admires you!"

Yukimura: "Th-The two of you, wait, please don't fight in the infirmary…!"

What was happening in this situation. Chizuru, who had no idea what was going on, looked in horror as the two were pinching each other's cheeks.

At this time, someone suddenly quietly pulled Chizuru over from the side.

Saito: "Yukimura."

Yukimura: "Eh... Saito-san?"

Saito: "Hurry, come with me right now."

Yukimura: "Uh, yes...."

Kondou: "——That's the end of this match! The winner is Saito-kun of the red team!" [tl was missing the -kun so I added that in]

Under the crisp autumn sky, as the name of the winner resounded through the sky. Heisuke and Kazama glared indignantly at Saito, who had reaped the benefits of a fisherman [in reference to the clam fighting against a snipe or a sandpiper proverb, where the fisherman catches both and profits from the fighting].

Heisuke: "You're too cunning, Hajime-kun! You actually took advantage of our fighting to secretly take Chizuru away!"

Saito: "There was nothing cunning about it. I merely accomplished my task, that's all."

Kazama: "Although I am upset that you won, I am still curious about what your slip of paper said."

Kazama then quickly snatched Saito's note, and opened it up to the sunlight.

Seeing the words 【beautiful woman】 arranged before him, Saito immediately turned his face away.

Kazama: "You bastard, what the hell is going on?"

Saito: "Uh, no, that was, uh. It goes without saying that there's only one woman at headquarters..."

Kazama: "Ah. Meaning you used that to eliminate other potential targets. That means to say that the one being described here is not necessarily my wife."

Saito: "I, I didn't mean it like that! Uh..."

Yukimura: “…………？”

Listening to the above conversation, Chizuru, who was completely confused about the circumstances of what was going on, showed a puzzled expression.

---to be continued---

😂

[march-harrigan]

okay okay, march, i've had ideas tumbling in my head and i *doubt* i'm the first but it's been at least a couple months and my thoughts have been going and anyway--

imagine you've been kidnapped by the hatter, not just you, there's others too, and you've been kidnapped together in order for jervis to work out an idea he had where if he were to have a wonderland cast of the major characters sitting together at a tea party, where would it go. and obviously he's ignoring or doesn't think about the likelihood of it not working anyway because you know, these people were *kidnapped* and likely won't go with it (especially if most of these people haven't even read or watched a media to do with AiW) but that's beside the point-

anyway, jervis is getting frustrated because the idea can't even commence because people are freaking out or cursing him out or crying because great, they're dealing with the hatter, and near the opposite end of the table is you, startled and unsure what to do, because the last thing you remembered is painting something for a client at the park, and messing up by painting with the wrong colour- and now you're here. here, with the hatter, and a bunch of random hostages, and not at the park with your painting supplies and easle and everything you had-

next thing you know, while the hatter is resigning to the idea being a failure, you quip up that you can't be here, you have work, and- because you're one of the few to have actually read the books- someone will have your head. now, this catches the hatter's attention, partly because of your outburst among the others, but also because you're the only one who's said something even remotely Wonderland-esc. and his attention is captured, obviously, and he shushes everyone before turning his attention to you again, asking you to repeat what you just said.

"someone will have my head..?" you repeat as told, before going on. "i've to finish my work. painting, i have to paint- the, uh.. the queen will have my head if i don't finish. and i painted the wrong colour, you know what she'd do if she saw."

(i'm writing this with arkham jervis in mind where, despite his lucidity, he's still in his delusions half the time)

so obviously he *does* know what she'd do, and bada-bing-bada-boom, they're let go so they don't have their head off, and lafbdlinicubqwub yeah that's all i got but you know-- the hatter knows those playing cards have a tough job cut out for them

Okay but consider

instead of leaving right away, this knowledge of Wonderland gives you a valuable resource. It wouldn't be easy of course, but if you can assign the right characters and come up with a reasonable excuse, you could talk your way through the situation and help at least a few other people.

"Hang on... Oh no, no, no!" you might say, rushing over to one of the crying captives. "The poor mock turtle can't be seen at a big party like this. What if someone tries to make him into soup? Ah! And the White Rabbit!"

You hurry to the other side of the table to another of the hostages. This one looks quite agitated. "He's going to be late! We can't have him keeping the Queen waiting, now can we?"

Of course you'd need to be careful. The first few excuses are reasonable enough, maybe, but Jervis isn't stupid. Eventually, he's going to realize something's up and he's going to start questioning you if you push it. So for each person you help, you're making the situation all the more precarious for yourself. In fact, you're endangering yourself because once he realizes he's being lied to, he's going to be pissed.

Of course you could always diffuse the situation by offering yourself back into captivity for the release of the others, but now you're back at square one.

But hey. At least you know how to talk to him. So maybe you'll get through this okay. Just don't try to outright lie and manipulate him again. He won't be so forgiving a second time.

[countlessrealities]

Morty nodded in agreement at his other self's words, managing to hold back the urge to swallow. He already knew that his nervousness would have prevented him from enjoying the sight, but that wouldn't matter as long as his counterpart would have a good time.

"Y-Yeah, you can't usually see them well b-because...you know. L-Light pollution and stuff," he replied, hoping that his comment wouldn't be taken in the wrong way. He wasn't trying to sound like a know-it-all, he only wanted to fill the silence before it got too awkward. "B-But, uh, here there isn't a lot of artificial light, s-so...it'll be really pretty, yeah."

Just as his counterpart would look prettier in the dim light of the stars, but that was a thought that he kept for himself. The last thing he needed now was more pressure and forcing out a compliment with obvious romantic implications would have lead to that.

Despite the anxiety constricting his chest, a little chuckle left his lips at the clumsy attempt at a bow. Geez, his counterpart should have no rights to be so cute, but he was and it made Morty's heart beat a little faster.

He stepped inside the cart first, taking a seat on one of the benches and hurrying to pat the spot next to him. A silent invitation for the other to take it. He couldn't have him sitting across from him. That would have made trying to kiss him even more awkward.

Soon enough, and perhaps too soon, the Ferris Wheel started to move, slowly bringing their cart further and further away from the ground. The lights of the stalls faded and so did the setting sun, leaving behind a trail of pink and orange shades that, however, were quickly swallowed by the night sky.

Morty allowed himself a moment to watch that show of colours, taking in a few steading breaths. Now or never. Do or die.

"Uh, h-hey, I wanted...There's..." He started to stammer out, not knowing what he wanted to say, let alone how. "I-I...We've...Y-You're a great friend an-and an even more amazing person an-and, uh, I..."

His voice trailed off. Why were words always so hard? What was clear was that he was going nowhere with his speech, so he had better act before he lost his courage.

"J-Just...if...D-Don't hate me," he breathed out, as quickly as he could, and the next moment he was gripping at his counterpart's hand and leaning forward.

In hindsight, throwing himself on the other probably hadn't been the best idea, but he managed, by some miracle, not to knock their foreheads together. Instead, his mouth ended up where he wanted, pressed against his counterpart's in a chaste but firm kiss.

Morty's eyes shut tightly as his heart pounded in his chest, excitement and fear of rejection mixing in his chest. Yet, he refused to acknowledge it, just as he ignored the way his palms were sweating and how dry his throat was.

All that mattered right now were the warmth of that body, so close to his own in a completely new way, and the softness of those lips.

It was obvious that Morty’s lighthearted comment was taken in a different way. All he could see was how cute his counterpart looked and completely ignored himself. And once again, he found himself wanting to be bold and say something that could reassure the other. Yet, his own nervousness held him back.

“Y-Yeah, let’s not, uh, show them,” He let out a hushed, awkward chuckle. “We, uh – i-it’s just for our eyes only,”

The picture situation was long forgotten in those next couple of minutes. When he realized that they were a lot closer to getting onto that Ferris Wheel. That sudden idea brought his heart to pump, beating against his chest.

If he got nervous being in close proximity to his counterpart in the photo booth, he didn’t even know how he would be inside the Ferris Wheel carts. The thought that he could ruin it all with one misunderstanding terrified him.

As he walked alongside his counterpart, he couldn’t help to be silent. Though, he didn’t notice that the other didn’t utter a single word either. He was too lost within his thoughts to process anything.

Those images that played through-out his head like a movie. Showing every single possible thing that could go wrong. From saying something bad to accidentally upsetting his counterpart. Oh shit, what would he even say to him? He should have prepared more conversational topics for this. Well, he could always make a joke, do something funny – or would that be too lame?

Amongst the anxiety induced thoughts, he found himself in line. His eyes scaled upwards to look at the giant attraction. The wheel slowly spun with the many passengers inside. Decorated with a fun array of orange, purple and green lights represent the Halloween spirit.

“Oh, uh, y-yeah, perfect timing,” He hadn’t noticed that his counterpart went off to talk to the operator of the ride. “It’s - i-it’s going to look really pretty, see- watching all of the stars, y-you know?”

If he had more courage, he could say something about how pretty they would be, just as how his counterpart was pretty. Though he bit back on that. He couldn’t afford to embarrass himself now.

Especially as the line grew shorter and shorter, eventually leading up to them being next in line. His eyes widened as the cart lowered down onto the boarding platform. It was their turn to get on and his nerves only built up from there.

“Uh, a-after you, PM.”

He tried to do a half bow, a romantic gesture in a way, but the way his body acted made him look a bit weird. Yet, he hoped that it translated well enough.

@countlessrealities

[robinegreenwood]

potions

Remus Lupin X Reader [reciprocated interest]

WARNINGS: pure fluff—you might die of fluff but you’ll enjoy it

WORD COUNT: 2622 words

Reader POV

"Oh bloody hell," you muttered as yet another loose sacramento green thread was torn from your school uniform.

"What's wrong Y/n?" Andromeda Black asked, catching up to you as you both hurried towards the potions classroom.

"My uniform seems to hate me," you grumbled.

"Ah, well chin-up it could be worse, at least Professor Slughorn doesn't hate you," Andromeda smiled.

"He probably will if we're any later to class," you laughed.

With that the pair of you took off to join the rest of your house, along with the sixth year Gryffindors, in the potions classroom.

"Ahem," Professor Slughorn cleared his throat, "Listen up everyone, today we will be attempting to brew an advanced potion, Veritaserum, which is more commonly known as 'truth serum'. Can anyone here tell me an ingredient that's used to brew Veritaserum?"

Almost immediately the hand of a Gryffindor shot into the air, and without waiting for Slughorn to call on them they shouted, "Jobberknoll feathers!!"

You shook your head in annoyance as Slughorn awarded the student with 10 house points. It wasn't that you had anything against clever people, but it completely irked you when others acted obnoxiously.

It felt like you were ready to hex someone as the same boisterous student began loudly explaining how one of their very, very distant ancestors had originally created the veritaserum potion. Leaning your head down on the table in front of you you attempted to drown out their voice, which must have worked because a few moments later you were awoken by Andromeda.

"Merlin's Beard, did I fall asleep?" you yawned.

"Yes," Andromeda shook her head, "long enough for Slughorn to hand out the instructions and assign our partners,".

"Oh, who's my---".

Your next question was answered for you as Severus Snape sat down next to you, his arms full of various ingredients. Andromeda sent a smile your way before she went in search of her partner.

"Alright Severus, where do we start?" you asked, examining one of the dried plants he had collected.

"Well--" he began, but was quickly interrupted as you looked up from the plant you had been analyzing.

"Holy Severus, it's good to be proud of our house colours but isn't green hair a bit much??" you gaped as you took in his rapidly colour changing locks.

A clamorous noise caught your ear and you turned to see James Potter and Sirius Black two tables down from you, dying of laughter. Rolling your eyes, you began rubbing your temples, a prank from those two specific marauders was to be expected almost every day. You were all for having a good laugh, but it got to be very tiresome when your classes were continuously interrupted.

After Slughorn got after James and Sirius he sent James, who had pulled the prank, along with Severous, who was too furious to continue the assignment, out of the classroom.

'Great' you thought, 'now I get to make an advanced potion without any help, gee thanks Potter, you've outdone yourself,'.

Letting out a sigh you sat back down at your table and began going over the instructions on how to brew verasium.

"Y/n L/n," Slughorn called your name.

"Um, yea?" you put down the instructions to look at the Professor.

"Since we had that slight incident, you and Remus Lupin have both been left without partners, so if you'd like I'll pair the two of you together. Remus said he would be fine either way so it's your choice."

As soon as the name 'Remus Lupin' left Slughorn's mouth your entire body simply froze. Okay, yes, you had a reputation for dating loads of hot, Slytherin bad-boys but in reality you had only ever dated two guys, yes they were both Slytherins but that was besides the point. The relationships had only lasted around 2 months and nothing had ever really resulted from them, except your 'astounding reputation' with men. After your last relationship had ended, you had found yourself wanting more than just going out with a classified 'hot' guy. You wanted someone genuine, someone who would care for, and love you, and someone that you could care for, and love in return. And so, your sight wandered from your fellow Slytherins towards the Gryffindors, specifically to a tall, handsome, slightly awkward, man named Remus Lupin.

"Y/n?" Slughorn's questioning voice brought you back to reality.

"What? Oh wait ya, partners sounds good to me," you responded, doing your best to play it cool.

"Wonderful!" Slughorn clapped his hands together.

A short moment later you watched as Remus stood up from his table and began making his way towards you. You felt completely confused as the fluttering feeling of butterflies filled your stomach. This wasn't you, you were Y/n L/n, no matter the guy, the male species did not make you nervous;but yet you couldn't deny the way your heart was already racing as Remus sat in the seat next to you.

"Have you gotten the chance to start?" Remus's low voice pulled you from your disoriented thoughts.

"Um, no I was just looking over the instructions," you replied, keeping your gaze at the table in front of you.

"Alright, well I'll go grab a cauldron and we can start heating up the essence of comfrey if you'd like?"

"Yeah that sounds good," you smiled, lifting your eyes to meet his.

It was a good thing he turned away before you found yourself lost in his eyes, a deep brown so warm and compelling. Taking the time you had with him gone you composed yourself, mentally telling yourself to smarten up, after all there was no way anything could actually happen with him, right?

Seconds later Remus returned, cauldron in hand, "Here Y/n," he handed it to you.

"HE KNOWS MY NAME!!!!! YES YES YES YES YES"

You nodded in appreciation as you took it from his hand and placed it on the burner.

"So, does it work if I cut up the jobberknoll feathers and you can collect the juice from the mallowsweet ? That way it should be boiling by the time we need to stir in the rose oil." You suggested.

"Yes, that sounds perfect," he smiled softly at you, reaching across for the mallowsweet.

"Oh here," you grabbed the jar and held it out for him. The butterflies in your stomach went completely frantic as his fingers brushed over yours. You felt your face heat up, your mind once again in a state of confusion at how such a small and subtle action had you feeling so wonderfully overwhelmed. Looking up you were surprised to see Remus had turned slightly away, but the red tinge of blush he was attempting to hide was still markedly visible.

Remus's POV

I couldn't do anything but admire Y/n as I listened to her orchestrate a way to make our potion, her eyes crinkling together as she carefully thought out a plan. I simply smiled and agreed to what she had thought up, glad that she was more than willing to work together. Doing my part I reached across for the ingredient that I needed but, before I could get it, she grabbed it and held it out for me. My hand brushed against hers' as I took it from her, and immediately I felt my face heating up. Turning away I tried to hide my reaction, I absolutely could not let her see the way she made me feel, especially because there was no possible way she would ever feel the same.

I had fancied Y/n L/n since last year when we had potions class together, but during that time she had been with another Slytherin. I had her as my partner in that class, sitting right across from me, so close, yet so far away. Watching someone else go out with her had been an awful experience, and even though the relationship had only lasted a short while I had never built up the courage to ask her out. With her being a Slytherin, and I a Gryffindor, it just seemed like a relationship that would be destined for disaster.

My mind continued wandering as I began using a knife to squeeze the juice out of the mallowsweet.

Reader's POV

Cutting up the jobberknoll feathers had taken you less time than you thought it would, and so you waited patiently for the mixture in the cauldron to boil. Stealing a glance at Remus you saw he was still collecting juice. His features were concentrated as he purposefully kept at his work. His chocolate-coloured hair was tousled in a way that suited him perfectly, and you longed to know what it felt like to run your hands through it. His pale lips were slightly parted, so perfect, so kissable, so close. At that moment you realised you had unconsciously moved closer to him, your body almost pressed up against his.

"Um, Y/n? What are you doing?" Remus asked, looking startled.

"I was just uh, making sure the mallowsweet was ripe enough," you jumbled, taking a step back.

"Oh," he nodded, his features relaxed, "Is it?"

"Yes, definitely ripe," you mentally cursed yourself for being so dumb.

"Uh hey I just finished getting the juice, am I good to add it in?" Remus asked, smiling.

"Yes for sure, it just says to stir continuously as you pour," you stated, reading the instructions.

"Alright, do you think you could stir and I'll pour?" He suggested.

You nodded in response and moved over to the cauldron, grabbing the spoon that laid next to it as you waited for Remus. Startled, you jumped slightly as Remus reached his arms around you, positioning himself so he was behind you, an arm on either side of you, holding out the bowl with the juice so he could easily pour it in the cauldron. This left you trapped between his body and the counter, but you were without complaint. If it had been anyone else except Remus you might have suspected ulterior motives, but everything was innocent with Remus, surely he wasn't aware of how his body was almost pressed up against yours.

Attempting to focus back on reality, you watched as Remus began pouring the mixture into the cauldron. He poured too quickly and some of the juice ended up splashing out and onto the rim of the bowl. Instinctively, he reached forward to wipe it up, causing him to take another step closer to you. Your face turned a violent shade of crimson as you felt his body flush against your own. Remus seemed unbothered as he did not take a step back, but continued to wipe up the spilled juice.

"My bad," he spoke the words right next to your ear, so close that you felt his breath on your neck, causing your entire body to shudder.

"It's okay," your words coming out as a whisper.

He began pouring again, painstakingly slow, as he was careful not to spill. Remembering your job you began stirring, watching closely as the potion began changing colour. Remus was also interested in the reaction as he leaned forward, the side of his face only inches away from the right side of yours. It was impossible for you not to turn your head, your eyes gazing up at him, resting your head slightly on his chest as his body enveloped yours. You were positively overwhelmed with the scent of dark tea, cedar, and cinnamon as you allowed yourself to get lost in the moment, lost in him.

The sound of gentle humming awoke you from your short time of bliss, and you opened your eyes to find Remus had finished with the pouring. You stood yourself up and turned to gaze up at him, he met your gaze, nervously biting the inside of his cheek.

"Are we done?" You asked quietly, intently hoping that the answer would be no.

"Ya, I think we are finished," he replied softly.

He removed his arms from resting on the counter on either side of you and took a small step back. You nodded, as once again feelings of nervousness filled your body. Remus slowly raised a hand up, brushing alongside your face as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. Slowly he brought his hand back, tracing your jawline with his fingertips, his fingers bent so you felt the cold metal of his ring slightly touch your neck. Your body once again shuddered as shivers travelled down your spine.

"You're beautiful y/n," he whispered,"

His words must have come as much of a shock to him as they did to you, as his eyes widened and immediately he took a step back.

" I-, oh I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me…" a look of almost fear registered on his face before he turned to get away.

"Remus wait," you reached out and grasped his hand, pulling him back to you.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You asked, somewhat smugly.

He fiddled with his ring, glancing up to meet your gaze, "Yes, of course,"

Any smugness you felt disappeared as you realized the genuineness of his compliment. This was a man who could meet and surpass any woman's standards, and here he was, calling you beautiful.

His nervousness seemed to grow as you continued to stare, wide eyed, at him in silence.

Breaking the silence you stepped closer to him, reaching up to cup the side of his face in your hand, "Well I think you're handsome," you smiled shyly.

The most adorable grin spread across his face as he leant his forehead against yours. The contact filling your body with the utter feeling of pure joy.

"Y/n," Remus whispered.

"Mm hmm?"

"Professor Slughorn is staring at us,"

Immediately you separated yourself from Remus, a blush covering your face as you turned to the professor.

"I was very sure we were brewing veritaserum today, not amortentia," Slughorn grinned.

"I, well, ours is done," you answered, trying to regain your composure.

The professor merely kept grinning as he made his way over to the cauldron, peering inside for a few seconds before checking off some boxes on his clipboard.

"Very well done you two, you're free to go do any homework you may have, or properly snog in the library, whatever suits," he winked at the both of you.

It was Remus's turn to blush now as you couldn't help but laugh.

"The second option sounds good to me," you grinned, gently tugging Remus closer by his tie.

With a newfound confidence he leant down and whispered in your ear , "I was thinking somewhere more secluded."

You nearly gasped as you looked up to tell whether or not he was joking, but his face was completely earnest.

"I mean, if you'd like I'd want to take you on a proper date, but I mean it's alright if you don't want to, I don't know if you feel the same way as I do or…"

"Oh shut up," you smiled, pulling him closer and pressing your lips against his. Immediately he began kissing you back, cautiously at first, but gradually more amorous as he found his confidence. Slowly, he broke the kiss off, not wanting to end up not being able to stop in the middle of your potions classroom.You pulled back to see him completely beaming at you, his eyes sparkling as he leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

"Go out with me," he murmured against your forehead.

"Gladly," you smiled.

[aks3raao1]

He might be used to extremely bizarre things happening to him, however being sucked into an microwave and exiting out of a gramaphone into a place that resembled a mad scientist's torture room was certainly a first.

This must be the scientific mystery Kazuichi had talked about.

His Ultimate Luck talent made him lucky. Thus, it was probably his luck that had allowed me to discover this place. Ah, a worthless person like him being of use to an Ultimate like him. He might actually become the stepping stone of hope now, so dying here wouldn't be too bad.

"I am truly....lucky," he rasped out, "Hope is indeed in this mansion."

However, he felt it would be pointless if he didn't atleast try to solve the mystery somewhat even if the Ultimates should be able to solve it without any input from him.

He tried to get up and immediately sat down. He felt faint and slightly nauseous.

It was possibly a case of the beam that had transported him here. Turning around, he crouched down a little to inspect the gramaphone.

"Nagito disappeared somewhere around here.....," Hajime's faint voice could be heard.

Nagito blinked.

An Ultimate was looking for a worthless scum like him? Ah, of course not, they must have realised that he had discovered the scientific mystery site and wouldn't want it all to just end up dead and unknown because a useless person like him had found it first.

"Hey, Hajime....," he said at the loudest volume he would manage with his breathing troubles and headache. Hopefully, he would be heard.

~~

"Guys, I hear something," Kazuichi said, putting up a hand to silence a panicking Hajime, "I think I heard Nagito's voice. It came out of this microwave."

"That means he can probably hear us, thank fucking God," Fuyuhiko said, going to the microwave, "Oi Nagito, can you hear us?"

A faint raspy tone distinct to Nagito spoke out, "Yes!"

".........what kind of fucked up sorcery is this?" Hajime said, having heard it too, "Nagito where are you?"

"Ah......it looks like sorcery indeed, I suppose....I think I am trespassing on some great scientist's lab."

"Great scientist?" Kazuichi sounded excited now, "What else can you see?"

"Ah, my traitorous worthless legs have betrayed me so I can't walk around but I can see a lot of files and equipment for carrying out experiments....they look like they were recently used."

"....Kazuichi, did your illustrious uncle lead us into a mad scientist's trap?" Fuyuhiko said, sounding worried, "You are alone in that room, right, Nagito?"

"Ah, I can't imagine anyone would have wanted to stay here with me otherwise...but yes."

"Can you get out?"

"Ah...it appears not.....as there are no doors or windows......I am truly worthless."

"Shut up about that for a second," Hajime broke in, "Then how are you speaking to us?"

"......through the trumpet part of a vintage gramaphone."

"....what the fuck," was all Hajime could manage.

"Hajime, since you have been here, could you try to atleast activate the microwave or something?" Kazuichi said, sounding worried himself.

"Look, if I could have done that, I would have. I told you I have no clue. It activated by itself after I took out the roasted chicken and Nagito bent down to check with me. Couldn't *you*, the Ultimate Mechanic do something about it?"

"I have no clue how this is supposed to work and if I take it apart, Nagito might forever be trapped in that room."

"....yeah, we don't want that."

"Ah......a suggestion from a worthless one like me if you all want—"

"Yes?" Hajime said, expectantly.

"If this works after you take out some microwaved food, then maybe if you put something in and closed the door, it would work in the reverse.......?" Nagito said, sounding unsure even as he proposed the idea.

".....well I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try," Kazuichi said, taking a random cake from a kitchen table.

"Then hurry it up," Fuyuhiko said, standing up and moving away from the microwave.

Kazuichi put it inside and closed the door.

A whirring sound could be heard and a myriad of colours flashed inside the microwave as they watched it apprehensively. The whirring stopped after a while but nothing else happened. Nagito hadn't come out of the microwave. His plan appeared to have failed.

A sudden fear gripped Hajime.

What if Nagito never returned?

"Ah.......it looks like the microwave isn't a too way thing," a raspy voice was heard. However this time it wasn't from the microwave but from behind them.

Shocked, they all turned around to see a slightly charred Nagito smiling his everlasting dead inside smile at them. However he appeared to be alive and otherwise fine, causing Hajime to jump up and grab his shoulders tightly.

"The hell happened?"

[The vague impression I got of the scientist was that they looked like....Raven (Ultimate Forensic Scientist aka my OC)]

(Raven istg what is happening with microwaves-)

For some reason, I imagined Nagito as a gooey blob of chicken-

[divinepunishment]

Wolfwood hurries to scarf down the last of his drink before hurrying to catch up to Livio, naturally drifting to his light nature as he follows. Nobody had been this nice to him before, outright smiled and kept his guard down. Only one guard had been before during the time with the Eye of Micheal- in the evening shifts. Occasionally he'd be given a little extra food, but otherwise the man had to remain stalwart lest others catch on.

It was strange feeling the wings behind him, feeling like a little butterfly or perhaps a moth as he follows along barefoot.

"I don't understand... Orchard? Isn't it too high up and too cold for fruit to grow up here?" He asks, brows pinching in confusion. "I was taught all provisions and fresh food come from the city grounds and the orchard there where the altitude won't harm the fruit?"

It seemed there was a alot that wasn't correct. The Eye of Micheal had him believe the god was a cruel and strict being, what little glimpses he'd seen in the past of a pure white being that kept his face mostly concealed with a hood not unlike his own.

His gaze flickers down to the great outside and down the mighty mountain top they sat on, the seat to the mountain range beyond that the Moon and Sun god owned. A vibrant bustling city that streched outwards, many spires and colourful buildings along rivers and the waterfalls that provided fresh water in this place. Everything seemed so small up here- small enough to see the beginnings of the desert in the wastelands that was losing the fight to nature.

How little did he really know? It was frankly blasphemy that people were touching the god without permission first, yet he'd reacted so warmly. Barely even told him off- even if his words seemed to draw his ire.

This home though... Despite the detailing along the walls and the frankly beautiful plantlife, it was a modest thing in areas. The courtyard was grand for appearances, he could tell that much. A place for the Moon God to recieve guests, the mosaic floor and silks tied along pillars saying as much as brazziers burnt eternally, the smell of incense constant along with the firepit. But beyond that, into the village itself...

Wolfwood's gaze turns now to the doors on the otherside of the courtyard, the entrace to the village itself that was kept off limits to the rest of the world. Decorated with sacred iconography.

What would it be like? To be in the domain of gods?

Livio is beaming, though Roberto's eyes watched the god go, narrowing as he'd watched the man grow sharper and sharper the more the newcomer spoke. He stood, groaning low as he did. "I'm off to check the hounds. You kids have fun." he huffed, flapping a hand before speaking softly with Meryl and heading out of the home. "Okay so there's a lot, but we'll start with the likely places you'll be. Everything else will.... Well, I'll need permission to show you." the man's on his feet already, downing the rest of his drink with ease before stepping into the open space of the main room. "We can start with the orchard. You'll likely be with us tomorrow so it's best to show you where to go and what to do. Then the bathing pools, though perhaps you'll have access to the private one." he's rattling off places as he moved to Meryl, ruffling her hair much to her protests before making for the door, pausing to patiently wait. "Oh, and the garden. There the foods of the earth grow and the herbs lay for the meals." he smiles broad, snatching the ruined gear and strapped it on, note stuck in it and everything.

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Unraveling in the Sheets

Genre: Fan Fiction

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, NSFW

Rating: M

Length: Short Story

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Spoiler Alert, there is smut. Be warned. It's there.

Also, I am no longer doing tags on posts. Since my list exceeds the tag limit. Please feel free to join the chat in place of the tag list.

Henry Cavill Master List

“How did you do it though?” Gliding the car into a free parking space, Henry glanced at Nell in the passenger's seat.

“How did I do what?” Eyeing him curiously, she tried to hide her gloating smile. She could be a terrible winner, even if she wasn't the winner, she had came ahead of Henry.

“You know what I mean, Nelly.”

He looked so silly, his new mustache curling when he laughed or smiled. Nell had to admit, if any man could wear the 'stache Henry did it well.

“Oh, you mean how did I suddenly leave your ass behind and finish nearly 50 positions ahead?” She laughed, crinkling her nose. “I told you, I've been working hard for this. Besides, you're too big. You move slower than I do. It's that simple. Maybe next year, you will finish ahead of me.”

“You're impossible.” Unbuckling his seat belt, Henry hurried to get out of the car and around to the other side, before Nell could open her own door. Nearly there, he frowned when she opened the door, stepping out of the Aston Martin. “You were supposed to let me open that.”

“I am supposed to do a lot of things that I do not.” Nell grabbed her hand bag. “I'll let you open the door, next time. You big dork.”

Henry was always the gentleman, even when Nell would rather rip his eyes out than speak to him in a civil manner. Not that she ever felt the former much, but on the rare occasion. Sometimes that's how things went for ex-lovers. The mid May air was growing cool, leaving a few goosebumps on Nell's exposed arms. She had expected to be back before now, which is why she'd left her sweater in the hotel.

“Well, happy late birthday. It was nice having dinner with your family. I've missed them.”

“They've missed you, too. I could tell that dad was happy you came along. He hasn't talked that much during a dinner since the last time you came over.” Henry smiled fondly. "I'm glad that you came, Nelly." Hands in his pockets, Henry sauntered along beside Nell. Approaching the main entrance, he held the door allowing her to enter. 

When he'd invited her for the weekend, he wasn't confident that she would come. Wrapped up in work, Nell didn't take too much time away from Dublin these days.

"It was a nice break from work." Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, Nell bit her bottom lip. "I know that you are busy, but do you have a few minutes to talk?"

"I always have time to talk with you." Scanning the hotel lobby, Henry tried to find a spot for them to sit and chat privately. "Should we have a seat at the bar?"

"We could, but I would really like to change. Do you mind coming up with me? We can just talk in the room. It's probably more comfortable anyway."

"Is this about the wild boy?"

"Isn't it always?" 

Laughing, Henry pushed the call button for the elevator. Their son was truly something else. One day he would surely take over the world; Henry could see that coming from the day he was born.  To say Ivan was Henry's pride and joy would be a massive understatement. He lived for their son. This weekend having Ivan, and Nell, in Jersey had been fantastic. A short glimpse of what life could have been. The ding of the elevator brought Henry back from his brief fantasy.

He and Nell had split up several years ago, there wasn't much chance she would feel the same as he did. Lost in the thoughts of happy little family. Allowing Nell to step onto the elevator first, Henry stood silently with his hands clasped in front of him.

“So, Ivan has been doing well in school?” He may as well get this under way.

“Define doing well,” Nell snickered. “I get a call nearly every day from his teacher. The woman is impossible, but knowing our son, he isn't making it easy for her.”

“I was like that in school. Right up until the day I left.” Henry shrugged. The elevator gently bumping to a stop, he stepped forward to hold the door for Nell.

Muttering a thank you, Nell dug for her key card, leading the way down the hall. She loved this hotel, it was the only one she stayed in, if she could help it, while visiting the Island. A great view of the water on one side, the other dazzling with a fantastic look out into the city. The first time she'd ever been to Jersey, she had stayed in the hotel and fell in love with the charm. There were days when that felt like a life time ago.

Opening the door, Nell paused to allow Henry in. “Have a seat. Anywhere you'd like. Sorry it's kind of a mess. I'm going to change.”

The hotel room was anything but a mess, minus the few sketch books that Nell had dropped on the bed. Always working. Henry took a seat on the edge of the king sized bed, casually glancing at the colour coded notes and designs that Nell had in one of the open sketch books. Costumes. A few notes detailed leather armor and Viking era clothing. She'd done well for herself, since he'd met her. The same shy costume apprentice hiding out on set of The Tudors, was now helping drive forward the details of Vikings.

In the bathroom, Nell pulled off her dress. The fabric had became clingy after a while and she needed to be more relaxed. Running shorts and a tshirt would do the trick. Sighing at her reflection, she bit her bottom lip glancing down at her top. The worn coral Nike tshirt was her favourite, it was showing the love and wear in a few spots. Perhaps she should have picked something less frumpy? She was a busy, single mom she didn't have to look the part. Ah fuck, who cared. Henry certainly wouldn't.

He was here to discuss their son, not flirt with her until she gave in to that smile. Or got lost in his eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes – the left with the flecks of brown. His charm alone was enough to make anyone weak in the knees. Damn it, she needed to get over it. He had moved on. She needed to do the same.

Blowing out a breath, Nell reached for the door, pausing when she heard Henry talking. His tone told her that he was speaking to Ivan. Quietly slipping out of the bathroom, she smiled.

“Hold on, just a sec.” He pushed the screen of his phone, allowing the speaker to connect. “Alright, wild boy. Say goodnight to your mum.”

“Mum, momma, mum.” Ivan's voice filled the room. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Ivan. Are you being a good boy?”

“Uh huh. I love you. Good night.”

“Good night, wild boy. I love you.”

“Night dad.”

“Good night, I love you. I'm going to be back soon, you go to bed and I will see you first thing in the morning.”

“Okay. Oh, dad, can Kal sleep in my room tonight?” Ivan was fond of the large black and white American Akita. Henry laughed.

“Of course he can. You and Kal go to bed, now.”

“Okay, bye.” A little too quickly, Ivan hung up the phone. Henry laughed at the eagerness, he would talk to his mother when he got back to the house. Making sure that Ivan and his dog had gone to bed as they were told, with no fuss.

"Can you believe he is growing this fast? My god where has that time gone?" Henry rubbed his hands against his face. His mustache and subtle stubble scratching his palms. 

"Time is a cruel mistress." Rubbing her hands on her shorts, Nell stood. "Drink? I have a bottle of Johnnie Walker." 

"Of course you do." Smirking, Henry shifted on the side of the bed. “I had a look at some of these designs, by the way. They're magnificent. My god, Nell, you are so talented.”

“You're saying that to be nice,”

Shaking his head, Henry accepted the glass, resting it on his knee. “No, I am saying it because its true. You are one of the most talented costumers that I had ever met. Are you enjoying the job?”

“I love it.” Nell smiled, leaning against the large wooden desk in the corner. “The work is great, the people are amazing, and Ivan is really enjoying it. I'm glad we went.”

“Good, that's good. He talks about it, a lot. He really seems to love being there. I'm glad. Once things settle, I am going to try and come visit. I kind of miss it, Dublin.”

“You should.” She smiled fighting the urge to scoff and roll her eyes. Henry was always busy. He'd make it to Dublin, when Hell froze over. “So, how is work coming on this new character.”

“I can't say much, but I can say that I will be happy when I can shave.” He rubbed the mustache expertly. “It's not as bad as some of the beards that I've had to grow, but it's not my favourite look.”

“You look good with a beard. I know you hate them, but you do.”

Leaning forward to set his glass on the bedside table, Henry licked the whiskey off of his lips. “I'm glad to have that compliment.”

“Sure.” Nell nodded, tipping her glass to finish the drink. “Another?”

“Uh, I'm good.” Henry motioned to his glass. Rubbing his hands across his jeans, he furrowed his brow. “I've been thinking, since I am fairly busy the next few months, what if I keep Ivan for a few extra days? Once you leave, I will take him back to London with me, until I have to go.”

Shifting on the bed, her face warm from the second glass of whiskey, Nell sniffled and cleared her throat. “What about school?”

“What about it? He isn't going to miss much, is he? They're nearly finished up and I don't know how long it will be, until I see him. Possibly not until Christmas.”

All he wanted was to spend a little time with his son, was that so hard? His next move would have to be calculated, Nell had been known to stat arguments over less. If Henry wanted to avoid a shouting match, he would have to go about this carefully. Reaching for his glass, he downed the remaining contents in one large gulp. Sighing.

“I want to hang out with him a little. It wouldn't be more than three days extra. Then you get some time alone, as well. Nell, I know that you need a bit of a break. You work so hard and take care of Ivan, please.”

“If you want to, then I suppose I can't really say no. What kind of mother would I be, if I didn't let you see him?”

“Don't say things like that, please.” Henry reached out, his hand taking hers. Gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. “You are a wonderful mum. You know that.”

“Sometimes, I feel like I could do better. I really do.” Nell shrugged, allowing Henry to continue holding her hand.

“All parents feel that way, I am sure. I know that I feel like that, all the time. I guess it's natural, always wanting to do better, to be better, for our children.”

There he went again. There were times when Nell could not stand to be near him, other times she wanted to be as close as possible. Damn it. Watching him talk about Ivan and the few extras days they would be together, Henry's eyes lit up. His smile broad and the enthusiasm in his voice was one that dictated proud father. Nell nodded, only because she felt it was appropriate to the conversation.

Henry continued to chatter about how he wanted to take Ivan to a new exhibit at the Natural History Museum, in London. Leave it to the father and son, finding a day at the museum to be high on the list of fun. Nell sighed, continuing to half listen, half gaze at Henry in awe. One thing she loved – well love could be a strong word – adored? Enjoyed? About Henry was how much he loved Ivan.

Mid sentence about some Sir David Attenborough documentary that he'd watched with Ivan; Nell couldn't help it any longer. Leaning in, without warning, she grabbed Henry's face turning it to her and kissing him. Lips connecting, she stopped and jumped back as if hit by an electric shock.

Clearing his throat, Henry rubbed the back of his neck, but not pulling back. “I didn't know that the National Geographic was that exciting.”

“I'm sorry.” Hiding her face in her hands, Nell shook her head. Oh that had been a mistake. She had absolutely no right. None. Henry was crazy, if he didn't get up right now and walk out. If he was angry, then she deserved that.

Blushing, Nell shook her head. “Henry, I shouldn't have.”

“I'm certainly not going to complain.” He shrugged, leaning in his arm sliding around her shoulder. Nell glanced up, getting the nerves to look at him. Oh she had fucked up. “Next time, I would like some warning though.”

“Warning? Next time?”

“Hmm, yes. Kind of like this, close your eyes.” Henry instructed pulling her closer and kissing her. Nell sighed her body melting against him. She loved the way his lips felt on hers. Soft, with a slight force.

Straddling his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, Nell's fingers laced together. Her lips leaving his, tracing along his jaw, nearing the sweet spot below his ear. A slight nip and he was an unraveling mess. Henry nuzzled his face into her hair, she smelled amazing. Comforting and warm. A groan erupted from deep in his throat, as predicted she had gone straight for that spot.

“Nell, Nell,” Henry cleared his throat, holding her at arm's length, “Janelle, stop.” Looking for any sort of sign that she truly felt that this wasn't a good idea, he sucked in a breath. “Are you sure about this? Because if we continue, I won't stop until...”

“I am.” She nodded firmly, “I don't want you to stop. I don't want to stop. Oh god, Henry. Please.”

“I need to know that you truly, absolutely want to do this.”

“If you don't stop talking and bend me over, I am going to kick you out and do this myself. Please, stop talking. If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have started it.”

A deep rumbling laugh followed, Henry rolled his eyes. God, she was something else. Who was he to deny a gorgeous woman what she wanted? Would this come back to haunt him? Probably. Did he care? Not much. Come morning they would once again go their separate ways, but that didn't matter right now. Right now, he could pretend that he had everything he wanted. And what he wanted was her.

Pulling her to him, Henry kissed her hard. Nell moaned, the force of the kiss was nearly dizzying. Arms around his neck, she rubbed her body against his, trying to grasp the friction that was created when she started to grind herself against his thighs.

“Henry,”

“Hold on, you need patience.” He brushed a bit of hair out of her face, “all in good time.”

Nell squealed when he stood, her legs desperately scrambling to hold onto him. In a futile attempt she huffed, when he let her go, standing in front of him pouting. Unbuttoning his shirt, Henry smirked giving her a heated stare. “Well, are you going to get on the bed or make me do all the work? Shorts off.”

Sliding the mesh shorts down her ass and along her legs, Nell made a bit of a show letting them pool at her feet. Stepping out, as slowly as possible, while lifting the old tshirt from her body. Allowing it to go where it would, as she dropped it. Sitting back on the bed, she could feel her heart in her throat and her stomach where her heart should be.

“Lie back.” Henry instructed, kneeling at the edge of the bed. Arms around her thighs, guiding her to him, he studied her for a moment. She was trembling as his fingers slid across her thighs, positioning her in just the right way.

“Oh god, Hen-Henry.” Nell's mouth was suddenly dry and her voice hoarse. His hot breath between her legs was tormenting her, in unimaginable ways. In anticipation she bucked her hips forward, trying to clench her thighs. Holding her knees with his shoulders, Henry chuckled.

“Eager.”

“Please.”

“You are...” He lingered, kissing the inside of her leg. “Gorgeous. Look at you.” He brushed his thumb against her. Nell whimpered trying to push further. “Hold on, hold on.”

“Why are you teasing me?”

“Because I want to enjoy the view, for a moment.” He shrugged, her legs lifting gently. A hand on her lower abdomen, as if holding her in place, he used the other to gently tease and trace along her calf. Without warning, his lips attached to the most sensitive part of her body with his mustache adding an extra sensation, Nell bucked her hips hard, shoving his face further between her thighs.

Nell's head was swimming, it had been a while since she'd felt this good from such an act. Sure, she'd had the odd date here and there, semi-serious relationships, but nobody could do this the way Henry could. He was a fucking magician, she was certain of it. Humming against her mound, Henry couldn't hide the laughter in his eyes, when she began to squirm and wiggle against his face. She was desperate and he was going to prolong this as much as he could.

Sucking her clit, his tongue generously lapping at her, he thoroughly enjoyed the show. Pushing his head as far down as she could, Nell was nearly in tears each time he leaned in, his mustache tickling in just the right way. Oh god, she gasped trying hard to find release. Henry was cunning, backing off at the right moments.

“Henry,” She whined, threading her fingers through his hair. “Don't tease me, I really need you to finish.”

“Stop being so impatient.” He was teasingly stern. Pushing her hands away, he locked his fingers with hers, holding them at her side. Lifting his head, he smirked, kissing up her body ending with another dizzying kiss. Nell sucked on his tongue, freeing her hands from his, she tugged him closer, pulling at fistfuls of hair.

Cleaning herself from his tongue and lips, she sighed. “I'm going to need more than that.”

“You're sure?” Henry paused, holding his weight on his forearms, resting above her. His jeans still on, he could feel the strain against the denim.

“Jeans, off.” She demanded, sitting up to watch. Shivering against the slight chill, her breasts on display giving him the perfect view of her erect nipples. Nell blushed under his gaze. She was not the tight, toned, and perky body she once was. She wasn't out of shape, by any means, but compared to Henry...

“You are gorgeous.” Henry complimented, his jeans on the floor, boxers being pushed down to join them. Stepping out of his pants, he stood at the side of the bed, in all his glory.

Nell licked her lips, reaching out to take him in her hand. Hissing under her touch, Henry involuntarily bucked his hips forward into her hand. Rubbing the head, Nell intently watched Henry while she leaned in taking him fully in her mouth.

“Fuck, Nelly.”

“Hmm,” She hummed, sliding her head back along his length. Hand wrapped around him, stroking in place of her mouth. Bobbing her head back down, she swirled her tongue around the base. He nearly choked her the first time she'd ever gone down on him. Oh how long ago that felt.

Dragging her tongue against his length, she felt her core tighten, with each moan Henry gave. His slight salty taste mixed with the aftertaste of the Johnnie Walker, Nell inhaled deeply through her nose, hollowing her cheeks around him. Gripping the back of her head, Henry tried to not force her too hard, as he began to guide her movement.

Happy to go along with what he needed to feel good, Nell allowed him control over her guidance. Her finger nails grazing the back of his thighs, she mentally checked the small victory when he threw his hips forward at the sensation of her wrapped around him and her nails on his skin.

“Good girl,” Henry mumbled, his head lulling back, his chest rising rapidly. “Keep it up, just like that. Oh shit,”

Nell's chest swelled a little, she could still make him feel good, even after all of this time apart. That was not something she would take lightly, even if this shouldn't be happening. Oh fuck, who cared? They were two consenting adults. Henry's legs quivered, his hands unsteady stroking the back of her head.

“Nell,”

“Hmm?” She glanced up at him. His face soft and his jaw slack, she could feel him tightening. The perfect time to stop her actions. “Not yet,” She smirked, wiping her hand across her chin, drool gone. “Fair is fair.”

“Jesus,” Henry grumbled. He had been so fucking close, the knot in the pit of his stomach clenched Slowing his breathing, he took a moment to think of anything else. Laundry? Running? How much longer until he had to renew his passport?

“Henry?”

“Yeah?” He snapped his head to look at Nell.

“Are we going to stand here all night, or...” She shrugged, a devious smirk on her face. Laying back on the bed, she curled her finger beckoning him to her.

“You're still sure about this?” Henry asked. His eyes on her, waiting to see if she had any hint of doubt or hesitation.

“I don't have a condom, but I'm clean. It's not like I'm getting pregnant, so....” If she were to get pregnant, there was going to be on hell of a hefty lawsuit against that surgeon.

“You're sure? I know that I'm...but I don't have.”

“if you don't want to, then I understand.”

“I do, though, but...”

Nell shook her head. “No buts. If you want me, then I'm yours.”

“Fuck, you're making this hard.”

Giggling, Nell glance down. “I think we're beyond things being hard.”

His body betraying him, Henry cleared his throat, she certainly had a point. Fuck it. What did they have to lose? Unless this, some how, came back to bite them. No, no he had to stop that. Give in, enjoy what was happening. It had been too long since he'd been able to watch her in such bliss. Bliss that he was responsible for.

“You're sure?”

Nell nodded siting up, opening her arms, “Come here.”

On the edge of the bed, Henry sighed, his large frame leaning into her. Nell held him for a moment, stroking his hair, the feel of his warmth against her sent shivers through her spine. Pushing him back on the bed, she bit her bottom lip, waiting for the go ahead. Henry gave her a slight nod, adjusting himself on the bed to get comfortable. Straddling his hips, Nell lifted herself to slowly take him.

Sheathing him inch by inch, Nell groaned at the fullness. This was her favourite part, taking him to the end, feeling him stretch her. Rocking her hips forward, she countered the motion sliding them back in the same tantalizing pace. Henry held her hips, pushing his up to meet her. Nell squeaked and giggled. She loved the way he hit all the right spots.

“You can touch me, don't be shy.” Nell winked, lifting her arms and crossing them above her head, allowing him a full view of her breasts. “Go on.” She encouraged.

His large hands cupping her breasts, Henry softly rolled her hardening nipples between his fingers, giving on a slight flick when she moved herself up on his length. Close to letting him slide out, she moved back down, her ass grinding against him.

The way her body moved against his was mesmerizing. Massaging her supple skin, from her breasts down her sides, one hand settling on her ass and the other on her hip. Henry loved the shape, even if she had changed a little since having Ivan. God she was stunning.

Hastening her pace, Nell rocked back and forth, up and down. Henry closed his eyes feeling every bit of movement, each clench. Taking in the sounds of her breathing, mixed with his, her small moans not going unnoticed.

“Henry,” She whispered, biting her bottom lip, leaning forward to touch her lips against his. “Please,”

Without having to be asked twice, he moved swiftly, turning them over to pin her beneath him. Nell sighed and stretched her arms over her head, the pull of her muscles caused another shiver. Her head now against the pillow, she reached, tracing the lines of his face with her fingertip.

“I don't know that I can be as slow as you were.” Henry nipped her finger. Holding back on his desire to pound her into the bed.

“Then don't.” Nell batted her eye lashes at him.

Somehow that was all he needed, that tiny bit of permission. Picking up the pace, Henry grunted. Nell moaned drawing her knees upward, allowing him an even better vantage to this position. As if the pent up emotions from the last few years, hours, minutes had been released the couple were lost in the sensation of skin on skin. The feeling of sparks and electricity coursing through them. Connecting them.

“Fuck, Janelle.” Henry hissed, his arm locked into position on either side of her head, keeping him from tumbling on top of her.

“Henry,” She squealed splaying her hands against his chest, tugging at the soft hairs. “Oh god. Please, don't stop. My god, oh fuck.”

“You are fucking amazing. Fuck, look at you.” Kissing her roughly, he sighed, steadying his pace. His hips slapping hers, Nell shook slightly her soft sobs of pleasure were enough to send him to an end.

Shaking with pleasure, Nell gasped trying to bring herself down from the high. Henry moaned, his head back and chest heaving. It had been a while since he had felt that good. Nell laid with her legs hooked around his thighs, no desire to move. Collapsing with his head on her chest, Henry allowed his body to rest. Sweaty and sticky, they laid tangled together. Neither one wanting to break the feeling.

Dosing in and out, Nell was the first to move. Her body growing heavy with Henry still on top of her. She needed to move, before seizing up. Pushing his head to the side, she giggled and kissed the tip of her nose when he lazily looked up.

“I need to pee,”

“Hmph.” Henry nodded, slowly rolling over. Allowing her to escape. Laying flat on the bed, while she scurried off to the bathroom, Henry pushed himself up off of the bed. He should be getting back to his parents, back to Ivan.

All thoughts of moving were squashed, when Nell came back, climbing in beside him. Her clothes still on the floor. Her body was comforting against his. “Hi,” she whispered, sliding in under his arm.

“Nell?” Henry laid with his arm around her shoulder.

“Huh?” Nell grunted, her face buried in his chest.

“I should head back.”

“If you want to. You can stay, I don't mind.” Nell yawned. Her eyes closing.

“Okay, but only for a little while.” Henry agreed, closing his eyes. In a few minutes, he would get up, shower, and head back.

With a start, Henry woke, a loud banging noise rattling him. Looking around the dark room, he squinted to find the source of the noise. Hearing someone whispering at a distance, Henry laid in bed, listening. Against him, Nell stirred, but didn't wake. Someone in the hall was talking, no doubt they had been the source of the banging. He had fell asleep, Nell wrapped against him.

Looking at his watch, Henry frowned. 4am. If he left right now, he could be back before anybody woke. If he left now, he risked Kal barking and waking the house. If he waited, he would risk walking in and having to explain himself to one or more person. Of course he could tell them that he'd ran into some old friends, had some drinks and stayed on a sofa somewhere. Too drunk to drive.

Shifting in bed, Nell sighed, her arm around his waist she snuggled in closer. She was content, who was Henry to try and disturb her sleep? He would wait an hour or two, before he made his departure. So what if he waltzed in, being faced by one of his brothers, or even his mother. He was an adult, if he wanted to stay out all night enjoying the company of a fantastic woman, then he would do just that.

Kissing the top of Nell's head, Henry smiled, sinking down further into the covers, closing his eyes.

Tag List Chat

[pigeonwhumps]

🥺✨🤲💔

Thanks for the ask!

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

When a caretaker just instinctively gives something to the whumpee or takes care of them in a way that to them is basic and obvious, but Whumpee doesn't understand why or just isn't used to it. Something simple. It's especially good when caretaker realises that.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Argh. Compliments. You had to hit me with this one didn't you?

Okok. So I think I'm pretty good at writing characters being soft with each other. Well, after there's been angst, obviously – even if it's just hinted at, they can't be soft for no reason!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Hmm... I can't choose, so I'm sharing two. Both are for Phoenix, covering roughly the same event (one set during the recovery, one near the start). They're set after Phoenix joins Kai's team.

CWs: Restraints, muzzle, imprisonment

"Why are you restraining them so much?" asks Kai indignantly as Villain's henchmen fit a strange metal and cloth mask over the lower half of Phoenix's head, fastening it tightly behind their head. It's a gag of some sort, or a muzzle, although there's something about it that makes Kai more uneasy than a regular gag would. "The rest of us don't have anything like that."

"The rest of you didn't escape my old base and then blow the place sky-high. You can be restrained like that too if you like though, I have more." He looks around at them and chuckles at the badly-concealed looks of surprise. "What? You didn't know? Firebird, you didn't tell them about our lovely time together? I'm hurt. Anything to say now?" Phoenix glares at Villain, unable to do anything else. "Oh well. You'll work it out. Now." He claps his hands together and smiles. "I'll leave you all to settle in. If you so much as touch any of Firebird's restraints, Wolfman, I'll make them regret it. Enjoy the showers!" Phoenix's face drains of colour, and Villain gives them one last smirk before sauntering off.

As soon as Villain's gone Kai hurries over to Phoenix, sliding down to his knees in front of them. "Can you breathe okay like that?" Phoenix nods. "Good. Now, I know what Villain said, but do you want me to try and loosen anything?" They shake their head vigorously. "Okay. Okay. Lean on me, that's it. I'm not going to ask you what happened before, don't worry. If you want to tell us, you can do so after we get out." Phoenix nods again.

"Are they okay?" asks Santhiya frantically from across the room, and Kai looks up to see all three of their teammates clutching the bars of their call, trying to see Phoenix.

"They're okay. Well, they will be, they're not injured. And you can talk to them, there's nothing blocking their ears."

"You did a great job back there," says Teammate, gesturing to his face, which despite having been uncovered still looks like he's wearing a mask. "And I still want to know how you learned to do that."

CWs: Medical setting, past torture

"I wish I'd been tortured instead of Kai," murmurs Phoenix, stroking Mr Frosty's fur. "But mainly that's so I wouldn't have had to watch. Maybe that makes me selfish. What do you think, Mr Frosty?"

"Mr Frosty thinks you shouldn't be so hard on yourself," croaks a voice from the bed, and Phoenix looks up, heart in their throat, to see Kai squinting at them.

"Kai! You're awake! Oh." They press a small red button on the side of Kai's bed. "Aaron said to call someone if you woke."

"How long have I been out?"

"Not sure," replies Phoenix quietly, "I was unconscious too for some of it."

Kai tries to sit up, a concerned look on his face, but he can't manage it. "You were out? Are you okay, what happened?"

"Dehydration, mostly. I'm fine. The rest of the team's fine, Kai. It's you we're worried about." Kai's gaze flickers to the IV line in their arm and then back to their face, and they sigh. Can't Kai ever miss anything? "I'm... struggling to drink, after... well. It's simpler this way." Phoenix hesitates, and then reaches out a hand hopefully, laying it on top of Kai's uninjured one. Kai turns his over and squeezes it gently.

Kai's hand is rough, and warm, and large, and it fills Phoenix with relief, to be able to hold it openly again.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Well... I'm not sure there's a finished work that broke my heart. But I have several WIPs with Sam and Lucan that do (Sam's reactions are excellent at causing that).

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Elara : 🍰😰✍️

Vivian : 🚫🎒🙉

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Ohoh, thank you. 🤣

Elara : 🍰😰✍️

🍰: what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

According to the icon, I'd think the question is about food? So let's dive into Ela's bad tastes over food. She might be my OC with the more sugary tooth and it's a problem to me, because I hate it, haha. When she isn't stuffing herself with Mon Cal food, she could spend a whole day on baked goods only. Not candies even if she likes them too, but more like pastries and pies, biscuits and honeyed stuff. Except for things made with that Rhapon shit. (I'm with her on that front…) Oh, and she likes Naboo wine too, because some of them are really sugary… and if I'm to believe her, it's great with — you guessed it — pastries ! But also, with Shaak pot roast. (Something to do with the carrots…)

😰: when my muse is stressed, how do they act out?

Stressed? 🙃 Nah, ok. When she's stressed, Ela tends to internalise it, to be stiff and ready for action, whether it's about repairing something, or just moving cargo in a hurry, flying danger, or fighting it. But no matter is the reason of her stress, she will suddenly be hard focused on it, and a solution. Also, she fidgets a lot with the various trinkets she often have in her pockets or, when they were long and loose, she used to munch on strands of her hair.

✍️: does my muse have a learning disability?

First of all, ✨FUCK YOU✨. Second, and according to her mom, she had a hard time learning her colours. But, if you ask her, it's just because it's boring and useless. She knows her colours but she couldn't identify nuanced hues because she doesn't give a shit. Blue is blue or most-skies-colour, something that looks red will be reddish even if it's brown or violet, green is green, and orange is angry-yellow (or maybe gold, if she's willing to make a difference). That's why she's a poodoo mechanic (dixit Jox, not me!).

Vivian : 🚫🎒🙉

🚫: what is one thing my muse wouldn’t want someone else to know about them?

… everything she did in the park post Escalante gala. 😰

🎒: what was my muse’s worst subject in school?

History, I'd say. And sometimes Literature. And having to play sports she doesn't like too. Give that girl a glove or a bat and she will run happily across your diamond for hours at hands. Or let her skate on that ice with friends or her music in her earpods and you'll have to drag her by force out of the stadiums.

🙉: what are two things that make my muse uncomfortable in conversation?

Maintaining eye contact for too long, and being asked question about her in general. She'd rather bob her head in silence while you talk her hear off.

Ask my OCs flaws!

[ded-inside-and-outside]

I've seen many posts with TMP OCs, so I thought, why not? I am not a good artist, but I love knitting and writing, so here it is.

Name: BFFs

Colours: black and white. The ghost shines with celadon color.

Sound after an answer: cackle.

Activation: press the button "Hell for the two" in game settings.

Answers: right - 1000$, one right - 500$ + punishment, wrong - 0$ + punishment.

[REDACTED]'s words after greetings but before audience description: "I guess it was a bad idea to use this doll, but you know what? Who cares, it's your burden now. Two players control one body, which means if one of you messes up, both will be punished. But you will get 500$ for each correct answer.

You know what else is double? Your punishment. Only in several rooms, though. Stay twice as cautious. Get it? I have a plenty of these puns. You know? TWICE the amount you can bear!". The host laughs hysterically laughs after that but almost immediately stops and shifts attention to the audience.

Two right answers in a row -> killing room after the third question, even if others didn't answer.

Random phrases, when [REDACTED] speaks in the elevator: "I used the scarf that my auntie gifted me. I felt sick, whenever I wore it, so I made the doll. Wasn't a change for the better".

"Thought by this time you'd be screaming at each other. Another disappointing day".

Killing rooms:

Chalices, Mirror (should be the same correct answer), Pegs, Phones, Tattoos (the sum of the votes): pair task, both should do.

Donations, Greed, Math, Rules: pair task + arithmetical mean from the score.

Dictation, Dumb Waiters, Gifts, High Rollers, Lock & Key, Loser Wheel, Mind Meld, Password, Quisplash, Scratch Off, Skewers, Skull Dice, Escape Room: random player.

If there are three correct answers in a row:

"I get a double headache because of you. It's time to reconsider your behaviour, since you're such great buddies".

"You think two heads are better than one? Don't even dream about it!".

"Three questions with three correct answers? Sounds like cheating to me. Which requires a punishment".

If both players survived: "You remind me of Aloysius and myself. We walked side by side and made a history together. But don't think that I'll spare you because of that". After that the finale begins.

Final round: only same answers are taken in account (1,2 and 1,3 -> 1, for example).

If both players made zero mistakes or gave a wrong answer only once, the plushie changes for a single-headed rooster. [REDACTED] says: "Unexpected. A-anyways lets return to business". Then the same line from the normal survival.

If the changed plush wins, we witness the cutscene. We see the backroom of the scene, where the same doll is sitting on the box for sawing, a double-sided saw, covered in blood, is sticking out of its slot. We hear two people angrily whispering to each other. It's Aloysius and [REDACTED]. Instead of the second name we hear audible interference. Aloysius blames the younger host for being immature since he whimpers about the deaths and the police and says it was a mistake to take a college student with him. Then the cousin orders [REDACTED] to hurry up and assures him that the host will improve his abilities in killing in no time. Then there are police siren's sound and a stomp of two pairs of legs.

After that we return to reality. The winner is in the hospital. We don't see the host but hear him:

"It's hard to escape the past, isn't it? Congratulations, you won, but to survive you have to answer one last question: "Who am I?".

When the last players are choosing the answer, the host continues:

"You don't know my name, but you learned a lot about my past. My family, my hobbies, my sense of humour, my job. So, am I even a human in your opinion?" (It's hard to win with this character, so the players must have played many games before).

Answers:

●disgusting creature, that doesn't deserve to live.

●a horrible sibling, who ashamed his own family.

●a lost person, who made many mistakes, but who can still confess.

●a weeping loser, who achieved nothing in life.

Any answer would lead to him saying the players are wrong. After all of them, except for the third one, the players die.

Third answer makes [REDACTED] become silent for some moments. Then he chuckles and discards players' assumption: "You are either crazy or too naive for your own good. There is no point in killing someone who didn't learn their life lessons. Get out of here. Your presence have already ruined my mood for a week".

We see a newspaper, where "the killer is still in run", no matter what the choice we made. If players survive, their plushie apears in the newspaper. If not, we see remnants of the hotel in the photo.

Interesting fact: first victims, who tried this plushie survived with 5 wrong answers. They had Grandpa's glasses, but pulled through as a ghost in the final round.

It's a purely fan-made concept. The game, characters and the original lore belongs to Jackbox Games. Only this character and the written above description belongs to me.