#the ice cream incident? something i want to forget

[chrollogy]

what inspired you to write ‘from me to you’ ?

LABDKAKAJSS very good question nonnie 😎

apart from my love for one miya atsumu, i wanted to make a fool out of myself and loosely share some bizarre (not really) life events through a fic series—

and also because i’ve been meaning to write a series that just makes you go ‘AAAAAAAAAAA’ and all that 😭 i can’t describe it but you know those soft movies/animes that make you so so emotional and has the ability to pull at your heartstrings? yeah 🙂‍↕️

[hairmetal666]

"But why is he here all the time," he whines to Robin. She doesn't like him much, but Scoops is empty, and what else is he supposed to do? Not speak to her at all?

"Why do you care what Eddie Munson is doing at the mall."

"I don't care." He scoffs, rolls his eyes. "He's just always here. Doesn't he have anything better to do?"

"Do you?"

"He doesn't work here."

"Haven't seen you doing a lot of work here, Steve."

"You spent forty minutes yesterday drawing on your sneakers."

She shakes her head, but doesn't say anything because he's right and she knows it.

He goes back to staring at Munson, sitting on the edge of the fountain. He's relaxed back, legs spread, looking like he owns the place. The way he's leaning, his t-shirt rides up, showing a tantalizing glimpse of pale skin and the lightest dusting of hair. He doesn't remember his mouth being so dry before.

"You're such an idiot." Robin smacks herself down beside him. "Eddie's a good guy. Is this just because he's the freak and you're King Steve?"

"No!" He says it too loud, a few people in the foodcourt turn to stare. "I'm not that guy anymore. That's all just--" he flaps his hand, can't find the words.

She makes a disbelieving noise, eyes narrow. "I'll never forgive you if you hurt him."

Robin stomps off to the backroom before he can stop her, tell her he doesn't want to hurt Munson.

One of Eddie's friends says something that has Eddie stretching back to hear, pulling his shirt higher, flashing the dark line of a tattoo, and that's too much, that has him slamming his eyes closed, rubbing at his brow but all he can think is--

cold cinder block at his back, hot mouths and fumbling hands and long, deft fingers; desperate, bitten off moans; hands fisted into long curls; the hot, bittersweet taste of him

It was only a handful of times, quick encounters in the locker room, once under the bleachers in the gym. And Steve, he'd never--it didn't mean anything, but it meant everything, and Eddie's been all he can think of for months.

A group of middle school girls comes in, then, and he forgets about Munson as he scoops ice cream and blends milkshakes. The next time he looks to the fountain, Eddie is gone

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Steve cleans up the remnants of a dropped milkshake at the store entrance, and his shorts are a little too tight, okay, he can feel the way they pull around his hips when he bends too much, but he has to clean the tile before the rush starts and customers complain. There's one spot, though, it's already dried, has to really put his back into it.

The food court is crowded by the time he finishes, bustling with customers. He turns to grab the bucket, and stops dead in his tracks. Munson sits on one of the built-in planters directly behind him. He was staring at Steve's polyester clad ass, but now his eyes travel up Steve's body, getting darker with desire as they go.

He's trapped in place by the force of Eddie's gaze, by the want there. They stare at each other in silence, Steve's blood thumping a vigorous rhythm.

The moment breaks when Robin's voice, calling his name, catches his attention. He turns back to his work without a word, but inside he's reeling.

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Steve's opening alone, comes out from the back, and there Eddie is, lounging on the fountain rim with a magazine in hand. It's been a couple of days since he's been around, not since the incident. He watches as Munson languidly flips through the pages, seeming not to have a care in the world, and he--

Well, he's never really had to wait around for something he wants.

He stalks over to the fountain, stops when the tips of his sneakers touch the toes of Eddie's boots. And, yeah, he's in his dorky sailor outfit, but Munson didn't seem to mind the other day. Steve thinks maybe he likes it.

"Munson," he says. His hands are on his hips.

Eddie looks up, slow, taking Steve in. He leans back further, crosses his legs at the ankle. "Harrington."

They stare at each other. Steve starts biting his lip. Not as a move--he's nervous, suddenly, that all of this is a waste and Eddie isn't interested--but Munson's gaze hooks on his mouth, lingers, like a warm caress.

Steve's never initiated things between them before, isn't sure if it's working. He takes the chance, though, starts walking away.

He crosses through the seating area, past the counter, into the back, doesn't know for sure if Eddie is following until the door doesn't close right away behind him.

There's a single beat of a second where they watch each other and neither moves, before Eddie is on him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him into the wall.

"What the fuck is this, Harrington, huh?" They're close enough for their noses to touch. "You ignore me for months and now--"

"You're here all the fucking time," he snaps back. "Sitting in the same spot like you own the place."

"So, I'm not allowed to be at the mall now?" Eddie sneers. "God forbid I'm in sight of the king."

Steve tries to pull away. "That's not what this is, and you know it."

"Then what is it, Stevie? Spell it out for me real slow to make sure I understand." He leans in, a little, and Steve stops breathing.

Eddie's lips brush his, a gentle press that isn't quite a kiss, not yet. His knees go weak, the wall at his back the only thing holding him up, but the kiss doesn't deepen. Instead, Eddie steps back, laughs. "You think I'm this easy, sweetheart? That you can lure me with your little sailor costume and I'll come without a fight?"

"Am I wrong?"

Eddie scoffs, turns his head, and Steve thinks he overplayed it, that his misread everything.

"Fuck you, Harrington." Eddie grabs him, then, hands fisting into his sailor shirt. "Fuck you and this stupid, sexy outfit. Fuck you for knowing this would work on me."

His mouth presses against Steve's throat, and he moans, clinging to Eddie's jacket.

"Listen to you, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs. "Making all those desperate, pathetic sounds for me. Almost like you missed me or something."

"I did." He groans as Eddie's mouth moves along his jaw. "Missed you so much, haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

Eddie sinks his teeth into Steve's cheek, and he has to stifle his shout. He's harder than he can remember ever being before, thinks he could come just from the feel of Eddie's teeth in his skin.

"That's not what you told Billy," Eddie says. "When he almost caught us."

"I didn't want him to hurt you," he gasps. "I--I didn't want him to have a reason."

Eddie pulls away, Steve grasping after him. "I can handle Hargrove."

"He hit me in the head with a plate." Steve points to the small scar on his forehead. "That's how I got that concussion last year."

"Oh," Eddie blinks. He cards his fingers through Steve's hair, pulling it out of the way to see the scar better. "Sweetheart. I thought--" he swallows, throat working. "I--I keep coming here to see you. I wanted--"

His hand falls to Steve's neck, drawing him in. For a second, Steve thinks it's another tease, but Eddie does kiss him this time. It's deep, desperate, so thorough he thinks Eddie's memorizing the taste of him. He doesn't want it to ever stop, not for a second.

Outside, someone starts hammering on the counter bell, shouting for service.

They slip apart, Eddie still gently cradling the back of Steve's neck. "Come over tonight?" Eddie's eyes are so dark, wanting, he could drown in them.

"Yes." Because there is no other answer.

He lets Eddie out the back door just as Robin yells from the front, "Harrington! We have a customer! I haven't clocked in yet!"

"Be right there," he yells back, but not fast enough that she doesn't catch a glimpse of Eddie slipping out.

She whirls to him, brow in an angry furrow. "Steve! I told you not to hurt him!"

He can't stop his smile. "Buckley, I promise you, Munson can take care of himself."

[nymphea0]

Monsters and His Love

Oneshot Story

Yan! Leon winston x reader

Warning : Mentions Of smoke, Force power, light mature scene, Torture scene, Bloods, Cropse body.

Be careful with what you read, minors are prohibited from reading this.

Manhwa : Try Begging

: Adult Manhwa (19+)

Author: Libenia | 리베냐

Artist: ABYSS

Word Count : 2,9K Word.

Hallo.. is neva agains, hope your days fine and good, so soon i will update some long story in Quotev, i will share the links if the story was half done made, so keep wait love🦋🦋.

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story, love.- Neva🦋🦋

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Captain Leon Winston, a vulgar monster clothed in the skin of a stoic and elegant noble. He was a pathetic bastard who only raged at the smell of blood from the torture chamber.

Leon, has been through many things in his life, starting from the death of his father, to a spy who doubles as his maid, Sally Bristol or her real name is Grace Riddle.

Everything that Leon goes through must always be with Grace. Leon will probably always talk about, Sally this and Sally that.

You, you are the daughter of Marquess Von Alderve from the Alvonseh family, the Alderve region.

The Marquis family and the Count family have had a relationship for a long time, Closeness like friends.

From the results of that relationship, it spread to the present, You and Leon.

You and Leon are childhood friends until now, You went through hard times together, But all that changed when you accidentally saw Leon kissing a little girl at a summer resort, having eyes between blue and green, so contrasting, Turquoise eyes, even Leon shared the ice cream he bought especially for the girl.

Since that little incident when you were little, you were not as close as before with Leon.

You could not possibly forget that girl, until you met her again, who doubled as Leon's maid.

Leon did many things, since he was a captain, and a noble, there were many things he could do, but all of that only ended with him covered in blood in the torture room from the victims or Leon called it a wild rat or something from the lower class.

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'Puk'

You put down the newspaper you were reading, again... the issue of the nobility and the revolutionary army faction.

Drinking tea disinterestedly, you looked out the window of your room, now you have entered the mature age of 21 years.

Even Leon was engaged to the grand duke's daughter, Rosalind, though you weren't sure if he even cared about the relationship, since he was so obsessed with Sally or... his enemy's spy.

'Tak'

'Tak'

'Tak'

Damn!, you knew right away whose shoes and footsteps were those!, Leon!.

The man you least wanted to meet!.

Your relationship wasn't as close as it used to be, yes when you were still children, you fell in love with him, with Leon, a normal, sweet boy, but that changed from the incident at the summer resort, to the same girl you saw at the resort doubled as Leon's maid.

You saw more and more that there was no chance there, even when you saw how unenthusiastic Leon was with his fiancée, Rosalind.

So since you were 11 years old, you had made the right decision not to get close and fall in love with Leon.

"What were you thinking that seriously?"

A deep baritone voice right beside you, you could even feel his warm breath on your ear and neck.

It must have always been like that, Leon since he was little, always like that, talking in your ear or just an inch of your face.

"No, just thinking about hospital matters nothing more"

Leon looked at you from the side, you were beautiful, very beautiful in Leon's eyes, your bright purple eyes, hair as dark as night, really made him want to do bad things to you.

No, not now, not yet.

Sitting right in front of you, taking the glass of tea you were drinking, he drank it as if it was no big deal.

You just stared at him uncertainly, but you let him.

Only Leon was a stranger who could easily enter and exit your room, well it's always been like that since long ago.

"Why don't you want to join me? It'll be safer if you're beside me, you know that right?"

His arms were crossed, looking at you, with his usual look, his hair that was always neatly arranged really showed a captain and a noble.

"I'm not interested in joining the noble faction or even the revolutionary faction, both have a greater impact than profit"

Looking towards the window, not wanting to look at the person in front of you.

"You know that-"

You cut off Leon who hadn't finished speaking.

"I might as well get married soon, since father died, mother insisted on marrying me to one of the nobles"

You didn't see Leon's expression, thinking he was just giving a disinterested reaction, too bad, Leon's expression was the expression when he found out that his maid Sally Bristol was a spy, Grace Riddle or the expression when he was betrayed.

Betrayed and in pain!.

"Do you accept it?"

His tone wasn't as friendly as before.

"I'm still thinking about it, I don't think it's a bad idea"

Leon looked at you who seemed, or very uninterested in interacting with him, since when were you like this?

Asking once again, Leon looked straight at your face.

"From which family?"

"Not really sure, but I think from the Earl noble family"

Earl nobles, Nobles with hereditary titles who still have the same blood as the royal family.

"Is that so..."

That was the last sentence before Leon go  from your marquess residence.

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"ARGGH!"

"Aakhh!!"

"Mercy! Help!!! Sorry! Capt-"

Blood splatters, and human bodies in the torture chamber.

Leon, covered in blood up and down his body.

Losing Sally Bristol or Grace Riddle might have had its own impact on him, but hearing you who was going to marry someone he didn't even know who it was... that was a different case.

His heart... hurt, it hurt so much when you said it without the slightest restraint!.

Walking up the stairs, Leon entered his study, sat down near his desk, slowly untied his tie, leaned his head on the chair.

Eyes gazing far away, Leon still remembered when you first met him, when you were both 8 years old.

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Count Winston residence.

Leon, 8 years old.

His father was always excited when he talked about the marquess noble family.

There in front of the entrance, Leon saw, a man who was the same age as his father was chatting enthusiastically with his father, who Leon knew his father and the man or marquess had the same vision and mission about the order of this world.

That's where Leon saw, a little girl, beside the marquess man, had hair as dark as night, but her eyes were... amethyst eyes, unusual eyes.

"Leon come here"

His father bowed and introduced him to the girl in front of him.

Smiling very sweetly at him, Leon's heart beat fast.

From there, the two of you became close.

2 months, was the time when the marquess and count families met at the Summer resort, Leon talked a lot with you, full of enthusiasm, until when you asked permission to go to the bathroom, that's where Leon saw a girl, brown hair, and turquoise eyes, Leon was interested, he even shared his first kiss with the girl.

Strange, he felt he had lost something, but Leon didn't know what.

Since the resort, Leon felt you distanced yourself from him, distancing yourself and almost as if you didn't want to interact with him.

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Exhaling, releasing smoke from his cigar.

Looking at the table, a framed photo of you and Leon, at the Belvelhera restaurant, 19 years old, you smiled so beautifully there, just passed the practical exam to enter internal medicine, unfortunately, the glass frame was stained with Leon's love fluid.

Emotions, passion, and possession, Leon reaped with many beats of his frustration.

You've driven him crazy! Even Grace lost to you!.

Leon thought Sally or Grace was so attractive because of her beautiful face and unique eyes, like you who are beautiful and unique.

Leon did many things to the woman, torturing her, forcing her and so on, but Leon did not cross the line to sleep with her, only biting her neck or kissing her lips, even though every time Leon did that, his heart ached.

Why did he just realize this? His junior always tenses when you look at him or just call his name, he thinks it's a normal reaction when the weather is hot.

Chuckling softly, Leon covers the glass photo frame with his black handkerchief grinning.

"Damn... what have you done to me... my lady"

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2 weeks, is the time Leon didn't meet you, the reason is simple, Leon is afraid of losing control of himself, from before until now, when he sees Sally Bristol or Grace Riddle sweeping, cleaning the floor or doing maid work.

Why does he always think dirty things about you? Even though you're not by his side, seeing Sally as you.

Doing many dirty things, wanting to push you to your limits, begging or rebelling, which one will you choose... Leon really wants to know that.

Crazy huh, he's crazy, crazy about you, why can't he even realize quickly, from being tense, always thinking dirty things about you when someone like Sally/Grace or a woman who has unique eyes passes by him.

Leon stared at the pile of prisoners of revolution, bleeding, tortured.

And he even met Grace Riddle again, the woman tried to double as his maid again, well of course it was impossible

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You are currently walking with the son of the Earl, this man is handsome, but unfortunately he honestly said that he has fallen in love with someone else.

Well you think his courage and honesty are commendable.

"do you like it?"

Vincent is the name of this man, holding a bouquet of roses, you just smile formally and nod at him.

"This is beautiful"

Too bad, you didn't see from across the street, in a 5-star elite restaurant, Leon was staring at you smiling beautifully by another man!.

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Leon for 2 weeks spied on you with that country man, laughing smiling beautifully, holding the man's hand, Leon almost wanted to kill and torture the man!.

Too bad his frustration was vented when When he saw Grace Riddle, pulled her, and kissed her roughly on the lips, his brain mistook Grace for you.

Unfortunately, you accidentally passed them and found them kissing! Awkward! Of course, you and Vincent quickly left the restaurant room.

Damn! Damnit!! You saw him! You saw him kissing another woman!.

You must have considered him impure and dirty!!.

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Leon spent his day and night in frustration.

Instead of getting closer when he tried to interact with you a lot, you actually moved further away from him!.

You even let that country bumpkin from the earl family kiss your cheeks!.

Enough! The problem with Grace Riddle is no longer there, so why should Leon hold back from seeing you with another man?

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Leon Winston's residence.

Master bedroom.

In bed, fast asleep, a woman, both hands cuffed to each bedpost, naked, many kiss marks, and love fluids, puffy eyes, because of crying.

Leon, sitting on the sofa facing the bed, smoking his cigars, wearing only a shirt and long black pants.

His captain's jacket uniform has been forgotten on the floor.

He took your virginity, damn... you even took his virginity too.

See right? As Leon expected, you are perfect for each other, inseparable.

How evil you are to want to be separated from your true love.

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Putting out his cigars, Leon, took a small black whip.

Walking slowly to the bed, his leather shoes made a very loud sound! You even woke up.

Staring at Leon in fear! You don't want to be slept with anymore! Your body hurts and you want to rest!.

Why is it like this? Leon kidnapped you, took you to a foreign country and married you by force!

Staring at Leon who was holding a long black object that looked like a whip, you shook your head.

"Leon!! Please... no more.. I don't want to"

Leon just grinned and wiped your tears slowly.

"Why cry my love? You will be safe because I am with you"

Kissing your forehead softly.

"You are for me, and I am for you, you are crazy for me, and I am crazy for you, my love"

Kissing your lips, devouring them with passion, and ownership.

"I want to keep making love to you my love, until you don't think about the world, but me"

On top of you, opening his shirt, his chest, arms and neck are full of scratches from your previous actions.

"Because my love, you are for me, and I am for you, we mean to be together"

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[bamfkeeper]

You make Kurt so incredibly nervous...he wants to ask you out so badly.

Kurt asking you to go on a date or to be his partner would be so precious and I cannot be convinced otherwise. Side note, Krakoa Kurt is one of my favs ever <3

Warnings: None, gender neutral reader, unedited

WC: 1.5k

Kurt was so nervous.

Ever since your arrival to Krakoa, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He so desperately wanted to talk to you, but he couldn't come up with anything to say. His nerves made his tail twitch and thrash behind him while he fiddled with his fingers. He wondered if maybe you'd be the first to talk to him, then he could maybe start talking more at ease.

He did try his best...a group of mutants including himself and you were walking through one of the parks in New York, part of some mission to find a lost mutant. You had been so focused, your eyes scanning the park for said mutant when Kurt got the idea to bring you a sweet treat. He remembered you mentioning your favorite flavor of ice cream and there was a cart conveniently located down the sidewalk.

He walked over and eagerly scanned the cart to see if the flavor you liked was there, and sure enough, it was. He asked for a serving of it and as he waited, he felt someone from behind him step on his tail. He jerked up, making a loud noise and in his jerky movements, he ended up tripping over his own feet and falling right into the cart. Ice cream went everywhere.

Your attention was drawn after he cried out in surprise, and you saw him fall back into the ice cream cart, sinking down in the soft serve and one of the buckets comedically fell on his head. Your eyes widened and you went over to him, "Kurt! Oh my god...are you okay?" you asked, pulling the bucket off his head as more ice cream fell over him.

He shook from the chill and he looked up at you, his eyes wide and his face burned with embarrassment. "J-Ja! I am alright! I did that on purpose to make the children laugh!" he insisted, standing up, then slipping and falling over again. You caught his arm and prevented him from falling all the way on his ass, and he managed to get his feet under him.

"D-Danke..." he muttered, feeling a little shy and completely humiliated that you saw him so clumsy. "Ach...I should clean up..." he whispered back softly and he disappeared in a cloud of smoke before you could say anything else.

After that, he felt too embarrassed to show his face for a few days. He just couldn't believe you saw him fall into ice cream like that. He groaned in bed, a pillow over his face as he let out a string of German frustration. He tossed the pillow to the side and huffed, sitting up. He needed to do something better, something that would make you forget about his clumsiness.

Flowers were his first instinct, but was that too cliché? Did you even like flowers? Would you think that's a sweet gesture? Or were you more into sweets? He didn't want to think about sweets after the ice cream incident...

Maybe something else. A more thoughtful gesture. Dinner? Classic, but was it too boring? Was he just overthinking this??

Another whine escaped his lips, you turned him into putty. He felt his mind was swarming with thoughts and he had no clue what to do. How could he approach you and just...say hello? No, he couldn't do that. How would he even form the words?

This wasn't just butterflies in his belly, he felt like he had a swarm of them, a migration trapped in his stomach and kept twisting around like a tornado. He felt his hands shake and his tail wouldn't stop twitching.

He watched you interact with other mutants from across the room, pouting to himself that it wasn't him you were talking to. He had no one to blame but himself, he wasn't brave enough to approach you just yet. He had no right to feel jealous...he hadn't even said a single word-

"Kurt?" your voice filled his ears suddenly, snapping him from his envious thoughts. His eyes darted at you and he stiffened, you were right in front of him. Your smile was so sweet, it didn't seem like you were even thinking about what happened the last time you saw him.

"Ah...l-liebling." he stuttered out, sitting up and fixing his posture. His tail wrapped around his ankle and he stared at you for far too long.

"Uh, Kurt?" you repeated slowly, giving him an odd look before you smiled again. "Did all that ice cream freeze your brain?" You teased lightly, watching him shift in a flustered manner. "I'm kidding, it was funny, but I'm glad you're alright," you reassured, not wanting him to feel bad about it. If it were you, you'd sure as hell feel embarrassed too.

He nodded slowly, giving a nervous smile. "Ah, danke...I admit that was not my most graceful moment..." he trailed off and cleared his throat. Kurt tried to avoid looking at you, he couldn't keep his eyes on you for more than a second without feeling like he was being shocked all over. You were absolutely breathtaking to him, you were so kind...even when he was a fool.

You saw him shift and he seemed uncomfortable, so you touched his arm lightly. "Are you okay? You've been acting a little funny since the other day." At your touch, Kurt almost whined and he pulled back enough to disappear again, teleporting away as his nerves skyrocketed.

"Ach, verdammt!" he whined to himself and held his face in his hands, "I cannot keep doing this..." he mumbled into his palms, feeling like such an idiot for making a fool of himself a second time. You had such power over him and you had no idea.

This time, he'd do everything right. He stood off to the side, watching you walk your normal routine, he held a bundle of wildflowers tightly in his tail. He didn't know what flower you liked, the fool he was, he was too nervous to ask or spy on you to see if it ever came up in conversation. But the flowers that grew in Krakoa were lovely, he figured you'd like them?

When you got close he took a deep breath. 'No more foolishness,' Kurt thought to himself, feeling more confident and determined. He teleported down to you, luckily he didn't startle you, he almost expected it with the dumb luck he's had lately. "Guten Morgen, liebling." Kurt greeted in the calmest voice he could muster. You were stopped in your tracks and you smiled back at him.

"Good morning, Kurt. What brings you here?" You asked casually, your head tilted slightly with interest. You obviously noticed him lingering around where you were, you just didn't know why he was.

Kurt shifted and he stood back up fully, his tail curling around and he took the flowers in his hand. They were bundled together loosely with ribbon, and he handed them to you quickly, "Wouldyougooutwithme?" he asked faster than you could understand, swallowing as his face heated up. His arms shook as he kept them extended with the flower bundle in hand.

You blinked, you had only heard a jumble of words, not really a full sentence. "Er...what was that?" you asked, looking at the flowers in his hands. "Those are so pretty," you commented and took them from him, momentarily distracted from his nervous question. He watched with relief as you appeared to like the flowers, bringing the colorful bundle up and smelling them.

"Oh, I asked..." Kurt took a deep breath, this was his one chance to do it right. He didn't want to mess up again, and with a trembling voice he asked again. "If you would go out with me...like...a date? W-We can do whatever you want! Dinner, walk, dessert..." he muttered that last part, "But whatever you want to do! I just...I like you. A lot."

With his admission, it was your turn to blush. You gave him a little grin, and you lowered the flowers, "Oh, Kurt...yes, yes of course I would. I like you too," you admitted, your voice a little softer as you stepped closer.

"A lot." you added, pecking his cheek. "And I am totally okay with no dessert if you need to recover from the ice cream." A soft chuckle left your lips with your words, and his cheeks darkened, a bashful smile spread on his face and he scratched the back of his neck.

"Ah...too kind liebling..." His tail swished behind him, shyly moving and wrapping loosely around your calf. "So...how about dinner?" Kurt inquired, "I can make you a delicious meal from my homeland, I promise it's worth trying."

The thought of tasting food from where he came from was intriguing and special, you thought that sounded perfect. A way to spend time with him and know him better. You looked up at him, his adorable face still tinted with a light violet hue from his nerves.

"I'd like that."

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover Images: Way of X #1 (2021); Way of X #4 (2021); Way of X #1 (2021)

[killergee]

Here’s Part 2! Thanks to everyone who read the first part and commented! This could be read as a stand-alone as well, so I hope y’all enjoy!

Soshiro x Reader fanfic where after discovering your crush on him, he does everything in his power to get you to confess. It seems that he can't help himself when it comes to you.

P1 P2 P3

Tags list: @surprisemodafakas @yrxhyes

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Okay, so playing stupid may not have been your best move. But your damn pride kept you from admitting to anything. Luckily, Hoshina seemed to drop the topic after your silence and switched to talking about getting ice cream. Much to your surprise, he's let you off the hook entirely and never spoke about the little incident again. However, that didn't mean he didn't tease you in a different way.

In all honesty, you don’t know how much more of his teasing and flirting you could take before you bashed your head against a wall. It’s like he’s doing everything in his power to make you admit to what you said or to address the elephant in the room. The elephant, of course, being your feelings towards him, which you obviously don’t have.

He's definitely changed since the incident. You couldn't forget how one time when you were patching him up as usual, he used your focus against you.

Treating him used to happen at a respectable distance, but since he knew how absorbed you always were when treating him, he took the opportunity to shift and spread his legs apart, slowly moving you to stand in between them. It wasn't until you felt his hands rest on your hips did you jolt back to awarness and finally notice how close he's brought you. When you tried to yell at him and take a step backward, he threw on a lazy grin and curled his hands, fisting them into the material of your uniform. His grip stung, but not enough to hurt. No, it was only enough to leave you with a hunger you oh so desperately tried to push down. Anchoring you in your place, you didn't know if he knew his effect on you. If he knew if he wanted to take you right there, you might just let him. The dark satisfaction that lurked in his mischievous eyes told you yes, but all he does is lie about how roughly you were treating him and whine at you to be more gentle. In your annoyance and frustration, you don't notice how he's been getting more injured lately.

After that, he became bolder and much more forward, testing more and more every day how far he could push you. He always seemed to find a way to make you touch him. To make it so that your sole focus was on him and only him. Tasks such as examining his suit to make sure there weren’t any faults became an almost daily occurrence. You knew he knew you didn’t know anything about how the suits worked, and yet, he’d tell you to touch the planes of his arms to make sure none of the ridges were poking out. Or he’d guide your hand himself, pretending to teach you what it was you should be looking for. The examination would end with him slyly saying “your turn” and you turning red and storming out of the room.

While he does his best to make you touch him, he puts the same amount of effort into touching you. A touch to your wrist when asking if you need any help with your paperwork. A hand on your waist to move around you when there’s plenty of space. A whisper in your ear as if telling you a secret, but he instead says something completely mundane. Or a casual arm around the back of your seat as if marking you as his. If not directly touching you, he'd still maneuver in a way to intrude into your space. Be it with a hand on the table behind you to keep you close and shielded from the eyes of others or by making sure the only seat available was the one next to his.

The constant touching and proximity left you feeling the burn of his touches for days after. The façade you’ve worked so hard to keep up cracks more and more every passing day.

The worst part of it all was the fact that he seemed so casual about it while you were internally combusting each time. Like the one time when you tried to move away from him, he asked, "y/n-kun, what's wrong?" And moved even closer in faux concern, failing to hide the smirk that lurked beneath his smile. "Ya don't look so good," he continued as he moved to graze your cheek before resting his palm on your forehead. "My, my, your face is so hot and red."

"I... uh-"

He chuckled, reveling in how you were struggling to form words. "Even your ears too," he whispered almost fondly as he continued his exploration of your face. With that, he tucked your hair behind your ear and kept his hand there, playfully tapping the tip of your ear. It was too intense for you. Too intimate. The way he was looking at you. The soft smile on his face. You felt his breath ghost over your lips and all of a sudden you're pushing him back and looking down at the floor. "P-p-probably overexertion, I'll be fine...please excuse me," you said hurriedly, leaving the situation. "Alright, see ya later," he sighed out, and if you thought you heard disappointment in his voice, then you would be right.  

But now is not the time to hope about whether or not he was dissapointed. You should get back to work before he-

“Are ya gonna keep staring or are we gonna keep working?” he asks, interrupting your thoughts. Fuck, he noticed. You didn't mean to think about him and all the shit he's done. But in this office, lit up only by the moonlight, you can't help but soften a little. The way the moonlight lights the side of his face is captivating. Not to mention his stupid habit of biting his lip is even more tantalizing than it used to be. It doesn't help that you two are sitting so close together that you can smell the faint scent of his intoxicating cologne. It also definitely doesn't help that your gaze ended up on him while you were lost in thought.

"Sorry,” you murmur, embarrassed, making sure to busy yourself with the file in front of you again.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot I’m quite distracting,” he teases with a smirk as he rests his head on his hand, giving you his full attention.

“Don’t know what you’re referring to,” you retort back a little too quickly. After a few minutes of peaceful silence, you were curious if he was still looking at you. With as much discretion as possible, you shift your gaze towards him, only to be met with his waiting eyes.   

Breathtaking is all you can think of as his eyes seem to glow in the light. Your fingers twitch slightly as you have the urge to move the hair threatening to cover his eyes. Of course, the ever-observant Hoshina notices. He always seems to notice everything about you.

"Struck by the desire to touch me?" 

"Yes, to throttle you, actually." 

He lets out a low whistle and a chuckle at your response, and you try to focus all your energy on your work. Tonight feels different from the other nights. Something about the atmosphere told you that you’d regret running away or saying something you didn’t mean. So instead, you fiddle with the edge of the paper like you always do when you want to calm down your nerves.

Hoshina places a hand on top of yours and stills you. He says, "stop that," but the fondness in his voice seeps through even to your unwilling ears. It could have been due to the exhaustion that your senses were dulled or perhaps the night made you crave his touch a little more. Whatever it was, you didn't move your hand. Slowly and hesitantly, as if scared he'll break whatever trance you were in, he begins to lace your hands together, one finger at a time. His slow pace gave you ample time to pull away. To tell him to back off. To turn him down like you usually did.

But you don't.

So he holds your hand within his, providing you a warmth you didn't know you longed for. Something about his grip makes you feel safe in a way only he ever could. It wasn't tight enough to make you feel trapped, and it wasn't loose enough to let you slip away. With only the sounds of the crickets outside and your beating hearts, you two remain frozen in time. You're trying to remain as calm as possible but as you're moments away from ripping your hand out of his and making a run for it, Hoshina startles you by dropping his head onto the table and resting it in the crook of his free arm. Despite his body angling itself away from you, his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly. 

"W-what is wrong with you!?" You exclaim in embarassment, also turning to look away. With your free hand, you cover the lower half of your face. You didn’t want him to know you were blushing.

"Nothin' just really happy," he replies, his voice a bit muffled by his arm. "It's just better than I expected," he mumbles so quietly that you almost missed it.  

If only you had turned around to look at him. You wouldn’t have missed the bright blush that covered his neck.  

[erwinsvow]

𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

summary: lying to rafe is never a good idea.

author's note: eeee! back to writing for my man <3 this can be seen as a sequel to suit the mood of my soul as it follows the plot a little bit but not really, as there's no direct mentions of pogue!reader in this! i just wanted to write a little about what rafe would be like if he find out you lied/what he would do... :) inspired by @princessbrunette for the dad/kid trope she writes about and this one!

now spinning: prisoner by the weeknd & lana

word count: 3.8k

warnings/tags: smut! rafe is a lil scary in this one but it's okay <3, gripping/bruising, face slapping as punishment, daddy/dad usage for rafe and reader is called kid a lot.

“So, what’d you do the other night?” Rafe asks you the question quietly, and he sounds different than usual.

You haven’t really noticed the change yet though, so you act like you always do around him—a little dumber, not as vigilant, and using your brain less overall.

That’s the best part of being with Rafe. He makes all the decisions for you, he figures out what to do and when to do it, and you really don’t have to think around him. At first you were confused, if not a little worried. Did he think you were stupid?

But then you realize this is how he is—so overpoweringly, overwhelmingly dominant that you have no choice but to succumb.

So you go on, unthinking, saying what comes to mind. 

“I was with you, Rafey, did you forget already?” It comes out with a laugh, making yourself comfortable against his chest.

He’d just come over less than an hour ago, after dinner with his family, he had said. He always spent the night after doing anything with his family, because they made him angry and you made him feel better. At least, that’s what he always said.

So it’s easy to attribute his difference in demeanor, the strangeness surrounding your normally nice boyfriend, to a bad dinner with his family. He must have been more upset than you thought.

“Hm,” he says, slowly, curtly. “Is that right?”

“Yes, Rafey, dinner and the ice cream? Remember it melted all over your hand?” Your face flushes even thinking about it—because immediately following that incident, you had licked his hands clean. 

“Yeah, I remember. You have a good memory, kid.” 

You beam at his praise for a second, leaning your head up to stare at your pretty boyfriend for a second. But he doesn’t look down at you the way he normally does. He doesn’t look at all, instead his gaze is still fixed on the television, which is still playing one of your silly rom-coms quietly in the background. 

“Rafe?” it comes out like a whisper, but he ignores you, his grip on your arm tightening while he continues to stare off, not at you.

“Try to remember something else for me, kid. Night before last, what’d you do?” 

You freeze under his touch. Your entire body goes rigid, eyes wide, lips parting. You want to speak, but nothing comes out.

Then, Rafe looks down at you. 

“Can’t remember now? Should I refresh your memory?”

You don’t need him to refresh anything. On the night before last, Sarah had asked you for help with something in the Tannyhill library. You had gone to help, because this was more than just Rafe’s sister, she was your friend too, but when you got there, you were confused. Sarah was there, but so were all the Pogues you had seen around town, seen with her before. 

They were all digging through the shelves, looking for something in the library, and Sarah called you over because everyone in the Cameron house was aware of the fact that you knew this library like the back of your hand. Months of babysitting Wheezie and not having anything to do had led to this very situation. Until you became Rafe’s, that is, because ever since then, you haven’t had to spend another moment alone. 

So then you helped them search for whatever it was they were looking for, and when your phone went off with a message from Rafe, at Sarah’s urging, you lied and said you were at home with your parents.

The Pogues found it eventually, after almost two hours of combing through shelves and trying your best to organize them the way they were. You went home, texted Rafe goodnight, and thought that was that.

It wasn’t a lie, you tried to convince yourself. It was a fib, really, because you just didn’t want him to worry even more when he had so much going on. And it’s not like you knew what Sarah was even up to, she said it was just a little project. 

You didn’t realize what kind of project until now.

“Um, Rafe-” you start, really quiet.

You falter when you get a better look at the expression on his face. It’s the first time you’ve ever been on the receiving end of that look—anger, disappointment, frustration.

Your eyes get watery, immediately. It’s just a natural reaction. 

“You think some tears are gonna get you out of this?” he questions, and you feel your breathing getting heavy, your cheeks getting wet.

You shake your head quickly. You don’t want him to think you’re crying for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry-�� comes out before you can stop it, and you try to use the sleeves of your hoodie—Rafe’s hoodie—to wipe the tears away, thinking it’ll be better if he can’t see them any longer, but he grabs your wrist before you can.

You’re pinned in place, his hand gripping you and holding you down, the weight of his body on yours. It’s all you can do to look up Rafe with your wide, wet eyes and hope he listens to you. 

He’s never been mad at you before, so he doesn’t know how to react. You’ve always been perfect to him, for him, and he’s never had to do anything more than take your cheeks in his hand and lock eyes to make you realize you’re doing something wrong.

He didn’t think you could be capable of doing something to hurt him, to get in the way of everything he’s planning, not when you’re so compliant and docile and perfect all the other times. 

You have a collection of pretty dresses and skirts, ranging in lengths and sizes, and you always wear the right thing. Modest, longer dresses that stop above your knee and start just under the necklace you never take off—the necklace with his initial on it—when you’re invited to dinner at Tannyhill with his family.

Shorter, small skirts when he takes you to the club or the bonfire. Short enough that people are staring, not short enough to give anyone a view of what belongs to him.

In his bedroom, it’s just his clothes—shirts to sleep in, hoodies when you’re reading a book on his bed while he finishes his game at the desk, nothing more than one of your tanks and a pair of his boxers when you’re getting antsy and horny waiting for him to get back to bed when he’s on an important phone call. 

He’s never had to tell you any of that—you just do it, you just know it. He doesn’t have to tell you to go wait on his bed for him without complaining. He doesn’t have to tell you he doesn’t like when his friends are seeing parts of you they aren’t supposed to. But most important of all, he didn’t have to tell you to stay away from those dirty Pogues and his annoying sister. You were just supposed to know.

“You’re sorry?” he questions, and you know he’s mocking you. Rafe’s gone quiet, which you’re not used to because Rafe never gets mad at you. You didn’t even think it was possible.

He lets go of your wrist, which flails next to your side. His grip is replaced quickly as he squeezes your cheeks together, fingers pressing hard against your jaw.

“You’re sorry, really, is that all? You lied to me. You think that’s okay?”

Your breathing gets hard and fast under his touch. Your eyes get watery again, trying to say something but it’s silenced between Rafe’s fingers keeping your mouth shut.

You shake your head as hard as you can. You just want to explain yourself—it seemed so harmless when you were doing it. You didn’t want to worry him. You didn’t realize what you were doing. You’d never do it again if Rafe will forgive you.

Then you get scared, eyes wide and blank while your boyfriend stares at you, looking so upset and angry you wish you could reverse time and take it all bank. You worry that he won’t forgive you, that he’ll end things and leave you alone, and the thought itself is so frightening you start sobbing and shaking.

Rafe’s hand leaves your face because he gets surprised at your reaction—he thought you’d be telling him something he really, really doesn’t want to hear, but true to your perfect form, you say exactly what he does want to hear. 

“I’m so sorry Rafe, I’m so sorry, they asked me for help but I would have never done it if-if I knew it would hurt you or make you upset, I-I didn’t know-” It all comes out in a ramble, hurt coating your words and tears streaming down in rivulets down your pretty face.

He’s worried he might have gone too far, scared you too much, but you jump back in his arms the second he’s let go of you, face pressed against his chest and his shirt getting wet. 

“I’m so sorry, please don’t break up with me, I’ll never do it again, I’ll never even talk to them again, I swear, I promise-” 

It’s instinctual, Rafe wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. He wonders how he did this—changed the sweet, pretty girl he met on a trip with Wheezie to the library into the girl in his arms now—utterly dependent, crying because of him but not making a single move to defend yourself.

Instead you believe everything he says and you’re sobbing because you don’t want him to leave you. He wonders again, thinking about if he should regret what he’s done to you. 

He doesn’t.

“Shh,” he comforts, and you lean into him further. “S’okay, it’s okay.” He rubs your arms soothingly, ignoring the red down further on the limb, which is inevitably a bruise forming. “I’m not gonna leave you.”

When the words leave his mouth, you melt against his chest like butter, and he grips you tight.

“I’m sorry, kid, I am, but I have to make sure that-that, you don’t do something that could mess up everything I’m working on right now.” You mewl a noise of protest, but he quiets you down again. “Even if it’s an accident, baby, even by accident. You don’t know the things I’m trying to protect you from. I can’t let you get hurt like that, so when you lie to me about something like this, it just upsets me, because I’m working hard for you—for us, and you see that, don’t you?” 

He feels you nod your head slowly.

“I’m so sorry, Rafe,” and he lets out a heavy breath. You cling to his every word, wondering how you could have been so, so stupid, as to lie to your boyfriend. 

“It’s okay, kid,” his hand moves to your back, rubbing circles on the soft skin, hand tucked under his hoodie and above the waistband of his shorts that you’re wearing.

“Do you forgive me?” you ask, lifting your head a few inches to look up at Rafe, wet eyelashes floating up to reveal red-rimmed, puffy eyes.

He looks down, wondering just how much he’s messed you up.

“Of course I do.” Rafe leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You let out a sigh of relief, too soon. “But you have to promise me a couple things, hm?”

“Anything, anything-” it spills out of your mouth, like you can’t get it out fast enough, looking back up at your boyfriend with big eyes, trying to use your hands against his chest to lift yourself up. 

“Promise me you’ll never talk to those Pogues again.”

“I promise.”

“And that you’ll never, ever lie to me again.”

“I promise, Rafe.”

“Good girl.”

He does that thing again, the thing that has you melting in his hands and allowing him to call all the shots. He reaches out to take the back of your head in his hand, leaning you in for a kiss, and you let him do it, just like you let him do everything. 

Rafe kisses you hard, his tongue in your mouth and trails of spit around your lips. When he lets go, you feel him bit down on your bottom lip, and you yelp against his mouth, but it’s silenced because he pulls you into another kiss.

You’re breathless by the end of it, crawling into his lap because you don’t want it to end, craving a lot more than just a kiss and the press of his hard dick against your clothed pussy. 

When he pulls away, you make another noise of displeasure.

“Really?” he questions, and you know it can’t be good. “Do you really think you deserve this dick now? After that shit you just pulled?” He holds you in place on his lap, stopping your grinding motion with his firm hand. Your face heats up immediately, because you know that you don’t. 

“‘M’sorry, dad,” your murmur against the soft skin of his neck. “You already forgave me…”

“Not getting out of this that easily, kid,” and he pulls you by the hair, making your shoulders tense up as you moan again in discomfort. “I think you need to decide your punishment, hm? You’ll get this dick once you get punished.”

You want to scream in annoyance, because Rafe always knows what he’s doing, and right now he’s doing it on purpose. You can feel his hard-on, and if he let you do what you wanted, you’d fall apart in minutes, but he won’t, because he never does.

So you don’t say a thing, because you can’t ever be a brat to Rafe, not for anything longer than five minutes, and you crawl down, off the bed, sitting on your knees on the ground while Rafe adjusts himself to face you from the bed. He looks down at you, perfectly in place, nose still a little red from crying. 

“So, how many?” he questions, watching you stare up at him with big eyes.

“Five,” you start, until you see how Rafe’s looking at you. “T-ten, sorry, ten.” 

“Good girl,” he says, stroking the side of your face with his hand. “Five on each side, hm? That’s what you meant to say, right?”

“Yes, dad,” you murmur back, in a daze at the feeling of Rafe’s hand on your skin.

The first slap, on your right cheek, is light, lighter than you’re used to. It was barely a tap, and you think quickly, while staring at your boyfriend’s face expectantly, if not a little dumbly, that it was nice of him. The next three are harder, and the final one stings. You’re sure it’s red where his hand was, a part of you even hopes it left a mark.

“Five left,” he says quietly, maybe more to himself than to you. You nod, a little too eagerly. “Yeah, kid, you like this? I knew you would. Little freak,” Rafe breathes out. You cling to each word like it’s praise. “Ready for the other side? Yeah?” You nod again.

He’s harder on the other side, maybe because he realized you can handle it. You’ve gotten much harder slaps than these before, but Rafe forgets sometimes, so he always starts gentle. On the ninth one, your eyes get watery. On the tenth, the tears roll down again. Rafe takes his thumb and wipes it across your cheek, like it’ll soothe the sting. 

You go to unbuckle his belt immediately after, thinking you should make him feel good first, as a part of your punishment, but he stops your hands before you get far, taking you by the shoulders and lifting you up into his lap again.

“What’re you doing?” you question quietly.

“I should ask you that.”

“Y-you said I don’t deserve it yet, so I was gonna make you feel good-”

“I didn’t say that, kid,” he says, pressing his big hand against your neck. 

“Yes, you-” he looks at you sharply, and you shut up mid-sentence. 

“No, I said you’ll get it once you’ve been punished. Punishment’s over, hm?” His hand slips underneath your hoodie—his hoodie—and he starts to lift it up. Your hands go up, helping him ease it off. Once it’s discarded on the floor, you lean in for another hard kiss, hands around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. 

“Easy, easy,” he says, pulling away for a second. “Have to breathe, remember?”

You shake your head and whine, pushing your lips together again. Rafe moves you quickly, your back thudding against the bed and him hovering over you.

You scramble to get rid of your shorts—his shorts—but Rafe’s hands come up and stop yours before you can. Locking eyes with you, he takes them off himself, until you’re fully exposed and lying naked against his pillow.

Another kiss, another whine. You pull the front of Rafe’s shirt.

“Take it off, please,” you whimper, because you just want to get him naked and get on with it, but the tantalizingly slow pace he’s setting is killing you. 

“Really gonna tell me what to do right now? When I’m being so nice?” Your head shakes but you don’t know if you mean it. “Okay. If that’s how you wanna be, okay.”

He flips you over in one motion—your stomach hitting the sheets before you can process it. You don’t hear anything except the rustle of his hands on his belt, the clink of the metal falling, and a groan from Rafe.

And then you feel him—feel what you’ve been begging for this entire time, the nudge of his tip against your folds. Your whole body tenses and your walls clench in anticipation, but Rafe doesn’t move. 

“Rafe—!” the whine leaves before you can think about it. Rafe’s hand reaches out to grab you by your hair, pulling your head up, his mouth against your ear. You feel your nipples harden and pebble in the air, every part of your body craving something, some touch, some movement.

“Y’know, I thought you were gonna be such a good girl,” he starts, and you feel your walls flutter. “But you’re acting like such a slut today. But it’s okay, I’m gonna give you what you want. Then you’ll be good as gold, won’t ya?” You let a whine at the thought, before Rafe lets go and drops you back onto the bed.

In one thrust, Rafe pushes himself in, and your entire body tenses up at the feeling. The stretch of your walls hurts, no matter how used to him you get, and your bones feel like putty. You can hardly hold yourself up, when Rafe starts fucking you at the brutal pace he’s set. 

The stinging of your face disappears from your mind completely while Rafe batters your pussy, his hands on your back, pushing down while you arch up. Your cheek rustles against the pillow. Nothing comes out of your mouth except whines and moans, and the occasional cry when he goes even harder.

“Just needed this dick, huh, kid?” he chokes out, pressing your face into the pillow and watching his dick slide in and out of your pussy—coated in your cream, leaking down and making a mess of his sheets. “Ain’t that right? I asked you a question.”

He grabs your hair again, lifting you just enough so you can speak. 

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes-”

“That’s what I thought-” and he pushes your head down again. “J’needed to be set straight, hm? You won’t ever lie to me again—” Your voice is a mess of garbles and whines, not making any sense but wanting to agree with Rafe so badly. 

Rafe’s fucking you like he hates you, and you don’t have it in you to stop and make sure he doesn’t actually hate you, because the only thing you can think about is making sure he doesn’t stop.

“Or maybe you will,” he starts, in between thrusts. “Just wanna get fucked like this, don’t you? Wasn’t enough for you to get it gentle, right, kid? You’re my little slut-” 

Rafe’s hitting that part of you that makes you see stars—unrelenting, over and over again, but it’s all of those things together—the feel of your nipples rubbing against the bed, how full you feel inside, and especially the words he’s saying—that push you over the edge. You fall apart crying, body shaking, letting out a muffled dad, dad, dad against his pillow. 

He doesn’t stop there, though, riding you through it and then pulling out, just long enough to flip you back over. 

You’re sensitive all over, your walls clenching around nothing while you stare up at Rafe, and then back down to where the two of you were connected. He grips your cheeks again, pushing himself in and staring at your fucked-out face.

He’s way too close to still be fucking you—especially raw, like this—but it’s not until you start speaking that it’s a big problem. You sound all jumbled up since he’s holding your face way too tight, and when he loosens his grip, words fall out of your mouth and he realizes what you’re saying.

“Want it inside, dad, please, please, please, fill me up—” And he finishes, leaning over you and filling your pussy up, just like you asked for. He doesn’t stop for what feels like hours but could only be minutes—you mewl at the feeling and gasp when he pulls out, cum leaking out of your hole and spoiling the sheets even further.

Rafe’s breathless, collapsing beside you and in a much better mood, because he doesn’t complain when you fall against his chest and press your face into his neck. 

He lets you sit like that for a little bit, catching your breath and letting your heart rate return to normal. 

“We made a mess,” you comment, still feeling gushes of his cum spilling out of you. 

“We’ll get it in a minute.” 

He can practically hear your thoughts, buzzing through your little head at a mile a minute, wondering what to say, how he feels, if he's still upset, probably wanting water and a shower too.

You move a little, just to get more comfortable, when Rafe grabs your face again. The side of your jaw is red from where he keeps grabbing you. It’ll leave a bruise tomorrow. He doesn’t care because he’s not planning to let you out of his sight for the foreseeable future.

“Don’t lie to me again, kid. Got it?”

“Yes, Rafe,” you breathe out. "I got it."

“Good. Now let's finish this stupid movie." Rafe lets go of your face, and wraps his arm around you. 

[i-cant-sing]

My mind is just coming up with amazing ideas today. I guess that's what happens when u don't study for a week... (this is all happening my academic burnout sm)

I present to you- Yandere Dad Hawks x bird kid reader.

Look Dad Keigo was gonna be a doting father for any kid, biological or not, but there's just something about his bio kid who also HAS HIS QUIRK😭😭😭 Like he can't stop awing at the sight of his little baby bird having tiny tiny red wings like papa.

The ever loving, forever doting, always spoiling his baby, that's the kind of dad Keigo is. I mean, putting his own childhood trauma aside, he still wants you to have the best childhood ever. There are very few things he says no to (only coming second to Dad Dabi who only says no to things that will actively put you in danger. Want ice cream for breakfast? Okay. Want to go to 7/11 with grandpa Enji? Hell no.). Child reader wants an Endeavour hero figure? Of course, darling! Here, take one from daddy's collection 🥰🥰🥰 Dont wanna eat your peas? Sorry, doll. You're gonna have to finish your plate, even if you try to look adorably menacing by fluffing up your wings.

Oh and your wings😭 You know how Rei has a weird thing for your hair (and she definitely gives you a flea bath after you hang out with hawks)? Yeah that's how Keigo is with your wings- obsessed. He takes care of them, cleans them out and even has you sit for hours if that's how long it takes him to groom them. "Its no use swatting me, baby. I'm still not letting you move an inch until I'm done. So, just sit back and relax.🥰" keigo would say as he hands his phone to watch some shows.

I headcanon that Keigo's kid will be sassy and quick as him. The two can bicker for hours, and no ones really sure whether you're just that good at arguments or if Keigo just let's you win because he loves you so much.

I can also see Keigo and reader bonding over their mutual love for pro hero Endeavour (but in very different ways💀)

Dad Keigo adores spending time with you, especially now that you're put in a safehouse with only a handful people he let's you meet. A major part of his life is feeding you. Maybe it's the bird brain, maybe it's his childhood trauma, but Keigo has to cook meals for you and he has to watch you eat them. He's not sure, but it makes him be at peace knowing that you sleep with a tummy full and a warm bed.

I think as far as flying goes, Keigo tells you to only to do it under his supervision. You know how sometimes you forget how ti breathe and then making a concious effort to breathe makes it difficult to do so? That's what Keigo thinks happens. He thinks that if you fly alone, you might suddenly forget how flap your wings or maybe you get tired and then you're just crashing down to the ground. Unfortunately for his weak heart, you don't listen to him and fly as high as you can.

Would Keigo let you go to school? Initially, yes. But it only takes one incident, something even as harmless as a stupid prank call threatening his child (Dabi did the call), and that's enough for him to go hay wire and pull you out of school and move to a new safehouse, cut off from anyone and everyone. When he has to leave, he'd either drop you off at Enji's, OR have someone from the Hero Comminsion come and babysit you.

You can pout and cry and scream at him all you want, he's not changing his mind. You're his baby, his only light, only will to live, he can't risk your life.

His life would only become more complicated if either of you get a love interest. For you, the choices are: Katsuki, Tokoyami, Izuku. For him, the choices are: Dabi, your baby mama, Miruko.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve and Robin decide to get matching ice cream scoop tattoos. Of course, Steve was a little nervous. He'd been scared of needles since Starcourt. The guy tattooing them was kind enough to give Steve a couple of beers to calm him down. Yeah, it loosened him up.

"I can't believe you! We were supposed to get MATCHING tattoos, Steve! MATCHING!" Robin shrieked.

"I'm sorry," Steve winced.

"I got a tattoo of an ice cream scoop and you got Eddie's fucking name tattooed on your arm," Robin said.

"I'm sorry."

"If it was just Eddie, you could have said that you're into Eddie Van Halen, but no, clear as day, Eddie freaking Munson," Robin said.

"I'm sorry."

"Is that a little heart over the I?" Robin asked.

"I'm sorry!"

"Stop saying that!"

Having Eddie's name on his arm meant that he could only wear long sleeves. No more polos for him. Robin remained irritated with him, and he knew why, but now Eddie was scowling at him. He did not know why he was doing that. The three of them were hanging out at Eddie's house, and Eddie was currently scowling at him.

"What's up, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"What happened to your polos?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, I still have them. I just wanted to try something different is all," Steve said.

"So you have them, but you've chosen not to wear them?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Is this you're irritated?" Steve asked.

"I have completely forgotten what your arms look like!" Eddie exclaimed.

"But you do know what arms look like in general, right?" Steve asked sarcastically and Robin scoffed.

"He's just covering up the fact that we were supposed to get MATCHING tattoos," Robin said.

"You have a tattoo! Okay, now I'm irritated for a completely different reason. Why wasn't I there?" Eddie asked, pouting.

"It was supposed to be us getting ice cream scoops," Robin said, rolling her eyes.

"So, what did you actually get, Steve?" Eddie asked.

"Uh. . ."

Robin's eyes widened when she realized she almost revealed Steve’s secret.

"Uh! He actually didn't get anything! I went first, and he chickened out," Robin said quickly.

"Fine! Keep your secrets," Eddie said as he played the movie.

After the movie was over, the tattoo incident was pushed out of Steve and Robin's minds. Eddie, however, did not forget. His eyes widened when he looked at Steve.

"Oh my God! Steve! There's a fucking spider on you and I think it's one of those deadly ones! Oh my God! It disappeared into your shirt!" Eddie shrieked.

"Oh my God!" Steve screamed and took off his shirt along with his undershirt.

He started beating them against the couch.

"Oh my god," Eddie said softly.

Steve stopped what he was doing and looked at Eddie, who was staring at his arm.

"There was never any spider was there?" Steve asked.

Eddie placed a hand on his bicep, tracing his name on Steve’s arm. Eddie bit his lip.

"Why did you get this tattoo, Steve?" Eddie asked softly.

"Because I was thinking of you," Steve said.

"Platonically?" Eddie asked.

"No."

Eddie wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He smiled into the kiss, realizing that Steve was completely shirtless. He moved his hands as he kissed him, trailing them down to Steve's chest. He broke the kiss, grinning as he cupped Steve’s tits and squeezed.

"Honk, honk."

"Seriously?!" Steve asked, giggling.

"I still can't believe that you got my name tattooed on your body," Eddie said, rolling his eyes as he leaned over to place a kiss on the tattoo. "You know what this means?"

"That we're dating?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, that too," Eddie said. "I'm going to have to get your name tattooed on me now."

"You don't have to," Steve said, blushing.

"No, I'm gonna. Don't worry, it's just going to be 'Daddy' right over my nippless tit," Eddie said.

"Please, just get Steve," he muttered, blushing.

"Robin's going to have to wait a little bit longer at Max's," Eddie said.

"Wait, Robin left. When did she leave?" Steve asked.

"Probably when I stuck my tongue down your throat, sweetheart. She left a note on the chalkboard for us sluts," Eddie said. "Anyway, if you're up for it, I want to take you into my bedroom and rail you so hard into my mattress that I almost make you forget your own name."

"Y-yeah, totally up for it."

A few weeks later, Steve was throwing a pool party for the kids and the older teens. Steve was walking towards Eddie when Dustin spotted his tattoo.

"Steve! Do you have a tattoo of Eddie's name?!" Dustin shrieked.

"Yeah," Steve said casually.

"Why?!"

"He's my boyfriend," Steve replied casually, and Eddie grinned, wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist.

Once everyone properly freaked out, they offered the couple their congratulations.

"Eddie, how come you don't have one of Steve?" El asked.

"Oh, I do," Eddie smirked.

"All I see is Daddy," Mike said.

"Yeah, you do!" Eddie cackled and slapped Steve’s ass.

"Where is my ice cream scoop?!" Robin exclaimed.

[mayajadewrites]

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Almost

Chapter Six: Coffee Ice Cream

Chapter Summary: We start off in Levi's POV, getting more insight on him and what he's thinking. He invites you over for TV and some ice cream. Nothing more. *tehe*

Fanfic Preface: Modern AU Levi Ackerman x Reader fanfic I’ve been dying to write! Levi is my latest hyper fixation so this was bound to happen. There will be other AOT characters in the mix, but remember this is a modern AU!

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

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☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ LEVI ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

It's been a few days since our little incident. I didn't want to come off as obsessive, which I may or may not be, but I knew if I wanted this to last and bloom I needed to give her space to continue to be her own person.

"Mr. Ackerman, I've meal prepped for you for the next week and there's a load of laundry going." My housekeeper, Daisy, says as she fixes her apron. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"No, thanks Daisy." I nod for her to dismiss as I walk through my mansion.

Honestly, I'm not sure why I have a housekeeper. No one cleans like I do. I guess I keep her around for the cooking since I'm shit at that. Cleaning has always relieved my stress and makes me forget where I am in the world.

I didn't start off as a millionaire, almost billionaire. I started at the very bottom, with my mother.

We used to live in homeless shelters and sometimes strangers couches, until she fell ill because of our living circumstances. I watched my mother wither away in front of me, like a rose.

"Levi, promise me you will be something." I remember she said to me as she was taking her last few breaths. "Mommy will always watch over you."

Then she was gone.

Social services picked me up after that and I went to live with my aunt and uncle. They lived comfortably in middle class with no kids - lucky me.

I'd like to think mom would be happy with how far I've come.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

"Levi, your new assistant starts today. Don't run her off, please." Hange gives a pleading look. "She's nice."

"Nice and competent are two separate things." I continue to jot down notes from a contract I'm reading.

"Levi, this is Juliet. Your assistant." Hange walked into my office with, who I'm assuming is Juliet. She's young, with long blonde hair and brown eyes. Conventionally attractive.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Ackerman. What do you need me to do first? Do you want me to get you coffee?"

"I don't drink coffee. I drink tea. And I get that myself." I look up from my desk. "Hange, have her go over my schedule for meetings next week and make sure everything is in order."

"Sure thing boss." Hange left with Juliet, closing my door gently behind them. I have a therapy appointment today, thankfully it's virtual. I open my laptop and sign into the portal to initiate the meeting.

"Levi! You look good!" My therapist, Maria, smiles.

"Thank you. The camera probably smooths out my skin."

"So, tell me about your week. What are you feeling, what's going on, all that jazz."

"I punched a guy in the face last week."

"Levi! What did we talk about with your anger?"

"I did think it over. I thought before I punched, and after. I don't regret it."

Maria shook her head, bringing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "Ay dios mio, you make my job so hard sometimes."

"That's why you get paid the big bucks, right?" I let out a rare chuckle.

"Why did you do that?"

Because he was touching whats mine.

"I thought he was going to take advantage of someone."

"Who's this someone?"

"I don't want to tell you about her yet. Then that means its serious."

"You punched a man because of her, that's not serious enough?"

"No. It's not. I'm 30 years old, Maria. I've never had a real relationship so I'm navigating it the only way I know how."

"Levi, she is not your mother. You can't treat her like she is a fragile human being. She has feelings, like you, and she is her own person. Does she want to be serious?"

"I'm not sure. We're ... dating? I guess that's different from being in a relationship."

"Ah, taking things slow. I see. Well, tell me about her."

"She works at my favorite coffee shop that I go to every day before work. Except I get tea. Anyways, I've seen her almost every day for 6 months and I've had long and short conversations with her. Only recently have we started seeing each other."

"And what are you scared of?" Maria's question stumped me.

I'm scared of everything.

I'm scared of losing her. I'm scared of losing what I have. I'm scared of starting a family only to have it ripped from me.

"Levi?" Maria snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I'm scared of, a lot. My feelings scare me. I feel, protective over her. I feel like I want to savor every moment we're together. I'm also scared she's going to run off once she truly sees my life."

I'm rich, like, filthy rich. She works hard for her money, lives alone, and has dreams of opening her own coffee shop. Which I can help with.

She's used to doing everything for herself. She doesn't have a housekeeper, a chef, none of that. She cooks, cleans, and does everything herself.

Everything I want in a woman is in her.

"You can't go around anticipating people leaving." Maria tapped her pen on her notebook. "You know what I say, everything happens for a reason. There's a reason you connected with her and there's a reason you feel the way you do about her. I don't think it would hurt to explore those feelings more."

After your therapy session, I decide I'm inviting her over for the first time. I want her to see how I am, in my house, and I want to observe how she is.

Me: Are you busy tonight?

Her: If by busy you mean I have a date with a pint of coffee ice cream and Grey's Anatomy, then yes.

Me: Would you like to do that here?

Her: Here is where?

She's gonna make me work for this.

Me: Here as in my house. I'll pick you up at 7.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ BRATTY BARISTA ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

After getting ready for Levi's, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your outfit consists of leggings, crew socks, sneakers, a low cut tank top and a zip up hoodie. You can't lie, part of you wants Levi to continue what he started at your place last week. The other part of you is scared shitless to go to his mansion.

At 7 PM sharp, you hear tires roll in front of your place. By the time you lock your doors, Levi is waiting outside the passenger door for you. He kisses your cheek before letting you in the car, scanning your body.

You study the drive from your place to his - about 20 minutes. Levi lives in a rich, residential area with plenty of land to spare.

Walking into his home, it's spotless. Like, actually spotless. No dust anywhere, nothing is out of place, even the remotes on his coffee table.

"I bought some coffee ice cream and I have Netflix set up for that show already - Grey's what?"

"Grey's Anatomy. You're watching it with me?"

"I was serious when I asked you if you wanted to do that here. Can we start from the 1st episode?" Levi grabbed 2 spoons and the pint of ice cream.

"Sure." You walk over to the couch, which looks like a cloud, and sink your body into it. So this is what it's like to have money.

Levi pressed play, opening the pint. He plunged his spoon into the ice cream as neatly as he could, bringing it to your lips.

You open your mouth slowly, letting him insert the spoon into your mouth. You stare at his eyes as you lick the spoon, getting lost in the clouds that live in his eyes. He pulled the spoon out of your mouth, taking a scoop for himself.

Levi had coffee ice cream residue on his bottom lip, which he quickly licked away. You stared at his chiseled jawline as he watched the show, his eyes moving back and forth with the scenes.

Eventually Levi put the ice cream away, knowing we would eat it again later. As he sat down next to you again, you couldn't help but notice a bulge in his pants.

We meet again.

Levi put his arm around the back of the couch, leaning back so his chest was stretched out. You could see his collarbone peeking out of his shirt, along with his sculpted muscles.

"You're not even watching, brat." Levi interrupted your daydream.

"I'm watching something else." You turn your body toward him. "It's much more interesting."

"What do you mean? I think it's ok so far -" Levi directs his attention back on the tv, getting lost in the plot.

You took advantage of this moment and unzipped your hoodie a bit, exposing your cleavage. He didn't seem to notice, but he will soon.

You slide into him, making sure he can feel your body against his. He looks down at you through his jet black locks, seemingly by surprise.

"What-"

"Shhhh." You press your finger to his lips, pulling your leg over his lap so you're straddling him. "You can't talk until I'm done. I mean it. Not a word." When did you suddenly get bold?

Levi's erection was more prominent now, pulsing against your thigh. You trail kisses down his face, neck, chest, and eventually you snake down to your knees, in front of his belt buckle.

You look up at Levi, who's mouth is open like he wants to say something.

"Remember the rules, Mr. Ackerman." You wiggle your finger, unbuckling his belt. "Not a word until I'm done."

His belt slid off with ease, as you pulled his slacks down to his ankles. His dick print through his boxer briefs startled you, but you're not gonna stop now. You spread his legs, pushing yourself in between them.

You drag your fingertips down his stomach to his pelvic region, tracing the 'V' line gently. You glanced to look at Levi, who's eyes were dead set on you.

His underwear came off, and his dick slapped his abs. Your eyes grew wide from his size, knowing you might have bit off more than you can chew.

You take one hand and start pumping his dick slowly, brushing your thumb over the tip. Pre-cum leaked from the slit, motivating you to pump harder.

You take some of the pre-cum from your finger and slid it into your mouth with a 'pop' sound. Levi groans, letting his head fall back.

You bring your lips to his tip, sucking it gently while pumping his shaft. You could not take all of him in yet, but you will. Your other hand starts massaging his balls, which hitched his breath. Your tongue caressed every vein in his dick, paying special attention to the tip.

Levi finally put one of his hands in your hair, directing you on his dick. You took more and more of him in, eventually hitting your gang reflex, but you didn't care. The look on Levi's face is worth it. He whimpers as your tongue cascades along his length, the sounds alone causing him to almost overstimulate.

Levi moaned your name before you felt his dick start pulsating in your mouth and his hand pulled your hair roughly. "Where do you want me to cum?" Levi said with short breaths.

"In my mouth."

It was less of a mess that way.

That must have sent Levi over the edge. He unleashed his load in your mouth, holding your hair tightly.

You snake your body up to his face and smile, swallowing his load.

"Fuck." Levi caught his breath, kissing your lips gently. "My turn." Levi pulled you onto the couch, laying you down horizontally. "But you can be as loud as you want."

Levi slid your leggings off, revealing your hot pink thong. He played with the straps before sliding them down your legs, kissing your thighs as he passed by.

Your core was drenched at this point from sucking his dick alone, and seeing him at your pussy sent you to another planet.

He slid two fingers in without warning, pulled them out, and sucked them while keeping his eyes on yours. "What a good girl. So wet for me." Levi started pumping his fingers, curling at your clit.

"Levi.." You moan his name, curling your toes. Levi presses his hand on your stomach, sitting his face in-between your thighs. His lips touched your pussy, sending electricity up and down your body.

The entire time, his eyes are on you. Watching every face you make, listening to every moan. Levi ate pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue and fingers invaded you and made it their home instead. Your walls started to pulsate as his tongue went in and out of you, devouring every last drop.

"So beautiful." Levi mumbled against you, curling his fingers one last time before the world went away around you. The feeling is euphoric. A man hasn't made you feel like this, ever. You've pleasured yourself enough to give yourself an orgasm, but this is different.

"Levi." You moan loudly, gripping his hair, riding out your high. You could not focus on one thing - there were no thoughts in your head. Levi ate you through your high until your legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Making his way to your lips, Levi kissed you gently, the sheen of your arousal all over his mouth.

"I wish I could savor this taste forever." He groaned, putting his hand behind your neck and pressing you into him gently.

His lips moved with purpose, making sure every inch is taken care of. Your lips are plump from all the arousal, your heart feels like its beating out of your chest.

"Do you still want to watch Grey's Anatomy?"

[ga-u-1737]

Inherited Guilt: An Idols Fallback

Chapter 2

Velvet lay still on her queen-sized bed as she woke up from her sleep, the sky was painted light blue, with no clouds in sight, and the bright sun outside was beaming through her window and onto her small empty bedroom, glittering and sparkling from the light.

She groaned slightly, rubbing her violet eyes at the sudden brightness.

“What time is it…” She said groggily still feeling tired and sleepy even a single beauty sleep wouldn't get her well-rested.

Glancing around the room a bit, her eyes landed on a picture frame on her bed cupboard. A picture, more like a memory of when Veneer and Velvet were little kids.

They just went to a theme park in the summer, and both Veneer and her were covered in sweets and ice cream.

Velvet grumbled, remembering what happened with her brother, the guilt bubbling up again.

She, of course, felt angry for what he had done and a bit betrayed but also felt anger at herself for exposing him. He was still her brother, her relative.

She laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes, maybe going back to sleep would allow her to forget that day and that it never happened.

“Um excuse me.” A bright flashlight flashed in her eyes forcing her to open them again. She blinked a few times to realize Crimp standing on top of her, a look of concern and seriousness on her face.

“Agh-Crimp!” Velvet yelped, squinting her eyes. “What are you doing!?”

“Why are you still asleep?” Crimp asked, crossed, turning off the flashlight. “It's almost 9, you got to get ready!”

“Ready for what?”

“You've got a lot of things to do, Velvet, you have a big schedule that we are a bit behind,” Crimp said.

Velvet mildly groaned again as she stood up from the bed, she didn't feel like doing anything today or doing anything at all.

“Okay…What’s the big schedule then?” She asked in annoyance, going towards the closet.

“I'm already in a bad mood.”

Crimp huffed, shaking her head. “You have to address the press about Veneer and about the crimes he committed, then you gotta visit your parents later today.”

“Why do I need to visit my parents?”

“They heard about what happened and wanted to see if you're alright,” Crimp responded, continuing what she left off.

“You then have an interview on the Bop on Top at 1:34 pm.”

Velvet widened her eyes, her cheeks all red, she knew who the TV host was, and was close to her as well.

“At least something good is coming for this day.” She thought to herself.

“What else is there?”

“You then got a photoshoot at 5:42 pm. Don't tell me you forgot?”

Right. The photoshoot. She and Veneer were not only singers but were also models on the runway, most of their faces in magazines and articles, well mostly Veneer.

“Look Crimp, is there anyway to cancel everything today and mostly for the rest of the month?! Velvet yelled out while putting her hair in a giant ponytail.

Crimp sighed, holding the schedule in her hands.

“I know what happened wasn’t the best but we already planned everything for this week, and for the next 3 months,” Crimp explained which Velvet grumbled at.

“Well, how about we just cancel all of it or maybe postpone it for 4 months.” She grabbed a long dress covered in a night blue, designed with flowers all over, with long lace sleeves.

“I'm sorry but we already got everything set up and it's too late to postpone,” Crimp said in a sad- tone.

Velvet clutched on the dress, silently groaning.

Crimp walked right next to her, putting her hand on her shoulder. “I can tell that you're upset, and yes that incident didn't help but I'm sorry, like I said earlier we already planned everything for the rest of the month plus the next 3 and today is far too late to delay anything at the moment.” She explained,

“But I promise you, it will be okay, and this whole thing will be over soon, then you could sit back in your comfy bed and sleep for the rest of the day.”

Velvet giggled, showing a faint smile. “Yeah, thanks Crimp.”

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Not even a few days and the event of what happened became a public affair around Mount Rageous. Already people were texting their friends and family about it, posting it on social media, it being the most gossiped-about topic everywhere, it was like a spreading disease.

Velvet herself wasn't an exception, the press was immediately in her face, asking questions and taking photos.

She hated this part of being famous, but people had to know about the aftermath and needed answers.

“So during the Rage Dome Show, what was the reason Veneer used pop-singing trolls so he could sing?” One of the press asked.

“I've said it earlier but the reason was he just wanted fame, but he lacked talent.” She said truthfully, keeping a calm demeanor.

“Well, why did he try to kill you on stage in front of a live audience?”

“He was angry he got caught,” she responded, “And I guess wanted to use his anger on someone else.”

Questions were swimming from left to right, asking all sorts, to which Velvet answered almost all of them, it was almost overwhelming, to be honest.

This part of the fame wasn't a piece of cake, the cameras being all spent flashing pictures and taking video, and the number of people wanting her to answer all their questions and thoughts.

“So a day after the Rage Dome Show fiasco,” Another one said, holding a giant microphone. “There was a small tiny rumor going on that Veneer was violent towards you behind closed doors and often abused you. Is that true?”

Velvet frozed, her body stiffed and her voice silent. Her heart was beating fast, and the noise in her ears was deafening, only the sounds of flashing cameras were heard.

“Miss, is everything all right?”

Velvet darted her eyes everywhere, seeing everyone averting their eyes at her, some still barbering her with questions, giving unorganized answers through the sputters that escaped her mouth, sometimes only nodding her head as a response.

Her breathing was shallow and shaky but was a bit steady.

“Miss Velvet, please answer us!” Another one yelled.

“Um…well I…” Velvet stuttered, she formed her hands in a tight fist, holding back a few tears. “Well…I-um...you see it…”

“Okay everyone, let's give Velvet a tiny break for now,” Crimp announced, dragging a scared Velvet out of the crowd.

They stopped at a nearby empty park and sat on one of the beaches there, which gave Velvet a second to breathe.

“Velvet, what was that?” Crimp yelled out, her eyes on the young celeb.

“I…I don't know.” Velvet paused, drinking a water bottle Crimp gave her, “It was fine earlier but that one question about Veneer made me just-”

“About one of those rumors that Veneer hurt you in private.” Crimp interrupted

“Yes, that one.” She nodded, gripping her hands together on the bottle.

“Well, sometimes Velvet we need to answer some interesting questions that people may have, some personal ones as well,” Crimp added in response.

“I know that but…”She paused again, “That one was personal, and I don't wanna answer what Veneer was doing in his own time besides Troll-napping.”

She put down her sleeve, revealing a faded but large bruise, painted in a light purple with a tint of blue on her left shoulder.

“Especially what Veneer did to me.” She continued, “And after that specific day…I don't want to answer that.” A couple of tears escaped her eyes, dripping on her face.

Crimp softened her face, slightly cursing herself. She held onto Velvet’s hand in comfort.

“Yeah I guess that makes sense,” She replied, staring at the bruise and frowning. “Not after that.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the sounds of the children and chattering teens passed by them, the sun still affecting the world with light and the white cloud walking by it

“But,” Crimp opened her mouth. “For right now, everything will be fine.”

Velvet glanced at her, giving a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that things will be okay.” She explained, “It happened and it seemed like it's over now but there are still some things that are still affected.”

Velvet stared at her for a moment before slowly nodding in agreement, covering the large bruise.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” She said, averting her gaze from Crimp.

The young woman sighed, gently rubbing her hand on the idol's shoulder.

They both looked at the ocean-like sky, the pastel clouds passing by with some covering the sun. Distance sounded through their ears, the sounds of the wind blowing swiftly, strangers walking or running by them, some even noticing the idol, and the sound of their soft breathing.

Eventually, Velvet gripped her hands and got up, wiping away her tears.

“We have to get back on schedule.” Velvet sighed while fixing her clothes. “Most of the day has already been wasted.”

Crimp jumped before adjusting her sitting.

“Oh! Oh-oh right yes.” She slightly stammered as she got up gripping her chart board. “We should get back to the news reporters, then we should visit your parents at your childhood home.”

Velvet silently nodded, walking in advance whilst Crimp followed along.

She breathed in and exhaled through her mouth.

It's gonna be a long day, or a long while before this whole Veneer famous scandal will be forever done.

Chapter 3

[aeonphantasia]

To all the akuroku shippers (and to my own amusement lol), I made a small summary of all the times Axel and Roxas met and spent time together throughout the KH 358/2 Days game because i feel like the movie version didn't do justice to them. It's a very small outline and i'm already planning to do a more detailed breakdown in the future to showcase how their relationship has changed through that one year. Hope you enjoy it!!

Also, I want to dedicate this to all the akuroku fans out there who have written beautiful fics about these two. I know there's an akrk discord where you meet and discuss about them. I made this for you, for reference if you want as a thanks for all your wonderful works!!! (I would tag you all but i'm a bit shy, so you know who you are!)

n.b. the days marked with a ! indicate an important milestone in their relationship.

PART 1 - here.

!DAY 255 - THE LONGEST DAY Axel meets Xion in C.O. and asks her to leave and forget everything. Axel meets Roxas for ice cream. (This is where the famous ‘why the sun sets red’ scene happens). Roxas wonders about Xion. Axel lies and tells him she is on an important mission. Roxas feels Axel is not being entirely honest and he too seems like is not himself. Xion finds the truth about herself. 

!DAY 256 - NEWS Org.XIII has a meeting discussing Xion who has left. Xemnas forbids anyone to go look for her. Roxas is disheartened. After his mission he is alone eating ice cream. Roxas wishes Axel would be there with him. Axel stands hidden in silence on the clocktower, observing Roxas. 

!DAY 257 - HOLLOW Roxas sits alone on the clocktower. He’s sad. Wonders where his friends are. Roxas seems sure Axel is avoiding him. 

DAY 276 - DISORDER After a long time, Axel joins Roxas on the clocktower. Axel resolves they will go look for Xion the next day. Axel is worried about Xion too.

DAY 277 Brief meeting in the morning. Roxas looks for Xion. 

DAY 278 Brief meeting in the morning. Roxas looks for Xion. 

!DAY 296 - CONFESSIONS Brief meeting in the morning. Later, Roxas and Axel sit on the clocktower. Roxas wants to look for Xion in C.O. Axel confesses that’s where Xion comes from. 

!DAY 297 - CONTACT Axel and Roxas go to C.O. Roxas collapses. He wakes up next to Axel in Twilight Town. They briefly see Xion but she runs away. Roxas questions her actions. Axel seems reluctant. 

!DAY 298 - FRACTURE Roxas witnesses Saix ordering Axel to bring Xion back with force, considering her a traitor. Axel promises he won’t hurt her. Roxas has been ordered to find the impostor (Riku). During his mission he finds Xion and begs her to come back, which she refuses. After trying to grab her, she summons her keyblade. Axel, who was secretly witnessing the scene, charges towards Xion and they have a fight which Roxas tries to stop. Axel knocks Xion unconscious and brings her back to the castle. Roxas catches up to him asking for an explanation and accusing him of not keeping his promise not to hurt her. Axel remains indifferent. Roxas is cross with Axel.

!DAY 299 - SORA Roxas learns from Xemnas about Sora. When he’s greeted by Axel, he ignores him. Axel keeps ignoring his guilt towards Roxas and the lies he’s telling him, convincing himself that that’s what being a nobody means. Yet, he feels something is not right. ‘Roxas doesn't trust me after the whole Xion incident, but I can't tell him the truth yet. So I keep lying. It's no big deal when you're a Nobody. There's no guilt, no feeling at all. So why does it still sting, just a little, when I lie to him? All my dealings with Roxas give me this bizarre illusion of humanity.’

!DAY 300 - SHUTDOWN Axel and Xion join Roxas for ice cream. None of them speak a word.

!DAY 301 - VACANT PLACE Roxas eats ice cream alone. He starts feeling tired. Axel doesn’t know how to talk to Roxas. 

!DAY 321 - WANING POWER Roxas and Xion have ice cream together. Roxas complains about the way Axel treated Xion and he’s mad at him as far as calling him ‘jerk’, which takes Xion aback. She (very sweetly) explains to him that if it wasn’t for Axel she wouldn’t be here with him now. Roxas is still cross. (The little dialogue they have is actually very sweet and emphasizes my HC that Xion is very aware of the feelings Axel and Roxas have for each other.) Roxas: I can't believe that jerk would actually attack you. Xion: So he's a jerk now? (Roxas says nothing) Xion: Roxas, I wouldn't be sitting here with you if Axel hadn't done that. (Roxas still says nothing) Xion: He's your best friend. Roxas: So are you. Later, Xion meets with Axel. She is worried about Roxas, and Axel tells her (very rudely) it’s because she is absorbing his powers. Once again, Axel states that they are best friends and can’t take decisions on her behalf. 

DAY 322 Roxas has ice cream on his own and wishes he can meet with his friends again like before. 

DAY 324 Roxas has ice cream alone. 

!DAY 352 - SUNSET Brief meeting in the morning. Axel is worried about Roxas. During his mission, Roxas fights a powerful nobody. Just before the final attack Axel appears and stops the fight revealing the mission to be a setup: Xion and Roxas were actually fighting each other. Later they eat ice cream together. They enjoy their time together and Roxas proposes the three of them to run off so they can always be together. Roxas promises to never forget these memories. ‘Me and Xion and Axel had ice cream. The sunset was beautiful.I don't have to write anything else down, because I'll never forget this day.’

!DAY 353 - RESOLVE After his mission, Roxas is back at the castle. He learns that Xion has disappeared again and Axel let her go without stopping her. Finally, Axel tells Roxas the truth about Xion and how he would trade her to save Roxas’ life. Roxas is very upset. He thinks he can’t trust Axel anymore. (I cannot NOT include their dialogue because it is extremely powerful and emotional). Roxas: What happened out there? Axel: Look, nothing. Roxas: Xion's gone! How is that nothing? Axel: It's just like Xigbar said. I couldn't stop her from going. Roxas: Don't give me that! Why not? Axel (crossing his arms): Roxas... Xion is like a mirror that reflects you. Roxas: What? Axel: The Organization made her to duplicate your powers. She's a puppet Roxas: Have you gone nuts? Xion's a person, not a puppet. Axel: She's smoke and mirrors, Roxas. And when I looked in the mirror... It wasn't you I saw. Roxas: I don't know what you're talking about, but Xion is Xion. You can't expect her to be me. Axel: That's not what I mean, Roxas. It was only a matter of time before somebody had to break the mirror. Roxas: You mean destroy her. (Axel looks away) Roxas: Answer me! Axel: Roxas, if somebody doesn't, you'll... You won't be you anymore. Roxas: I'll always be me! Your best friend--just like Xion! Axel (shaking his head): Roxas, you're...you're not seeing the bigger picture. Any of it. Roxas: Ugh, forget this. (Roxas starts to leave) Axel: Roxas! (He runs away) Axel: Why can't you understand…

!DAY 354 - TRUTH Org.XIII has a meeting. Xemnas orders Axel to capture Xion once again. Roxas is against it. He is angry at Axel for keeping the truth from him for so long. Roxas wonders if he is a puppet too. 

!DAY 355 - UNSAID, UNHEARD Roxas meets Axel and the two have a bad confrontation. (Again, I’ll let their dialogue do the talking. This is the best piece of writing of the entire game. I call this ‘The Break-up’). Roxas: Axel. Axel: Hey, Roxas. (They stand silent for a moment) Roxas: You find Xion? Axel: Like it's gonna be that easy. Roxas: I know… (Axel says nothing) Roxas: Have you been keeping the truth about her from me this whole time? Axel: ...Not the whole time. Roxas: When did you find out? Axel: Oh, I dunno. Somewhere along the way. Roxas: Didn't get it memorized, huh? Axel... Who am I, really? (Axel says nothing) Roxas: I'm special, like Xion. I know that. (Axel remains silent) Roxas: But the Organization wanted me out of the picture. Axel: Yeah... They did. Roxas: Is it because Xion copied by Keyblade and they didn't need me anymore? (Axel continues to say nothing) Roxas: And you feel the same way. Axel: No, you've got that part wrong. You'll always be my best friend. Roxas: Best friends are honest with each other! Who am I, Axel? (Axel looks away) Roxas: Xemnas said me and Xion are connected to Sora. Who is that? Tell me! Am I a puppet like Xion? Axel: No… Roxas: What, then? Axel: You really think the truth is going to make you feel better? It won't. Roxas: What makes you so sure? I have a right to know who I am! How did I get here? Why am I special? Where did I learn to use the Keyblade? I deserve those answers! Axel: Roxas… Roxas (sighing): Are you gonna tell me or not? Axel... Who am I? Axel: You've just gotta trust me, Roxas. (He turns around) Roxas: I don't. Axel: Hey, c'mon… Roxas: If I can't get answers here, I'll get them somewhere else. Somebody knows where I came from. That'll be the person I trust.

Roxas leaves. Outside of the Castle, they meet one more time. Axel: Your mind's made up? (He stops) Roxas: Why did the Keyblade choose me? I have to know. Axel: You can't turn on the Organization! You get on their bad side, and they'll destroy you! Roxas: No one would miss me. (He walks away) Axel: That's not true... I would.

DAY 356 - PLACE TO BELONG Axel meets Xion and they fight. Axel brings Xion back and then he collapses from fatigue. 

!DAY 357 - TEARS Roxas and Xion fight. Xion disappears into the light. Axel finds an envelope. Inside, there’s a ‘WINNER’ stick. 

-END.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(Prompt #20: EMOTIONAL ANGST | Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault.")

Notes: Well, I know October ended up like... A few days ago, but I had this one half-written and needed to get it out.

Settled in tl0, around their 6th year of elementary school (so before the katana incident). It's just pure pain and bajiharu friendship being precious and everything as usual.

I have one last prompt to post that it's already written by I deemed it should be the last one, so stay tuned because probably it would happen tomorrow!

Warnings: Pure emotional angst (yeah, checks) and grieving together. Oh, it hurts until the end bc we know what is coming, but they have some comfort along the way, yuhuuu!

“...It was freaking amazing, we definitely need to go to the new ice-cream parlor together once you’re out of here.”

This had been their new normal for the past three years, visiting Mikey together and explaining everything that was happening in their lives — making sure their friend was still a part of it, that he had a place to come back. Lately, only Haruchiyo kept rambling to him while Baji stayed in silence with a weird expression.

“Stop it.”

“What the hell? Why are you angry this time?” 

Deep down, Haruchiyo knew the serious tone in his friend’s voice wasn’t exactly anger — no, it was something far worse, something he refused to acknowledge. The profound sigh he got as an answer only made him more anxious, and the fact Baji seemed to be choosing his next words? Thousand times worse.

No, his childhood friend had never been the type to think before talking — or acting — something was clearly wrong, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

“You need to let him go, Haru.”

If this had been anyone else, Haruchiyo would have tried to rip their tongue and make them swallow along with the words that should’ve never been said — or maybe he would’ve thrown everything he could at them, like he did when Takeomi dared to imply he spent too much time inside this hospital. 

But it was Baji, the only one who understood his pain — or the one who used to understand at least — so, instead, he clenched his fists until his knuckles went white. 

“Is this the type of bullshit your new therapist tells you?” He spat his words, filled with all the venom he could muster. It was unfair and Haruchiyo knew it, his friend had never made any mean comment about the pills he needed to take to be able to sleep — to be able to breathe.

“Fuck off, I swear in moments like these I miss the times when you were unable to talk back.”

The dry bark only added to his anger. Until he understood the words. Haruchiyo deflated and started to fidget with his sleeve, a welcomed distraction from the sudden wave of sadness.

“I miss those times too, every fucking day.” He couldn’t look at Baji’s face for his next words, afraid of the possible confirmation he could find there. “You don’t have to keep coming if that’s what this is about, alright?”

“Like hell I’d leave you alone, idiot.”

“You won’t?”

Whatever Baji heard in his whisper — vulnerability sneaking into his voice — made him stand up and sit down next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and ruffling his hair. Haruchiyo huffed, but couldn’t help leaning onto the affectionate touch, relieved to discover he was the same annoying idiot as always.

They stayed like that for a while, the silence felt less charged now — or maybe it was him, who could breathe better now that he knew Baji wouldn’t abandon him too. For a moment, Haruchiyo was starting to forget why they even fought, until his friend spoke again.

“I can’t stop thinking…” Bad sign again, even if this time his voice was softer, sadness mixed with the obvious concern. “...if I was him, I couldn’t part knowing you and Mikey still need me here.”

“Good, you shouldn’t.” 

That was the wrong answer, judging by the way Baji’s body tensed up next to him. Honestly, what was he expecting? Haruchiyo hated this topic and its implications. Why were they talking about this? Mikey was here with them — alive. 

“What if he’s suffering? What if…?” 

The way Baji’s voice cracked, broke something inside of him. Without thinking, he searched for his friend’s hand, squeezing it as much as he could — maybe this way they could pretend both of their tears were due to physical pain. 

“The doctors said he wasn’t in pain.” 

It didn’t sound convincing, at all. All those doctors and nurses said a lot of bullshit that already proved to be wrong, but what else could he say? He hated how much sense Baji’s words had, he hated it, he hated it! 

Because he was too selfish to put Mikey’s well-being first, wasn’t he? A sob rocketed his body, startling both of them and earning another strong squeeze in return.

“I don’t want him to go, Kei… I can’t, I can’t do that, I’m not strong like you or Mikey, I don’t… I can’t.”

It was his fault, wasn’t it? That Mikey still had to worry about them. Haruchiyo was too weak to be left alone, unable to be the one taking care of his friends, protecting them.

“Me neither.” The whisper was so low, that he almost missed it between his own whimpers. “But if he…” He could tell why Baji paused, the word none of them wanted to say out loud. “If he leaves, we’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Shut up.” Another squeeze. “We’re going to stick together, so of course we’ll be alright, dumbass.”

This time, he could tell Baji wasn’t talking only to him — it was too damn obvious in the intense glance he sent towards Mikey. Haruchiyo could only nod in silence, before hiding his face on the other boy’s shoulder, hiding like the coward he was. 

Who knew, maybe Baji was right and as long as they were together, everything would be fine in the end. At least they had each other, right?

(I hurt myself while writing it too, I swear it)

[bookofbolden]

TIMING: Early August LOCATION: Mansión Mexicana PARTIES: Leila ( @amonstrousdream ) & Eleanor SUMMARY: Eleanor goes to check on Leila after the incident at The Party Thifter. WARNINGS: None!

“No change, thank you!” Eleanor grabbed the shopping bag filled with powdered donuts, candy, and ice cream and ran out of the store and jumped into her car at lightning speed. The car had just barely started up before she stomped on the gas and sped back out onto the road to Metzli’s house.

She had been more than a little concerned when she’d received the message from Leila stating that something bad had happened at The Party Thrifter. Eleanor could hardly decipher what the messages were supposed to say, but somewhere in there she had picked up the words “stabbed” and “Regan” and her stomach dropped hoping that they didn’t have anything to do with one another. She couldn’t imagine Regan stabbing someone, especially not Leila, so she went with the assumption that she’d misunderstood the message and that everything would be explained in due time.

Once she’d arrived at Metzli's, Eleanor let herself in and yelled out for anyone who might be inside. “Hey, it’s Elle! Where is everyone?”

—

Leila was pretty sure she was floating.

Whatever Metzli had given her to dull the pain was doing an excellent job. The little cuts and gashes from the glass felt non-existent, and the sharp pain of the gash along her neck had dulled to a throb. It was so quiet, though, being alone and resting, and the moments moved by slowly and altogether. The new phone Metzli had left her was laying on the pillow next to her playing classical music quietly. Leila was just starting to wonder if she had actually messaged Eleanor or if that had been a dream (A dream! She felt like she was dreaming again!) when the woman’s voice floated up through the halls of the Mansión Mexicana. 

She sat up quickly, cringing a bit at the feel of the stitches tugging with the movement. “Elle?” Leila’s voice sounded so strange in her own ears. Wobbly. Distant. Maybe it was floating away too. Forgetting hers and Metzli’s orders to rest, the mare scooted out of the bed and started weaving her way down the halls, trying to find the source of the voice that sounded like Eleanor. “I’m coming, I just… gotta find…” Had someone rearranged the world while she was sleeping? 

__

There was the sound of sluggish footsteps and then a voice that only somewhat sounded like Leila’s. Eleanor grumbled under her breath as she followed the sounds along the halls, upset that Leila had once again disobeyed her strict orders. Maybe upset was too strong a word. Mostly, she was concerned. She wanted to know what had happened and what she could do to make her friend feel better.

“Que fais-tu? You’re supposed to be in bed, Leila.” Eleanor sighed like a disappointed mother but then her eyes went straight to the cuts and bruises. She stopped for a moment as she took in Leila's appearance then, determined not to show how much it scared her, she gently positioned her arm around the other so that she was supporting most of her weight. “If you get back into bed I won’t tell Metzli that you were up wandering around, okay? And I brought snacks, all the things you love, so you don’t have to get up anymore. You can eat the ice cream now if you want so that it doesn’t melt. I got cute little plastic spoons with cartoon characters on them. Moreso for me than you, but I figured you’d enjoy them too.”

Eleanor was no stranger to taking on the caregiver role, she was a big sister afterall. Whenever those around her needed her was when she felt the most useful. She liked being able to help and she wouldn’t be leaving Leila’s side until she knew for a fact that everything would be alright. “One foot in front of the other.” She set a slow but steady pace back into the bedroom and very gently guided Leila back down onto the bed. “Have you been given medicine?” She thought she knew the answer to her own question given Leila's loopy demeanor but she wanted to double check.

—

“C’est toi!! Je vais bien, ignore the bandages, ‘s excessif…” Wide, glassy doe eyes lit up with a slightly dopey glee as the mare took in the sight of Eleanor, as if the woman had magically apparated right in front of her. Her words strung themselves together in a messy mix of English and French. And… Elle was frowning at her- that wasn’t good. Leila didn’t like to see Eleanor frown. Her voice seemed so far away, even as she stood at her side, taking weight that the mare had forgotten existed. Was gravity a real thing anymore? Should she tell Elle that there was a high probability she could actually float down the hall? 

With a huff and a wince, Leila started moving wherever Eleanor was determined to lead her. “Bed’s boring” Her voice was muddled in her own head. Her throat felt dry and gravelly, and the side of her neck continued its dull throbbing with every little move of her head. Why did her neck hurt? Oh yes, the murder turtleneck. It had a knife! A knife that it had decided belonged in Leila. Very unfortunate. Her gaze drifted down towards the woman once more as she stumble-floated back down the hallway. At least there was company now! “You brought me snacks?” What good thing had she done to deserve Eleanor? She wasn’t sure. Thank god Metzli had met the woman and brought her into their life. She was a little bit of sunshine. “Tu es un ange,”

A moment or a century later (the mare wasn’t sure) she was back on the bed in Metzli’s room. Strange, she didn’t remember Eleanor having teleportation magic. “Metzli stitched me up…” That wasn’t the answer for the question, but her memory was so fuzzy of the time between then and now. She didn’t know if it was medicine or a decent lack of that glittering stuff she called blood that had escaped her veins. Probably medicine. Maybe both. “I think…? Medicine, things don’t… hurt so much…”

__

Eleanor had to laugh. “Not an angel, just a friend.” There were so many questions that demanded to be asked but she didn’t want to overwhelm Leila. Instead she walked around the bed and carefully climbed on top of the covers so that she sat beside her friend with the shopping bag of snacks. Another look over the wounds that had been patched up made the empath even more worried than before - close up they looked worse than she had imagined. But Leila was speaking, even if most of it didn’t make sense, and that had to count for something. Everything had to be alright.

“I like this song.” Eleanor commented when the classical music that played through Leila’s phone switched to Fur Elise. She began taking out the ice cream, happy to have something to pull her attention away from the stitches because she really didn’t want to stare. But what had happened? She was still so confused. “I was so scared when I got your messages. You said something about the store? What happened to it? And what’s this about… Regan?” She couldn't bring herself to ask the real question on her mind: Did Regan stab you?! “I really hope that Metzli knew what they were doing when they stitched you up.” She hadn't thought that it might be impossible for the undead to seek medical attention without causing some alarm.

“It sounds like you’ve had your fair share of medicine. I’m still deciding whether or not that’s a good thing.” Eleanor opened a pint of ice cream, stuck one of the plastic spoons in it, and handed it to Leila. “I’m glad that the pain isn’t unbearable. Let me know if you start to hurt again, alright?” This reminded her of that time her younger sister Farah had snuck out and gone to a party and needed to be nursed back to life the following day. Eleanor had stuck by her side and provided whatever she needed, much like she intended to do for Leila. “I’m glad you reached out to me, even if I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying.” She teased.

—

“Nooooo, no, you’re ange. Part angel. Too sweet and nice to be anything else,” Leila had slowly laid back down against the soft pillows and blankets Metzli had left her cocooned up in. If she could sleep- really sleep- it would probably be like heaven. But sleep was only something a mare could dream of, not something one could actually have. 

Fur Elise floated up into the air from somewhere nearby. Her fingers twitched, aching to play along, instinct miming what fingers corresponded to the right keys. She sighed heavily and let her eyes droop shut as she and the music floated about in the sea of fabric, punctuated by a wave of concern from… from… Oh yes! Eleanor was there! Her eyes opened once more, delighted by surprising new company. 

The smile that had grown on her face slowly drooped. Anything but that. Talk about anything but the store… Flashes of a world of crystalline shards and summer sun filtered by dust and filled with noise flooded her mind. “The store is gone,” Her voice wobbled for a moment. “The sweater came back for revenge, Elle! It had a knife, and, and it attacked Regan, then stabbed me, and then Regan was screaming and….” Her gaze drifted somewhere distant, as if the image had conjured itself in the space just over Eleanor’s shoulder.

She took a heaping spoonful of ice cream up on a Spider-Man spoon and closed her eyes. Sweet. Sweet was good. Sugar brought things back into focus, made Leila feel more like Leila again. “Fank oo…” She mumbled through an icy mouthful of chocolate and marshmallow fluff.

__

Nothing made sense to Eleanor and she wondered if she would have to wait until all of the medication in Leila’s system wore off before she would be able to get the clear picture of exactly what had happened. Whatever it was it was obvious that it was bad and she just wanted to know the best way to be there for the person she cared about. The one thing that was very clear to her though was that The Party Thrifter was gone. At least that’s what Leila had stated over and over again. Tears collected in her eyes at the thought of it - she knew how much the store meant to her, she couldn't imagine anything ever happening to it.

“It can’t be gone forever, right? Once you’re all fixed up and actually able to get out of bed without hurting yourself you, Metzli, and I will all come together and get it up and running again. Nothing to worry about.” She didn’t know how bad the damage was but Eleanor had her fingers crossed that everything was reparable.

She shook her head. “I’m so sorry chérie, but nothing's making sense right now. A sweater came back for revenge, Regan screamed… I’m not following.” Maybe there was some kind of curse placed on a sweater? But what was so bad about Regan screaming? Wouldn’t anyone scream if a murderous sweater was after them? The problem was deciding whether or not anything that was said had any truth to it or if Leila’s mind was just seriously medicated. “How’s the ice cream?” Eleanor asked as she took a bite of her own cookies and cream with a Captain America spoon. She needed some time to think over all of the information properly.

—

She wanted to think about anything but the store. Leila would have happily been knocked back out to avoid the thought of how many pieces of her history now laid in shards and scraps on the floor of the place that had once been her store. Things she had made and mended now torn to ribbons. Pieces of history danced across the splintered floor, swirling in the breeze with the dust like ghosts. 

Sweet Eleanor tried to ease that pain. She was grateful for it. Usually, she would fight the tears that started to roll down her face, but she was too tired and too out of it from the medication to even try. “It’s all gone…” Her lip trembled before she spooned another helping of ice cream into her mouth to shut herself up. If she was lucky, the roof was still hanging on and hadn’t caved in. Maybe the back room where she had lived for almost the entirety of her first year in town wasn’t completely demolished and she might be able to collect a few belongings… but Leila doubted it. 

“Regan… Regan screams and things break.” Leila’s nose scrunched up as she tried to find the words to describe it. “Elle casse les choses avec sa voix. I don’t understand it. She just does… She tried to get rid of the cursed sweater, and then…” Her voice dropped off, and the mare stared into her pint of ice cream. The Spider-Man spoon stared back. He did not seem to have any advice to give as to how to explain the day’s events, either. 

“‘s very good ice cream, mon doux, thank you…” 

__

Surprised, Eleanor wiped a bit of ice cream from her hand before she reached over and lightly wiped the tears from Leila’s face. She was still silently determined to find some way to restore the shop and make it whole again even if she hadn’t seen the amount of damage. She didn’t want to believe that it could truly be gone just like that. She was a very sentimental person and she didn’t want something that meant so much to be gone forever. She made a vow to do whatever she could to help bring it back to life. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I want you to know that I’m here and I’ll do whatever you need me to do to help you feel better, alright?”

She breaks things with her voice. Leila was too medicated to make sense. Eleanor didn’t know how to respond to such a claim so she didn’t say anything at all about it. She would ask more Regan-centered questions later, or maybe even message the woman herself to get some clarification as to what had happened at the store. As for this cursed sweater, well she had no idea where to even begin. “And the sweater, is it still out there?”

As many questions as she had she still wanted to lighten the mood so that she didn’t upset Leila too much. Eleanor pulled her phone from her pocket and smiled. “I know I’m supposed to be on vacation but you know I can’t rest for too long. I’ve been working on some poems and I want to write one about you. What is your favorite color?” There, that would get Leila’s mind off of everything, wouldn’t it? They could speak about things that didn’t require a lot of thought like favorite colors, movies, and songs. And she could write it all down and put it into a poem or two.

—

She had never grown used to being the one being comforted. It was so much easier to be the one who provided the comfort, Leila thought. She had lived long enough that her own troubles felt like they should be minor in comparison to a normal, human lifespan. Besides, caring and loving and providing comfort for others might have made up for the necessary evil of weaving nightmares in the minds of dreamers. A less damned immortal soul. But it was so… nice… to be comforted. She didn’t know if it was the medication talking or the sheer extent of shitty the day had been, but the simple act of wiping away her tears and being there seemed to make things just a little bit better. 

“Don’t know about the sweater. Crisse de câlice de tabarnak d'esti de sacrament, I hope Regan shredded it with her screamies… I hope it’s smooshed. In the rubble. In a puddle of.. of glitter... Stupid murdleneck…” 

The sound of Fur Elise faded as the final chord was released, only to be replaced by cello and piano swirling together. Saint-Saëns. Le Cygne. Where was her piano- she wanted to play her piano, but Leila had a feeling that her hands and her feet would not cooperate to get her to the piano, let alone play it. Before she could try to stand and make another grand escape attempt, Eleanor’s sparkly smile distracted her. “You want to write a poem about me?” Who wrote poems about nightmares? Sweet sunshiney Eleanor, that was who. Spider-Man assisted with another scoop of ice cream that seemed to be almost entirely marshmallow fluff as the mare contemplated for a moment. 

“... Purple. I like purple.”

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Eleanor didn’t know what to say so she hoped that a joke would help lighten the atmosphere. “I have yet to run into a cursed object of any kind… At the rate everyone else is experiencing them, I hate to think that I’m next. I don’t know what I’ll do if something mysterious and… magical comes after me.” She had heard of a few curses around town but never really put much thought into it. Maybe more and more people were losing their minds or maybe what they said had some truth to it. She didn’t know and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“Of course I want to write a poem about you, silly, I’m writing poems about everyone I love. Metzli, Ariadne, you.” Eleanor waited patiently for the response to her question and typed it into her phone with a proud nod. “Purple, beautiful color. I can think of a million ways to use purple in a poem to describe you. Soothing like lavender, royalty in my eyes, ambitious and powerful.” As she spoke she typed those words as well, not wanting to forget them when she actually sat down at her computer to put everything together. “I don’t know why I was inspired to go the poetry route, I think going out of my comfort zone with my most recent novel has helped me take the leap and explore things I would have never explored before.”

She thought that she was speaking too much. Maybe Leila didn’t want to have a conversation, maybe she just wanted to rest. Eleanor was sure she would have wanted nothing more than to eat her ice cream in peace if she had ended up the way Leila had. “You let me know if you want me to stop talking, I can just sit here and focus on work. I mean, I’m technically supposed to be on vacation, but what do people even do during that time? I don’t plan on traveling anywhere unless I get asked to do a book signing, which I’m still not one hundred percent sure I’d do, and I don’t have any crazy plans for here at home.” She looked over to Leila with a smile. “Sorry, once I start talking I can’t ever seem to stop.”

—

“You’re not allowed to get cursed.” Leila’s voice wobbled as her eyelids drooped more. The longer she sat still, the easier it was for the exhaustion of the day to fall back on her like a ton of bricks. It was so strange to be so exhausted yet unable to sleep. But there was the hint of an amused smile playing at the corner of her lips. A glimmer of the woman she usually was poking through the cracks. “Not allowed... ‘cause I said so.” There were entirely too many cursed items in the town of Wicked’s Rest. Sometimes, she’d wondered if they all traveled there as if pulled by some curse-magnet. Logically there was no way to insist that Eleanor not get cursed… but she could still try and scare the universe into it.

It was nice to sit and listen to Eleanor’s voice while music from… somewhere (Where was it coming from? She couldn’t remember) filtered in and out of her mind. If she could not go and find her piano, wherever that might have been, then she was happy to sit and listen to Eleanor talk about poetry. “I’m not a good writing subject,” She mumbled before she could really process the woman’s words. Writing poetry for everyone she loved… Her eyes opened for a moment, straining to focus on Eleanor. Loved her? Was it a kindness, spoken to someone who was in pain? Metzli was the one Eleanor was closest too- Leila was probably just an added friendship out of obligation. But… If she were an obligation, why would Eleanor be there with her, talking to her, keeping her company. 

“Don’t stop talking…” The words were soft, the medication pulling her back down into a rest she hadn’t known in so long. “...’s nice…  Talk to me…”

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Eleanor laughed a little under her breath. “Alright, I’m not allowed to be cursed because Leila said so.” She already tried to keep herself out of trouble as best she could because she knew that it would be those around her that would have to try and get her out of whatever situation she found herself in. “Considering I spend a lot of time either in my apartment or various coffee shops I think it’ll be easy for me to avoid any kind of trouble. It’s you I’m worried about anyhow.”

The empath shook her head. “You’re the perfect writing subject. You’re strong, talented, ambitious, beautiful. All of those things make it easy to write about someone.” Eleanor sighed and got even more comfortable in the bed. “This project will be a lot of fun because instead of sitting at my computer researching all day I get to be outside speaking with people, being around those that I’m writing about so that I can pick up small details about them. I’m actually very excited about it, not that I wasn’t excited about any of my other publications. This one just feels like it’s going to be a breeze. I think I’m going to include some photography with it as well, I haven’t done much with my love for photographing things lately.”

If there was one thing Eleanor could do it was talk. She looked over to Leila with a smile. “Not a problem.” She continued typing away at her phone as she spoke, the ideas coming to her in waves. “Have I ever told you about my wild college days? I went a little crazy: bar hopping, going to clubs, getting tattoos while drunk. I was a completely different person!” She giggled because sometimes she still couldn’t believe the things she’d done in the past. “But I obviously settled down and became the serious writer I am now.” She hoped that her voice would help Leila to fall into a deep sleep because she obviously needed the rest. “I think you would have gotten a kick out of me if we’d met all those years ago.”

—

Exhaustion rolled over the mare like rain on the skin of someone who only knew drought. It was strange to not know rest for so long and suddenly feel so very tired and find some relative of sleep when she closed her eyes. Thank god for whoever invented modern medicine. Its intended use was likely not to bring sleep to the living dead, but whatever medication Metzli had dosed the mare with was enough to gift Leila with dreamless sleep for the first time in centuries. 

Leila could feel her eyelids drooping as Eleanor’s melodic voice filled the space, calling her words that did not fit with her vision of herself. She was not strong. In her current state, she couldn’t have fought a bunny rabbit off if she had to. She wasn’t talented or ambitious either. Talent was a thing that possessed people in mortal lifetimes, not those who had centuries to perfect crafts. Ambition was for those who pursued what they wanted- she had wasted two hundred years hiding away in shadows, hoping the universe might forget her. 

And beautiful… well… Metzli thought she was beautiful. She had not felt beautiful since she’d become a nightmare. In truth, beauty was a farce that could be played at. She could wear gowns of satin and silk, paint her face to look near angelic, move and talk with all the grace in the world… and still, at her core, Leila was dead. A shiny painted apple that was rotten at the core. Metzli had been the first in two centuries to look at her and make her feel beautiful not for what she looked like, but for who she was. It was a thought that after a year, she still could not comprehend.

Leila’s droopy gaze lolled to the side, trying to take in the effervescent Eleanor as she wound words into the air in a neverending strand. She spoke her words as if they were simple truths. Facts rather than topics to turn into poetry. Maybe, she thought to herself as she shifted into the feather-soft cocoon of blankets, her head lolling gently into the woman’s side as the dark of rest tried to reclaim her, Maybe Eleanor could see her a bit like Metzli could. Not the monstrosity that feeds on fear, but the person she tried to be. 

What a lovely dream. 

—

Eleanor enjoyed being around people who made her feel calm and Leila seemed to be an expert at that. The empath could easily understand why Metzli was so in love with Leila, it was nearly impossible not to instantly fall in love with her. What an amazing writing subject for her poetry! And it wasn’t just the outwardly beauty she could write about all day long, the other woman possessed a beautiful soul, too.

As Leila leaned into her side, Eleanor smiled and continued her typing. That was one poem finished and she hadn’t had to think too hard about it at all. Sure, there was the editing that would come at a much later date, but for someone who’d been hesitant about trying her hand at the craft she thought that she was onto a pretty good start. Maybe all she needed for motivation was to be near those that she loved the most and who made her feel comfortable. She just hoped that her continued presence didn’t cause her to become an unwanted visitor.

“You need to rest. When you have the energy you can tell me all about whatever happened and how you got to be in this condition, but for now I’m banning you from leaving the bed.” Eleanor tried her best to sound stern but a smile crossed her face despite her efforts. “I’ll be here when your mind isn’t so foggy and I’ll stay for however long you want.”

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Please may I have a Spy x family scenario of when Greige was locked in a hot car by the kidnapper who dared to lay a finger on Juvia's son. Juvia's top priority was her son who was locked in the car on a hot day and she needed to get him out of there..sharpish because it meant life and death when someone or a pet is locked in the car on a hot day and Greige was understandably in distress..forget the mission..getting Greige out of a hot car was important. Greige bawled his eyes out when she finally freed him *she had to use her shoe to break the window*..she had to get him to hospital sharpish..he was burning up from a fever and he wasn't well..Loid took them both there. Juvia had honestly dodged a bullet there..any longer and the consequences would've been much worse but Greige had to be hospital for a few days until he could come home. Juvia was understandably in mom guilt mode and Loid tried his best to cheer her up to his abilities in the hospital café..he knew that his little sister almost lost her son because of him being locked in a hot car. Juvia appreciated his efforts in trying to cheer her up honestly..when he brought her a cup of strawberry herbal tea *her favourite* and a chocolate muffin.

https://www.tumblr.com/justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms/733220789237727232/please-may-i-have-a-spy-x-family-headcanons-of (referring to this Oc who is Loid's younger sister and everything)

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the scenario!

Want to read more about Juvia Forger? Here's what the characters think of her.

Fandom: Spy x Family

Characters: Loid Forger x Juvia Forger (platonic)

Word Count: 1.0k (1,000 words)

Juvia squeezed Greige’s hand as he walked beside her. They had just finished their grocery shopping and were beginning the walk home. It was a hot day and Juvia could see that her son was already feeling the effects of walking out of the cool shop and into the heat. She made a mental note to try and stick to the shade wherever she could on the way home.

She was about to ask him whether he wanted to stop to get ice cream on the way home when his hand was ripped from hers. Juvia whipped around, panic already rising in her chest.

A myriad of thoughts whirled through her head as she turned. Had Greige spotted a friend from school? Was there an animal nearby that he wanted to see? Or was this something more sinister? Had an enemy tracked her down? Was her son about to be used as a way of getting her to spill secrets?

Juvia finished her turn and locked eyes with the man who was holding her son. He was slightly taller than she was and his face was covered by a black mask. There was a star tattooed on his right wrist. Juvia didn’t know if that was significant but she knew such a defining feature would help her identify the man later when she told the police about this incident.

The man was backing up, dragging Greige with him. He was holding a hand over Greige’s mouth so he couldn’t yell for help and Juvia could see her son panicking. As soon as he saw the fury burning in Juvia’s eyes, the man began to visibly regret his decision.

He pulled on the nearest car door, which swung open. He pushed Greige inside, swiftly closing the door before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a key and quickly locked the car before turning and sprinting away.

Juvia let out an enraged cry and began chasing after him. As soon as she passed the car, she released why the man had done what he had done.

She had a choice.

Either chase the man down and bring him to justice.

Or get her son out of the heat box he had just been trapped in.

The answer was simple.

Juvia ran to the car, pressing her hand against the window where Greige was banging his fists. He had tears running down his cheeks.

“It’s alright sweetheart. I’m going to get you out of there.”

Greige’s banging was already getting fainter and Juvia could see his face getting redder and redder. She pulled on the door handle but it was firmly closed.

True panic was beginning to rise in Juvia’s chest and in a last ditch attempt, she leaned down, pulled off her shoe, gestured for Greige to move away from the window, and swung the heel of her shoe towards the glass.

On the first impact it cracked and on the second, it shattered, raining glass across the backseat. She reached through and opened the door from the inside, pulling it open and reaching across to lift Greige out.

He was still crying but his sobs were faint and Juvia knew she needed to get him to the hospital and get him checked over. Before she could begin making her way towards the nearest hospital, she heard a car pull up behind her.

“Juvia! Is everything okay?”

She turned towards the welcome voice of her brother, Loid. “Greige needs to go to the hospital. He was locked in this car by a kidnapper.”

Loid’s already concerned face dropped further and he leaned across to open the passenger side door. “Get in. I’ll take you both there right now.”

~

Juvia sat in the hospital lobby, her leg bouncing nervously. Greige had passed out just as they got to the hospital and was currently being checked over by a doctor. All she could do now was wait and stew on her guilt of not being able to protect her son properly.

She was a spy for heaven's sake. A highly trained spy at that. She should be able to do something as simple as make sure her own son doesn’t get kidnapped from right beside her.

“Here. Though you could do with something to eat and drink.” Loid sat down opposite her and placed a takeaway cup and a muffin in front of her. “Strawberry herbal tea and a chocolate muffin. Your favourites right?”

Juvia smiled without happiness and nodded, pulling the drink and snack towards her.

“You did well. Getting him out of that car was the priority and you achieved it.” He leaned across and placed a comforting hand over Juvia’s, “He’ll be okay Juvia.”

“Miss Foger?”

Juvia’s head swung across to where the doctor was standing, clipboard in hand. She got to her feet quickly, walking across to him. “How’s my son? Is he okay?”

The doctor smiled. “He’ll be just fine but he’ll need to spend a few days here so we can hydrate him properly and monitor him for any changes in his condition.”

Juvia’s shoulders dropped with relief and disappointment. Loid placed a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you doctor.”

He guided Juvia back to her seat. “See. You did well. He’s going to be okay.”

“But I could have done more. If I’d just broken the window earlier. Or if I’d stopped him from being taken at all. He wouldn’t even be here if I’d just been better.”

“Juvia.” Loid’s voice was gentle but firm, “You did the best you could in the moment.”

Silence followed his words as Juvia considered this.

“Hey, do you remember anything about the guy who grabbed Greige?”

Juvia nodded. “Of course I do.”

Loid smiled but his eyes were sharp. “Greige will be safe and comfortable here for a while. What say we go do some brother-sister bonding and find him?”

Juvia smiled, her expression matching her brother’s. “You know? I think that would make me feel a bit better.”

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[the-heaminator]

2.2k of useless fluff between Australia, New Zealand and Germany in the 1890s, and a brief reunion 60 or so years later. This came out of some deep dark crevice of my mind and I do not know how to feel about that.

Dresden, 1890s

The summer warmth and smog had settled itself over Europe quite resolutely now, the stifling heat doing nothing to aid Ludwig nor Eleanor in their endeavours of trying to do anything at all, too warm and sunny to do anything but play inside away from the hustle and bustle of the house and far far away from the fraying tempers that had collected in the dining room, though not for eating just yet.

That did not stop Jack, who aunt Brighid always said was made of sunlight itself, from going outside and picking at various creepy crawlies and from hiding in trees and playing with sticks, the other two, set to keep watch on the sunshine child by both England and Prussia had to contend with the shelter of the veranda and ate Creamed Ice, sweetened with honey and finely chopped nuts. While they watched Jack do what he did, Ludwig was overheating far far worse than Elanor, she had the pleasure of wearing a relatively loose summer dress, mainly because England was not the most well-versed in what to make a girl wear, so he seemed to go for practicality unless it was a formal function.

Which to be fair this was, but they had no need to be here, they had just pestered him often enough and there was nobody to look after them, he would never trust any of the housemaids enough to entrust them to her, Matthew was in Canada now, Uncle Rhys and Uncle Alisdair were in America dealing with something or the other, Jack probably would never forget the incident of when he was still physically about the size of a toddler and accidentally got passed around one too many times in the great exhibition and ended up with Alfred who recognised him as one of England's quicker than Jack could say "Bloody fuckin fast!"

He always had a filthy mouth, not that he had no reason to, Ludwig had heard Prussia say, on multiple occasions, that England should at least to attempt to clear up his speech, which was more than once met with a tirade of enough curse words both nautical and not, that he could feel his ears shrivel up and he didn't even know what half of them meant?

Jack may have been a lizard, with lack of a better way to put it, but Ludwig must certainly was not, he was wearing rather stuffy grey wool over a shirt that didn't cover his forearms, Eleanor asked if he wanted heatstroke, but he really just didn't like showing his forearms to anybody, apparently they were far too thin and boney, with many bruises that weren't inflicted by anyone hand, but by the nation as a whole, it seemed as of they didn't understand this very well, they had seen it happen to their father and his siblings, but they never seemed to get them themselves unless something markedly severe was happening, apparently, it usually affected their father more than it affected them, supposedly because they were colonial holdings and England held jurisdiction of them.

They were stewing in silence for a while, Ludwig had started to nod off, it being far too hot to deal with right now, so that he didn't realise that Eleanor had started to draw in the hard dry earth in the flowerbeds with a twig.

She drew the magnificent Carracks that sailed the seas in the 1500s by the Spaniards, well according to what her sailing book said, she had heard that her father had been a pirate at some point but she found that incredibly hard to believe, but whatever, she drew the Barques that were used to get to her lonely island, that fared through storms and whatnot.

They weren't the most detailed, how could you make drawing in the dirt all that detailed, but in the still, sultry air, they seemed to be by far the most appealing thing in the garden just about now, her doodling even managed to attract the notoriously flighty attention of her dearest brother, and he squat near the flowerbed, in the full sun, clearly unperturbed the sun beating the back of his neck and frying what few braincells he seemed to resolutely own, he started adding his details as well, doodling in the dirt as Ludwig stayed asleep, but this is jack, he would never particularly let anybody sleep especially not in such weather, he would get heatstroke really goddamn fast, especially if he stayed in what he was wearing, honestly who would wear a woollen jumper in such weather?

Plus he was already borning, in Jack's eyes he already acted like an old man, despite being physically about the same age as him and as a nation he was quite a bit younger, but he already acted painfully stuffy, he sat with the same almost military-like posture that both their Father and Prussia tended to sit in, he was touchy, especially about seeing his arms unclothed, quite like how Uncle Rhys was sometimes, and he genuinely seemed to have a stick up his ass already, no one seemed to ever treat him like a child and well, Jack knew that getting treated like a child too much felt terrible, but also never being treated like one, especially if, physically at least, he still was one, he never seemed to experience the pure awe or interest that Jack did, happier to sit on the side passively and watching then to ever take part in anything, he was quite boring usually; but sometimes he could see that underneath all that, he was still very young, when Jack pointed out different bird species a while ago he seemed to copy all Jack had to say down with uncharacteristic zeal, copying everything down almost word for word in the flowy cursive that Jack associated with old men and Matt; not something that one would expect from a 14 year old for sure, Zee joined in the conversation and that was one of the few times they saw him looking like an actual child, it was odd.

"Jack, what are you thinking of?"

"What?"

Jack had been squatting on the soil, not moving, seemingly deep in thought.

"You know, he acts like an old man sometimes," He said pointing at Germany, who was quite fast asleep in the shade, the heat clearly having got the better of him "But I want to think that he isn't and throw mud at him, but if I did I don't even know how he would react."

"Jack that is way too specific, but you have a point."

At that he had an idea, half-baked as it was, it was an idea nonetheless, it was to start with him being awoken, Zee would do that and hopefully, he did not have a particularly strong reaction to physical touch, he was particularly young even for their kind so he shouldn't, but Ludwig seemed to break more than a few long-established rules of nationdom, so who knows.

Zee had her reservations, she always did, being the voice of reason amongst the two, sometimes seeming to be the voice of reason in their entire family despite being one of the youngest, but Jack very much did not, and unfurled himself from his crouch to full height, ruddy face smiling like rays of the sun itself, before he poked Ludwig on the shoulder, once, then again, achieving only a sleepy grumble which caused him to move his head, which therefore caused him to lose his very carefully made position, and he fell onto the hard soil, quite sufficiently waking him up.

The look on his face caused Jack to fall into an absolute fit of laughter, and even Zee who generally prided herself on not doing that started to giggle at his expense, Ludwig picked himself up quickly and dusted himself off, grumbling all the while, the language was quite bland, especially considering his company and their vibrant vernacular of curses, but if Gilbert had heard him he would have surely got his mouth washed out with soap.

He returned himself to his perch on the veranda, well in the shade as Jack sat down next to him, looking markedly more scruffy than before he dozed off, how long had it been anyways?

They all sat in silence for a few moments before Ludwig enquired what the drawing in the soil was of.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of a carrack?

"Or a galleon?"

"Or a schooner?"

Ludwig knew that they were boats, he had read about them, but had never actually seen one, they were quite before his time, really before all of their times, but Arthur had a fondness of the sea that Gilbert most certainly did not possess, he had only seen the sea a few times, and it was steely grey the few times he did see it, the waves choppy and the air cold with a cloying smell of dead fish and other wonderful nautical scents, like alcohol as well as the smoke of the coal ships making it difficult to breathe if he stood too close.

"They are boats no?"

"Of course, they are boats, banana face, but do you know what type of boat it is?"

Ludwig searched his mental inventory for the type of boat, it seemed to not fit into any of the well defined categories and that annoyed him very much, outwardly he looked mildly constipated and the both of them looked on in interest.

"Is it a...collier?"

The two looked impressed "Not exactly, but that was the point, it is a barque, which is basically where all the boats that do not fit any other categories are lumped together, and that does look like a collier quite so."

Jack absolutely lit up and started to go on about the ocean, specifically the ocean at botany bay, the slick rocks that he used to climb over and hunt for mussels and crabs, and try not to fall into any of the rock pools, lest Aunt Bridghid had to fish him out and he would get a good smack upside the head for it, about how many birds nested there and how he knew where all the nests were, the blue-green water that had so many fish in it despite being close to the coast, he started to talk about how blue the sky was, the smell of salt in the air as he walked alongside Aunt Bri.

He started to spin elaborate tales about the birds and their migratory journeys, creating epic-like sagas and whatnot before finally stopping, beaming at the rapt attention of his audience of two.

"What about you Ludwig, have you ever seen the ocean?"

Ludwig seemed to take a moment before saying "It was nothing like yours, there was a lot of grey, a lot of smoke and noise, pebbles that hurt to fall on," he scrunched up his nose "It smelt like rotting fish, tobacco alcohol and sadness."

Jack made a face "That sounds fucking depressing, like the limey coast!" He thought "Were there crabs."

"There were no crabs, not that I looked."

Zee continued to watch, she liked seeing those two talk, unstoppable force meets an immovable object and all that, they bounced off each other really very well.

"I want to see the ocean like yours." Said in such a childlike manner that for a moment you could believe the voice actually did belong to a teenage boy, forced to grow up too fast and not the tired middle-aged man he already seemed to be acting like, and it was nice for the three of them.

*

Sydney 1950s

They were older now, two men of admirable height, no longer an oddly proportioned German and an Australian who always had mud on his knees, Jack watched as Ludwig just looked out upon Botany bay, sure it wasn't as it was 300 years prior, but enough of what Jack said stood the test of time, the rocks were slimy and Ludwig was terrible at climbing over them, the rock pools with the mussels and crabs remained, Jack showed him different types of crab while they squatted in the sun, Ludwig wearing a coat of sunscreen because he absolutely burned in the sun.

The green-blue sea and the birds that preened themselves haughtily when they passed, the sky far more blue than he had ever seen it at home, the smell of salt tickling his nose most pleasurably, such a far cry from the first time he saw the sea

They were both quite worse for wear after the wars, it was difficult to imagine that that conversation happened not 70 years prior, but that was besides the point, Jack may have not been small enough to fall into rock pools and Ludwig was not small enough to cry after tripping over rocks, but they were young, younger than most really, Ludwig had barely been around for 80 years, a blip in time for older nations, but at least now, after all the years had thrown at them, they could enjoy.

"Come mate imma teach ya to surf!"

[fumikomiyasaki]

"I'm not trying to be nosy. I'm just concerned about you, that's all." With Aimée and Kuze

And

“Please, dont take any unnecessary risks.” With Beelby and Lilith

Concerned Starters

It was something familiar to him about the place Aimée picked for a date with him... he looked at the sea in the back... the streets before him and moreso that Cafe they stayed at... as he noticed a small stone Monument embded into the wall... as he looked at it an old woman talked to him in a quite voice.

"Some years ago a Young man was hit by a truck around these parts... his parents were quite rich and devasted about the loss of her son... but the more curious thing Was his body was never found... so they hoped with that Monument... maybe one day they could lead his soul back to him. You are a Young lad too, right? Make sure to cherish the life you have."

Kuze went silent... something was pressing against his head... as if he had a slight realization but as it led up he bowed before the woman.

"Thank you for the advice. "

Soon Aimée came back to their seat with two parfaits of ice cream... looking at him silent... barely touching it at all.

"The flavour not to your liking, dear?"

"No that's not it I... Nevermind. "

"I'm not trying to be nosy. I'm just concerned about you. That's all."

He took a deep breath...

"Hearing about the Story made me think... as if I suddenly felt some memories return... why did I hear about this incident... it concerns me a little given what I am..."

"You mean... that you..."

"She talked about a Young man... and Yasuno said he died as well and got resurrected... so I..."

The blond sat closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

"No matter what the truth is... who you are now is more important, right? It be nice to know the truth but... what if it leads you to things you never wanted to know about? Either choice you make, won't change how much I love you... just be sure to not lose your memory again... even if it sounds like a romance movie... I do not want to have to win your heart over again."

"I-I know... thank you Aimée. "

He slurped ok his parfait and gave her and embarrassed smile.

"I hardly could forget you really... you are just too dear to me."

It was finally a day where the Demon wasn't busy and had time to accompany Lilith in a walk through the gardens... enjoying unusual peace in his life... he remembered however... it was that day... the day he first seen her... when her horrid fate began... seeing her face he couldn't help but look down a little.

"Whats wrong?"

"Nothing... its fine my lovely Lilith... just thinking about if I have any idea how to make life easier on you."

"Please don't take any unnecessary risks. I know you are strong but I also do know how you also like to make yourself enemies, Beel."

He chuckled and put a hand to her face, cupping it.

"And even if I had to fight the whole World I would do it but... I know how much I am allowed to do... do not worry. Just making sure I explore anything I can do for you."

She squeezed his hand and held him closer.

"Thank you. For all that you try really. If only the day would arrive where I don't have to live with this blood Hunger."

"I would let you pull any drop out of me. We will make it... Somehow... I asked milady Vanessa in case for advice.. but for now lets not Sour your mood... we came here to take a breather. I will make sure you will know once I have an idea."

The butterflies followed them...among the pretty garden where they could be alone and talk just without any disturbances.