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Moon Phos' hyperrationality and self-sabotage, and why it's a paradoxical step into happiness.
Or, basically, a Moon Phos analysis.
I think this part of the manga is genius, both thematically and for Phos' original character, because it goes against everything she used to represent, and it showcases both the dangers and strengths of reason, and how isolating it can be.
OG Phos vs Moon Phos
While OG Phos used to be a lot more present-focused and someone who took things at face value, that also made her capable of reaching out in a very honest and genuine way to people like Cinnabar, who was too caught up in her mind and insecurities to see an escape for her situation. Phos used to be someone who was able to enjoy the moment, and the simple things that come with it, whether it was the butterflies, the amazing views, or her own cute mint-colored hair.
I'd argue this way of experimenting life is what HnK argues to be the key to happiness: that existence is what you make of it, and Phos was content as she was, but everyone around her pushed her to become something else, to the point that she absorbed those frustrations and lost sight of her way of living.
What corrupts Phos isn't that she acquires new body parts; that's just an extreme metaphor for what changing would look like if our soul also experimented physical change—it's all about how she loses sight of the simple happiness she could have experimented on her own (and along with Cinnabar, if she reached out to her), in favor of increasingly more complicated goals. (Moon Phos is the extreme version of this.)
Phos' corruption into overthinking doesn't come out of nowhere, though and it starts to manifest strongly the moment she loses herself in the stress and burden of losing Antarc in Winter. Phos does retain some of her groundedness as post-Winter Phos, but she also starts to think more, to question more things and to brute-force her way into change, with disasterous results.
When she realizes this, she makes the right call by trying to stop, but it's too late by then—she had already stared at the abyss, and the world wouldn't let her forget all that she had learnt.
When Phos loses her head, now she has all the tools she needed to generate change and innovation—to look at the big picture and avoid getting caught up on the little things... and that's her demise.
Because in comparison with OG Phos, who looks at the present, Moon Phos is someone who always looks forward. Someone who always uses reason as her greatest weapon, in order to manipulate others while losing sight of many important details (some related to her own well-being and that of others) in favor of big, complicated plans in which everyone's feelings, even her own, are just pawns in her game.
Cairngorm explicitly warns her about this, saying that she hasn't valued those at her side (Cairngorm herself, or Cinnabar) as much as she should, and that's why she's become such a lonely individual.
Moon Phos is someone who lives in her head, in the world of ideas and the abstract, while OG Phos was the complete opposite, and the change in approach has a direct impact on her happiness, as she loses sight of the simple things in favor of objectives that just don't translate into happiness as well as she thinks she does. Moon Phos optimizes, but loses the essence of happiness that she could have achieved in a simple manner by focusing too much on "what should be" rather than "what it is".
To put it succintly, Moon Phos is brute-forcing her way into being accepted, into bringing change for her people, losing all the tact that was needed for a moment as life-changing as a pact with the lunarians could be for the gems. And if OG Phos had something that Moon Phos didn't, was that ability to look at things in a simple way that would have avoided such a mess in the first place.
By talking about both of them, I think it's clear that each have their strength and weaknesses, and that's why talking about Phos is so difficult. Because even if she lost many of the good things that made her who she was, she also gained many others that brought "prosperity" for the gems. Prosperity in quotations because later, we'll see that the optimization didn't really bring many benefits.
Whatever the case, in order to truly understand the strengths and weaknesses of Moon Phos, we need to analyze her sacrificial role in the story according to the themes of buddhism in it.
The Bodhisattva
A sacrificial figure in Buddhism, and that Phos, especially Moon Phos, represents to a T.
But why? Well, one of the fundamental characteristics that the Bodhisattva represents is that they work towards enlightenment in order to save others, being a kind of Buddha in training. The problem here is that sometimes, saving others requires for the Bodhisattva to sacrifice their own happiness and enlightenment.
Phos becomes the opposite of the teachings of buddhism. Hyperrational, manipulative, working towards her own desires and masking them as altruism. (because we all know Phos didn't do everything she did for the gems, she did it for their validation and to be acknoledged by them). And yet, the contradictory part of it is that it was necessary for everyone's enlightenment, but most important of all, for Phos to be given the chance to be happy, away from a world that pushed her to be rational.
Buddhism has this constant theme of paradox in it. The paradox that in order to reach happiness, you must let go of happiness. The paradox that in order to realize that you must focus on the present and stop thinking, Buddha had to spend years thinking about it. And Phos is a living paradox, in the sense that her hyperrationality and look into the future and big picture was needed for everyone to reach happiness, at her own expense. She was played a fool by everyone, and it's even implied that Kongo was on it, all because she was the one most attached to her earthly desires of them all, to the point of changing every part of herself in order to accomodate to what she thought others wanted her to be.
In a way, Moon Phos (and the lunarians, because it's no coincidence that the "lunarian" Phos is the one that represents these themes) doubles as a criticism of our present capitalist society as a whole, with all its hyperrationality and big-picture focus that allowed for progress and suffering alike, always at the expense of oneself. Because we're our own slaves, and we work ourselves to death to reach a happiness that is further and further away from us due to those same efforts (paradoxically). All Phos wanted at first was to be loved by those around her, but she chased that dream with such relentlessness that she ended up casting away the parts of her that made her loveable and losing the people that would have been able to connect with her. And yet at the same time, Moon Phos (and the lunarians, the rationality, Ayumu herself) paved the way for God Phos' chance at happiness at the end of the story.
A Paradox
Thus, to the question of how to live in society and be happy, Houseki no Kuni poses that the answer is balance, or perhaps, a paradox. It showcases the ugly but necessary aspects of humanity, and the reality that every time you gain something, you lose something else, through Phos and her loss of body parts that benefitted society at her expense. Thus, there is no right extreme, and no goal that can be achieved by just rigidly doing the same thing.
Whether you look at the enlightenment buddhism promises you (as showcased by the way of living of the gems, simple but without meaning and creating resentment between everyone, with a literal buddhist monk as its leader), or the prosperity that civilization achieves (as showcased by the lunarians, who corrupt and surround themselves with earthly pleasures to distract themselves from their problems), both have their strong points and weaknesses and seem paradoxically necessary to reach one another, to ultimately work towards the goal of enjoying existence, as it is, unabashedly.
The gems truly found happiness on the moon due to finally allowing them to be themselves, and eventually, all the lunarians (including the gems, who turned into ones by virtue of corrupting themselves with the eartly pleasures), reached enlightenment by letting go of those desires. Of course, if you analyze it more, it was a "fake" kind of salvation, and only Phos reached true happiness in her God form (expanding more on it on another post), but at least they got to enjoy more of their life than they would have if they had continued in the endless cycle they were put in (or the "samsara").
In the end, Phos had to gain the rationality that characterizes present-day humanity in order to save everyone, while at the same time, condemning herself. Because for all their short-sightedness, destruction and cruelty, humans are also kind and wise, and they allowed the rocks to live just that little bit more by escaping the sun in chapter 106. Both the optimization and the relaxation and appreciation of little things are necessary in order to become happy, and we need to find the balance in the different aspects of ourselves in order to do so.
As Phos herself says at the end of the manga, despite it all, she is grateful. Because no matter how she got there, every step of her journey was necessary to make her who she is—and that's how it is for everyone. Experiences mold us, they change us, we can't force change and we certainly can't predict where it'll take us... and that's the paradox. Because sometimes, working towards the result we desire leads us astray from it, and viceversa. Phos was someone who had her eyes set on a goal, one that she didn't want to admit: the goal to be admired and loved by everyone.
And in the end, she had no one.
Moon Phos was necessary, but she took it to an extreme and burnt herself up along the way. Thankfully, she was granted a second chance by the very same flawed people (Kongo, Aechmea, Ayumu) that made her into a sacrificial lamb for their own selfishness.
A chance she took to finally accept that no matter what she did, there was no predicting life or changing yourself to an "optimal" version of yourself, so she might as well enjoy the ride.
#houseki no kuni#land of the lustrous#phosphophyllite#moon phos#hnk phos#hnk#hnk meta#phos#lotl#hnk manga#buddhism#hnk analysis
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#my art#wizardboops#ended up adding clothes to the cat like a dress up doll! it was fun!#then I messed with physical pictures changing their colors and things to make a plan for what i wanted the curtain bg one to be#(which is under the read more)#and voila! cat.
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okok i have a few questions all related to the same topic
SO we know from how parrot is clearly a bird hybrid, and how branzy can just eat nether brewing supplies, there are hybrids or different humanoid species in this world
what kind of hybrid is Branzy? Does it have any physical changes to his appearance (like horns, a tail, etc)
Is Clown a hybrid? It would explain how hes been doubted to be human before. We also dont know a lot about his general appearance like skin tone and whatnot, all we know is the hair texture and color (curly, black)
(Continuing off that) How long is Clowns hair? Does he need to put it up in the mornings when getting ready, or is it short and choppy because its a bother? (Additionally, whats his hair care routine?)
Are the fake ears (?) that Kab wear seen as offensive to some? Maybe a mockery, or something?
sorry for the massive yapping THIS IS FOR ART PURPOSES I WANNA BE AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE WHEN MAKING FANART !!!!!
HI THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS I SHALL ANSWER AS GOOD AS I CAN!
to the question of what hybrid branzy is i am going to be a little bastard and say i wont tell :3 itll be relevant later. but as far as physical features go i kiiiind of left it vague purposefully. mostly because in mcyt the designs of the characters are based on skins and all vary a lot and i wanted people to be able to read it and just have their own pictures of the characters. that being said, in my head branzy's non-human traits are purple eyes, white hair and horns (not canon, i never mentioned this in the fic, no one else has either, it's literally just ingrained in my head that he has horns). i know that's kind of a mess😭😭😭 but bear with me here i didn't start thinking about the elements of magical worldbuilding until like… chapter 9… this is the bad side of planning as you go
is clown a hybrid? i'll leave it to him to explain that at some point! :D
hair routine question made me laugh. i don't have a hair care routine. i dont know what part of having hair really demands an established routine. i cant answer it😭😭 im sorry ;-;
the fake ears question was so interesting it forced me to think about the culture of this world which forced me to think about the history but anyway. kab's situation is the same as branzy's where she just Looks Like That. but the ears are fake to me. and i dont thiiiink it's seen as offensive or a mockery. my idea is that this world has such weird genetics that people just dont care if someone dresses a certain way. i am now starting to realise that this doesn't reflect the real world at all. point is. to me this world, or at least the city, has a live and let live attitude. new headcanon just dropped. the city has the most diverse population of any city in the world so there's a lot more tolerance. maybe if you went out to smaller towns…. aaaand now its getting real world-y.
i realise now that you said these questions were for art purposes and i just went "so here are my reasons for some holes in the worldbuilding"
also ill answer the question about clowns nails here too! yes he has gloves on and yes i used nails as a descriptor at some point!! that's on me. sometimes when im writing a sentence like that im just like "well, this is sloppy and can easily be misunderstood but also I NEED THIS DOONE." what i imaged with that scene is just that the fabric of clowns gloves being just thin enough for branzy to feel the nails though.
i cant imagine any of my answers here giving you any clarity on the art thing and im so sorry for that hfskjhfdkjshfdkjs ONTO THE NEXT ASK 🫡🫡
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This is a mini series I made for enjoyment I don't know how frequent updates will be but enjoy anyhow
Notes:Each Chapter will center on a different character
I don't own Melody Seashell she belongs to @melodyseashell22 or twisted wonderland and it's characters they belong to Disney and Yana Toboso
I own Celine Perrine, Bonnibelle Hattleaxe and Nicole "Nikki" Iriscope as I made them
Characters: Melody Seashell, Celine Perrine, Nikki Iriscope,Bonnie Hattleaxe, Cater makes an appearance , Idia and Ortho are mentioned
Warnings:dangeeous stunts, bullying mentions Slight Nikki x Cater at the end
This chapter centers around Nikki Iriscope
Chapter 4:walking towards the grandline
Nikki was bored, truthfully she was glad her plans were coming to fruition. Not only were they making money from their endeavors but her friends were using their talents to come up with creative games. She wished to do the same but what gamble could she possibly set for her patrons.
Nikki had no shortage of skill but where she shined was with physical activities. She happened to be from a family that knew about the stunts some stars would perform that no one else could possibly do.
It was then Nikki remembered something from a book. Within the pages was a famous picture of a young maiden on a tightrope above an alligator, she was said to be a powerful sorceress in her own right
She would put on a grand act of walking across this rope, performing a dance or set of tricks along it all while avoiding the snapping jaws of a possible demise down below.
Nikki finally figured out what she could do but it would take a few days to set it all up
After a week everything was ready thanks to the help of the Shroud brothers, and all Nikki had to do was send a care package of merch Idia's way
The customers all started gathering into the casino and saw there was a new attraction. Making their way there Bonnie could be seen with a cheerful smile and microphone in hand
"Welcome everyone~ , we got a great surprise for you all~ A brand new gambling challenge~ " she announced.
The lights turned on revealing a grand high wire set
Two wires across four poles that stood a good 20 feet above the ground with colorful lights that highlighted the area
Below the poles that were supporting the strings was Nikki who held a microphone herself
"The aim of this game is to make your way across, but that's not all, you must be able to hold a pose that appears on that screen for a total of 50 seconds before moving again, the first person to make it across will win the gamble" Nikki announced as a screen showed various poses as examples with two figures
This got everyone's attention as people began to film
"Any first time takers?~" Bonnie inquired and for a few moments no one said a thing until one person raised their hand
"Yeah I'll go" as they stood up Nikki recognized the kid as Erin James the one member on the magical shift team that acted like she was the most talented one on the team and that everyone should love her for it. She would on occasion mess with the girls anyway she could however Nikki happened to be her favorite target
Nikki kept her calm smile knowing that if Erin wanted to act like a hot shot then she'd have to prove it in this gamble
Bonnie spoke up "Alright we got our first challenger, now it's time to place your bets everyone~"
Nikki set a bet of 100,000 while Erin set a bet of 200,000
"With the bets it's time to climb ladies ~" Bonnie chirped while the audience started to cheer and the girls climbed up the ladders that led to the platform
A certain ginger boy was there livestreaming the event which was labeled as "High wire challenge 😲" several emojis appeared on his screen as he filmed the two girls and the screen changed a countdown
3-2-1
The two then started to walk just two feet across the 25 foot rope
"Let's see the first pose ladies and gentleman~" Bonnie said as the screen image began to spin like a slot machine and after 5 seconds landed on a pose where they would have to lift one knee up and have one arm out
Nikki slowly raised her knee and one arm feeling sweat bead on her forehead
Erin did the same almost like this was nothing for her as she let out a yawn
After 50 seconds passed a sound indicating the time was up could be heard
"Thats the first pose everyone!" Bonnie announced as the crowd cheered and the two were now allowed to walk across a little
Once they were a few more feet across it was time for the next pose
Nikki held her breath as the roulette screen spun before it landed on a pose where she'd have to keep her arms out and her left leg completely straight until the time was up
She lifted her leg and slowly moved her arms out while Erin did the same
After a good 35 seconds Nikki felt her limbs flinch a bit but she kept holding on
Erin smirked believing she couldn't possibly lose
The time once more ran out before the sound could be heard and they walked again
"Let's see our next pose everyone!~ " Bonnie said excited as Celine and Melody watched in the audience
The next pose clearly required a lot more stamina seeing as they'd have to do a hand stand while bending their right knee and keeping the left straight
Nikki took a breath as she set herself up to do it and felt more sweat building on her head and limbs, even from across the other rope Nikki could tell Erin was clearly having a hard time with the pose because she was glaring at the girl while her limbs were faltering
After the time was up the two girls walked, Erin almost fell however she kept herself together and once they were just 10 feet away from victory it was time for the next pose which was standing still with both their arms out
Nikki kept calm as she breathed in and out while Erin rolled her eyes and once the 50 seconds were up it was time to walk
Erin and Nikki walked their lines but as Erin was just five feet away her footing slipped. Erin lost her balance before she fell and landed on hidden net below them.
Everyone cheered as Erin looked up in surprise seeing Nikki make it across the high wire and climbed back down while the screen displayed Nikkis face the text below showing in gold
WINNER
"Thats game! Nikki Iriscope is our winner folks!~" Bonnie cheered as the audience roared. Melody and Celine joined up with her holding up Nikki in Victory smiling while Erin stormed off irritated
Cater stopped streaming once the crowd cleared out approaching Nikki
"Hey Nikki" he said
"Whats up mate?" She asked wiping off her sweat from the earlier gamble
"You were totes great out there,didn't know you were so flexible " he winked
Nikki giggled "well I'm a jellyfish after all"
"I can tell, wanna hang out sometime?" Cater asked
"Love to" Nikki smiled
A certain pair of mages watched the two talk and smiled, had it not been for Nikki they might not have started this whole thing but one thing was for sure, it would be a hell of a walk down the grand line.
#twisted wonderland oc#my oc#someone else's oc#celine perrine#melody seashell#Nikki Iriscope#Nikki x Cater#Oc x Cater#Cater diamond#octavinelle oc#Octavinelle
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Hi! This is my first time requesting for anything ever on Tumblr, and I don't know how matchups work exactly, but I made sure to read your rules, so it is totally alright if you ignore this if I mess up or something XD (I'm also sorry if this is too long, I tried to make this as orderly as possible - I have OCD)
To start off, I would like to ask for a Romantic matchup, from MCU, Spider-Man Spiderverse, Hunger Games, and Detroit Become Human. If that is too many than my top two to either choose from are Spiderverse and Hunger Games (trilogy or BOSAS)
I am 23 years old. Bi and Ace. She/Her/Hers. And I am down for either male or female matchups (more into male though).
I am caring, especially for loved ones.
I am incredibly generous! I love buying things for people I care about, (like books, or things custom-made from Etsy.)
I am pretty loud and talkative when with someone I know.
I have ADHD and Autism, so I get distracted easily; sometimes when I talk I just go- Squirrel! Literally Doug from Up.
I hate when things change. Hate when schedules change, plans, or when books turn into movies (depending on the series).
It takes me a bit to get used to people, I am super shy and super awkward. But while I think I am just awkward, I've been told that I am intimidating. Huge RBF.
If someone talks to me first, I will reply, it's just hard to start conversations.
Stubborn, I like being right, and spontaneous.
I am emotional. I have RSD, (Rejection Sensitivity Disorder,) so I always think people dislike me, lol.
I love making sure the people that I am close to are okay.
I am so pretty optimistic, in certain situations.
I also get overwhelmed easily, and need time to cool down, and I like having my alone time, but I crave human interactions...
(I think I should continue with other stuff now, it's already getting long, so I apologize!)
Movies; ANYTHING in the Dreamworks Trolls Universe! I am obsessed with Trolls, it is my hyper fixation/special interest! I know everything about it. The Truman Show, Lord Of The Rings series, The Three Musketeers from 1994, National Treasure, The Barbie Movie, The Muppets, The Hobbit series, The Ash Lad series, and more!
TV; The Good Place, Futurama, Extraordinary Attorney Woo-Young-Woo, and Pride And Prejudice BBC
Books; Pride And Prejudice, anything Jane Austen honestly, Tim Burton, Edgar Allen Poe, William Shakespeare, The Phantom Of The Opera, and more!
My favorite colors; red, pink, and black
I love all animals, even the ugly ones, but I am very scared of horses (bad experience, lol)
Music; JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE and NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Paris Paloma, Rachel Zegler, Sabrina Carpenter, Chappell Roan, The Trolls soundtrack, Twisters soundtrack, Poets Of The Fall, Snoop Dogg, Glass Animals, Troye Sivan and more! Current fav song is Say My Name from The Beetlejuice Musical (I am always listening to music, always have headphones on.)
This is maybe something to note, Idk, but I am a sometimes a hopeless romantic. I really wish for my life to be a fanfic or movie sometimes...
When someone says a fact, so confident that they are right, but they are not, you know?
People touching my stuff without permish
Noisy people in movie theaters
Loud noises, crowded places, touchy people, gross/rude people, idk
Oh, I also like drawing/painting, I am an artist :)
Thunderstorms, I can sit and watch one for hours, and have
Collecting; Rocks, Trolls merch, action figures, books, Barbies, Kens, pictures, stuffed animals, movies DVDs, music CDs, records, and cassettes
I love reading! SOOOO much! And I love writing too!
Video Games! FNAF, Minecraft, Uncharted 4, Baldur's Gate 3, Still Wakes The Deep, Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood, Mario Kart, and more!
Love Lang - Giving; Gift-giving, acts of service, and words of affirmation
Love Lang - Receiving; Gift-giving, acts of service, words of affirmation, and some physical touch (hand-holding, forehead kisses are to die for, and hugs)
I am so sorry it is so long! You can ignore if this is too overwhelming! Thank you so much for your time! xoxoxo
You did it perfectly, but next time maybe make the letters bigger as I had to put on glasses for this
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Your MCU match is…
Peter Parker 1
Peter would adore your artistic talents, often asking for custom doodles or drawings to hang in his room
He’d join you in your hyperfixations, researching Trolls lore or quoting your favorite songs
Peter would never get tired of listening to your rants or tangents, often chiming in with his own random facts
He’d be amazed by your collection and always try to add unique items to it, like rare action figures or limited-edition Trolls merch
Peter would reassure you during moments of RSD, reminding you how loved and appreciated you are
He’d love playing games like FNAF or Mario Kart with you, often getting overly competitive in the best way
Peter would surprise you with small acts of service, like reorganizing your DVDs or cleaning your art supplies
He’d always remember little details about your favorite movies, songs, and books to bring them up in conversation
He’d hold your hand tightly during crowded places, always making sure you feel safe and comfortable
Your Spider-Man Spiderverse match is…
Miles Morales
Miles would love your hyperfixations, often drawing Trolls characters for you to surprise you
He’d gently help you through moments of overwhelm, offering his quiet company and letting you recharge
Miles would absolutely geek out with you about your favorite movies and soundtracks, always ready to share music recommendations
He’d frequently gift you small trinkets like rocks or keychains he found, knowing how much you love collecting
Miles would admire your artistic talent and sometimes ask for tips to improve his graffiti work
He’d encourage your love of writing, often volunteering to brainstorm plot ideas or just listen to your stories
Miles would always check in to make sure you’re okay, knowing how important emotional safety is to you
He’d hold your hand or give you forehead kisses during thunderstorms while you both watch the rain
Miles would adore your RBF, often joking about how intimidating you look versus how kind you are
He’d get into your favorite games like Minecraft or Mario Kart just to spend more time with you
Your Hunger Games match is…
Peeta Mellark
He’d understand your need for alone time, giving you space but always being ready with a warm hug when you’re ready to reconnect
Peeta would create quiet, romantic moments for you, like watching thunderstorms together or reading side by side
He’d encourage your optimism, reminding you to celebrate your wins and cherish small joys
Peeta would love listening to your music playlists and sometimes hum along to your favorite songs
He’d help you organize your collections, admiring each item and asking about their stories
Peeta would write sweet notes for you, slipping them into your art supplies or books for you to find
He’d always take your side when plans change, helping you adjust and ensuring you feel comfortable
Peeta would adore your hopeless romantic side, often surprising you with heartfelt gestures or recreating movie-like moments
He’d love cuddling during movie nights, always making sure your favorite snacks and DVDs are ready
Your Detroit Become Human match is…
Connor RK800
Connor would meticulously research Trolls to understand your hyperfixation, often surprising you with fun facts or rare merch
He’d create a soothing environment for you during moments of overwhelm, dimming lights and playing calming music
Connor would help you organize your collections with precision, ensuring every item is displayed perfectly
He’d admire your art, often asking for pieces to keep in his workspace as a reminder of you
Connor would encourage your writing, always giving constructive feedback and cheering you on
He’d learn your favorite songs and subtly hum them when he notices you feeling stressed
Connor would protect you in crowded places, always staying close and ensuring your comfort
He’d create a log of all your favorite movies, books, and songs to never forget important details about you
Connor would be endlessly patient with your ADHD and Autism, always adapting to your needs without hesitation
He’d develop a fondness for thunderstorms because of how much you enjoy them, sitting with you for hours to watch the rain
#mcu#spiderman spiderverse#hunger games#detroit being human#peter parker#miles morales#peeta mellark#connor
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Short Story Mini-series: Keiluvi
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Sidera sighs, pacing around their room, thinking of what exactly they could do, bored out of their mind. They glance at the pictures on their wall of major Tyrants through the history of Other-Realm, their gaze focusing on King Xerikure Saecula, one of their own ancestors.
"That's it!" Sidera snaps their fingers, summoning their phone and going to the TimeWalker group chat to propose their plan.
Sidera
Ok so guys
I have an idea
it may or may not work greatly or fail miserably
Venenum
Isn't that promising.
Sidera
I can feel your sarcasm through the phone 😔
anyways, what iffff
I kill Xerikure for his power?
Mutari
1) killing a tyrant is pretty unlike you, Parasite.
2) Fazuvi would be protecting him
Sidera
y'see, I thought about that
what if I kill Xerikure around the time Klerzu's rebellion killed Fazuvi? I get Xerikure's powers, tyrant isn't overthrown, yay!
Keiluvi
I don't think you with Xerikure's powers is something anyone wants... sounds like a Doomsday waiting to happen
Sidera
is that a pun-?
anyways, that's the great part :3
Xerikure has like 7 different mind control powers :>
Mutari
absolutely none of which should ever be held by you.
Keiluvi
what does he have again....
Strings of Fate, Siren's Song, Dream Walking & manipulation, Fever Dream, electrokenisis, some weird altered form of hypnosis that doesn't make the victim's eyes change color somehow...
that's only 3 technically four mind control powers
Sidera
and I want them :3
Mutari
looking at Xerikure's power set it's no wonder he overthrew the Council so easily-
Keiluvi
also kinda explains Fazuvi's absolute devotion to him
Xerikure's control was seen as a safe spot for his victims, since he'd torture them a shitton both physically and in their dreams. Being under his control was the only real safety they had during the time so they latched onto it pretty heavily, causing absolute devotion and loyalty to Xerikure
Mutari
terrifying, is what it is. I'm glad Xerikure never had any heirs.
Venenum
I still find it odd how Xerikure never had any heirs, all things considered. Lucky, but odd.
Sidera
true
but point being I want his powers
Mutari
NO
Venenum
Don't you dare, Parasite.
Keiluvi
I will come out of anonymity(?) to stop you
Sidera
so if I try to kill Xerikure, I finally get to meet you, pretty being :>
Keiluvi
??? you've never even met me, how do you know if I'm pretty or not?
Sidera
I just know, you type like a pretty person :>
Keiluvi
no 😐
I'm not dealing with you 😐
goodbye 😐
Sidera
lmfao
Mutari
I swear, Sidera, if you kill Xerikure I'll kill you myself.
Sidera
awww, the supposed Symbiote is protecting a tyrant nowww :<
Mutari
I will end you.
Sidera
have fun ^^
Dominus
can you all shut the fuck up, the notifications are killing my phone.
Sidera
just turn off notifications, hot stuff
Dominus
you've got to be kidding me.
Sidera
what, Lord of the Flames? thought I was flirting with you, my dear?
Dominus
At this point I should expect you to be weird as fuck.
Sidera
:>
anyways byeeee I'll go kill Xerikureeee
Keiluvi
why are you like this.
Sidera snickers as they turn off their phone completely, before sighing. They haven't fully decided if they'll actually go through with their plan or not, but it is quite fun to mess with the other TimeWalkers regardless.
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Old Beginning Pt. 2
pairings - aaron hotchner x reader, jethro gibbs x reader
chapters - one
summary - the news of a dinner party arrises, but there are some little challenges before the actually night
wc - 3k
an - sorry this took awhile, my summer is over and my writing schedule will be a little wonky now. i’m taking a break from answering requests, so I apologize if I haven’t answered yours, but i eventually will

Penelope and you both looked back at Aaron, taken back by his repeating of the word ‘boyfriend’. You didn’t plan on telling people so soon, considering he was your boss from your old line of work.
“I want to know everything about him, you have to invite him!” Penelope quickly went back into her loud chatting, attracting other faces at her comment. “I also may have mentioned to some of the team that you do have a boyfriend, it just slipped! You know I can’t keep secrets!”
“It’s okay, Pene,” You smiled softly. “I can’t invite him though, you know, since I’m not the one holding the dinner event.”
“You can invite your partner, everyone else can as well, considering it is a catch up,” Dave walked over, a cup of coffee in his own hand as he used the other to scratch at his stubble. “I’ll even invite the woman I’ve been seeing. Feel free to all bring a plus one, I have enough room and everyone deserves a taste of my Italian dishes, will change their lives.”
“Thank you, Rossi, but I simply can’t. It’s so soon, and he’s such a busy man,” You laughed, waving your hand. “It was a kind gesture though.”
“L/n, don’t tell us you’re embarrassed to show your new boyfriend to us?” Derek walked back over, poking your shoulder. “Penelope told all of us down here, just wanted to wait and see when you would tell us.”
“I’m not embarrassed, that’s absurd. He’s truly busy.”
“Invite him, I’ll make sure Will comes and hire a babysitter for Henry, so that we can truly have a adult night,” JJ chuckled. “Everyone is bringing a date, so it would be odd if you didn’t.”
“Actually, I don’t have a partner at the moment due to how invested I am in my studies and the factors of that many young woman my age only focus on the factor of conventional attractiveness rather then the complexity of brains and deep-”
“Don’t worry, Spencer, if you don’t have a date, then I’ll just bring two,” Emily joked. “You don’t need a date, I’m not bringing one either, but Y/n is for sure.”
“I’ll be like the tw-”
“You are dating someone, we aren’t, so you’ll bring that someone. Come on, L/n,” Emily continued on, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. “I’ll walk you out,” She turned back to wink at her coworkers, leading you to the elevator and soon the parking lot.
“Aaron,” Rossi looked towards his friend, a man who had his glare fixated on your exiting figure. “Will you bring Beth, the more the merrier.”
“Yeah, I suppose I will,” He answered, retrieving his cellphone from his pocket, pulling up her contact picture, thumb hovering over the call button. “Let’s finish up this work, so we call all get home.” He shoved it back in his pocket, commanding everyone else while moving back up the stairs to his office.
Meanwhile, you were outside of your car, looking at Emily still was right by your side.
“Bring your boyfriend,” She commented, watching as you fished for your keys and unlocked your car. “I want to meet him, I haven’t really talked to you in a long time.”
“We’re both so busy. Him as well.”
“Seriously, Y/n, I’m not gonna ease up on you. I’ve noticed the new tint in your eye, new considering the last time it was severely dulled. It’s amazing to see your real smile again, you closer to your old self despite the past losses. He really has helped you, so I want to meet the man who helped my dear friend so much.”
You contemplated her kind words, getting down to the point that everyone probably was happy to see you again, yourself physically and mentally.
“I’ll call him, see if he can come. Can’t promise anything, his work is very important to him, so if it needs him he’s there.”
Emily smiled widely, leaning over to kiss your cheek before you moved to open the front door and start your car.
“Great, I’m actually bringing someone. Poor Spencer might be the only one.”
“Aaron is as well?”
“Hotch, yeah,” She laughed. “Meet her at some track meet he had, Jack really likes her.”
“That’s good, I’ll see you soon then,” You smiled, shutting the door as Emily watched you back out, waving a small goodbye.
Leaving the facility, while at a stop light, you found your flip phone, finding the contact of Jethro and quickly dialing the number.
“Gibbs,” He answered.
“Hey, are you on a case?”
“No, are you driving?”
“Yes, safely. What are you doing? Building a boat,” You chuckled, imagining him in the basement with the tool and sweaty shirt.
“Yeah. Did you meet up with your old team today?”
“Mhm, all surprised to see me today. It was humorous in a sense. But, Rossi invited me and everyone to a dinner, telling us to bring a partner.”
“Who are you planning on bringing?”
“You.”
“So, we’re being more public with our relationship?”
“Just with the old team, my old team, they don’t have contact with anyone apart of NCIS, or at least not personal only professional.”
“I thought you were going to come and see me, instead of making me drive,” You could almost sense his smile on the other line, a mocking one.
Gibbs would obviously accept the offer, the man truly holding a strong affection for you, a soft spot personally for you, so he would agree to drive the hour or two.
But just because he would, it doesn’t mean he didn’t have to mess around a bit, act like he wouldn’t.
“I know, but then you can see my new apartment. And after this weekend, who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again. Both of our jobs involved sporadic cases that start and end at no specific time, hard to plan around. And, everyone is pressuring me to meet you.”
“I’m already popular, huh?”
“I suppose,” You huffed, rubbing your temple, exhaustion starting to take over you, wanting to get some rest, a calming bath to combat earlier feelings that seemed as if they were creeping up once again.
“I’ll come, don’t worry. Get home safe, call me when you have the address and date.”
“Okay, bye.” You hung up, tossing the phone onto the empty seat as you continued to drive, playing the music from the CD already inserted in your car.
Time leading up to the dinner seemed to fly by, especially considering that it wasn’t much time and you weren’t having to work. You decided to take the free time to get fully settled in, figure out your nerves, make a phone call to your therapist, and even read. Trying to get prepared for all the days that are to come.
Your hair was now being changed from its normal du to a new one, fancier in a sense. Applying a nice coat of makeup, new lip color, trying a new pallet and the old eyelash curler that hasn’t been used in a while, you finished ‘upgrading’ your face. A outfit was simple, considering you didn’t have many fancy ones, so with not much to choose, it was a quick decision.
Sliding that on and fixing the straps to be a bit tighter, messing with the bra to fit correctly, and pulling it down a bit, you grabbed your go to purse, shoving needed materials a into it as you moved to the kitchen.
Within the kitchen, there was a certain door within the wall of the pantry with a password. Quickly typing in the combination the door swung open, choosing between a small but handy knife, you put in the pocket of your bag.
You weren’t too worried about dangers at the dinner, but with years of catching/fighting murders, specific people after you, and even very powerful assassins, you carried certain weapons for safety.
Hearing the sturdy knock of someone’s knuckles on your front door, you rushed to shut the the secret door in the pantry, heading to your front door where someone was waiting.
A quick peak through the hole, your eyes widened in surprise and opened the door, allowing the man to walk in.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you, till uh, later tonight,” You mentioned, looking him up and down to see him more dressed up. “Are you not able to attend anymore?”
“No, I’m still going,” Hotch denied, sliding off his shoes and following you to the couch. “I just wanted to chat before than, a chance for just the two of us.”
“Is something wrong?” You walked over to your teapot, filling it with water, and placing it on your stove, heating up the water. “This is very unexpected.”
“Nothing is wrong. I just want to talk to you, see the apartment, hear what’s new with you.”
“Things,” You shrugged. “Obviously I’ve had a new job experience, similar in ways and also not. Grew closer with a new group of teammates, people, lost a few. Yeah, lost a few,” You repeated, remembering Jenny Shepard, even Kate, both amazing women, who did amazing things.
“That’s always hard, I guess my most recent loss was Haley,” Aaron hummed, soon the kettle making a high pitched noise, you rushing to take it off and grab some tea bags.
“She was also a amazing woman. Wonderful mother, cared so much for that little boy.”
“She really was.”
“Did you come to chat about her, it’s been a while since we had. Last time we really talked was five months after she passed, after the funeral.”
“It really has been that long?” Aaron questioned, taking the tea that you time handed him. “But it’s not the reason I came. I should have made more of a effort to keep in touch, after your transfer, after your loss.”
“You stayed with me for three months, allowing to lose some time with your son so you could change my dirty sheets and pick up all my snotty tissues,” You laughed, sitting down across from him with your own cup. “You had to get back to your family, make up for loss time.”
“You still helped me with my divorce during that time, and I still saw Jack,” He reminded you.
“I could’ve moved in with my father, but you allowed me not to do that.”
“Your father is a good man, but might not be the best to live with,” He laughed, a deep chuckle, something you didn’t see much. “You look nice.”
“Now you just notice,” You chuckle, taking another sip. “Thank you, you look nice as well. I was actually just going to call Jethro and tell him to meet me there, a bit of a drive and he isn’t happy about having to find a new team,” You spoke freely, feeling comfortable with the old friend, one you used to spill everything to years ago, him ranting to you too.
“Jethro? He has his own team? Sounds like a boss of some type.”
“Uh, technically. It’s complicated. I need to get going, to make it to the dinner on time and, finish, um, cleaning up my room before leaving.”
“I could take you there.”
“No thanks, I’ll see you there, bye.” You helped guide him to the door, a curt wave before he exited and shut it, locking it in a rush and moving back to the dining room table to clean the mugs.
You didn’t want to tell him all that, always insecure due to Gibbs being the prior boss of you and how people looked at that. Rumors were always spread about your and Aaron’s relationship, mostly about it being romantic.
Joining the team, you two easily hit it off due to your personalities. Always being filled with determination and stubbornness, refusing to give up till everything was done and right, even with files. Eventually you joined together, talked, spent most days with each other due to cases, and truly gained a very close friendship.
When rumors were getting around, glares were thrown your way, comments, left out by members who weren’t your immediate teams. People thought you were the cause of Haley and Aaron’s divorce, somehow word got around quickly, drama always does.
It was frustrating, already dealing with many different things at home, and even being in a relationship, it put so much unneeded stress and anxiety onto you.
So, getting into a relationship with Gibbs was a very reluctant thing on your part, he expressed his feelings first, but it was hard to accept them, despite the nerves he faced to do it.
Locking up the apartment, having all of your items with you, you made your way out the door and too your car, starting the drive to David’s house.
Upon arriving, you could hear light chatter in the home, lights on, and soothing music playing in the background. It sounded like everyone was having their fun, you couldn’t make out all the shadows of everyone indoors, just waiting outside for Jethro to arrive.
“Y/n?” You turned around at the sound of his voice, keys jingling in his hands as he walked up to you with a sly smile, shoving them in his pockets to place his arms around your waist. “What’s wrong, love?” Be snaked them around, a kiss to your somewhat clothed shoulder.
“Nothing, just a bit nervous to introduce you to everyone,” You smiled back at him, he squeezed a little tighter, catching your lips in a quick kiss. “Looking at your team, yet?”
“Nevermind that,” He grumbled, removing his hands to now interlace your left one with his right. “We should go in, right?”
“Maybe we could head back, to my place, say you are sick or something?” You looked back at him with a pleading look, to which he just chuckled at, starting to move to the front door, pressing the doorbell as you groaned a little.
“You’ll be fine,” He looked back at you as Rossi answered the door, cheerful smile on his lips, glass of scotch in hand as he moved out of the way to let you in.
“Ah! Y/n!” He cheered, leaning over to kiss your cheek and then pulled back. “Glad you made it! This must be…”
“Y/n! Oh where is the man?” Penelope rushed in, coming right by you with her own fruity drink, then leaning to whisper in your ear. “Is this him, oo!”
“Uh, Jethro that’s David,” You pointed to the man who first greeted you, him and Jethro shaking hands. “This is Penelope, the one kind of like Abby,” You smiled, as she gave you a little look, turning back and enveloping him in a little hug. She quickly turned back to you.
“He looks a little intimidating,” She whispered as you just laughed.
“For sure,” You nodded.
“Can I offer you a drink?” David turned to you two, gesturing to the one in his hand. “Something like Garcia for you Y/n, and what about you Jethro?”
“Just call me Gibbs, and yeah that’s fine,” He corrected Rossi, taking your hand as the two of you walked more inside of the magnificent house.
It truly was so well designed, very expensive, and the appetizers adorning the oak wood table looked very delicious. You wanted to go and grab a bite, before you were actually led to the living room where everyone was currently sitting.
“L/n, finally made it,” Derek laughed, beer in his hand as he pointed at you with a little chuckle. “You always know how to be a bit late.”
“Fashionably late, I believe that’s what it’s called,” JJ corrected them with her own wine glass in hand, Will sat right besides her on one of the couch as most of them in that room joined in laughter.
“What can I say?” You laughed, walking over, feeling less nervous with the factor of introducing your boyfriend, taking a seat on another couch in the large room, Jethro automatically sitting right besides you.
“So, introduce us,” Emily motioned over to Jethro, sly smile playing on her lips.
“This is Jethro, but he goes by Gibbs, and, uh, this is the team,” You started to name everyone off while pointing to them, leaving off a few names due to your members introducing their own partners to you.
Emily, Derek, and JJ had all brought partners. Spencer and Penelope decided to ‘go together’ as if they were partners, and Hotch hadn’t arrived yet. Rossi also had his girlfriend helping him cook in the kitchen, making drinks for you and Gibbs now.
“So, you work at NCIS, right?” Spencer questioned. “The Naval Criminal Investigative Service, very interesting considering the type of crimes you investigate. I would love to hear more about some of your cases and how you went about it,” Spencer smiled, a small notebook being pulled out of his pocket with a pen.
“Yeah,” Gibbs just nodded, looking at you a little questioning, which you just chuckled at.
“Why should we talk so much about work, it’s something we all do too much of,” You joked, everyone laughing, as Dave came back out, handing some drinks.
“Fine, fine, what do you do for fun Mr. Gibbs?” Derek asked, putting a arm over the couch and pulling his girl closer to his side, the woman just on her phone.
“I like to build boats, a type of hobbie I’ve been doing for years.”
“Building boats? Where?” Will wondered, intertwining his fingers with JJ.
“My basement, a private workspace.”
“How do you get it out then?” Penelope inquired, now back by Spencer and her face in her hand, leaning closer to show her interest in Gibbs statement.
“I’d be no fun if you knew that,” He shrugged, taking a drink with a small smile as Penelope gasped, Emily mouthing how ‘I like him’. It was sweet how everything was going well.
They all continued to converse with Gibbs, easily accepting him apart of the conversation, it was sweet and you were now on your second drink, practically all nerves gone.
“Sorry we’re late,” A voice mentioned in the hallway, dressed in a fine suit with a beautiful woman standing besides him. He shrugged off the last of his coat as he hung it up, taking her hand and walking into the hallway a little.
“This is such a nice place, Aaron. Oh! Your friend, wow, so grand,” The woman admired, now truly getting in your line of sight.
“Yeah,” He mumbled, eyes interlocking with yours before falling onto Gibbs. “I’m Aaron, call me Hotch.”
“I’m Gibbs,” Your boyfriend stood up, moving over to the other man with his hand stuck out. “Call me that.”
You had a feeling this evening wouldn’t be as smooth as you hoped.
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Haikyuu Polyship hc’s!
♚ Hey hey hey! Welcome to a little collab that @tetsurocking and I have been working on for a few weeks now! Like two but still. We each chose three different couples and wrote headcanons about a poly relationship with them!
♚ My three!: Suna x Osamu x Reader! Tendo x Ushijima x Reader! And Futakuchi x Shirabu x Reader!
♚ Make sure to check out the three couples J wrote about over on her page! I promise you’ll find some stuff ya like😉 ‘I think about polyships too much for a monogamous bitch’ -J 😂 Anyways, enjoy!
♚ Warnings: Should be none! Although I reference high school in the past, everyone involved is aged up!
Suna x Osamu x Reader Poly!
✧ When you guys were in high school, Rinta would always send you videos of Osamu and him at practice; sometimes they were videos of the twins fighting, some were of them doing little tricks with the ball to get your praise, and some were just of them waving/saying they missed you
✧ They tend to spam your little group chat with memes while you’re at work or school, and sometimes they just spam you for attention <3
✧ They both really like it when you wear their clothing. Sometimes they get pouty if you wear one shirt or the other, but they never genuinely mind. In addition to this, they basically share a wardrobe. Is that Suna’s shirt or Samu’s? They don’t even know 🤷🏻♀️
✧ Suna probably sends you two pictures of the ugliest things he sees in a day and and puts a caption like « haha that’s you two. » that’s it. He probably doesn’t even bother to put a period at the end (Thanks for this one, Alma!)
✧ Suna takes tons of pictures with/of the two of you, and he changes his lockscreen background pretty often because of it. His favorite pictures are the ones he takes without you two noticing, hehehe
✧ These two are both really great drivers and they’re very smug about it. Food for thought 😌
✧ When you’re grocery shopping, they probably start eating what’s in the cart before you’re even out of the store.
✧ In addition to grocery shopping, don’t even TRY to tell Osamu one brand of a certain ingredient or food is better than another, he will throw a Miya Twin hissy fit™️ lmao
✧ They both keep extras of anything any of you may need in their cars. Period stuff if you’re someone who has one, hygiene products like deodorant and an extra shirt for Suna after practice, snacks for Osamu cause the poor boy always wants to eat in the car, etc.
✧ They both like to tease, but in reality they’re big softies for you. Want cuddles? Rinta is always flopping down on top of you once you sit on the couch. Need a back or shoulder massage? You don’t even have to ask Osamu at this point, he does it subconsciously.
✧ Suna prefers dates at home, lounging around and cuddled up, movie nights, dinner dates, etc. Osamu prefers lazy errand days. Going grocery shopping, cleaning the house together, dropping something off to Atsumu or grabbing lunch on the way home, he enjoys the domesticity of life with the two of you.
✧ DOING THEIR HAIR. Styling Suna’s hair for him in the morning or helping Osamu touch up his color before he goes back to brown.
✧ Holiday decorating, birthdays, and anniversaries are always fun with these two. To others, they’re relatively reserved, with a few sarcastic comments to spare *cough cough* we all know who I mean- But to you, they’re rambunctious and sweet. Making stupid jokes to see you laugh, babying you, all the like.
✧ Someone picking on you or getting a little too friendly? No need to worry, your two tall ass, intimidating boyfriends have your back. Suna is more of the- glare daggers at them until they get the hint- kinda person, but Osamu is definitely the- throw my arm around my partner and tell the other person to back off- one.
✧ Going to Suna’s games with Osamu to support him! Osamu once pretended to be a fan and asked for his autograph, and when Suna just looked him dead in the face and kisses him everyone around lost their minds.
✧ You and Suna visiting Osamu at work and bringing him lunch so he doesn’t have to make it himself! He has pictures of you three in his office too <3
✧ The boys visiting you at work/school saying it’s to playfully embarrass you, but usually it’s something like; bringing you lunch, coming to pick you up for a spontaneous date/adventure after you clock out, or just coming to sit in your office and bug you for a little while to get your mind off of work.
✧ They are both pretty possessive, but aren’t controlling. They just like to hold you, though Suna is the more reserved one of the boys when it comes to pda.
✧ ^That said, they like to show you off- a lot. Showing pictures of you or the other boy to their coworkers and teammates is a favorite of theirs.
✧ Whatever hobbies you’re into, they like to sit and watch you do. Reading, cooking (with Osamu?😌), baking, art, music, video games, etc. They just love to watch you do your craft! You’re so supportive of them and their dreams, the things they love, they try to repay the favor any chance they get.
✧ Suna is definitely one to just sit his head on your lap or shoulder and listen to you talk all day about something you love <3
Tendo x Ushijima x Reader Poly!
✧ Tendo has a massive collection of hoodies and he loves it when you two wear them. It makes him so happy to see you guys in something that’s his, a physical symbol that you two want people to know you’re with him.
✧ Both very affectionate partners, in their own ways. vv
✧ ^Tendo wasn’t very fond of pda at first, more so he wasn’t comfortable with it because he thought you two would be embarrassed to be seen with him. Once he found out you two weren’t embarrassed of him and wanted to show others your relationship, he was all for it! Usually likes to hold your hands or lean on one of you.
✧ ^Ushijima is more subtle with his affection, not because he’s scared or embarrassed, just that he prefers to do it in private. He knows you two know he loves you, so he doesn’t really see the need to be all over you in public. But in private? That man is always hugging you or nuzzling into your shoulder- he’s like a giant teddy bear.
✧ Ushijima loves to do all the domestic shit with you two. Cooking, cleaning the house, running errands. He’s just a sucker for feeling like a lil family with his two cuties.
✧ Tendo loves to plan the dates! Though if you want to, he’ll gladly let you! He likes to plan little day adventures for the three of you, whenever Toshi doesn’t have practice or training!
✧ Tendo likes to have his nails painted by you, and Ushijima likes to watch you two <3
✧ Matching nails with Tendo??? Mhm😌
✧ Protective boyfies! Let’s be honest here, it’s unlikely you’re gonna have too many problems with these two giants standing next to you. But if there ever is one, they definitely scare off whoever is bugging you quickly.
✧ These two are some of the most comforting people on here. They both had their share of not so great things happen to them growing up, Tendo being bullied and Ushijima basically being treated like a brute. The two of them became really good at comforting people, knowing how it feels to not have someone there to comfort you when you needed it.
✧ They’re big on cuddling to begin with, but if you’re ever sad or stressed? Prepare for Tendo making a pillow fort and Ushijima baking your favorite treats. These two are incredibly supportive and comforting when you need them <3
✧ Ushijima once got so fed up with Tendo being a little brat, he threw him onto his shoulder and walked around the house like that for a good half hour. Tendo thought it was hilarious and so did you
✧ Speaking of, he seems to really enjoy carrying the two of you around at random times. Piggyback rides, bridal style, or just like a koala clinging to him, he loves it.
✧ Tendo can sense a mood change in the two of you like it’s nothin. Seriously, the guy just knows when something is bugging either of you.
✧ The boys definitely ask if they can get a pet when you move in together. Tendo has a long list of crazy animals and Ushijima keeps suggesting a hedgehog for some reason.
✧ Regardless of what you decide on, you know these two are going to treat your pet like their baby. They’re going to spoil tf outta that little fella. 100% Tendo takes a million photos of them everyday. Ushijima doesn’t baby talk, he just talks to them normally about random things like volleyball and it’s pretty comical.
✧ Visiting Tendo at his chocolatier shop! He usually has very long days, and gets extremely happy when you two pop in to see him. Please bring this baby some lunch or dinner, he’s not a big eater and often forgets too. He has pictures of the three of you in his office too <3
✧ Watching Ushijima’s games and practices! This boy can’t get enough of the praise you and Tendo offer him! He loves seeing you sport his jersey with his name on the back, and he says seeing you two in the stands at practice or during a game really helps his focus?
✧ If you’re someone who has a period, these two are so sweet and thoughtful to ya. Tendo always makes the best chocolate, and Ushijima is basically a walking heater, he runs you hot baths too! Both handle mood swings very well and always make sure the pain meds are stocked in the house. 10/10 boyfies
✧ Please let Ushijima have as many house plants as he wants. He loves them and names each of them, he’s let you and Tendo name some before too! Catch this big teddy bear talking to his plants while he repots or waters them and your heart will melt </3
Futakuchi x Shirabu x Reader Poly!
✧ Salty, sarcastic, teasy boyfies- if you’re easily flustered, prepare yourself, they are going to use it against you. Calling you nicknames and saying things they know will make you start to stutter at any chance they get. (Lookin at you, Futakuchi) (please don’t think I’m making fun of people with a stutter, I have one myself.)
✧ Very protective, though they may not show it as often as some others do. Someone messing with you? You bet they’re next to you in an instant- offering several sarcastic remarks and a menacing glare from Shirabu, Futakuchi throwing an arm around you and bending down to the creeps level to further the intimidation.
✧ Both very comforting partners, if you’re feeling anxious or upset they’ll gladly take you into a big cuddle pile. Petting your hair or cheek, and telling you all the sweet things they can think of to see you smile.
✧ ^ Shirabu picks up on your insecurities very easily, especially if they’re similar to his own, and helps you learn to cope with and improve your mental health. Futakuchi has a gift for comforting people, always knowing what to say to make you feel 100x better about yourself or anything that’s bugging you <3
✧ Let’s not even get into what they’d say or do to the person if someone hurt your feelings, let alone made you cry. We’ll leave that to your imagination.
✧ Very competitive with each other. They constantly play fight for your attention, making comments about who’s shirt you wore today or who you ate lunch with- but it’s all in good fun.
✧ Futakuchi is a sly bastard, he really loves to fluster and tease tf outta you and Shirabae. For example: When Jirou gets mad at Kenji, Futakuchi just calls him his pretty boy or compliments how cute he looks when he’s angry and Shirabu becomes a complete flustered, stuttering mess.
✧ Going to visit Shirabu at work and/or bring him lunch! He doesn’t like to admit it, but he really does appreciate when you two come to visit and eat with him, especially during long shifts where he doesn’t get to see or talk to you two very much. He always becomes a blushy mess, waving off his coworkers with a glare when they comment on it- or when Futakuchi points it out
✧ Going to watch Futakuchi’s games! He’s very open with his appreciation for the two of you coming to watch his games! Either of you wear an extra jersey of his and it’s game on. He’s mindful to ask if you’re okay with hugs after, since he’s usually pretty sweaty, though.
✧ Of the two of them, Shirabu is the more perceptive one. He can easily pick up on any of the changes in mood the two of you may have, and it makes it easier to solve any issues you may have, rather quickly.
✧ In your relationship, Shirabu also gets frustrated the easiest. Whether it be with himself or the stresses of work and school, he finds himself getting frustrated and overwhelmed rather easily.
✧ You and Futakuchi are masters at calming him down by now, pulling him into a cuddle with lots of affirmation and he feels better in no time, offering to help with his work and take a bit of the load off cheers him up quite a bit too.
✧ Your boys are both very loving and cuddly when sleepy.
✧ Both getting overwhelming soft when you’re being cute, they just start to overload. Whenever you do anything remotely adorable, they can’t help but dote on you. SOFT BOI HOURS
✧ HEAD PATS! That is all. :)
✧ Futakuchi is the type to kiss you hard during an argument while Shirabu is the type to sulk and then come over to you later that night asking to cuddle.
✧ Random hc, but Futakuchi’s car is a fucking mess, I just know it.
✧ Saw this somewhere else, but it fits him! Futakuchi says yes ma’am/sir with a huge shit eating grin.
✧ You three have a good system when it comes to planning dates, taking turns every week or so, although Shirabu tends to prefer slow days/nights at home, given his busy(er) schedule.
✧ Another random hc, but I think Futakuchi has some sort of energy drink addiction and Shirabu is constantly nagging him about cutting it out of his diet because he aggressively cares for that boy.
✧ “Stop drinking that, idiot. It’s bad for you.” “Aww, Jirou~ are you worried about me?” “Shut up,,”
♚ Hope you enjoyed our little collab! Go check out @tetsurocking ’s part on her page! Believe me- it’s good😭 be warned! It does have nsfw content! Mine was gonna but some of you can’t follow rules😤
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You Don’t Own Me (You Don’t Even Know Me)
Chapter 5
Summary: As the son of a Baron, Roman Sanders always knew that when he married, it would be due to a political arrangement rather than true love. Still, when he is sent away to marry an older, more powerful Earl, he is determined to make the best of his situation. Despite the Earl’s indifference towards him, Roman forges ahead and prepares to become the best husband he can possibly be, making new friends along the way. But when his fiancé’s demeanor turns from cold to cruel, Roman must shift all of his focus to survival, and find a way out of his marriage before it’s too late.
Ships: Logince (Logan x Roman) Moxiety (Virgil x Patton)
Content Warnings: arranged marriage, abuse, attempted sexual assault, murder, poisoning, character death, hurt/comfort, angst
Chapter Warnings: mentions of physical and emotional abuse, murder planning
Word Count: 2490
Read on AO3: here!
Cowritten with @ironwoman359 masterlist
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Roman was not used to feeling small.
He was used to standing out, being loud, and carrying his shoulders with a confidence worthy of the title he held and the company he was expected to keep. Wherever he went, he knew he could always hold his head high.
Staring at his reflection now, he had to fight the urge to duck his head. His face was, quite simply, a mess. The cut from Lord Howard’s ring was small enough that Roman didn’t feel the need to bandage it, but the wound was slightly swollen, and his cheek was a truly shocking shade of purple.
Swallowing, Roman picked up a small compact that had been left on his vanity. He wasn’t in the habit of applying makeup, but when the supplies for doing so had appeared in his room overnight, the message he was being sent was quite clear. He wasn’t even sure whether he was sickened or relieved by the act, at this point. In some ways, it felt like another mark of ownership; the earl wanted him as perfect and pristine as ever, no matter what happened. But on the other hand, Roman wasn’t sure if he could stand to walk about the estate with the mark on full display like a brand.
Roman winced as he gingerly applied the powder to his face. It didn’t completely erase the injury’s appearance, but if he added some blush to the other cheek and styled his hair so it hung lower than usual, obscuring the bruise from the side...it was almost enough.
It would have to do for now.
Taking a deep breath, Roman exited his room and quickly made his way through the halls. He’d told Patton that he didn’t feel well this morning (which was not entirely untrue), and so he wasn’t expecting anyone to wonder where he was. After a few turns, he found himself standing before a door that he had never actually gone through before: the door to Logan’s office.
The office’s large door glistened with fresh wood polish and gave a pleasant, welcoming smell, though the scent actually only succeeded in making Roman’s nerves worse. He knew Logan would be on the other side, working on managing this set of numbers or that pile of letters even this early in the morning. Lightly touching the bruise across his cheek he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It had to be Logan- no one else. He trusted Patton with everything he had, but there was no telling how the loyal attendant would react. He knew Patton cared about him, but as kind and caring as he was, he was hardly a good actor. And Virgil was far from a snitch, but he was so wary of any sign of trouble that Roman didn’t want to burden him with this...at least not yet.
He had to be sure...he had to know he had even half a chance before letting the others in, and to have that chance, he needed Logan.
If Roman listened closely, he could hear him on the other side of the door, muttering softly to himself as he ran through whatever calculations he was scratching out with his favorite pen. Paper rustled every now and then and Roman could tell by the coolness of the hardwood floor just in front of the door that the window must be open. He stood a moment more, letting his mind’s eye follow the thought, picturing Logan’s long hair blowing softly across his shoulders as he sat hunched over his desk, glasses sitting just so on the bridge of his nose that Roman could probably reach forward and straighten them if he was quick enough.
Shaking the thought out of his head, he took a breath and knocked quickly, then without waiting for an answer, pushed the door open before he could lose his nerve.
Logan glanced up from his work, frowning slightly as Roman entered. His eyes widened when he saw Roman, and he stood so quickly that his chair screeched across the floor. Wincing at the sound, he smiled apologetically and gestured for Roman to take the seat in front of him.
“Roman, to what do I owe the pleasure this late in the evening?”
“I-” Roman’s throat ran dry, and his thoughts along with it. Logan was looking at him, worry etched across his brow and work forgotten, and Roman swallowed. “I need your help.”
“Certainly,” Logan said immediately. “How can I assist you?”
Sitting across from Logan now, Roman almost changed his mind. It seemed absurd to think that Logan would agree to what he had in mind...what if he had misjudged him? What if he had misinterpreted the withering looks Logan shot the earl when he thought no one was looking, what if he had placed too much faith in their budding friendship, and if Roman so much as breathed a word of his plan, Logan would be the first to warn Lord Howard?
“Roman? Are you alright?”
Logan’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, and Roman looked up. Logan was sitting patiently, nothing but concern and quiet understanding marking his features, and Roman suddenly didn’t know why he should be worried at all. He could trust this man- he was sure of it.
“I need your help taking control away from Lord Howard.”
Logan binked once, then twice, fiddling with a pen that lay in front of his hands before setting it down firmly and leaning forward. No sound came from his mouth when he opened it at first, snapping it shut to blink a third time, slow and deliberate while he gathered his thoughts. “I’m sorry?”
“I- I need your help, please Logan.” Roman leaned forward as the other man straightened back up, his attention fully caught. “The earl has his fingers in far too many pies...and I’m not even sure he remembers what all the flavors are. If last week's meeting was anything to go by he disregards anything that doesn’t directly benefit him and only him and I’m sure land isn’t the only thing he’s notoriously stubborn with. Look at the way he treats his staff, expecting them up day and night to serve him and his entertainment of the day, extending that to you and all the responsibilities he shoves to the side in his confidence that you’ll pick up the slack. I haven’t even been here for very long but I know you hardly sleep for all the work you do in his stead. He expects everyone around him to be the perfect picture of their roles to mask the fact that he cannot play his own and I cannot continue this betrothal and eventual marriage in a state of constant anxiety and silence. He isn’t...he isn’t a good man Logan.”
Pursing his lips, Logan held up a hand. “Roman, I still don’t know that I understand what you want me-”
“He isn’t a good man, Logan,” Roman interrupted. “You must see that.”
“Yes, but Roman, he- I don’t know what you’re asking of me. He has more power than he knows what to do with, true, and he certainly abuses it, but I’m not certain what you expect me to be able to do about taking it away. I manage his finances and remind him of meetings; I hardly have the reach to do anything substantial.”
“For people like him, money is his power, and you’re the one that takes care of that. How many times does he actually ask you about anything official? Does he ever want full accounts of where anything goes? You sign documents for him of all things because he believes himself too important and you’re going to sit there and say you have no weight to throw?”
“But I-”
Seeing the doubt, Roman was quick to lean forward. “What if we could control the estate? Actually control it, and make smart decisions for it and know what’s going in and out of it? Surely you of all people would jump at the opportunity to make the changes you know need to be made here.”
“Roman.” Logan fixed him with a stern look, and Roman snapped his mouth shut. “It’s a nice thought in theory. I’ve spent many nights worrying over things that truly should not be my responsibility, and have done enough research to present to the earl a myriad of solutions to his problems, should he ever decide he actually wants to listen to my counsel. But for us to be in control of the estate, the earl would have to be deceased.”
Roman stared at him blankly.
Logan’s eyes widened. “Roman that is not-”
Taking a deep breath, Roman brought up a hand to wipe at his face, the flesh colored powder smearing his sleeve to reveal the dark purple and red underneath. This time it was Logan that snapped his mouth shut, with an audible click. Horror, anger and worry flashed across his face, and Roman winced.
“It’s going to get worse. I know it and so do you. This is how it starts, especially once he has someone who officially belongs to him, and especially when that someone doesn’t just lie down and take it. I won’t. And so it will keep getting worse, and he will never be accountable until one of us finally has an accident. I am not going to let that one of us be me.”
Logan regarded him sadly, sighing as he lowered his gaze. “What you’re suggesting is extremely risky. Even if we could do something after you marry him, the fact of the matter is that this is the Howard family’s estate. And I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that the earl isn’t exactly...interested in making you an official member of the family in any capacity. If he were to pass away, the estate wouldn’t be bequeathed to you. You’d still have no control, and might honestly end up with less if his other family members decide not to tolerate your presence.”
“That’s where you come in.” Roman smirked, and Logan’s head snapped up. “I need your help to forge the will.”
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“Well that’s-”
“Excuse me, what?”
Roman fidgeted with his sleeve as Logan attempted to sooth Patton and Virgil long enough to allow them to explain. After getting Logan to agree to help him, Roman had immediately requested that they bring Patton and Virgil into the scheme. Roman was certain he could trust them, and Logan seemed to agree. They certainly wouldn’t be able to pull their plan off with only two of them. Getting Patton and Virgil to see the necessity in it, though...well that was the first hurdle they were trying to clear.
“It seems like a drastic measure to take, even with the lord’s uh...mood as of late.” Patton squirmed on the haystack he was curled up on, pointedly ignoring the baffled expression Virgil threw him.
“A drastic measure? You think? This is treason, Patton! We’ll be hanged!” Virgil turned to glare at the two men across from him. “We will be hanged. There has to be a better way.’
“We will have the will forged and officiated before the wedding, and then arrange it to look like his death was natural. As long as we can figure out a way to do that it’s a fairly simple process.” Logan held his hands in front of him in a pleading gesture. “Even if we can’t find a way to make it look natural, I assure you Lord Howard has enough enemies grabbing at his various businesses and properties that it’d be anyone’s guess who tried killing him off. Half of them would end up paying investigators off just to avoid any public suspicion, it is almost guaranteed that no one would expect Roman to be the culprit.”
Virgil stared at him. “You’ve thought this through. Logan, why have you thought this through?”
Patton reached over and grabbed Virgil’s hand, rubbing soothing motions against his knuckles while humming softly. Virgil’s shoulders remained tense but he leaned against the attendant's shoulder, taking a shuddering breath as he raised his eyes to the ceiling.
“I think...” Patton said slowly. “I think that maybe while we have this opportunity we should take it. Not that I take any pride in using you Roman!” He was quick to assure. “But- I’ve seen the way he gets...and how he is getting. People like that only worsen with age, and I’d rather not see any of us hurt...more.”
Roman touched his cheek self-consciously, trying to subtly cover up the spot where he had wiped the make-up off, but of course fooling no one. Patton glanced away but Virgil’s gaze only hardened, squeezing the other man’s hand and swearing under his breath.
“I guess....I guess all of us here- everyone at the estate really- would benefit from him not being in charge. It’s still incredibly risky.” Here Virgil glared daggers at Logan and Roman specifically. “But I think with the right people...the right poison maybe, it could work.”
“Do you have a suggestion?” Logan asked curiously.
“Not me, but I know people that might. What are we thinking the time table will be for this?”
Roman perked up as they all looked at him. “Well...it might be a good idea to carry it out a good while after the wedding. If it happens immediately after, it would look a lot more suspicious than if we waited.”
Logan frowned. “But Roman-”
“Logan, you know I’m right.” Roman startled a bit at the sheer amount of concern he saw in Logan’s eyes, but gave him a small smile as reassurance. “I’ll be fine until then.”
“Well,” Both of their heads snapped around to face Virgil again, neither acknowledging the slight pink in their cheeks. “If we’re waiting that long that’s plenty of time for me to get in contact with my guys and figure something out. Really it shouldn’t be too hard.”
Patton made a small noise in the back of his throat. “Um, exactly what kind of guys, Virgil?”
Virgil laughed outright. “Oh, total degenerates for sure! But they’re also both idiots, and that didn’t change when they set up their apothecary, so I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”
“So it’s set then? We’re doing this?” Roman couldn’t help the hopeful edge to his tone, and he immediately felt a stab of guilt.
What would his friends think of him now, so eager to take such a drastic measure? But a quick glance at their faces revealed only sympathy and determination, and he forced himself to breathe. There was a reason he’d come to these three specifically, and now he had to trust that he’d made the right call.
“Yes.” Logan said, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze, and Roman felt himself relax. “We are.”
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Lover
pairing: captain syverson x reader
summary: your man is finally back home after months of being away and he can’t help but want to make things official. based off of taylor swift’s lover.
a/n: here’s the very requested part two! i hope i make you all happy with this follow up and the first part will be linked here. credit for the use of the name ‘logan’ goes to @littlefreya!
we could leave the christmas light up till january
this is our place, we make the rules
Excited wasn't even the word to describe how you were feeling. Logan’s flight was set to land at 11PM and of course you were just thirty minutes early. Sitting and pacing your living room as the clock ticked away wasn't doing you any good.
There weren’t many people in the airport, mostly employees and what looked like businessmen catching late/early flights. You shifted in your chair for the thousandth time and looked towards the arrival gate to see a crowd of men walking through.
All in various states of tiredness and army colored garb. You jumped from your chair as you spotted the one man you’ve been waiting seven months for. Logan caught your eye the moment you stepped into view. He adjusted the backpack on his shoulder as he weaved his way through the men, his eyes only on you.
Logan scooped you up and spun in a circle. You threw your arms around his neck and couldn’t help the sob that ripped through you. Happy tears, you promised. His large hands gripped your waist as he set you down and you two finally made eye contact.
“I kept my promise, I came back.” His voice sounded so different from the late night phone calls. No static or cutting out.
You nodded with tears in your eyes, “I never doubted you would.”
“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”
You don’t remember the drive, but you remembered that you stared at Syverson the entire time. He insisted on driving, saying he needed to drive his truck again. You couldn’t argue, you were just happy he was back in your sights.
The walk into the apartment was a mess; you two were stumbling for different reasons. Logan because you were clinging to him like a koala and you because you refused to let go of his waist. You didn’t want to not be touching him again.
“You kept the christmas tree up,” He mused, eyes lighting up at the green fir in the corner of the living room. “Christmas was three weeks ago.”
You felt yourself become shy under his gaze. You stood next to the tree and watched as he looked from you to the stack of gifts at your feet.
“Those for me?”
Nodding, you pointed to the couch before grabbing the wrapped presents and sitting next to him. “I couldn’t not buy you things. I knew you’d be home eventually to open them.”
A sad smile crossed his face as he spoke, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here then.”
“We don’t have to talk about that, c’mon,” You were desperate to change the subject as you put a large box in his hand.
i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover
my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue
It only took Logan Syverson a year and a half to bite the bullet and go buy a ring. A white gold pear-shaped 1 carat was burning a whole in his pocket the entire dinner.
“The nurses area was so unorganized I got a headache looking at it so I just-” You stopped your story when you noticed Logan nervously fidgeting with his napkin. “Baby, you alright?”
Logan’s head snapped up to you with wide eyes, “Huh?”
You giggled at his expression and repeated your question which only made him more visibly nervous. Aika picked her head up from her dog bed in the corner as if she could sense her owners emotions. The german shepard arrived at your door a few days after Logan came back, said she was his best girl back there and he needed to bring her home with him. Who were you to refuse such a cute face?
In the short time you looked at Aika, Logan had stood up and got down on one knee at your side. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you; your hand coming up to clutch your heart as he spoke those four words.
You couldn’t form words and only nodded as the wide grin spread across your mans face. “Yeah? That a yes?”
“Yes! Of course, yes!” You pushed yourself into his arms as he stood up himself. You two laughed when Aika jumped up and barked, seemingly understanding what just happened. The ring was slipped on your finger and it was a perfect fit.
Logan cupped your face and kissed you like his life depended on it. You didn’t know it at the time, but you just made him the happiest man on earth. You wrapped your arms around his waist and just hugged him; physical touch was both of your love languages and it couldn’t have worked out better.
“Guess we gotta start planning, huh?” Logan asked.
“We need to call your mom before we do anything else.” You were already making a mental list of who to call and text, planning your facebook announcement down to which pictures of the ring you’d take. Your thoughts were interrupted by Logan’s gruff voice.
“I love you, Y/N Syverson.” You could practically hear the smile he wore.
“I love you too, Captain.”
can we always be this close forever and ever?
#captain syverson imagine#captain syverson x reader#captain syverson#henry cavill imagine#henry cavill x reader#my writings
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You just had to bring the symbol of Victory into this didn't you?!???? Is this some sort of euphemism I should look forward to or!??!?!?????
Yes!! Let me “paint you a picture” (groan)... Also, I sat down to draft my response and it's somehow *gestures at this whole mess* 2300+ words!?? And confession time! I’ve never even SEEN "The Mentalist"! Everything I know about Marcus Pike has come from cute GIFs and the Internet and fanfics… so… I don’t even know what’s going on with me today. But thank you! :D
(This is leaking over from this post if anyone needs to play catch-up)
Paris
Word count: 2300+
Rating: mature, 18+ only
Outline: Marcus Pike x “You” in Paris, reader is an Art History Professor (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)
Warnings: slow burn; cute Marcus Pike; coffee and pastries; kissing and stuff; public-ish sex in the Louvre after hours; spontaneous P/V sex (probably unprotected, idek) we're all adults here, wrap it before YOU tap it!
It’s like, you and sweet Marcus have definitely hit it off and you’re really into each other after that field trip meet-cute and your date, but you haven’t slept together yet. He gets called away for a case, so you wish him good luck and hope that you can see each other again soon.
A few days later it’s spring break and you have a trip to Paris planned to complete some research for your next publication. You email Marcus while you're waiting to board. You let him know that you’re going to be out of town for a few days, but that you hope his case is going well, and maybe when he's back you two can pick up where you left off?
You land in Paris and check your messages, and you see that Marcus has replied to your email. He says he can't share the details of his case, but that he hopes he'll be wrapped up by the end of the week, and that he definitely wants to see you again. He asks about your research trip, so you shoot a quick email back to fill him in on the details.
You get to your hotel and sink into a hot bath with your phone. You open your emails, and your brain tells you that you're just checking to confirm the details of your appointment with your research contact in the morning... but the little uptick in your heart rate tells you that you're actually looking for another reply from Marcus. And it's there. He says that he loves Paris and that your research sounds exciting. He asks where you’re staying? You give him the name of your hotel, and tell him that you haven't stayed there before, but it's cute.
Before the water even gets cold you have another reply, sending the butterflies behind your navel into a tizzy. He says that he's stayed there once or twice and that the café in the lobby has excellent pastries. You smile and let yourself imagine a vacation with Marcus, here in Paris, sharing pain au chocolat over a little table in the café. You refill the tub with hot water and sit daydreaming for so long that your fingers prune up.
You get out of the bath and wrap yourself in a plush robe, and sit on the edge of the bed. You email Marcus back, wishing him a good night and telling him that it's late where you are, but that you promise to try one of the pastries in the morning with your breakfast coffee. By the time you're in your nightgown and ready to sleep he's responded, wishing you sweet dreams and hoping that your research goes well. You smile and reply, "Thanks," and then drift down into pleasant dreams.
The next morning you take yourself to the little lobby café and treat yourself to a café crème and an almond croissant. Marcus was right, and you nearly moan aloud as you wrap your mouth around the flaky pastry. You open your email and send him a picture of your croissant with one bite missing, and you joke that you blame him for ruining you for any other boulangeries you might visit during your trip. By the time you're done with breakfast he's responded with a wink emoji and a quick "Sorry I ruined you," and you desperately want to email him back and boldly ask him to ruin you in other ways. You stop yourself, and your brain can't think of anything appropriate, so you just don't respond and you leave to go to your research appointment.
The day is long, and the dusty archives and a few misfiled papers cause small irritations. But you find a few of the things that you needed, so you call it productive enough. You break at 3 p.m. and decide to start again fresh in the morning. Maybe an early dinner and another scalding hot bubble bath will set you right. You decide that the weather is nice, and that your hotel is close enough that you can stroll back and people watch, disconnect your brain from your work and transition into relaxation mode along the way.
You arrive back at your hotel and go to your room to change. There is a card slipped under your door, the front desk letting you know that you have a delivery of some kind to pick up. You try to remember if any of your colleagues or your boss mentioned that they would send you anything? Is it paperwork? Some kind of file for your research? You decide to shower and change into a nice dress to lift your mood, and then head back out for dinner.
You take the card to the lobby desk and hand it to the desk clerk and he disappears into the back office. When he returns you're surprised to see that he's holding a floral arrangement, not huge or ostentatious, but lovely and cheerful and somehow your favorite color exactly. The clerk sets the vase on the desk. You reach for the card and open it.
"Good luck on your research. -Marcus"
You break into a wide grin and you practically float back to your room. You set the flowers on the room table and open your email to thank him. You send him a photo and an effusive "Thank you!" and a winky kiss emoji. Is that too much? No - if one little emoji scares him off then he's not the guy you thought he was.
He responds within minutes, a quick "You're welcome. Glad they arrived in one piece." and his own winky kiss emoji. Your heart flutters and you reply immediately, "They're really lovely. Thank you for thinking of me."
A moment later his next email pops up: "Can I take you to dinner and pick up where we left off?"
You reply: "Absolutely! I'll let you know as soon as I'm back in town!"
He responds: "No, I meant tonight."
You hesitate, does he want to call you and chat on the phone while you eat dinner? Some kind of video call, like a virtual date? Before you can type your reply, a new message pops up: "I'm actually in Paris. My case is here and I arrived a few days before you did. I didn't want to scare you off or come to your hotel unannounced, but I'm free tonight and I'd love to see you."
You throw your head back and laugh. This is definitely way more fun than eating alone and people-watching. You message back an enthusiastic, "Yes! I'm ready when you are!" and he emails you and says he'll see you in 30 minutes in the lobby. When you get downstairs he's waiting by the front desk, all soft scruff and loosened tie and warm brown eyes, just as you remembered. You smile and hug him, and in that moment you feel like a fairy-tale princess meeting her prince, being swept off your feet in the most romantic city in the world.
You have dinner at a cozy bistro around the corner, Marcus making you bubble with laughter as you talk. He listens to you moan about the missing pieces of your research, your pressing need to track down a letter from one artist to another that was mentioned in an old diary but which hasn't yet surfaced. You're sure it's around the archives somewhere, just waiting for you to piece it together with the rest of your project. Marcus tells you that his case is almost wrapping up, and if you want he can arrange to catch the same flight home as you. You smile and tell him that would be nice.
You finish dinner and he asks if you want to go to the Louvre, and you check the time and say that they're almost closing. Marcus smiles at you and says, "Don't worry about it," and he looks a little mischievous. You tell him you're up for an adventure, and he takes your hand and ushers you into a taxi.
When you arrive he asks the desk staff for someone he knows, and you make a quick run to the restroom. When you return, Marcus has two laminated badges, special access for professionals and visiting staff that allows you to stay for a few hours past closing. You can't believe your luck, being allowed to spend extra time in one of the most special places in the world, not to mention that your escort is the most handsome and charismatic man you've ever met.
You start in the Denon wing and wander through the museum, talking and laughing quietly, enjoying the opportunity to see things that you would normally have to fight hordes of tourists to see. And maybe "enjoy" isn't the right word, because if someone asked you how you were feeling right now, you would say you were "on cloud nine" or "elated" or "floating." It feels like a dream, and you're not sure if you're going to remember all of it later, but you desperately want to, and you're trying so hard to file every sight away into your brain.
When you reach the Mona Lisa, an odd hush falls over you, and you realize it's the first time you've ever seen it without a crowd twenty deep in front of it. Marcus seems to know what you're feeling, because he takes your hand, almost shyly. And he keeps holding it, warming your fingers as the two of you walk on. You stop in front of Delacroix, "Liberty Leading the People," and you tell Marcus that it's the first painting you ever fell in love with, a million years ago in high school during your very first art history class. You look at the painting and he looks at you, and when you finally turn toward him he captures your mouth in a warm, urgent, soft kiss. You can feel your eyes sparkling at him when he pulls away, and you don't say a word, you just smile and hold his hand as you walk through doorways and up and down stairs.
You come around a corner and there it is, probably the most famous statue in the world: the Venus de Milo. She takes your breath away, and then Marcus does, too, stealing a kiss when you least expect it. And you're torn completely in half, unsure if you would rather keep kissing him or just stare at the curves and planes of her body. So you try to do both; you kiss him and keep one eye on the Venus and you start to feel dizzy, like you've overloaded on sugar, but it's just the impossible circumstances that you've found yourself in.
And you break apart from him, and take his hand again, leading him into a corner that's a little more private. You back yourself against a wall and pull him to you by his tie, and you kiss him the way he deserves, with your full attention and precision. Minutes pass slowly, and you only come up for air because you're afraid you're going to faint. Your thigh is blazing hot where Marcus's hand has raked up under your skirt, and the only reason you don't fuck him right there is because of a security camera keeping watch on the alcove.
You tell him that you both should finish your tour and go back to your hotel, and he agrees. You try to keep your mind on the art, and you tell Marcus about how awestruck you were as a student when you learned about the way that sculptors could depict every curve and dimple of a woman's body through the wet drapery technique; the sensuality of the human form made only slightly more modest when viewed through a veil of fabric; the sheer awesome impossibility of marble carved to look like gauze.
You both get lost in the conversation, and you wander up a staircase and around a corner, and there it is: your absolute favorite piece of art, the piece that you have studied and memorized and dreamed about. And you've seen it before: you've been to the Louvre a handful of times, but this time there are no noisy footsteps echoing off the marble, no tourists trying to capture the glory of it with their tiny and unworthy cameras and phones when there are perfectly good books and postcards available in the gift shop... the Nike to end all Nikes, the Winged Victory of Samothrace. You are, quite simply, blown away.
And if it had been a normal weekend walking tour of the sacred Louvre, if you had been there with anyone else... you wouldn't have ended up wedged against the wall of the archway to her left, skirt hiked up as Marcus pounded into you, one of your bare legs hooked over his hip and your arms wrapped around his neck. If it had been any other day or any other time, you would have stopped him before he unzipped his fly and pulled his erection out; you would have had some remaining shred of propriety, of decency. But it wasn't a normal day and he wasn't a normal man, and you really weren't yourself.
You had gotten carried away by the late hour and the thrill of being allowed to wander the empty museum, and if you were being honest, you really wouldn't have wanted to stop it. You wanted to give in to the romance of the city and the priceless treasures on display and the heady conversations with Marcus. You wanted to be exactly where you were, with exactly who he was, doing exactly what you were doing and feeling exactly how you felt as he thrust into you and grunted your name like a chant while you traced the lines of the Nike with your lust-blown eyes.
You didn't make it to the Richlieu wing until a year later, on a sunny Saturday morning with your new husband Marcus.
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SHEA BUTTER BABY | S. James
Requested by: @theshyprincess “Can I get a spencer James getting married and smut biracial if I’m not bothering you I really like your writing”
A/N: decided to do this in hc form, hope that’s cool? And it’s been my thing lately anyways lol. Hope you like this one! I also hope I channeled Spencer well 🙃
WARNINGS: light smut + some curse words ofc!
We all know Spencer takes the world on his shoulders; when his finds you, you become his world
You meet freshman year in university, specifically on the football field and decided to invite him to a sorority party because what’s the best way to start off your freshman year? A little party never hurt nobody
Except it did, things got rowdy resulting with a huge ass knot on your forehead and losing consciousness for a few minutes
You expected Spencer to dip like any other asshole dude would have but you were shocked that he actually came to your aid and walked you back to your dorm even tho you had a “big ass egg” growing from your forehead
You could laugh about it a little then, but more so now
He actually asked for your number before you departed, even tho you thought you majorly screwed whatever this was up but he wanted to see you again and you were more than happy to oblige
It was instant friendship with a touch of flirtations but you knew that he recently got out of some heartbreak from his senior year of high school and you had no choice but to respect that he wasn’t looking for a relationship right now
Day by day you became the best of friends spending majority of your time together while also getting to know each other’s outside friends and family, you became each other’s family
It was end of sophomore year where Spencer decided he wanted to give it a go but it was your turn to be leery since you watched him go through some girls but he never flaunted that in front of you, yet you always knew
You didn’t want to be his last option
“You could never be that, y/n. You’re so much more than what you think I think of you.”
Words of affirmation is definitely Spencer’s love language and he had no problem saying how he felt about you
He openly admitted that he was confused at first, trying to fight with his inner self on taking your friendship into the love zone. He’s always gone the friendship route first before it turned into romance—well maybe not with Kia but his past two relationships he did
He was not only confused but nervous and you made him work a little bit to get a date from you but you didn’t hold out for too long since you felt Spencer was your person
You took things slow but you still felt like friends except now you held onto each other a little longer and touches seem to burn now but you liked it, really liked it
Senior year is when he proposes, he’s actually the second out of his group of friends back home to get engaged...JJ was the first and actually went through with the marriage after one drunken night in vegas with some girl who was studying physical therapy
Sure it’s only been two years but like your grandmother always says, “when you feel a pull in your heart whenever they’re not around, they’re the one baby.” And your grandparents got married only after knowing each other for four months. Every love is different
You were a sappy mess and Spencer found it humorous while slipping the ring on and embracing you, “we not doing that. Save it until the wedding, huh?”
And he gets a few nice whacks to the chest but he can take it ofc as he’s kissing you so gently
It’s a private moment and you wouldn’t have it any other way
A year and a few months after you graduate, Spencer gets drafted into the NFL and you’re still searching for a job you majored in
You’re both living apart with you going back to your hometown in Arizona and Spencer in Cali. Things aren’t easy but you’ve been planning your wedding and it feels like Spencer is just saying he’s okay with everything which is frustrating. You don’t want to do this alone and you need to find a place to live together, you didn’t want to live with Spencer’s mom and brother as much as you loved them. You were both adults and needed to take the wheel
Yet it always felt like Spencer was busy planning on putting further distance between you since he was secure in his career and you just felt stuck
That caused a riff between you two but Spencer didn’t like that silent treatment bs. You were gonna talk to him one way or another
Once you get through it, which you definitely do!! it’s pure heaven and you couldn’t be happier
You get married at a banquet hall
You both have a lot friends and family that’ve invited
Your best friends + sibs are your best men, bridesmaids, maid of honor
Spencer leaves a chair open for his dad up front with his mom and brother 🥲
Initially you were going to have your guests pick whatever seat they wanted and just have your immediate family have the front areas but you knew that would probably end up hectic with the strong personalities you had within your friend and family group so you kept it traditional. Your family/friends on one side and spence’s family/friends on the other
Memorable wedding, you were gorgeous and he was so handsome. You loved when Spencer got dressed up, it did something to you and you couldn’t wait for your honeymoon
It wouldn’t be anything over the top like The Bakers tried to gift you with, you just wanted something simple but nice with the man you loved
You were going to Palm Springs the next morning!!! Spending the night in the hotel
You were going to hold out even longer until the night you reached your honeymoon destination 😌
Spencer wanted the both of you to write your own vows and you sure didn’t know how you would compete with this guy. Spencer James always had a way with words!!!
He ofc had you a sobbing mess again but you knew it was never about out-showing the other
when you seal your marriage with a kiss, his hands rest securely on your hips with your hand cradling his jaw and you’re all smiles as the hall fills with cheers
“I love you, Mrs. James.” He’s got that smirk of a smile on his lips and love in his eyes
“As do I, Mr. James.” And you can’t wipe the smile from your own lips even if you tried
One thing you both know how to do is party so the reception goes on for awhile, until about 3 am even tho you both have to be on the road by 10 or a little later since check in isn’t until early afternoon
You’re both so giddy you can hardly sleep but you eventually do, you in your dress + Spencer in his dress shirt but he’s lost the tie and loosened his pants
Since Palm Springs is a 2 hr drive you’re reminiscing on how you basically taught Spencer how to drive and look at how far he’s come now with the rental you’re both using for 4 days and 3 nights
“so it’s my fault you don’t know how to instruct?” Which leads to harmless bickering over spencer’s road trip playlist
it’s been agreed that you each had an hour to play your playlists then for the left over minutes you’d listen to the radio once you got to your destination
your airbnb is REAL colorful and modern, not exactly your tastes but nonetheless it was your getaway from home. You were used to the desert while spencer? Not so much
“the hell was that?” Spencer is dodging and weaving especially if they fly
“looks like fire ants.” keep your distance.” “Why do you know what that is?” “I get stuck watching discovery channel with my dad when I can’t sleep and he’s always up. I saw one episode about them and we don’t want to mess with those bastards.”
you don’t do much with the rest of your day there, just enjoying each other’s company in the air bnb
You decide to shower while Spencer is ordering y’all your dinner from grubhub and deciding what you’re going to watch on firestick that you bought with you
you tend to take long showers so you’re just about done rubbing shea butter into your skin when Spencer announces that the food is here through the door
when you step out you’re on a mission with your silk robe, bustier, and garter
although you kept your own values of saving yourself until marriage—while Spencer was way more experienced you didn’t feel as nervous to get intimate with the man of your dreams
but that changed the moment his set his eyes on you
“what’s this?” He smirks, popping a fry into his mouth
You’re playing coy as your skin shines, leaning over to steal one of his fries. “My pajamas.”
He’s amused but definitely turned on, “oh aight, so that’s just the norm for you now?”
“I could change.” You pointed back to the where the bathroom sat
“I ain’t say all that, Mrs. James.” Spencer blinks then lifts his head upwards, “c’mere.”
And you move to sit on his lap with excitement even tho you think you hide it pretty well. You’ve always pictured how this would be and you knew from stories from your cousins and friends that half of them didn’t have the most romantic experience...
You didn’t need the rose petals and candles but you knew Spencer was a romantic at heart, plus you had plenty of time to see what was up his sleeve and knew this wouldn’t be the only time as of tonight. You were hoping!!!
“Are we starting dinner?” You ask, wrapping an arm across his shoulders but his eyes are set only on you
“I’m hungry for somethin’ else right now,” his nose presses against your beating throat, “and it just walked in here, looking good enough for this appetite.”
Now he’s kissing on your neck and when he gets to that sweet spot behind your ear he’s got the confirmation he needs but he needs to hear you say it. And he asks with his eyes which you reply with a dip of your head
Now he’s got his hands underneath your thighs, locking your legs around his waist for you and he’s off to your temporary bedroom
He’s always so gentle with you, even when he’s laying you down on this bed
“I promise the next time we do this, I’ll make the place look special for you.” He says into your neck and your nod as you feel the weight of him against you
You’re gasping for breath before he’s been fully touched you yet, “we still have the tub and a couple of days.”
He breathes out a laugh, “that we do. That we do.” Before your lips are brought back together
You know you are loved with the way Spencer touches you and speaks to you even in your most intimate moment
He builds you up before he gives himself all to you. It’s something you heard about, SEEN and knew it was crucial but you didn’t want to put too much logic in this moment. You don’t think you can even think straignt with the way you’re on fire for Spencer rn
And he’s know that but he needs you to be patient, he knows how to take his time. And he should know what he’s doing...he does
He’s seeing what your body likes, he’s watching his face even when you begin to whine for him
He knows when you’re truly ready even when you’re begging
He gives you your first climax with his mouth and you know you need more because you knew how much you loved his lips but you loved them even more now
“even better than I imagined,” he says with a lick of his lips from below before pressing a kiss on your abdomen and you’re still seeing stars
“you okay up there?” He asks. He’s always seeking reassurance from you. That’s too important to him, you’re too important to him
You have to say it as your vision slowly starts to splat back to normal, “I need you i-in— but there’s heat pooling in your cheeks. You’re a bit shy now as you’re getting in your head wondering how you must have sounded or looked in that moment of your first climax but it didn’t seem as if Spencer was disappointed. He seemed just as happy to please
He knows what you need. He worked with your body up to this moment
So he’s kissing up your body, slow and soft. He looks into your eyes before he glances over to grab his wallet from the night stand to grab protection
you didn’t think this far ahead but part of you wanted to know if there was a difference without, ofc you knew the risks without and you had forever to try so you made no comment about the choice to use protection
You wanted to do the honors, and so you did
You were surely in awe to be this close and personal with something you get to have for a lifetime
“Careful, something might fly in there.”
You can’t help but you roll your eyes and snort as Spencer places a kiss to your cheek before he reaches up to lock your hands together and up over your head, your wedding bands contrasting against the bright orange walls and your shea butter skin
“I’m ready.” You whisper, your eyes shifting from Spencer’s deep brown eyes to where your bodies would connect
Spencer hums as he keeps his eyes on yours before lining up, he has to free one of his hands to guide
and your mouth falls open with a slight arch in your back
He doesn’t move right away, he needs to be sure
when you lock both legs around his hips, tugging him closer than close to you, fully allowing him in your space, you then squeeze your hands tighter together, never wanting to let go
Spencer James was all you ever needed and you were more than thrilled to continue this journey of life with him
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Lucas can’t really go without affection. He needs a smooch at least before he leaves the house or when he says goodbye on dates. He wants to be reminded that their S/O loves him and that he loves them. It’s as easy as this.
B = Before (What were they like when they had a crush?) Dude would try to impress. With bad jokes. With flexing his guns. He would always ask his crush if they want to come with him and the guys to do whatever. And if they agree he wouldn’t really be able to hide his excitement. It would light a spark of pure joy in his eyes. It would be very obvious really.
C = Confession (What was their confession like?) Regardless of his looks and height Lucas still is a very childish man and he’s not that old either. I would honestly go that far and say that during his life he wasn’t the one confessing often. He usually got confessed to. So when it is actually his turn he would probably get all shy around his crush and he maybe asked Kun for advice as well on how to tell them and what to say since he is not the very best with words.
D = Date (What was the first official date they went on?) I am guessing something cheesy. Lucas may or may not be a romantic person but being all nervous about fulfilling expectations and doing a solid job he would take their S/O out to go an amusement park. He is a child really and his sometimes subtle playfulness is probably what attracts his S/O to him as well.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Please don’t come for me on this one but I recon he would choose a text. As I mentioned in section C = Confession I imagine him being this popular kid in school everyone had a crush on at least once a week. (We’ve all seen the pics he’s adorable.) That being said he maybe got too used to dumping people interested in him. I won’t say it is the same with his S/O as it was with high school sweethearts but he might just fall back into old patterns due to convenience. Breaking up would still hurt him and still be difficult.
F = Fights (What would fights look like? What are things that upset them?) Honestly: Fights with Lucas would be a pain mainly because he doesn’t see where he’s wrong or what the issue exactly is. He is a very loyal person once fully committed but maybe not the most understanding one.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) His emotional way is very gentle. His physical way in terms of hugs and holding hands is too. Simple mind - Simple showings off affection other things we don’t discuss here it is SWF, please
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Just like Johnny his arms are insanely long and wrapping them tightly around his S/O is just way to nice to not do it constantly.
I = Intimacy (What is their favorite form of intimacy? Do they have problems with it?) He knows why he’s in SM. He got casted off the streets for his looks. He also really radiates the vibes of only being there for the fun and the people only. Lucas is very confident in the way he looks and he is aware of how many thousand people find him insanely attractive. I am pretty sure there are close to no problems when it comes to intimacy but that is something very personal because we know that everyone has at least one issue with themselves which we sometimes could never tell.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He gets jealous. Not much but he does in general. I am not sure how exactly that would display or how he would show it but overall: Yes he does.
K = Kisses (Are they a good kisser? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) I hope he is. Okay no honestly, hear me out lmao. Lucas ... is either very excellent at kissing or he isn’t. I just look at him and I really hope he is because that would be so grate and elevate him one step closer to being the complete package. He meets the height requirements. He has the hands to hold his S/O. He surely has the lips as well. Which is also where they like to kiss/be kissed the most.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Lucas is the perfect personality type for getting along well with kids. He is goofy enough to play around with them and fun and fool but he is also calm enough to not out-child them and keep an eye on them. He is guiding their playfulness in a way only a few people can.
M = Messages (How often do they text his S/O?) He texts them A LOT when he’s bored. During practice or some random meeting he would get distracted by his phone and text them about how bored he is. Also he would often take pictures or snaps of stupid little things he wants to show them but they’re not around. Speaking of SnapChat: Filters.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Nights out in clubs are hot and fun. Nights out in bars (if they are dates) are hot. Nights out in movie theatre would be so much fun. He would totally get this slushies that turn your tongue in different Colors but would also hold his S/O during scary parts of the movie even though he’s scared himself. Acting all tough
O = Opinion (Would they ask for their S/O’s opinion a lot? How important is it in terms of decisions?) He would ask for their opinion but mainly because he thinks he has to or that they would want to be ask. If it’s about his personal matters. When it comes to mutual decisions it’s different because well of course he asks for his S/O opinion. What they say matters to him and he wants both of them to be comfortable. So when they say that sofa is ugly - it’s ugly.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Getting on his nerves is quite hard I assume. He probably would be the one getting on his S/O’s nerves (most of the time by accident tho.) If it’s something about them that actually bothers him he will be patient and ask them to maybe change that behaviour for a long time before actually admitting how much it is bothering him and eventually raising his voice.
Q = Quizzes (How does a bar trivia night teamed up with them look like?) A complete mess. Lucas once admitted he is not the smartest one and I adore people who are aware of that and own it in their own way. He would still try his best to not let his S/O and maybe other teammates down. BUT he is still an important part of the team: The one who chugs everything for the sake of the cause. IDK I just see him being able to drink a lot. He radiates this frat boy energy help
R = Remember (How much do they remember about their S/O or their relaitonship in general?) Lucas does his best but he is forgetting a lot. He writes it down in his phone. For example there could be a list for his S/O's family member’s birthdays and all their important anniversaries. He may still forget them tho. When it comes to memory Lucas knows it’s not his forté but he is trying hard.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) He is maybe one of the most protective boyfriends you will find in whole NCT. He shields his S/O from wind or rain, he corners them in crowded subways. He flags and gets in cabs first. He will shove between his S/O and other guys dancing at clubs casually so they don’t notice. He will tell people to fo k off if they are obviously bothering his S/O. He does it all.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) He might be sloppy with everyday chores but he will rather often take his S/O on spontaneous coffee dates or bring home take out aka steal something from the dorm Kun cooked.
U = Unique (What makes them unique as a S/O?) What makes Lucas unique as a S/O is definitely his awareness of his ... stupidity? Now I can see people coming for me for saying this but he once said he is not very smart and he is probably correct about that. His abilities lay more in the practical and emotional/empathic area. So what makes him special is is ability to pull his S/O’s guard down. If they come home from work super stressed he will put their mind at ease by simply talking to them about not so heavy or challenging topic. He will be their save heaven. A place where they don’t need to pretend or to impress. Lucas loves his S/O 190% for their character or quirks and maybe even for their intellect as well but he doesn’t compete with it and is real about himself.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) SO. MUHC. He has sloppy days tho but they will mostly never catch him with greasy hair or anything. And also he is in shape and plans to stay that way.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their S/O?) He would. If he is not with them for a long time he can feel how he is losing his inner center or balance. Lucas would be fine on his own but honestly exactly just fine.
X = X-Ray (How transparent are they?) Lucas is an open book. He can’t hide anything and he is so easy to fool on like April 1st or some prank they want to play on him. If he’s feeling down they’ll see it. If he’s happy they’ll know it. if he truly loves them it will be on the local news.
Y = Yuck (Everyone has flaws. What is theirs?) Bruh okay. Well. He leaves his underwear everywhere. Or his socks. and he leaves the toilet seat up.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Being asleep he grabs everything and pulls it in close. There is no escape. And I feel like he will wander towards the mid of the bed so if their S/O is avoiding being hold custody they will have no where to go but the sofa or wake him up.
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All Too Well||Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader/Sirius' Daughter

Summary: The Second Wizard War was over more than a month ago and everybody had scars that might never be fully healed. This is not a new concept for you, you lost everything you once had.
Warnings: The whole thing is really angst
Word Count: 2,2k
A/N: I absolutely loved to write this fic, it is my first request so I'm a bit nervous haha. I hope you all enjoy!
I was used to the pain, both physical and emotional. After a week of Tonks and Lupin's funeral, everything was empty and the pain was numb, I had no hope that this would end anytime soon.
Largo Grimmauld's house had stayed for me, but after everything that happened, I couldn't even think of putting my feet there. To be fair, anywhere I could possibly go would have memories that are too painful to bear, so I rented a room in the Leaky Cauldron until I had an idea of what to do with my life. I just didn't imagine it would take so long for that to happen.
Almost a month after the War was over, I had the willpower to go to the bank, as I was the last Black alive, everything that was in the coffers of those horrible people was now mine and they needed my consent to make the transfer.
To be honest I wish I had set fire to everything but unfortunately I needed money, my savings were almost over but I swore, even as a new millionaire, that I would not use anything more than necessary and that as soon as I had a job, I would return every penny, the minimum to make my father proud.
The next step took a few more days, visiting the abandoned house at Largo Grimmauld. For a few seconds I waited to see Kreacher there, which is really ironic, his bad mood would be the most comforting thing for me at the moment.
The pictures continued to scream, the mess was still in place, nothing new. There was no way I could live there at all, the few months I spent there were only possible because my father was there, Harry was there and obviously Mrs. Weasley's food helped a lot.
I haven't seen her since the Battle of Hogwarts, I knew that no Weasley would be against my visit, after all we were allies and even friends but I couldn't make it. They are dealing with their own losses and I know that He is there too.
He, it’s been a long time since I didn’t think about him or at least I wanted to fool myself thinking so. In the past year nothing has been able to take the eminent worry out of my heart, not for me but for him.
As I looked around the dusty room, I realized the stupid idea I had, here was the climax of my relationship with Harry.
- They would be very proud, you know - I said quietly looking at the brunette in the corner of my eye, he was looking at that picture again - not only because you are fighting as you can but because you are still you, you are still Harry, only Harry.
We were silent for a few seconds until I could see his green eyes staring at me in the pitch of the cold night, with only one lamp on and then he smiled, for how long I didn’t see his eyes shine so brightly?
- I guess only you think so but that's okay, I like just being Harry with you - he took one of my hands and we stayed like that, in silence, a moment of peace and quiet.
I felt an overwhelming urge to cry but I didn't allow myself to. Not after all this time that I was fixing the broken pieces of me. I took a deep breath and looked around, even though I knew there would be no one there, I went upstairs to my room.
Big mistake again, I already knew what would be waiting for me up there.
- Harry, what are you doing here ?? My dad will kill you if he finds out you are in my room! - I was in shock with the little love he had for his own life, since Sirius' room was right next to mine.
- And who said he needs to find out? In fact, we are not doing anything inappropriate, I just… - he didn't want to admit it, but it was always obvious, the dark circles under his eyes gave away his sleepless nights.
The only thing I did was make room on the bed, which was enough to make him smile and lie down with me. We didn't sleep, we just kept talking until the tiredness won us over but even without sleep, I felt that I was helping in some way.
I walked calmly through the room, it was the same way I had left it, the bed untied and the light blue paint already peeling, I opened the closet and started to take some clothes off the hangers.
I was sure that I would return there, that everything would work out, that I could somehow form a home at some point and how wrong I was...
The third step towards my full recovery was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make. Admitting that there was no more space for me in London, that I was alone and I could do nothing about it, that I needed to leave everything behind and start over once and for all.
In the meantime, I often visited that house. I was not ready to let go, even the things I hated the most there, which is basically everything.
The last step was to say goodbye, so I visited Tonks and Lupin’s grave, I also visited Andromeda for the first time and finally met Teddy Lupin. He was adorable as I had imagined, with his mother's colored hair.
I said that I needed to be away for a while and she replied the only thing I didn't expect to hear.
- I understand dear, but know that you can always have a home here with us - her voice gave me a comfort that I didn't know I needed until then.
- I will remember it fondly and I will really come back, I want to be in the life of this little one here, if you let me - and then, her response came with a motherly hug, I couldn't contain myself anymore.
I couldn't take the weight of the pain alone and she didn't say one word until I calmed down. If I wasn’t as broken as I knew I was, I wouldn't have left her house anytime soon.
Apparating in front of the Burrow wasn't the most difficult part, even though I didn't completely master the apparition. I changed my mind at least 10 times before I reached the door and another 5 times before I knocked.
The sky was completely black, but the storm clouds covered the view of the moon and stars, no sound from inside the house was made and so I tried again and waited patiently.
- Y/N… my dear, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Come in, you must be cold - the red-haired woman was wearing a purple robe and the only change I noticed was her tired eyes and lacking the natural glow inside them.
- I'm sorry for suddenly appearing here Molly, I wanted to say goodbye - I spoke as soon as I entered the room, almost as cold as outside.
- Are you moving dear? You should have warned me before, I could have made you a farewell party - she guided me to the kitchen and I was sure I wouldn't leave without a cup of tea.
I tried to stay as calm as possible, but I couldn't convince my heart to do the same. The sofa, the dining table and even the stairs...
- RONALD WEASLEY COME HERE NOW - the irritated voice of the matriarch echoed across the walls of the house, giving goosebumps to those who were unused, that is, Harry and me.
- It's always like that? - I asked slightly intimidated to the boy with glasses next to me.
- You haven't seen anything yet - said Ron as he passed us on the stairs and went down to face his mother's anger over some mess he had made.
We were 12 years old and I couldn't say that we were close friends, who would be friends with the daughter of a murderous traitor? Why did they invite me? I didn't even remember.
- And where do you want to go? I've heard of several good places to live in the countryside - the smell of tea brought me to reality and then I noticed his gaze under me.
- Well, I'm going to spend some time in the United States - I replied with the confidence that still remained in my body, if it had been in another situation I would have found the expression of surprise on her face really amusing.
We stayed for a few seconds in silence drinking tea until she answered me a little more calmly.
- If you're sure, I can only tell you to take care and keep in touch. I understand that this adaptation period has not been easy for any of us. If that's what you need to heal yourself ... - her face fell a bit and I noticed right away.
- Do you want to hear about the place where I'm staying? - I asked with a small smile and little by little she got excited again.
As I did not want to bother her beyond the point I already was, after the tea we said goodbye with a hug still in the kitchen, when we arrived in the living room we hugged again and I had the same feeling as when I hugged Andromeda earlier. I never had a mother and after so long, it seems that I got two maternal figures who really cared about me.
- Don't forget to send me a lot of pictures, okay? - before I could answer, we both turned around as soon as we heard a noise on the stairs.
There was no one there and even if there was, it would be difficult to distinguish a silhouette in the middle of the darkness formed in that area, but for a few seconds I managed to see an unowned foot before it disappeared.
- I really need to go Molly, can you tell the others that I'll be in touch soon, please? - she confirmed with a smile and I left without giving a second look at that staircase.
Why was he spying and listening to the conversation? My life has been around the actions of Harry Potter for a long time, but it has been years since the direct contact was over, until now. Why now? Why do I have to remember him again? Why do I have to walk around being a shadow of what I once was?
- Can you sit down and talk to me? - His voice sounded irritated for no plausible reason.
- Oh sure, do you want me to sit and listen to all the reasons why you don’t love me anymore? Do you want to put more salt on the wound or what? - my usual sarcasm was multiplied by 1000, even though I knew that Harry hated that.
I didn't wait for an answer and immediately left his empty dormitory towards the Gryffindor common room, which by luck or a lot of planning on his part, was also empty.
- You know that I have strong feelings for you, but not as befor- can you grow a little at least once? - his steps came behind me and I felt his gaze piercing my back, until I couldn't take it anymore and I turned to look at him.
- You already made your point clear yesterday Harry, if you want to break up alright, but I will not be silent hearing about how you fell in love with another girl- and for the first time he did not answer me back - Yeah, do you really think that I wouldn't notice? I was the first to see it, believe it or not. My mistake was to close my eyes and pretend that everything was fine between us.
He found no words to answer me and I was too tired to hear anything else.
- I will return your things and you can feel free to do whatever you want to, our conversation is over.
Some women passed behind me in the bathroom, I knew what was going on in their heads, "what's wrong with her?" or "why is she crying?" but I didn't mind and kept looking straight into that foggy airport mirror.
As soon as the door slammed and I knew I was alone for a few minutes, I closed my eyes and then made a promise to myself.
- I'll be back and I won't even remember why I had to forget you in the first place.
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#showyourprocess
From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!
To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.
RULES — When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours!
Thank you to @zelkams-art for tagging me and for explaining the process for this incredible piece that’s still one of my absolute favourites <3 i was tagged to show my process for nightfishing, so here we go!
Planning
so, when i do a poem+art thing like this i usually write the text myself and i tend to think about the art before i think about the words; since for this i used an existing poem by Gjertrud Schnackenberg, i ended up trying to match the art to the words.
the (mostly) unspoken about 13/16 years between wwx’s death and rebirth are one of my favourite parts of the story, me being a sucker for grief and longing and emotional pain and all that, so when i read this poem that’s what my brain jumped to immediately; the blank white space of the days between lwj’s punishment and him going out to find a-yuan, when nothing felt real except for his suffering.
Sketching
the sketching part of this was surprisingly fast and flowed really easily; I had most of the vignettes clear in my mind before I started sketching, so I didn’t really change much from this step to the final piece. i knew I wanted to focus on the mundanity of grief depicted in the poem, so I chose simple imagery like rice and blankets and the view from the window to convey the passage of time.


(if you’re ever feeling insecure about your art skills, just look at the mess my sketches are before I start inking to feel better about yourself. Also, say hi to that “and again” I copied to the file from my lwj hands piece to figure out the font size and accidentally left in there until right before posting).
Lineart and coloring
After this extremely messy step I start working on the line; I usually do a pass in a color different from black to try to give the proper weight and shape to the objects depicted and then go over that with a darker color for a definitive lineart, but since this piece was pretty simple I mostly went in directly with the black. I also got some references for the rice bowl and the hands (taking the pictures myself) and for the windows of the jingshi (from the show). Also, I already had the red ribbon as the only colored object in the sketch, but I decided to add the red of lwj’s wounds in the top panel as well to both convey how recent his punisment was and to bookmark the beginning and ending of the piece with two different kinds of red (and two different kinds of pain, one physical and one emotional).

sketch vs reference pic of my own hands - there was no way I was figuring out that ribbon on my own.
Posting
I had originally drawn this on a continuous, very long file, but i was honestly worried about how that would look on Tumblr, so I decided to split it into two different images. Here’s the original for posterity (and with some minor layout differences):

If you read until this point, hi! I love you sorry for the rambling <3
Tags!
since i’m doing another one of these i’ll be tagging a couple of people here and a couple there, so:
@lanzhanshands for this edit of a-yuan as a yiling laozu disciple which is a.incredible b.all i’ve ever wanted
@yibobibo for this set of beautifully colored gifs that i’m just marveling at because gifmakers are literally wizards to me
#showyourprocess#my art#im incredibly excited to have been tagged in one of these I love talking about my process and seeing everyone else’s!!!#going to make the other one soon
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Sunflowers
Summary: You and Steve bring Sarah to meet her grandparents.
Warnings: Mentions of death (not gruesome) it’s more of visiting a gravesite.
If any any of the warnings bother you, please do not proceed.
A/n: A recent event inspired me to write this. Also, I’m sorry that all I write is Dad!Steve lately, I swear I’ll write a different story with Steve soon haha. And yes, I didn’t do the taglist on this one purposely.
Out the window of your apartment, you could see the orange glow of the sky, slowly becoming brighter as the sun rose in the distance. At the moment, your body was laid sideways on the couch, as you leaned up against Steve, the two of you catching the early morning news. Steve’s free hand tenderly smoothed your messy hair, coming to rest on your shoulder. The silence was enjoyable, as you both awaited the morning arrival of precious Sarah, who would come bounding down the hall any minute now.
“Hey honey, do you have any plans today?”
You twisted your head to look up at Steve, who smiled down at you, pressing a kiss on your forehead, continuing to rub his hand up and down your shoulder.
“No, what’s up?”
“Last night, Sarah and I looked through my family album. She saw pictures of mom and dad, asked about them too.”
Steve unwrapped his arm from your shoulder and reached forward to grab the family album that was resting on the coffee table. He continued to talk as you happily looked through the pictures of young Steve and his family.
“I was thinking that it’s time for Sarah to meet them.”
A hopeful smile was on his face and you readily agreed, continuing to flip through the pages of the ragged book.
“That sounds lovely, Stevie.”
Sarah had only one set of grandparents, your own parents, who came to occasionally visit when they could find the time. When they do come visit, Sarah absolutely loses her mind and begs you or Steve to help her with whatever craft she’s making for them. It warms your heart to see her interact with them, and as of now, she’d see them at the next upcoming holiday.
Of course, being only three at the time, it was hard to explain that her dad was at least 100 years old, although he didn’t look it. Sarah was a very smart young girl, and when you and Steve explained the situation, she surprisingly took it very well, and with much maturity for her age.
Once that was out of the way, another obstacle presented itself. At preschool, Sarah had a “bring your grandparents day”, and when other kids showed up with two sets of grandparents, your little girl came crying into your side. Since your parents couldn’t make it, you and Steve instead showed up in their place, as many other parents had done. So that night, the three of you sat down, explaining that not everyone had two sets of grandparents, yet they were looking down on her with love. Sarah’s tears were dried and she came out with a large smile on her face, realizing her grandparents weren’t gone, they were just in a better place. The little girl was full of so much adoration, it made things much simpler.
About an hour passed, and you and Steve took a mini nap, having gotten up at 4:00. Ever since you both had taken some time off, your sleep schedule was all messed up, often meaning for early morning tv marathons, and late morning naps.
You awoke to the sound of a spoon clattering against a bowl, walking into the kitchen to find the sneaky little munchkin trying to pour cereal for all three of you. She had even taken the liberty to set the counter with bowls and spoons, while splashing the milk over the Cheerios residing the dish.
“Good Morning, Mommy, Daddy! I made bweakfast!”
Her mouth was full of cheerios, as a little milk dribbled from her chin. Walking up to the little girl, you planted a kiss on the crown of her head, wiping away the milk with the nearby napkin. Steve came up and did the same, taking a seat beside the two you, indulging in the cereal.
“Hey angel, you know how last night we looked at pictures of Nana and Poppy?”
Sarah leaned across the counter, trying to look past you and at Steve. With her father in sight, she nodded her head, curious as to what he’d say next.
“Well, Mommy and I thought you could make some flower arrangement and we could go bring it to them.”
The little girl sat back a bit, getting a view of you and Steve. Looking up from your cereal bowl, you added on to the conversation.
“When Papa and G.G come into town you always make them a gift, so how about we make one for Nana and Poppy?”
Sarah’s eyes lit up and she plopped back down to scarf her cereal, making you and Steve chuckle at her giddiness.
About an hour later, all three of you ended up at the nearby craft store, looking through the variety of faux flowers, trying to create the perfect arrangement.
Your daughter skipped up and down the aisles, searching to find the colors she thought would match, with you and Steve trailing not too far behind.
Currently, Sarah was looking over a section of sunflowers, calling over to Steve.
“Daddy, do you remember what Nana’s favorite flower was?”
Steve walked beside the girl, reaching over for a bundle of faux sunflowers, the yellow, bright, yet gorgeous. Everyone then picked out a flower to match, for the arrangement now had a loving piece from all of you. To compliment the sunflowers, you selected a few orange Asiatic lilies, while Steve chose red daisy poms. Along with your variety of autumn flowers, all three of you decided on some fall fillers, such as wheat, solidago, and assorted greens.
On the ride over to the cemetery, you sat in the back seat with Sarah, helping her assort the flowers to make an eye-catching arrangement. Upon arriving at the cemetery, Steve got out first, going to search for the grave marker of his two parents. Unfortunately, over the seventy years he was gone, the cemetery wasn’t well kept and neither was the site. A few moments later, Steve kneeled down to dust off the dirt, being met with the sight of his parents name, a smile growing on his lips.
“Hey, Mom, Dad. (y/n) and I got a little surprise for you.”
After the man finished his whisper, he motioned to the car, soon you and Sarah walking over. In one of Sarah’s hands, she tightly held the bouquet, careful to not let it go, while her other hand was encased by yours. When you made it to the grave, Sarah respectfully kneeled down, placing the bouquet of flowers in the now-emptied bronze vase. After putting in the flowers, Sarah sat on the balls of her heels watching sweetly as you and Steve picked the weeds from around the headstone. The little girl well understood her grandparents weren’t physically here, but she did know that this was the closet she would be to them. It did good on all of your hearts to come visit and change the flowers today.
Once you and Steve finished cleaning around, Steve held his hand out for Sarah, helping her off the ground. You and Steve had been so busy, that neither of you had been here in at least five years. It was terrible, and the guilt ate at the two of you. But now with Sarah, hopefully you’d be there more often.
“Remember that surprise I told you both about? Well this is her. Sarah, your granddaughter. We named her after you Ma.”
Steve’s head was hung, staring at the headstone as he talked. Sarah’s small hand was still in his, as you came around to hold the other one. Your husband turned his head to you, and getting on tippy toes, you placed a soft kiss near his ear. At this moment, Sarah took the time to speak up.
“Hi Nana and Poppy. I hope you like the flowers. Mommy and Daddy helped me.”
Her little voice made you and Steve turn your heads here . A loving gaze cast upon her as she talked to them.
“I know you aren’t here, but I hope you are having fun with the angels! Daddy says you are always with us, and I just want to let you know, that I love you this much.”
Her arms were stretched as wide as they could go. Getting down on her knees, Sarah softly kissed her hand, pressing it to the headstone, then popping back up with a content smile on her face.
Steve and Sarah paid their respects, you doing the same. After a good fifteen minutes, you all headed to the car. As Steve and Sarah were busy talking, you trailed behind just a bit, leaving behind a few words for your in-laws.
“Mr. & Mrs. Rogers, I just want to thank you for this lovely man. He’s all the man that you’d want him to be Mrs. Rogers. We both are so sorry that it’s been awhile, but I know you understand. Now with Sarah, I’m sure we’ll be here more often.”
You copied Sarah’s gesture, turning around to find Steve already looking out the car window, a grin on his face.
Sarah was already secured in the backseat, and just as Steve was about to drive off, the little girl spoke up, halting his actions. Clearly, for the few minutes they had been in the car, Sarah had been in deep thought as she was quiet and full of silence, not her signature trait.
“I wish Nana and Poppy were here, but I know they love us.”
The little girl lifted her head and smiled at you and Steve in the rearview mirror. You looked over to Steve, who was looking back at you with a proud smile, similar to the one on your own face. With his free hand, Steve put his hand back behind his seat to gently rub the little girl's leg in a soothing manner, making her giggle.
With Sarah’s help, you and Steve came more often to change the flowers, while Sarah would fill in her Nana and Poppy on everything that had happened. She loved talking to them, even if they couldn't talk back, yet she knew they were there.
#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers imagine#dad steve rogers#chris evans#chris evans x reader
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