#they’ll never kiss…….. AUGH

[chryzuree]

3, 6, and 9 🌸

3. Gush about your f/o's smile!

god, he looks so good that i’m going to THROW UP.

jokes aside, i think these are the Only times he smiles in ph…. can’t say that super definitively, but it’s defs close…. all his smiles are so pretty though… smth abt how his serious face translates to the most genuine smiles felt to the core of his being.. convincing him to smile must feel like the sun coming out after a week of rainstorms!!!!!!! GODDDDD!!!!

6. Gush about your f/o's laugh!

omg… it must be so elusive……. getting him to laugh would make gen feel like she’s floating on air for the next three weeks. oswald laughs and she’s ascended. she’s got wings now. so do, like, thousands of fairies. it’s so hard getting oswald to laugh and now gen’s one of the blessed few to see it.

9. Gush about the most recent date the two of you went on!

like all of their….. “dates” (in quotation marks bc they don’t truly date… they never confess their feelings for each other… oswald confesses via killing genevieve as his one profession of love… GOD, KRILLING MICE ELF.), it’s oswald taking a nap in gen’s garden while she works away at the weeds. she looks up to find no less than six birds sitting on oswald. disney princess bf..

[gumnut-logic]

Waking up was a fifty-fifty situation. Fifty percent of the time it sucked and this rise and shine definitely fell onto that side of the scale.

He was cramped. All of him was cramped. What the hell? A groan and he attempted to unfold his body.

“Oooh, Virg, don’t break yourself.”

Gordon.

What?

He pushed his eyes open and was immediately blinded by sunlight on white walls. Ugh. There was a reason why he had blackout curtains in his room on the Island. A blink and a scrunched-up face and, augh, pain shot up his neck and bounced around his brain. What the hell was he doing sleeping in a chair?

“That’s right. Hold that position.” Something electronic beeped. “Woo, that’s a good one. Definitely saving that for the archives.”

What?

His brain was its usual slow self upon waking. It took several solid attempts to recall where he was and how he had gotten there.

Scott.

His shirt on fire.

Hot chocolate.

His room.

A shower.

Sleep.

Tracy Two.

The hospital.

Gordon asleep.

Waiting.

And now.

The conclusion was obvious. He had fallen asleep, too.

In the chair.

Ow.

“You gonna hold that face much longer, bro? I’m expecting a wind change at any moment.”

“Shut up, Gordon.” Now that came out raspier than an un-greased chainsaw.

“Ho, and hello to you, too, dear brother.”

He forced his eyes open, blinking at the light in the room. Gordon had a grin on his face brighter than the sun. His tablet was also in his hand.

Virgil eyed him. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying some entertainment. Why?”

“What entertainment?”

“Did you know that that scar between your eyebrows has a following?”

“A what?”

Gordon’s grin was ready to split his face in half. “Oh, you were asleep just long enough for me to set up a social media account for Thunderscar Two the Triumphant. He already has over five thousand followers and has only been live for, oh, fifteen minutes.”

“What?”

Moving hurt like hell and Virgil groaned, but Gordon obliged by turning his tablet around to show a series of photos titled The Many Moods of Thunderscar Two. The photos consisted of various shots of Virgil’s eyebrows. There was even a short video of those eyebrows bouncing up and down...it was the most recent and the number of likes was still going up.

“Ooh, we just hit six thousand. Wow, I never knew you were that popular, Virg.” A laugh. “Hah, Vegetina wants to kiss your scar all better.” Gordon cackled. Maniacally. Like a villain from a B-grade movie.

“Gordon, what the hell?”

“Do that again.”

“What?”

That same electronic beep. “Niiice. They’ll love this one.” Gordon busied himself with his tablet. “Two does Dopey. Sleep is the enemy.” His brother was prodding his tablet. “Posted. Aaaah, they definitely love you, Virg.”

Virgil resisted the urge to rip the tablet from his brother’s hands. Exasperation or anger or not, the playing field was not level. He bit his lip instead. “You are not in a position to escape, Gordon. Are you sure you want to challenge me?”

“Challenge you? I should kick your ass.” And all the humour disappeared.

“What?” He appeared to be saying that a lot.

The tablet was dropped to the bed covers. “What have you been playing at, Virgil? I haven’t seen hide or hair of you since I’ve been here.”

Oh.

“Sorry. Busy.”

“Doesn’t cut it, Virg.” Gordon picked up the tablet again. Another electronic beep and his brother stabbed at the glass. “Scott’s the busiest of us all. Yet he’s been here nearly every day.”

The thought of the flight time his brother must be clocking up hurt somewhere deep in his gut.

“Sorry.”

“Virg, I don’t want you to say you’re sorry. I want to know what is wrong. This isn’t you.” He stabbed at the tablet again. “This, however, is bonafide Thunderscar. Look at that frown.” The tablet came up and yet another photo was gaining likes by the moment. Followers were clocking eight thousand and rising.

He ignored it. Couldn’t really do anything else. “Gordon, I don’t know. I am sorry.” He was still tired. “Just wanted to fix your ‘bird.”

“At the exclusion of everything else?”

Virgil shrugged. He hardly understood it himself. “Just wanted to help you.”

Gordon reached out with his good hand and grabbed at his fingers. Surprised, Virgil let him have them.

“You know you’ve thrown us all for a loop. You’re the steadfast one, Virg. The one everyone else leans on. You disappear and Scott falls on his face...and if you’ve seen his face lately it appears he’s been dragging it around on the ground. Now, John. Do you realise I had to yell at him the other day? That has always been your job, bro, but you haven’t been playing.” A bit lip and Virgil was confronted by a pair of unusually earnest russet brown eyes. “I’m going to be fine, Virg. I’ll be home soon, out of the reach of the local vampires, and I’ll need you to be you. Virgil the Rock, my big bro. Four can wait. I’m not going to need her for a while.”

And there it was, the heart of the matter. Something must have shown on his face, because Gordon yanked him closer to the bed. Virgil didn’t miss the wince that bounced across his brother’s face at the movement. Shit.

“Careful, Gords.” His hand landed on top of his brother’s, sandwiching it between his two.

“There you are.” It was quiet, whispered, and Gordon was still staring up at him. “That’s my big bro. The big softie who will be playing me the piano when I get home whether I like it or not.”

“You like it.” Virgil frowned at him.

Gordon smiled. “Yes, I do.”

-o-o-o-

His brother demanded he stay to keep him company and Virgil found himself holed up with a maniac with a camera and an obsession with his eyebrows. But they talked. Shared. Gordon fell asleep eventually and Virgil was left alone with the tablet, watching the followers count pass the one million mark. Twenty-five photos of his eyebrows, that scar in every single one.

He should be annoyed. He should be yelling. But instead he sat there listening to his brother’s soft breathing and stared at pictures of his own forehead.

Something had lifted.

His heart felt lighter.

He didn’t know what or why, but the how was sleeping beside him wrapped in bandages.

Gordon was a goofball. A loveable goofball. Seeing him hurt...

Virgil closed his eyes.

The door opened quietly and Scott peered into the room.

Placing the tablet on the bedside table, Virgil quietly walked over to his brother, nudging him gently back out and following him through. He closed the door silently behind him.

“Virg? You okay?”

Virgil didn’t answer him, not really sure what to say. Instead he grabbed his brother in a hug and buried his face on his shoulder.

Scott grunted as Virgil hit him with a little more enthusiasm than he had planned, but immediately wrapped his arms around him. “Hey.”

Virgil just held him tighter.

“He’s going to be okay.”

“I know.” Muffled.

“We’re going to be okay.”

“I know.”

Scott apparently ran out of words because for the next minute or so, neither of them said anything. Virgil just clung to his brother.

The foot traffic around them was ignored.

Eventually Virgil pulled away. He found he couldn’t look Scott in the eye. It wasn’t embarrassment, but it was.

“Virg?” Blue eyes seeking. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t know where to put his hands.

Pressure on his shoulder, he looked up and was caught by that blue. “You hungry?”

And suddenly he was. A single nod. “What about Gordon?”

“Grandma and Alan will be here in a moment. Kayo and Penny will be by later. He’ll have company. We can come back later.” The hand on his shoulder slipped around to a one-armed hug. “C’mon, let’s get some nutrition into that stubborn ass of yours before Grandma gets hold of you. One look and you’re locked up with home remedies for a week.”

He couldn’t help, but smile a little, and, with a prod, fell into step with his big brother.

-o-o-o-

“You know, if I had known they would be this popular, I would have started this site years ago. We could be millionaires.”

Virgil didn’t even bother to look up at his little brother. Head first in Four’s thruster assembly, he stuck out a hand. “We’re billionaires, Gords. Hand me that wrench, please.”

“This one?”

“I can’t see what you’re holding up.”

A chunk of metal landed in his hand. It felt about right. Folding his arm proved it to be right. Jamming it around the stubborn bolt, he gave it a shove.

“I know we are, Virg. Can’t really miss it. But this would be for something special.”

“You’re talking about a series of photos of my eyebrows.”

“They are very popular eyebrows. That scar has been nominated for president.”

“Considering most politicians, my scar would probably be just as effective.” An electronic beep. “If you start putting pictures of my butt online, the Gordon Tracy Hall of Embarrassment will go live immediately.”

“Hah, what have you got on me that could possibly outrank anything I have on you.”

Virgil didn’t say a thing. He simply straightened, yanked his phone out of his back pocket, searched a moment and, with a smirk, held it up for Gordon to see.

It was most satisfactory to see his brother’s eyes widen in shock. “You wouldn’t.”

“One picture of my butt and the world discovers this.”

“Okay, okay, I get the message.” An electronic beep. “And Thunderscar is triumphant!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “All monetary gain goes to charity.”

“Already set up. You are rehabilitating the Supreme Barrier Reef as we speak.”

He stared at his tablet absorbed brother. Perched in his hoverchair, the man was still pale, still wrapped in plaster and bandages. Virgil would have to see him back to his room shortly as his stamina just wasn’t there yet, but he had to admit, to have him home and safe and...here...

“Good to have you here, Gords.”

Gordon looked up at him and grinned. “Great to be here in the presence of Thunderscar the Magnificent.”

Another eyeroll. “I thought he was ‘The Triumphant’.”

“Only when I let him.”

“Oh, really.”

“Yes, really.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re always welcome.”

“Well, hand me that screwdriver so I can finish this off and send her for coating tomorrow.”

Gordon grabbed the tool and handed it to him. “Painting?”

“Yep, which pink would you prefer?”

“Virgil.”

“Yes?”

A pause. “Love you, bro.”

Virgil blinked and turned back to find his brother eyeing him.

A small smile. “Love you, too.” A shrug. “But she’s still gonna be pink.”

The sound of Gordon’s laughter meant more to him than he could express.

-o-o-o-

[aiwobonappetit]

happiest white day! :] 💌💖😻 

🐣: “Oh wow! I haven’t been on Nana-chan’s page in quite a bit!” 

📄: “Yeah, it’s been awhile. But you know why we’re here tonight, right?” 

🐣: “Mhm! It’s White Day, and we’re here to leave Nana-chan a special, love message just for them!” 

📄: “Bingo. So would you like to go first, Natsuki?” 

🐣: “Yes, yes! There’s so much going through my mind right now!” 

📄: “Well, the floor is yours. Take it away.” 

🐣: “Nana-chan, today is a day where I get to return the endless love you’ve given me. I try to do that everyday, but today is just a little more special than the rest. You work very hard to support me and have always been there when I needed you the most. You remember everything about me like my favorite snacks, what kind of pens I use, and even how I set up my plushies! You’re amazing with how much you pay attention to me.” 

🐣: “And I want to remind you that I do the same, my darling. From the moment you get going to when we’re snuggled together in bed, I love watching you take on life with that magic in your eye. Even when I tell you to rest, you never know when to quit. Your passion and power really takes my breath away sometimes, my love.” 

🐣: “Nana-chan, you continue to inspire me to become a greater version of myself. When I see the art you create, it inspires me and I feel myself being reborn through my music. When I hear your adorable laughter, it reminds me that being myself is what makes you smile the most. And when we touch, my heart always falls into your hands because of how much I want you to love me more. Everyday, even with the smallest glance, I fall in love with you all over again. You’re my angel, my super hero, my shining knight-- You’re my everything, Nana-chan. I love you. I love you so much, my dear. My heart is yours and yours alone, and it always will be. Happy White Day, my sweetheart.”

📄: “Oh wow...I wasn’t expecting you to really go into it.” 

🐣: “Ah, sorry! I didn’t take up too much time, did I?” 

📄: “Not at all. Don’t be sorry, Natsuki. After all, that is what today is for, right?”

🐣: “You make a good point, Sacchan! Now then--it’s your turn!”

📄: “You--  Augh, alright I’ll go.” 

📄: “...[sigh] I’ve been thinking about what I’d say here. There’s a lot of directions this could go in, but I’ll let my heart speak.” 

📄: “You work too hard, Nana. I’ll never get what drives you to bust your ass so much, but it’s as scary as it’s impressive. You do too much to make me feel on top of the world. Like Natsuki said, you really pay attention to everything. I...I always love it though. It makes me feel like all the nuances in my work have value to them. And more importantly, it makes me feel very appreciated for all my effort.” 

📄: “I know I can be....rough with my love, but you knock me out just as hard with yours. You do your best to match my mood and will fight God if it means I feel better on shitty days. It’s like having a little guard dog, heh. I think it’s cute. B-But anyways, even when I can’t clearly tell you how much I want to kiss you all over and throw you over my shoulder, I know you can tell that’s what I want by just reading my face. And that alone makes me treasure you so deeply.” 

📄: “You’re one in a million--No, even more than that. The way you come up with your incredible stories, the way you can immediately come up with a million ways to tell me I look sexy, and God, the way you look gorgeous when your hair flows in the wind...All of that shit is only something you can do, babe. You are the only one who drives me wild by doing nothing. And I love it. I love you, Nana. I’ll love you now, and I’ll love you tomorrow and then every day after that. And I’ll always cherish the way you love me, you sexy...omelet.” 

🐣: “Aww, did you try to use something Nana-chan would say at the end there?” 

📄: “Y...Yeah. Never again, though.” 

🐣: “It was cute! I think they’ll love it!” 

📄: “I sure hope so.” 

🐣: “Well, I’m afraid we have to go now! I don’t want to keep my honey waiting!” 

📄: “Mhm. Nana, if you’re reading this in the future, remember to take it easy once in awhile.” 

🐣: “And that we love you so, so, soooo much!” 

🐣📄: “This is Nana’s husbands, Natsuki & Satsuki Shinomiya signing off!”

[lady-of-the-lotus]

The Undershirt

The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty - Suitang - 2k - G - first kiss fluff - AO3!

..............

“Hand it over,” orders Sui Zhou.

Tang Fan pouts, a pout somewhere in between his “I’m hungry, feed me” face and “Dinner was an hour late, I almost died” face.

“I ran out of clean ones,” he says when Sui Zhou holds out his hand, “and I had to pack in a hurry—”

“I had only three rules. Rule one: Don’t mess up my house again—”

“Alright, alright,” Tang Fan says before Sui Zhou can lecture him. Leave it to Sui Zhou to take an inventory of his clothes as soon as he got home, all because Tang Fan had left his things just the tiniest bit mussed! “Take your stupid undershirt back; it’s too big on me anyway.”

Sui Zhou turns back to his cooking as Tang Fan slips halfway out of his robe, making a face as he removes the undershirt. Missing Sui Zhou, Tang Fan had pilfered the distinctive draped-neck garment from his things after he’d left on his ill-fated “business trip.” “Happy now, Sui-baihu?”

Sui Zhou glances up briefly from the soup, eyes flickering over Tang Fan. Sui Zhou’s handsome features are soft in the warm yellow candlelight and the orange glow of the stove. “Better.”

Tang Fan stands there with his robes draped around his waist, chest exposed, shyly holding the undershirt in front of him, watching Sui Zhou’s strong, sure hands as they slice vegetables and meat and then, once dinner is cooking, assemble the dessert, grinding the sesame seeds and working the delicate mixture.

A swell of fondness fills Tang Fan’s chest as Sui Zhou puts the finishing touches on the little sesame cakes, decorating each with a pink circle of honeyed flower petals.

"Aren't you going to put the undershirt back on?” Tang Fan asks as Sui Zhou puts the last petal in place. Most of the shyness has worn off as Sui Zhou tells him about how he developed the recipe, his deep voice low and soothing as it fills the cozy little kitchen.

"Later." Sui Zhou glances up, eyes flickering once again over Tang Fan's bare chest before returning to his work. Perhaps it's the warm glow of the candle, but Tang Fan imagines there's a hint of color in Sui Zhou's cheeks.

Too late it occurs to him that he should have at least put his robes back up over his arms and chest. Jiejie had driven it through his head that to wear robes without an undershirt was uncouth and a sure way to get the robes dirty, but…

"Do you still have your prison clothes? That was a good look." The question escapes Tang Fan before he can censor himself. "I mean—your uniform is good too—I mean, your normal undershirt is better than that prison one.” He dangles the undershirt from his fingertips, as if this question was just an extension of him returning Sui Zhou's undershirt. “I mean...”

Sui Zhou cranes his neck away slightly, as if trying to avoid looking at Tang Fan but probably only checking to make sure Dong'er isn't nearby to see Tang Fan in this state of undress. "Be careful with that. You're going to set the kitchen on fire again."

Grinning, and more at ease now that the conversation is back in familiar teasing territory, Tang Fan sidles closer to Sui Zhou, waving his shirt near where the mutton soup is bubbling on the fire. "Oh, that was on purpose. You know, to get you to free Dong'er—"

Sui Zhou gives him that look of his, the one that appears completely expressionless but in fact contains a half dozen emotions from all corners of the spectrum. "You set fire to my house on purpose?"

"Well—"

"What about the time you fell asleep with the candle beside your bed, and the time you tripped and fell holding the lamp—"

"Fine, it wasn't on purpose. But the bad food was! I can cook, if I wanted to—”

"You can't cook."

Tang Fan inches closer. He's not quite sure why. "You could teach me."

Sui Zhou frowns slightly. "You step foot in my kitchen without me here, and you sleep outside with the sheep."

Tang Fan wrinkles his nose. "The sheep has a name ."

"Li Qing?"

Tang Fan almost drops the undershirt on the stove. "How did you—”

Sui Zhou turns away again as if to hide a grin. Li Qing is the main character of Tang Fan's magnum opus, My Sexy Lady .

"You didn't read it!" Tang Fan leans forward in consternation. He's not sure why he's so thrown. It's a brilliantly-written work, like all of his books, but somehow to have Sui Zhou privy to—to all that — "Wang Zhi told you or something—wait till I get my hands on him!"

Sui Zhou is definitely holding back a grin. "I liked the part where the ‘sexy lady’ sets fire to Shi Yang's house after she thinks he stole her necklace."

"That never happened! She never did anything half so crazy!”

Sui Zhou is no longer holding back his smile. "Maybe in the sequel, My Sexy Wife."

Tang Fan laughs out loud. People who don't know Sui Zhou think he's stiff and cold and completely humorless, but Tang Fan knows better. It's subtle, but Sui Zhou's sense of humor and appreciation of the outlandish is definitely there. If it weren't, Tang Fan doesn't think he would get along with him as well as he does.

Which, when he stops to think of it, is rather odd. His getting along with him so well, not the sense of humor. Despite having lived in the capital for years, and having many acquaintances, Tang Fan has few close friends. As he knows he’s a delight to be around, never complaining and generously standing people meals, he can only assume it’s a failing in other people.

A failing that Sui Zhou evidently doesn’t have, to appreciate Tang Fan’s virtues, both hidden and overt.

It’s not that Tang Fan annoys people. That can’t possibly be it, no matter what Jiejie says. But he can’t deny that not everyone appreciates him, and that hurts, sometimes.

A sudden thought, and Tang Fan abruptly stops laughing. Why did Sui Zhou pick that example? Surely it was just a joke after what they'd been talking about—he knows it is—but of all characters to pick—

Tang Fan had based a lot of Li Qing on himself. Like him, she's a beautiful genius often put-upon by those who fail to appreciate her properly, driven to do the right thing at whatever costs, someone who appreciates fine food and faces the world with a smile no matter how she's feeling.

No. Sui Zhou is just teasing him, as usual. That's it. He probably hadn't even finished the book...

He wants to ask Sui Zhou if he liked the book, but despite it being his best-selling work, he’s hesitant to ask. Sui Zhou is nothing if not honest, and what if he didn’t truly like it?

Tang Fan resolves to start work on a sequel that night. Perhaps Shi Yang could enter the imperial guards and, together with Li Qing, solve a series of increasingly exciting mysteries that pit them against the world. Back to back, they’ll chase justice and stand strong against the winds of—

“Here.” Sui Zhou slides the plate of sesame cakes towards him. “For coming to get me.”

Tang Fan grins. “You mean rescuing you.”

Sui Zhou turns back to the soup. "Just eat them."

Tang Fan inches even closer, more to annoy Sui Zhou than anything else, he thinks. "Go on, say it. I rescued you."

"Keep this up, and you're getting kicked out of my kitchen."

" Your kitchen? Why is it—oh, right. It's your house." Tang Fan looks down at the sesame cakes. It's almost a shame to eat them, they’re so beautifully decorated. "Am I allowed to eat them before dinner, or are you going to get all sulky?"

Sui Zhou gives Tang Fan a look as if to say, I'm not the childish one here, and reaches for a sesame cake just as Tang Fan does. Their fingers brush, and tingling current runs up Tang Fan's arm. Startled, he jerks away, dropping Sui Zhou's undershirt on the stove.

Spattered in mutton grease, it erupts in a column of flame.

"Augh!" Panicking, Tang Fan drops the shirt in the soup. “Put it out! Put it out!”

Sui Zhou snatches the shirt out of the soup and drops it in a pot of water. "What did I just tell you about setting my house on fire?"

Smiling weakly, Tang Fan begins sidling in the opposite direction as Sui Zhou comes closer. "You startled me! You grabbed at me just as I was trying to eat, I haven't eaten all day, I was hungry, you forced me to take a cake—"

He bumps up against the wall. Sui Zou leans over him, one arm framing him, his face a mix of exasperation and—and fondness, Tang Fan wants to believe, though it’s hard to when there's a charred, soup-soaked undershirt not five feet away.

"It wasn't my fault I burned your shirt!" Tang Fan continues bravely. Whining has always worked on Old Pei and Jiejie, though he still hasn’t quite learned the exact point Jiejie’s indulgence tips over into slapping-him-across-the-face territory, hence all the slapping. "Tired after weeks of traveling, traveling across half the empire to rescue you, if you recall, weeks of seasickness and danger and unpadded saddles and not being able to finish my rice noodles in the one good restaurant between here and I thought you were dead at one point, and that was almost as bad as the noo—"

Sui Zhou bends forward and kisses him.

Tang Fan goes rigid.

Did—did Sui Zhou just—

Sui Zhou kisses him again, as if to clear up any doubts.

"Well, that's one way to stop you from talking," he says.

Tang Fan's heart is beating like a war drum, but strangely enough it's not from nerves. There's a smile on Sui Zhou's lips (rather full lips, he notices. Until now he's been too distracted by his arms and shoulders and—well—all the rest of him, most likely), and there's definite fondness in his eyes.

"I once talked through an acupuncture session for a sore tooth," Tang Fan says boastingly, more to calm his nerves than anything else.

He’s never been kissed before. Or rather, being a man, perhaps it was more appropriate to say he’d never kissed anyone before.

He’d always changed the subject when Old Pei brought it up. The local girls had never interested him, and he’d never though there were other— options—

"You can ask him at dinner,” he blusters on, pulse fluttering. “I was probably able to give him some good tips and pointers, I once read a book on acupuncture that—"

Sui Zhou shuts him up again, cupping his face in his hand. It smells of honey and spice, the callused palm somehow soft against Tang Fan's cheek, his long fingers curling around the back of his neck as he kisses him.

Tang Fan is suddenly very aware that he's half-naked, but it's somehow nice being around Sui Zhou like that, not uncomfortable as he's sometimes felt in the past around others. Natural, despite his first-time nerves.

He suddenly realizes that Sui Zhou is looking down at him as if waiting for him to say or do something.

"Am I allowed to speak again?" Tang Fan asks.

Sui Zhou half-smiles. "Nothing could stop you from talking for very long."

"I want another one of your undershirts, but a black one this time. I saw one tucked away in the chest, but Dong'er said it wouldn’t match my robes, though what does she know? I want the black undershirt, and—"

"Black to hide any future char?"

"This was an accident! You startled me!"

"The one you were wearing today is mostly black now, after you set it on fi—"

Tang Fan kisses him.

"You're right," he says, grinning at Sui Zhou, who seems to have forgotten how to speak. "That does work."

*

AO3

[icequeen-07]

Well well well, if you don't mind me coming in here late and throwing a handful of fics at you as I scream nonsensically.... can I get some information on three in particular?

Ashey was in fact, not prepared

pew pew noise screaming

Eh if I never finish anything I never let anyone down

*rubbing my hands together like an evil racoon* oh PLEASE, I am LOVING this!! Send away!!!

Ashey was in fact, not prepared is your request actually! I'm still cracking away at it, but I hit a block sadly :(. I have plans for it and I WILL finish it I SWEAR because I just loved it, the request was so sweet I just HAVE to keep at it. I LOVE THEM so freaking MUCH and I LOVE writing their silly little totally-not-but-totally-are-flirting will they won't they.

“If I suffer through this…glassblower exhibit for you, su-ff-er mind you-” he started, making her laugh, taking a sharp left. He yelped, stumbling over his own feet and shoved his glasses up his nose with his shoulders. “Whoa! Watch it, you’re toting around fragile goods!”

She squeezed his arm, shooting him a crooked smile. “Aw, and I thought you’d be a little tougher than that.”

“I’m a very fragile man and it doesn’t make me any less manly to admit it! One run in with the wall and splat! Chris pancake.” 

Her whole face scrunched as she tried not to laugh and he was sure his heart was going to explode in his chest (Chris-plosion?). 

“I’ll bring syrup to the funeral.”

He ignored his flush climbing his cheeks to the tips of his ears, painting him firetruck red. “They’ll have to scrape my remains off with a spatula! Then what will you do, your best friend, delicious breakfast food batter?” 

She rolled her eyes, but her smile stayed. “Oh the humanity.” 

He smiled, his eyes lifting unevenly as he dropped his hand to touch hers that still rested on his arm. He hoped he wasn't being delusional about seeing a pretty pink dust her cheeks. He patted her hand once. “Careful with the goods.”

She giggled and his heart stopped for a moment. “I'll be oh so careful.”

I love them,,,,just so so much. This one is super dorky, and I was planning on having a totally misfire confession a la this because y e a h

pew pew noise screaming is a lil dorky Jossam thing, the first thing I started writing for Until Dawn actually! I was listening to this on loop on a really bad day and I started picturing Josh toting Sam around late at night in a sloppy dance with the music being him humming and her laughing. I really love writing dorky sweet things for these two because I was ROBBED in the game. ROBBED I TELL YOU. I just,,,love some parts of this augh!

She leaned against the counter, hiding her smile in her glass of water. “Okay, prince of horror, what are you doing up at this hour?”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth in a soft ‘tsk’. “Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.”

“Remember to breathe.”

“Sammy.” He took a dramatic breath, making her snort softly into her water. “I am the night owl king. Horror king in progress aside, I rule at being awake at ungodly hours doing ungodly things.” There was the eyebrow wiggle she was somehow coming to love. 

“Oh?” She quirked up a brow, taking a small sip out of her glass, watching how his gaze fell to her lips once before meeting her eyes again. “I’m afraid critiquing horror movies online does not fall under the category of ‘ungodly activities’. Nice try though.”

FINALLY! Eh if I never finish anything I never let anyone down. Once again, I am obsessed with them, but another soft Jossam thing. Not sweet tho, this one is suuuuper angsty. Like after Hannah and Beth's deaths and them finding comfort in one another. I am just,,,,a sucker for these guys and their angst haha

And for a small, fleeting moment she thought she loved him. It was a fragile, little moment, his breathing warming the side of her face as she turned her head to meet him in a soft kiss. 

He held her like she was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from and looked at her like one would an old photograph. A soft gaze, a puzzled brow, lips parted in a gentle shape, a pause for a moment before the picture was put down to rest. Whether it was to lay the photo to rest until it collected dust or to be picked up again to admire, she didn't know.

[antigonewinchester]

first general thoughts on ep 5.

For all the press talk about “toxic masculinity,” I think it’s really more accurate to talk about it as “straight white toxic masculinity.” Not a coincidence that it’s Butcher and Hughie, 2 straight white guys, who end up allying with Soldier Boy, while Annie, a woman, and MM, a Black man, decided it wasn’t worth partnering with him to take down Homelander. The patriarchy & misogyny go hand in hand with racism & white supremacy which go hand in hand with ableism & eugenics; all of these ideas are deeply intertwined and used together to create and maintain societal systems of oppression and control. Of course women and people of color can be complicit within this system, scrambling to get ahead in a rigged game, like we’re seeing with Ashley and A-Train, but it’s much easier for them, or people they know / care for, to get screwed over by the system anyway, even if they try to play along.

There are the obvious parallels between between Homelander & Soldier Boy in this ep - in the face of past girlfriends telling them they hated them instead of loving them, they both react with brutal violence (altho it does seem like Maeve is alive) - but there���s also Butcher, too. All 3 of them have torn apart their teams: Solider Boy literally in killing Crimson Countess and going after the rest of them, and Homelander and Butcher more metaphorically, with Homelander becoming a tyrant who refuses to hear bad news and has whittled down his support to be only people who will kiss his ass, and Butcher in how his revenge quest led to Frenchie being drawn back into Little Nina’s orbit and Kimiko getting badly hurt, with his drugging of MM as the final stab in the back for the Boys. I found Butcher allying with Soldier Boy by offering up Crimson Countess to be way disturbing, esp the “She’s in there, yours for the taking.” line. Men making deals with each other and making buddy buddy through a literal woman’s life, augh.

Where Butcher is different is that he has Hughie with him, in contrast to Homelander and Soldier Boy who don’t have any real relationships in their lives. Hughie is having his own arc around masculine insecurities and grasping for power & strength, pushing away Annie in the process, but I think he’ll will keep his good heart in the end, and that Hughie & Butcher’s relationship will be important in pulling each other both back from the edge. And I don’t think MM or Annie will give up on Butcher or Hughie either, even though they’ll definitely both be pissed.

In terms of where MM’s plotline with Soldier Boy is going, given the show’s negative take on revenge and how MM is willing to draw moral lines, I wonder if they’re going to do doing something around MM saving his current family (the Boys, his literal family or both?) from Soldier Boy in the present, and that being a way for him to get catharsis and closure. Saving the people you have now as better than revenge for the people you’ve lost.

Kimiko/Frenchie is so sweet and cute and of course Frenchie got kidnapped right after they kissed and of course Kimiko can’t rush in to immediately save him because she doesn’t have her powers anymore. I don’t think Frenchie will bite it but he’s definitely going to get messed up. If Kimiko takes some temp V to regain her powers to rescue Frenchie from being tortured by Little Nina, that’d be a interesting counter parallel to Crimson Countess letting Soldier Boy get kidnapped / tortured because they never had any actual love between them. Plus, Kimiko with powers being weaponized by others versus Kimiko choosing to use her powers to go save her boyfriend. There’s also how Hughie has felt a little emasculated by Annie, her having strength that he doesn’t, contrasting how Frenchie was not at all threatened by Kimiko’s powers, and then the possibility of her using her strength to save him. It’d also further cement the ‘using powers for revenge vs. to save people’ theme that I think has been developing over this season.

[nicco-needs-love]

Oh boy. I did it. I wrote this damn thing. It's kinda long (5k) so I'm splitting it into three parts because that's how I wrote this fic. The full thing will be up on ao3 tomorrow because it's 6am :,) my ao3 is HoliGAY if you wanna see the whole thing because I'm gonna edit it and make it look pretty on there! :,,)))

TW//quick desc of gore, and romanticizing of marriage! The gore isn't in this chapter so no worries! I would say this chapter would be rated G!

This is only chapter one! I'm gonna post the other's tomorrow! Sorry for any errors! I didn't read it over!

(1/3) White Proposal

"Is it normal? Y'know… To fall in love with one of our Eves?"

"Do you really think that's a good question to ask me?! Hell, I've fallen in love with every damn one of them!"

Ildio shrugs, realizing that asking Hyde was not the smartest idea.

"Well? There's a reason you asked that. Catching feelings for your Eve?"

"Yeah, I wanna propose."

Hyde inhales his water, coughing everywhere; caught very off guard at Ildio's sentence. 

"Huh?!"

"It isn't that strange. Mother married one of her old eves. Double Doubt and his eve are engaged. You and yours?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's normal for us to fall for our eves! You, however, haven't done that once!"

"Well… Nicco's different."

Ildio looks away, thinking about the long haired guy he'd hopelessly fallen for. Ildio isn't sure about even asking Niccolò to marry him. They're dating, been dating for a few years. It's just there has never been a good instance of Servamps marrying their Eves. It's just a sad thing to think about. Servamps are immortal, they'll never die. Their Eves aren't. Ildio was never close to any of his previous Eves, he was one of the very few Servamps who has never fallen in love. Of course, that was until he met Niccolò. It was a curse until Ildio eventually gave up fighting off those butterflies he'd get when Nicco would smile. 

"Uh-huh… Okay. Do you actually wanna do it? Propose I mean. Think about it, would it work?  Sometimes I wanna propose to Licht but there's so many reasons I can't. Our schedules, his job, he's popular with "everyone" so I can't imagine the problems he would get if people found out he was married. Hell,I'm not sure Licht would even say yes."

"I'm just thinking about it, if I was gonna do it, it wouldn't be extravagant, we wouldn't even have to wear rings."

"Then what's the point? Could be the romanticism in me but, that's such a beautiful thing about marriage. Wearing rings? It's so romantic, the glimmer of each other's face reflecting on their wedding rings! Being able to see your love in a metal band on someone's finger is just a beautiful thing! I've been married a few times and wedding days are some of the best days of my life."

Ildio sighs, definitely regretting his decision of talking to Hyde about this. He definitely should have talked to Kuro instead, none of the theatrics or excessive romantic details. Honestly any of his siblings would have been better to talk to about this; except for Hugh. Hugh has always been against Servamps falling in love. Especially ever since the incident with Hyde many centuries ago. Then Jeje's past with the Alicen family. There have been many, many times Servamps have fallen in love. Every time they had talked about those things to Hugh, there would be a very long conversation about the problems with a romance like that. That's one of the reasons that Ildio has always been weary of the idea of love. In fact, he thought he would never fall for anyone. All his previous Eves were asses who would break Ildio's rules almost immediately. Yet again, Niccolò changed his mind on that.

"I'm gonna go, Law. I'm gonna think more about it."

"Mkay! Invite me to the wedding! I wanna see it!"

Ildio laughs aloud once, closing the door behind him. 

The thing is, Ildio already bought a ring for the proposal. It was an impulse buy, he was shopping for snacks and a bright ring caught his eye in a window. The ring is one of a kind, a gorgeous onyx black band, with a shining silver inlay. Apparently there was a second ring similar to that one, however it sold a while ago. Ildio knew immediately the ring would fit Nicco. Don't ask how he would know that, many hours watching Niccolò's hands move would certainly not be Ildio's answer. The ring, inside a white velvet box, feels heavy inside his pocket. He could propose, just give Nicco the ring and walk away. Although he knows there's no way he could do that. After all, the worst thing Niccolò could say is no, right?

"He's been gone for hours… Not so far that the distance effect would take in, but far enough that I can't find him."

Niccolò sighs, sinking down against the vinyl chair he's sitting in. A few hours ago, Ildio told him to meet him at this diner. Nicco didn't expect to be waiting for hours. It's not like he has anything to do today anyway. Besides the piles of phone calls he has to make with other bosses of families because there have been many issues in the workplace. Nicco puts his head down on the table, considering giving Ildio a call. Not because he's impatient, but starting to get worried.

"Hey, Nicco."

Niccolò opens his eyes and looks up, seeing Ildio. Nicco isn't sure when he took a nap, but he certainly did. Ildio looks nervous? Niccolò isn't sure why he would be, but he sits up, tapping the spot next to him on the seat for Ildio to sit down. 

"Hey… Sorry I fell asleep, I meant to call but, I fell asleep…"

Ildio doesn't say anything, just nods. It isn't rare for Ildio to not say anything. However, it is rare for Ildio to look this nervous. Or nervous at all. Nicco notices Ildio has his hand inside his jacket pocket, it looks like he's fidgeting with something? Or, it could just be Niccolò projecting. You see, something has been weighing on his mind for months; marriage. Niccolò knows that's the very last thing he should be thinking about. First of all, he's a mafia boss with many people who rely and count on him, he still has to prove he can be just as good as his father one day. Secondly, he would be married to a vampire, a Servamp. If Niccolò proposed, would Ildio even have a choice to say no? If that's the case, Nicco would never want to propose. Still, he bought a ring, specifically for Ildio. He was just window shopping for rings when he saw it. The ring is a shining silver that shines beautifully in the sun. Inside the ring is a deep black inlay, the ring is gorgeous. He sighed a sigh of relief looking closely at the ring, he knew it would fit Ildio perfectly.  Niccolò being the hopeless romantic he is, he got an engraving into the ring's inlay. 'Mio dio'. Translating to 'My God' in italian. It's a very cheesy thing that Niccolò thinks about a lot, he thinks of Ildio as his God. 

Nicco can't help but idly roll the black velvet box between his fingers. He bought the ring about two weeks ago, he's been thinking about the moment over and over. The imaginary proposal in his head. Niccolò honestly is far too shy to do something so forward. It's completely different to hold hands or soft kisses, this is marriage. 

"S-so uh...Why were you out for so long, Il? I was getting worried…"

"Just thinkin' about stuff."

Silence. Niccolò shifts in his seat uncomfortably, not too sure what to say. Ildio is thinking the exact same, he isn't sure which way to go about this.

"So uh-"

They both start talking at the same time. Meeting each other's eyes, Niccolò looks down first, a blush dusting his face. Ildio obviously takes notice of this, realizing that Nicco is more nervous than usual; which is hard to be. 

Ildio stands up, grabbing Nicco's hand and taking him out of the diner. In the corner of his eye, he can see many of the Carpe Diem members giving him a look of suspicion. 

Outside the diner, around seven feet away from the entrance, Ildio can't stop fiddling with the box in his pocket. Nicco isn't touching the box in his pocket, however, it feels like one-hundred tons weighing in on him.

Ildio inhales, getting a grip on the wedding ring. He's doing it; he's going to ask Niccolò to marry him.

Looking at Ildio, Nicco can see a look of determination? Seeing that makes Nicco want to propose. He reaches within his coat pocket, grabbing the white box.

"Niccolò."

Nicco stops in his tracks, the severe tone in Ildio's voice making him stop. Has he done something wrong? Does Ildio suddenly just want to turn their relationship into business only? Does he want to leave the business and have nothing to do with Nicco anymore? His hands turn clammy, swallowing down a lump of anxiety. 

"Y-yes?"

"I uh… Listen, augh- dammit."

Ildio's stuttering just makes Niccolò feel much more nervous. Thousands of different things race through Nicco's head. Thousands of negative things. He tries to brace himself for whatever words Ildio is going to say. Unfortunately, Nicco knows that if Ildio says anything negative, it will most likely break him.

"...I wanna marry you."

Ildio pulls out the white velvet box, opening it up to show the ring to Nicco. Part of him doesn't want to see Niccolò's reaction. He doesn't want him to say yes because Ildio doesn't want to get any closer to this anomaly. He also doesn't want Nicco to say no, because honestly… Ildio wants to marry Nicco. If Ildio's being completely honest with himself, he's hopelessly in love with the man before him.

Nicco gasps, audibly gasps, a… a proposal? He can't believe his eyes. The ring is absolutely stunning, it looks uncannily similar to the ring that Nicco bought for Ildio. He looks up to meet Ildio's eyes from the ring; it feels like hundreds of butterflies fly from his heart. Ildio's eyes are warm, soft. The breath leaves Nicco in a rush. Niccolò is sure Ildio is a literal god, not a vampire. 

"I- the funny thing is…uh…"

Niccolò pulls the open black velvet box from his coat, showing the ring to Ildio. Nicco turns his head away from Ildio, not wanting to see his expression.

Ildio blinks a few times, looking at the gorgeous ring in Nicco's hands. He can tell immediately that it's the opposite version of the ring he purchased a few nights ago. Looking closer, Ildio can see some italian engraved into the ring. Since Niccolò knows italian, Ildio was able to know it immediately when they made their contract. "Mio Dio". It's a term that Nicco would use very affectionately towards Ildio. A term that Ildio doesn't agree with, but hearing those words from Nicco is, ironically, heavenly. 

"Jesus Nicco… This is beautiful. So, I'm guessing it's a yes?"

Niccolò laughs, nodding. He pulls the ring out of it's black box, gently sliding it onto Ildio's finger. Ildio mimics the action, both of them wearing the ring the other chose.

Ildio grabs Niccolò's tie, tugging him into a gentle, loving kiss.

[boonki]

17. “Can you let me see your eyes?” + obikin slow dancing <3 <3 <3

hello lovely! thank you so much for the prompt!! this was so much fun to write, i uh, got a little carried away with the romance i just love slow dancing so much like bro its just so good, so tender, AUGH  from this set (and i kinda forget this was supposed to be angsty but i think it worked out in the end lmaooo)

youre having a lovely tuesday :) 

here you go my dear <3

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Snow dots Obi-wan’s eyelashes, holding perfectly still as the pair weaves their way through the crowd; the Christmas festival had just begun, gloriously donned trees and handcrafted, larger-than-life gingerbread houses carefully placed through the city like a treasure hunt for Christmas spirit. Obi-wan, a native to the city and a long time participant in the festival, drags Anakin, a new initiate and boyfriend of a few months, behind him by the hand, their fingers intertwined through thick gloves. 

“Oh, this one is by far my favorite.” Obi-wan throws the comment over his shoulder, eyes alight with elation, his whole face aglow from the warm lights meticulously strung through the trees lining the city sidewalks. Far off, Anakin can hear the faint echoes of Christmas carolers, of bells, of horns honking, and friends chattering.

A sharp tug sends him stumbling to keep up, and Anakin has just a moment to take in the building’s exterior before being thrust into a hotel more expensive than his life savings doubled. Tripled. It’s old money, marble staircases and velvet rugs, bellboys in suits and incandescent, shimmering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. 

“Are you sure we should be here?” Anakin mock whispers to Obi-wan, who is only half-listening. “I can’t afford to be here.”  

They come to a sudden halt; if Anakin hadn’t had his eyes latched onto Obi-wan's red and ruddy face, tinted from the cold, he would’ve tumbled right into him. Obi-wan pulls Anakin’s hand up to his mouth, giving it a chaste kiss through the glove. “Look.” 

In front of them, he doesn’t know how he missed it, is the largest Christmas tree Anakin has ever seen. Red ribbons cascade down the sides, a waterfall frozen in place, and lustrous silver and gold bells, ranging in size from a fist to his entire torso speckle the branches, interlaced with dozens of tiny doves and cardinals. They stand there and stare at it for a moment, in awe of its beauty, Obi-wan occasionally glancing over at him with the joy of a child written all over his face. Guests race around them, like a river finding its way around a boulder, veering off to various hallways and exits, lugging suitcases and families behind them, not paying the couple any mind. Somehow it makes the moment all the more special: how beautiful it is, to capture something so lovely in secret with someone, standing in the open, lost in your own bubble.

“Wow. A lot of balls.” Anakin teases: a facade to cover up how much he actually really likes it. 

Obi-wan gives him a side eye and a thin smile. “I know you want me to make a joke out of that, but I refuse to stoop to your level, they’re ornaments.” 

“You’d have to be taller than me to”-he holds up air quotes, dragging one of Obi-wan’s hands with him-“stoop to my level.”

Obi-wan rolls his eyes at Anakin’s smug grin. They settle back into gazing at the tree for a few moments more, studying every detail.

“You haven’t even seen my favorite part of this place,” Obi-wan says, bouncing off behind them, tugging a reluctant Anakin, yet again. They make their way across the lobby teeming with people, up a set of shallow stairs lined with plush carpet, and into a quieter part of the hotel, a midsize room with mirrored sets of doors on either side, the staircases continuing to loop up  the other side of the room. It looks like a resting point of sorts, a midpoint between the lobby and the rest of the hotel. The chatter of the lobby doesn’t follow them, and Anakin is suddenly aware of how alone they are. 

“Uh, yeah, it’s…” Anakin tries to come up with a compliment, and fails. It’s just a regular room. 

Obi-wan laughs, full of mirth. “No, this isn’t it.” He lets go of Anakin and saunters up to one of the sets of doors, pulling it open like a butler, holding a hand out for Anakin to enter first. “This is.” 

Anakin draws his eyebrows together, bemused and wary. “Is this the part of the date where you murder me in a big, fancy hotel?” He walks towards the open door anyways. 

“No, but a rather good idea, I’ll save that for the future.” Obi-wan snorts, his hand falling to Anakin’s lower back as they step into the dance hall. 

It’s like something out of a movie, Anakin thinks. The hall is enormous, dauntingly tall, probably meant for a ball. There isn’t any light save for the white streaks that stream in through lofty, narrow windows, like a painter had dipped his brush in moonlight and stroked once across the canvas, but it’s enough for Anakin to make out the exquisitely patterned wood floor, the white and gold molded walls, the unlit chandeliers, the grand piano tucked neatly away in the corner. A thin layer of dust seems to cover everything, and the air is stagnant, desperate to see life waltz in again. Anakin feels as though he stepped out of reality, the hustle of the Christmas festival light years away. 

Stringed music starts to play behind him, audio clearly from a phone or small speaker, tin and canny in quality. He turns in confusion. “What are you-”

“May I have this dance?” Obi-wan asks, a hand offered in between them, no longer gloved. He is barely visible in the low lighting, shadows enshrouding all but the curve of one cheek, the glint in one eye. Obi-wan’s phone is on the floor, volume turned as high as it will go. 

A breath moves through Anakin, quiet and shallow, otherwise he is a statue. If he tried to speak, he thinks he’d choke around all the emotion flooding his chest, spilling down into his hands and legs, roaring up through his head and leaking out through his eyes. The music continues to float out into the space around them. 

Obi-wan coughs lightly, laugh lines falling away to reveal a layer of nervousness. The ocean inside Anakin churns. 

“Yeah, of course,” he says, and slips off his wool gloves, stuffing them into his back pocket and grabbing Obi-wan’s hand. The touch is like a shore to his ocean, pulling him forward, asking to be caressed, returned to, loved. 

They fall together naturally, staged for a lazy waltz, and begin to sway, like the tide creeping into the soft sand, retreating back into itself only to race ashore, finding a home in its rhythmic ritual. Anakin lets his forehead drop onto Obi-wan's shoulder, breathing him in, ignoring the lingering wetness from the snow. He thinks he’s crying. 

Obi-wan pulls back a bit, releasing his hand from the small of Anakin’s lower back to cup the dense gathering of curls just above his neck. “What’s wrong, dear?” The words are spoken into his hair with a gentle, hot breath that tickles Anakin’s ear. 

Anakin lets out a ragged breath, trying to get a hold of himself. This is more than anyone has ever done for him, more than he deserves; the whole evening had been a dream with a golden filter over it, every bit of it sewed into his heart with needle and thread, bleeding all over the place to never forget the details: an early dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant, snow bumbling down around them in the crisp winter air, a cup of shared hot cocoa from a street vendor, the crowd cheering together as the city’s tree was illuminated for the season, Obi-wan giddy to show him every single tree, every single gingerbread house. No one had ever put this much detail into a date, had ever given him this much thought, this much care and attention in a relationship. And he loved every bit of it, loved all the banter and casual touches, loved learning more about Obi-wan’s life growing up, loved- oh god, he loves this man. 

Still on Obi-wan’s shoulder, Anakin’s cheeks are hot, and the sea is still leaking from his eyelids, salty and stinging. “I love you,” he admits, whispers, confesses, knows to be true. 

Obi-wan stills beneath him. “Can you let me see your eyes, dear one?” 

Anakin leans back, just far enough to hold his face above Obi-wan’s, and looks at him, into him, through him, lets Obi-wan search his face for any sign of a lie, Obi-wan trailing the hand that had been on the back of his head to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing across Anakin’s lower lip. “I love you,” he says again, a little louder, his voice echoing into the cavernous hall. 

“You love me.” Obi-wan repeats back to him, almost a question, almost a statement. 

Anakin blinks a few times, trying to figure out if he had just massively messed things up by admitting it so carelessly, so impulsively. “Yes, I mean, it’s okay if you don’t…” he trails off, not wanting to even say it. “I mean, do you-” 

“Oh, Anakin, yes.” Even in the dark, Anakin can make out his brilliant smile, the gleam of his teeth, the twinkle in his eye. “I love you, of course I love you.”

The broad swaths of the curtains seem to open a little wider, the room a little brighter, air humming with energy, the whole room seeming to say ah, love, finally. 

Obi-wan sweeps Anakin off his feet, which is no small task given his build, and spins him in a circle, breathless with laughter, swept up in euphoria. If Anakin is the ocean, Obi-wan will drown with him. The music continues to play out of Obi-wan’s phone, but the pair pays it no mind, coming together for a giddy and messy kiss, giggling at their cold noses and lips. 

They’ll have the rest of their life to dance, anyways.

[maandags]

Requests are open!!! *does an excited hoppy dance* oh my goodness the excitement. May I suggest a) something with Matt Holt, perhaps in an au with some sort of power (like a demigod or witch or ATLA au, etc.) or b) something for HTTYD with no pairing and plenty of dragon presence! Bonding/interacting with dragons, etc. Thankyouthankyouthankyou you are such an amazingly skilled author and making requests like this is a very special privilege. Thank you for sharing your writing :)

it’s Capture the Flag day at Camp Halfblood, and nobody lets you forget it.

of course, the nervous jitters get to you, as well. you’re not immune, even though you’ve never been a particular lover of the game. but it’s Camp tradition, and Camp Halfblood is your home, so you’ll fuck up your friends (and not-so-friends) every once in a while to keep things interesting. sure.

it’s Hephaestus, Demeter, Ares,  Apollo -- that’s you -- against Athena, Aphrodite, Hermes, and Dionysus. you’re not worried about Dionysus’ kids -- their heart isn’t in the game, and it’s easy to tell. Athena and Hermes are the ones who will pose an actual problem, you suspect. 

as you get ready, fingers making quick work of the straps on your breastplate, swinging your quiver over your shoulder (holding blunt-tipped arrows -- so they’ll still hurt like a bitch, but won’t do serious damage); strapping on your bracer, then pulling on your leather glove. you reach for your helmet, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the red plume sticking out of it. it’s tradition, Y/N.

“you think you’re gonna win today, L/N?”

you squint up at the boy decked out in full Capture the Flag regalia, a sword at his side and a knife strapped to his thigh, brown hair mussed and glasses slightly askew on his nose. “half your team aren’t fighters, Matt. not like you and I am.” you lean back, cross your arms. “let’s just say I’m not disliking my chances, here.”

Matt shakes his head with a grin. “we’re going to crush you.”

“HOLT!” both of you whip around to the source of the voice -- it belongs to a tall Hermes kid, one of the only campers older than Matt and you, standing with his hands on his hips, glaring intensely at his teammate. “stop fraternizing with the enemy!”

Matt snickers, then bows. “well. I guess duty calls. I’ll see you after we win the game.”

“you’re so full of shit.”

“I love you, too.”

as he turns, you shout after him, “I’ve got an arrow with your name on it, Holt!”

the team captains convene -- Matt’s sister Pidge, on one side, and an Ares kid named Tyler on yours. the flags are hidden, everyone moves to their side of the creek. as you walk, Tyler and Keith, a Hephaestus kid, go through the battle plan one more time. you’ve heard it countless times before, so you listen with one ear. 

Tyler points to you. “Y/N, up in the trees. slow ‘em down as much as you can.”

“always, boss.”

“don’t get distracted by brown-haired sons of Athena,” Keith quips with a grin.

without missing a beat, you reply, “as long as you don’t get distracted by blue-eyed sons of Aphrodite, fuckwad.” Keith goes red and shoves his middle finger in your face, so you respond in kind.

“guys,” Tyler says, sounding both annoyed and tired and resigned, “focus, please.”

some obscene gestures and mouthed insults later, you’re stationed up in your tree, standing on a sturdy branch, bow at the ready, an arrow nocked. (special arrows. Keith helped out with this; you’ve got some stinkbombs, some explosive arrows, some sticky ones... they’re nasty. you can’t wait to use them.) you’ve tied yourself to the tree by your waist, having made the mistake of not doing so in the past and paying the price with bruises and cuts.

the horn sounds. the game’s begun.

border duty isn’t the most exciting part of the game. if you were a close-range fighter, you would have killed to be in the scouting group, or the flag-capturing group. but you’re not, so a spot up in the trees it is.

after a couple minutes, you spot the group of campers charged with capturing the actual flag leap over the creek like cheetahs, splitting up into two groups immediately after crossing over into the other side. despite everything, your heart rate speeds up, just a bit. your grip on the nocked arrow tightens. 

then, out of the depths of the forest in front of you, three campers race towards your side of the creek. trying to go fast, while also being quiet. heh. not if you have anything to say about it.

you bring your bow up to your face and aim, loosing it almost immediately. elegantly. effortlessly, as Matt would say. it sinks into the earth in front of the nearest camper with a dull thud, and a split second later it explodes, sending dirt and loose branches and leaves everywhere. 

before the three campers can do anything to react, you’ve let loose another arrow. this one, when it explodes, poofs out a cloud of thick red smoke, which rises high above the treetops. could just as well have been a flare. stealth mission? not so much.

but you’ve given yourself away, now. not that it matters much, now. worth it. 

“FUCK YOU, Y/N!” that’s Lance. son of Aphrodite, one of the few who is actually invested in the game. (a little too invested, in your opinion.) 

you blow him a kiss, send him a wave. “I love you, too!”

Lance yanks his fellow campers up, shakes his fist up at you. “you play dirty!”

“I’ve been here for eleven years, Lance. I deserve to play a little dirty.”

at that, Lance laughs. you narrow your eyes. “eleven years, huh?” he grins. “still can’t recognise a simple distraction?”

“what are you –” you cut yourself off, cursing, whirling around, only just managing to spot a head of brown hair zipping through the trees. 

before you realise you’re doing it, you’ve already drawn another arrow. this time, as you pull it back, you breathe out, relaxing, concentrating on the tiny shifts of movement you can still see through the trees. behind you, Lance is still shouting – “he’s gone, Y/N, we’ve outsmarted you, just admit it, you’re gonna lose –” but you drown him out. 

you let the arrow fly, and a whole second later there’s the unmistakable “augh!” of someone who just ate shit. (tangling arrow: its impact triggers the uncoiling of a spool of iron thread, hopelessly tangling the target’s legs.) 

you throw Lance a glance over your shoulder. he throws up his hand. “for the GODS’ SAKES, Y/N.” 

“do not,” you say, lips curling into a grin when you spot your group of flag-catchers, three strong, approaching from the other side of the river, the silver Athena banner rippling between them, “underestimate a child of Apollo.” 

Keith and Tyler are being chased by a growing group of blue-plumed campers, but you know it’s no use; those two are fast bastards. for the fun of it, you send another exploding arrow towards the pursuers’ ankles. the dull pop! and consequent yelps make you grin.

Keith takes a final leap over the creek and skids to a halt on the other side. the banner shifts in his hand, from silver to blood-red. 

he holds it above his head, and you let out a loud whoop before sticking two fingers in your mouth and letting out an insanely loud, piercing whistle.

the game is over. you’ve won.

you descend from your tree, dropping the last five feet to the ground, shaking your head at the mob of campers who’ve hoisted Keith and Tyler upon their shoulders and are jumping up and down. you cross your arms.

“fucking eh. I really thought we had you this time.” 

an arm drapes itself around your shoulders, and you grin, shooting a glance up at your boyfriend. “I told you I had an arrow with your name on it.” 

“you did. I’ll outrun you eventually.” Matt dips down, presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“pfft. good luck with that. you almost fooled me this time, though,” you add, poking his side. “almost.” you look down at his red-streaked legs. his knees are also scraped and slightly bloody, but his eyes are twinkling with mirth. “sorry about your ankles.”

he sighs. “yeah. I think I’ll need someone to carry me back to camp.” 

you shake your head again with a chuckle, leaning your head on his shoulder. “you’re so full of shit.”

[dear-alex-chill]

Ducktales Story from Discord #1

Louie: what's the one thing mark Beaks doesn't have?

Webby: a brain?

Gyro: originality.

Scrooge: as much money as me

Fenton: Morals

Huey: an honest plan

Dewey: these sweet dance moves!!

Louie: all correct, but no.

Louie: he’s single

Scrooge and everyone: ooooooohhh

Mark beaks walks in: what’s so funny?

Everyone: nothing-

Louie and Gyro: your depressing life.

Webby: you tell him!

Scrooge: I’m too old for this-

Mark: Hey!! I- I HAVE MORE FOLLOWERS ON QUACK CHAT THAN YOU!!

Louie: oh please, when you’re the nephew of the richest duck in the world—*hold up phone*

Everyone wants to be your friend

Gyro: then how come you can’t get somebody to love?

Mark: speak for yourself robot dude

Fenton: well actually-

Gyro: Uh- yeah-

Mark: oh. Oh wait! Ohhhh!!! This is so going on my feed!

Louie: ha look at that.

Webby: never would’ve guessed

Louie: really?

Webby: no it was so obvious

Gyro: Why are you posting about something you don’t have?

Mark: it's just the way the world works nerd

Louie: got ‘em

Fenton: blathering blatherskite *summons arm

shoots phone*

Gyro: Yes, get him.

Mark: Hey!! Not cool Chico! Thankfully I have my backup phone..

Mark: y-yeah well I don’t see any of these kids having love lives!

Webby: actually *holds lena’s hand*

Louie: oooooOooooh what’re ya gonna do now Mark?

Mark: I am so not accepting your friend requests now!

Fenton: bold of you to assume any of us want to be your friends to begin with

Louie: you’ve been blocked

Gyro: ->- and plus, we actually have more with our lives other than looking at a screen all day.

Dewey: Yeah. Who wants to be friends with this jerk?

Huey: a masochist

Dewey: what now?

Louie: you mean like duckaplier?

Huey: yeah..

Mark: At least I have a social life. Unlike some Chicken I know..

Gyro: Excuse me?

Scrooge: alright Goldie stole the fountain of youth let’s go kids, before this..”thing” keeps talking

Mark: whatever old man. I got a business to run anyway

Louie: actually you’ve just been canceled

Mark: WHAT?!!??!

Louie: yeah, apparently you’re..just too “Mark beaks like”

Mark: *storming out of the room*

We'll see about that

Louie: hmm the moment he tries to tries to become trending I’ll cancel him again

Gyro: snickers

Dewey and Huey: Louie!

Gyro: No, please keep going green nephew.

Louie: whatttt? Im just doing what need to be done

Webby: looks like gyro has a favorite nephew

Louie: and now he’s been canceled again.

Gyro: I do not! All of you are equally annoying!

Fenton: what about me?

Huey: your his boyfriend-

Louie: and? He’s probably annoying to some extent

Gyro: You’re the most annoying! *mumbles* In the best way-

Mark: Awww #ship it!

Fenton: awwww

Gyro: WHA- Where did you come from!?

Louie: here comes the bride- all dressed in...uh tech

Gyro: ->- green nephew, I order you to stop

Louie: yeah alrighty

Webby: I swear I have no idea what’s going on anymore this conversation is just madness

Louie: uhh he’s trending somehow- and it looks like it’s just a bunch of picture of you and Fenton. He’s calling it #fenro

Gyro: What? Give me that! points to Louie’s phone

Louie: *hands it over*

Gyro: Oh this is ridiculous.

Fenton leans over to see the screen

Louie: yeah it’s gone viral everywhere

Gyro: *Shows Fenton* there

Fenton: grabs phone and stares

Gyro: well can we stop..whatever this is?

Gyro: And hey! I was holding that!

Louie: I’d cancel it, but then I might be canceled myself-

Fenton: scrolling though the tags they made fan art

Louie: I saw some links to fan fiction too

Gyro: WHAT.

Fenton: they made us kids

Mark beaks: Ha! I win

Louie: they do based on these pictures from mark’s new phone

Louie: they’re calling you the bottom

Gyro: I AM NOT!

Fenton: well how do they know that-

Louie: well whatever the truth is, they are now saying that they want a kiss pic from Mark, who probably won’t get that and then they’ll riot

Louie: we could also just give them a cuter couple

Louie: like Webby and Lena

Webby: wait What?

Louie: or Scrooge and Goldie

Huey: penumbra and mom

Dewey: Donald and daisy

Fenton: let’s just calm down, maybe we should just see if it goes away on its own

Lena: oh come on, we are the cutest couple to exist

Louie: doubt that’s ever gonna happen

Fenton: ummm *blasts all the phones in the room* solution!

Lena: well that’s one way to solve the problem ?

Louie: *pulls out another one* yeah you’re still trending

Fenton: *sighs*

Lena: okay never mind

Louie: our motto at Louie incorporated is always have a backup phone, and after that another backup

Mark: hey that was my motto first

Louie: are you sure about that?

Louie: cause now it’s mine and trending

Louie: a lie is simply a truth that has not been repeated enough times yet

Lena: he’s not wrong you know

Louie: ayyyy

Webby: LENA!

Louie: just listen to your girlfriend Webby, she’s clearly got the right idea

Huey: LOUIE!

Dewey: *posts this on Dewey Dew- night*

Mark: your just a kid! You can't possibly *looks down at phone to see Louie trending* Oh YOU-

Louie: wait, how long have you been filming for?

Dewey: the entire time

Louie: *looks over at mark* I told you it was mine

Mark: Whatever. I'll just start a new trend

Louie: too late I canceled you

Mark: *takes a selfie* Canceled Selfie!

Gyro: *sighs* will you ever shut up Beaks?

Mark beaks: i Don’t know Gryo when will you stop making evil inventions?

Gyro: Not until I crush you.

Mark: woah woah. Assassination is not a good look on you

Fenton: who said it was on him.

Webby: I don’t think it’s a good look on anyone

Louie: oh Webby, when you’re older you’ll understand

Mark: 'specially with your little project in tokyolk

Webby: and you do?

Gyro: *punches him*

Louie: uhhhhh yes?

Gyro: Now, what was that you said?

Fenton: oh my god *starts fanboying in spanish*

Mark: who PUNCHES a guy?!?!

Gyro: Me.

Louie: you’re not a guy, nor a man. Just sad little baby

Mark: *disgusted* Augh!

Huey : uhhh Dewey did you get that?

Louie: who relies on his it list mama

Dewey: yeah

Huey: should we be worried?

Dewey: nah

Gyro: No, not at all.

Louie: get out of here beaks

Mark: Fine! But I'll be back!

Scrooge walks in the room

Gyro: uhh, no you won’t

Louie: no you won’t

Scrooge: what in the blazes happened in here?!

Mark: Your children are maniacs!

Louie: Mark was bullying us

Gyro: It was simply business Mr. McDuck.

Scrooge: oh was he now?

louie pulls out puppy eyes

Scrooge: in that case, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!

Mark leaves mumbling: stupid grouchy old man

Louie: hah! Woo

Gyro: I can now finally get away from it.

Louie: you’re welcome?

Fenton: thanks. *pats on head*

Louie: HEY!

Huey: well with that settled-

Fenton: we should probably get back to whatever it is we were doing

Louie: which is?

Gyro: I actually do not know

Scrooge: Adventure!!

Louie: oh no not again

Gyro: Ah, yes. That.

Louie: *tries to walk away*

Scrooge: Now where are you going lad?

Louie: I- Uh..I’m dying?

Lena: pffft nice

Gyro: What-

Gyro: What am I even doing here, I’m leaving this chaos

Louie: y-yeah came down with the common cold of uh WAIT FOR ME!

*runs after gyro*

Gyro: No, I won’t. *continues to walk away*

Fenton: Wait what about me?

Louie: I promise to not speak or even breathe!

Gyro: hmmmm. No

Gyro: well if you don’t hurry up Cabrera then I’m leaving you

Louie: Fenton can I come? *puppy eyes*

Fenton: yes-

Gyro: *sighs* fine.

Webby: it feels like we’ve been talking for 53 years!

Lena: I know right

Huey: I know what you mean, I feel like I’m being controlled by a teen and typing out unoriginal dialogue in a phone

Credit to the Discord Chat (for making this a proper story), specifically:

@shadybelievercat

Queen_of_bread

Neighborhood Nerd

[dietcokeangel2004]

Taking control

Stuart Twombly x Dom! Reader

Warnings:

• Sub! Stuart

• Mistress kink

• Strap on

• Praise kink

• Lewd writing

• Begging

• Edging

• Nipple play

• Face slapping

Stuart Twombly. Where to begin. He was your best friend but also happened to be boyfriend. Yup he’s a dick but you knew this when you got involved with the beanie wearing asshat. But he’s honestly the best thing ever, and the sex life is the best.

You never would imagine that you’d be into being the dominant one **ever** during sex. But when Stuart suggested it one day awhile back it kinda became a thing that occasionally happened behind closed doors.

You never really ever thought of it with anyone before, not even with Stuart, until he mentioned it. Not gonna lie, you were super nervous when you first tried it. Not only did you not know what the fuck you were doing, but that fact that you didn’t know how you were supposed to act.

But you’re quite surprised how well you learned and became a natural pro at making Stuart shiver and squeal underneath you. As time went on and you guys played this way, you became more confident about teasing and taking control.

And today you were feeling particularly in the need of having Stuart quivering for you. Knowing Stuart will of course be on his phone even at work, an idea forms in your beautiful brain. You leisurely search through your sex drawer looking for something to send him that’ll drive him up the wall.... and his pants down.

Picking up a beautiful light blue strap on and attaching it to the straps that sling around your hips. You hmmm as you pull it on over your leggings. Grabbing your phone you snap it from an angle where he can see how long it is and how your hand is casually stroking it. Writing out a teasingly sext *hey little prince, can’t wait to see you after work.*You hit send, and pull off the strap on while waiting for a reply.

A ding from your phone notified you that Stuart had seen and messaged you back. Heading to check it you look at what it says.

*Oh fuckkkk!!! I’m at work!!!*

You groan out loud, what a dumbass he shouldn’t be on his phone at work. So you tell him just that.

* Well then, sorry to inform you but you wouldn’t have a problem at work if you weren’t on your phone kitten*

You snicker to yourself as you pick out a pretty bra to wear for the night. You always preferred wearing a bra or shirt when using a strap on. It felt weird just having them flop everywhere dogging Stuart. Another ding.

* okay you’re right but still, are you trying to kill me?! I have to try to leave work in a half an hour with this!*

You chuckle out loud knowing exactly what Stuart must look like right now. Flushed face, ears bright pink, sweaty hands constantly being wiped on his pants, jittery legs and last but by far not the least, the huge noticeable tent in his beige khakis.

* I know lol. They’ll call security because they’ll think you’re trying to smuggle a gun 😂*

You decided to leave your phone after that knowing that he’ll just be complaining the whole damn time.

A half an hour later Stuart was stumbling through the door.

“ Hey, baby! Umm is that what we’re doing tonight?” Stuart eagerly questioned. He was nervously scratching the back of his neck, already knowing the answer, already awaiting the actions to follow.

“Mmmm babyboy I think we both know that’s what we’re doing tonight.” You skitter out as you grab him by the tie, gently pulling him to your room.

“ Strip.” You demand, while analyzing your nails. Stuart lets out a loud moan, already hard as a diamond.

He kicks off his shoes and socks, next to go is his pants. He’s struggling so you take pity on your baby and start undoing his tie and buttons on his shirt, while he finished trying to strip off his pants. He looks at you while going to sit on the bed. But your quicker as you grab his arm and spin him back around. Whimpering he looks at you with submission and eyes questioning what he’s done wrong.

You quirk an eyebrow and slutty whisper “I said strip, you don’t look very naked to me now do you little bunny?”

“Ohhh, m’sorry.” Stuart stammered as he started to pull off his America Eagle boxers.

“ um you’re sorry what? Hmmm?” You demandingly questioned the pale man.

once boxer clad now naked, Stuart open mouthed stared at you and porngraphically moaned. It reverberated off the walls. Loud and whiny he huffed “ I’m sorry mistress.”

“Mmm such a good boy!” You gleam at him while you shove him semi roughly onto the bed. He groans out as you pick up his favourite strap on. You pull it on as you grab the lube and smear it along your slender fingers. Stuart watched you with hooded eyes already whimpering and begging you to fuck him. He got like this a lot, whiny, whimpering and babbling incoherent things.

He liked it when he had to beg for it, and you liked making him beg. As you stretched him and scissored his asshole, you spoke dirty sinful things out into the open of the room.

“ Do you like this baby? Hmm do you like it when you take it in the ass for you mistress? Do you like taking it in the ass from your mistress?? Hmmm such a good little boy!” And with that a big sloppy kiss was placed on the middle of his stomach, right above his angry red dick. He was spread out on his back with his legs spread and his already leaking cock laying on his stomach. He was blushing beet red and flailing his hands around above his head.

“ yes mistress, oh, oh, oh I love it!! I love taking it in the the ass for you mistress!!! Mmmmh augh!! I’m a good little boy! Ohhhhh mistress please another!” Stuart babbled and pleaded while one hand covered and rubbed his blushing face.

“And who’s good little boy are you baby?” You added the third finger while you started to stroke his big pretty cock. Yes you just described Stuart’s dick as pretty. You never would have thought of a dick as pretty, but when you seen Stuart’s you downright whined and told him that he had the prettiest cock on earth. So thinking of this, you decided to tell your little slut below you.

“ ohhh I’m yours! All yours mistress! I- I- I”

“Now you just have the prettiest cock ever don’t you baby? Oh I love it!!!” You interrupted a mumbling Stuart and pulled your sticky fingers out of him. he whined at the loss of your petite fingers, but when he seen you smearing lube all over the strap on he let out a strangled moan throwing his head back.

He liked it when he had to beg for it, and you liked making him beg.

“ What do you want baby, huh?? Oh what’s wrong!?” You teased his hole with the tip of the strap on.

“ Mistressssss!!!” He whines out.

“Whattttt??” You mocked his whiney voice while pushing just the tip inside of his taut hole and pulling back out.

He struggled to form a sentence... or any words at all.

“Mis- mis- mistress! Please I, I want you to fuck me!” He groaned out. Head thrown back, holding his legs apart for you. Spread and ready, just how you like him.

“Now baby, we both know you can do better than that!” You reassured the flustered male beneath you.

You decided to make him struggle even more and played with his sensitive nipples. While he was attempting to put together his best sentences you toyed with his nipples. You tweaked, tugged, twisted and rolled them in between your nimble fingers. Stuart mewled out at the feeling, his cock leaking. He wouldn’t last very long once you finally started, which was okay. He didn’t have too and usually didn’t. To you both it didn’t matter how long he lasted when you guys did this. As long as he achieved an amazing orgasm and whatever he needed to get out.

“Please mistress I need you to fuck me! I’m begging you! Mmmm I need to feel my release from you mistress! I need you! I need you to fuck my little boy pussy mistress!!” Stuart practically hollered out. He had his hands hooked under his knees holding his legs open and apart.

“Oh baby! Now that’s a good dirty little boy isn’t it! We both knew you had it in you kitten!” You plunged into him while continuing playing with his nipples. Stuart nearly shrieked at the feeling of your false cock filling him. You started off with nice long deep thrusts. Gradually you got harder, rougher and quicker. He continued babbling underneath you, his big cock leaking pre-cum all over his chest and treasure trail. He was close, so close. You knew he needed something else, but as usual he liked it when he had to beg for it, and you liked making him beg.

“What’s wrong baby, hmm?? What mistress’s baby boy need??”

“Oh! I-I-I ohhhh!!! I- please smack mistress!”

You cut him off as soon as the words left his mouth. The contact of skin slapping skin echoed through the apartment. With a strangled gawking noise, Stuart came exploding white strings of cum all over his chest and your stomach. You slowed your motions and pulled out of him slowly. Taking off the strap on you pull him up putting him under the covers. Lying with him for a couple of minutes, both calmingly catching your breathes and listening to the comfortable safe silence between you two. This was your safe spot. Not in the bed, or in the apartment. But with each other. You could be anywheres and you’d both know that you’d be safe and happy if you were anywheres with each other. With that soft thought, and a soft smile for your lover, you head out to the kitchen for some water. When your re-entered the room your baby was fast asleep. You curled up beside and kissed his forehead. When he would wake later in the evening or in the morning, you’d have something made for him to eat and help him into the shower.

[krizaland]

I’m sorry if I’m bothering you but I just love your work!! But can you imagine that instead of y/n and dib getting stuck in the Zimvoid, zim and dib would be stuck in a y/n-void? Again, sorry if I’m bothering you, I love your work, keep it up!!

I LOVE IT!! LET’S DO IT!!!

Be warned: There are obsessive and creepy behaviors ahead. While there won’t be anything sexual in my story, things still may get disturbing.

Here’s the original song I used but be warned it’s nsfw. Because of this some of the lyrics have been changed.

The day you went missing was the day Zim and Dib finally put their differences aside to track you down.

However, where they ended up made their jaws drop and their hearts flutter.

They had somehow ended up on a planet full of copies of you!

There were versions of you of all shapes, sizes and even species!

Luckily Zim had a sample of your DNA so at least he could the you from his timeline.

“Ok, we need a plan to save our Y/N! We-”

Dib was cut off by a very excited GIR.

“OOH! OOH! I HAVE AN IDEA!”

And with that, GIR went running off into a group of yous before Zim could even try to stop him.

“HEY! Are you my Unicorn?!” GIR asked a you with fairy wings.

“No. I’m not a unicorn and I don’t even know who you are.” The you huffed as they folded their arms.

“Okie dokie!” GIR giggled as he walked off to another you wearing a pirate costume.

“Are you my Unicorn?”

“No. I am no Unicorn, landlubber!  I be Captain Y/N! The fiercest space pirate that ever roamed the galaxies!” The you announced dramatically.

“Ooh! Ok! Bye!”

And with that, GIR trotted off to a random pipe.

“Hey! Are you my Unicorn?”

The pipe said nothing as it sat on the ground.

“That’s ok take your time.” GIR reassured as he patted the pipe.

“GRAHH! GIR! Looks like I’ll have deal with him later. Right now I need to focus on my sweet Y/N!” Zim growled as he dragged a hand down his face.

“Well like I said, we need a plan! Do you have any ideas?” Dib groaned as he folded his arms.

“Of course I do! Zim always has a plan! ALWAYS!” Zim declared as he pointed to the sky.

“Ok, so what’s the plan, spaceboy?”

“The plan is…Uh…Um…”

“Seriously?! You don’t have any ideas at all?!” Dib interjected.

“OF COURSE I HAVE IDEAS! My plans are so amazing that your inferior human mind can’t comprehend them!” Zim lied as he snapped a finger in Dib’s face.

“Hey, if you boys are done fighting, I think I might be able to help.”

Dib and Zim whipped around and their jaws dropped.

What stood before them was an Irken you!

“Surprise! It’s another Y/N! The others call me Zoom though.” Zoom giggled as they gave a wink.

“Why do they call you, Zoom?” Dib asked as he rubbed the back of his he raised a brow.

“Because it sounds like a combination of Zim and doom so they other Y/Ns thought it was cute.” Zoom explained casually.

Zim’s PAK sparked a bit as he fought back the urge to stare into your F/C eyes.

Remembering how beautiful his you looked, Zim shook away his infatuation and cleared his throat.

“Yes, yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zoom-Y/N  but the Dib-monkey and I are searching for our Y/N. So just…run along now or whatever”

“Well, you’re gonna need someone to help you navigate this hellhole if you want to find them! So are you gonna except my help or not?” Zoom huffed as they put their hands on their hips.

“Ugh! Fine! Do you have any ideas?” Zim pouted as he folded his arms.

“I sure do! Follow me! I’ll take you back to the rebel camp where we can explain everything to you two!”

And with that, Zoom led Zim and Dib to the rebel camp.

There were tons of Y/Ns at the camp but none seemed to be human.

“Welcome to the rebel Y/N camp! Here you’ll find all the Y/Ns who don’t want to take orders from the cruel demon that trapped us here!” Zoom explained as they gestured to the camp.

“Wait, are all these Y/Ns not…human?” Dib asked as he looked around.

“Yup! Apparently his ‘royal majesty’ only likes human Y/Ns! Anyone who isn’t human is thrown here, to the dumps!” Zoom grumbled as they gestured for Zim and Dib to keep going.

Eventually, Zoom stopped before an Elderly Y/N who looked like a moth creature.

“You won’t believe what I found, Elder! A Zim and a Dib!” Zoom chirped as they gestured to Zim and Dib.

“We’ll I’ll be! I can’t believe you two actually made it here!” The Elder crooned as they leaned in closer.

“Can you please explain to us what’s going on now?” Dib asked as he raised his hand.

“Right! Of course! You poor boys must be so confused! Gather around and I’ll tell you the tale of how our horrible society came to be.”

And with that Zim and Dib plopped down before The Elder as they spun their tale.

A you with glowing eyes was led into Zib’s castle where he stood in the doorway waiting to greet them.

“It’s another night, with Y/Ns coming to see me. Such a pretty sight, waiting there for me.” Zib sang as he slowly emerged from the shadows.

The glowing eyed you gasped and tried to leave-

SLAM!

The door shut behind them as Zib carefully took their hand in his and pulled them close.

“Smiling away, what you do like any other day. Take me by the hand, let’s dance the night astray.” Zib sang as he pulled the glowing eyed you into a tight hug.

“He stole what was mine, so I took his life from him. All the power he had, lives on within me.”  Zib chuckled as he remembered how he defeated Zim and stole his PAK.

“Look into my eyes, This will make you listen really easy.”  Zib sang as he attached a blue collar around the glowing eyed you’s neck.

ZAP!

“Look into my eyes”

A bright blue haze clouded the you’s glowing eyes as they gazed into Zib’s yellowed ones

“Taken my surprise, you’ve fallen enchanted.” Zib smirked as he kissed the top of their head.

“A stolen PAK that’s fused to him, gave him the power to control us.” Sang the glowing eyed you as they stood next to Zib’s throne wearing blue robes.

“He wants to lure every Y/N to his castle, just to feel loved.” Sang a you with F/C skin and matching robes.

“Bringing us one by one he chose the fairest Y/N and we gave him all our trust.” Sang the glowing eyed you.

“He’s building up his harem!” Sang the F/C skinned you.

“Brainwashed by my special collars, they finally love me! Devotion in every word they say, I know they’ll stay.” Zib sang as he stroked the glowing eyed you’s head.

“Their fates are set, From their blood to their sweat they all belong to me!  Just as long as their eyes shine a blue hue!”  Zib wrapped his hands around the F/C skinned you’s tightly.

“Once my plans progress to get these Y/Ns in my grasp. Never nonetheless, these’s no use to escape from my madness!” Zib cackled as he threw his arms into the air.

“OH! AUGH! EW!! You’re telling me some DISGUSTING Dib-Monster has my sweet Y/N?!”

“Not just your Y/N, he has countless Y/Ns and if this keeps up, every Y/N in the multiverse will be trapped here!” The Elder warned.

Zim and Dib gasped in unison as the Elder continued the story.

“Fragments of my past, I would like to burn them all away! Throw away my shame! And let it decay!” Zib sang as he burned pictures of his former self.

You stood beside him and watched the flames devour the photos.

“I want to forget, the person that I used to be. People used to laugh, and make fun of me!”

You gently put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.

Zib’s eyes lit up the moment your hand touched his shoulder.

“Took them by the hands, as I told them, my sweet and simple plan.” Zib sang as he pulled you close to him.

Zib dipped you down and pulled you into a passionate kiss!

“Giving them a kiss was my only wish!”  Zib sang as he parted for air.

“You look just like the one, my friend since we were both so young. All you did was laugh and make fool of me!” Zib sniffled as he gripped your wrists tighter.

“Day by day, plenty of Y/Ns came to him from all over the multiverse.” You sang as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“One by one, all of us got lost as his evil plans got worse.” Sang an extremely tall you.

“Y/Ns got in entranced by him and soon lost their memories too!” You sang as you held one of Zib’s hands.

“Soon we didn’t even know what do to!” Sang the extremely tall you.

“My longing growing in darkness makes me desire more!  Infinitely, obsession spreading, without an ending!” Zib sang as he pulled you into his lap.

“Real or Trick? I’ll make you stick no matter how hard you try to leave! Deep and strong we’re making Zims cry and bleed! “ Zib sang as he pulled the extremely tall you back in place.

“Hating Zims and stealing the love of their angels. I’m the king of the night, it’s the madness that always felt right!” Zib sang as he kissed the top of your head.

“MADNESS! WE NEED TO PUT A STOP TO THIS AT ONCE!!” Zim screeched as he grasped the sides of his head.

“I never thought I’d say this but Zim’s right! We can’t let that weird Zim..Dib hybrid get away with this!” Dib agreed as he pointed to the sky.

“That’s why I brought you two here so we can discuss a-”

“WAIT! I HAVE A PLAN! Yes…An ingenious plan…” Zim interjected as he rubbed his hands together.

“Ok, I do not like that look on your face.” Dib muttered as he backed away from Zim.

“Zoom-Y/N! Do you still have access to some of your tech?” Zim asked as he turned his attention to Zoom.

“I think so. Why? What do you plan on doing with it?” Zoom asked as they checked their PAK.

“You’ll see…You’ll see…”

Within a few moments, Zim and Dib were dressed exactly like you.

“Really Zim?! This is your plan?! This never gonna work!” Dib whined as he gestured to his poorly constructed costume.

“Nonsense! Of course it will work! Zim is a master of disguise! Now hurry! Let’s retrieve Y/N before that REVOLTING DIB-WORM gets his Dib filth all over them!” Zim urged as he curled his fingers in front of his face.

“Are you kidding me?! Zim these disguises are total dookie! There’s no way anyone’s gonna be convinced by these!” Dib whined as he tugged on his disguise.

“OOH! Are you my unicorn?” GIR asked as he skipped over to Dib.

“No. I’m Dib.” Dib replied as he raised a brow.

“Ok! Are you my unicorn?” GIR asked as he turned his attention to Zim.

“No. It’s me GIR. See?” Zim chuckled as he lifted off a part of his disguise.

“Oh! Hi master!” GIR chirped with a wave.

“See? Flawless disguises! No let’s get going already!”

Dib wanted to protest but he didn’t want to keep you waiting either.

“Wait! I’m coming with you guys!” Zoom insisted as they ran after Zim and Dib.

“If those guys can’t help us I don’t know who can.” The Elder sighed as they shook their head.

After a long and grueling journey, Zim, Dib, and Zoom finally made it to Zib’s castle.

“Looks like you boys are on your own from here! Are you sure your ready?” Zoom asked softly.

“Well actually-”

“OF COURSE WE ARE!” Zim interjected.

“Alright. Good luck! I’m going to see if I can find a way to send everyone back to their home timelines.”

And with that, Zoom rushed off to search for a way to send the Y/Ns home.

Zim took in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

CREAK!

The door slowly opened as a familiar voice echoed from within:

“Come in my sweets~”

Zim and Dib carefully made their way into Zb’s castle.

SLAM!

The door slammed behind them as Zib emerged from the shadows.

“Well, Well what have we here?”

“Um, just two lost Y/Ns…” Dib giggled as he tried to imitate your voice.

Yes, I can see that. Come closer will you? I don’t bite.” Zib chuckled as he motioned for Dib to come closer.

Dib swallowed hard as he carefully approached Zib.

Zib chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Dib’s waist.

“Typical, Y/N. Always so tense…You know you really don’t have to-ACK!”

CLANG!

Zib was cut off by Zim smacking him upside the head with one of his weapons.

“Let’s go find our Y/N!” Zim growled as he dragged Dib along.

It didn’t take long for Zim and Dib to find you.

“Y/N!” Zim and Dib exclaimed in unison.

“We are all Y/N here….” Your voice was cold and robotic as you stared up at them with hazy blue eyes.

“Y-Y/N! What happened to you?!” Dib yelped.

“WHAT HAS THAT AWFUL DIB DONE TO YOU?!” Zim demanded as he shook your shoulders.

“He is not awful. He has opened my eyes and now I am free….” You responded as your eyelids lowered.

“NO! Y/N! SNAP OUT OF IT! JUST- Eh?” Zim suddenly noticed the bright blue collar wrapped around your neck.

“What’s- AH HA! THIS MUST BE WHY YOU’RE ACTING ALL WEIRD AND STUFF!”

Before you could protest, Zim pulled out a small laser from his PAK

ZAP!

CRACK!

CLANG!

With one swift cut, you were freed from your collar as it clattered to the ground.

The blue haze faded from your eyes as they returned to their normal color.

“Urgh…What happened?” You groaned.

“Y/N! YOU’RE BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF!” Zim cheered as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I never thought I’d say this but…You did it Zim..” Dib admitted as he rubbed his arm.

“Yes! Yes I did! I AM ZIM! Now let’s free all the other Y/Ns before that VILE Dib-thing wakes up”

And with that, You, Zim and Dib went around the castle and freed every single version of you.

“I think that was the last of em.” Zim panted as another collar clattered to the ground.

“Great job guys! Now we can get out of here!” You chuckled as you pulled Zim and Dib into a hug.

Zim and Dib giggled as they melted into your embrace.

Once you released them they composed themselves and prepared to leave.  You, Zim, and Dib were just inches away from the door when-

“Not so fast!”

All three of you whipped around to find Zib glaring daggers at Zim and Dib.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you leave here with all of my beloved Y/Ns did you?” Zib growled as he drew closer.

“It’s over you..Zib creature you! All of the Y/Ns have been freed!” Dib stuttered as he put his hands on his hips.

“Don’t call me by that name. And I’ll have you know that all of the Y/Ns are HUH?!”

Zib’s eyes nearly burst out of his cracked glasses!

All of the Y/Ns were running out of the castle!

“Guards! Guards! Stop them!” Zib pleaded but he was too late, for every last Y/N had left the castle.

“N-No…No! No!!!!!!” Zib wailed as he clutched the sides of his head.

“Well, looks like it’s time for us to leave now!” Dib stuttered as he tried to guide you out of the castle.

FWIP!

You, Zim, and Dib were captured in a massive mechanical tentacle.

“None of you are going anywhere! You may have chased off my harem but I still have the most beautiful Y/N of them all and I refuse to ever let them leave my side!” Zib seethed as he stormed closer.

BOOM!

Zim had squeezed out a blaster from his PAK and blasted you and Dib free.

“Hurry! We don’t have much time!”

And with that, Zim grabbed your hand and rushed you out the door.

“Wait for me!!!” Dib cried as he ran after you and Zim.

“WAIT! NO!! YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM FROM ME-ACK!”

THUD!

The remains of the tentacle fell on top of Zib.

“N-No!! Y/N! Wait! I didn’t even get to tell you I loved you….”

“Geez. What a creep. Are you alright, Y/N?” Zim asked as he took off his disguise.

“Yeah, I think so. My head hurts though.” You sighed as you rubbed your head.

“Well hopefully we can fix that when we get you home.” Zim kissed your cheek as he let you back to the Voot Cruiser.

“Wait! What about the other mes?” You asked as you climbed in.

“Don’t worry about them! I’ve already taken care of it!” Zoom reassured as they zipped over to you.

“Really? What did you do, Irken-me?” You asked as you peeked over at Zoom.

“I found this Dimensional Zapper thingy and reprogramed it.” Zoom explained nonchalantly.

“Oh that makes sense.”

“Well. It was nice working with you, Zoom-Y/N. Now it’s time for us to part ways!” Zim announced as he started up the Voot.

“Wait! Are you my unicorn?!” GIR asked as he hopped into your lap.

“Yes. Yes. I am.” You chuckled as you patted GIR’s head.

“Yay!!” And with that, Zim closed the Voot and flew off.

Dib hopped into Tak’s ship and followed suit.

You were the last Y/N to go, leaving Zib all alone.

“No! Please don’t go…”

[gaamagirl565]

Matters of the heart S2 ep 9

Matters of the heart Season 2 Episode 9

Going under {OPENING CREDITS} {Open to raps turning over in bed and she realizes Eugene isn’t next to her; she gets up and looks around} Rapunzel: Eugene? Eugene: Out here, Sunshine… {She looks and sees him out on the balcony; she puts on her robe and walks out to him and hugs him from behind} Rapunzel: The sun is only barely Rising, how long have you been out here? Eugene:  maybe 20 minutes... I don't know. Rapunzel: a penny for your thoughts? { Eugene shows her a scrap of paper} Rapunzel:  what is that? Eugene:  I didn't want to wake you... another message from The Cult. Rapunzel:  do they ever give up? Eugene:  they’re never going to stop... not until they get what they want.  and with every passing day, the state of our kingdom grows more dangerous. Rapunzel:  we can't attack... we don't know where they are. according to Varian, they keep moving their hideout. as much as I hate to compliment them it's a smart tactic no one can ever pin them down. Eugene:  that and we don't know their numbers... we could outnumber them or they could outnumber us... it's just a giant game of what-ifs. Rapunzel: And whatever we choose next... could decide the fate of Corona. Eugene:  if we continue to ignore them they'll just keep attacking.  starting to feel like our only choice to protect our people is to agree. Rapunzel:  Varians’ not going to be too happy about that... I have an idea! Eugene:  I'm willing to go with anything right now. Rapunzel: what if you send them a response and say you're willing to meet and talk about a peaceful resolution. Eugene: the only peaceful resolution they want is us giving up the shard. Rapunzel:  I wasn't done... I was going to say go meet with them and discuss a time for an official Exchange.  however, you tell me where the meeting place will be and we'll Ambush them with Corona's finest.  everyone will be safe and the moonstone shard will be safe! Eugene:...actually that doesn't sound like too much of a bad idea they wouldn't really see it coming. The only obstacle would be getting Varian and Isaiah involved. Rapunzel: See?  I still got it! Eugene:  it never left you, Sunshine. {he smooches her; cut to Varian working on a new invention and Isaiah coming down the stairs} Isaiah: Mor-... what am I looking at? Zapada: Copilul mea, I've been here since the beginning of this morning and I don't even know what I'm looking at. Varian: BEHOLD! I give you the cooler! Isaiah:... the what? Varian:  well with Summer here I thought it'd be a good idea to make an invention to allow Cooling air to be transferred throughout one's house. Zapada:  how does one work such a thing? Varian:  I'm glad you asked!  Ice goes through the top here and I pour my alchemical solution of my own design into this little hole here.  the solution keeps the ice nice and crisp while the fan here blows the cool air across the room. Isaiah:  that's... actually not a bad idea dad. Varian: Wanna help me fire it up? Zapada: you mean Ice it up? Varian:...I love you. Isaiah: Okay enough with that, please.  I haven't even had my breakfast yet and I already feel nauseous. Varian: Alright relax... when I pour the solution in, just pull the lever over there. Isaiah: got it! {Varian goes to pour the solution and Isaiah grabs the handle of the lever; as he prepares to push it forward he stops} Varian: Buddy? {Isaiah twitches and looks up with pink and green eyes} Varian: oh no… {Isaiah smirks evilly and kicks him to the floor} Varian: OOF!...gh..Zapada! RUN! Get the syringe! {Zapada goes as fast as she can into the other room; Isaiah kicks Varian while he’s down} Varian: Augh!...Isaiah..c’mon buddy I know your in there fight it! Isaiah: shut up… {Isaiah steps on him; Draki slithers onto Varian’s back and hisses with his hood up} Isaiah: stupid snake… {Isaiah kicks him to the side; Zapada runs up behind Isaiah with a syringe} Varian: Sorry buddy… {Varian grabs Isaiah’s arm and flips him over pinning him to the ground} Isaiah: AH! *growls* {Varian grabs the syringe and pulls the cap off with his teeth before injecting Isaiah} Isaiah: GAH! {Varian keeps him pinned and after a few minutes Isaiah’s eyes return to normal and he blinks a few times} Isaiah: W-What happened? Varian:  you went feral again… Isaiah:... sorry. Zapada:  don't apologize... you're clearly not yourself when that happens. Isaiah: did I hurt any of you!? Varian: not too bad no... your old man's been through much worse than a possessed 13 year old. {Isaiah looks over to his side and bolts up} Isaiah: DRAKI! {He runs over but stops when Draki hisses at him} Isaiah: Draki? Draki: *slithers away* Isaiah: Draki wait! I didn’t mean it! I-... Varian: Give him some time buddy... you really did a number on him. Zapada: I'm actually surprised he did not bite you! Isaiah: Draki has never bitten me before... I wouldn't expect him to start now.  I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt any of you. {Varian pulls him into a hug} Varian: It’s okay now buddy… Isaiah: no it's not!  it's never going to be okay! not as long as I have this!  I'm just going to keep hurting people.  This stupid power grows stronger but I can slowly feel myself dying and I don't know wh- Varian: WHAT!? Isaiah: I...I just-... I need to be alone… {Isaiah runs out the door} Varian: Isaiah!...oh… Zapada:  like you said before... give him time. Varian….dying? {Cut to an alleyway with Eugene walking in with a hooded cloak draped around him we see two eyes in the darkness of the ally} Vergus: Your Majesty's so nice of you to meet us here… Eugene: what's skip the pleasantries and get to business shall we? {Larkspur steps out of the darkness with two others} Larkspur: now now your majesty... is that any way to treat your guests. and in my opinion, you could have chosen a better meeting place than a dirty alleyway. Eugene:  and most of the people that you've been trying to convince aren't exactly jumping at the idea of meeting you you're lucky I'm even considering it. Larkspur:  I always find it hilarious that people are not willing to listen until you give them the right reasons.  for some people it's money, others its power,  and then there's those where you just have to push the right buttons. Eugene: get on with it already… Larkspur:  fine then... we are willing to set up an exchange.   we are willing to meet on neutral territory owned by no Kingdom. you see some of our members have some past issues with Corona and I'd hate to put my loyal followers through distress. Eugene: how very considerate of you... I know a neutral territory not too far from here.  the North Shore Cliffs overlooking the bay. No Kingdom really holds any ownership over it. Larkspur:  how very Grand. Eugene: I need to make sure you'll keep your word though. Larkspur: why your majesty you wound me.  Do you truly think I'm willing to kill all of you and just take the Moonstone Shard for myself? Eugene: yes… Larkspur:  you're right that would be the easy way.  and it would be quite fun.  however, it's risky there's always the chance I could lose. this is the most Surefire way that I'd be getting what I want. So I'll tell you what we're going to do.  we'll meet on the territory at about noon next Wednesday.  sound good?  We’ll suck the magic out of the alchemist’s little brat,  you give us the Moonstone Shard and we'll be on our way. Eugene:  alright... the North Shore Cliffs at noon next Wednesday. Larkspur: it’s a date then… {she blows a kiss at him} Eugene: ew… Larkspur: Come on boys...let's go home.  I have arrangements to make. Both: Yes mistress. {They all turn to leave} Eugene: ick..Dare I say it but she's worse than Stalyan. {Cut back to Varian’s house; Isaiah slowly opens the door to the front parlor room; he looks over to a candle on the mantle, above it is a portrait of Quirin; he walks over to it} Isaiah: ...I wish you were here. you’d know what to do. Varian: yeah he would… Isaiah: Ah! Varian: Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Isaiah:... sorry for freaking you out earlier. Varian: you didn't freak me out if anything I was worried for you. tell you what I think I have a way to fix all this. Isaiah: hmm? Varian: I have an old invention of mine...It was kind of destroyed before but I found the old parts and put it back together.  it's able to analyze anything down to a molecular structure. Have to warn you it's not going to be comfortable at all but it could give us some answers on this power that you were given. You willing to give it a try? {Isaiah takes a deep breath} Isaiah: will you be there? Varian: I'll be working the machine I swear I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Isaiah: Okay... let's do this but first I need to go get something! {He runs up the stairs and some crash is heard before he runs back down holding a stuffed animal} Varian:  your stuffed bunny? Isaiah:  his name is bun thank you very much! and I'm not doing this without him. Varian:  okay okay.  you can hold bun while the tests are being done... hey that kind of rhymed… Isaiah: I'm doomed… {Fade to the dungeon at the cults HQ; Noremoth lays still on his side} Cassandra: noremoth?..you alive over there? Noremoth: ..ngh… {The door to the dungeon opens loudly startling them both; Larkspur walks up to Noremoth’s cell} Larkspur: Are My Little Darlings getting along? Cassandra: piss off… Larkspur: tsk tsk...how very naughty. Noremoth: What..what do you want? Larkspur: we finally got the king to agree to a meeting. Noremoth: and I should care why?  last time I checked you locked me up in a cell. Larkspur:  you wanted to end this peacefully will now we have the chance to and I need this to go off without a hitch.  I'm willing to forgive you for your past indiscretions… Noremoth:  what's the catch? you never do things for free... Larkspur:  you will not be getting your position of second-in-command back. you have to earn our trust back and then maybe I'll throw you a bone until then you'll be at the very bottom of the totem pole around here.  our troop can get a little overzealous I need to make sure if they don't get ahead of themselves during the meeting and they respect you. Cassandra: Heh.  what are you saying they won't listen to you? Are you saying they don't respect you? {Larkspur whips around and grabs Cassandra’s throat pulling her against the cell bars} Cassandra: Augh! Larkspur: THEY FEAR ME! that's better than respect! Noremoth:  I'll do what you say just let her go! {She drops Cassandra; Cassandra gasps and coughs} Larkspur: but it's because they fear me but I need Noremoth... I need someone to keep the troops calm.  someone who has a level head.  and even though I'd like to admit I'm perfect I tend to have a quick temper. I'm not looking to lose any more people. so do we have a deal? Noremoth: fine… Cassandra: Wait! Larkspur:  what is it, Vessel? Cassandra:  Noremoth is practically wasting away.  he needs to gain his strength back! start bringing him regular meals and fresh clean water.  you want this to go off without a hitch, you better have a healthy person commanding your troops Larkspur: ... I will take that into consideration. until then welcome back, Norie… {She walks away} Noremoth: Cassandra? Cassandra: yeah? Noremoth: Th-thanks. {Cut to the lab; Isaiah is in the machine being shaken around before it stops} Isaiah: owww… Varian: If I'm going to keep using this machine me I should work on the tests a little. Isaiah:  no, you think? Varian:  you only have two more to go don't worry. Isaiah:  you said don't worry for the last 55 tests. and let me tell you, Dad, My worry is only growing! {Varian folds down his goggles} Isaiah: why are you folding down your- {Lightning zaps through the machine} Isaiah: AHH! {Varian bites his lip as he watches; the lightning stops and Isaiah slumps forward} Varian:...oh no..Isaiah!? Are you okay!? {Pink crackles of magic form around him as he twitches} Varian: Isaiah!? {Suddenly Isaiah arches his back in a horrific scream as pink electricity zaps around the lab; Isaiah’s eyes are glowing green and pink} Varian: NO! {Varian runs over to the emergency shut off and presses the button as the last test singles it has finished; Isaiah collapses against the Machine as smoke and steam rise from him; Varian runs over and undoes the straps on the machine; he brings Isaiah to the floor and holds him} Varian: Isaiah!? Are you okay? C’mon wake up, breathe buddy! {Isaiah coughs and hacks} Varian: oh thank goodness...i’m so sorry buddy...never again okay? Never. Isaiah: d-dad? Varian: yeah? Isaiah: what about... the results? Varian: the res...right! {He helps Isaiah up and grabs the paper from the machine as Varian reads it he is pacing} Varian: okay...so according to the results what the cult told us is true. It was transferred via blood.  it's very strong... it seems to be growing in strength just as you said.  its wavelength is off the charts. I don't think I've experienced this raw power since… {Show a quick flash of Cassandra and Rapunzel fighting in Cassandra’s tower; Varian shakes his head and continues reading} Varian: ... what your physical results... you are getting weaker...it looks like… Isaiah: it looks like what!? Varian: as your getting weaker the magic gets stronger... it's like it's feeding off of you. every time you have an outburst it feeds more off of you...  the cult must have been giving Cassandra treatment so she’d be able to maintain it. Isaiah: so what does that mean for me? Varian:... Isaiah: dad come on I need to know this! Varian: if you continue at the rate you're going.  you'll get weaker day by day... until eventually, you can't fight it anymore. Isaiah:  it's... it's going to kill me? Varian: NO!..no. {he rushes over and forces Isaiah to look at him} Varian:  I'm not going to let it do that to you... you're going to be fine okay? we'll find a way around this we always do! I'm not going to let anything happen to you... that’s a promise okay? {Isaiah throws himself into his father’s arms and Varian hugs back tightly; he looks up with tear-filled eyes} {END CREDITS}

[fallenhero-rebirth]

Ortega Romance snippet

Just because apparently I am a soft sap who can’t write fight scenes.

m!Ortega, m!Sidestep, had a thing in the past, it's complicated in the present. Reluctantly flirting. Ortega is not suspicious. There is a mustache, deal with it. Sidestep has to. Apologies for butchered Spanish. Smoking vice. SPOILERS. Set after a dinner, after the auction.

You take the stairs, because of course you do. Ortega lives on the second floor, in a building fancy enough to have a doorman. A doorman that remembers you. You're not sure if that's good or bad, but you browsed his thoughts while Ortega chatted, and he seems to be of the old fashioned type. Whatever he sees stays with him. And he likes Ortega.

Of course. Everyone likes Ortega.

"I can't believe you brought me to that stupid bar again," you mutter just to have something to complain about as you follow him upstairs. There's a momentary flashback of another stairwell, another time you saw his back disappear ahead of you. You make sure to stick close this time.

"Hey, Hoots is not stupid, it's safe." Ortega glances back over his shoulder, and you wonder if he ever remembers. If he ever regrets. You don't know. You won't know. His mind is soothing static leaving you scrambling for purchase. "I thought you wanted to keep your face out of the paper?"

"I suppose you have a point there." You step close as he unlocks the door, suddenly paranoid. There's no need to be, this isn't a trap, but all your instincts scream at you to beware. Be careful. "But still..."

"Tell you what," he says, with the biggest smile below that ridiculous mustache. "Let me take you on a date and I'll take you someplace fancy enough they'll look down their nose even at me."

"Hah," you say, elbowing him in the side as you walk past him, into the once familiar safety of his apartment. "That sounds about as unlikely as you getting rid off that thing you're sporting on your face."

"Thing?" He gives you a look of mock horror as he locks the door, activating the alarms with an isolated touchpad. Huh. Looks like someone got more paranoid since last you were here.

"I suppose it's not my business if you want to go around looking like the third Mario brother," you mutter, doing your usual scan of your surroundings. The layout is the same, the furniture is new. Still the same chunky low-tech style that he favors. Still the full bookcase. The TV looks brand new, how many has he replaced since you were here last? Electronics rarely last.

"The third..." he breaks off in an angry mutter, heading for the kitchen. "I'm not Italian!" he shouts from back there, a sad comeback line, remembered too late.

"I'm getting you a cap," you shout back. "In proper Ranger's blue, would you like that Mr Plumber?" The beer thrown at you doesn't reply, but you catch it effortlessly and give him a crooked grin. That one struck home.

"You know what?" Ortega opens his beer with a sigh, before tossing you the bottle opener. "Go on a date with me and I'll shave it off."

"Don't be ridiculous." You open your beer, tossing the bottle opener at Ortega's forehead. Bullseye.

"So you do like it," he chuckles, raising his beer in a toast. You answer it reluctantly.

"You look ridiculous, but why would I have to go on a date with you to get you to realize that?"

"Because I miss you." The answer is surprisingly heartfelt in the midst of your banter, and you're not prepared. "I miss us."

"Idiot." You look away, taking another sip of beer.

"Probably. Doesn't make it less true." How does he shift gears like that? Too fast, too sure of himself. That was always what brought you down in the past, ending you up in situations you couldn't recover from without revealing too much. You don't mind fencing, but it's annoying when you can't read your opponents mind.

"It's been over nine months since I got back, you'd think you would have gotten the hint by now."

"Or you." Ortega keeps looking at you, lounging casually against the couch. This is dangerous, it's too easy to slip back into comfortable memories with him. You don't need those, you need the pain.

"What happened to the old couch? I thought that one was indestructible." You give the new one a kick, a not too gentle one. "Threw it out?" You had made out on that couch more than once. Did it have too many memories?

"It sort of got blown up," he admits sheepishly. "Along with half my stuff. So it wasn't that indestructible."

"$!{swear}." You give him a stern look, but he keeps a straight face. It looks like the truth and you hate that you can't tell. "What happened?" Is that the reason for the increased security? What did he get himself into when you weren't around to drag him out of trouble?

"Poked the wrong bear. It was just a warning shot, I wasn't even home at the time." He shrugs and walks over to the window, pulling down the blinds. Is the paranoia getting to him?

"Or they set the timer wrong." You walk over to him, punching him in the side. Not as teasing as you had planned to, because he's an idiot who could get himself killed.

"Ow," he says, wincing a little, and you can see that he's fighting not to rub his side. "We have upped security since then."

"Good," you mutter, because you're the only one that gets to take him down.

"So you do care about me." The words are too unadorned to be joked about, so you settle for a shrug.

"I'm stupid that way." You are. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be drinking a beer in his apartment, thinking dangerously about the past. Thinking about the way he keeps looking at you...

Like you'd disappear if he took his eyes off you. Like you're a part of his life. Like you didn't just die and disappear and then come back as a ghost of the man you were. The man he...

"I never got to tell you." Ortega's voice is so low you can hardly pick out the words.

"Tell me what?" You can feel your face twitch, but you don't look up at him. That would be giving up. Giving in.

"That I was in love with you."

"$!{sweat}!" The curse slips out and you look up, falling for the bait, and of course he's looking at you. Of course he is. His eyes are far too brown for his own good. "Where did that come from?"

"I never got to tell you back then. I waited too long. So I'm telling you now."

"Why? What good will that do?" You feel the anger rush to your defense as always. "It's in the past."

"I'm not sure that it is." Ortega doesn't flinch as you step closer, just shields his beer a little in case you were to take a swing at him. "It still hurts."

"Of course it hurts," you are so close to just slugging him, instead you just turn around and walk away, not turning back until there is a safe distance between you. He hasn't moved. "You're delusional. Even if you..." you grimace, not taking that word in your mouth, "that person doesn't exist anymore. He's dead. Buried. You buried him."

"I'm looking right at him." There's no doubt on his face, even though you search for it.

"No." You stress the word carefully. "You are not." You're a ghost haunting both your pasts, a haunt back from the dead to get your revenge.

"Okay."

Ortega keeps looking at you, and doesn't say anything more. That's a trap, you know it is but how can you leave a comment like that alone? Is he accepting that you've changed? How does that make you feel? Confused. Angry. You can't figure him out and his smug little half-smile gives you no clues and augh, you hate that part about him and his stupid static brain so you walk over to stare him right in the face. You need to know. What is he up to.

"What?" You glare. He glares back.

"I guess I fell in love with you all over again then." And he has the temerity to smile at you. That smug little smile he has when you've walked right into his trap.

So you clock him. Of course you do. It's your only choice at this point, and he's not fast enough to dodge. Not you. Not now. He's getting old and you're in the best shape you've been in years.

Your fist connects to his chin, sending him sprawling into the couch, but he's laughing all the same.

"Ouch, míerda!" He rubs his chin, making a move to stand up, but you take a step closer and he raises his hands in defeat "¡Me rindo, me rindo!"

"¿Me estás tomando el pelo?" You still have your beer in your other hand, and miraculously his has not spilled all over the couch.

"I'm not pulling your leg." He remains sprawled, looking at you. "I'm serious."

"$!{swear}." You sink down on the couch next to him, taking another sip of your beer. "Just my luck."

"Hey, I'm the one that just got punched." Ortega pulls himself up beside you, some distance apart. Not far. Just enough that it's companionable rather than intimate.

"Serves you right."

"Why? For falling for you?" At least he doesn't use that word again. Love.

"Yeah, all that's going to get you is hurt."

"You keep saying that, but..." he pauses just long enough for you to look over at him. Just to make sure he doesn't pull anything shady again. "I got my apartment blown up when you were dead, and that's only one of about a dozen more or less messed up things that happened. Maybe it's not you." Another pause, and you look away because this is getting too intense. "Maybe I just likes living dangerously."

"True." You can't keep back a chuckle, because that's the truest thing he's said tonight. Ricardo Ortega is not built for the quiet life. Neither is you. "${swear}."

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

"About what?" You finish your beer, putting the bottle down on the floor.

"About kissing me."

"I wasn't!" You really weren't, it was more of a panicked rerun of the fact that you're a Re-Gene on the run and also sort of his nemesis by now, so you're not sure if living dangerously even applies anymore. More like a death wish. For both of you.

"You were thinking about how it would feel like kissing me with the mustache."

"Gross," you say, finding yourself smiling, and how does he manage to pull you up again like that? Drag you to your feet and put a smile on your face instead of spiraling down into self-hatred and doubts. "I don't have to think about it, Ricky boy, because that's a fact."

"That settles it." Ortega puts his beer down with a decisive slam before getting to his feet.

"Settles what?" You follow him across the apartment, into the... oh, no, you are not following him into the bathroom. "What are you doing?"

"I am shaving the maldito bigote off..." He grabs the trimmer, glaring into the mirror to convince himself.

"You're making a scene is what you're doing."

"Have you met me?" Ortega doesn't turn to wink, because he's actually starting up the trimmer, judging the angle of attack.

"Unfortunately." But you can't stop the fond chuckle as you watch him shave. "If you shave your nose off I'm not kissing it better."

"Will you call an ambulance though?" His voice is slightly muffled because he's trying to keep his lip from moving.

"I can do that," you grudgingly admit. "That would be a stupid way to die." A stupid way. You can feel your heart do an uncomfortable twitch as you look at him shave. This is your enemy standing here, cursing softly in Spanish as he's shaving his mustache for you. This is the man whose ass you put in the hospital. Who you've cursed so many times over the last seven years. Cursed him for not stopping you. For not saving you. For forgetting about you. Were any of the things you accused him off true, or did they just get into your head?

Taunting you with the fact that your friends didn't care. That you were stupid to think you could have a life. Could be a person. Could have a future.

Abandoned. Tossed away. Forgotten as easily as one of his many one night stands. Was it an accident that they had left that paper in the office, the front page showing everything you feared?

It felt like forever. Maybe you went a little crazy. No maybe. Not even. You got through it. That's all that matters. You got through it and you burned every part of you that cared because that's how they could get to you. Can't threaten what you don't care about. Can't miss what you don't love. Hate was enough. Hate and anger. It was all you had.

And now you can feel it slipping through your fingers.

"${name}?" Ortega's voice. Worried. Soft. His hands are on your shoulders and your legs are weak enough that they are the only thing keeping you upright.

"I'm fine," you lie, shaking your head as you find your balance once more. "Just..." you fall silent because then it hits you as you look up at him. Takes you back. Takes you too far back, further than the pain. Further than the anger. He's cleanly shaven now and looking too much like he did back then. A worried frown. New scars. The same look in his eyes.

"I thought that you were going to faint."

"You don't look [i]that[/i] good," you tease in self-defense and you can see his smile returning. "Though you do look better than you did."

"You don't. You're pale as a sheet. You want to sit down?"

"Yeah." No use denying that, you feel lightheaded, and once again you're glad that you can't read his mind. Your shields feel brittle like old cheese, and the car alarm going off down the street nearly makes you jump. "And a smoke."

"You're not..." you know the end of that sentence, Ortega never let you smoke indoors. Just on the balcony. The balcony. Something must have shown on your face, because he sighs. Deeply. "I guess you do."

"Huh?" You're too surprised to protest as he leads you over to the couch, pushing you down with less care than you'd think if he really was worried about you. "Who are you and where did you hide Ricardo?"

"Don't push your luck." He walks over to the kitchen to get some water.

"But that's all I do," you shout after him, rummaging around for a smoke in your pocket. Your hands are shaking as you light it up, the flame bright as a sacrament in your hands. The first pull of smoke is a relief, the second parts to show Ortega standing there, looking a little less worried and with a glass of water in his hand.

Ortega really does look younger without the mustache, face clean and angular the way you remember it. More lines. More scars. More gray hairs.

This was a bad idea.

This was a truly bad idea.

You promised yourself that the past should stay in the past, but you keep dragging it with you and you're tired of fighting the pull. Would it be that bad? Just a kiss for old time's sake?

Your fingers touch as you grab the glass of water, and there's the slightest shock of static. You don't flinch. It happens sometimes, you're used to it. You just drain the glass, taking another pull of the cigarette as he sits down beside you.

"I wasted too much time." Ortega starts to talk, and you let him, focusing on the smoke as he continues. "Back then. I couldn't... it wasn't... it was hard, you know?" You don't reply, so he continues anyway. "I didn't realize what I felt for the longest time. You're not a girl."

"I'm certainly not."

"And I'm not the brightest." That's a lie and you're calling him on it.

"You just didn't want to ruin your reputation as a ladies man. The tabloids would tear you apart if they thought you were bi."

"I was tearing myself apart over it," he admits, not looking too proud. "And then you almost got killed pulling that stupid stunt against Psychopathor and I just..."

"Just kissed me." You wish you hadn't dreamed about that recently. Too many memories coming back.

"Yeah. And the world didn't end. And I wasn't any different."

"You should have told me." You let the smoke drift through your lips.

"Would it have changed anything?"

"Probably not." You're not fooling yourself. The past is buried and your heart with it. He has no right trying to dig it up. Resurrect you. Make you feel again. Make you smile. "Still worried about it?" You can't read his mind, you have no idea.

"I'm too old to be worried about what people think, I'm living on borrowed time as it is."

"Really?" You turn to look at him, eyes narrowing as you are looking for an angle of attack. "So you wouldn't be worried that people think you're getting bent over?"

"Hah," but the laugh sounds more than a little choked, "Everyone knows it would be the other way around."

"Would it though?" You keep your face entirely straight, you're not about to let him get over the fact that he's not. "Would it really?"

"That... depends." Oh no, Ortega is smiling and you have a feeling you've stepped into his trap. "You have to kiss me first to find out."

"Asshole," you put your cigarette out on your hand just to try to wipe the smug look off his face, and when that doesn't work, you kiss him.

That shuts him up alright. That shuts him up, and you as well, because you weren't prepared for this. Not really. Not again. You were not prepared for how good he is at what he does, the way he pulls you over and you let him and all of a sudden you are in his lap, kissing him as if your life depended on it.

At least you're taller this way. And you can wrap your fingers in his unruly black hair and tilt his head back and how dares he pull you back into this. Back into feeling something. Back into wanting something.

Something more.

Wanting him.

You can't have that. You've kept back because you're not the same. You've lost the caution that kept you from getting too close, you're heading down the street against the traffic, daring everyone to hit you. You'll end them first. You're not afraid of a kiss. You're not afraid of him. Why should you be?

You've shed your fear. Shed your skin. Ortega might be thinking that he's kissing Sidestep, but you know that's not true. You're more than that now. Far more.

"Mierda." Ortega breaks the kiss, looking up at you like a revelation. "That was worth waiting for."

"Shut up," you order, placing a finger over his mouth. Of course he does the obvious. Of course he sucks it inside, but you let him though the shivers show on your race. You need to figure out what to do, decking him and fleeing through the window feels a little over excessive, so you need to find an alternative. Unfortunately the one that keeps popping into your mind is to just keep going. You didn't realize how touch-starved you have been, the feel of his body underneath you, the way he's obviously as excited as you are... it's a heady mixture, and you still can't read his mind. You can't risk him seeing. No, not just risk, you don't want to. You want him to keep looking at you as if he couldn't see anything else in the room. You don't want disappointment. You don't want disgust.

"Ground rules," you say, sliding your finger out of his mouth, and of course the bastard would put some pressure on that and you have to fight hard not to groan. "Clothes stay on."

"Okay." He knows better than to argue with you right now. "We've still got options."

"Options?" You can feel your eyes narrowing because what is he talking about? He's taking this way too much in stride.

"Who do you take me for?" There's a moment of amused affront, and then he pulls you down for another kiss, not bothering to answer your question. That figures. He always was a tease.

Still is. You can feel his hand running down the front of your pants as you kiss. You can feel it. He can feel you. $!{swear}. Why are you in his lap? That's a dangerous place to be. Too close. You can feel the sweat making your clothes stick to your body. No. Not just sweat. There are other reasons why your pants suddenly feel uncomfortably constricting, and his hand is just making it worse.

He breaks the kiss for just a moment, but his hand stays where it is. "Turn around and lean back against me."

It's not a command, it has the lightness of his usual teasing tone, but there's a raspiness under the surface that you recognize as the same one building in your own chest.

"Don't make me regret this." You shift in Ortega's lap, turning around so you can lean back against his chest. Solid. Warm. It becomes even more obvious how much he's enjoying this situation. His arms as strong as they embrace you from behind, a soft kiss right behind your ear.

"I'll do my best," he teases.

The shiver down your back is sharper than a razor.

"Just don't take my clothes off," you warn, your voice sharp enough to get an affirmative hum in return. There's only a thin layer of cloth between you, he's warmer, and you can feel it in your bones.

"I don't need to," his voice feels deeper since you can feel it through your back. A content rumble. "Not for this." It's not exactly a promise, more like an accepted challenge, but for Ortega that's just as good you suppose. You think he'd rather break a promise than back down from a challenge.

"For what?" You're afraid to imagine anything, that would either send you running or lure you to stay longer than you should.

"I have an idea." That's never good, especially not when he's sounding this pleased with himself. "Apologies for the bumpy seat."

"Just shut up," you growl. "This is hard enough as it is." Oh no you should not have said that...

"Really? I think we can make it harder." He leaps on the joke, just like you knew he would. And still you're smiling. Even your lips are traitors.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Ortega's hand is palming you through your pants, it's maddening enough, but even more maddening is the fact that he keeps running a finger up and down your zipper.

"Can I?" He actually asks, and maybe you're crazy, or maybe he's respecting your borders. Things have changed in more ways than one. Once upon a time he wouldn't have asked, he would have assumed.

Oh no. He is expecting an answer, isn't he? You should say no, you should turn him down, but it should be safe, shouldn't it? You don't have any tattoos there. As long as the rest of your clothes stay on you should be safe.

Safe. This is anything but safe.

"Just the zipper," you say, not meaning to sound that desperate. Is that even your voice? "If you zap me, I'll kill you," you add, and that sounds a little bit more like you.

"Not even a little?" he whispers in your ear?

"Is that a thing you do?" You shouldn't have asked.

"It can be." And he reaches into your pants and pulls you free, and your reply is swallowed by the groan you can't quite suppress. You've never went this far before. Not with him.

"I'm learning way too much about you today," you groan, trying to keep your voice steady as he starts to move his hand, slowly at first, then slightly faster, making you melt back into his lap.

"Like the fact that I have a talent for this?" Ortega keeps whispering in your ear, mixed with soft little kisses on your neck.

"Like the fact that you never shut up."

"You knew that already." The laugh tickles your throat.

"Where did you..."

"Where did I get this good?" He's still full of himself, but you can't really argue against him, not when he has reduced you to a warm puddle in his arms.

"I thought you were a ladies man."

"Seven years alone left me a lot of time to practice," he teases.

"Don't joke." He's getting too close. No, you're getting too close.

"There never was anyone after you." There's a pause, though his hand doesn't. "Not anyone that mattered."

"You're hopeless."

"I was," he admits, quickening his pace. "And then I got you back."

There's nothing you can say to that.

Not with words anyway.

Luckily you don't need to.

[saltine-kakyoin]

🎶 and jotaro and also kakyoin AND another character..whoever u want ;)

oho… you’ve sent me another message? you know what comes next bro, u brought this upon yourself….this is us now man

anyhow, AH. thos boys…god this one is gonna be so difficult because I have So Many Songs that are tied to them. as for the other character, i think i will do my boy sergio because i really need to share my brainstorming songs for him before i explode! :0 thank you again for sending these in, bro!! have a good night, ily! c:

this will be long bc i always ramble..i will be tagging this as long post for mobile gang!

Jotaro:

thom- i hate to start this off with a jotakak-themed song because i know some people Despise jk. i’m sorry for y’all who do, but ahh this song has been stuck in my head for days now! :’( In terms of the SDA, i always think of this song as like…jotaro’s bittersweet journey w his feelings for kak. it’s something about the like, ghostly windchimes in the beginning, the phone buzzing in the bg, and the “please don’t run away”s man, ahhh. I listen to this song a lot when brainstorming him coming to accept that friendship is as far as he and kak go. However,“ The pitter patter gave a rather rinse and lather feeling/ As opposed to shitty attitudes that made me bitter after laughter/ And I dearly regretted it” really makes me think of pt. 4 jotaro in any context. We only see the end result of his development from SDC, but like hhh… do you think he regrets being so gruff? I think of that 1 fanart where he’s looking at the group picture + hoping they knew he wasn’t annoyed by them (or something along those lines, i forget the exact line…ahh)

something’s missing- So, ofc not all parts of this song apply.. and truthfully, I listen to this song while thinking of the immediate period after the crusade in the SDA and how the crusaders are all left with this hole in them (..@kakyoin literally.. i’m sorry i had to. also, abdul is the hole). Out of all of them, though, I always think of Jotaro the most w this song- “My dad asks, ‘Were you okay out where you were stranded?’ How do I tell him that I wasn’t just okay… I was so much better?” LIKE DAMN THAT IS ONE (1) KUJO JOTARO… :( i think he comes back from the crusade and just feels.. severely misplaced. Going back to Japan and the girls following him to school every morning feels so alien to him.

tempest rhapsody- this song is just… *chef kiss* It makes me think of like. star platinum’s first manifestation, and of the emotions one would feel during a 50-day crusade to a place you’ve never been before, where you run the risk of death at least once a week…how would it feel to know if you got seriously injured in a fight, there would be a very real possibility that your *cough* dearly beloved *cough* mother could die? this song is my answer to that question

only in sleep- another choir song! i cannot help myself. This one is more for canon Jotaro. I’ve read a few fics about the universe reset where he’s reunited with the other crusaders one last time before everything becomes nil, and…..augh. “The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild — Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child?“ is imo such a jotaro 4 am deliberation

softly- THIS. this was the Original jotakak song, no offense thom. i used to listen to this song on REPEAT while reading nessun dorma, ahhh. so much of the sda jotakak dynamic is shaped from that fic and this song, hghshg. Anyhow, now that I’ve worked on the development of their relationship in the sda, this song is most definitely a song for the jotaro who unknowingly pines in 3rd year and then comes to realize that ah…these are Emotions during uni. during their third year, jotaro and kakyoin do a ton of self-exploration, and spend more than one night floating in the pitch black void of the ocean talking about what they’re going to do after graduation with only the stars to accompany them. they lose this when jotaro goes to florida for uni + kakyoin paris, but they make up for it by calling each other all the time, so “Touch you softly I call you up late at night” made this song an instant hit in my book ghshghw. I adore this song, through and through. ;u;

post-published honorable mention bc i rediscovered him while i was workin on polnareff’s playlist!! DOLLY ZOOM is another really good song for pining jotaro. in the sda, he feels really Horrible about having a crush on kakyoin for a long time because he and his family (that is phrased weird, i am sorry) are the entire reason kakyoin got a hole punched right through his abdomen and spine. they’re the entire reason kakyoin spent months learning how to walk and use his legs again. he doesn’t do anything except bury his feelings because, to him, it’d be Really selfish to do otherwise. i listened to dolly zoom nonstop when i started writing Jotaro’s Decade-Long Yearn because it captures the guilt really well, ahh.

Kakyoin (it is 1:24 am as i’m starting this… let’s see how long i agonize over this part lmao)

ultraviolence- ahh, ze Mindworm Song. I really despise diokak and the fact that he had to spend like…3-4 months with the mindworm just chilling in his brain, but I can’t ignore the fact that he latched onto dio’s friendship and was initially elated to have that whole thing happen. It haunts Kakyoin in canon, and it Most Definitely haunts him in the SDA, and i think he and jotaro have a lot of conversations about how and why and what that whole experience was like. I always end up coming back to this song when brainstorming this year in the au. The beginning just sounds so lonely, and the background choir/ voices really give me the heebie jeebies. Then, there’s the build-up to the beat drop, which really make me think of like. what being mindwormed could feel like? And how it must feel to be so lost in that sauce that you become a passenger in your own mind, lost to the whim of one super manipulative vampire, augh. “You give me love, you know you give me love with your ultraviolet rays” ties into a few of FKA Twigs’ other songs where she sings about not being enough and really obsessively deriving love from someone whose attention is ultimately really harmful and unhealthy, and I think about that and Kakyoin a lot. :(

sound and color- so truthfully, this is my go-to song for any character that dies/almost dies and comes back, or goes through a Huge Life Change. kakyoin fits both of these bills to a T! this song makes me think of getting used to being around such a rowdy but tight-knit group of people who genuinely care about you All Day Long after spending your entire life in isolation. I always think of like, a happiness montage when the second half of this song comes around, and the montage i daydream about for kak during that section is *chef kiss* Sound + Color is like one of the best songs ever, and it’d be a crime to not have a kak setting for it. 

first love/late spring- fellas, here’s the kakyoin equivalent to jotaro’s softly. this song was IT, back when the sergio-divergent au and the “All the Crusaders Live” au were two separate things. back then, kakyoin and jotaro’s realization that oh, fuck, they really meant the entire world to each other happened much earlier in the plot. Looking back on that now makes me squint, but I do think that this song is still really fitting for kakyoin exploring those feelings- friendship is one thing, but romance is something entirely different and a lot more intimate. i think it’s a tug-of-war for him, between wanting to jump in to those feelings and wanting to run far far away from them because he doesn’t want to be wrong and ruin their friendship. good times in the kak hole

last words of a shooting star- I really love the bastard fucker side of kakyoin that is explored and celebrated in our fanon, but I can never shake the fact that some of his last thoughts were of his parents (and i think he was sorry for making them worry? which… baby…) and that his polite, “outwardly anxious” presentation was this big facade for like.. the Deep and Soul-Wrenching loneliness he felt because he was a stand user? The first stanza and “They’ll never know how I’d stared at the dark in that room/ With no thoughts” make me think of kakyoin deeply- if his family had never gone to egypt and he’d never met dio or jotaro, what would have happened to him? Who would he be? i’ve always been super attached to that part of kak bc fundamentally… I Relate. but also i am just fond of it because it makes me sob- he deserved so much better than to get murdered by the same man who manipulated his entire identity right at the climax of his character arc….some crimes can never be forgiven, hirohiko….

vertigo- i don’t listen to this song for kak often, but it is a Quintessential Kakyoin song. according to khalid’s twitter, vertigo is a song about “Overcoming overthinking. After every dark days, there’s a brighter outcome. Being at a super low place in your life and realizing that, there’s other people going through that same path you’re walking down. There’s always light at the end of the tunnel. It’s also a story about fear of abandonment.” which….Big Kakyoin Energies. The “Are we alive?Or are we dreaming?” part also ties back into the Kakyoin Parties in a Coma for a Month arc- your mind has a wild wild time when you’re in a medically induced coma, theoretically because it’s trying to fill in the blanks for all of the stuff you’re sensing? And coming out of a medically induced coma is a bizarre experience, where it’s hard to tell if you’re still in the coma and just imagining things or if you’re actually awake. Kakyoin has a mad time in the month immediately after SDC, one that i’m sure he doesn’t enjoy too much after the death 13 fight.

honorable mention goes to i am not yours- this has been a kak song to me for a long time as well. the context of the song is way different from my interpretation for this setting, but AH. I just think kakyoin really struggles to differentiate and understand romantic feelings. This song really reminds me of that struggle, and I think also touches nicely on like. the identity issue of it all too.. “yet i am i, who long to be” yanno? ; J ; it’s hard for me to explain

another honorable mention, my statue sinking. in the sda, after the events in egpyt, kakyoin is thrown into a coma for like an entire month while his body gets operated back together, and then he spends months in physical therapy learning how to walk w a prosthetic spine (kudos to cyborg speedwagon being a reverse engineering madman :D). i like to imagine that there’s also some degree of therapy going on this whole time, also. you don’t just get donuted + thrown into a coma for a month without some counseling to get you back on your feet..i think the lasting effects of dio’s influence are addressed here, but only briefly because it’s not something kakyoin is eager to explore. however, I think that this song captures the like... distress? i guess? of knowing that your life has been irreparably thrown off course because of dio. like yes, you met some really wonderful people that helped you learn how deeply healing friendship could be! but also.. you lost months of your life to mind control, and then another month to a coma, and then additional months to training your body to function again....there’s some psychological stress there. While I think that Jotaro and Polnareff are affected the most by the crusade, I think they all emerge from it with some degree of ptsd. Being targeted by complete strangers at all times of day cannot be good for your mental health, you know? Anyhow, I think My Statue Sinking captures that aftermath feeling really well. Everyone survives and recovers from the crusade, but there’s a part in all of them that is lost to Egypt. 

on to sergio!! (it is now 2:04 am lmaooooooo) sergio will be easy because I only ever listen to the same handful of songs when I’m writing him hdhgh

i will come to you- this is THE sergio song. i think of this song every time i write about him, whether it’s the “believe in me…” “also believe in me” lyric exchange that i imagine he has with both tomoko and holly; the “and i will pray to my father…my father…and he will abide” part being about him reaching out to joseph with his final breaths and spilling all of the beans about dio and begging him to finish things so that Tomoko and Josuke, the Kujos, and he and Suzi can be safe; the “foreeever……foreee-eever.. forever..” part being where he dies and his soul passes into the next realm.. “even the spirit of truth [golden prophet] whom the world [..yeah..] cannot receive, because it seeth him not [bc suad defects and buries sergio instead of bringing his dead body to dio]. Neither knoweth him, but you know him…for he dwelleth in you and he shall be in you [literally the entire joestar/kujo/higashikata family being so near and dear to him + his spirit being with them even after death]” and then, like.. george i, jonathan, and george ii coming to retrieve his soul during the “heeeee shallll beee in youuu” part… “i will not leave you comfortless. i Will Not leave.. You Comfortless… iiii wiiiill come…. to you.. to You” part being about his soul mingling within star platinum and crazy diamond because he has a Need, even in death, to protect them. UGH (also his essence being especially prevalent in crazy diamond, which is partially why its power is to repair things!! bc hamon! ; O ;) literally I have an Entire music video with sergio’s death set to this music. i’ve listened to it way too many times.

when david heard- so to be frank this is actually more of a joseph song, but it’s only a joseph song when sergio exists + gets murdered. :o i cried the first time i listened to this, and then months later i listened to it while thinking of sergio + like. sobbed fr fr. Joseph is asleep when Sergio calls him, so he gets sergio’s final message as a voicemail on his answering machine hours after the fact. the message itself is chilling because Joseph had no clue his son had gone on this huge mission by himself to kill Dio, and now he’s dead! however, it’s made even worse because Joseph wasn’t there to pick the call up and comfort his son in his dying breaths or do Anything. it’s just like Caesar, which is. god awful. it’s such a horrible realization because sergio, whom joseph named after what caesar wanted to name his own son, has been condemned to the same fate as his namesake. Thus this song- i’ve yet to come across a song that captures the feeling of hearing that kind of news so well. (also when i tag things as my sOOOOON or *cries my son in 8-part harmony a la whitacre*, this is the song i’m referencing :D)

zombies / terrified- ahhh, these songs capture the HORROR sergio feels upon sensing dio’s presence in Japan really well. (also “I’m going to eat you alive/please don’t find me rude, but i don’t eat fast food/ so don’t run too fast” is SUCH a dio mood…) Sergio maintains his composure about the Dio Dilemma for a good year before he flies off the handle, and his entire proto-crusade against the vampire is just. Laced with paranoia, even if he is learning a ton of useful skills. These two songs capture that feeling of something constantly watching/creeping up on you so well, and ever since i discovered them, I’ve listened to them for Sergio inspo.

the prophet- This is the only song I’ve done so far that the characters would actually listen to lmao. Sergio is a Huge fan of The Temptations, and his stand is actually named after this song! (+ the esoteric title for the hermit, which was really amazing luck on my end ; J ;) it also had a huge hand in figuring out what his stand power would be, the lyric that decided it was “God doesn’t listen to the words you pray; he hears what your heart has got to say.” However, the entire last stanza of the song ties really well into his character arc fhshgh. Also, this song just feels like it could Be the child of Bloody Stream, if that makes any sense. it’s so groovy and funky, but the lyrics are like big ominous lmao. I was super ecstatic to find this song- if sergio were to ever get an animation, this song would be the OP, yanno?

armageddon- This is another “this song would be on their personal playlist” song. Sergio’s got a lot of love for all styles of music in his heart, but jazz is his home base and always what he comes back to. I like to imagine that Lisa Lisa’s husband introduces Sergio to Wayne Shorter’s music at the age of like 8 or 9, and Sergio’s just. obsessed with the man’s music for the rest of his life. I really love Shorter’s explanation for the meaning of this song and its album as a whole: “What I’m trying to express here is a sense of judgment approaching - judgment for everything alive from the smallest ant to man. I know that the accepted meaning of ‘Armageddon’ is the last battle between good and evil - whatever it is. But my definition of the judgment to come is a period of total enlightenment in which we will discover what we are and why we’re here.” Like… wig.. I feel like that’s such big sergio energy. Armageddon itself also feels like a really nice ED- it’s lively, but in a good episode-ending kind of way. Do i dream of animating Sergio’s adventure one day? Mayhaps.

honorable mention goes to just my imagination/ my girl- We’ve covered that Sergio adores The Temptations, so it’s no secret that he would listen to these songs ceaselessly. however, i really like the broadway harmonies + instrumentals that they did for Ain’t Too Proud, so that’s what’s goin in here. these songs are THE tomoko/sergio songs…He loves Tomoko and the way she quips + teases + gets up to nonsense with him So Much. There’s a huge part of him that has No Idea what Tomoko sees in a music geek like him, but ughh he is so grateful that she likes him because she is a Goddess. he’s blessed yo..

[ocean-in-my-rebel-soul]

For DADWC - From the Fictional Kisses list, "routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing" sounds adorable. Your choice of pairing. ^^

Thanks for the prompt, dear! I hope you enjoy it! Have some Hawke/Varric!

cc: @dadrunkwriting

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It had–at first, when things had begun–started like a game, who could surprise the other. They both were sneaky and knew each other’s blind spots well. Sometimes it would be a dip into a shadowy alleyway walking back to Hightown, other times a foray into the trees during a trip along the coast. Sometimes it was simple, and sometimes it was ornate, and sometimes it was hungry, and each time it was priceless.

But now it was familiar. Not expected, per se, but routine, instinctive.

Precious.

And really, who could fault him for being Marian Hawke’s shadow when her light fell so easily upon him, too?

Varric watched her from where he sat at the table. Marian read in the firelight, splayed out in long, bare lines on the bed–their bed, for all intents and purposes, as she hadn’t spent more than two nights a week at the estate for the last six months. She sighed and turned the page, a soft smile creeping over her face at whatever turn the story took.

It had quickly become his favorite sound, that sigh–the happy one, light and airy. Weightless. Like a cloud, almost. Sometimes it was one, in the cold Kirkwall winters. Or dragon’s smoke, where she wouldn’t fail to laugh and do her best to roar, emulating her favorite animal.

“I can feel you thinking from here,” she said lightly. Marian’s gaze drew up from her book and she smiled when she looked at him. The clear sea-blue of her gaze never failed to make his heart skip a beat or two, as cliche as that was.

Augh, purple prose even sounded ridiculous in his brain, as much as it did on the page.

“What can I say? You inspire me, Magpie.” He grinned and spread his hands. “You’ve always been my muse.”

She snorted and turned back to her book. “Don’t you have a meeting tonight?”

“Don’t remind me,” he groaned. Varric took to his feet to finish getting ready, snagging his jacket from a nearby chair. “I hate these things.”

“And yet, here we are,” she said with a laugh. “They really should know better by now.”

“And yet,” Varric echoed. He smiled when Marian turned back to her book. He loved this look best–not just Marian being naked, but her being relaxed. “Alright, don’t miss me too much,” he said, tying his sash.

A few steps brought him to the bedside. She didn’t close her book when he bent down, though she made it easier on him and tilted her head up. Varric smiled and pressed a kiss to Marian’s temple, pulled away, and returned to give her another.

“I’ll see you later, O’ Merchant Prince,” Marian said, and this time she did close her book to look at him. “I’ll miss you more each moment, I promise.”

He took the opportunity to kiss her lips, the shape of her smile unfurling beneath him. “I could always not go,” he offered, murmuring the words into her mouth.

She laughed and pushed playfully at his shoulder. “Then they’ll just keep bugging you. At least this way you might buy yourself a little peace and, really, isn’t that a worthwhile investment? A meeting for a month or so of not dodging the guild?”

He gave an exaggerated sigh and convinced himself to head to the door. “Fiiiiine. I know you just want to get rid of me.” Varric slanted a sly grin at her. “Probably hiding some illicit lover somewhere. Under the bed, maybe.”

“It’s a dwarf’s bed, Varric, there’s no room.”

“Short jokes, now! How rude!”

Marian laughed and pushed at him again. “Go, you. Bring me back some biscuits from that bakery I like on your way back, would you?”

Varric snorted. “Like I’d forget. If I’m not back by dinner, send Anders for me, would you? Or Broody. One of the glowy ones, anyway, to scare the guild into backing off for a while.”

Her laughter followed him into the hallway and he couldn’t help chuckling himself. The next few hours couldn’t pass soon enough.