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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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pspspsp can I just request an immortal reader who's life is just dull/sad as hell since they've seen their loved ones leave or die in front of them so many times

but when they meet SBI or anyone, their life just suddenly brightens up? (Platonic and it can be any type of fic!)

(A/N): I got waaaayy too carried away with this. Star god reader my beloved (also, I’d imagine that your cloak looks like this guy’s but on the inside with the outsides being any color of your choice (credit goes to original artist))

If you want more god!reader content with the dream smp, @wooloo-inc has a really good series about a male!nature god!reader (aka, the god of dilf collection)

In the beginning when DreamXD created you (which if you think about it, that makes him your father, but I digress) from stardust and meteorite shards, you were a ball of fun loving sunshine (well, starshine?)

You loved watching over all of humankind, admiring their determination and bonds with other humans (both romantic and platonic)

Your older brother, the god of the moon, told you about how they viewed you and you were amazed

“Oberon?” You ran up to your older brother and tugged on his cloak making him hum in question, not looking up from his parchment scroll. “What- what do the humans think of me?”

He scoffed and glanced at you with his lily white irises, “why are you on about them again? They are lowly creatures compared to us, filled with greed and misfortune.”

“They worship us and that’s how you speak of them?”

“(Y/n) believe me, you have not seen the brutality they are capable of. War, famine, greed, plague, genocide, it’s all something you have not witnessed before. You have only seen the good in those things.”

“But Oberon, I wanna-” he lightly smacked the side of your head, “use proper English. We are gods and you will behave as such.”

You huffed, “I want to know about how they view us! I do not care about the bad things they have done! Plleeeaaassseeeeeee Beri?” You willed the stars that constantly gleamed in your eyes to shine brighter as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He may seem like he hated everyone and everything (especially his siblings), but he had a soft spot for his youngest sibling. He just stared at you for a bit before he sighed and shifted in the massive throne so that you could hop up onto his lap. With a wave of a slender pale hand, he conjured up various images of humans with stardust gazing at the stars and the moon with carefree swipes of his hand.

“They view us as… poetic of sorts. They compare us to romance,” an image of two human males kissing then gazing into the stars laying down on a cliff came into view, “fortune tellers,” an image of the Aquarius and the Capricorn constellations popped up making you squeal in happiness. He chucked and changed the picture to a mother and son standing over a grave looking up in amazement at a shooting star, “and most importantly, as a sign of hope.

“They see us as complementary, the moon and the stars cannot be as beautiful without the other. We hold the power of the night and everything it touches, (y/n). This is our kingdom, do not forget that,” the image changed to the moon surrounded by stars and swirling blues and purples of nebulas.

You looked at the images with awe, absorbing every word that fell from his mouth. “Beri?” He once again hummed, his deep baritone voice sending vibrations along your back. “Will we be together forever?”

His lanky arms wrapped around your much smaller frame, “for all of eternity. The moon is nothing without the night sky and all of the stars it holds.”

Centuries passed and your fascination with humans only grew from there

When you eventually asked if you could meet a human Oberon reacted angrily and forbade you from speaking of humans again in your shared palace, worried for your safety

When he caught you attempting to sneak out, he locked you in your room for months on end

Humans wondered why the stars hardly appeared in the night sky anymore, forming the theory that they had somehow angered you

They prayed to you more and more, begging and groveling for forgiveness

They left more offerings at shrines

You heard their every word, feeling your heartbreak with sorrow and guilt for your lovely humans

You snuck out of the palace that night determined to make it up to the humans

You quietly snuck past the main room where you and Oberon used to sit on your thrones together and control the night. The large doors were cracked open showing your older brother watching the night with boredom. As you passed, his voice startled you, “I just cannot stop you can I?”

He appeared in the doorframe looking at you emotionlessly, his eyes glinting with hidden pain. “Do you realize how cruel of a place that world is? How cruel humans are?”

“I do not care, brother! They are in anguish because they think I am angry with them! Because you locked me in here!”

“I have told you time and time again, they are ruthless creatures. Humans are constantly clashing with their own kind for the slightest bit of power, they’re greedy creatures! Have you forgotten what happened to Arachnia?”

A shiver went down your spine at the mention of your fellow deity. She wanted to be with humans but they stripped her of her grace and virtuosity, torturing her when the moon would rise. That is the reason spiders attack humans in the night when the moon and stars show themselves and are dormant in the daytime. However, that did not deter you.

“I have not forgotten what happened to Arachnia, her tale fills me with grief. But not all humans are like that! They are compassionate, loving, and sweet creatures deep down, each and every single one of them!”

“They were not showing compassion or love when they tore Arachnia limb from limb! When they languish in riches while millions die around them! What part of that is compassionate?”

“Sure they do bad things sometimes, but have you forgotten the love they hold for each other? The determination and hope shining from within them when they pray to us? Have you forgotten that?”

“THEIR ACTIONS ARE NOT JUSTIFIED IN ANY WAY!”

“AND OURS ARE? YOU ARE BLIND, OBERON. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE CRUELTY THE GODS HAVE SUBJECTED HUMANS TO? WHEN OUR FATHER TOOK YEARS AWAY FROM THEIR LIFESPANS SOLELY BECAUSE THEY STOPPED WORSHIPPING HIM AS OFTEN AS THEY USED TO? WHAT PART OF THAT IS JUSTIFIED?”

He just stared at you with angry irises and his chest heaving before he ran a hand through his long ivory hair and turned around, the flowing white cape flowing wildly behind him with unseen air. He walked back into the observation room and back to his throne. Without a second glance to you, he worked on the transition of power between the sun and moon. You could imagine your sister Aelia grinning brightly as she rose the sun for the day.

“You are to never return here if you step foot out that door. You will still have control of your duties of the night. However you will never return. Do not come back groveling for forgiveness when I have given you constant warnings of their cruelty. If I see your face show up here, I will make sure father smites you down. Now get out of my sight.”

You huffed and whipped around to the front entrance, the stars that constantly twinkled and the nebulas that constantly swirled in the inside of your cloak illuminating the white floors below you as you ran. You left the palace without a second thought, leaving your old life behind in favor of spending it with the humans.

When you came crashing to the Earth in a shooting star, you were amazed by the beauty of it up close and in person

It was everything you expected and then some

You heard the humans cheering and thanking you in their prayers when the stars returned brighter than usual

You being completely enamoured by all of the humans, even if they recognized you or not you loved them all unconditionally

You set up a little cottage in the tundra where you could see the night sky clearly with the occasional aurora borealis

From the roof, you controlled the stars

The tales of you defecting from the heavens was a popular one, and you became somewhat of a symbol of the hope that humanity should hold for themselves and compassion

Occasionally sending shooting stars over humans you knew were stargazing

You have met many lovers, friends, and even your own adopted kids over the next millenia, all of them accepting your immortality and everlasting duties

But it’s all the same in the end: they come, they leave, and they die

With each death of your loved ones, you could feel your will to keep going dissipate

The stars grew dimmer gradually in the night sky

The humans gradually stopped worshipping you as you disappeared from the night skies

You became a distant memory for elders to tell children

Disappearing from the face of the Earth for a few centuries when you could not take the constant deaths any longer

Nobody knew where your cabin laid so you were undisturbed for centuries on end, left to your grief

That was until a knock sounded at your door

The knock startled you out of the comfort of your bed. Reluctantly, you left the warmth of the multitude of blankets and donned your cloak to hide your unkempt appearance. When you passed the mirror hanging in the hallway, you could see that your face was shrouded by darkness with the exception of a single glint where your eyes were caused by the lone star that was a constant reminder of your position. Before you fell into a deep depression, the stars would illuminate your entire face if you put your hood up.

You opened the front door without a care in the world. If the beings on the other side were humans that would take you away and torture you, you didn’t care. You’re long past the point of caring for your own well being.

On the other side was a man of average height and long shaggy blond hair pulled into a slick ponytail. He was dressed entirely in green with a green and white striped bucket hat placed on his head. Past you would’ve been cooing at the object, but now you dully looked at the man in front of you. You glanced behind him and your eyes widened at the huge black wings sprouting from his back. You know who he was the second your eye caught the black feathers; he was the Angel of Death.

“Hello, Angel of Death.”

He tried to peer into your shrouded features, only seeing two pinpricks of light where your eyes should be. He gave you a friendly smile, brushing off the snow that gathered on his shoulders. “(Y/n), the God of the Stars and the Night Sky. Giver of compassion to the human race, it’s an honor to meet you.”

“Why are you here? Last time I checked, my last lover died centuries ago.”

“Yes, my condolences. They were lovely when I guided their soul to the afterlife.”

“You still have not answered my question, Angel of Death. Why are you here?” You grit out the last sentence through a clenched jaw. He has no right to talk about them when he assisted in taking them away from you. Him and your cousin, the Goddess of Death Kristin. They took everybody you loved away from you. You knew that their deaths were unavoidable since they were human and you were immortal, but you still couldn’t help but resent them.

“The Goddess of Death sent me. The God of the Moon and the Goddess of the Sun sent her a request to send me to check on you.”

You stared at him for a few moments before you saw him shivering slightly and sighed. You always had a soft spot for humans, even if the being in front of you was not a human in the slightest. He reminded you of an old friend. You stepped aside and gestured lazily inside the house, “come in.”

He started to visit more and more over the next century

He eventually befriended you about half a century into the visits

It was extremely difficult to do because of how guarded you were, but he managed to break you out of your shell

You realizing how kind he was and how much he cared for you

You quickly came to the realization that he was immortal as well after reading up on the Angel of Death

After another fifty years, he became your best friend

You both opened up and comforted each other about everybody you both lost over the years

When he adopted Technoblade and then Wilbur not long after Techno, you were extremely hesitant to get close to them

Even going as far as telling Philza that you thought that it was an extremely bad idea

Mortals always end up leaving in the end anyways, it’s best to avoid the endless cycle of hurt that came with having mortals around

You told him about your own adopted children that have died over the years

You refuse to meet them, cutting off all communication with Philza for a year or two

Eventually meeting his three adopted kids when you reluctantly accept a dinner invitation one day

You attempted to appear cold and uncaring, but your love for humans (especially baby humans) shone through when an infant Tommy started to play with your cape

It seemed that the stars and the moving nebulas within the fabric entranced him

From then on whenever you visited Philza, you always held Tommy until he was too old for you to do so

Becoming very attached to the blond with your strong innate parental instincts

You introduce Techno to mythology, sharing stories of your personal interactions with certain gods and entities throughout the years

You teach Techno how to cope with the voices as you constantly hear multiple prayers to you from humans at the same time

You arrange a meeting for Wilbur with the Goddess of Music when he asks you about her

Arranging for her to start giving him lessons in exchange of a favor that will be cashed at a later date

You help raise all three of them, often taking them off Philza’s hands for a night or two

Their favorite activity with you is watching you raise the stars and turn the sky dark

They always loved to watch you move the stars and summon shooting stars for them

The stars gradually returned to your eyes and a constant ecstatic smile slowly became synonymous with your face again

Humans started to worship you again when the stars in the sky became brighter

You became your old self again after centuries of feeling lost

To repay them for everything they’ve done for you, you decided to rearrange the stars for one night

One night of having a different star pattern couldn’t hurt

Sure, it’d make a few theories pop up among the humans, but those are fun to overhear sometimes

The young boys and Philza behind you watched in awe as your eyes started to glow brightly and you slowly moved your hands gracefully raising the stars with the moon, your cloak starting to flow with nonexistent winds. They’ve seen you raise the stars thousands of times, but it never ceases to amaze them. It was just so… entrancing.

You broke into a slight sweat and started to move the stars from their original positions in the sky. Shaking slightly, you pushed back against the strain and slight pain that it brought you. You’ve never done this before, so you really didn’t know what you were expecting. You felt someone put a hand on your shoulder.

“What’re you doin, mate?”

“Uh Dad?”

“Not now Techno. Mate, are you alright?”

“Dad, look up. They’re rearranging the stars,” Wilbur breathed out.

You could hear Philza gasp slightly as he watched star after star move until they locked into place. There in the twinkling night sky was each of their names gleaming brightly in small lettering. When you were done, you fell into a kneel onto the ground and rubbed at your aching head panting lightly.

You could hear the boys around you panic slightly as you regained your breath. As you heard them approach you you looked up at them and smiled, the stars gleaming brightly in your irises. “Do you like it?”

“Y-yes but gods, (y/n) are you alright?”

“I am fine, but stars, I have never done that before. Are you four ready for stargazing?”

“That was so pog, (y/n)! How’d you do that?”

“I hold the power of the stars and the night sky in my hands. My brother once told me that the night is our kingdom.” You laid down onto the grass and took off your cloak to cover up a shivering Tommy and Wilbur next to you. You sighed as you thought about your siblings; you wondered how they were doing.

“I will gladly move the stars themselves for you four. You are my family.” There was a stretched out moment of comfortable silence as you five watched shooting stars blaze by. Eventually, you saw an aurora borealis materialize above you. Furrowing your brow, you looked at it in question. They don’t appear this time of year, so why-

“Aelia,” you breathed out as you watched the greens flow above you. She must’ve sent a gust of solar wind your way.

“Isn’t Aelia the Goddess of the Sun?” Wilbur asked you.

“Yes, she is my oldest sister. She must have redirected the solar winds over here.”

“Damn, what’s with the gods changing everything tonight? You guys need to fuckin chill.”

“Tommy!” Philza scolded and was about to continue before he heard you start to laugh. They’ve only heard you genuinely laugh only a couple of times, so the sound that left your mouth immediately brightened the mood.

“Yes Tommy, I suppose we do need to ‘fucking chill’.”

“You swore! Fuckin pog,” Tommy cheered to himself as the others looked at you in slight shock at your words. If you’re being completely honest in all of the years you spent alive (which is since basically the beginning of time), you’ve never sworn once. You were raised differently than that. When you realized that the others were staring at you, you smirked at them. The stars twinkling and giving your eyes even more of a mischievous glint, “what? Have you never heard a god swear before?”

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westanthewaterman · 3 years ago

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ok ok I come with a small distraction and a pitch that got way longer than I expected it to.

consider: Heist!Mark x Reader...but the catch is Reader an Agent trying to hunt him down and turn him in (think the "Where in the World is Markiplier?" segment, only it's not a bit and you're a real deal part of it). the pitch I'm about to make is more along the lines of a Rivals to Lovers sort of deal, but right away I want to say there's absolutely some potential for an Enemies to Lovers kind of thing with them.

the Agent has a quiet--if begrudging--sense of respect for him, with how he always manages to slip away out of thin air despite everything, hell maybe something about the sheer audacity to keep returning to the same handful of museums at times despite his known status as a wanted criminal. it's stupid, reckless...and they honestly have to internally fight themselves from saying it's oddly admirable.

the first time they actually see him face-to-face? properly? there's a few different feelings of shock that come to them, including:

he actually managed to fall for one of the traps they set? it's right by a window that can't open, and it was chosen purely based on that alone; they hadn't thought they'd guess him right.

he's actually way closer to escape than they expected him to be; he just needs to get his other arm free and then he's free, but he looks as if he was almost considering outright taking the trap with him on the way out.

...oh no. oh no he's handsome. sure they'd seen pictures of the man so they'd know who to look for, but they did not do him justice--wait, wait--

"Well, hadn't expected this to be our proper introduction."

they just barely manage to stifle a laugh (goddamn it, he can make them laugh too?? fucking hell--) before they're surprised an by offer that comes to them sooner than they expect it to: they'll let him go before the other agents find him, but only if they give him back what he stole, otherwise they're turning him in. his refusal is on the tip of his tongue before they can hear other footsteps in the distance...

yet still, despite their own shock at the agents being so close already, they're letting him go before they have the chance to register that he never confirmed his end of the deal. well. they walked right into that one, didn't they?

the game of cat-and-mouse only grows and evolves from that point on: sometimes they manage to outplay him at his own game, sometimes he reminds them that a thief is always cunning if anything, but it somehow grows to the point where the two of them are now playing a different game entirely. he knows their name, they know how to make him laugh, he knows what kind of music they take comfort in, they know which of the constellations are his favorites...it's a game of trust that's teetering the edge of something more.

it culminates to one night, finally, when they're on the museum roof, that he makes the offer that they could join him. they have never been more tempted to take his word, but they know such a thing is far easier said than done; too much risk would be brought to both of them, and it's hard to know for sure how easy it would be to avoid it. even still, they can't keep it from him that they know how much happier they'd be if they were with him and--

they kiss him before they can think it through, but they are very quickly rewarded by his arms pulling them closer to him as he kisses them back. it's quick to grow heated, and it teeters the edge of leading to something outright intimate before--

the Agent's intercom goes off, forcing the two of them apart as they respond. they might've picked up more of his audacity than they realized, because they really get asked if they've seen any signs of Mark, and as they're looking that very man right in the eyes, they say they haven't seen a trace of him.

there's a small pause of silence after the call ends. he almost leaves, only to bring them in for another kiss they more than eagerly accept.

"Are you willing to hear another offer tomorrow?"

"Of course. I know you'll find a way to change my mind."

it may be a confirmation that they can't come with him now, but they both know it's a promise that they will go with him, they just have to find the right moment to slip away...

(and if he does manage to get caught by the agency? well. guess who manages to sneak in and break him out, throwing away their role as an Agent to be his partner in crime?)

I fucking love this. This is so perfect.

#west whispers #thicc thief #anonie

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years ago

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Another little ficlet thing. Ed/Izzy, though neither of them actually acknowledges it and instead dance around it while looking after each other, because that's what they've always done.

For sake of the scene, Ed's bed in this is similar to Stede's: built in to his quarters, but because he rarely uses it we've never seen it. Canon compliant, most likely not, but the bed was needed for this lol.

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"You have a bed," Izzy said softly as he helped Ed out of his chair. "Should try using it for once."

Ed grumbled something nonsensical, still half asleep. He leaned to rest his head on Izzy's shoulder, not one iota of help as Izzy dragged him to his bed.

"What were you staying up for this time?" Izzy asked as he let Ed flop onto the bed.

No answer, unless you counted Ed turning and nuzzling his face into a pillow an answer.

"I've got watch, but if you need me I'm out on deck," Izzy said, and resigned himself to an extra grumpy Ed in the morning. He'd somehow be upset that Izzy had moved him somewhere more comfortable, while also not remembering why he'd stayed up to begin with, yet frustrated Izzy had taken him away from it.

"Ivan should have watch," Ed yawned as he turned onto his back. "I saw the chart."

"Yes, well, Ivan is preoccupied-"

"With what?" Ed was waking up now, enough to sit up and argue. "Tell him he can work on whatever it is after."

Izzy sighed. As if he hadn't already tried that, and been told to fuck off. They'd all sailed together long enough that certain threats no longer held water, and that included his barking at them to do their assigned night watch shifts.

"It's alright," Izzy said. "I don't mind."

"Fuck that, you took last night's watch too! I'm fixing this."

Ed was up and out on deck before Izzy could beg him not to go. It wouldn't make Ivan or Fang anymore willing to listen to him if Ed had to come in and tell them to do it. In fact, that usually made it worse. Not to mention, it felt like a kick while he was down, even if it came from a good place. Not only was he failing at his job, but in a big enough way that Ed had to take over for him. Pathetic.

"There we go," Ed chirped happily as he walked back in. "I reminded them we have the chore and watch assignment charts for a reason, and if they won't follow them then I'll choose when they take watch, and that might be every single night for two weeks. Changed their tune right up, and Ivan is out on deck!"

"Thank you," Izzy said, absolutely burning with embarrassment. "I'll take my leave then. Will still be near if you need me."

Ed shook his head, and started to strip down to his shirt and trousers. Weapons set aside, boots kicked off, and a grunt as he dropped himself onto his bed. "Come on."

"Ed-"

"Just like we used to do! Except with the luxury of a bed, instead of scrunched up beside each other on the bottom of that dinghy. Remember how fucking cold it got?"

"I do," Izzy replied. Though whenever Ed had snuggled up to him in that shoddy stolen boat, the cold had rapidly ceased. A cuddling Ed was like wearing a heavy blanket, but that wasn't the only reason it had left him hot.

"Might not be cold now, but we both slept pretty well back then, all things considered," Ed continued. "For old times' sake? For me? Or at least because I know you need to sleep."

Truthfully, he didn't need any convincing. He was exhausted and Ed was warm and welcoming, patting the bit of space left beside him.

He stripped off his vest, boots, and weapons, and gently lay beside Ed.

Immediately, Ed snuggled close, his front to Izzy's back. An arm dropped over Izzy's waist and hugged him, while Ed sighed contently.

Hesitantly, he let himself hold onto Ed's arm with a hand as he got comfortable. A task in itself, with Ed doing the same and more or less grinding against his ass.

"If Ivan comes in and tries to get you to take over, don't do it," Ed murmured. "I don't think he will, but if he does, ignore him. You need a break, some decent sleep."

He wordlessly mumbled his assent, and ignored his heart pounding away in his chest. Along with the urge to turn and snuggle into Ed's chest, to let Ed's hands wander where they liked...

After the initial struggle to push those thoughts away, he did finally sleep. Warm and comfortable, eventually turned to face Ed, with Ed holding him close by the hip.

#text post #ofmd fic #blackhands #me: im not feeling needy and cuddly and clingy #also me: writes this #im blaming the ongoing vestibular migraine making me dizzy and keeping me on the couch today lol #that and izzy needs snuggles #i am a pirate doctor and i have formally diagnosed it and the treatment needs to start immediately with this ficlet

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 4 years ago

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Hi! Long time lurker, big fan of this blog. Can I request either a headcannon or a fic of Viv Tang?

Basically, it goes like this, it's an AU of some sort, where Viv and the Poppy leave MC. MC tried to hate them and forget them especially Viv, but couldn't do it. So out of spite and care, MC creates a whole organisation that revolves around protecting Viv and the others. (Making sure their heists go well, the police/government never finding them, making sure that their old enemies never get to them etc.) They've been doing this in private, but Viv and the others catch on, and that thought bothers them. Enough to make them distracted in their latest heist.

Their heist went down in shambles, leaving MC's crew to step in and made sure they're safe, leaving MC's mark to take the blame.

They were confused ofc, but MC's crew was just giddy and happy that they get to meet their leader's old crew.

Basically, they meet MC, MC makes them make it up to her.

And we know how in the original Viv route, we try really hard to pry her open and get her to trust us, well Viv does the same, trying to get MC to forgive her. And just angst ending with fluff please?

Lots of Love <3

This will contain both HC and story parts.

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· After Vivienne leaves MC poisoned in Paris, of course she’s pissed.

· A talk with Jace (and some stress painting) later, MC feels like she has a pretty good grasp of Vivienne’s decision

“She was scared,” she muses, idly playing with one of her brushes, a thoughtful frown on her face as her mind wanders to the other members. “And they were… willing to give her a way out, I guess? Pretty messed up, considering they got me in this whole thing to begin with…”

Thing is, they hadn’t left her without something. Zoe had made sure MC could return to her normal life ‘after you lay low for a bit, probably two months’, advice left in a letter alongside some cash. Enough to buy a few plane tickets around the world. First class.

Even after their most recent decision, MC could recall how careful and welcoming everyone had been. Vivienne was always a mystery, of course, lingering at the edge while MC got to know Jett and Zoe in the Art Club they had formed, or as MC debated with Remy and Leon about a movie they had been watching. With Nikolai, it was mostly challenges Nikolai loved to issue and MC was too proud to deny. But she was always there, in the background. She had become a rather comforting presence, as MC had formed bonds with everyone.

“This was not the best course of action, but they took it anyway.” Vivienne’s choice had been driven by emotion, raw panic, but MC just couldn’t wrap her mind around Nikolai or Zoe, both logical to the bone, supporting it. “There must have been something else, there.”

· With the anger slowly cooling off, MC thought she could almost begin to understand their reasons. The Poppy isn’t the sort of group to taint their hands with blood, not unless it’s absolute necessary.

· Celine had pushed everyone, even if the heist ended on a positive note.

· ‘I believe you have a place with us’, Nikolai had said. MC remembered the heist and how everything could have gone wrong.

· Their talent and quick-thinking are the only reason they got out of that situation relatively unharmed.

· No doubt the rest of their heists carried the same danger.

· MC thought of Celine, gun aiming at her chest, eyes glinting in Vivienne’s direction and made a split-second decision.

· There was no way, no way at all, that she was going to let anything happen to them.

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· When Vivienne had first noticed the sudden lack of danger in their heists, she was instantly suspicious.

· She couldn’t afford to brush anything off in her line of work.

· Zoe finds the source in no time.

· To say they were confused as an understatement.

“I thought she was back in New York?”

“I don’t understand, why would she choose this?”

“We’re hardly so incompetent as to need a guard.”

“How long has this been happening?”

“Couple months, so maybe they started operating around March?” Zoe throws them a withering look so they’ll shut up, and lets out a long sigh once they do. “Point is, we’ve gained a new stalker, even if it’s her. She got a whole organization going, she’s pretty dedicated.”

“Of course she is, it’s why we choose her in the first place.”

“Technically, Vivienne did.”

“Well, yeah. Still, this is insane. So little time, and yet…”

“MC was always a fighter,” Vivienne says, quietly. “It’s certainly an… interesting choice…”

“She seems to have very good intel,” Zoe continues, eyes glued to her laptop’s screen. “Too good. She knows our every movement.”

“Which means she will be lurking around this heist.” Nikolai drums his fingers against his armchair, a frown firmly in place. “That might be a problem.”

“She’s been doing this for months, but we’ve never caught a glimpse of her. It’s safe to say she won’t approach us, right?”

“We probably shouldn’t, either. Not for now. We need more info on this organization of hers.”

“We’ll proceed as planned.”

· Except nothing goes as planned.

· Jett’s bombs don’t go off when they should, providing no distraction and thus no way of escape for Vivienne and Nikolai.

· No safe way, at any rate.

· The guards get suspicious of their malfunctioning equipment remarkably quick, moving to search the place.

· Remy gets found out first, though he stalls as much as he can.

· It’s enough time for Leon and Nikolai to think for a way out, though Remy is still with the guards.

· The bombs go off at that moment, and Vivienne is trapped.

· It’s at that moment that MC’s crew intervene.

· The guards are the most important issue, and so most of her crew go handle it.

· MC takes care of Vivienne personally.

“Well, that went great.” MC says, flashing Vivienne a cheeky smile when she finds her. Vivienne looks up at her with wide eyes, brown eyes glinting under the light of the room.

“How did you…”

“Questions later, darling. Can you walk?”

Vivienne blinks, taking a deep breath. The motion helps her get rid of most of her surprise. She knows she doesn’t have time to lose, so she accepts MC hand and follows her out. The trip is quiet, of course. Vivienne keeps a carefully neutral expression on, eyes flickering from the woman in front of her to the rest of their escape route.

It’s hard, trying to compare this woman with the one she had kissed all those months ago. She remembers how her hands grasped at her robe, passionate, truthful, those sweet words MC had muttered against Vivienne’s mouth, before the poison had taken effect.

MC had said she would never hurt Vivienne. Vivienne had poisoned her, afraid she would hurt MC.

It didn’t feel like she could hurt the woman before her, though, standing tall and strong and confident, a leader, someone made out of stone. For a moment, Vivienne had the impression poison wouldn’t even work on her anymore.

· MC had changed. It was as clear as the water glimmering outside the organization’s HQ.

· She wasn’t the same bubbly, hopeful girl Vivienne had taken around Paris, teaching everything she could about thievery.

· She wasn’t the same passionate, proud artist she had been, brush in hand, smiling in wonder and then frowning in concentration when she tried to capture something beautiful. Somehow, most of the time, the subject of her painting was Vivienne herself.

· She was steely, snarky, commanding the room with her very presence. All eyes followed her as she went, speaking clear orders for the crew to follow.

· In the beginning, they had stuck to the Gilded Poppy like glue, curious. No doubt they were trying to see why MC cared about them so much to go through this kind of trouble.

· One look from MC was enough to get them to disperse.

· This change… everything it entailed… Vivienne wanted to know more.

“So, how did it feel?” MC had asked her as soon as they got a moment alone. Vivienne shot her a glance, trying to decipher something in her expression.

“How did what feel?”

“Thinking you could force me out of this. You got me in this life.”

“I gave you a way out.”

“But I told you, didn’t I? I wanted this, and you…”

“I’ve lived all my life like this. I didn’t want you to face-”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have chosen me, then. Ever think of this little thing called consequences?”

Isadora flashes through her mind, quick, too quick. It leaves a trail of golden hair in the back on her mind, all too real when she closes her eyes. Vivienne presses her lips together, forces herself to focus.

“This organization…”

“Don’t let it get to your head, darling. It’s not you I’m worried about.”

“…The others, then.”

“Yes. Quid pro quo, and all that. I’ll see what I can ask in return later.”

“We didn’t ask you to intervene.”

“You didn’t ask before poisoning me, either. I feel like doing drastic things without asking for permission are common place around here.”

“That doesn’t even-”

“Ah, ah, ah. Did I save your lives, yes or no?”

Jett had said, before they got released from the medical ward, that the plan failing was entirely his fault, after getting too distracted thinking about MC to get his usual formulas right. Vivienne didn’t doubt him – Jett was, after all, very dedicated to his craft. A mistake was unthinkable, unless something of this magnitude managed to get to him.

He felt guilty and weirded out, probably, she thinks bitterly, despite everything being my fault, as per usual.

“…you did.”

The smile that stretches over MC’s face is almost predatory, brown eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That’s what I like to hear.”

#Anonymous #answered #lovestruck #lovestruck fanfiction #lovestruck vivienne #lovestruck qot #queen of thieves #qot vivienne #vivienne tang #queen of thieves vivienne #vivienne x mc #soft angst #light angst #woeful wednesday

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jonnyparable · 3 years ago

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Cottage Hills : Redemption, Part IV

Dr Tim's Decision

Lately, ever since he and Ellen made the Golden Cup and cured the plague, Dr Tim finds himself thinking about his past. Of his parents. The Goodwoods are an established and respected family in the medical world. Years ago when he graduated, his father had offered him a cushy position in his hospital. But he turned it down.

He chose to travel the world instead. Venturing into far flung rural communities to offer medical treatments for free, and searching for rare medicinal plants in the deep jungle. His parents never understood his decision, and always felt like he was wasting his education. They became enstranged and they died before they could reconcile, which is something that always bothered him, even though he never talks about it.

Years later, Dr Tim later arrived in Cottage Hills, following rumours that a Tree of Life was to be found here, and that it had something to do with the town's longevity and good health. He came to investigate these claims, hoping to find something that could help treat the world's many diseases. While the claims turned out to be inconclusive, he did end up meeting Ellen and her granddaughter, Elli. Much has happened in the three years since. He and Elli have definitely grown close, but this isn't his real home after all, and he had never planned to stay here for very long...

Ellen interrupts his train of thought. They're in the ward. Ellen is now wheelchair bound, and is getting used to her new form of mobility. She watches as Elli walks out, carrying her tray of finished lunch, and as Dr Tim's eyes unconsciously follow her.

Ellen :

"So, have you come to a decision, Doctor? I asked you in the spring, remember, if you would stay? With the Golden Cup, there's so much that you can do for the millions of sick out there. After all, you helped make it."

Dr Tim:

"But... But what about Elli? You had told me that one day she will become a witch like you, and she will be facing all kinds of danger to keep the town safe. Like what just happened with you. I... I can't just leave her."

Ellen:

"Yes I know in the past, I hoped you would stay for Elli's sake, but that was selfish of me... Elli is in no danger now that Won isn't a threat, and he's honestly powerful enough to keep the town safe until she's ready. Its the perfect time for her to begin her magical training. She won't be able to work at your clinic anymore, so perhaps it's time for you to decide what you should do next."

Ellen's words give Dr Tim a lot to think about. He had come here, hoping to find something that could help the sick, and he somehow stumbled into the Golden Cup. Logically speaking, taking the Golden Cup to help the sick all over the world makes the most sense, but his thoughts keep straying back to Elli, is he willing to stay if she wants him to? Will she want him to?

They've always gotten along since she started working at his clinic as his nurse, but what are they really? Are they just friends? Dr Tim wonders if Elli thinks about him at all. He finds his next steps being coloured by her, but, does she think that way at all? He finds her in the yard hanging up the linen, and calls out to her.

Dr Tim:

"Elli, sorry to bother you. I... There's something I want to talk to you about. Shall we have a seat?"

They head on over to the bench and Dr Tim finds himself getting nervous as he thinks about how to form his sentences. What should he say? Dr Tim thinks to himself that he should just say how he feels.... But how does he feel exactly? Before he can say anything though, Elli speaks.

Elli:

"I know what you're going to say, Doctor."

Dr Tim:

"You do? An-and you feel the same way?"

Elli :

"Yes! I think it's a great thing, what you're doing. I know you're going to tell me that you're leaving soon, to go and help others...You've always been so dedicated to your work. You came here to find the cure, and now you have it. You must go help the sick. That's your duty. It's what you came here for, right? "

Dr Tim:

"Elli.... I... Is that how you really feel?"

Elli:

"Of course!...... Ever since my parents died, grandma has been there for me and Stu. I always knew I would become an Elmsley witch one day... Though I kept telling her I wasn't ready. But after what just happened.... I feel like it's somehow my fault.... If I had started my training earlier.... Maybe this wouldn't have happened to grandma. But I'm ready to begin now, even if she wants me to train under Won, I'll still do it... So, that also means I can't work at the clinic anymore...but I'll still be serving the community, just like you!"

Dr Tim:

"...... Elli...I..."

Just then, Ellen enters the garden and the sound of the metal gate slamming shut causes Dr Tim and Elli to look up.

Ellen :

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting? I'll just go now!"

Dr Tim springs up on his feet, looking a little pale and shaken.

Dr Tim:

"Ellen! No, Elli and I were just talking... I... I have to get back to work now, if you'll both excuse me."

As they watch him rush off, Elli sighs deeply. Ellen looks at her knowingly and smiles.

Ellen :

"If you like him that much, why did you tell him to go?"

Elli:

"Li-like him? What makes you think that?"

Ellen:

"Elli, I'm your grandmother. I'm also very old and wise, so I know love when I see it."

Elli:

"Love? Grandma, did Won knock you in the head too? Dr Tim is great and all.... I mean he's smart, hard working... kind, considerate, a little too serious but he's idealistic, passionate about helping others.... And I guess he's handsome from some angles...."

Ellen looks smugly at Elli. Elli gets a little worked up and tries to brush it off.

Elli:

"That was merely an objective appraisal of his many qualities as a medical professional! Besides.... Dr Tim would be wasting his talents here in this small town with small country folk like us...Men like him weren't meant for places like Cottage Hills. He'll be happier out there, where he belongs... "

Elli looks down sadly as she fumbles around with her apron, dejectedly swiping off some dirt. Ellen looks up at Elli with concern.

Elli :

"Anyway, it's getting chilly, let's go inside, grandma."

#the sims 2 #ts2 pictures #ts2 screenshots #ts2 neighborhood #ts2 scenery #harvest moon back to nature #sims 2 #cottage hills #sims 2 simblr #harvest moon tree of life #Redemption

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 5 years ago

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Apartment AU Masterpost:

-Everyone lives in an apartment complex.

-Xisuma as landlord? Or just a really well looked up to person in the complex. Whichever works for you!

-Pranks all the time. Everyone's constantly pranking each other.

-Everyone has 'normal people jobs.' Perhaps Joe is an English teacher? (Cleo's also a teacher. (Irl.) Omg, what if they teach at the same school?) Maybe Bdubs is a professional interior designer? Maybe Cub builds computers? Go nuts, get creative.

-Actually, screw it. Bdubs works at IKEA.

-Everyone meets up every Friday night to go to the pub or go bowling or just do something together.

-They have a discord server because of course they do.

-European Hermits are early-birds, American hermits are night-owls. (This is the only way I can think to portray timezones and waking hours when everyone's living in the same building.)

-They all still love minecraft, don't worry.

-Keralis has so many books his flat is basically a library. He lets people come in and borrow books for a small fee.

-Tinfoilchef is a bit of a shut in but everyone makes an effort to include him.

-Etho would also be a cryptid like Xisuma. Like, we've seen Xisuma's whole body other than his face but the best we know about Etho is that: 1. He exists and 2. From the, like, one single real life photo he's shared, he broke a headset. Also, 3. Allegedly, he's buff. Otherwise; Beef and Etho invite Pause (who lives elsewhere,) over at random intervals to [play ctm maps] and do god knows what. Bdoubs works at IKEA but is the person to make the room displays, y'know.

-Scar sells dice and other tabletop rpg supplies that he designs. His shop is magiccrystals. com

-Cub and Scar made business with the guy who runs the fight club. They get half of the profits and everyone’s always wondering how those two can always afford the most expensive Christmas gifts for everyone.

-Mumbo could be an engineer or work on a STEM field, and he works on some really important and impressive projects and that would explain his polish person, Exept, when it comes to helping another hermit to change a lightbulb or fix a microwave he is an absolute disaster.

-Grian owns a parrot that knows everyones' names and faces and greets them when they come in.

-Scar's apartment has a balcony filled with plants and he has to bring them inside for the winter. (I'm assuming that all 4 seasons happen) Even without the balcony plants, his place is still full of indoor plants including his favorite venus flytrap. There is always a plant knocked over from Jellie's shenanigans. Jellie is supposed to stay in his apartment, however she keeps on getting out somehow, even getting to Xisuma's apartment occasionally.

-There's a grassy patch out back that acts as a backyard, but Stress has effectively taken it over. Perfect for flowers of all colors in the spring and summer, and during the winter you KNOW she’s building an ice castle from which to throw snowball at all her friends.

-Beef and, when he’s visiting, Pause get a lot of questions about Etho (since unlike X who gets one tightlipped visitor in shape of his brother Etho gets two that are willing to be vague) however they charge a fee for people to guess. They’d never actually sell him out but the guesses are always something technical related so there’s not much of a risk, he actually works as a botanist/gardener.

-Iskall is extremely good at ice hockey and, as resident Canadians, Etho and Beef have played with him. However Iskall only knows that he’s played with Beef because both beef and etho refuse to tell him who in the rink was Etho when they played.

-The only person who’s seen Xisuma's face is Keralis.

-Nobody knows what Grian does for a job. Like, when they think they've figured it out what he does, they're thrown through a loop again because he does a lot of odd jobs. Need help with a pet? Grian can help! Rip on your clothes? Don't worry, Grian knows how to fix it! Ect.

-Grian's an assassin. Iskall will make assassin jokes and Grian, without looking up from his coffee will go: "that's not how that works!" And then go back to being quiet. Everyone's like ????

-I love the idea of Grian knowing all these cool facts and when anyone acts he says 'it's because of his job,' and they still can't figure out what he does. He keeps correcting Iskall on assassin facts but they're all just like 'oh Grian sure must love those types of movies, huh.'

-Cleo teaches Joe's kid. (That means she teaches either year 2 or year 3? // 1st grade or 2nd grade?)

-Grian's family is in the mafia but he mostly just vibes. Sure, he works with the mafia, but he keeps his regular life away from work and none of the hermits (besides False because she saved the Mafia boss) know. Imagine boss looking at False and going, 'oh hey, you're already protected.' False is confused and says 'what?' But the Mafia Boss has already left.

-Etho is always in full kakashi cosplay.

-Honorary hermits apartment au: zloy and pixl have a radio show but also act as private investigators. Falsie hires them to investigate how she got the protection of the mafia. On their investigation they start asking Elybeat (that lives on a building right next to the hermits) about weird behaviors that he might have seen. Ely just goes ‘all of what they do is weird. I’ve recorded weird stuff they say and remixed it. They though it was funny and put the remixes as their elevator music.'

-Everyone thinks Etho is an assassin, but really, he's a horticulturist/botanist. He doesn't bother to correct them cause it means he doesn't get pranked, (or, as often.) Maybe someone finds out eventually? I don't know who. Maybe Doc and they keep it hush hush cause they think it's funny or something. || Maybe Bdubs finds out, (because I think he's seen Naruto?? Swear I saw a Twitter post where he recognized a Naruto joke) and he's the only one that recognizes that Etho's dressed like Kakashi and NOT an assassin. (That's lowkey a joke though.)

-Someone warns Grian against parking euro because they think Etho's an assassin and Grian just kinda goes: "alright then." Knowing that there's no way Etho is an assassin, but also realising how the hermits view that profession, he most likely starts feeling kinda bad.

-Beef used to be a car photographer and Mumbo takes photographs as a sideline when he was in college. They would occasionally chat about their past experience in the photography field and sometimes gush about cars.

-Hermit Challenges was actually a truth or dare game among the hermits. Mumbo was basically delirious from lack of sleep to explain his absolute gremlin energy. Mumbo dares Grian to steal front doors before passing out and everyone decided that was the end of that game. No one thought Grian would do the dare. A week later, everyone but Etho and Xisuma were missing their front doors (including Grian.) He stuck them in his bathroom so no one immediately saw the doors.

-As already established, Joe constantly hangs at Keralis's library. Let's say he also has a hobby for writing, and one time he was asking to himself how *insert really specific murder scene* would work in real life. Grian or Doc then overheard him and answers him in a also very specific way, he thanks them with 0 concerns and continues with his writing.

-Etho has been an assassin but it was many years ago, and retired to care for plants. (As you do.) He got hired by The Goatfather but intentionally botched the killings because, 'hey now those two are friends >:(' He and Bdubs still have the endrod game but it involves the whole apartment building and several discord messages going "located" or "flashlight on the move.'

-Stress paints all the hermit's door and puts their names on them. (-🌿)

-The organisization Grian works for is called "The Watchers!" They text him in riddles of what his missions are. This is so that if anyone peaks at his phone, they don't understand immediately!

-What if in YHS happen because of grian family and Sam is from an other family who does not support the grain family. So grian will not bring up high school and school and when joe and Cleo talk about there student grian sometimes cringes remember what happened in high school. (-🌿)

-Grian and Mumbo's hobbits holes were two cupboards they found on their respective apartments and decided to make a room out of them and named them their hobbit holes after they found out they both had them (-🐿️)

-What if it's a really old apartment and the 'hobbit holes' actually connect to each others apartment. (-🐺)

-Mumbo has these periods when he overworks like crazy and when they're over - he sleeps for like 24-36 hours straight. Everybody knows about this and help him if he falls asleep in random plaxes around the apartment. Mumbo once fell asleep right before his door and Grian tried to help him get inside while mumbling. Guess which remix were aded to the elevator music next week.

-Whenever anyone is annoyed or upset, grian sometimes pops his head up from his book and goes "who do I need to kill?" No one takes him seriously though he *would* kill for any of his friends.

-People who have left the server work nearby but have moved to new apartments. (For example, Welsknight works at a nearby food truck) (-☘️)

-With the Grian being a spy you get several oints where he thinks he's been found out but no one puts the and two together. They're all like: "Grian just likes action movies I guess."

-Scar's "wizard robe" is a bathrobe he owns. One day he forgets to change and just walks out in a bathrobe and no pants.

-Since Cleo teaches Joe's kid, maybe that extends to all the hermits' kids? Like the ones that have them, like not at the same time but at some point you know?

-I don't think I saw any regarding headgames, but I could've missed it. Anyways, what if Cleo wanted to make a big Scrapbook in her free time of all her friends, so she asks everybody to try and get pictures. So the PVP heads are candid photos, and the tradeable one are like selfies or group pictures. The other heads could just be a requirement for the picture like have a sheep in the picture. And maybe she gives the winners dinner payed by her or something.

-On the head cannon that hermits that aren’t on the server work nearby, Biffa is the actual mayor.

-Are mobs (and half mobs by extension) still a thing in apartment au? Cause if not I propose that Jevin just has cloob blue dyed hair and a bunch of blue tattoos.

-XB bakes a lot and always shares the food he makes with the others. They adore his cookies. Scar really wants to make some cookies in the shapes of disney characters with him, but he's too shy to ask. (-nameless anon)

-Perhaps Mumbo and Iskall are also protected by the mafia because of grian (perhaps scar is too) They and False have a 'we are protected and have no idea why' group (-Frost Anon)

-Imagine the hermits want to throw a nice party but X and Etho were kinda like “yeah no i’ll pass” so they make it a masquerade so that they can come- and then the whole night no one knows who anyone really is, but still has a really good time.

-Grian wanted a pet parrot, but felt like he would be terrible at taking care of one so he has toy parrots instead, those that have pre made phrases and such, and he is proud of his toy parrot pets. (-🐿️)

-Xisuma hosts a podcast! That's where all of his Xisuma speaks content ends up coming from. (-🇵🇭)

-Etho has a secret food blog called "Cooking With Etho" (based on the actual cooking with Etho segment in usually his modded stuff.) He also knows that there's hermits that either: have no idea how to cook properly or can't cook real meals due to their work. To help with this, sometimes he leaves finished meals or recipes with them (outside their doors or somehow in their fridge) and no one knows who does it prompting the theory of a self care ghost haunting the building.

(All of those in red were from Anons!)

-Joe works as a LAMP Developer.

-False has an assortment of swords, knives, etc. She even had a bow! She also has a dummy to practice fighting on.

(-@unpredictable-pancake.)

-Stress is a wedding designer. (-@the-angry-numel.)

-Iskall also works at IKEA with Bdubs. (-@mandatedempathy.)

-There's a local club that's basically fight club a few people are in. False, Iskall and a couple others are in.

-Hypno is kind of a bit of a loner. Everyone on the floor considers him a friend but he doesn't really have a best friend. He just does his own thing and people usually let him do that. He's fine with it.

-XB and Joe spend a lot of time at Keralis' library house just reading the books. Keralis usually charges every except those two because 1. They're there so often and 2. They're basically his room mates at this point. (-@tomcatacaphe.)

-Ren works at a bar as a bartender or musician. (-@friendlyneighbourhoodpieceoftrash.)

-Building on the last thing with Ren as a musician or working at a bar, he works at a bar as a server but does live music on weekends. It's the bar/pub/restaurant that the hermits sometimes hang out at together.

-I can see Grian working at a pet shop but also on the side of the mafia because of YHS. Or at least he used to be involved with the mafia.

-Beef once had to cart Etho off to the hospital for a chemical burn and explain to the other tenants that the explosion heard suspiciously close by wasn’t mafia activity. Etho is just an idiot with a hobby of making homemade fireworks.

-(-@limelocked.)

-False is the chief of police for the town they live in. Iskall is a hired assassin who normally gets employed by the mysterious figure GOATfather. Doc is the GOATfather, head of the mafia. Falsie is trying to hunt down these two as well as any others associated with them. The nHo is part of the mafia. Falsie has no idea any of them are in the mafia and they refuse to kill her because she has become such a close friend to them.

-Maybe Grian is a spy instead of an assassin? The group the Watchers is a government policing organization bent on trying to crack down on mob activity in the area.

(-@creator0fchaos.)

-The elevator music is hermitgang and remixes. -(@lookitsspacekween.)

-Zedaph is a game show host. Tango makes cartoons. (-@aphion-and-on.)

-Come on, let Iskall play ice hockey! Maybe not professionally if it doesn't work for the AU but he's v good at least. (-@automnalsaffron.)

-Grian maybe works at an animal shelter or an animal rehabilitation center. So everyone who has a pet usually comes to him for help if their pet is sick or injured. (-@vahco.)

-Grian has a safe full of guns, all the Hermits know about it but think they're fake. (-@xxpzmistxx)

-X never comes out of his room so no one’s seen his face. The only way he communicates is via text, Discord, and an intercom right by his door. He almost always gets groceries whenever the hermits are busy and therefore have no time to go out- but the hermits know he’s a real person because sometimes they hear guitar solos coming from his room.

-Hypno is a voice actor!

-Joe and Cleo often go home at the same time, and all the way it's almost always Cleo complaining about her students being bratty and the likes (Bonus points if Joe carpools with Cleo, who owns a car.)

-False unknowingly helps the boss of the mafia after seeing him wounded on a street one day, earning her their protection.

-As a callback to Season 6, Stress became a cat lady for a bit while False became a dog lady. As an added bonus: Cleo became nuts when Cub decided to gift her with spiders for her birthday or some other event.

-Mumbo still sidelines as a cameraman/film director for short documentaries and comedy sketches where he often invites Zed and his buddy Jack to act maybe?

-The first time X was proven to be an actual person was when the girls temporarily kicked the boys out to have the apartment all to themselves for a girls’ night which prompted the boys to have their own boys’ night. X was wearing his grey helmet that night so his face was still obscured tho, and from that day forward they always had a weekly girls’ night and boys’ night alternating on which group gets to have the apartment to themselves.

-False may seem like she can take a shot or two, but in reality she’s very lightweight and easily drunk, and is always the first one wasted. She becomes a flirty drunk who flirts with everyone and everything when she’s tipsy, an angry drunk the more she drinks and eventually a sad drunk before passing out. Cleo and Stress, her drinking buddies, always find amusement in this.

-As a callback to Xb living a thousand blocks away from society in s7, maybe he lives at the highest floor where not many (if not no one) occupies?

(-@heyitsroby.)

-Civil War started because they used to get groceries delivered to their doors and Grian started stealing them when they were left in the doorstep. Everyone stole each others groceries until one day they went into teamss of one side vs the other side of the corridor to the other until Grian stole so many groceries Dic was like 'Dammit!' He started going to the store to get groceries instead of getting them delivered to his door after that. (-@sayeshaa1108.)

-Regarding apartment au: Zedaph is similar to miu iruma from danganronpa: making the weirdest inventions and coaxing the other hermits into doing weird things for science. (-@oh-hecc-im-stupid.)

-Idk if Doc has a profession yet in the apartment au, but it just struck me- what if he owned a private casino?? Cause of s7? Just a thought! (-@853dragons.)

-Cleo really enjoys doing miniature diorama scenes. Like the tiny dudes from "Night at The Museum". She's like crazy good at it, and Joe will sometimes base his poems and stories off of her dioramas. Also maybe Joe has published a book of poems and short stories? (-@lynxes15.)

-Doc works as a social engineer and part time mafia boss. He rarely shows up for game nights. However, when he does, nobody else stands a chance.

-Tango, Impulse and Zedaph go over to each other's rooms so often they practically live together in an apartment room 3X bigger than everyone else.

(-@trashedeggnog.)

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-Everyone finds out Grian is an assassin/mafia boss because someone from a different gang (*cough cough* sam gladiator *cough cough*) found out where he lives and tried to murder him. Queue epic gun fight scene. If you want some angst, Grian gets shot a couple of times in the fight but didn’t realize it because of the adrenaline and passes out. (-Anon.)

-Imagine someone like, finding Grian's guns and weapons and just being :0 and Grian is a little nervous. But then the other hermit just think the guns are cool (it's probably either etho or doc) and they're just gushing over how cool the guns are. Grian is relieved. (-Anon.)

-iJevin owns at least one gun. He's not in the mafia or a cop or anything, it's just cool and legal so he as one. He's the constant counter for the other gun owning hermits who have them for more mafia related purposes (context: jevin owns at least one gun irl) (-Anon.)

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romansrgn · 4 years ago

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ch. 8

"I can't believe we just did that." Braelin shook her head in disbelief.

Dante looked down at his naked girlfriend."You regret what happened?"

"No, of course not. I'm just surprised that this was the place we decided to, you know—"

"Make love?"

Braelin raised a brow, surprised at how intimate it sounded. "Is that what we did?"

Dante thought for a moment, and honestly, he wasn't sure. Don't get him wrong, he slept with his fair share of women and could honestly say what he and Braelin just did felt different than the night of fucking he's grown accustomed to with the previous women he had been with, But at the same time, it felt that it was too soon to call what he and Braelin did "making love." Especially since he knew she had some unresolved feeling for her ex despite the constant declarations to him about wanting to see where they could go.

"I think you and I need to put some clothes on before someone walks in and sees you naked, and I'll have to kill them." he kissed the tip of her nose.

Braelin rolled her eyes and stood up."Right because seeing me naked with a swollen belly is every man's fantasy."

Dante gave her a look, "You're only saying that because you don't see yourself the way I do. I just had you and already want seconds."

Braelin popped her hand on her hip. "Seconds?"

"You're right; Sixths is more like it." He smirked, burying his head in her neck. He loved that she smelled like him.

Braelin kissed him lightly on the lips. "You didn't even take any pictures."

"You underestimate me, baby. I managed to get twenty shots before getting in between those sweet thighs of yours."

Braelin laughed. "Ok, this is not a story I'm going to tell the kids once they're old enough to see the pictures themselves."

Dante snorted, shaking his head. "Sex? Check. Photoshoot? Check. How about dinner at any restaurant of your choosing?"

"Didn't we do this backward?"

Dante shrugged. "We can still have sex afterward."

Braelin lightly shoved him. "Ass."

Roman looked over his shoulder at the hand that was placed there.

"Don't be too disappointed. It's only your wife."

Roman sighed, "Do you want to keep doing this? I asked you to meet me here so we could talk, not argue."

Janelle nodded, "I'm here, and like I said, despite your infidelity twice. I'm still willing to work out our marriage."

Roman remained quiet after hearing that.

Janelle wasn't sure what she was doing. She's never been the type of woman to be ok with her man fucking around on her, and she still wasn't. But like she said before. She and Roman had too much history, and they've been through way too much to throw it all away. "I'm not trying to make this difficult. I want everything to go back to the way things used to be."

"I need to do something I should've done a long time ago and be honest with you. Do I still love you? Yes. Do I love still love, Braelin? Yes, and honestly, even after all these years, I still haven't stopped. What happened between Braelin and I shouldn't have happened, but I don't regret it. But what I do regret is how this is all affecting you, and that's why I think we should get a divorce."

Janelle smiled sadly. "I keep telling myself I owe myself more than what I'm giving right now. I'm trying to hold onto something so good and beautiful at one point because despite where we are now, our love was something to fight for, and I thought you felt the same."

Roman nodded, "I do. I did, and that's my point. I need to figure things out, and it's not fair to you or anyone else if I stay in a marriage that I swore before God that I would be in forever. When in reality, I have never done right by you."

"But You think you're doing right by Braelin? You're not. The three of us have been in this entanglement since college. But like fools, we all participate in it because, for whatever reason, we convinced ourselves that you were the right man for us."

Roman snorted, "You never wanted to work on our marriage. You didn't want me to go back to Braelin."

Janelle shrugged. "Despite what I feel about her and the situation. Neither one of us deserves to be led on by you."

"That's not what I'm doing."

"No, you're playing the field. Rounding the bases to see which girl you want to play with for a little while, but then you'll get bored, and then, of course, history will repeat itself."

Roman chuckled darkly. "Yea, and that never stopped you from spreading your legs for me every chance you got either."

Janelle slapped Roman hard across the face. "I was stupid to think you were worth my effort, let alone the time I've wasted on making this work. I wanted to keep you because I love you, but despite that, I realize I'm not in love with you. I know that now because no woman who could truly love themselves would be willing to be a second choice for a son of a bitch like you."

Roman pointed at his wife. "That's what I always liked about you, Janelle. You never hold back, and I appreciate that, so let me return the favor." He stood up, towering over her wrapping a strand of hair around his finger. "Even though we had our good times. You were never her. You will never be her."

Janelle snorted, removing his hand from her hair. "Right now, you'll never be Dante. You remember him. Braelin's boyfriend. You know the same boyfriend she fucked in the middle of her maternity shoot."

Roman's large hands flexed, and his eye twitched.

"Of course, you didn't know that, so let me shed a little light on the subject. According to my good friend, who happens to be the assistant to the makeup artists who did Braelins makeup. Those two were too busy fucking each other's brains out to notice that the building wasn't empty. But I can't blame her. Dante is fine as—"

Hearing enough, Roman walked off, leaving Janelle alone.

Janelle smiled. She would gladly give Roman his divorce; although she did love him, she no longer wanted his cheating ass. She can admit that to herself, but she will be damn if she allowed Roman to get his happy ending after all the pain he caused her. It was one thing to cheat once but twice and then got the woman he cheated with pregnant. He can get the fuck out of here with that.

But was Roman alone in this? No, of course not. It takes two to create a child, and in Janelle's mind, Braelin was guilty as sin and should also pay for her part in this betrayal. But she wasn't going to play the role of the wicked ex-wife. She was going to show Roman that he can't snap his fingers and get everything he wants. So her plan was simple. Give Braelin the happy ending she always wanted, and naturally, it wasn't going to be with Roman.

Roman ignored questioning stares as he walked past them. He immediately dialed Braelin, "Answer the phone, damn it."

"Hey, Rome, you ok?" Naomi asked, immediately noticing the tension in his frame. "Is Braelin ok?"

Roman glared at her while hanging up the phone. "Where's your cousin?"

Naomi raised a brow at his tone, "Probably busy since she didn't answer your call, and with the way your attitude is right now, I'm glad she didn't."

Roman snorted, "Right, because I'm the big bad wolf."

"More like an indecisive fuck boy with good intentions. You don't want to hurt Brae, but somehow you always do. You two are friends who settled on co-parenting, but somehow that's not enough for you. You need to control every aspect of her life because you want to be her life."

"That's unfair and not true. I want what's best for her, even if it's not me. You know that."

"I know that you want to believe that, but your actions speak louder than those pretty little words. You have gone above and beyond to insert yourself into things that don't concern you. You two are not together anymore. Move on."

Roman knew Naomi was right, and despite his actions, he wanted Braelin to be happy, and with Dante, she was delighted. But he couldn't help but covet what he knew was his "Let me ask you something. If you and Jimmy broke up and after everything you two have been through together, would you accept him being happy with someone else? You would find it easy to sit back and watch someone else take your spot. Just like that."

Naomi shook her head. "You know Janelle is actually in this predicament, and I bet to you she seems like a real bitch for being hurt that you want to start over with the mother of your children. But the truth of the matter is you two are the real villains of the story, not her."

"At Least you're honest."

Naomi closed her eyes before turning around to see her cousin standing there. "I didn't mean to--"

"Yes, you did, and you're right. I know I can't take back what I did, and for that, I'm sorry because our actions caused someone else to get hurt in the process, not once but twice. I fucked a married man and got pregnant with his children. It was low down, and as a woman, it was disrespectful as hell. I'm the bad guy, not her."

Janelle clapped her hands, seemingly having heard the entire exchange. "That's the first step to redemption. Accountability, but it doesn't absolve you for what you did."

"It doesn't, and I can't say sorry enough to you, and I know that you can't forgive me--"

"It's not that I can't. I won't forgive you, Braelin. That's the difference. You willingly opened your legs for a married man not once but twice, and because of this affair, you got pregnant knowing I was having issues."

Roman opened his mouth to interject, but Braelin held up her hand, stopping him from commenting any further. She didn't need to be protected from this, especially since she knew she was the one in the wrong.

Braelin bit down on her bottom lip. "I didn't know." she defended. "I found out what was happening with you after I found I was pregnant. That's why I didn't want to say anything because it would be another slap to the face, and I couldn't hurt you like that."

"It's too late, Braelin," Janelle yelled. "I'm hurt either way, and the worse thing about this whole thing is that I'm not even surprised Roman cheated with you because this was always our favorite dance. The three of us. But, what I was surprised about was how weak-minded you still are when it comes to him." Janelle pointed to Roman. "And at first, we could blame it on how young and stupid we were, but the truth is only one of us is still stupid," she said before walking off, leaving Naomi, Roman, and Braelin alone.

"I didn't know you were— that she was." Naomi didn't know what to say to her cousin. She didn't attend for her talk with Roman to end with her cousin being dragged in front of what she can now see as the entire fucking locker room. At some point during the argument, they must've gotten the attention of some of the other superstars, "Maybe we should go somewhere else."

Braelin was numb. She came to Roman to ask what the emergency was since he had called her and texted her ten times. The only reason she didn't answer the phone was that she was already in the building. "No, I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know that I did a maternity photoshoot today.' Braelin looked around the arena of people who still occupied the room.

Roman tensed. "Really, and you didn't think I would like to attend?"

Braelin furrowed her brows at the question. "What are you—" her phone rang. "Hey, baby," she said, looking over at Roman and Naomi before excusing herself.

Naomi ran a hand through her hair. "I never attended for anyone to find out like this. I pushed too far and—"

Roman didn't like that their business was now on full blast, but he could admit it was nice to be open and honest with everything, and it made what he had to do next that much easier. Janelle wasn't the bad guy, but she wasn't the victim Naomi was trying to paint her out to be. He knew she had some tricks up her sleeve, and he'd be damn if he allowed her to interfere with him and his family "Yea, maybe a little. But Janelle is up to something."

"Janelle is not my concern, and considering all the shit you already have to deal with, she shouldn't be yours either."

Roman snorted, "It's hard to tell whose side you're on these days."

"I'm on the side I've always been on, and that's Braelin."

"Oh yeah? It seems like you're more on Janelle's side, and I'm not sure why that is. You and Janelle aren't friends, but from the way you're acting, you two have been friends for years. Braelin is the one that needs you right now. So instead of throwing what we did back in her face every second, maybe you should try to remember she needs you right now." Roman said, walking off. He had a meeting with Paul Heyman. He'll talk to Braelin later.

"I'm glad everything went alright with Tata. Send him my love, ok."

"I will. We're still on for tonight?"

Braelin grinned. "Of course. I should be done here before 9. They don't have much for me so that it might be sooner, and then I'm all yours."

Dante liked the way that sounded but deep down inside; he could never get himself to believe it. "You promise?"

Braelin heard the double meaning behind his question, and now more than ever, she wanted to make that promise to him, "I promise, I'm all yours. I'll see you tonight, baby."

Naomi peaked her head into the room once she heard her cousin end her phone call. "I want to apologize to you."

Braelin stuffed her phone in her pocket. "For what? None of this is your fault."

"It's not, but I don't want you to feel like I'm not on your side. Because I am. I've just been on edge since after Jimmy's surgery."

Braelin sighed, "I know that you've been through a lot lately, and of course, I know you're on my side, Nao. But it just feels like you're punishing me sometimes."

Naomi grabbed Braelin's hand. "I'm not punishing you. Yes, I'm-- I'm upset that this happened. Honestly, I knew what kind of hold you and Roman had on each other. I wish that I intervened before things could get more complicated for you."

Naomi loved Roman like a brother, but after Roman broke things off with Braelin to give his relationship with Janelle another chance, she witnessed Braelin's heartbreak live and in color. If it weren't for Jimmy talking her down, she probably would've killed Roman for what he did to her cousin.

"I don't need--"

"You almost stopped wrestling after you lost him, remember that?" Naomi whispered heatedly.

"I remember, Naomi. It wasn't my finest moments, and I sure as hell don't want to relive them. It hurt. It still does. It's why I'm scared as hell to give my heart to Dante out of fear that he's going to do the same thing Roman did to me."

"Then you need to be honest with him. You're making promises to him that are going to be impossible to keep because you can't stay away from your ex, and now that you're pregnant with his children, it's going to be even harder to keep that much-needed distance."

Braelin whipped the loan to tear that rolled down her cheek. "How did I manage to fuck things up this badly? I didn't want to hurt anyone, but I ended up hurting everyone."

Naomi laughed. "It's your talent, I guess."

Braelin pinched Naomi. "Bitch."

"Just think about what I said, ok."

Braelin nodded. She suddenly wanting to see Dante now more than ever.

Paul Heyman stood at the end of the table, eyeing both Roman and Vince McMahon. "I think this partnership could be beneficial to everyone."

Roman nodded. "A heel turn is unexpected, and it could be what I need to make things more interesting."

Paul grinned, "I agree, so what do you say? Do we have a deal?" He said, extending his hand.

Roman eyed the hand in front of him for a while before shaking it. "We have a deal, and since Jimmy's injured. I want Jey along for the ride."

Vince looked almost skeptical by the idea, but he trusted Paul and Roman to take this new storyline to new heights. "Fine, I'll leave you to it."

"So, here's what I think we should do--"

"We need to involve Braelin somehow," Roman said, interrupting Paul.

Paul blinked. "What?"

"You heard me. Since we're introducing this new heel turn and turning it into a family affair, I think it's only fair to involve not only Jey but Brae."

Paul Heyman had no issue involving more of the company's top talent but last heard, Braelin was close to retiring. "Umm, sure. But I thought she was retiring. "

Roman took a sip of his water. "She was, but now she has a reason not to."

Paul looked confused. "Explain."

"It's simple. She can't wrestle while pregnant, and since she's carrying my children, it'll add more layers to the story while giving her a reason to stick around."

Paul wouldn't call himself a manipulative man in the slightest. He was a smart businessman that knew how to make any situation work in his favor in the name of good content. However, that didn't mean he was against it, or he didn't know it when he saw it and if you asked Paul what Roman Reigns was doing was a manipulation at his finest. But whatever worked, and if Roman wanted Braelin a part of the story, then that is what's going to happen. "Whatever the tribal chief wants. The tribal chief gets."

Roman smirked, "That's what I like to hear."

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Peace - (Poe dameron x fem!reader)

Folklore series Part 3/4

A/N: Phew THIS ONE! so many ~emOtIOnS~. So, time has passed since Part 2, wherein they've fallen more and more in love and they’ve both told their parents about the other one and its gettin kind of SERIOUS. We’re picking back up in TROS time period.

Warnings: oral sex (F recieving), penetrative sex, curse words, orgasm, 18+, NSFW, the usual.

Word Count: 5.2K yeet

Two fingers moving lightly over your cheek awoke you.

Your eyebrows furrowed and blue morning light pulled your eyelids to open. You grumbled and squinted in the growing light.

An arm tightened around your waist and pillowy lips found your jaw. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." Poe whispered, his tone honeyed.

You groaned and clenched your aching back, a chorus of pops running down you.

Poe chuckled softly on your cheek and made a trail of kisses from your jaw down the curve of your neck.

"Since when do you wake up earlier than I do?" You growled.

"Couldn't stay asleep last night. I've been up since 4 this morning." He admitted. His stubble tickled your neck and collarbone.

You looked over to him, your eyes still squinted. "What?"

He smirked and his curls brushed back and forth on your cheek. His mouth sucked on a spot of your collarbone that somehow remained untouched by hickeys.

A warm jitter zipped through your body and you felt your mind clear. You reached a hand over to run through his thick hair.

"Babe..." You whispered.

Poe's arms tightened around your waist and his warm chest pressed tightly into yours.

You smiled and let out a deep breath.

Your mother had warned you about going back to Poe when you had Holomessaged to tell her the news. Her eyebrows had furrowed and her tone had become harsh. She had recounted you desperately fleeing the Resistance base to return to your home world. She reminded you of how fully you had shattered on her doorstep, falling back into her comfort and security instead of Poe's.

'We talked about what happened, Mom. About everything. And I think...I think he's grown. He listened to what I had to say and changed some things.' You had explained to her.

'Pssh, we'll see how long that lasts. He's the Resistance poster boy; he's too cocky. I don't trust him, joganfruit.' She had countered.

"What time is it?" You whispered, cutting your mother's memory off before she could become any more inflamed.

Poe murmured and looked over at the holoprojector on his bedside table. "5:30."

You grumbled and wiggled yourself closer to him. There was still a few hours left to steal before life would awaken and call you away from Poe. You sighed happily and pulled the blanket up to your chin, closing your eyes and getting readjusted.

Your ex-boyfriend now turned serious boyfriend ran his fingers slowly from your hair line, over your scalp and then down your neck. He pressed soft kisses on your warm temple and murmured on your skin, "Can I ask you something, sweetheart?"

You smirked, keeping your eyes closed, and nodded yes.

"Would you still want to be with me if I wasn't Poe Dameron?" He whispered. His words hovered thickly on the skin of your cheek.

You opened your eyes and turned to look at him. Your eyebrows scrunched and compassion flooded your expression. You reached a hand up to cup his face. You smiled softly and replied, "Who would you be then?"

Poe chuckled, but his undertone was serious. "No, I mean like...if I wasn't a General. If I wasn't in the Resistance." His dark eyes reached out for yours, grasping desperately for you to steady him. His heart, so normally overtaken with passion and determination, now sat vulnerable in front of you. He took the meat of his lip into his mouth as he watched your face.

You leaned up from your pillow and kissed him softly, both of your hands around his face. "I'm going to love you no matter where you go, or what job you have, or whoever you become. We're two parts of the same star, remember?" You swiped a thumb across his eyelid gently.

Poe looked down at you, his eyebrows tensed with emotion and ran his thumb over one of your eyelids softly. "Two parts of the same star." He echoed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Dad? Dad, I'm having a hard time hearing you." Poe said, his words terse. His eyes scanned the empty locker room, asking for some kind of guarantee of solitude.

His father's image shook and his words came out garbled. Holomessaging wasn't very popular in the rural lands of Yavin 4.

"Poe? Can you hear me?" Kes asked.

"Yeah, I can hear you. You're breaking up though."

"Lemme try..." Kes began and Poe could hear footsteps crunching on gravel.

Suddenly, Kes appeared clearly in the Holoprojector.

The Resistance General smiled. "Hey, Dad." Poe said again.

"Hi, son." Kes replied. "How's the Resistance?"

Poe sighed and shifted his weight. "We're still kicking. Barely."

"As long as there is one person willing-" Kes began.

Poe finished his father's tired mantra. "to stand against tyranny, hope is never lost."

Kes nodded and beamed at his son's morality.

"Dad, I wanted to ask you-"

"I heard about Leia." Kes said solemnly.

Poe nodded. "Yeah, we're...." He swallowed, for emotion had risen in his throat. "We're still trying to work through it."

"I can't imagine what that's like, son. Who took over her command?"

"Well, me and Finn-"

"You're the General?!" Kes exclaimed.

"I-" Poe tried to explain.

Kes was too overwhelmed to hear him. "Poe, your mother would be so proud of you! She is so proud of you." He corrected himself.

"I've been trying to do my best...Thanks." Poe debated about whether or not he should explain to his father about his shared command with Finn, but decided it could wait for another time. He clutched his mother's ring hanging around his chest and said, "Dad, I need to ask you something."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For what felt like the hundredth time, your eyes ran across the shotty Arebesh scrawled onto the holodocument displayed in front of you.

You held your chin in one hand and chewed on the side of your lip as you thought. Mumbling to yourself you said, "So, if Senator Lago and the Kanjiklub are working together. How do they connect to the First Order?"

Your mind felt as if it was smashing against a brick wall over and over again.

Thankfully, the whir of a certain orange and white ball droid averted your attention.

You twisted in your seat and smiled when you saw BB-8. "Hey, buddy." You said and jumped down from your chair to talk with him. You bent down to your knees and scratched his sides.

The droid opened up a large compartment in his side to reveal a wiry bouquet of purple and yellow flowers.

You smirked and took them from BB.

A note dangled from the flowers that read, 'Meet me in the hangar. -Poe'

You blushed and shook your head. Surrendering to the tsunami of hopelessness you had been feeling all day, you began to shut off the holotable and gather your books and papers.

Giddiness built in your chest as you and BB-8 moved quickly through the Ajan Kloss Base to you and Poe's quarters. You dropped your books and papers by the door and began to search through your closet for something to wear. You chose one of Poe's t-shirts and a dependable pair of jeans.

"Don't look!" You scolded BB-8 as you began to take off your uniform.

The little droid beeped and blooped in embarrassment, before zipping quickly through the door and towards the hangar.

~~~~~~~~~

Excitement and curiosity bubbled in your chest as you turned the corner to the hangar. There Poe stood, one of his arms on the Millennium Falcon and the other fiddled with his belt loop. BB-8 whirred softly around him, taking a visual catalog of the Falcon's current state.

You clutched the flimsy bouquet of flowers tight in your hands and started towards them. At the sound of your footsteps, the most handsome man you had ever seen turned to you. His face was quickly overwhelmed with a smile and his arms opened toward you. "Sweetheart, hey. You made it." He said as you pressed into his chest.

You wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed a hot kiss on his neck. "The General is gonna be so mad at me for skipping out early if he finds out."

Poe chuckled and moved you away from his chest to press his lips against yours. "I won't tell if you won't." He said after pulling away from your kiss.

You blushed, chuckled, and playfully hit his chest. The two of you walked onto the landing dock of the Falcon, his arm around your waist and yours wrapped tightly around his middle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The orange sun drooped low across the waves of Kothlis. The red and purple suns not too far behind it. Their colors drew painted lines across your and Poe's intertwined bodies, buried in the black sand below you.

"I think you ruined my tan." You whispered as your fingers combed through Poe's dark hair.

His body had been laying almost on top of yours for the better part of two hours, his skin hot and sticky against yours. His mouth sucked on your collarbone, the same spot he had worked on earlier in the morning, and he responded, "You don't need a tan anyway."

You smirked and readjusted the sunglasses resting on your nose. Napping on the shores of a beach planet with Poe Dameron was not how you expected this day to end, but you never could predict how any day with Poe was bound to go.

"We should probably go soon. They'll be worried about us." You said.

Poe groaned and tightened his hands on your bare ribcage, his thumb tracing the line of your bra.

You blushed and ran a thumb back and forth across his stubbly cheek. "Come on, babe. Get up."

Poe shook his head, his dark curls bouncing.

You smirked and called for BB-8 to start up the Falcon.

The little droid awoke from his resting state and moved, unsure, through the dark sand toward the hidden freighter down the shoreline.

Poe's hands dug into your ribcage, hard, and you gasped softly. "Poe, come on."

The man refused to let his mouth go from your collarbone. His eyebrows sat heavily on his forehead and you could almost see his hands shaking on your skin.

You put a gentle hand on his stirring ones and squeezed. "What's wrong?"

Poe's lips left your skin and he breathed out heavily. The General sat up and turned his back to you. He looked out over the lapping water and sighed. He ran a hand across his face and then chewed on his bottom lip.

You sat up and gently placed a hand on his defined back. You ran your hand up and down his shoulder blade before reaching up to give his tense neck a squeeze.

The man looked down at his knees, pulled tight to his chest, and then back out to the water.

"I don't-" Poe started. "Ugh," He exclaimed to himself. "I don't know what to do."

"About what?" You asked softly.

Poe mindlessly grabbed a handful of black sand and squeezed it so tight it slipped through his grasp. His dark eyes looked back at you under a cocked eyebrow and then returned to gaze at the on-coming waves. Poe sighed once more and then looked back at you again, "I'm in love with you."

You smiled and scooted forward to cup his face in your hand. "I know you are, dummy. I'm in love with you too." You kissed him sweetly, grasping the chain that held his mother's ring.

Poe broke the kiss and began to draw small designs in the sand. He swallowed loudly. "Sweetheart, I-" He blinked rapidly. "I talked to my dad and he, uh, he has some land on Yavin 4 that we could," Poe ran out of air and began again, out of breath, "he said we could build a home on."

You sat back on your haunches. Your mouth parted and your eyebrows pursed. Visions of you and Poe's home, deep in the warm jungles of Yavin 4, flew through your mind. You saw the warm morning light stream through the bedroom windows and Poe's sleepy face on the first day he would be able to sleep in after the war was won. You saw the garden of herbs and vegetables in your backyard. You saw a little black-haired girl screaming and running as her father chased her through the same lands his father had chased his son on.

Unable to control them, your eyes began to water. You looked out over the ocean and your breath came in heavy pounds against your ribcage, not unlike the waves against the shoreline before you.

"I'm not asking you to settle down, not if you don't want to, but..." Poe took your hand and pulled you back to the present. "I would."

Your eyes met his and you suddenly felt overtaken by his gaze. Looking at him now felt as if you had never seen him before, every curve and angle of his face utterly breathtaking.

"If you want to, I'll do it." He whispered. He reached a hand out to rub his thumb across your face softly.

You placed a hand gently on his outstretched arm and kissed his wrist, pressing your lips tightly into his skin.

"What do you think, sweetheart?" He asked again.

A warm breeze wafted off of the ocean and relaxed your overwhelmed mind. "I want to, of course I want to." You admitted.

One side of Poe's mouth quirked upwards as you continued.

Reality careened it's cruel voice into your thoughts. "But...what if," You took a deep breath and averted your gaze from your boyfriend's. "What if I lose you? Or you lose me? I couldn't-" You shook your head, the thought of being without him, once so mundane, now was absolutely unbearable.

Gently, Poe moved your gaze back to him. "I know, I know. But, what if we don't lose each other? What if we make it, sweetheart? What if this thing we're doing...works out?" His voice clipped towards the end of his question.

Tears spilled from the sides of your eyes, one after another. You pulled dry pieces of skin from your lips using your teeth.

Your boyfriend continued, "I told my dad," Poe took a shaking breath. "that I felt like I had lived my whole life just waiting to meet you. Waiting for the way that you looked at me the night we met."

You let out a quiet sob and Poe fought through his own emotion as he said, "If I'm gonna die, I want-" He swallowed. "I want to die with you having been the last person I loved." Poe squeezed your hand.

You wiped your tears with the back of your free hand.

"You don't have to answer now, but please, just, think about it." Poe's eyes were big and looked up into yours.

You nodded yes and leaned forward, pressing your lips harshly into his. You gripped his hair in between your fingers and pressed your body against his warm one.

Poe clutched your back with both of his hands, one on the middle of your shoulder blades and the other resting across the curve of your ass.

You pulled on his lips, hard. You were desperate to fill him with the glowing passion spilling from your chest.

Poe gently pushed your shoulders away from him and said, the space between your mouths hot and humid. "If we make it and we win this thing, people will come looking for us."

You sat back on your legs once more and Poe's hands dropped to his sides.

"We will never be able to truly have peace. We'll always have to hide from First Order sympathizers."

You dropped your gaze to the sand on your beach towels.

"But," Poe said, the lightness in his voice returning, "I would be with you when they do." He moved a finger under your chin and pressed against it, tilting your gaze upwards.

The General smirked slightly and his eyes ran over your features, searching for a response.

Your eyes caught on the ring around his neck and you pictured it glinting and glimmering on your finger. How you would work with it on your hand, shining in between gadgetry and espionage. How you would hold Poe's face with it there to decorate the both of you. You pulled your eyes from the shining band and back to Poe's.

Looking at him now, the sunset painting his face in warm purples and pinks, every touch of his skin, the smiles on your neck, the tight grip on your hips, rang loudly in your ears. Every morning spent curled up in bed years ago and all the mornings just these past few months flashed through your mind. You thought of his nibbles on your ear and how your name sounded falling from his lips. He seemed to beat as loudly in your ears as your own heartbeat. Your hands began to shake and your chest thumped loudly.

"Just, think about it, okay?" He whispered, his face clearly wanting an answer now.

You nodded and flung your arms around his neck. You pushed your breasts firmly into his chest and buried your mouth into his neck.

Poe ran a hand over the back of your head and kissed your temple. He drug his hand down to support your back and with the other he moved your jaw so that you could kiss his lips.

You obliged him, pressing your tongue against his bottom lip.

Poe adjusted your legs around his torso, pressing your panties against the growing tent in his pants, and opened his mouth to you.

You moaned as you moved your tongue into his mouth and began to dance with his own. Your hands held his face and tangled in his inky curls.

The pilot moved his hands to cup your ass and then whispered, "Let's get to the ship." He squeezed your butt once before drawing his hands down your legs as you moved to stand.

The pair of you stood, grabbed the beach towels, and almost jogged to the primed and ready Millennium Falcon.

You followed after Poe up the landing ramp and were greeted by a grumpy BB-8. The droid zoomed around the ship, bored from waiting so long.

"Hey, sorry buddy." Poe apologized to his mechanical friend. "We're ready now."

BB-8 whirred to the spot in the hallway where his mechanical arms could steady him and waited.

You followed Poe to the cockpit and watched the muscles in his back shift as he began the pre-lift off calculations.

His brow furrowed and he mumbled to himself as he worked, thinking as fast as he could.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and pressed a firm kiss on his cheek. "I'll meet you in the General's quarters." You whispered before pulling away from him.

He nodded, one of his hands reaching down to squeeze your almost naked ass.

You blushed and turned from him to go to the only bedroom on the ship.

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A few agonizing moments passed as you waited for Poe. Your mind raced with his words and the depths from which they had come. You wiggled backwards on the bed and closed your eyes. You let out a deep breath and moved a hand slowly down your body, stopping to tease your nipples, and then finding a way under the soaked cloth of your underwear. Slowly, to drag it out and keep yourself wet for Poe, you moved your fingers up and down your slit. You allowed your mind to wander through all the things you loved about your boyfriend. 'Or is he my fiance now?' You thought. The mere thought of spending the rest of your life beside the impulsive pilot pushed a new wave of moisture out of you. You moaned gently to yourself, letting your head roll to the side as your fingers teased your entrance.

The door hissed open and Poe was already tugging down his boxer shorts as he crossed the threshold. He stepped out of the fabric and quickly climbed onto the bed and over your scantily clad body. "BB-8 is in hanging in the corridor in rest mode."

You smiled and rubbed yourself faster now, as the cool of his mother's ring meeting the hot skin in between your breasts.

"Un-uh." Poe said and pulled your hand from out of your underwear.

You whined as the friction left you and Poe took your wet fingers in his mouth.

He ran his tongue down your finger and his mouth sucked on them persistently.

You moaned and your mouth gaped open. You could feel your pussy begin to throb, aching for him. Your back arched off of the bed and your hips jutted upwards to hit his.

Poe chuckled and let your fingers drop from his mouth with a loud slurp.

Your head reared back gently.

"You want me to show you how much I love you, sweet girl?" He asked, his voice low and throaty. His lips planted sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck.

"Yes." You breathed. You tried to reach your hand downwards to satisfy your burning core, but Poe caught it mid-reach.

"I'm the only one who gets to make your pussy cum."

Your eyes fluttered closed and a whine fell from your lips. Your hips moved to touch his.

Poe pushed your hips back down to the bed with both of his palms. He pressed his hands tightly over your hipbone. He kissed your stomach softly, creating a path down to the tip of your panties.

"Poe, please..." You whined, your core already soaking through the fabric. Your body squirmed under his grasp.

Poe dipped down to suck on the soaked fabric, graciously pulling some of your aching folds into his mouth.

You gasped and squirmed under him.

"Please what?" He asked, his breath hot hovering over your pussy. He ensnared your thighs with his arms, wrapping them underneath him, and then began to press soft kisses around your folds, allowing pressure everywhere except where you needed it most.

You cooed and jolted away from him.

Poe wiggled you back towards his mouth and continued his barrage of kisses.

"Please, fuck me, please." Your eyebrows tensed over your clamped shut eyelids. Your hands curled into the grey sheets below you.

Poe chuckled low in his chest, and you could feel it on your thigh. He snuck two fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear and wiggled it down your hips and then down your legs. He flung the garmet on the floor behind him. His dark curls tickled your stomach as he blessedly licked your dripping folds. His tongue moved up and down the slit, slowly, gently, teasingly. He swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves at the top of your pussy and sucked gently.

You whined loudly and reached a hand down to yank on his hair. A jolt of energy seemed to zip through your back, kicking it up from the bed below you.

Poe moved his tongue towards your entrance, darting back and forth quickly before spreading you even more with his fingers. "You always taste so fucking good, sweetheart." He whispered. He closed his eyes and curled his tongue inside you.

Heat worked it's way from Poe's mouth, through your body, to escape through your shaking hands.

Poe moved and began to lick rapidly at your clit and then worked back down to your entrance.

You yelped and your legs tensed around his head. You had to stop yourself from crushing his skull.

"Ow, baby." He smiled, pushing your legs gently apart again. His mouth moved back upwards to suck on your clit and then gently ran the pad of his thumb over your entrance before inserting a finger into you.

You cried out and you could feel his finger jerking quickly inside you. "Maker, fuck!" You exclaimed, your hand tensing in Poe's onyx-colored hair. Your thighs seized around his head and your eyes jerked up to watch him. You could feel your body tensing on the verge of orgasm, deathly close to falling over the edge.

He moved his hand even quicker now, the wetness of you squelching around him. His eyes met yours as his mouth moved from your clit to kiss you. Your wetness was still on his lips as his skin pressed into yours.

You happily licked the moisture off of him, reaching your tongue in his mouth as his finger jerked rapidly inside you.

"Close, sweetheart?" He asked, momentarily breaking your contact.

You nodded and gasped as he moved his thumb to work your clit in his other hands absence. Both of his fingers moved in unison and the new sensation quickly overwhelmed you.

Like the crack of a whip, tendrils of warmth overcame your body, leaving your mind lightheaded. You felt your muscles clench around his finger and your body begin to shudder. You yanked his hair, hard, and let out multiple loud yelps as your orgasm barreled through you. Waves of uncontrollable pleasure crashed into you, clearing your mind of absolutely everything except Poe Dameron.

Speaking of, the man leaned to press steadying kisses to the space in between your breasts. His hands slowed inside you as your body shook against his own. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of you. He whispered, his breath hot on your neck. "Can I put my cock inside you, sweetheart?"

You forced your water-logged head up from the pillow and breathed, "You?" hoping he would know what you meant.

Poe shook his head no as he moved to take one of your erect nipples in his mouth. The stubble on his face scratched your delicate skin. "It's all for you this time."

You moaned and your back lifted off the mattress below you. "Please." You said through gritted teeth.

Poe ran your nub in between his teeth gently, twisting back and forth. "Is that a yes?"

You groaned, half in frustration and half in pleasure. "Poe, please fuck me." Your back jerking from the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive skin.

The pilot smirked and released your breast from his mouth. He sat back on his haunches and began to line his now fully erect penis up with your dripping cunt.

You pulled your bottom lip inside your mouth as a sweet pressure overwhelmed you. Your eyebrows pulled together and you allowed your head to fall back against the pillow behind you. You could feel your body adjusting to him, and after you nodded that you were ready, Poe began to move.

The man breathed out through his teeth and grunted in pleasure. His body slowly moved above yours, his cock kissing every ridge inside you.

You closed your eyes and felt pleasure melt down your shoulders and drip down your naked body. You began to mirror Poe's movements, absorbing the force of his thrusts.

One of Poe's wide hands took your jaw in it's grasp. He moved it downwards so that your eyes looked into his. "Look at me, baby." He growled.

You felt yourself clench around him and you moaned in response, your eyes automatically flitting closed.

His grip on your jaw tightened as the force of his thrusts ricocheted through your body. Poe moaned loudly. "Look at me while I fuck you."

You exclaimed and forced your eyes to open.

Poe's deep brown eyes locked onto yours, pulling you to fall into him. To trust him. To spend your life with him. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth as he watched your face twist up in pleasure.

The intensity of his gaze easily overwhelmed you and sent shivers down your body.

Poe wrapped a hand behind your head to cup your neck and rested the other on your thigh pressed against his. "Sit up."

"What?" You asked, your breath shallow in your chest.

"Sit up." Poe repeated, gently moving his dick out of you.

You moaned without him and had to wrangle your focus to sit yourself upright.

Poe took both of your legs and wrapped them around his hips.

You hoisted yourself up and sat flush against his chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips pulled on a spot on his smooth chest.

The pilot lined himself up with you again and then gently pushed your hips down onto himself.

Your mouth flew open and your head reared back. Your eyebrows tensed, your eyes closed, and an undiscovered pressure filled your abdomen. Your head lolled to the side and a loud moan escaped you. You forced your eyes open and watched Poe's face as you settled around him.

The General moaned and sucked in air through his teeth. "Holy shit. Does that feel good to you?" His voice airy and dark.

"Oh my god, yes." You whispered. You took his chain in your mouth and began to kiss the soft skin where it had been.

Poe began to thrust himself upwards into you and the pair of you exclaimed loudly.

You clenched his bare back in your grasp.

Poe held your ass in his hands, spreading you to fit better around him. He moved slowly at first, both of you getting used to the new position.

Overwhelming desire moved you to bite the meat of Poe's neck gently. Your body shook against his.

As much as he could in this position, Poe worked to piston his dick in and out of you, forcing you to relish every ridge and friction he gave you.

Your toes curled and tears pricked at the sides of your vision. "Fuck, baby." You cooed.

Poe growled and pulled your collarbone into his mouth harshly. "I never want to fuck anyone else but you." He whispered.

You exclaimed and tears fell from your eyes. You felt yourself clamp down on Poe's dick and heard him moan in response. "I'm-" Your head lolled backwards. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over me." He whispered, his words shot warm rockets across your bare chest. His hips thrust harder now, running to snatch your orgasm from you.

You screamed and your body began to shake violently. Your muscles all seemed to take a deep breath, rejuvenated by the man in front of you. Your vision blurred and your mind was overwhelmed by the sensation of Poe inside you.

Poe pulled you flush to his chest, pressing a centering hand to your back. His mouth softly kissed your shoulder and his cock moved still.

You moaned as the last of your trembles left you and consciousness seemed to return.

Poe let you fall to the mattress below him.

Your head lolled from side to side and your eyes flitted open. "Holy shit." You breathed, reaching out to curl your fingers in Poe's hair. "Where'd you learn that one?"

The pilot placed a burning kiss to your lips and replied, "Kijimii."

You snickered as he began to suck on your earlobe and neck. "You want me to take care of you?" You asked, your voice breathy.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart."

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multifics-canary · 5 years ago

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Marinette's New Shield ch. 2

Ch.1

A/n: guys, thank you so much for your interest in my first posted miraculous story!!! I do have others that I play around with(literally wrote one while at work) and might decide to post those in some near future. This is a little longer than the first one. And I might make a little chapter series. I don't own miraculous ladybug!! And please dont steal this :D

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Plans are simple, especially if you do it accordingly. Lila's plan was easy to see through. Make a few little lies about your life to get people's attention, shed a few tears to get what you want, make sure no one stands in your way.

Things seemed to have backfired with Marinette, so Lila made sure to spin those lies towards Marinette. Little bullying antics and maybe one or two threats. Ruby doesn't like amateurs, especially ones like her who take advantage of others. It's also the class's fault for believing things that could be checked online.

In the few weeks she's been here, she knew everyone's name and other information. One surrounding factor was that Marinette has helped all of them and has gotten nothing in return. Genuinely, that's what a good person does. But in Marinette's case, they take advantage of her kindness. And since Lila arrived, they've ignored all the good things she did for them and thought the young designer was a jealous bitch.

Be confident in yourself. She told the designer before leaving that day. There's a complexity to making plans. The crucial thing is that it doesn't backfire. Somehow, Marinette trusted Ruby to make things right. And Ruby would make sure to rightfully deserve that trust.

Alya's friendship with Marinette was more or less normal at first, a friend trying to encourage the other to be more confident and stand for herself. It worked wonders. Then Alya starts accusing Marinette of not having facts when she should have them first. She's the journalist, not Marinette. And yet, believed those lies a pretty Italian was spilling. Hypocrite.

They would regret doing losing Marinette. Ruby would make sure of it.

"Rubes!" The girl in question looked up at her name being called, seeing Alya walking towards her, Lila next to her. She had a scowl on her face but quickly changed to a smile when Alya turned to her. Your reaction times are pathetic.

"What can I do for you ladies?"

"We're having a picnic later at the park and we were wondering if you wanted to join us. The whole class will be there!" Alya says excitedly. Ruby had a feeling it two certain people weren't invited, however, she didn't say anything.

"I'll have to check if I'm able to. A family member of mine asked for a small photoshoot session and I promised I'd be there on time."

"Oh Wow!" Alya's excitement seemed innocent enough, her interest viewable from miles around. "You're a model like Adrien?" Lila seemed interested in the conversation, seeing as she looked up in surprise.

"Not really. I pose for a few photos, but I'm more the one behind the camera. Well that's what I'm still learning anyways." She replied watching both girls reactions. One of pure excitement and the other of skepticism. If Lila didn't believe her, that's her problem. Even her uncle Gabriel was impressed with her skills, so she had no interest in impressing a common liar.

Her beginning plan is simple, befriend the class to get to know them. But not get close to any if them but Marinette, who needed the most support. That was step one. Lila already has the mindset that Ruby could be planning, but that was the point. So the liar could be aware of what was to come, just not know how much. And how Ruby loves it when they don't know.

"What else do you do?" Alya states excitedly, bringing the girl out of her thoughts. The 'reporter' had her phone out, filming her.

"Nothing special really. I write for a small media company. They're helping me with getting both my informative and creative pages out there. I have friend editing a small book I'm writing in English as we speak."

"In English?! What a scoop! You have to give me details, girl!" Alya practically screamed, her eyes shinning brightly. Surprisingly Lila hasn't said anything, but Ruby had no doubt the girl would make up a lie that related to what she heard.

"Maybe later. There's some things I have to do. As well as homework." Ruby stated, leaning back on the bench she was at in the first place. Alya deflated a bit but understood, both girls waving goodbye before leaving. Lila looked back at Ruby, glaring a little at her, but the girl wasn't worried. She raised an eyebrow before rolling her eyes, taking out her phone to study.

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True to Ruby's word, she was the one behind the camera. But she wasn't alone. One of the model's that works for Gabriel Agreste himself was there, along with Adrien, his photographer, Gorilla, Chloe, and Marinette. Ruby invited the girls and ran into Adrien who wanted to talk with Ruby when they both got breaks.

The photo shoot was going well, both Marinette and Chloe impressed by the professionalism Ruby had.

"You lied to Alya and Lila?"

"Technically I didn't. This model is actually a close friend, almost family. And Adrien is a family member, so only you guys know this. But what they don't know, won't hurt em." Ruby replies, when they get a small break to stretch before another shoot.

"And yet it could if they see us here." Adrien says, walking up to the three girl's. Guess it's time. Adrien glanced at Marinette before turning back to his cousin, his eyes telling her everything.

"Guys I'll be back. Me and Adrien are going to talk for a bit." Marinette and Chloe shared a look before nodding, watching as the cousins moved away.

"I know what I said to her was wrong," Adrien started, not waiting Ruby to speak. "Taking the high road isn't really ideal, but I want to help her. The smile I used to see is so fake now, and I can see she's hurting." Adrien had small tears in his eyes, and Ruby saw something shift in his shirt.

"Rubes, I don't know what to do." The blonde boy said and he looked like the same 6 year old who wondered why his father barely had time for him. Silently, she stepped forward and gave her cousin a hug, feeling him wrap his arms around her. They stayed like that for a little bit, before she pulled away and ruffled his hair.

"Admitting that is already progress. All you have to do now is talk with her. Apologize and listen to her side of the story. These so called akumas may target Lila if she gets found out, yes, but that would also make her a willing target. I heard from Marinette that she has been akumatized 3 times. You have every right to not join in me taking down Lila, but as long as you're there for Marinette, that's enough." Ruby spoke gently, patting her cousin's blonde little head. He smiled brightly, his watery green eyes shinning.

"Thank you Rubes. I don't know what I would do with you."

"You'd mope around the mistake you made until it was too late." She deadpanned, and the blonde laughed.

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Not far from where the cousins were, two girls watched in shock of what was happening. Alya quickly took out her phone and recorded, all while Lila fummed next to her. Adrien is mine!

"Lets ask them! Maybe Ruby's a rival." Alya said, wiggling her eyebrows at Lila, who quickly changed her facial expression to shock. The blogger grabbed Lila's arm and dragged her over to the two.

"...of course I love her, she's family you idiot. And one of the best female models around. Unless we got Marinette to join. She gives off two tones, I'm surprised you havent noticed."

"Well you do have a special sense for these things." Adrien shrugged lazily, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Well she gives off a type of flower princess for one. Think about it. She already has flower designs, I've seen them by the way, and with her modeling one of those outfits and you with your title as sunshine child? The fans will go wild! But underneath that flower princess is a storm. Like a female warrior naturally leading everyone to peace." Ruby ranted off, fully aware of company they were gonna have.

"I never thought about it that way. I mean yeah, I call her our everyday ladybug, but flower princess makes more sense. Actually--"

"Hey guys!" Ruby and Adrien turned to see Alya with her phone out, loosely followed by a dragged Lila, who glared dangerously at Ruby.

"This is Alya coming to you with a new scoop! This is Ruby, she's a new student at out school and have we got news! She's a photographer, a model, and a writer! Granted, she hasn't traveled or given us a bunch of stories like my best friend Lila, but she's already up in the charts. And look at this!" Alya turned the camera to show Ruby and Adrien hold each other rather intimately. "Could they be a couple? Or is Ruby a rival to famous Lila?"

"Wait what?" Ruby raised an eyebrow, glancing at her cousin, who practically wanted to facepalm.

"Come on, girl! We know Adrien is the ultimate heartthrob with his sweet personality. Now, spill. Do you guys like each other? This is another rivalry between two well known people?" Alya said, practically shoving the camera at their faces. Ruby frowned deeply, moving the camera out of the way, much to Alya's confusion.

"I don't like cameras so close to me, thank you very much. And second me and Adrien are friends, we've known each other for years." Ruby stated, growing annoyed with Alya.

"But even friends become couples! If I didn't think Lila had a chance with Adrien, you guys would make a cute couple!" Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Ruby watched as Lila fummed even more, her eyes now on all three of them. Alya blissfuly unaware while Adrien slowly backed away, Ruby standing in front of him.

Lila radiated so much negative energy, Ruby knew it was only a matter of time before an akuma came. True to her thought, she spotted a black butterfly fluttering over to the Italian girl. Somehow, as if sensing it, she turned, spoting the akuma before smirking. Thinking quickly, she pushed Adrien back and dashed past Alya, just as Lila was about to grab the akuma.

Ruby grabbed her wrist and with her other hand, let the akuma flutter to her family bracelet. Everyone stared in shock as Ruby let go of Lila and fell on the floor, holding her head. She vaguely heard Alya and Adrien yell out her name in concern.

Not far from where they are, Marinette felt her purse shift in the direction where the cousins had left and turned, gasping when she saw Ruby holding her head as Adrien, Alya, and Lila --in her case pretend-- to calm Ruby down. She saw the purple outline and dashed towards them, Chloe right behind her.

"Hmm, you are not ms. Rossi. No matter, your protective anger of wanting to help a friend is powerful. White knight, I give you the power to protect your friend from a manipulative liar. In return, I want Ladybug's and Chat Noir's miraculous."

"No." Ruby said loudly, her eyes snapped open as she slowly stood up, wobbling in her place. No one touched her, but stayed close in any case. "You made a mistake, Hawkmoth. Because I know now who you are." She said quietly, a hunt of saddness in her voice. Everyone around her was freaking out, but Marinette just kept staring at Ruby, slowly inching toward.

She wrapped her fingers lightly on Ruby's akumatized bracelet, and the girl snapped her head to the young designer. "Have fun trying to get your akuma back, Hawkmoth. I'm keeping it until Ladybug comes to purify it."

"You insolent girl! Give in to your anger!" Hawkmoth practically yelled, sending a wave of pain to her. She winced, closing her eyes tightly as she felt Marinette grab both of her wrists, grounding her.

"I have no anger. You're trying to give me yours. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do." Ruby calmly stated, severing the connection between her and the villain. Once it was gone, she groaned, falling forward. If it wasn't for Marinette holding her, she would've collapsed.

"Rubes can you hear me?" Marinette says quietly, Chloe trying to shush the growing group around them. Ruby blinked a few times as her eyes began to focus on blue eyes.

"H-hey maribug." The girl finally said, watching as Marinette let out a sigh of relief. She let Ruby lean on her, keeping a careful eye of the akumatized item.

"Ruby thank you so much! I would've been akumatized if you hadn't saved me." Lila spoke first, smiling brightly at her, though her eyes held a dangerous glint. Somehow the whole class was there, thanking her and asking if both she and Lila were okay.

The girl just smiled weakly, still feeling the negative effects of the akuma. It took a while bit eventually the class left, having a picnic to go in another area of the park.

Only Alya and Lila stayed behind, one filled with worry while the other was filled with silent anger. "Ruby, you sure you're okay?" Alya asked, warily glancing at Marinette, who was still holding on to the girl.

"I'm fine. Marinette can take care me. It's not like I have anything against her." Ruby deadpanned, before quickly relaxing so the akuma can't turn her. Alya seemed shocked by the statement, and had no time to respond, feeling Lila pull her away.

"Chloe, help me get her out to a more secluded area." Marinette spoke, the blonde nodding. Adrien had disappeared, probably getting something or going back to the photo shoot.

Both girls helped Ruby to the back of the bakery, which was the closest. Marinette left, saying she'll bring some water and cookies. So Ruby stayed with Chloe, who for some reason was having a mental breakdown, though she hid it well.

Ruby closed her eyes and leaned her head on Chloe's shoulder, waiting for Marinette or Ladybug.

Only after a few minutes, both Ladybug and Chat Noir arrive quietly, not wanting to startle the girl. Chloe-- who had a red face, Marinette would talk to her later-- gently woke Ruby up, and saw saw the heroes in front of her.

"Are you okay?" Ladybug asked softly, chat helping her sit up.

"I'm fine, Ladybug. Just a little tired. The akuma is in my bracelet." She holds up her arm, and a darkened bracelet practically glares at the heroes.

"Chat Noir said that he saw you were keeping the akuma, and not being akumatized is very brave of you." Ladybug smiled, removing the bracelet and handing it to Chat Noir.

She summoned a lucky charm, catching it and staring in confusion at the item. It was a phine that had a picture of Chloe, Ruby, Adrien, and Marinette. Chloe face was red while Ruby held her possessively, and Marinette and Adrien were smiling in satisfaction.

Later. The heroine thought to herself as Chat Noir destroyed the bracelet and she caught the akuma, purifying it and throwing the lucky charm in the air. The little ladybugs fixed the broken bracelet and Ruby practically relaxed against Chloe.

"Do you know how the akuma came to you anyways?" Chloe said after a while, her face beet red.

"Alya thought me and Adrien were flirting with each other. Which one, gross, and two we're cousins. And even if we weren't related, he'd be like a little brother to me. So the reporter, who really doesn't know what she's doing, kept saying all this stuff that made me seem like a big deal and could rival Lila. Obviously she didn't like that. Then Alya said that if she didn't think Lila and Adrien would look good, I'd look great with him." Ruby said, rolling her eyes while Ladybug pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Ladybug, you need to do something about lie-la. And the supposed 'ladyblog' that is filled with lies." Chloe huffed, watching Chat Noir nodding a little in agreement.

"Actually. I have a plan, and I could use your help." Ruby stated, smirking at the heroes.

The Paris saviors looked at each other, the black clad hero nodding at his partner. Turning back to Ruby, Ladybug smirked, a hand on her hip.

"We're listening."

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act-addict-actors-matchups · 4 years ago

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@otomeramblings said,

I'm a girl, 23 years old, around 162 cm, with medium length dark brown hair (almost black) and brown eyes. I'm one of those people who are often asked "are you okay? Are you mad?" and no, more often than not that's just how my resting face looks lol

I'm a Scorpio and an INFP. According to my friends, I'm usually very sweet but no one likes to be around me when I get seriously angry ^^; I guess it's because i'm generally very soft spoken and I try to avoid conflict as much as I can, and when I'm upset is one of the times when I actually raise my voice. I have people tell me that I'm smart, but I just consider myself to be an overall average person. It usually takes me a while to fully trust someone but once they've earned my trust, I cherish their friendship for life.

I can fluently speak English and Spanish, and I recently got my English Translation degree. I love to read (both novels and manga) and to discover new music, I also really like dancing (I did ten years of ballet) and I recently rediscovered my love for drawing and writing.

Qualities I would like in a s/o:

-passionate, about anything, really. I'm usually very reserved unless I have something I really want to talk about and I appreciate when others listen, and for that reason I love to listen to people talk about things they're passionate about

-mature, not in relation to his hobbies bit more so in the sense that he can have a serious conversation when needed and take responsibility for his actions.

-patient. Being introverted and kinda awkward, I usually need time to recharge after being social and even while spending time together there will probably be silences when I think of what to say or even times when I'd just rather we spent it doing our own thing while being together.

Qualities I don't like:

-shouting. I hate it when people shout at me when they're mad because it makes me tear up immediately, I would much rather you tell why you're mad in a calm tone so we can work things out.

✧ The way I scREAMED when I saw your url 🤭 I love your writing so much skdhksdhksjd thank you for requesting a matchup. 😳💞 Stay safe! I hope all goes well for you!

I’d match you with: . . .

➜ HOW YOU TWO FIRST MET ; The blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze while you were on your way to buy new drawing pencils. Your current ones were not exactly in the best condition after being used too many times. A sigh escaped from you as you fastened your pace. In all honesty, you would rather stay at home and maybe watch one of your shows but you knew if you didn’t go out to buy those now, you never would. As one particular building came to your sight, you suddenly stopped in your tracks. It was a flower shop. The vibrant display of flowers covered the table outside. Bold purple, soft pink and light lavender flowers sat right in front of you as well as some others you didn’t know the names of. The sweet smell of blossomed flowers filled your nose as you inhaled and exhaled. They were so beautiful that you couldn’t help but to reach at a lavender, the purple petals felt like soft velvet against your skin. The chime of the door opening ringed into your ears, drawing your attention away from the flowers in front of you. A man with a blue striped T-shirt, a pair of black pants and black leather shoes came out of the building with a bag you thought had flower seeds in it. A brown trench coat with a blue inner lining slung over his shoulder, beautiful, dark blue hair rustling as he gave his thanks to the employee before closing the door. The man turned around and you swear you stop breathing for a moment, because oh my god how dare someone this handsome come in to your field of view without a warning. After realizing that you’ve been staring at a stranger for a good seconds, you hesitantly looked away. But just your luck, while you decided that it was the time to carry on with your mission, you dropped your purse to the ground. You groaned before bending over to pick it up but to your surprise, you see another hand reaching over it? And most importantly, you saw that it was that handsome stranger when you looked up??? He gave you a kind but awkward smile as he hold out your bag to you. You muttered a “thank you” before grabbing it. After that cliche moment, there was an awkward silence between you and the man, but he decided to speak up to start a conversation by asking if you liked flowers. The conversation smoothly flowed from there. He just had that aura of gentleness radiating that you couldn’t help but warm up to the stranger, who you later learned the name of, quickly. He even offered to accompany you to the shop you were going, which you agreed if he didn’t mind. Your relationship steadily developed from there. To be honest, it wouldn't be obvious at all that Tsumugi has a crush on you. He's friendly and sweet to everyone he meets most of the time so nobody thinks twice whenever he's with you, except maybe Tasuku. His underlying feelings for you would show in the little things he does, the way his eyes shine whenever you laugh, how his ears perk up whenever he hears your name, how he somehow memorized all your favorite foods after you offhandedly mentioned it once before. For someone who majored in psychology, it’s kind of hilarious how dense he is regarding his own feelings. He would mistake those feelings of his as a weirdly strong platonic attraction for you and continue spending time with you in hopes to appease the feeling but be confused as to why he always felt unsatisfied. He finally realizes how smitten he is for you after a long internal monologue he had after he almost had a heart attack when you hugged him once for whatever reason.

➜ PERSONALITY COMPATIBILITY ; Tsumugi is the walking epitome of every single thing you’re looking in a S/O. You want someone passionate about something? This man literally couldn’t give up on his dream and love for the performance art. He’d be more than willing to talk about how acting involved a broad range of skills, including a well-developed imagination, emotional facility, physical expressivity, vocal projection, clarity of speech, the ability to interpret drama etc. He’d try bunch of different gestures in front of you and ask you which one you liked the best. He also absolutely loves it when you are the one who does the talking. His strength is CANONLY listening to others after all. He just gives off this aura that compels you to think that you can talk about anything and everything with him. Just like you, Tsumugi has a great need for harmony and dislikes any conflict so if there were to be any fights, they would be resolved in a day or two with the two of you talking it out. He majored in Psychology in university, and is very good at reading people so if you’re both in a social gathering and he senses you need to take a break, he will hold your hand and walk you somewhere with less crowd and noise. When you want to be alone, he’d give you the space you need and if you want to spend time he would be there. He is a pretty clueless baby at the start and would try to ask people for help on dating advice. He will however remember every single memory you two will and have made. You’ll never see him forgetting any milestones in your guys’ relationship. His way of saying “I love you” is through the flowers he picks and grows. As someone who can be shy to vocally express his love for you, he handpicks each flower based on their meanings with the hope that they could accurately convey the emotions he holds for you. The very sight of your smile as you watch each tiny plant grow kindles a budding warmth inside him, as if he’s a bee intoxicated by the nectar of your happiness. And to him, the vision of you happy is prettier than any flower in his garden, pushing him to always keep you bright and blooming.

➜ SHARED ACTIVITIES ; Tsumugi canonly moon/stargazes with Misumi so why wouldn’t he do the same with his S/O? It’s a cool, romantic and surprisingly unique activity to do together. There aren’t many activities one can plan for a date that are sweeter or more intimate than a night spent together under a beautiful, sparkling sky. You would ask each other questions about one another, without being afraid of letting the conversation slow down. This is a date to relax and linger over. If not that, I can totally see him taking you to a botanical garden. These places are beautiful and not too busy in general. Bonus points if you bring a camera and get some nice photos together as a couple. i’m so soft rn 🥺 But I feel like your most common date would be either tending the garden in the mankai dorm or just doing your own little things while being together. You might be writing on the table while he’s going over his script for the winter troupe’s newest play one more time or he might be grading his student’s test, since he’s a tutor and all, while you’re drawing. I see Tsumugi as someone who reads a lot so maybe both of you can read the same book together and discuss it afterwards. These types of dates are great for discovering how the other person views the world. One might learn that their significant other is passionate about a social justice cause, their favorite author, or their philosophy of beauty. These dates are great for sparking good conversations and they are introvert friendly. Or something even better: reading aloud. Reading out loud to each other can be incredibly sweet. And, as spiritual counselor Davida Rappaport says, "just the fact that you are both close and sharing space is ... a nice way to spend an evening."

➜ ZODIAC COMPATIBILITY ; Tsumugi is a Capricorn, his birthday being December 28th. When Scorpio and Capricorn make a love match, they get an opportunity to not only enjoy a loving relationship and learn the value of being a pair, but also to grow and mature as individuals. These two may be wary about sharing themselves with one another at first, and this emotional caution may dampen the initial impact of this relationship. These two tend to be a bit cautious (Capricorn) and pensive (Scorpio), and it takes a while for them to feel comfortable with a significant other. Though they may be shy of getting involved and not the quickest to trust and share, these two Signs will discover that they can have quite a profound connection — one of friendship and deep loyalty. What’s the best thing about the Scorpio-Capricorn love match? Their determination toward shared ideas and their strong devotion to one another. They can open doors to one another’s souls and show one another new ways of perceiving and feeling.

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Enzo St. John x Maria DeLuca | Michael Quinn x Maggie James

Glancing up at the flashing neon sign above, Enzo doubts himself. Those damn travellers were so cryptic before they decided to spontaneously combust. The only thing they left behind was a note to him.

Find her. Roswell, New Mexico. Wild Pony.

For years, the thought of finding Maggie once he was finally free--because he was sure he would be, someday, somehow--was one of the only things that kept him going through it all. To thank her. To see that she got the life she deserved; a life full of love and happiness. A human life.

But a bar? She wanted to help people. He takes another quick look at the note, but sure enough, the sign reads the same name beneath the flashing image of a cowboy riding a horse.

Stuffing the slip of paper back into his jacket pocket, he shuts his car door and walks across the gravel to the entrance. He pulls the door open and steps inside.

The room's lit with soft lights, almost dim, just enough to feel welcoming. Chatter from the locals fills the air, a chuckle here or there from the tables. The quiet clatter of a pool cue hitting a ball over to his left, followed by a triumphant cheer and some lighthearted arguing.

He immediately decides that it's preferable over the Grill. Though perhaps that's because he's still unfamiliar here. Make a few enemies, specifically out of the bartender, and then it'll probably feel the same.

Not moving from the doorway, his eyes dart all across the room. They sweep from left to right, to right to left, taking in every face. None belonging to an elderly lady.

Disappointment sweeps through him briefly. Probably for the best, he thinks as the loud-mouthed rednecks at the pool table spout some distasteful language.

Ignoring them, he finally moves, making his way up to the back of the bar. Maybe the travellers sent him here to find one of her relatives, perhaps her child. Though he has no idea if he'd even recognize Maggie now, never mind a descendant of hers.

But when he reaches the bar and seeks out someone who'll be able to give him something to ease his frustrations, he stops dead. Proven wrong, it would seem, because he instantly recognizes the woman behind the bar, caught in the middle of a playful conversation with a rather tipsy man on a stool.

Except it's impossible. Not a feature has changed. She looks as young as the day he compelled her to forget him and walk out without ever looking back. Those dark eyes, so soft yet filled with life like a blazing match. The curve of her lips, that smile that filled his mind to replace the darkness everytime he closed his eyes.

It isn't possible. The only way...

His heart drops. He can't even stomach the thought. Compelling Maggie was meant to protect her, to keep her as far away from his world as possible. Unless she found another vampire more willing to turn her without knowing.

No. He refuses to believe that. But the proof is right there, undeniable. A relative, he tells himself. A daughter with an uncanny resemblance to her mother.

She notices him at last, her eyes flicking over to him. Straightening up and abandoning ber conversation in the process, she shoots him a warm, friendly smile that makes his throat close up.

"All right there?" she asks with a slight chuckle, eyeing him. "You look lost. Or like you've seen a ghost. Neither one uncommon here, surprisingly."

Enzo doesn't know what to say. He realizes she doesn't recognize him. Nothing in her expression or her eyes tells him she has the faintest idea who he is. Of course not, he chides himself. Because she's not Maggie.

"New in town, I take it?" she continues on anyway, apparently unbothered by his lack of response. "I know all of the local's faces; I should, considering I've lived here my whole life."

Something comes loose in his chest. Her whole life. Maggie wasn't from Roswell. There's a sinking feeling inside of him that he can't ignore no matter how he tries.

"Your whole life?" he hears himself ask faintly, forcing an interested smile onto his face. "Must really like this town."

The woman shrugs. "It's my home. But" --she leans both hands on the bar, grinning at him now with that same spark in her eyes-- "with an accent like that, I can see I was right in saying it's not yours."

Enzo huffs out a chuckle and nods. "You caught me. I've visited before, though. Couple times, long time ago."

Her eyebrows furrow the tiniest bit and her head tilts in curiosity as she stares at him. He can see her trying to recall him.

"Weird," she says after a beat. "I feel like there's no way I would forget someone like you..."

She trails off somewhat pointedly, expecting an introduction. He opens his mouth to give it despite his better judgment, but she beats him to it, holding a hand up to stop him.

"Wait, hold on, I'm psychic. Let me take a shot at this."

Her eyes are wide and excited, and he can barely bring himself to be fazed by the claim of being psychic. There's a snort from down the bar from the man she'd been talking to.

She rolls her eyes but otherwise ignores him, her attention fixated on Enzo. Keeping their gazes locked, her eyes narrow. It's taking everything in him not to give anything away. If she's really psychic, somehow, then that won't be a problem.

"I think that... your name is... Michael." As soon as the name falls from her lips, there's a guffaw from her friend and she groans. "Oh, tell me I'm wrong."

But Enzo's heart has stopped again. Michael was the name he had on his file when she was working at Augustine. Dr. Whitmore had taken him from the Air Force, while he was still under his alias of Captain Michael Quinn. It's what Maggie knew him as him until he confessed his real name a few months before she left.

"Just can't get me off your mind, can you, DeLuca?" her friend says, evidently enjoying himself a great deal. He turns to Enzo. "I'm Michael, by the way. The person that the lovely Maria here claims to despise, and yet..."

He waves a hand as if providing all the evidence he needs to make his point. Maybe that's it, Enzo thinks, and his mind catches the name this Michael uses. Maria. Not Maggie. Similar but not the same. Maria DeLuca, by the sounds of it. Not James.

Maria scoffs and aims the towel in her hand at Michael, who merely laughs and dodges the blow of it.

"Ignore him," she tells Enzo, turning back to him.

He laughs it off as well. "That's okay. Maria, was it?"

She nods, her lips pressing together in a smile again. "That's right, mysterious stranger whose name is definitely not Michael. Sorry about that. Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong. It happens."

Part of him is tempted to tell her she's not wrong. After all, he was Michael for over ten years. Who's to say that means it isn't still part of his identity?

"Well, it is my middle name, so not entirely wrong," he decides to say. "I'm Lorenzo. People usually just call me Enzo."

Maria's face lights up, her smile brightening. "Middle name is good enough for me. And it's nice to meet you, Enzo. So, what can I get for you?"

"Er, just a bourbon, please."

He hesitates, then takes a seat on one of the stools. His eyes stay glued to her as she pours him a bourbon. How is this even possible?

Doppelgangers exist. He knows that far too well from his brief time in Mystic Falls, but that was a curse. Maggie was never in the middle of some two-thousand-year-old love affair involving vengeful travellers. As far as he's aware.

Maria sets the glass down in front of him. He thanks her and slides the money over before taking a long drink. At this rate, he's going to need a lot more than one glass.

"So, Enzo," Maria says, and pain spikes through his heart at hearing that same voice say his name again after all these years. "What brings you to our lovely but ultimately boring little town? Is it the aliens?"

He can't help but laugh at that. Once upon a time, it was in fact the aliens that brought him here.

"No, no, though I wouldn't mind seeing a few," he jokes, and is pleased when she laughs, too. He then sighs. "But I'm looking for someone. A woman I used to know. We... lost touch for a while."

Maria frowns. "Oh. Well, what's her name? Like I said, I know everyone in this town. If she's been here, I'll remember."

He stares at her for a moment. I'll remember. Something about the way she says it sends a shiver through him.

"Maggie James," he says before he can process he's doing it. "Her name's Maggie James."

For the briefest flicker of a moment after he says it, he admittedly expects recognition to flash across her face and for her to say that's her mother's name. Or an auntie. Someone in her family, something to explain this, because he can't think of a single logical explanation otherwise.

But her eyes stay blank and distant, still frowning. Then he notices that her frown has actually deepened. More thought than required for remembering a name of a stranger you met once or twice. And the blank look in her eyes is too blank, like they've glazed over, completely detached from reality.

Enzo's heartbeat quickens. Her expression twitches. It's a tiny movement, invisible to the human eye. But he catches it, and everything crashes down inside of him. It's the look of someone trying to unearth a memory buried beneath layers of compulsion. Just below the surface but forever unreachable.

Then she blinks, and it's as if she's thrust back into her body. She straightens up a little too quickly, her eyes wide and dazed. But alert. And lost.

"Nope," she says, and shakes her head, reverting back to her casual composure from before. "Sorry. Doesn't ring any bells."

He can hear the lie in her voice. Feel it from her. It did ring a bell, just one she couldn't quite hear. Muffled by his own doing. Or something else, he just wouldn't know what. It can't just be his compulsion. It doesn't explain why she'd still be this young, why she has a completely different identity and life. None of it makes sense.

"Don't worry about it," he tells her, plastering on another careful smile. "I'm sure I'll find her."

He doesn't know why, but it feels like the truth. Something tells him he won't have to look far. It's just more complicated now, is all. But when has he not loved a few complications here and there? They're what make things interesting.

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