#unfortunately.................. he is just a wittle guy. :((((((((((((((((

[bbrabbits]

finished the emotion/kanna route and im so upset bc i rly spent the whole thing just. missing shin. i actually truly do hate it here like against my will he is. probably right after gin is my favorite. i tried to fight it the entire time, but i immediately had to start on a route w him where everyone i can keep around still lives bc my heart was just. yearning for him.

like no actually i found this stupid little bitch ass mother fucker in a wet cardboard box on the street in the middle of a downpour and said 'oh my god. look at this pathetic wet sock for a person. oh my god i'm gonna cradle him and fix him' and he turned out to be even more fucked up then i thought and so i said 'oh. well we can be samesies then teehee <3' agony

[stargalaxxy]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪Prince!Lloyd x Princess!Reader ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Oki Oki, I know I got other projects, I'm still working on my boyfriend scenarios and I'm getting a second parter to one of my stories ONTOP of a yandere story from fnaf fandom soooo ya girls workin workinnnn BUT LLOYD MY BELOVED KEEPS SNEAKIN' BACK INNNN I can get through this tho I promise I don't have a problem!! But I hope you guys love this I did and there's a wittle spicy spicy towards the end soooo tell me how I did and how I can improve... ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

ꕤ*.ﾟNow Playing: A Night to Remember by, Laufey ─★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

⋆˚࿔ Fairy Tale Love 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You walk around the ball room in your long sparkling gown, the color matching the theme of the room. Music plays along to your slow stride as you look around bored bowing your head to new guests as you continue your way to any type of entertainment.

You were of age to find a suitor and your father was holding a party just for that, much to your disputes it was set in stone. Being the daughter of the Overlord you had to learn to hush and go with your fathers’ schemes, being his only heir as your mother’s unfortunate passing at the age of five you became a puppet on his strings. Too dull to fight against him and his cruel ways, however, you kept your mother’s heart. Being kind to your maids and butlers, showing generous acts to your citizens away from your fathers’ eyes. You enjoyed giving to your subjects promising to the day of your father’s death bed that you would turn this kingdom into your mother’s image. 

You just had to get through each day and not slowly lose your sanity.

You sigh as the fifth guy comes your way grabbing your hand much to your annoyance, “my aren’t you gorgeous~” the man kisses your gloved knuckle as you huff a forced smile. “Thank you that’s very kind of you” the man seemed to enjoy that as he continues to speak much to your displeasure.

“I am prince Shade of the Shadow kingdom it is a pleasure to meet you princess” you hum as you keep up formalities trying to you look for an escape. “Oh yes, the pleasures all mine, now excuse me I have to attend to some things, please enjoy the party!!” you spoke quickly twisting your hand away from him as you rush out.

Prince Shade calls for you, but you keep going, running out and closing the door behind you.

You take a deep breath, the sound of muffled music behind you had you sigh with relief. 

You walk down the dark hallway, large windows being the only light as the moon shines. Your heals clack down the hall as you reach further down towards the garden doors to your quiet place, you open the doors as you slip your shoes off, feeling relaxed as your feet didn’t ache anymore from the uncomfortable shoes. 

You follow the bricked path as you drag your fingers over each flower you passed, feeling its soft petals kiss the tips of your fingers making it to the center of your mother’s garden. Looking up the moon shined so pretty tonight, the glow in your eyes starts to gloss over as you finally felt safe to let out your emotions. 

“I’m surprised to see you out here.” you gasp looking to the voice that broke your safety net, you glare at the guy in front of you.

“Are you lost?” you cock your head getting a good look at the guy, he looked to be your age. You knew every guest coming to your party, but him. You couldn’t place a finger on.

“Are you? There’s a party happening for you in your honor and you’re missing it” you huff, who was this guy, “my affairs are none of your business now, go enjoy the party” you wave him off as you walk out the garden the boy following you. 

“I apologize for offending you… I’m not used to parties” the boy chuckles awkwardly as he scratches the back of his head looking down at you.

“I can tell.” You look away still walking, 

“But you did look bored, I can’t blame you though, no offense but this party is a drag...” the guy looks around at the many paintings for your family, seeing a childhood painting of you and your mother smiling made him smile. 

“Then why are you here?” you questioned, “no choice, was dragged here I’m at the age of marriage and take on my father’s place” the guy shoves his hands in his pocket shrugging seeming a bored at the idea as you. You look at the guy and raise a brow, “what’s your name?” the boy stops and grins, “wouldn’t you like to know~” the boy sticks out his tongue and walks away, you blush at the armature answer. 

“H-hey! Get back here!” you race after the boy as he starts running down the halls away from you laughing, the dress you were wearing was not made for running. But the beat of your heart didn’t want you to stop as the boy turns the corner, you chase after him as you catch him, 

“Ah-hah-mmph?!” the boy grabs you and covers your mouth you look up about to kick him when he points to a guard. You instantly stop as you both remain quiet; they mutter something about being their imagination as they walk away. 

Your back was pinned against the guy’s chest, you were so close that you could hear the racing of his heart. You try and calm the blush in your cheeks as you look down at the hand covering your mouth.

You’ve never been so close to a boy before; it made your stomach do flips and your heart flutter at the same time.

He smelled like pine needles and very small hint of rosemary.

You hear the guy sigh in relief that you both didn’t get caught, but then he starts to laugh, you jump at his playfulness as you push yourself away from his hold. “What is your problem?!” you jab a finger into his chest, he only laughs as he doubles over trying to catch his breath. “s-sorry, but the way you were running, haha-you looked like a toddler, haha!” you blush as you watch the guy continue, “h-hush, running in this is difficult!” you hiss, but after a while his laugh becomes contagious as you laugh along with him recalling how awkwardly you were running.

“Was I truly that bad?” you giggle covering your mouth, “you were hilarious!” the boy and you continue laughing that it hurt you hold on to his shoulder for support as you shake your head.

You finally calm down as you look up to the boy who had his hand out, you stare at it for a moment before placing you gloved hand in his. “The names Lloyd of the dragon kingdom” you pause as Lloyd shakes your hand, “your father is Lord Garmadon, h-he has a son?!” you spoke in disbelief as Lloyd chuckles. 

“Yep, I was kept a secret for protection, but now I’m older and know a few moves and got knights watching my every move. Which is why I walked out from the party” you hum thinking the guard you saw must have been one of Lloyd’s knights. “I understand, the party was too stuffy for me, I was getting an ache in my back every time I had to bow.” Lloyd laughs at your joke as you blush, feeling something fuzzy in your chest liking how Lloyd laughed at your humor. 

“That I can agree on” Lloyd looks for a clearing as he grabs your hand leading you back to the party, “you got good music playing though, would you like to dance?” Lloyd looks back at you waiting for an answer as he still had his hand in yours. Your voice was gone as your lips parted like a fish trying to find the words Lloyd smiles tilting his head as you watched his hair follow.

Before you could answer the doors swing open, to reveal a boy a bit older than you in red armor. “Hey, there you are, you had us chasing you around.” The boy spoke in irritation as Lloyd scratches the back of his head chuckling, “just went to get some air Kai.” 

“yea yea whatever.” Kai looks to you then stands straight not expecting to see the Overlords daughter, “pr-princess.” Kai bows as he takes Lloyd’s wrist forcing him to let go of you as his knight drags him back to his group,

“I’ll see you on the dance floor” Lloyd calls as he was dragged away, you stare back at him as he reunites with his family Garmadon scolding his son for running off as Lloyd just looks anywhere but the old man’s face.

You knew where he got his looks from now, Lloyd follows to your gaze and waves to you getting slugged in the head from his father earning back the boy’s attention as they squabble. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you look to their dynamic you could tell there was love in Lloyd’s life with caring knights and father. You wished for that as well, 

“(y/n).” a deep voice rung through your ears as you jump your father at your side with crossed arms, “I have been searching for you, how dare you waste everyone’s time with your absence.” He snaps as you look down a quiet apology escapes your lips. “Go for the next event and don’t disappear this time or I’ll burn that wretched garden down.” Your father seethed, you look up and frantically nod as you raced to the circle where prince and princesses danced, you took the hand of a guy and begin to dance pushing in and out to each other following the beat of the music he twirls you to the next person as the music continues. 

You look away for a second to see Lloyd twirl a girl in his arms his eyes looking to you with a smile, you blush as you were two people away, the anticipation in your heart made your hands sweat. Before getting to the next person, you take off your gloves feeling them grow damp, the guy seemed to notice as he grimaced making you self-conscious. You try and fit your glove back on, trying to keep on beat. You could feel your fathers’ eyes burn the back of your head making you even more nervous.

Without realizing it you bump into Lloyd’s chest you gasp as he takes your hands, and smiles, you feel your tense body settle.

He twirls you but he doesn’t let you go, making you blush, he brings you closer to his body you felt warm, dare even say safe.

As the song comes to an end you both bow putting a close to the dance. Lloyd looks up as he lifts his body before yours, he brings your bare hand up to his lips and places a quick kiss on to it.

You felt your face and heart explode as you swoon, a smile on your face as you lift your body. 

“Ll-“ 

“Enough!” you jump at your father’s cold voice, he stands from his chair as he stomps your way, Lloyd scowls as he puts you behind him making you even more nervous. His knights were quick though as four of them came in front to protect Lloyd, “Get away from her, your kind isn’t worthy of sharing my heir!” your father points to Lloyd as he just glares at your dad. “she’s not some object, she can make her own choices.” Lloyd rebuttals seeing your father glower made your hands shake.

“This doesn’t concern you boy.” “he’s right Dark Lord, I thought you were looking for a suitor?” Lloyd’s father came in now on common grounds with you father, “not with darkness like you, you’d just take what’s mine” “It wouldn’t be much of a surprise” Lloyd’s father snaps back his red eyes showing a challenging glint similar to Lloyd’s making your father red in the face,

“All of you out, get out before I do something rash, I never want to see you in my presence ever again” your father hissed pointing to Lloyd as the guests flood out the room not in the right of power to challenge your father.

Lloyd was pushed by his knights much to his reluctance staring back at you. you couldn’t help but try to reach for him as your maids come and usher you to your room. Being forbidden by your raging father to have guards on the lookout for any presence of dragon citizens as none were welcomed into the kingdom. 

…

It’s been days since your fathers’ outbursts, sitting in your room you refuse to leave and face him. As he was the reason for another good thing leaving your life, you sit with your legs close to your chest as you look down at your feet. Your maids becoming concern as you refused another plate, you then hear a clack against your railing then a caw of a bird?

Looking up you see a falcon flapping its wings as it had a letter in its talons you jump up to the bird and gently unwrap the letter.

You look at it instantly peeling off the wax to see what was inside, it was from Lloyd! You gasp as you look at the bird seeing that it was still there tilting its head you smile as you read through the letter.

Your smile only grows wider as you push the letter against your chest as if wanting to absorb the words, the bird looks ready to leave until you spoke, 

“w-wait! Can you deliver something for me to prince Lloyd!” you desperately try and find a piece of paper and pen in your desk drawer.

The bird watches you race around getting the proper materials as your write frantically, pausing only to think of what to say next. Once you finished you seal it with wax blowing on it to have it dry a bit faster, “h-here, please make sure this makes it to Lloyd, oki?” the bird flutters its wings as you wave to the bird hoping it a safe flight.

A few days later it returns with another letter, and that’s how communication with you and prince Lloyd went.

Back and forth letters by bird or occasionally from the red knight who would risk his life to deliver letters, you never felt so excited to receive your next letter as you always had one ready to deliver back. 

But what truly made your heart skip was when you saw Lloyd sneak into your room through your balcony, it was once a month visits as you both would catch up or lay on your bed together talking about recent things or let out stressful occurrences.

Each day made you wish for the next, as you slide the box from under your bed and lift the lid to find all of Lloyd’s letters. Reading them each day, telling you how beautiful you are, and how your laugh was the most addicting sound to him, or how he wishes to be next to you every night and hold you.

You never felt so loved.

…

Lloyd’s father was getting sicker with every passing moment, violent urges raced through his actions and orders,

Cruel punishments stack upon the daily and his subjects trapped in their own capital unable to escape their homes feeling like prisoners under the shadow of lord Garmadon, there once beloved king now a heinous overlord. 

“I can’t take it anymore, lord Garmadon has to be stopped!”

“But we’re powerless under him.”

“We have a duty to protect the hierarchy.”

“My protection ends when my family can’t even leave their house.”

“Enough, you are knights, we can find a way.”

General Wu, now ex as his brother had striped him of that title for his defiance in slaying neighboring kingdoms hushed the knights frantic try for solutions.

“Well do you have anything?” the hot-headed knight knits his brow at his general strokes his beard combing for answers. He hums as if having a thought that might lead to a solution.

“General, what do you have in mind?” the nindroid queries as he tilts his head walking to his mentor.

Wu grabs his cane and walks over to a shelf, moving bottles filled with different herbs and tea leaves to retrieve a map.

“We must leave.” The knights gasp,

“What?”

“For real?”

“But we’ll be leaving our families, our citizens we swore to protect.”

Wu holds up a hand, “I understand that, however knights, we do not have much of a choice, we have a prophecy to protect, if Lloyd stays here any longer, I fear that the influence of his father might corrupt him.” The general unrolls the map and points to a small island, “we will stay here, hidden in the shadows, we will come to help when needed but we use this time to train Lloyd and harness his powers to defeat his father.”

“The fight between good and evil is the only way to eradicate the venom inside my brother and retrieve the king that we once knew.”

“But what about queen Misako, she’ll be all alone.” Cole frowns,

“I can handle myself” the boys turn to the queens sadden but determined face. “General Wu is right; Lloyd and his father are so much alike. I hate to admit it, but evil is coursed through my sons’ veins. But I know there is good in him, please knights, train my son to defeat his father, I want my husband back. The books I have read give me nothing. I fear for the day when I watch the two people that I love so much fight. But I know there is no other way” Misako lowers her head as she pleads for the knights to take on the challenge.

Zane was the first to lower his head, followed by the rest. “We will do our best” Misako smiles to the boys, “Thank you.”

“Then it is settled, we leave tomorrow night gather your things and meet back here.”

“woah woah wait, what about Lloyd, what if he doesn’t want to come?” Jay interjects, Kai looks away, “we’ll just have to force him.” Misako shakes her head, “no, we must convince him, I’m sure he will be willing to” however Kai looks knowing well and good that leading a love struck prince away from his princess will be much harder than it will be.

“It won’t be easy” Kai sighs dragging a hand down his face. “Why do you say that?” Misako squints as if trying to read Kai, “Because your son is in love with the enemy.” …

Lloyd sits on his desk the moon shines on your letter as his own personal lamp, he reads over your words repeatedly. He smiles as he grabs a sheet of paper and pen to write down another letter for you, thinking of ways of how to convince Kai to deliver it to you.

‘knock’ ‘knock’

“Come in” 

Lloyd doesn’t move his eyes away from the paper as he writes from his heart in fear if he stopped, he’d forget what he wanted to say.

“Hey lover boy” it was Kai, Lloyd snorts at him as he got out a sentence before putting the pen down.

“Hello knight of fire, what brings you here?” Lloyd teases formalities as Kai rolls his eyes,

“Can’t I see my favorite prince” Kai sits back on Lloyd’s bed as he looks around the room. This isn’t gonna be easy Kai thought, 

“Hey, y’know things are getting a bit tense in the kingdom, right?” Kai was beating around the bush, trying to find angle that would make the conversation go smoothly.

“Yea, Uncle Wu and my dad aren’t as close as they used to be” Kai hums as he lets the prince continue.

“Dad is…scary now, he doesn’t feel like the same man I used to know, he’s different.”

“It’s the venom Lloyd.” “I know, but still, I fear for my people, and I fear for my kingdom, my father has gotten cruel, and I don’t want my community to fall spell under his wrath.”

“Good, so you’d be willing to do what it takes to help fix it?” 

“Y-yes! Did my mom find something?” Lloyd stands as Kai follows him, “no, your uncle did.”

“That’s great, what is it? Is it an elixir from Mystake? Or a jewel?” Kai shakes his head,

“You’ll have to fight him, Lloyd.” Lloyd looked as though he saw a ghost. “Fight. My. father? N-no I couldn’t I-“ “I know it’s messed up, but this is the only way, your uncle is talking about you in a prophecy, a prophecy that you hold the power to, you just got to unlock it. And once you do you can use that power to save your father” Kai explains slowly so that Lloyd is able to digest the information told to him. 

Lloyd takes a moment, “Alright, when is my training, where is it?” 

“We have to leave, it’s too dangerous to train here, General Wu found an island for us to stay that’s far enough from Garmadon”

“What? But (y/n)!” “Lloyd, it’s your duty to fulfill the prophecy and defeat your father” “but I can’t leave (y/n) she’s too close to my dad, he’ll hurt her!”

“Lloyd, we must, I’m sorry but you’re gonna have to forget about he-“

“Stop talking, Kai.” Lloyd spoke firm as Kai glares at him, “I’m only trying to tell you what’s what, you’re not a child anymore Lloyd, you gotta start acting like a future king.”

“But I’m not so leave me alone.”

“Lloyd!” “Kai I said leave!”

‘knock’ ‘knock’

Both Lloyd and Kai turn to the door, the door cracks open to reveal Wu and Misako,

“Mom, uncle, what are you doing here?” Lloyd was already defensive as he tries his hardest to not turn away to seem disrespectful.

But one word might just set him off.

“Lloyd, come here” his mother spoke so calmly it almost lulled Lloyd and his anger, but he turns his head ignoring his mother,

Misako sighs as she walks over to him. “Lloyd, your father is sick, he needs you. There are times at night where he is in pain. You need to go with your uncle, and you need to train under the knights to get stronger and reveal your true potential.” Misako spoke softly as she drags her soft hand down her son’s cheek, “I know leaving is hard, and leaving the ones you love is harder, but you will see her again. And when you do, you can see her on a brighter day, with her by your side.” Misako smiles at her son as he finally looks her way.

“But she’ll get hurt I can’t leave her; I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.” Lloyd’s voice was breaking as Kai looks away not wanting to be seen a weak as he hated seeing his friend upset. He wished things were different for him. But Kai knew that this is what he had to do, “I will stay and keep watch of her” Misako smiles as her son looks back. 

“What! Mom no-“ “she is special to you, and I must stay and protect the people” Lloyd closes his eyes as he tries to come to terms with everything.

“We leave tomorrow night Lloyd, you must decide.” General Wu stares down at the floor his cane in hand, Lloyd nods as he stares down at the floor, “we will give you time.” Misako silently ushers the two out of Lloyd’s room leaving him alone with his thoughts. 

Why did he have to leave the only good thing that he felt was going for him?

Did he have to leave you?

Lloyd rushes out his window climbing down the vines as he avoids the guards, getting too good at sneaking out to visit you.

Lloyd reaches to the stables to retrieve his horse, “hey, hey!!” Lloyd hisses for his horse as it sleeps standing up. “Engine! C’mon we’re gonna go see your favorite~” That got his horse to open their eyes Lloyd smiles as he grabs the lead and leaves with him outside the gates and to your kingdom.

…

You lay sprawled on your bed, your window open as your curtains sway with the wind.

“(y/n)” you jump at attention lifting to find Lloyd sitting on your balcony rail.

“Llyod!” you race up to him grabbing his hand pulling him into your room, “hey princess~” you giggle hugging Lloyd as you nuzzle your nose into his neck.

“What are you doing here? My dad could see you” bringing him in further to your room you make no push to kick Lloyd out as you both lay on your bed. “I don’t care, the whole stone army can bust in here and I’d still lay next to you.” 

You laugh as you move closer to him, you both had started your own secret relationship a week ago having known each other for months since your party you both found yourselves unable to be apart from each other.

“Lloyd, as much as I love your secret visits, I wish we didn’t have to hide.”

“I know princess” Lloyd looks away as you notice his distance, placing a hand on his cheek you tilt your head. 

“What’s wrong?” You felt uneasy, as seeing Lloyd upset made you worry. You force his eyes to look at you, “Lloyd, what’s the matter?” you lean up Lloyd follows you as he grabs your hand lowering it down to his lap.  “I must leave, my father is getting worse by the second, my uncle feels that it is wise for me to train in hiding. I’m leaving tomorrow night.” You felt as though your world came crashing down as you stared at Lloyd unsure of how to respond. “I-I..this is so sudden, why? Isn’t there another way?” you get up from the bed pacing as you try and come up with anything to make Lloyd stay. 

“(y/n)-“

“You can’t go Lloyd, I’ll miss you too much, I already dread having to wait for your messages but now I have to wait for you to return safely to me?” Your voice cracks as you try to keep your voice from getting any higher, but you couldn’t help it.

Why were the gods being so cruel to you?

“I don’t want to leave either… But I have to save my father, I know he’s in there fighting that venom, and if I don’t go and at least try..I know I’ll hate myself forever.” Lloyd looks down defeated unable to see your glossy eyes as you try not to let your tears fall.

“Lloyd-“ you rush over to hug him pulling his body close to yours as if trying to mold yourself inside. “-I don’t want you to leave-“ “then I’ll stay.” “No.” “but (y/n)-“

“A selfish part in me wants you to stay, but the logical side is telling me to push you out and go get ready for your fight, you’re right, you need to save your father. The faster you do it the faster you can come back and marry me” tears run over your smile as you try and hold a strong look to Lloyd you slide your hands down to his. “I know you Lloyd, you’re a good man, with a heart that shines so much light it could brighten this entire region, you will make a strong king because of this, don’t let me hold you back-“

“You could never hold me back!” Lloyd rips his hands from your hold and cups your face you gasp as Lloyd dips down to kiss you, it was your first kiss, your eyes were wide as your hands were stunned unsure of where to put them.

But your body soon melts as you hum with content, wrapping your arms around Lloyd’s neck and closing your eyes deepening the kiss as you tilt your head.

Lloyd let’s go gasping for air along with you as you stare each other.

“You will never be my burden, you are the reason why I want to do this, to come back to you on a brighter day and make you, my queen. When I stop my father, I want to be by your side picking out a pretty dress and seeing you walk down the aisle” Tears come flowing down again as you try your best to keep your smile up. 

“oki, then you better come back soon, if not I’m coming for you and I’m gonna to make you marry me during your training” Lloyd laughs with you as he holds you tight. 

“It’s a promise then.”

You nod, “yes, promise me under this moon that we are under, make sure the gods can here you so they can mark the date of your arrival and marriage day.” You were firm as if in the same room with those said gods with pen and paper forcing them to sign.

Lloyd grins as he kisses you again taking your breath away,

“I promise to the moon and gods, and my soon to be bride that I will come back to marry you. I will fight my grandfather just to have the moment with you.” You giggle softly as you both sway unable to part away from each other, 

“Lloyd, I don’t wanna let go” you whisper, you felt as if you spoke any louder you truly wouldn’t let go. 

“Then don’t, keep holding me, let me stay with you tonight” you smile into his neck, “but if you do, I might do something embarrassing” you blush as you hold tightly to Lloyd’s shirt. Your heart picking up speed as Lloyd moves his hands down picking you up and placing you on your bed.

His arms trap you underneath him as he smiles down at your blushing face, “we’ll just cuddle then” Lloyd lowers his head down as he kisses your forehead, trailing down to your cheek and landing on your lips. You straddle his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. You hum as Lloyd lifts away and goes down to your neck, you felt as though the world was spinning. As Lloyd traces his teeth down your neck, he stops at a place that made a shiver run down your spine, “that night I met you at the party, I knew you were the one. Seeing you surrounded by flowers and the moon shining down on your face I had to make you mine.” His voice was gravely as he rambles on with praises running down his tongue and onto your neck as he slides his muscle up your collar bone.

You hum turning your head up to give him more room, “Lloyd…” you whisper his name making Lloyd shutter over top of you.

“Don’t do that princess, or I might not be able to stop.” The way you said his name was new, the passion that dripped from your voice onto his name made Lloyd’s heart spike.

Lloyd finally nips down on your neck making you squeak as you hold onto his shoulders, it was a dull pain but the sensitive spot on your neck tickled as Lloyd’s teeth nipped down on you. 

You gasp as a shudder leaves your mouth biting your bottom lip as Lloyd drags his hands up and down your body. You feel him suck on the spot as a high pitch whine tries to escape your closed mouth, when Lloyd was satisfied, he let’s go. His bright red eyes stare down at you, your chest rising, up and down bright red cheeks and a nervous smile plays on your lips as you finally look up at Lloyd.

You try and hide it behind your arm, but Lloyd grabs it and pins it above your head, “uh-uh, lemme look at you princess, I gotta burn this image into my head if I can’t do this to you tomorrow.” You whine as a small laugh escapes you, “You’re so…dumb” laughing as Lloyd laughs along with you. “You can’t blame me when you look so pretty under this moon… under me~” Lloyd leans down to kiss your cheek smooshing your face into your pillow giggling at his affection.

Opening your eyes again you try not to let the bad emotion cloud your good time with your lover, “I can’t stop thinking about you leaving. I wish things were different” your voice was quiet as Lloyd lays on top of you, your fingers run through his blond hair, 

“I know love, I know.” That was all he could say as he closes his eyes, 

you close your own not able to sleep you continue dragging your fingers down Lloyd’s scalp lulling him to sleep.

Thinking back on the promise he made to you and the love bite he gave you; you try your best to swallow down the lump in your throat as you let Lloyd sleep.

But your thoughts prayed for this to be a dream, for you to wake up with another letter being delivered to you by Kai from Lloyd.

However, the next morning Lloyd was gone but your bite stayed, huddling your knees close to your body to sob quietly as you hold on to the promise that Lloyd made to you under the moon and to the gods above. 

Oki I finished I'm so sorry it's long and I hope I didn't bore you guyss But I'm so glad I got this out bcs I was thinkin' thinkin' hard bruuuh Anyways, I can't thank you guys enough for liking my stuff, like I know my writing sucks and I probably jumble up so many things but I'm so glad you guys enjoy my stories enough to want others to see. I'll stop now bai bai love youuuu~ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[kata-sans]

Raising Stripe

Chapter 32

“Where's Nana's little Piggy? Peekaboo!” Stripe shrieked with giggles. Nana and Grandpa had finally arrived and Stripe was ecstatic. He and Nana quickly became inseparable. She was the first one to greet him and had refused to put him down.

“Laura, are you sure you don't need a break? You just had a long drive and Stripe can be a handful sometimes.” Tweek asked his mother-in-law.

“Oh Sweetie, I'm fine. I slept most of the trip here. Besides who can resist his wittle face,” she babbled towards the cooing baby in her arms.

Tweek smiled glad to see Laura so affectionate towards Stripe. Laura has always been caring and nurturing towards Tweek. It was no surprise Stripe would receive so much pampering from his Nana.

Suddenly Tweek's attention was pulled away by his phone ringing. “Gha! Hello? Craig…again!.. I don't care that he's divorcing, I make those lunches special for you!... He can make his own lunch! Nghh! ...Give me ten minutes to fix you a sandwich…”

Laura looked up in confusion, “What's happened?”

Tweek sighed, “My idiot husband has been giving his lunch to his boss. He is currently going through a messy divorce and doesn't know how to pack his own lunch.”

“Why would Craig do that?” Laura asked, surprised by her son's unusual generosity.

“Craig's been trying to get a promotion at work and he thinks this might help, but I think he's wasting his effort on the guy,” Tweek leaned down to Stripe and used his baby voice, “Cause Daddy's boss is a flirty scoundrel and an idiot.”

Tweek kissed his baby's cheek and stood up to venture into the kitchen. Laura set Stripe on his walker to help Tweek prepare a new lunch for Craig. They quickly prepared an uncrusted ham and cheese sandwich and packed a bag with Craig's favorite snacks.

Finally Tweek was ready to deliver Craig's lunch. He was pulling on his coat when he felt Stripe's walker bang his left knee.

“MAMA!” Stripe reached up intending to accompany Tweek.

Tweek sighed realizing his plan to leave Stripe with Laura would only end in tears. He reached for the diaper bag inside the coat closet and quickly confirmed it was restocked.

“Laura, I'm taking Stripe with me to see Craig. Is there anything you need?” Tweek asked his mother-in-law.

“No thank you dear. I will take you up on your earlier offer and take a nap.” She waved them away before moving towards the guest room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~```~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tweek walked into the lobby of South Park Mechanics. He fought the urge to groan as his eyes fell upon the man on the counter. Craig's boss, Bert.

Tweek hated the guy. Bert was bi and flirted with any pretty blondes. Unfortunately Tweek seemed to fit his criteria and Bert was eager to let him know.

Bert would go so far as to even flirt in front of Craig. Luckily for Bert, Craig is equal parts clueless and very secure of his relationship.

“Tweakers! What a pleasant surprise! To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” The man winked in an obvious attempt to flirt.

“Bert, where's Craig?” Tweek asked, not interested in humoring Craig's boss.

“He’s test driving a customer's car. Can I get you something to drink or…wait, who's this little one?” The man quickly stepped around the counter and grabbed the baby from Tweek.

“HEY! B-be careful with him!” Tweek nervously watched for Stripe's reaction to being held by a stranger.

“Don't fret Tweakers. Kids love me, just watch.” Bert said gently bouncing the baby.Stripe was confused. He was held by a stranger that smelled strongly of motor oil and grime. Stripe was not bothered by the stench in fact he was very familiar with the smell. It reminded him of , “Dada?”

The adults froze in shock. Tweek felt the color drain from his face and he stumbled forward. He quickly snatched Stripe out of Bert's hands. “NO! That's not Dada! He's…”

The lobby door bell jingled to announce someone entering. “Bert the car is ready to be picked up… Honey! I didn't expect you so soon.” Craig casually walked in unaware of the awkward situation in the room.

“Oh! Is that Stripe? Did you come all this way just to see Daddy?” Craig held out his arms in invitation.

“DADA!” Stripe kicked his feet in excitement. He reached out to Craig babbling nonsense. Tweek passed him over wordlessly. He sighed in relief seeing that Stripe still recognize his real Daddy.

“Craig Tucker!” Bert growled, surprising them. Bert never lost his temper like that. “What is the meaning of this! Are you short on money? Is your paycheck not enough?”

“W-what? No I-i…” Craig stammered.

“NO! I see, is this about planning for future expenses like college! Well let me tell you something you don't need to worry about these things. No sir! Right now you need to work on being a more present figure at home.” Bert ranted. “Craig, I expect you to pack your things and leave this instance!”

Craig's jaw dropped, “B-but w-what?”

“You are starting your Christmas vacation early. I don't want to see you around here until after New Year's.” Craig trembled as he nodded. “Good! Now when you get back we'll make your new promotion official. I'll have your new contract ready for you to sign. I'll be sure to include a generous raise and a new schedule to ensure you get home in a timely manner.”

Craig froze in shock. He felt relief wash over him, “S-sir, I don't know what to say. Thank you!”

“Hush now, you're a hardworking young man and I now I can trust ya to manage the garage. Now, promise you'll go home and spend some quality time with your little nugget. You don't want him calling any stranger Daddy.”

Craig looked puzzled, “What?”

Tweek pushed forward, “Gah! Congratulations, Tiger! We need to go home and tell your parents.”

He pushed Craig out the door before he could ask any more questions. Tweek would never correct Craig when he claimed his plan to share his lunch earned him the promotion. It was better than informing him that Stripe had accidentally called another man dad.

Ch.31

Ch33

[opheliajupiter99]

A Word to the Wise Pt. 6

Back in the campsite, Torbek and Twig both slept, and as they did so, their feelings were united, in many ways. Concern, doubt, a fear of inadequacy - admittedly, Torbek's was more generalized, while Twig's mostly lied in being unfit to be an adventurer, but still.

There was another, much stronger fear, that tied them together though. A fear not of things beyond...but of within. For each had a side of themselves they spent each day holding back. For Torbek, the Other was more recent, a voice that snarled through his mind since his imprisonment, while for Twig, the voice that growled and giggled was one she'd heard her entire life.

No matter how long each had existed, they shared a bloodthirst, one that could not easily be quenched. Sometimes, it took all of their effort to simply keep their beasts at bay; but through that pain, they felt a kinship. Sadly though, that very thing is precisely what would pain them now-

Torbek's mind awoke, but his eyes saw only blackness, beyond an occasion bright, violet streak of color across his vision. A soft, biting voice, attempting to sound sweet but burned with barely restrained manic glee whispered in the shadows.

"Awwwww...poor wittle Torbek! Always left behind, while the people that matter do all the work." The voice snorted out a raspy chuckle. His first instinct was to think it The Duke, but this voice sounded...different. Similar, but different.

"...T-Torbek's there for his frieeeeeends." Torbek groaned out; though it was more like he thought it, as he still wasn't sure where he even was. Was he awake? Was he dreaming? What was going on? The laugh cackled once more, like some kind of demented carnie laugh.

"Ohohohoho! Is that sooooo? But they're never there for you, are they? Never there for you, nuh uh." He cackled once more, the voice sounding like it was somehow distant and right next to him at the same time.

As this happened, Twig's mind awoke as well, though her gaze quickly met her surroundings. She was...at school? Her eyes darted around, meeting familiar sights at every corner. She was in the gym, specifically, and she recognized some of her classmates gathered around her - just in time a ball to smack hard into her face. She collapsed onto her belly from the impact, her classmates laughing uproariously. Her bullies, from school...but how did she get her? How did -they- get here? She hadn't seen them in years!

"Aw, whattya gonna do? Gonna cry?" A particularly sharp-tongued Brownie mocked. "Or are ya gonna go all monster on us and get in trouble again?" The group all laughed spitefully along with her after she spoke. Twig hopped quickly up to her feet, putting her hands to her hip and glaring out towards the others. "You guys can't make fun of me anymore! I'm an adventurer! I'm way cooler than any of you guys!" The mean girl's smirk didn't falter at her words, as she expected.

"Oh, an adventurer, are you? You sure your friends see ya that way? Or do they just see you as this dainty little flower they let win so she'll feel better?!" Twig stamped her foot down with a huff as the other Brownies laughed. Unlike the others, the clown's aim was not to strike fear in Twig, as he knew she didn't believe these words - no, his aim was to -anger- her.

As this happened, the swirling magenta engulfed the pitch black around Torbek in a flurry, whipping around like a violent sandstorm. Torbek curls up into a ball and wraps his arms over his head - or at least he imagines doing so, he still can't tell if he's really here, it all feels like a nightmare, and yet at the same time, so palpable.

"Stooop....Torbek's been gooood! Torbek's friends, t-they liiike Torrrbek!" Torbek cried, kicking his legs feebly; despite being so massive, and having such immense strength, he responded to stress not unlike a young child, clinging to others, and when no others were present, he retreated into himself. Unfortunately for him, retreating into himself is precisely what the clown wanted.

Just as Torbek's willpower falters, so too does Twig's, the laughing of her classmates seeming to grow louder, almost deafening, the rhythmic bounce of the balls turning to a deep, bellowing roar, the gym growing so loud she could hardly breath. One of her classmates spoke again, this time her high-pitched voice warped and distorted.

"They're not your family! You barely even know them! They'll leave you here to rot, and you know it! You'll -never- go back to Agwe with them!" The shrieking, cackling laughter piercing through her ears like glass. She put her hands to her ears, her nails growing longer, as she let out a bloodcurdling shriek of her own.

Between both illusions, one phrase began to repeat;

'Kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all - KILL THEM ALL!'

The pair did not awake, but their bodies did. In their sleep, their bodies had shifted gruesomely. Torbek's already towering form had grown ever further, his lankly limbs gnarled and long, sharp claws clacking together as he rose, a sadistic grin splitting across his face and eyes burning a haunting magenta - for The Duke had taken control now.

Twig rose soon after, her wings fluttered erratically, twitchy and unnatural as opposed to the flowing swoop of a butterfly's. Her once bubbly, green eyes were now solid orbs of black, her fingers long and clawed, her body taller and hunched, as she gnashed her sharp teeth and looked about, the Boggart free to tear once more.

The two monsters met each other's gaze, and after a moment of silence, both grinned devilishly. The Duke sniffing the air, turning towards the forest Kremy had run off into. He licked his lip, then turned his head back towards the Boggart, a long arm outstretching towards the forest's depths. "Lady's first." He snarled, bearing his full row of razor-sharp fangs. The Boggart giggled, a sickly-sweet mix of joyful and bloodthirsty, doing a mocking curtsy before fluttering over towards the forest, The Duke charging forward on all fours after her.

[the-owl-house-takes]

I think a lot of the fandom treats victims of abuse very poorly. Like, extremely poorly.

A lot of characters who went through forms of abuse can go from being ignored/forgotten, changed almost entirely to fit a victim mold, or even claiming they're an abuser themselves, sometimes a mix of two or more of these.

Lilith's emotional abuse from her family where they continued to fail to show they loved her tend to be forgotten or ignored(and even then people will claim the parents are either 100% good or 100% bad).

Hunter's a child soldier, he's strong and capable. But because he lost a fight to Amity once(which a new weapon he was not used to), and probably because he's young and will act dorky, suddenly he's now a weak baby boy. A little silly guy who went through something "unfortunate." Not to mention they forget the times he was a bad person because "sweet wittle baby" and then not doing the same for others.

And screw it, Alador as well. His actions with his kids and Amity were not great, not at all, but people often use that to sidestep his abuse and claim he "could've done something sooner." And yeah, he could have, but it wasn't just blackmail she was doing. It was degrading. It was emotional and psychological abuse. It was too the point that when Amity even expressed wanting to do the things her dad did, wanting to be more like her own father, he shoots it down because being him is such a bad thing in his eyes. He's been abused for YEARS and it takes a realization of how much she'll hurt(even kill) others for him to finally snap out of it.

I understand not every single person can handle complex situations and things, it's the Internet, but it will never stop being infuriating to me. It's not black and white. Stop trying to make characters fit a mold in order to be a victim, only to ignore or belittle those you can't squash and stretch enough to fit your idea of a victim.

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[alittlesongbirdchirps]

yippee, happy to see another batman g/t blog!!! I’d love to hear more about A Little Bit of Magic!

Ooooo thank you.

Don’t mind it’s late so sorry if I’m crazy rambling.

So basically this society, is built on you have borrowers and then you have the subspecies of humans a natural counter and natural predator to them. Aka Preds, I nearly wanna call them takers instead of what the g/t community calls them. lol

And well Tim a few years back had gotten his hand on an artifact that gave him the ability to be human in every way, height, appearance, you name it.

So when he becomes Robin he doesn’t expect Bruce to question why he’s never taken of the ring or what it’s for. He’s still grieving Jason but years go by and yet NONE OF THEM question it. So being sick of this he literally rocks up at dicks place unannounced like. Yo I got something to tell you.

Im a borrower he’s expecting a look of disbelief or even to be look at lesser but dick laughs at him unfortunately when dick realises Tim’s not joking, he basically called Tim the biggest idiot ever.

Which Tim takes offence to obviously that’s until dick reveal what he is. And what he is a borrowers worst nightmare. much bigger, meaner designed to kill them a predator to borrowers, not just dick almost all the bats, to Tim’s own horror.

without thinking Tim books it because whatever dicks supposed to be isn’t real only stupid stories borrower parents tell there stupid kids so they don’t try to befriend humans. He thought it wasn’t real but dick was serious. Which means he has nowhere to go back to lol

So it’s gonna deal with trauma, differenting communities, I would def say some fear play by Jason part once he finds out and unintentional Bruce because you know he’s gotta protect him since he’s just a wittle guy, surrounded by his natural enemies.

[dirty-slapper-roxy]

Audition Over And Just Leaving For Home (Above)

OMG I Had Totally Forgot Master Had Organised For Me Last Week That I Was To Go Along For My Pole Dancing Audition And That A Driver Had Been Organised To Pick Me Up From My Home @ Midday To Take Me To "The Horns" Pole Dancing Night Club In Shoreditch London. The Driver Named Carlos Rang Me To Say He's En route And To Confirm My Address. I Was Diapered And Needed To Change Quickly, So Grabbed My Hotpants Put On Over Pink Panties As I Couldn't Find My Black Ones Quick Enough, Thigh High Bbots, Boob Tube As That Was Nearest To Put On And My Jacket, And Carlos Was Already Waiting For Me In The Car Outside. So Got In Car To Travel The 37 Miles Into London For My Audition To Become A Part Time Lap Dancer That They Need To Fill. With 2 Vacancies Available I Was 1 Of 8 Going For Audition, And With No Experience Required My Master Offered My Services Without Telling Me To The Guy Who Runs "The Horns" Club Just To Humiliate Me Further In His Transformation Of Me Now He Runs My Whole Life Now, And Am To Do As I'm Told.

So We Arrived 90 Minutes Later And I Couldn't Help Notice It's A Pole Dancing And Strip Club Also. Fuck This I'm Thinking What Is Master Doing To Me, He's Not Here In The UK Right Now He's Over In The States In Florida For A Few Weeks, Possibly 3, And I'm Here Without His Guidance. So I Was Last To Arrive And Waited With The Other Girls In The Bar Area Downstairs. I Was Crapping Myself The Girls All Said Hi, For Which I Replied Back In My Male Voice. SHOCK HORROR Or What, So I Get Over That Obstacle And Then All We Spoke About Till We Were Called Was The Size Of My Lips OMG Get Me Outta Here, Abd I've Not Even Started To Learn Pole Dancing Yet. So With The Instructor Now Taking The Class It's Time To Audition, Thankfully Some Of These Girls Have Poll Danced Before So That's Brilliant. Or Is It.

I'm Now Learning The Beginners Moves The Front Hook, The Back Hook, The Chair Sit, Fireman And The Carousel. Thankfully Not In My Boots Just Bare Feet, But I'm Doing Very Well My Instructor Kept Telling Me.Thia Is Getting Embarrassing And Totally Feel Out My Comfort Zone Now. How Or Why It's Going Well I Just Don't Know, The Other Girls Look So Much More At Home And Comfortable Doing What They Want To Do For A Job.

So With The Session Over, All Us Girls Are Waiting To Hear How We've Done As They Will Be Wittling The Girls Down From 8 To 4 To The Final Stages, But Then Told As We Were Getting Ready To Go Home That Those Unfortunate Not To Be Selected From The Final 4 May Still Get Pole Dancing Jobs At Other Locations Throughout London. Well Better Not Be Me Then I Hated The Audition.

[bloomblanche]

I'm a big fan of the two distinct types of Zappa fan content:

1. The boye!! The goober!! The cinnamon roll!! The goobie woobie!! Just a little wittle guy!!! Precious baby... :) :D ✨️💖💕

2. He has experienced horrors that will scar him until the end of time. The nightmares are never-ending. Every minute is pain, marked with uncertainty. Marked with the knowledge that, due to forces which he cannot perceive, his own body could betray him at any moment. Days pass, spent trying to find the ever-elusive cure to his ailment. Paying for crimes that he did not commit. Cursed with loneliness. Will this ever end? Will he finally find any sense of normalcy? Or is he doomed to wander this world, utterly helpless yet too stubborn to give up? Stay strong, oh unfortunate one, for you will find a brighter future ahead of you.

[hmshermitcraft]

I really liked the Gress with Bread thief Kreachur Grian. So, what would happen if Grian could go itty bitty to steal more baked goods, after, of course, Stress, teaches Grian to hide better.

lt didn’t go so well, for a while, but, well, at least when he’s Smol so Tiny, he now latches onto the back of somebody’s clothing.

Unfortunately, for Stress and Grian’s espionage into the world of edible theft, Grian usually launches or skitters himself up onto their target.

and it certainly can be a task to not get caught and getting Grian to detach when he’s so content on his current perch

the targeted Hermits of course, have varied reactions to the Duos’ antics.

Sometimes Iskall, after Stress leaves, will find the gremlin nibbling on the faux fur of their hood looking for all the world, with large glossy puppy-doe eyes, so incredibly melancholy if you were to even think of removing him, he’d cry.

Iskall tried sometimes, to remove him, but between Stress’s admonishment, “Oh, Iskall! Whatever you’ve done that fur? Look what you’ve done to the little guy.” and Grian’s tears, he just couldn’t, or he’d be omega swindled.

Others like Mumbo, would usually find Grian—with no Stress in sight—which was in and of itself suspicious, rummaging through his nice sorted storage system. And when he’d pull him out quite literally kick and screaming from the chests, and when he let him go, he’d climb him like the eldritch horror he is to knead and knot and sleep in his hair with his fuzzy tail tickling his mustache.

it takes so long, even for Stress, to dislodge the Tiny Grian, from Mumbo’s lanky frame.

and with Doc, Stress feels as though he’s trying to act like a real super spy and yet. He’s failing spectacularly. There’s always a trail of destruction following Grian’s path, and not the cosmic entity kind, the Grian-is-way-too-excited-kind, and knocks everything over in excitement.

Grian especially loves to get as close to danger (AKA Doc) as possible and steal whatever he can. This usually ends with Doc and Grian hissing at each other, all ruffled, a mess behind them, and Grian trapped between Doc’s paws, with only his wittle head peeping out.

and also chewing on his robotic fingers.

Between this and Grian’s eh, obsession, with Mumbo, he definitely keeps Stress on her toes, outside, anyways.

But when they’re alone, he’s the sweetest, cutest thing around, and he will certainly wind down enough to make their quiet nights all the more cozy.

Sometimes, Grian will be Tiny and nestle around Stress’ neck or in her lap, and sometimes Grian will be in his (or what Stress knows as his) normal form where Stress will be laying on top of him, or in his arms, snuggled together in a love of their own making.

—nix

Stress finds it adorable that Grian's goal is so quickly forgotten for the allure of a comfy nap spot. If only they realised they could discourage his theft by offering him somewhere warm to cosy up in.

She's pretty used to getting calls from exasperated hermits that need rescuing from a Grian. Sometimes he's busy nibbling on something. Sometimes he's curled up to sleep. Sometimes they know he was with them but he's vanished and they're worried about where he is.

For the last one, Stress just gets some freshly baked bread and places it nearby. Eventually he creeps out of whatever pocket or clothing fold he's found and back where Stress can scoop him up.

[bluejaystory]

(This is a Sims 4 fanfic I’m working on. Fanfiction.net is being an ass to me. If you guys like the start let me know if not I’ll post other things.)

Life is complicated isn't it?
Starting from the day you're born, you cry tears of joy and sadness as you get to see your parents for the first time. And smile at how happy they are to see you.
For me it was different.
I was born with an irregular sized heart.
It's a condition called cardiomyopathy that typically affects elderly, if you ingest too many bad chemicals into your body and is rarely genetic. I was one of the unfortunate babies to be born with this condition because it ran through my mother's side of the family.
The doctors told my parents that if I don't strain my heart too much and stay on a strict diet of healthy food and prescriptions I could live a long life. Sounds easy but unfortunately I was not so- Oh wait I'm getting too ahead of my story.
I should start with what happened after my mom's death. You know how I said earlier the condition ran through my mother's side? Well she was very careful, it was just her own heart that ended up betraying her. Her heart failed her while she driving one day and well you can guess what happened.
My father and I were devastated when we heard the news. I was 7.
Suddenly I was without a mother and he without a wife, and I was all that was left for him to love and shelter. My life became even stricter and sometimes harsh when he would force me to go to all my doctor appointments and hospital trips no questions asked. I knew he was doing it because he didn't want to lose me too but this kind of life takes a toll on you.
No friends. Everyone makes fun of you because they think you're stuck up because of all the times you miss school. They think you believe you're too cool for this place and I became a complete loner because of it.
No boyfriends either because all the guys don't want a girl who everyone avoids.
Really the only I reason I miss school so much was because of all times I have to rest at home or in the hospital. I miss so many events and parties and I was sick of it.
The same routine lasted for a decade and I wanted to have at least one normal school year before I left senior year for college of find a job somewhere.
Start my life for once.
Well it all changed for the better sometime in September and I will always fondly remember it.
The day I met him.
I know I know, everyone says this in a lot of stories but trust me you guys will like this one.
It started in September of 1982. I was sitting in the bleachers at the school gym when I heard good old Lacy coming over to greet me with her posse.
I usually was really great at ignoring her with my poetry books but she rudely snatched it out of my hand and I looked up at the smug expression on her face.
"Lacy the trust fund kid."
"Stuck up bitch."
"This stuck up's got a name. It's Octavia."
"So you like to mention. Repeatedly. And me and the girls don't find your attitude very respectful do we?"
"Nope."
"We definitely don't."
"So how do we remind Octavia here that she does not belong here?"
"Oh please do you really have to talk in third person you blonde faced idiot?"
"What?!"
Lacy turned angrily as if I dared to speak up to her.
"You heard me. Or do you want me to say it again since you're really slow? Go ahead and try to keep up with me if your tiny peanut sized brain cannot handle it-"
WHAP!
I flinched slightly as she opened and slammed the book mere inches from my face.
"Oh you getting scared little baby Octavia? Here does the wittle baby want a bedtime story with her blankie and bottle? Though this baby is going to be in a lot of shit when this happens to it."
Lacy laughed as she started violently ripping the pages out of the book and getting a kick out of my reaction.
"Give that back now Lacy!"
"Or what? Who is going to help little loner Octavia-"
"Hey!"
Lacy flinched hard as one of the jocks yelled at our direction. I managed to pry my library book out of her grip and clambered over to hide it in my book bag. A jock with messy dark brown hair stood tall and glared angrily at Lacy and her friends.

[frost-eyed-autumn]

{--So hypothetical AU of my Main verse : ) Because I gotta make everyone suffer now--}

Chuuya does something that gets him labeled as a traitor to the Port Mafia. It wasn't really an intentional betrayal. Not like Dazai where he flipped off Mori and left the organization. But regardless, Chuuya did something that went against the interests of the Port Mafia. Probably he did something putting the Sheep first, because Chuuya never really stopped wanting to protect them even if from afar, but to Chuuya, it wasn't that big of a deal. Mori was generally an understanding guy. Chuuya was loyal and Mori knew that. He could explain himself and ask for forgiveness later. But its something that Mori sees as a clear sign that its only a matter of time before the conflict of interest leads to larger problems, and Chuuya's gotten too comfortable with leniency. Now it seems like he's just taking advantage of it.

Mori had warned Chuuya time and again not to get too close to the Sheep ; he belonged to the Port Mafia now. He had Verlaine keep an eye on Chuuya's movements regarding the Sheep, just in case. And he'd brought Rimbaud in to the Executive council (Rimbaud is kind of alive here, as a lingering Ability with sentience via being Verlaine's heartbeat and all that) allegedly to strengthen the Port Mafia against the Decay of Angels. But secondary to that, as a secret contingency in case Chuuya got too involved with the Sheep and decided to defect.

After all, Mori had let one of his Executives, his heir, betray him and walk out before. That was something he wasn't going to let happen again. Not least of all when its Chuuya, his new golden boy. But Chuuya walking out would be far worse than Dazai doing it. Chuuya has most of the organization's support behind him. He's the most popular among the Executives. If he leaves, a good chunk of the organization will follow. Mori knows that some in the organization are more loyal to Chuuya than they are to himself, which is fine so long as Chuuya remains loyal and dedicated to him.

But then he does something that most definitely to him looks like Chuuya will defect from the organization. If he does, Verlaine will be sure to follow, because he's only there for Chuuya anyway (but he's also jealous of the Sheep and what they mean to Chuuya, so he has a vested interest in seeing them drift apart from his "brother"). He'll lose three of his five Executives at once (Chuuya, Verlaine, and Rimbaud) and all the people more loyal to those Executives than to him.

The laws of the mafia are clear though. Betrayal is a death sentence, no matter who you are. Even an Executive who leaves is not immune from this penalty. So if Chuuya plans to betray the organization? Then he'll have to die, and his supporters will have to accept that judgment.

Chuuya is powerful, though, and extremely hard to kill. No normal assassin in the organization could do it. Verlaine would refuse. So Mori needs someone powerful enough to take Chuuya down. The only person who fits that bill is Rimbaud, so that's who Mori sends.

A while after he gives the order, he returns to the tower to find a trail of blood leading into one of the side rooms of the top of the tower. It's no small amount of blood. He follows it, expecting to find Rimbaud with Chuuya's corpse, to show he definitely completed the job.

Instead, he finds Chuuya. Heavily beat up, bleeding, pale, but alive.

And still standing on his own two feet, despite his injuries.

Chuuya always was tough. Several people had tried their damnedest to kill him before and failed. Apparently so had Rimbaud.

Unfortunate, but as the saying went, if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. At least Rimbaud had wittled him down to a level Mori could handle the rest.

Heavy was the crown. But Mori had told Chuuya exactly what to expect when he joined the organization, about the duties of a leader.

One must be willing to commit all manner and acts of barbarity for the good of the group, place people where they were most needed, and if it became necessary, discard them.

Chuuya has a hard time believing the order to assassinate him was real. It couldn't be, right? Chuuya never liked or trusted Rimbaud, nor did the two of them get along. After all, Rimbaud had tried to kill him before, and that terrifying Ability of his that even Chuuya struggled to keep up with made him incredibly nervous to have around. Rimbaud had gone behind Mori's back once before to get to him and kill him, so surely this was just more of the same, right? Surely he must have lied about the order to assassinate him, right?

But it was no mistake, and Mori doesn't try to lie or hide it at all.

And Chuuya is devestated.

Not just because of the fact Mori ordered him dead, but he's seen this exact picture before.

He did something selfish and stupid, yeah, but a traitor?

He tries to make his case. He's not a traitor. The thought has never even crossed his mind! He would do anything Mori asked, Mori was like his--

He can't say it. He knows Mori hates sentimentality and vulnerability, especially in regards to himself and his relationship with his subordinates. Chuuya's always skirted openly acknowledging anything but their professional relationship as Boss and second-in-command.

But Mori was like his father he'd never had.

He would never betray his Boss or the organization.

But he had said those exact same words before, hadn't he? To Shirase. To his brother that he'd loved more than anyone in the world. And it hadn't mattered. They had gone ahead on trying to kill him and opened fire anyway.

And here he was again, with the person he looked up to and cared about the most, stabbing him in the back. For a mistake.

And shouldn't Mori know better? Didn't he know him well enough by now?

That's what hurts the most. Mori knew he'd been betrayed before over a misunderstanding, and because he'd cared too much, always shielding everyone from the front, that he'd left his back exposed without ever thinking they would attack it when his guard was down.

Oh, it hurts so much that he can barely breathe.

Mori doesn't waver though. Chuuya's actions are what got them here, not his words.

If Mori was determined to label him a traitor? Then fine. But he wanted to leave, alive. And he wanted to leave peacefully, if Mori would let him. He didn't want to fight.

And if Mori really wanted him dead, surely he had taken everything into account about what he would tell people and how he would handle the fallout. Mori never does anything recklessly or without a plan. He definitely already had his cover story all laid out for how he was going to run damage control. So just let him leave and tell everyone he's dead if he wanted, but let him leave.

Mori can't allow that, obviously. He let Dazai leave once before, and it had led to Dazai threatening to leak all of their secret intelligence to authorities if they killed him. The kind of information that would not just ruin the Port Mafia as a business, but get him and every Executive and higher-ranked member executed via the death penalty for their crimes.

He couldn't risk something like that again, and if people in the organization find out he's actually secretly alive, they will try to find him and abandon their duty.

So of course, Chuuya can't leave this room. He had sold his soul the moment he agreed to join, and Chuuya should have known that. Mori didn't promote stupid people to the title of Executive.

And Mori knows well, Chuuya doesn't like to fight people he cares about. He's willing to kill Chuuya, for the good of the organization, but Chuuya isn't willing to kill him just to save his own skin. He'll try to run.

And that's exactly what Chuuya tries to do.

Mori's not as young and spry as Chuuya is, but he's still a force to be reckoned with even at 40, especially when his opponent is already injured and weakened.

He still wants to make Chuuya's death as swift and painless as possible. He still has some mercy in his coldness. But Chuuya has always been hard to kill, and he's always been a fighter. He won't go down easy.

Mori targets his ligaments and tendons to try and immobilize him as much as possible so he can go for the kill more cleanly. He even manages to corner Chuuya briefly, tries to cut his throat with that trusty scalpel of his, and Chuuya manages to just barely hold him off, begging and pleading for him to stop and just let him go.

Both of them know its less strength than Chuuya actually has to offer. That he's holding back. He doesn't want to hurt Mori ; he doesn't want to die either. And he doesn't want to leave like this, knowing that even if he overpowers Mori and leaves, he'll be hunted.

Mori isn't swayed. He tries to push for Chuuya's throat, and tells him "Thank you for your service".

Its another painful reminder, of when the Sheep tried to have him killed.

When Shirase thanked him for all he'd done to protect them before that day. That "now he could finally rest", as if he wanted to just lay down and die that day (he didn't then, and he didn't now).

Nothing is going to convince Mori to call off his death, so Chuuya finally fights back, a little. But he still doesn't want to hurt Mori, even if Mori wants to kill him. So he throws him back with Gravity and uses it to restrain him, so that Chuuya can limp out to freedom.

But Mori still has another weapon.

He has Elise.

And before Chuuya can properly get out of the room, one of her projectiles pierces his back. And its with much more deadly precise aim than Shirase, because this isn't a dumb kid with a knife ; this is Mori, an underground doctor and former war surgeon, and Mori is nothing if not precise every time.

She punctures right through his heart.

But this is Chuuya.

He's stubborn and hard to kill. So he doesn't stop, staggering forward for the big picture windows of Mori's office. The ones overlooking the city. The ones that Chuuya had spent many a day and night in front of, sharing drinks and conversation and plans for the organization in front of.

Years and years of memories.

Mori had even gotten those new, more comfortable seats, because he had said they needed more comfortable seating that one night he was drunk. And a big couch, so some nights when he was feeling a bit more bold, he could close a small bit of distance and sit a little bit closer to his father.

That same couch, that he'd taken to napping on more often after Mori got it, because anywhere close to Mori felt grounding and safe. Even if Mori wasn't there or was at his desk working, at least he could be in his presence, lingering at the edges of his attention like a loyal dog waiting patiently for a job to do or a scrap tossed his way.

Even when Mori expressed worry for how much time he spent on that couch, he would never, ever say aloud that it was because he wasn't there for the couch. Mori hated things getting too personal. He cautioned against the dangers of emotional closeness.

But if Chuuya waited around it long enough, sometimes Mori would drop a blanket over him after he'd dozed off after work or on his breaks, and if he was especially lucky, Mori would brush a hand over his hair once or twice before retiring back to his desk to continue working or head off to sleep for the night.

He'd leave if Mori wanted him to, if he was told he was creating problems or being too distracting, but Mori never told him to get out, so he kept coming back hoping for a bread crumb here or there. Small gestures that everything was good between them, because Chuuya was determined to never repeat the mistakes of the past, to inspire doubts in his loyalty and commitment, and he knew that sometimes Mori was haunted by some paranoia and insecurities about the faithfulness of his people, even if he hid it impressively well.

But he had never thought that paranoia would lead them here.

Hadn't he been loyal? Hadn't he been trustworthy?

What had he done wrong, to make Mori think he would really betray him?

What was it about him, that kept making people see him as a traitor?

Chuuya reaches the window. He plans to use it to get away while he can. To break it open like eggshell and escape to the outside.

But he's faltering. And he's weak. And his Ability always depended on him being healthy and strong to work right.

Now? He only has enough strength to lay a hand on the glass, to crack it, but not shatter it. The whole world laid out before him, just outside. There, but unreachable.

And he finally collapses. Full to the floor, leaving a streak of a bloody hand print as he goes down, coughing and choking as blood seeps out of the hole in his heart.

Mori is also free from the effects of his Gravity, and approaches him where he fell. Chuuya tries to get up, he does, but he's so weak. All he manages to do is turn over and collapse again, reaching for Mori's leg.

Mori steps back, just out of his reach, not trusting that he isn't still a possible threat. He'd trusted Chuuya up until now, hadn't ever really been afraid of Chuuya, but he wasn't unwise.

He hadn't necessarily liked Chuuya getting closer to him, especially after Chuuya regained some contact with the Sheep, even though it seemed like Chuuya had gravitated more towards him because there were still tensions between them and Chuuya.

He had had Verlaine monitoring Chuuya with them, after all, and he knew all was not perfect in paradise. He had welcomed that tension, knowing that every time Chuuya felt stung, it pushed him deeper into the mafia ; to Mori. Reaffirmed that it was where Chuuya truly belonged.

But Chuuya was also one of the smartest people in the organization. If he had the right motivations, it wouldn't be hard for Chuuya to devise a plan to get close to him, just as he had gotten close to the former boss, and when Mori's guard was down, depose him.

Chuuya wasn't so devious and wicked as him, but he was motivated by something much more dangerous ; love.

Chuuya loved people he cared about. Sometimes too much. He still loved the Sheep, even after they had betrayed them. That was what had blinded him to his own traitorous actions, just as it had been the reason why Dazai defected because of Odasaku's death.

It was that blindness why Mori wouldn't allow himself to become too sentimental. Because it clouded one's judgment, created weakness, and it had done so now twice with both of his prodigies who he had held the highest hopes in.

Chuuya may have been weakened. Dying, even, but Mori would never underestimate what he was capable of, or that he might try to take Mori down with him once he grew desperate enough, and his Ability relied on touch.

So Mori stays out of Chuuya's range, as Chuuya reaches out for the cuff of his pant leg, the only thing about Mori he can reach.

But Chuuya doesn't reach out to Mori in some last ditch attempt to get one more attack in. He wants the contact. He wants comfort.

His jaw trembles, trying to speak, but he just can't find the breath or the energy, so instead, he just breathes out a soft whimper, his reaching fingers finally falling flat to the floor with tears in his eyes.

He knew as well as Mori did, he was going to die here. He was going to die on the floor like a dog, not understanding exactly what he had done wrong to deserve this. He didn't want to die like this, alone and rejected by the one person he'd have done anything for, no matter what he asked.

And Mori finally realizes that. That he's too weak to be a threat anymore even if he wanted to be. That he's not getting up again. That he's scared.

He didn't want to kill Chuuya, but he has to always put the organization first ahead of any individual. Even one of his favorites. Even ahead of someone that was like his very own son.

That was what it meant to be mafia.

But it's also Chuuya's last moments. The last breaths he'll ever take.

So he does what little kindness he can. Carefully picking Chuuya up off the floor. Carefully moving him to the couch in front of the picture windows. Draping a blanket over him. Letting Chuuya rest his head on his thigh, while he brushes fingers through his hair, hums a low tune under his breath for him to drift away to, and leaves a kiss on Chuuya's forehead to say goodbye.

For the one and only time, he allows himself to act a little bit like a father, and for Chuuya to get to be his son, not just his subordinate or his Executive.

The child Chuuya never got to be, in either the Sheep or the mafia, because he was always too busy being everyone's servant, even when it was what led to his demise every time.

But at the end at least, he could indulge just a little in being what Chuuya really wanted and sought after, that the chasm of professionalism neither of them dared cross always stood in the way of.

Afterwards, after Chuuya had passed, he'd get rid of the couch. It was never really his anyways. It was always Chuuya's, so he could have an excuse to spend a little more time around his dad that always kept even his closest trustees at a distance.

{--Hi. My name's Cawcky and I make bitches ugly cry and unfriend me (/j).--}

[caseclosedbitches]

Dear writers of tumblr,

Guys I just found something shocking 😰

Did you know that.. gay people.. EXIST?!!!

I KNOW RIGHT! I WAS SO SHOCKED TOO!

Turns out, not everyone who simp for fictional men are women! 😰

AND not all women simp for fictional men!

ANOTHER SHOCKER THAT I’VE FOUND WAS.. not all people go by she/her and he/him pronouns! 😰😰

And get this.. some women.. are born AMAB!! I KNOW RIGHT??? THAT IS SOME CRAZY SHIT!! Same thing with men too! Some are born AFAB!!

OH AND GET THIS.. some people.. are AROMANTIC!! AND ACESEXUAL TOO!!

Oh wait 🥺🥺 I forgot.. gays aren’t real, trans people are aliens from mars, and aro/ace individuals are just confused!

Jokes aside, get tf better bro. I dont give a flying fuck ab you and your wittle feewings 🥺 be inclusive. Tag YOUR FUCKING SHIT.

TRANS PEOPLE EXIST

GAY PEOPLE EXIST

ARO/ACE PEOPLE EXIST

and dont even get me STARTED on poc 💀 ya’ll instantly start fucking SHUDDERING at the mere IDEA that not EVERY person who reads fanfictions online are caucasion.

Also, yes, I’m aware not every writer is a delusional snowflake. However, unfortunately, the majority of the community is.

If you are one of such inclusive writers (even if all you do is tag your works properly) I wish you the very best. <3 Thank you, for your acknowledgment of neglected minorities is just.. amazing! <3 And for those who write for these minorities.. THANK YOU! Your works, even if they may be small or lazy, have made someones day. :)

[teashopwritingzz]

I really liked your head canons for the future child thingy~ It’s probably my favorite trope right now 😅 Could you do one for Lilia and Ruggie? And since the limit is 4(right?) could you do two more boys of your choice?

God same, I love future kids The limit is actually 5! So I’ll add a third boy, too~

Hmmmm, I’ll choose Ace, Rook, aaaannnd... Sebek too, why not lol Now I’m thinking of wittle croc fae babies awwwgogogoohghgh

Here’s your order! Five cups of tea; One Spiced Black Tea, one Basic Milk Tea, one Cherry Pie Iced Tea, one French Vanilla Black Tea, and one Pure Matcha Tea! Enjoy~!

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Lilia Vanrouge

~ A normal day for Lilia would be hanging around(more like hanging upside down) and making sure everything was okay in the Dorm and the campus. As usual, he was floating near the ceiling, watching as the students did their studies and chatted with one another.

~ What he didn't expect though was for a babies giggle to break the silence and it nearly startled him. Looking behind him, he saw a toddler reaching out to him with grabby hands and a wide grin. But, wasn't he floating? Was this child floating too?!

~ He scooped the girl into his arms and went back down to the ground, carefully inspecting her in his arms. As the little girl giggled, he could see fangs poking out of her teeth and he noticed her pointy ears. Was this girl a fae? But how did she get in here?

~ After another close look, he noticed the girls eyes. They looked exactly like his! And the hair color matched yours. This girl started to confuse him now. Why did she look like both you and him? Could it be?

~ Oh! Was this a child, possibly from the future? Was it your child? His confusion turned to excitement and he bounced the girl up and down in his arms, causing the kid to giggle and hug Lilia by the shoulders. What a surprise! Oh, he couldn't wait to surprise you with the little girl!

Ruggie Bucchi 

~ Ruggie sighed as he trudged to the kitchen. After a long, hard day of chores and following Leona's orders, he could really use a good meal right now. But his plans of raiding the fridge were cut short when he already saw someone else at the fridge, the door covering the upper part of their body.

~ He groaned and started telling the person to scram, they shouldn't be here during school hours! This made the thief jump and turn around, revealing a teen boy with the same hair and ears as him, half an apple stuffed into his mouth.

~ Huh, who was this? Ruggie didn't recognize this guy, maybe he was a first year? He was about to ask this guy some questions when the boy spoke up. "Oh, it's just you, Dad. I thought Leona caught me again..." Dad?! Was this kid hit in the head or something?

~ He’s beyond confused, but what caught his attention about the kid was his eyes. They looked familiar and they always put him at ease whenever he thought about them... Wait a minute, they were your eye color! If that meant that he had your eyes and he was a hyena...

~ That’s why he called him Dad! This must be your kid! He gave the kid a grin and slung his arm around his shoulder, walking out of the kitchen and chatting up a storm with the teen boy. He asked all kinds of questions! How’d you get here? How old are you? What’s mom like in the future? Do you have any siblings~?

Ace Trappola

~ His hands behind his head and a smile on his face, he was strolling through the halls without a care in the world. The only thing that’d make this even better was if he was with Deuce, pestering the poor boy and being a lil shit. But oh well, time to himself was nice too.

~ That is, until something or someone crashed right into him and knocked the wind out of him, nearly sending him to the floor. The attacker giggled and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck with a wide grin. “Sorry Dad, in a bit of a hurry right now!” As the teenage boy said that, a familiar shriek could be heard and unfortunately, it belonged to Riddle.

~ Riddle stormed over and pointed at the two with a red face, explaining to Ace how this teen amused mischief in the Heartslabyul Dorm and was trying to look for “Dad”. Wait, didn’t the teen call him Dad just now? After the whole ordeal was done, Riddle entrusted Ace with looking after the teen before stomping away and back to the Dorm. 

~ Ace looked this kid up and down. He almost looked exactly like him! The hair, the eyes, but the hair color was off. It looked like your hair color instead. As Ace walked with the boy, the double Ace explained how he ended up here and how he was also trying to look for “mom” as well. 

~ The only girl he knew of was you... Wait, he has a kid?! With you?! He was shocked at first, but his expression turned to a wide smile. He started plotting how to surprise you, even getting his “son” in on the planning! He couldn’t wait to see your reaction!

Rook Hunt

~ Strolling through the halls with his usual smile and his hands behind his back, Rook was on his way back to the Pomefiore Dorm since all of his classes were done. Maybe he could practice his archery when he gets back?

~ He stopped though when he heard rustling and giggling coming from behind him. Thanks to his sharp hearing, he could hear the mystery person from afar. Sneaking over to one of the pillars, he smiled wide and peeked over to startle the person, but was met with two little girls instead. They squealed when they noticed him, hugging his legs and torso while laughing. Now this was a surprise! What does one do when two kids cling to you and don’t want to let go? 

~ “You scared us for a second, Papa! Why can we never sneak up on you?” The older girl pouted up at him while the smaller and clearly younger one blinked up at him. “Paapaaaa, can we play a game? Oh, maybe Camping, or Statues!” As she continued rambling and listing off game names, Rook’s eyes were wide.

~ Papa? What were they talking about? Wait a second... They both had blond hair, just like his! One had his eyes while the others eyes were different yet familiar... Wait, they were your eyes! That meant... 

~ A joyous surprise, magnifique! He laughed as he picked up the younger little girl and spun her around with a smile, laughing along with her while the other child jumped up and clung to his torso in a hug, wanting to be part of the fun, too. Looks like his archery plans will have to be put on hold!

Sebek Zigvolt

~ Malleus instructed Sebek to patrol around the Diasomnia Dorm, and that’s exactly what Sebek did. He had his arms behind his back as he stomped around, keeping his guard up and his posture stiff.

~ He noticed two figures in the distance and he quickly strides over, only to be met with two kids, one boy and one girl. He yelled out what they were doing trespassing on the Great Malleus’ territory, but instead of scaring them off, they grinned and hugged at his legs.

~ What was the meaning of this?! He’s a great, powerful guard, he should be feared, not doted on by children! He pried them off and held them up, looking them up and down suspiciously. That was, until the boy giggled more. “Higher, Dad, higher!” 

~ WHAT?! Dad?! He blinked a couple times out of confusion while he still held the kids up, the little boy now pouting. “I said, HIGHER!” The thrashing and kicking boy made Sebek jump and he quickly obeyed the child, lifting him up onto his shoulder. Thankfully, this pleased the now giggling boy.

~ He then noticed the boy’s fangs and hair... They looked like his! Same with the girl, but her hair and eyes were different. They were yours! Suddenly it made sense. They must be your kids from the future, it had to explain the traits and how they clung to him in particular! It made him blush furiously, but at the same time, feel all giddy and excited.

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[planetary]

what made it so bad?

this is about netflix’s “the imperfects”

my main gripe is that it paired up an 18 year old with a 27 year old, and they had known each other since they were 11 and 20, respectively.

just in terms of writing and stuff, though;

the story does a lot of TELLING the audience things, rather than showing. juan mentions that he draws comic books, he wants to be a graphic novelist, etc like. every other sentence. same with abbi, she is obsessed with saying she loves science! she wants to be a scientist! and like. this is definitely an adult show, between all the language and gore, so there’s really no need for the characters to be reminding us of their interests and lone personality traits every two seconds.

the portrayal of the main antagonist, starkov, constantly leaps around. he’s a silly guy. he’s mysterious. he’s quirky-funny. he’s shy and sensitive. he’s cold and blatantly evil. he’s just a sad wittle boy with a sad past. like… what are you trying to do here. it just did NOT work

their powers are super inconsistent. tilda has super-powered screams. sometimes tilda will screech for 1 second and the sound will be powerful enough break all the windows and to throw a person across the room and knock them out or even kill them. then when she’s in agony, she screams so loud it starts shaking the house. she was right in front of a glass wine cabinet and nothing broke. juan breaks his arm and then when he transforms its all better, but later his scratches dont heal when he transforms. dumb stuff i guess but it’s really noticeable in such a short show (10 episodes). oh, and juan is immune to abbi’s powers for like… no reason. that’s never explained.

i have other issues with it too like its treatment of its wlw character hannah is just like. over the top with its torture and belittlement of her. get that girl out of that fucking show!!!! anyways yeah

i also just hate tilda so much. wish she died for real but unfortunately the show seems to want the audience to root for her while also showing that she’s mean and inconsiderate and insensitive, AND tw: sexual assault;

she got a teenage boy drunk, waited for him to pass out, and then kissed him.

[vischys]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 kept his silence as his younger brother further his acquiantance with the Phantom, his countenance maintained its stoic stance with only the occasional quirks of brows and twitches of fascial muscles to indicate his sentiment therein.

“Cool, Shhhdwkyz,” his brother attempted again, a bit stuck at the first syllable before he got it right in the end, but no worries, he would get used to it!. “It takes a great deal of daring creativity to come with a name that only consists of one vowel, a sometimes one at that.”

Typical of Dante-esque compliment, plainly ridiculous and decidedly absurd. Then again, their Phantom companion did not seem to mind much, or mayhaps Shdwkyz simply had a different standard and preference than those common, thus what others may perceive as foolish and ludicrous, the teen might find a degree of amusement in it. At least that what Vergil perceived from the young man's reception of his brother's character and antic thus far. Yet a reminder why he felt most at ease with Shdwkyz as nearly much as Ink, though a different nature. One needed not to fuss over the common convention when interacting with the Phantom.

When the time came for the three of them to enter the cramped metal shaft that the human christened as an elevator, the only indicator of Vergil's discomfort was the tensing of his jaw and the brief hesitation before he followed Shdwkyz in, ignoring Dante's knowing look and grin. A reenactment of his first visit, the cambion stepped into the elevator in a grace reserved to a convict about to step into a cauldron of boiling water.

“Don't worry, wittle Vergie, Dante is here to protect you from the spooky, devouring elevator. Would you like to hold hands- HURGH!”

Dante doubled up and clutched his middle just as the metal door closed behind them with a smooth swish and Vergil merely adjusted the Yamato upon his side after he abruptly yet unerringly slam the tip of her saya with demonic level of strength against Dante's abdomen.

“I'm fine, I'm fine!” the hunter informed Shdwkyz breathlessly between a grimace of pain and awkwardly straightening himself. “Guess I'm lucky he didn't aim lower and strip me of my chances of making little Dantes.”

“ Not owing to our father's blood ensures the mending of that part of you, ” Vergil said coldly but devoid of actual hatred as he proceeded to fold his arms and shift his attention to their Phantom host.

“ Naught out of ordinary, ” he answered Shdwkyz flatly, finding no grievances at enganging the teen in a trivial conversation, a contrast to their first meeting.

“Yeah, some stray bottom feeders lurking around and making a treat out some unfortunate guys and gals, nothing new there,” Dante elaborated his twin's succint answer. “Sure their numbers did increase due to Halloween and that, but nothing we can't handle.” Between the two of them, with the addition of Nero, Trish, and Lady, not even the Hallowed Eve provided much boost for the Red Grave City's diabolic population. “If anything, it keeps the job coming so I ain't complaining.”

“ A certain level of vigilance is still de rigueur nonetheless, ” Vergil added, wincing subtly everytime their ride met a little bump or made mechanical noises. “ The boundary between the two worlds is notably tenuous tonight, moreso in places where Hell Gates abut. ”

'Twas an allusion of concern to his recollection that the @demon-blood-youths also took residency in the island of Wyckoff, where one such a gate was located.

The Slayer nodded brusquely albeit gratefully at the one he considered kindred in spirit amongst Ink's peers, his stoic features belied his inner relief at the assurance of their punctuality. That tiny part within him, the one who was willing to look past his iron pride, recognized the Phantom's generosity of equating his trial to find their address as a common happenstance rather than an inherent disposition due to age and difference in generation as his own would have crudely pointed out, and chose to overlook the twins' circumstances as a pair of lost individuals in favor of focusing upon the joy of their reunion.

I wander thro’ each charter’d street~ his humanity quoted Blake, as V was prone to do whenever he sought to either criticize or tease him.

Do Not. Even. Start.

At the while, his twin brother was returning Shdwkyz's observation. Though his blue eyes visibly held less wariness and more of wonder in contrast to his elder brother. Unlike the trio of kiddos he had met prior, this one was covered head to toe and has his face hidden behind mask on top of that. And here Dante thought that Vergil's insistence to dress like a nun was positively and entertainingly medieval, yet this "Shdwkyz" actually added a mask into his nun-tight ensemble despite his seemingly young age. Probably to complete his simulation of the shadows he just emerged from? More importantly...

“Again?” Dante groaned, turning to him with expression creased in peeved disbelief. “It's only four minutes in difference, Vergil!!” The devil hunter made a dramatic gesture of protest. “Did you seriously need to mention that to everyone you just met? That you get to lord around as the older just cause you were out four goddamn minutes earlier?!” The crimson-clad man shook his head in chagrin before turning back toward the Phantom. “Shdwkyz, right? Name's Dante, nice to meetcha despite all that.”

What could he say? The early bird catches the worm. As early as their birth taken into account.

“ You are in the presence of one of our gracious hosts, little brother. ” Vergil finally took pity upon the amount of amusement taken justly at his brother's expense, though neither it meant that he was going to pat his incorriglble twin's head howbeit. Thus chastising it was. “ Behave. ”

A beat ere the older twin checkmated ruthlessly, “ And since this simple fact eludes your meanest of wit, four minutes is still a gap wherein time passes hence serves as a valid determinant to our birth order. ”

With that ultimate verdict, he enjoined his brother to commence walking and turned upon his heel to follow the @demon-blood-youths' resident Slasher.

[solicuttle]

Hello, hope you’re doing well. Could I get headcanons with saiki and kuboyasu where they have a crush on kaidou’s best friend so kaidou finds out and then tries to wingman for them but he just sucks at it

I’m good, hope you’re fine! Okay so Kaidou being a terrible wingman is something I can definitely get down on.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

Characters: Saiki Kusuo, Kuboyasu Aren

See, Kaidou isn’t an idiot. Saiki is his number 2, the other half to the crime-fighting duo that stops Dark Reunion from bringing havoc to this world (Saiki begs to differ).

Obviously Kaidou can notice when Saiki has a little-wittle crush on one of Kaidou’s other sidekicks – you. Kaidou can tell because Saiki doesn’t explicitly ignore you like everyone else.

Although Dark Reunion is always acting upon a heinous plot; it would be counterproductive for his number one ally against Dark Reunion, Saiki, to have his heads in the clouds. And like the kind, selfless person Kaidou is – he’s going to help Saiki and you get together! It’s super easy, he’ll get it done in no sweat!

Okay so maybe it’s harder than he thought but Kaidou isn’t going to give up. The first attempt involves convincing Saiki to go to the rooftop with you, for a cherry blossom confession that he’s seen in mangas. The first problem is Saiki does not want to go to the rooftop. Kaidou tries to hint that going to the rooftop is the only way Saiki is going to get you to like him back, but the glare Kaidou receives has his plans burning into smithereens.

So that might not have gone the way he expected. Kaidou was sulking on his desk from his failed plan when you storm in. You’re understandably pissed but he’s you’re best friend – Kaidou deserves some leeway 😫. You make it clear that you are not happy that Kaidou told you to go to the rooftop and never came.

“It was for Saiki!” The frown you send him (and by association, Saiki) has Kaidou feeling like his efforts were in vain. Saiki watches with annoyance as your relationship meter goes down.

It might’ve failed spectacularly, but Kaidou isn’t going to give up so easily! He’s fought Dark Reunion multiple times, surely getting you guys to date is easy!

You’re minding your own business, doing you when Kaidou slides by, suave as ever. He elbows you to grab your attention, before pointing at Saiki’s direction.

“The person there definitely thinks you’re good-looking! Attractive enough to scare Dark Reunion off with a smile alone!” He’s sure that’s going to make you fall in love with Saiki – but the frown on your face is obviously not a good sign.

Kaidou balks – suddenly Saiki is no longer there; actually, the place he’s pointing at is blank. “Come on Kaidou, I thought we grew past the ugly jokes. You saying I’m unattractive or something?”

Kaidou stumbles over his words to try and explain himself, croaking out a simple, “Saiki…”

“Oh, Saiki set you up to this? I see.” You leave in a much more annoyed mood than you were before. Kaidou doesn’t even have to think of a third plan – Saiki’s behind him, and clearly not happy.

“Saiki – uh, I can explain…”

Needless to say, Kaidou doesn’t get to explain anything.

This is the 4th time this week that Kuboyasu walked into a wall after you said “hi”. At first Kaidou had had suspicions that Kuboyasu was under some curse but it was only around you that this strange occurrence seemed to be happening—

Oh. Kuboyasu has a thing for you! Kaidou nearly fell out of his seat laughing at the thought, that a big scary delinquent had a crush on you. At first, Kaidou’s understandably worried (just a bit), giving glares when Kuboyasu isn’t looking. Kuboyasu looks back at him once and Kaidou nearly pisses himself.

And then he realizes that Kuboyasu can protect you! Not that Kaidou can’t protect you because as The Jet-Black Wings, he definitely can but what’s the issue with double protection?! Nothing! Ad your best friend, it is now his sworn duty to set you up with Kuboyasu.

Except, that doesn’t go the way he wants it to. At all.

His first idea is to show you how strong Kuboyasu is, so you can fawn over him and hopefully end up dating! It’s easy. Just push something mildly heavy in your direction while Kuboyasu passes by so he can save you, easy! Then you’ll see how amazing Kuboyasu is and save Kaidou the stress of pulling Kuboyasu out of the walls he faceplants into.

Kaidou calls you to a totally safe location in school where a conveniently placed box that totally won’t fall on you is. It’s a foolproof plan – and to add to your safety, even if you do get hit by the box it’s not that heavy. He called Kuboyasu here as well, under the lie that coming to “suspicious” places is something friends do!

His plan is set in motion, one small push sends the box falling and then Kuboyasu is hurtling towards you, intent on preventing your imminent death. And for all of Kaidou’s plans, he didn’t account for Saiki passing by and using his abilities to push the box back up.

Still, Kuboyasu is already in motion and collides with you. Except there was no danger, and instead of you falling for your geek charming it’s a bunch of annoyed complaints. Who enjoys getting pushed to the floor for seemingly no reason? Nobody.

Kuboyasu is too busy flushing to explain himself, so you walk away with a worse impression of Kuboyasu. So, that did not go well at all, but Kaidou isn’t one to give up! He’s going to get you too together by the end of the week!

This time he decides for a more direct approach! Straight up tell Kuboyasu that Kaidou is now his wingman for you. Kuboyasu takes it in stride, because Kaidou’s your best friend and he has to know almost everything about you!

Unfortunately, Kaidou doesn’t have much personal experience with dating, but after doing some late night research (and almost getting killed by his mom) he’s got the foolproof plan. Apparently, people like confident yet a bit assholey people? It seems to be attractive, someone who knows what they want and knows how to get it.

So he relays it to Kuboyasu. And it does not go as planned. Kuboyasu walks up to you and says, “Hey. You look terrible today. Want to go out sometime?”

Obviously, that does not go by well. You don’t take it happily, choosing to turn him down because who in the heck says something that rude?

Kaidou isn’t around to see the aftermath, too busy running away – before Kuboyasu can murder him.