#we were like well who else does he love besides the boss. he was born in 2000 it's not just the boss

[lambergeier]

been haunted for weeks by the knowledge that jason todd's absolute favorite artist before he dies, age 14, in the year 2014, is yeezy. he's out there with the gargoyles blasting beautiful dark twisted fantasy and watch the throne on his ipod touch. again, he is 14, and his feelings are valid and powerful. six years later he's finally getting back in touch with popular culture and tim's like i have to tell you something. sit down. please. this is--sit down. i needed to tell you before you found out otherwise. we had to cancel kanye. do you--okay you don't really know what cancelling is. well, it's not so unlike what happened when you came back from the dead and tried to kill me and we--wait we're not done talking about kanye, in 2016 he endorsed

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Turns Out You Can Vote On Your Own Poll (I Picked Adam from Hazbin Hotel To Marry Mammon from Helluva Boss)

[Note: Reading This Is Optional...but this post is still for Mature Audiences Only. ]

so yeah, anyway after checking a little bit of some Adammon (the characters Adam from Hazbin Hotel and Mammon from Helluva Boss, being too perfect together...) I started to check out some other stuff too, some being Deltarune and even a bit of Hazformers as well.

I think maybe later tomorrow or whenever I can, I can check out some more fan art of the different series I like,

and is it weird to have the idea of wanting to like ship Penny Polendina (from RWBY) with a Transformers character, cause I have thoughts of wanting to ship but like maybe the type that starts out as a platonic friendship, but as the Seasons/Volumes/Years go by, it could blossom into love.

but while some will be "I ship it" some can stay in the "I bud it" zone.

like if Penny formed a friendship with Nightshade (from Earthspark),

their friendship could stay in the "I bud it" zone, and form a type of sibling type of bond, like if Penny fell into the Earthspark Universe, while Team RWBY fell into that other place that is like a wonderland but it's not called that of course...

she could end up going back to her original form that she had before Pyrrha had you know...even if it was accident, and well Penny was a robot girl that was created by her father.

like in a Crossover Timeline, Penny could end up falling into the Earthspark world and become a Techno-Organic, like when her new human body with her soul touched that liquid that the Terrans are born from, and this could take place like after maybe Season 2 of Transformers Earthspark.

but the place where Penny was reborn as a Techno-Organic, could of been a different place than the cave the Malto-Bots were born.

and the one who ends up finding her, could be Tarantulas who could form a type of father & daughter type of bond with Penny.

like Penny could see him as a second father figure.

anyway since the idea with Penny & Nightshade being like best friends and siblings, and Penny would know to call Nightshade by "they/them" because I think they would of ended up telling her so she doesn't misgender them by mistake.

and well if Penny ended up falling into the TFA Universe, she could still end up as a Techno-Organic, but it could be when her new human body transforms into a half-cybertronian & half-human, she becomes a fusion of both her second original robot body and her third body that was organic and fully human.

Penny and Sari could end up becoming friends.

and well even if Penny did end up going back to looking how she did when Ruby first met her, if Sari's key had enough juice left, the key could be used to upgrade Penny into the second form she had when she met Ruby once again.

but yeah besides that whole crossover idea...

I did press one of the choices on that poll I made, and it does turn out you can vote on your own poll, but my guess is you can only do that once in that poll, but could probably do it in a new one you make.

but yeah, I picked Adam, and well I guess I was surprised how many ended up picking Adam from Hazbin Hotel, to be the one to marry Mammon from Helluva Boss...it was like a lot. XD

some people might even "go down with this ship" and can't blame them, they are just too perfect together even if they may only end up being together in the Fanon.

this what happens when you give us hybrid Earth Angels both free will and the freedom to be as weird as we can when we get in a really good mood...

Weird-Anarchy!!!

which is basically me and anyone else, who is just being weird and having a good day, even if at times I might feel otherwise because of certain reasons.

if by chance Azazel is really a Nephilim, I hope he ain't a Ancestor...

I seriously do not want to deal with his sugar honey ice tea...

I don't think I watched the video, but there was something that had to do with him and Raphael...

well maybe when I find time, I can try to find it and maybe watch it...

also if some read what I had wrote about the whole thing about Abel, if he EVER tried that stuff with my second cat that is my precious fluffy-baby...I am serious on what I said, if I was allowed to, I would give him the cold hands to face punishment, which I still would want to do to Lucifer as well...

both Abel and Cain are still both at fault and are both victims, but we can't keep acting like Cain is the only one who took a life...

but yeah, I know it isn't possible some will accept the cold truth.

even if animals play a part in a circle of life, and yeah some can be either pets that love you and give you comfort when you feel a bit down at times...and some others being food and or clothes.

but no matter if its human or animal, there is just something wrong with certain stuff...I mean it's different when it isn't real and it's just fictional like in a book, show, movie or video game.

but if Adam from Hazbin Hotel ever came back as a Sinner, and he did have sons like Cain, Abel and Seth in that universe as well.

still gonna nickname Seth and Cain "Grunkle-Paws" cause for some they would technically be both "Grunkles" and "Great-Grandpas" but there would be many "Greats" in there...

like even if the history with those versions of Cain, Abel and Seth ended up being slightly different, but still slightly the same.

who knows what it would be like, only we can guess...but the likely hood of those three appearing in Hazbin Hotel, is perhaps very small.

and even if some might not agree with me on this, but I think the ones from our universe, Cain and Abel should be healed by the Divine Feminine energy, but it might take a long time for them be fully healed. I mean it took who knows how many centuries for the Feminine energy (not counting the toxic-feminine one...) to get a bit more better...

and yeah, I believe a little bit different now, but I'm not gonna force convert others into believing in the Earthly-Mother...

my believing in both Earthly-Mother and Heavenly-Father is my choice...still wish some Toxic-Religious jerk from a few years ago, wasn't such a insensitive jerk about it and kept misusing certain words at me and making me cry and feel terrible.

well I'm still gonna hope I don't run into them again, I can't really remember what name they went by but I guess I should just be happy I was able to keep them from doing that to me again, no one should have to go through that, no matter if they are religious or not.

and anyway, as for the whole votes on who would end up being married to Mammon from Helluva Boss (but the marriage would be fully Fanon and Non-canon.)

who knows how many will end up seeing it and voting on it, it did seem that Stella got some votes, but the votes for Adam were a bit higher than hers from the last time I looked before starting to write this post.

there are other characters from different series added into the poll, it couldn't just be Adam and Stella...

I think I will go make myself a snack, and well maybe I watch some episodes of one of my favorite series and maybe a movie afterwards.

oh yeah, and besides the whole wanting to give Abel the cold hands to face punishment, where if it were possible...I would take my hands and put it on each side of his face...but they will need to be cold first.

I think if I was allowed to, I would still want to sit on him, like on his back and make sure he stays there until he reflects on his own actions, I mean Cain shouldn't be the only one to reflect on his actions...

then again, if I was smaller in height than Abel and not as strong as him, he could easily overpower me and I could end up being slung like a doll over his shoulder.

gosh darn it, why didn't that come to mind, of course I wouldn't be heavy enough to make sure to keep him from doing anything that might be a not so good idea, even if it were to protect my fluffy-baby.

yeah I know it can't really happen, but it's like those what if type thoughts...

well can always go with Plan-A, and that is the cold hands to face punishment...I mean if it were still possible...but once again, it is like a type of What If type thing.

well maybe with all the centuries that past, maybe both Abel and Cain had gained a lot of wisdom, maybe...

I mean the weird thing I found out about Charlie's name, is that it has the name "Cain" hidden in there but like I don't even think some even notice it, not even the ones who worked and help create Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss...

like you know how Sans from Undertale own name is hidden in Steven Quartz Universe...?

well Cain is hidden in the name Charlie Morningstar.

don't think it could hold any meaning, but it is like one of those interesting surprises, like finding Sari Sumdac's name in Seviathan's name.

like it being Sari hidden in Seviathan Von Eldritch.

and yeah, I'm weird for noticing that.

anyway this will be the last post for tonight, and when I'm able to I will post some fan theories on here.

anyway, once again it turns out you can vote on your own poll but it might be only a one time, and I only plan to only vote on that one poll just once, and I picked Adam from Hazbin Hotel.

when I get a idea for a new poll, if I decide to place a vote on it as well, I might or maybe I wont.

but it is still nice that some had liked that poll I made about Mammon from Helluva Boss, even if it has to do with him getting married in the fanon.

in canon Mammon and Adam from Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel haven't met, but I and the other fans don't care...we ship it! XD

they just seem too perfect of a bromance, either it is the platonic type of "I bud it" or the romantic type that is "I ship it"

I'm fine if my fave ships of Adammon and Mamtella don't end up Canon...

that is what Fanon is for...right...?

[barkingbarghest]

hi please tell me about the zombie christmas musical. i have an inkling i know which one it is and i would love to hear more about it!!

omg lol... ok so it's called Anna and the Apocalypse (AatA) and its primary sin is that it wanted to be Too Much All At Once and consequently became a shambling mass of disjointed ideas. Also it's a great example of writing that is Not Tight. They're trying to do a lot but they're not being efficient about it.

[edit: putting a read more because i.............. well. i typed a lot.]

the Biggest example of this, there's a lot, but like ok they really liked the musical episode of Buffy. And not to spoil Buffy, but the song at the climax of the musical episode of Buffy is where Buffy sings about her conflicting duty as The Guy Who Fights Monsters and her desire to stop fighting and take the rest she's earned from saving the world you know like, several times. There's more to it but again I don't want to spoil Buffy in case that's something you're into

How that relates is, that the people who wrote AatA really liked that number and they were like "ok let's do that" so the song at the climax of the movie has our heroine singing about how she's a reluctant hero who will fight since that's what's expected of her. "It's been said the world's a stage / and everyone must play their part / well if that's true I'll act with all my heart" and "There are some things in life / you just can't control / but I'm ready to fight / I was born for this role" it's all very reminiscent of Buffy "magical girl who is the only person who can fight vampires and whatever" The Vampire Slayer... except Anna, our heroine, is not at all like Buffy and has no reason to feel this way.

Anna and the Apocalypse is a story about some high school students in a small town in Scotland who have to reckon with zombies at Christmastime. Anna is our main character, and she is a disillusioned teen who doesn't care about stuff and she just wants to get out of this dead end town and she doesn't care about people etc etc. It would be a fitting narrative if she started off like this, and through the events of the movie and the zombie apocalypse, she learns that when push comes to shove she does care about people and she is willing to fight for them, but she doesn't. Her characterization is a flat line except when the movie needs her to be something else. It's very noticeable and weird.

And like, the whole cast is like this. We follow a handful of kids besides Anna: John is Anna's friend singular and he's got a crush on her but she's friendzoned him and that's kind of it, Steph is a social justice warrior working on a film project and struggling with being an outsider by proxy of being a transfer student, Chris is a filmmaker roped into helping Steph, Lisa is Chris' girlfriend who exists for 1) singing a horny song and 2) it's sad when she dies via zombie, and Nick who is a Mean Hot Boy who had a fling with Anna and maybe he wants more of that but she doesn't but it doesn't matter because it doesn't go anywhere because this movie is 98 minutes long and we've got a lot to do and we're not very efficient storytellers!

The antagonist is the vice principal (vice dean?) Mr. Savage who is Comedically Villainous and not in a campy way just in a sledgehammer way. He hates kids and he hates the idea of fun but he likes being able to take away their candy and boss people around. Which leads me to my next point: tone. this movie does not balance comedy and drama. It's so bad. It wants these heartfelt moments but it can't commit to them and it wants to be funny but The Christmas School Pageant is so bad and guys we can be funny without resorting to kids and adults reacting to Lisa's horny song and the bad rap about fish that's bad on purpose which is the joke.. it's so bad. That screen time could have gone to so many other things. Better things.

They should have given a side plot to John and Steph, 1) because it would give John a much needed focus-that-isn't-Anna and 2) because John and Steph share an insecurity about not being bold enough. John sings about how he's too cowardly to tell Anna how he feels and Steph sings about how she's worried nobody will take her documentary about the homeless problem seriously and she's just another voice in the crowd. Do something with that! C'mon!!

And it's wild because like there ARE good things about this movie like the songs are pretty catchy, and the actors mostly do a great job with what they've been given, and I remember the choreography being pretty fun, but christ bacon sandwich the writing!

There's like, a song where the kids are huddled in a building looking at news stories about the zombie thing and being worried about their families and their own survival, but then the song they are singing is about the tragedy of kids these days being on their phones all the time and lacking a 'human connection'??? It's so disconnected from the story.

'Turning My Life Around', a duet between Anna and John where they juxtapose the characters' cheerful optimism with the zombie thing starting (imagine kids dancing down a street and in the background of the shot there's a guy spurting blood it's that kind of thing). It's a fun song and a fun scene and it's great. For some reason, Anna has taken her antidepressants for this song and this song only! Immediately before the song she is a sulky teen and immediately after the song she is a sulky teen. But! For the bit! She is cheerful!

Ok I've gotta stop because but I'll close argument with this list of inspirations from Wikipedia:

"Director John McPhail said that Anna and the Apocalypse was influenced by the films West Side Story (1961), The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) and The Breakfast Club (1985), as well as the Buffy the Vampire Slayer musical episode "Once More, with Feeling". McPhail also said that the film includes "nods" to the zombie films Night of the Living Dead (1968), Dawn of the Dead (1978), The Evil Dead (1981), The Happiness of the Katakuris (2001) and Shaun of the Dead (2004). The crop tops and short shorts seen in the film were inspired by the costume design in the slasher film Sleepaway Camp (1983)."

My guy that is too many things to try and be at once.

wait wait wait also John's harmony at the end of Break Away is so good and I love to sing that part where everyone's singing the refrain and he's singing about how he doesn't want Anna to leave in direct contrast with the rest of the cast singing about the things they're trying to get away from. Malcom Cumming if you're out there you did a great job on this movie.

also the incredibly Scottish line "What was I thinking / This isn'ae Disney" mwah chef's kiss

[donutloverxo]

Soooo there are many fics where reader makes steve jealous and it ends in rogh possesive fcking.. but what if steve tries to make reader jealous and it totally backfires and she becomes extremely insecure?? But please with a fluffy ending because my poor heart can’t handle anything less 🥺🥺

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"Um... yes?" You asked as you brought down the hand which was holding out a twenty dollar bill - since you thought it was the pizza you've been waiting for, for like the past half an hour, and not a blond, six feet and some inches,tall super soldier.

"Hi... doll," he smiled.

"My name's Y/N," you corrected him as you frowned, so fed up of men undermining you by calling you such 'sweet' nicknames. You knew Captain Rogers wasn't like that, but still you couldn't have him getting any ideas.

"Right," he cleared his throat as he repeated your name. "Sorry," he said with a toothy grin, which almost made your heart melt.

"How did you get my address, Captain?"

"Tony gave it to me. I would've asked you at work... but I wanted to do this the right way."

"Do what?" you quirked a brow.

"Um, I maybe people aren't as formal nowadays," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "But I can't really change who I am... not so late in life anyway," he cringed as he realised he was pretty rambling then, taking a deep breath he gathered enough courage, "I wanted to ask you to come with me, as my date, to the valentines party this Sunday."

You hummed at that, considering it because damn if Rogers wasn't convincing. Even when he wasn't as authoritative and dominating as he is when he puts on the suit.

It would be nice to be courted and treated nicely, and to not have to put up with the shit most men try to pull with you, you were sure Rogers would show you the time of your life. Besides, only an idiot would say no to him.

"No." You said with a finality that left no room for debate. "Is that all?"

"Uh... I... yes..." he stammered, not exactly prepared to be turned down so bluntly. "Can I ask why?"

"I don't shit where I eat."

"What?" his eyebrows cutely scrunching up.

You just knew you must've touched a nerve with your crass language. Tony, your boss, had told you about Cap and his 'language' incident.

"I don't date people at work... it can get complicated," you explained as he nodded.

It wasn't a complete lie. You didn't want to be known as the 'easy' girl or have others gossip about you. But that would be a sacrifice you'd willing make for someone like Steve. Who'd dare make fun of the Captains girl anyway?

You had been smitten with him from the moment you saw him, learning about his bravery and sacrifice as a kid you looked upto him and respected him, but when you met him in real life... you were a complete goner. Your stomach did somersaults every time he touched you, or hell even looked your way.

You tried your best to flirt, which was basically you stuttering and trying to make small talk whenever you had a chance to talk to him. Since he was born almost a century ago he would probably be offended if you were the one to make the first move.

You continued your back and forth for weeks before he told you about her. That he'll be visiting her over the weekend. You simply nodded, having a vague idea of who Peggy Carter was but not of what she went to Steve.

After some research you found out that she was an old flame of his, someone he couldn't marry and build a life with because he was frozen for decades. Upon seeing her many qualifications, and just how freaking brilliant she was, you knew one thing.

You may not be as smart as her, but you knew that you could never measure upto a woman that incredible. Someone Steve still visits after all these years. You were already afraid that he was out of your league but now you were sure of it.

"Did I do something wrong?" he wanted to know.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he shoved his hands in his pockets, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, "It's just that you used to talk to me all the time... and now it seems as if you're ignoring me. Is it because of something I did? Whatever it is I never meant to hurt you," he swore.

You sighed. "It's nothing you did, really. I just realized how incompatible we are. I hope you find the one you're looking for, someone who'll make you happy and give you the world. It just won't be me."

You didn't let him say anything closing your door instantly as you kept your tears at bay.

At the valentines party

"Cap," Tony said, slapping a hand on Steve's shoulder, "I thought you'd have her on your arm tonight. What happened?"

Referring to his assistant. He wanted to play cupid this once, since it was the season of love, he wanted to see his idiot friends happy. He was sure you both would be disgustingly smooching and all cute at the party. But not only had you both shown up separately, you seemed to be actively ignoring Steve.

"She uh... rejected me," he said, looking down into his glass of whiskey. It didn't do much for him but it helped him blend in.

"Ouch," Tony winced, "I was sure she would go for you. But I guess I have been wrong before," he shrugged.

"Really?"

"Yeah. She goes all heart eyes whenever you're around. But I guess that's nothing unique since that's just how most women act around you," he scoffed. "You should read all the love letters you got today. I was going through them, you have quite a passionate fanbase of people who want to... what was it..." he pretended to think hard about it. "Yes, 'ride your bicep', I don't understand the physics of how on earth that would work, but I am intrigued."

"Tony," Steve rolled his eyes as he always does when he's around the billionaire. "I don't really care about all of them... they don't know me. I only care about her and I don't know why she said no, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Whoa, you're accepting defeat so soon? Where's that I-can-do-this-all-day attitude?"

"This isn't a war, Tony. If she doesn't see me that way... then there isn't much I could do."

"Maybe she's just playing hard to get. There's absolutely no way to really know what goes on in womens heads, Rogers. They're so smart and sneaky... it's kinda scary actually."

"I don't think she'd play games..."

Tony had gotten distracted pretty quickly and left Steve alone to pout and only appreciate your beauty from afar. You had worn a pink dress with red hearts on it, and for some reason, you got more beautiful every time he looked at you.

"Hello."

He jerked when he heard the foreign voice, looking at the blonde woman next to him, with her hand out, he shook it just to be polite.

"I'm Crystal," she smiled, flashing her sparkly white teeth.

"I'm Steve."

"Of course I know who you are!" she laughed, "You're Captain America, everyone knows you," she playfully hot his bicep before squeezing it, "Oh my... you must work out a lot."

"Uh... yeah..." he nodded. He could never get used to how people perceived him so differently.

"There is something I need to know really bad," Crystal blinked as she looked up at him, "Do you wear underwear in those suits? They seem really tight, wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

"Oh, um... we just sort of..."

You had never looked at yourself as a jealous person. Maybe things were different when it came to Steve... he was a pretty special guy.

When you looked at him, talking to some girl, dancing with her, laughing and having fun with her, it was as if you were on fire from simmering rage, at the same time you could feel your heart breaking in a million pieces.

You knew it was wrong. You had no claim to him, he can do whatever he wants. If you said no to him then it makes perfect sense that he seeked out someone else.

You just had to get away for some fresh air, so you wouldn't abandon all class and pull the girls hair and drag her away from your Steve.

You yelped when you heard him call out your name.

Looking over your shoulder you saw him staring at you, his brows scrunched up, he looked so worried. But why?

"What're you doing here? You'll catch a cold, doll," he takes off his blazer, putting it over your shoulders and then groaning when he realised his slip up.

"Right, sorry, old habits die hard. I won't call you that again, I promise," he said, crossing his finger over his heart.

"No... I think it's kinda sweet. No ones ever had such an endearing petname for me. I do like it."

"Oh," he frowned, "it's just that you said you didn't."

Tony, of all the people in the whole universe, was right. There was no understanding women.

"I guess I lied..."

"Why?"

"Um..." You were at a loss of words and nervous. Steve wouldn't tolerate lies, and you didn't want him to hate you. "It was easier to do that then tell you the truth."

"What's the truth?"

"I do like you... a lot. But I don't want to live in someone else's shadow. And I just think the whole thing would end in a disaster..."

"What're you talking about, Y/N?"

"Peggy. Your first and only love. I can't measure upto her, not in my wildest dreams, there's no use trying."

"Why would you have to measure upto Peggy?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but couldn't really come up with an answer. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I did have feelings for her, but that was a long time ago. I'm happy she lived her life, it just wasn't meant to be."

"So, you're not still in love with her?"

"No," he shook his head, "I wouldn't have asked you out if I was."

"Well, what about Crystal? You were practically glued to her the entire evening!" you huffed as you stomped your foot. Mad at your own stupidity. You could've simply told him the truth and asked for a straight answer. "I have to warn you, she had was pretty crazy in the last season."

"Last season?"

"Mm-hm, the last season of her reality show, I've seen all eight seasons. Maybe they just amp up the drama, maybe she isn't actually crazy, I wouldn't know," you shrugged.

"Doll," he smirked, circling a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, "are you jealous?"

"I am not!" you gasped, looking away from his eyes as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I don't want anyone but you. Why would I? You're goddamn perfect. And... I want you to be my girl."

"I guess I don't really have a reason to say no now..." you murmured, your face still flustered as you played with the buttons on his shirt before he tilted your chin up to make you look at him, placing his lips over yours in the most tender of kisses.

"Got the job done, Tones... I'm pretty sure I saw him go after her, I have to say though, you look at Captain America, and you really don't expect him to be that awkward..." Crystal said as she sipped on her gin and tonic. "You owe me."

Tony only hummed, not too happy about being indebted to someone, but you both needed a necessary push in the right direction.

[spidernerdsblog]

Match made in Hell : Prologue

A/N : Well this series will be hella angsty. Hope you like this. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : 18+,mentions of blood, murder, death, misogyny, implied sexual theme.

SERIES MASTERLIST

It’s the middle of the night as you sneak out from the backside of the dingy motel you and Ethan chose to hide for two days before catching a bus to Virginia. You were headed to the NY port bus terminus as you cautiously walked through the dimly lit alleyway. Both of you carrying a duffel bag in your hand as you briskly walk down to the main street.

"Ethan come on'' you whisper yell looking back to your boyfriend who was walking right behind you with whom you have planned to elope and start a new life away from your father's clutches who happens to be the mafia king of Northeast United States and wants to forcefully marry you off to another mobster of Europe to expand his territory and grab hold on their turf.

"Y/N are you sure your dad will not find us trying to flee right under his nose?" Ethan asks nervously. You smile softly as you put down your bag. Your hands reach up to his face cupping it gently.

"Don't you worry honey. I have a friend over there who has made all the necessary arrangements. In a few hours we will be in our paradise far from all of this. Just you and me, baby."

"But what if your dad already knows about us and sent his men to kill me."

"By the time daddy will come to know about us running away he will have nothing to do. He has no power in the southern states so we will be safe." You press your forehead on to his before stepping away from him and are about to turn around to resume walking but then the inevitable happens.

BANG! a gunshot was fired from a near distance.

You flinched at the deafening sound and felt something graze past you as some viscous liquid splattered on your face. You run your hand through your face to find blood stains and look at Ethan with horror in your eyes, a bullet has punched it's way right through his chest causing a hole in its wake as blood oozed out, his white shirt slowly turning scarlet red.

"Ethan!! oh my god!!" you gasped and rushed to him. Ethan felt dizzy, his vision going blurry as his body began to collapse. You quickly hold on to his weight slowly crouching down to kneel on the pavement placing his head on your lap.

"No! No! No, This can't happen!" You didn’t know what to do as you franctically pressed your hands together on the wound on his chest trying to stop the bleeding, tears running down your cheeks.

"Mija" your throat went dry at the deep voice. You turned your head to find your father standing all tall and powerful, face expressionless with his hands stuffed inside his pockets and right by his side is your step brother Julian. In no time his hunch men surrounded the area.

"Daddy he's dying do something please." you sobbed.

"You shouldn't have tried to run away Mija or else poor Ethan would have been alive to see tomorrow's daylight."

"C'mon now get up." He reached out his hand to you.

"What? No! Daddy please help him. He'll die. I'll do whatever you say, marry whoever you want but please save him." You begged him as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

"It's too late for that Mija. You should have known well that after your engagement you are just a safe-keeping of the Holland's for us. Son-in-law is really upset with your behavior. He is the one who helped us track you down."

"Jules at least you try to understand." You turned to your step brother in despair.

"Enough sister we have to go, we don't want the whole NYPD chasing us for a petty collateral damage." he says sternly.

"You already are a big disgrace to the family. Thankfully my step brother-in-law is very generous to accept you even after all this."

"No I'm not going with you anywhere, either you shoot me like him or else I'll do it myself." You scrambled up back on your feet and with a swift move snatched the gun from the holster of one of his men standing near you. You pointed the gun to  your head holding onto the trigger.

"Y/N Martinez enough is enough! Drop the gun now!" your father commands agitated.

"No!" you shakily press the trigger a little more as tears pricked your eyes.

"You'll not do that Y/N." your father warns again.

"Oh hell I'll do if I don't get to live with the love of my life then you will not get what you want." you spat trembling in rage.

"Y/N no.. No" Ethan croaked in pain, the angry demeanor you had softened at his voice.

"Ethan, honey.. " you dropped to your feet kneeling beside his weak body.

"if you die then I die too." You sniffled. Ethan threaded his fingers to yours.

"No, Y/N you - you have to live. For me. Promise me."

"No" you whimper.

"Promise me Y/N, this-this is my last wish" He took large gulps of air while he spoke. You screwed your eyes shut feeling helpless at the given moment.

"I-I promise Ethan." Your voice quivered.

"I love you Y/N.." he smiled weakly as his voice trailed off as it was becoming difficult for him to breathe.

"I love you too baby." You sniffled. Ethan's eyes were droopy as he struggled to stay awake. He was barely breathing.

"No, no Ethan, stay with me please." you clutched onto his hand desperately. He swallowed his last breath of air before succumbing to eternal sleep in your arms.

"Ethan?" you shake his lifeless body. "Ethan wake up!!" all was in vain as Ethan's limp body lay on the pavement.

"Ethaaan!!!" you wail.

"Take care of the body. I need to handle my ever rebellious daughter." your father ordered.

"Okay boss." one of his capos obliged.

"Now c'mon and let's get you prepared for your husband." your father grabbed on to your arm.

"No,no,no" you try to grasp onto Ethan's lifeless body. Your father ripped you apart from his body forcing you to stand up on your feet.

"It's your last week with us anyway, spend some time with your mother, make some happy memories, she will miss her only daughter the most."

"Happy memories?! You took every ounce of happiness from my life, you are a monster! You all are! I hate you!" you screamed struggling hard to free yourself from your father's firm grip.

"One day you'll know everything your daddy did was for your own good. So stop fighting and do as you are told like a good girl" Your father and brother Julian dragged you to the car. You were a walking dead when you reached your home which seemed a prison to you now. Your mother came rushing to you.

"Oh sweetie you're safe. Thank god I was so worried." she wrapped her arms around you in a hug.

"Mom.. Ethan.. He's gone." You broke down in her arms.

"It's ok sweetie. Don't worry everything will be fine. You are my strong girl I know you will get through this" she cradled your face pecking your forehead trying to console you.

"Ask your daughter to stop acting like a brat and learn how to be a good wife to her future husband and tend to his needs. Don't want the Holland's point fingers at us saying we didn't raise our daughter right."

"Why did you do this Victor?"

"After so many years are you questioning your husband Rosette?"

"No, I'm questioning a father and how could he do this to his only daughter?"

"She brought it upon herself." your mother was about to say something but was cut off by your father.

"No! I don't want to hear anything more about this. Just do what I said." he says sternly.

******

"The Martínez's will arrive in a week, start making all the necessary arrangements."

"Once the deal is done you will be taking over our family business son are you ready to sit on this throne?" The senior Holland asks his eldest son Tom in the presence of his younger twin sons Harry and Sam and Tom’s future consigliere and best friend Harrison as he stood in the middle of the spacious conference room patting on the big leather chair placed right in the middle of the wooden round table from where he has been running this empire all these years commanding men to do all his dirty work and sealing fate of people who didn’t comply by his wishes.

"Always ready dad." Tom stood tall.

"I know you are, my son. This is the day I have been waiting for all my life."

"Okay now enjoy your last few days of freedom of a bachelor before you are a married man." he pats his shoulder proudly and was about to leave the room but turned to him again.

"One more thing you need to keep a tighter hold on your woman from now on Tom. Her carefree days are over, she needs to be made aware of her responsibilities including giving the family an heir."

"Yes dad."

As his father leaves with the twins Tom slumps down on one of the chairs with Harrison beside him. He lets out a long sigh taking out his phone.

The first thing he does is open your Instagram page and go through your pictures which has turned out to be a habit for him for the last three years. Harrison was sitting beside him as he saw your pictures too. Some were with your college friends, some you attending one of your dad's galas in the prettiest designer dresses and some bikini clad sunkissed aesthetic pictures of you on vacation on some exotic island. Tom thought you looked unearthly in every picture but his mood would go sour seeing the comments below of several guys objectifying your body. He felt like hunting them down and chopping off their fingers with which they typed such lewd comments.

Though he himself wasn’t a man of high morals either drinking, gambling, bringing in girls every night in spite of being engaged to you though each night he wished it was you on his bed, not some random hooker he picked up from the bar. He is well aware that you don’t like him and despise this whole marriage. But he has nothing to worry anymore now because in a few days you are going to be his for lifetime. And he is confident that he will win you over eventually.

"I see why you are hell bent to marry her, she's a siren." Harrison remarked snarkly, breaking Tom from his thoughts.

"Hopefully she sounds like one too" Tom chuckles.

"But you really want to spend the rest of your life with her? She doesn't seem to be the one to follow rules."

"She's always been a wild horse since childhood that is why I like her even more and trust me wild horses are more fun to tame Haz. I can assure you in no time she'll be roaming around like a puppy around me."

"And how do you know you'll be able to tame a headstrong girl like her?"

"That will not be an issue because once I make sure that my child is inside her she will have nothing to do." He smirks. "Motherly instincts, you know how that works. After all, she's a woman. How much ever she hates me she will never separate her child from his father."

"And once I will have her father removed from the picture and taken over their empire she will have nowhere to go."

"You know she'll hate you more than she already does after you kill her father."

"Her father is no less than a monster. I will be doing her a favor actually." Tom once again glances at a portrait picture of you.

"Princess your kingdom eagerly awaits your arrival." he mutters to himself with a smug grin on his face.

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[a-simple-gaywitch]

Composed of the Elements

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary:  When a case takes the team to (Y/N)'s home town, her best friend Spencer helps her leave all the baggage behind.

Title Song: Sweet as Whole, Sara Bareilles

Word Count: 2705

Warnings: high school bullying, brief mentions of a case, smoking

“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.” -Oscar Wilde

~

You walked into the bullpen with a coffee in one hand and your phone in the other.

“Morning, (Y/N),” your best friend, Spencer, called from his desk.

“Morning, Spence.” You sat down at your desk. Before you could get settled, JJ announced a case.

“We’ve been called in to a small town in Indiana,” JJ said, clicking on the slide projector.

“Wait. When you say small town…” you said, feeling your body tense.

“We’re going to (L/N)’s hometown,” Hotch confirmed. After going over the details of the case, he said, “Wheels up in thirty.”

Spencer reached for your arm, but you were up and moving to the bullpen before he could catch you. He watched as you grabbed your bag from your desk, ignoring Morgan’s attempts at conversation. Your usual peppy, outgoing self was gone, replaced with a stranger.

When the team gathered on the jet, they discussed the case together. You sat at the back of the cabin, staring out at the clouds, tapping on the table in front of you.

“Hey.” You looked up to see Gideon sitting in front of you. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head. “I never thought I’d be going back there. I thought I could leave and never look back.”

“Hey, I know it isn’t easy, but we need your help. You know this town and the people in it. That can help us.”

You sighed and stood up. “Fine.” Walking over to the team, you said, “One thing you need to know about these people: they don’t like outsiders. At all.”

“What do you mean by outsiders?” Hotch asked.

You scoffed. “Anyone who isn’t born and raised in the town. Even if you’ve lived there for years, if you weren’t born in Newton, you’re not to be trusted. You’ll see first-hand when we meet with the local PD.”

“What about the victims?” Derek asked you.

“I knew both of them in high school,” you said, flicking through the file. “But I don’t know what anyone has been doing with their lives.”

Spencer couldn’t help but notice the sadness in your eyes. Despite his aversion to touch, he reached out and rested his hand on top of yours. You were his safety net. He loved you, as more than just his best friend.

~

When the team got to the police station, you stuck to the back of the group while JJ and Hotch made introductions.

“Detective Miller,” Hotch said, holding his hand out. “I’m Agent Hotchner. You’ve already spoken to Agent Jareau. This is SSA Gideon, Dr. Reid, SSA Morgan, and SSA (L/N).”

“Wait. Little nerdy (Y/N) (L/N)?” the detective said, finally noticing you. “Wow, who would have thought you’d come back to Newton?” You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes down.

“Do you have a place we can set up a case board?” Spencer asked, noticing your unease.

“Sure.”

“Did you know the victims well?” JJ asked him.

The detective nodded. “We all do. Kelly’s my son’s teacher. Julia and I dated in high school. Our kids are friends.”

“Does everyone in town know each other well?” JJ asked as she helped you pin the crime scene photos to the board.

“Of course. We’re like a family. When your town only has 300 people, you have to look out for each other.” You couldn’t hold back your scoff. “You have something to say there, (Y/N)?”

“She’s Agent (L/N) to you,” Gideon interrupted. “JJ, Julia Coleman’s family is here.”

~

“You look different,” Detective Miller said to you as you worked late to help nail down the profile. “You look good.”

“Detective Miller-”

“Come on, you can call me Tim.” He stepped closer to you. “You don’t have to be so professional.”

“Excuse me,” you said, though it was no more than a whisper. You slipped out of the room and stood outside the precinct, leaning against the wall. You pulled a small box out of your jacket pocket.

“Since when do you smoke?” Spencer asked you, coming up next to you.

You lit a cigarette and took a drag before saying, “Since high school.” Seeing Spencer’s concern, you said, “Relax, I haven’t for a while. It’s only when I get really stressed.”

“You know, each cigarette takes about seven minutes off your life.”

“If it’s seven minutes I don’t have to spend with Timothy Miller or anyone else from this damn town, then I don’t care.”

“What did he do to you?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Come on, (Y/N), it’s me. Talk to me. Please?”

You looked at your best friend’s pleading eyes and sighed. You put out your cigarette and said, “You know I didn’t have a good high school experience. After my mom died, my dad moved us to his childhood home. I moved schools halfway through the first semester. I was the weird new kid who wore all black with braces and clunky glasses and was way too into Stephen King books. I was an easy target.” You cleared your throat. “Julia and Tim were my biggest tormentors. When they dated, it was worse.”

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked.

You chewed your lip. “Tim asked me to the prom when he and Julie were on an off period of their relationship. I got so excited, like an idiot. I mean, I knew he didn’t like me in that way. After all, why would he?” You laughed, but there was no joy behind it. Spencer felt his heart clench at how you saw yourself. He thought you were the most beautiful, amazing woman to ever exist.

“But I thought at least I’d have a friend, you know? I rented a dress and did my hair, all that stuff. Tim said he was going to pick me up. He never came.” Your eyes burned with tears at the memory. “The worst part was, my dad didn’t know there was anything going on. After-after my mom died, he gave up. When he wasn’t working, he was drinking and smoking.” You shook your head. “Tim just brought all those feelings back.”

Spencer reached out and wiped the tears off your cheek. “You didn’t deserve any of that. No one deserves that.”

“Carrie was my favorite book in high school. I wonder what that says about me.”

“Why don’t we head back to the hotel?” Spencer offered, holding his hand out to you. “Rest might help us with the case.”

~

The next morning, the team discovered there was another murder. Misty Lincoln had been killed in the same way as the other two victims. Spencer was graphing the geographical profile while you sat at the table, staring at the crime scene photos.

“You see something?” Hotch asked you.

“I’m not sure. Uh, could I- could I take like two hours? I think there might be something that’ll help us in my dad’s old things.”

“Sure. But you’re not going alone. Take Reid with you.”

You knew better than to argue with your boss. “Yes, sir.”

When you and Spencer got into the SUV, your fingers started tapping the steering wheel as you drove, letting muscle memory guide you. You pulled into the parking lot of a storage facility. Spencer followed behind you as you passed row after row of storage units. When you finally stopped, you flipped through your keychain until you found one you were looking for. You hadn’t spoken to Spencer since getting in the car back at the station, and he was starting to worry.

After you opened the door to the unit, you looked at Spencer. “After my dad died, I moved all his stuff here. I got rid of some stuff, of course. What would I ever do with an old couch that had more cigarette burns than upholstery?” You ran your hand over a white garment bag. The golden lettering was faded, but Spencer could still make out the word bridal, and what he could infer was the word boutique from the few remaining letters. “Some things I just couldn’t get rid of.”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Spencer asked you, picking up a picture at the top of an open box. You were between who he could only assume were your parents, and you all looked happy. You looked just like your mother. The small you, who couldn’t be much older than 8, clung to the woman’s side. Your father had his arm around your mother’s waist. It all looked very domestic.

“Sure,” you said, digging through a box at the back of the unit.

“Why have you been acting so different since we got here? I mean, you’ve been acting so meek and timid, which isn’t you. I once heard you threaten a cop that you would, and I quote, ‘shove your foot so far up his ass that he would taste the mud on your shoe.’ What’s going on?” He set the frame back on the top of the box.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess… I spent so long trying to distance myself from this place and when I came back, I was back to being a scared little 15-year-old.”

“But, you’re not, (Y/N). You’re strong and confident.” It was then Spencer heard you sniffle and noticed you were crying. “(Y/N)?”

You wiped your face. “Sorry. It’s just… I worked so hard for the image of me that you all see and-and I’m just so afraid that being here is going to erase all that. I worked so hard at the Academy to form an identity that wasn’t this and-”

“(Y/N), (Y/N), hey,” he said, taking your hands in his. “Breathe. Our image of you is not going to change just because your old tormentors are here. I- uh, we, the team, we love you. You’re our family. I think Garcia would riot if Hotch ever tried to get rid of you.” You chuckled at that and it made him smile. “Now, how about we get out of here and work more on our profile?”

~

When you got back to the precinct, Hotch asked you, “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Yeah.” You pulled an old yearbook out of your bag. “All the victims are from the same graduating class, and they were all in the same extracurriculars. Look.”

“We’re ready to give the profile,” Gideon said after flipping through the book.

Your team gathered the police department to deliver your preliminary profile.

“We’ve come to the conclusion that our unsub can only be a local,” Spencer said. “He-”

“There’s no way,” Officer Miller interrupted. “No one in this town would do that. Besides, why would I trust this walking stick insect over the people I’ve known my whole life? You’re wrong, Stick-Bug.”

“How dare you,” you said, stepping forward. The rest of your team stepped away. They knew what was coming. No one would say it, but they all knew how you and Spencer felt about each other. “How dare you talk to Spencer that way. Captain Bell invited us here to help you find out who’s murdering members of your community. You have no right to talk to my family that way.”

“Your family? These people are your family?”

“A family is anyone who makes you feel loved, and by that definition, yes. These people are my family. And if you ever talk to any of them like that again, I will bring your life crashing down around you with one simple phone call.”

“Oh, look who’s finally got a backbone,” Tim laughed. “Little (Y/N) thinks she sounds all big and threatening.”

“It’s not a threat, Timothy, it’s a promise,” you said. “And I’m sure Captain Bell would take you off this case if I told him you have a conflict of interest. I’m sure he’d love to know you’d had an affair with one of the victims. You and Julia never could stay away from each other, could you?”

Spencer fought a smile at seeing you return to yourself, as well as seeing Timothy’s face pale. He chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to think of a way to thank you.

~

The case was finally over. Like always, Spencer had been right. The unsub was a guy from your graduating class who felt the women from your class shunned and mistreated him. Thankfully, you were able to sympathize with him and get him to come in without any extra violence.

Hotch was giving the team the night in the hotel before heading back to Quantico in the morning. You were flipping through the channels on the hotel’s TV, already in your pajamas by 8:30. You finally settled on some old reruns of Friends when there was a knock at your door. You groaned and extracted yourself from your blanket cocoon and trudged over to the door.

“Spence? What are you doing here?” you asked after opening your door to reveal Spencer, still in his work clothes.

“Come with me, I want to show you something.”

“Spencer, I’m in my pajamas-”

“That doesn’t matter. Just, come with me. Please?”

You tugged your old sweatshirt on and followed Spencer down the hallway, to the elevator.

“Where are we going?” you asked him.

“It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise?”

“You trust me, right?”

“Of course, I do, Spence. You know that.”

“Okay well,” he covered your eyes with his hands and guided you forward. He dropped his hands and said, “surprise.”

You were standing on the patio of the hotel’s restaurant, the tables had been pushed to the side and lights were strung up all around.

“Spence, what’s all this?” you asked as he gently pulled you to the center of the patio.

“A way to say thank you,” he said. When he saw the confusion on your face, he said, “For sticking up for me at the precinct. I know it must have been hard to stand up to Detective Miller. And-and I remember you telling me that you don’t have many good memories here, and then I thought about your prom story, so…” He held his hand out to you as music started playing. “May I have this dance?”

You smiled and took Spencer’s hand. He rested his free hand on your waist, and your free hand rested on his shoulder as the two of you gently swayed to the soft music coming from the patio’s speakers.

“How’d you pull this off?” you asked him.

His smile was a bit sheepish. “Morgan and Garcia helped me pull some strings.”

“Of course they did. Garcia is the all-powerful puppet master.”

Spencer laughed as the two of you continued to dance. When Spencer heard you sniffle, he stopped and pulled away.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He brushed a tear off your cheek. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head and smiled at him. “No. It’s happy tears.” When you saw that Spencer still looked confused, you explained, “I never thought I’d have someone in my life who cares about me this much. I mean, look at all this. You did this just to make me happy.” You rested your forehead against Spencer’s and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair. Spencer’s arms wound around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Of course I did. I love you. I-I mean, I care about you. Because you’re my best friend and-”

“Spence,” you said, stopping his rambling. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment.

Spencer’s brain, which usually worked at three times the speed of the average person, slowed to practically a halt. You had just kissed him. The girl he’s been longing for just kissed him. She kissed him . You were about to say something to him when his brain finally caught up and he kissed you back.

When the two of you pulled apart, you said, “Well, I guess my prom was worth the wait.”

Spencer smiled at you and kissed your forehead before continuing to dance with you.

~

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." -Anais Nin

[aestheticsuwu]

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Hope you like it @indecisive-behaviors sorry for my bad writting i couldnt help myself to write a little snippet lol .

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Johnny lawrence had a hard time growing up and adjusting from just him and his mother to living with Sid .

The man expected alot from him even if he was just a kid . Every move he made was being watched , waiting for one mistake .

When he was a teenager , he and his friends would beat the shit out of kids who seemed weaker or in Dutch words a fairy .

He was full of anger and it was the only way to let some steam .

The other half he spent being with his girlfriend Ali that he loved , but she later broke up with him because he wasn't the guy she fell in love with .

Not even a week later she started dating a guy from college .It made him angry , made him like he was nothing but a weak boy .

Felt like he was full of anger like a dark cloud just following him .

Sid always gave him shit , always telling him that he was just a pussy and just like the kids he would beat up .

College wasn't for him it was just time wasted , he dropped out with one month in . The look of dissapointment of his mom hurt him more than the harsh words Sid yelled at him .

Then one day he crossed into a man named kreese , he was wasted but soon after he got into a fight with a dumbass that got in his way .

Kreese stopped him before he killed the guy . Told him he had potential of being something big , at first he thought he was full of shit and almost threw hands at him too .

The man gave him a card to call him when he was tired of wasting away talent .

Thats how he was thrown into the underground business after he was thrown in jail almost killing Sid and left him in pulp .

Kreese had taken him out of jail , Johnny had to repay the favor by doing what he did best using his anger and destroying the ones around him .

Johnny thrived from the anger that pumped in his veins , the blood that would splatter and the satifaction of feeling in control .

He didnt want to give the feeling or the money up .

He was Kreese favorite fighter his star pupil , thats why he was the only one to get to meet the boss of the underground that was given to John Kreese to keep an eye on .

" You were born to be a cobra, lawrence with that power you can control the world with just the palm of your fist . "

He believed every word yet when he wanted the person he couldnt have . He felt like a useless powerless ant .

He wished to he had never went with kreese to meet the man thaat would hurt the person he would love the most .

..

The Mansion was huge bigger than the ones he grew up with Sid. Maids and butler walked around and carrying on with their dutties . They were directed to the backyard full of little trees and cherry blossoms that seemed the opposite of the tales of Mr. Silver .

A foot in the garden , weirdly he felt relaxed even more so when he had spent the night with shannon and smoking weed .

" Did you wrapped your hand like i told you  yesterday , if you dont start taking care of yourself someone else will take your place . "

" Yes sensei , Carmen helped me out and We both know no one can take my place .

Kreese chuckles proudly .

" John my man ! Long time no see , What do i owe the pleasure .

" Its been a while has it . Hope im not interrupting  . "

" nonsense pal . "

" I wanted you to meet you lawrence , the one i been talking about . "

The man had piercing cold stare , but johnny wasn't scared when he almost killed sid with his bare hands , hes not going to start now just because the guy was freakin rich .

Terry looked unimpressed,  like he was staring a gum at the bottom of his shoe .

" How old are you kid  ? "

" 24 ."

" Does he got the potential for it or will he back out like scared kid ? "

The question was directed to kreese like if he wasn't just standing there . God he wanted to beat the shit of this self absorbed guy .

" I could prove it to you right now . " He answers before Kreese could get a word in .

The guys just chuckles and smiles , Johnny really wanted to break his hand where he places it on his shoulder .

" Alright then , Your in the big boy world now . "

" Mr . Silver ? "

A older lady called , He guessed she was a secretary or probably his wife .

" Mr. LaRusso said that hes going to church and you could stay here with your friends . "

" Nonsense . Get the car ready , Well gentleman got any plans today ? . "

.....

It had been awhile he had gone to church , couldn't remember at all .

Stepping out of the car , he watches in the distance where Mr. Silver and the larusso guy- he looked more like a boy to him .

When the guy walks in first , Silver makes a hand motion to follow him . They make him sit besides the boy while Kreese and Terry sit in the back to talk business .

All he wanted to do was run the fuck out of there . He felt everyone could see his bloodstained hands , and all the fucked up shit he's done and about to do .

He didnt even realise his leg was bouncing until he felt a dainty hand over his , where he place above his knee .

" First time ? "

" Its been awhile . "

" Focus on the beautiful angels instead of thinking about how the people might see your sins . "

The boy whispered to him , not once he looked at him in the entire conversation but he didnt take his hand back either .

Johnny looked at the angel , he felt the whispers and the judging eyes dissapear, For the first time he wondered how can an angel look so sad and beautiful at the same time .

Said angel turned to face him , Johnny felt mesmerized by his huge doe eyes .

" What are you doing ? "

Clenching his fist to feel the dull ache of his knuckles . Holding his gaze , his eye flicker one more time to their hands and then back to him .

" Looking at the angel . "

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

" If im Bambi , What does that make you , the lion ? "

" i guess it does , The lion has to protect the Bambi from the hungry snakes . "

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Tea Shop Part One - Zuko x female reader series

Imagine being an air acolyte searching for the avatar in Ba Sing Sei and instead finding yourself working beside the dragon of the west and the banished prince of the fire nation, but of course you know them as Mushi and Lee. From the start you and Zuko clash, you hate his angry rude attitude and he hates how often you call him out on his poor behaviour. Your dislike grows until it’s almost unbearable and then his life is suddenly placed in your hands. After that and things change...

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(Note, in the readers view Zuko = Lee and Iroh = Mushi but when it’s from Zuko’s or Iroh’s pov they will be Zuko and Iroh. Hope that’s not too confusing!

Prologue: You were descended from air benders and were one of the last air aceloytes in the world. Your family was not in the air nation when the fire nation attacked a century ago, by luck your grandfather was in Omashu. When he heard the news he was devastated but crippled with fear he stayed and hid in the Earth kingdom. He married your grandmother and tried to assimilate into the earth kingdom. Your grandparents were terrified of the fire nation and therefore keeping the air nation traditions alive was not something they were focused on. So by the time you were born only your Uncle Pathik made an effort to keep the air nation traditions alive, even becoming a monk to devote himself to the cause. Your family was under the belief if they kept quiet the fire nation wouldn’t find them but of course they did. The fire nation arrested your family for the suspicion of practicing air bending, despite the fact none of you could actual airbend. The association enough was worth a life long imprisonment and so your family we’re shipped away to the deepest prison known. Your father managed to smuggle you out of the city but he wasn’t so lucky. You were devestated but after your escape headed to the only family you had left, your eccentric uncle’s home at the eastern air temple. You managed to avoid warrants for your arrest with shows of earth bending, a skill inhertited by your grandmother. Fire nation guards couldn’t comprehend someone being an air aceloyte and an earth bender and so the gift saved your life. You finally tracked down your uncle and decided that day to dedicate yourself to the air nation in spite of the fire nation. They’d taken your family but they wouldn’t take your culture. You asked your uncle to teach you all he knew and worked hard to become an air acolyte like your grandfather. It all seemed pointless, you and your uncle against the whole fire nation and then you heard the avatar was back. You made it your mission to find him and help him rebuild the air nation. You told your uncle your plan and he told you to go to Ba Sing Sei, always allusuive, he told you nothing more than you’d find what you needed there and so you set off. You expected to find the avatar quickly but had been there a whole year with no sign of him. You we’re giving up hope you’d ever find him and you’d be stuck working as a waitress in the lower ring forever when two new staff members changed that.  

Your POV

You showed up for your shift at the tea shop to find your boss had finally hired some more staff. You were thrilled and eyed the two newcomers with interest as your boss discussed the basic tasks with them while you ran the tea shop, eventually the tour brought them to you and you were introduced. "This is my main waitress" your boss said to the two men "y/n these are your two new coworkers". You nodded looking them over, the older man smiled at you but the younger one stared at the ground, or more accurately glared. He definitely did not seem pleased to be here. "Nice to meet you" you offered and the old man smiled and told you his name. You looked to the younger one expectantly and the man nudged him. "’I’m Lee" he replied flatly barely glancing at you. “Well welcome” you smiled and Mushi smiled at you but the boy, Lee, didn’t even look at you. “Now on with the tour” your boss cried and you watched Mushi talk to him while Lee sulked. Great your new co-worker was a pouty angry teenager. He’d be fun to work with.  

1 week later

Your prediction was true, you were an easy going person who could usually get along with anyone...expect this new boy. The boy was miserable and moody. He was inconsiderate and obviously didn’t work well in teams. His customer service poor and his tea making skills only just adequate. The fact he was so rude prompted you to mess with him, rude people were fair game as far as you were concerned and so you made sure not to help him. If the waiter couldn’t show common courtesy than neither would you. This resulted in a lot of shared glares and bickering between the two of you. You knew it went against your air nomad roots to pick on people but when the person was a moody rude immature man who never got your name right, surely the monks saw that as an exception right?

You arrived at the tea shop for your afternoon shift and saw Lee was leaving. That was nice. Things between you had gotten worse over the past week and shifts with him were almost unbareable. Being mean didn’t come naturally to you but something about this man made your blood boil. Lee noticed you come into the shop and held out an apron to you. Suprised you went to take it when he dropped it on the floor with a laugh. You rolled your eyes at him and snatched it up off the floor. Lee smirked and you glared. You watched him place his belongings on the counter as he prepared to leave, something you’d told him not to do many times as it wasn’t sanitary and got an idea. A glass of water was also on the counter and you smirked, because your manager was such a cheapskate the counter was made of earth. You flicked your hand and knocked the glass over onto Lee’s stuff. Lee cried out and groaned as it soaked his bag and coat. Lee looked around and caught you smiling. “You....” he started when Mushi appeared “y/n I need three jasmine teas”. You nodded “on it” and grinned at Lee’s angry glare that was glued to you as you walked past him.

Iroh’s POV

Iroh noticed Zuko pouting about something and paused as you left to go make the tea like he’d asked. Zuko was angrily shaking his jacket and Iroh frowned “Lee are you...”. “She! She is the worst! Did you see what she just did to me” Zuko cried holding his bag out to Iroh who frowned. The bag had a tiny wet stain. “Ow yes this is very serious...the sun might not even dry it before you reach home!” Iroh cried. Zuko rolled his eyes “y/n did this! Did you know she’s an earth bender?”. “No but we are in the greatest earth city in the world...it’s not suprising”. “She can’t treat me like that” Zuko carried on ignoring Iroh’s comment “she can’t get away with this, who does she think she is?”. “Hasn’t she told you numerous times not to put your stuff on the counter?”. “She...I don’t know! I don’t listen to her! She’s always telling me how to do stuff like i’m a...”. “New employee?” Iroh asked with a smile and Zuko scoffed. “This is ridiculous i’m sick of this” and he stormed from the tea shop. Iroh laughed and glanced to where you stood serving customers, you’d certainly gotten under his nephew’s skin and it was entertaining if nothing else.

Your POV

When the afternoon rush finally died down you got a chance to chat to Mushi. Thank god he was nothing like his nephew, there was a down side though. Despite not be liked him he loved talking about his nephew and seemed to constantly mention him to you, like today. “Y/n do you think you’d be able to work the late shift with me tomorrow night?" he asked "it was supposed to be Lee’s shift but he has a date". "Really?" you asked more than fairly suprised, "is it that girl who’s always in here?". Mushi nodded "yes!" and you laughed "i knew it! She asked for Lee to serve her even though his waiter skills are awful!". Mushi laughed "love is blind, she’s hopefully seen past his moody exterior to the man he is beneath” Mushi smiled at you but his hint went right over your head. "I can cover his shift" you agreed and Mushi grinned "Thank you y/n!". You told him it was fine and smirked, just the idea of Lee on a date was enough to make you laugh.

2 days later

You probably shouldn’t have offered to work that late shift for Mushi when you were opening in the morning too but you needed the money so you dragged yourself out of bed way earlier than you would’ve liked. The idea of teasing Lee about his date motivating you and when you saw him waiting outside the tea shop you smirked. "Morning" you called loudly making him jump. He swore and you smirked unlocking the door. "It’s your shift?” he complained “why are you always here?". "Because i work here idiot" you said going to roll your eyes before you calmed yourself, Lee wouldn’t ruin your good mood...or stop you teasing him about his night out. "So how was the date?" you asked smirking. Lee didn’t look at you, he didn’t even show he’d so much as heard you. It made him so much harder to annoy when he didn’t respond so you tried again. "Hey i covered for you I expect some payment" you informed him but he just shrugged "i didn’t ask you to cover for me". "Yeah but i was still the person who did so you could run around on a date" you said annoyed. The man always managed to do this, you’d start messing with him and come off angrier than him somehow. Lee only shrugged "not my problem" and you glared. Your good mood was slipping.

All day Lee’s attitude annoyed you more and more. He was in a worse mood than ever and it showed. He was rude to customers, he mixed up orders and refused to correct them, he spoke back to you when you were only trying to help him. So by the end of your shift you were ready to strangle him. When Mushi and another worker showed up to relieve you, a sigh of relief escaped without you even realising. You let all your anger go, prepared to move...and then you turned around and tripped over the rubbish bag you’d asked Lee to take out 3 times. From your crumpled position of the floor you spotted him already ready to leave and your anger flared back up. You marched to him and pressed the bag into him “here”. “Why would I want this?” he asked and you glared “it’s the rubbish you forgot to take out”. “I didn’t forget I just didn’t want to” he shrugged and you twitched. “Wow that’s a great attitude, take it outside now”. “No, you’re not my boss, you can’t tell me what to do”. He opened the back door and sauntered out and you followed him seeing red. You threw the bag at him hitting him on the shoulder and let out an angry groan. “What’s your problem?” you cried. “What’s your problem” Lee replied squaring up to you but you wouldn’t back down. “My problem is you’re an awful waiter and an intolerable human”. “Wow that hurts me so much” Lee said sarcastically and you balled your fists. “What is wrong with you?” you called “nobodies making you work here, if it’s so awful find another job! It’s not my fault you’re miserable all the time so stop acting like it is!" you yelled "you’re mad at the world? Well get in line! Nothing gets better by you acting like a jerk but if you hate it here so much leave!" and you slammed the door in his face.

Later that day

Your day hadn’t gotten much better as it went on but the end was finally in sight. You'd just finished your shift at a nearby restaurant you also worked at when you noticed two men fighting. You frowned but turned the other way. Sure it wasn’t the noble thing to do but you'd learnt to only seek trouble in certain situations and in back alleys at night was not one of those moments. The trouble apparently didn’t want to leave you alone however and you heard sounds telling you the fighting was following you. Suddenly one of them crashed past you, the other following with a sword. You glared and then gaped to see Lee was one of the men fighting. It didn't suprise you he’d be in a street fight but to be fair he seemed to be the one getting attacked. Shocked you watched, impressed by how skilled the two men were. Lee was obviously not a tea maker and according to the other guy he was actually a fire bender.

The man managed to disarm Lee and he smirked. "you’re defence less, you’ll have to firebend to stop me doing this" and swept his sword towards Lee. Lee closed his eyes unable to get out of his grip and just accepted the swing. You couldn't. Call it the airbender roots in you but you wouldn’t watch senseless violence and just do nothing, even for someone as annoying as Lee. "No" you shouted and sent a rock hurtling towards the man. You knocked him off Lee and stepped forwards "leave him alone". "Who’s this your body guard?" the boy asked and you raised an eyebrow "actually i’m a waitress". Lee stood beside you and you both faced the attacker when you heard yelling. Suddenly two Dai Li agents arrived and looked between you and Lee to the boy. "What’s going on here?" they asked and you turned to them. You’d gotten pretty good at maniuplating the authorities in your hidden life so knew how to play the Dai Li. “Officers thank god you’re here! This man attacked me and my friend for no reason, he was going to hurt him so i had to earth bend! I didn’t mean to hurt anyone I swear". "She’s right" a man who’d been watching called and the Dai Li fixed their eyes on the other boy. He tried to resist but they forced him into a cart and it disappeared down the road. "I’m sorry this happened to you" the agent told you and Lee "please go on and enjoy your night". You and Lee nodded and turned to walk away, when you were out of ear shot Lee spoke. "You didn’t have to help me" he started and you rolled your eyes sick of this and started to walk away. "No!" he said catching you up "i didn’t mean it like that, i just meant...after today i figured you hated me". "I don’t hate anyone" you replied "but you come pretty close sometimes". You thought his mouth almost curved into a smile and he nodded. "What were you doing out here?" he asked "and are you in a uniform". "I work at a restaurant near here" you explained. "You have two jobs?". "Three" you said embarassed "rent’s hard". Lee nodded his head down and you were pleased he didn’t give you sympathy. "I’m not you know" he said suddenly and you frowned “what?”. “A firebender...i’m not one" he clarified. "I wouldn’t care if you are" you shrugged and Lee frowned "really i assumed because of your..." and he trailed off. "Because of my what?" you asked turning to face him and Lee paled. He looked to your arm without meaning to and you knew he’d seen the scar that lay there. "i didn’t mean to, your sleeve was pushed up the other day..." he rushed to explain reading your expression "’i’m sorry for mentioning it". You touched your arm self consciously, the place where your burn crisscrossed it and frowned. A fire nation solider had give it you on your trip to the eastern air temple, he was annoyed your earth bending proved you couldn’t be the run away air acolyte and so he burned you as punishment.  "It’s okay" you said after a while "but no it doesn’t change things, i don’t blame all firebenders just because one burnt me". Lee looked shocked at that and you got a feeling he didn’t have that same view about the person who burnt him. "It doesn’t matter to me if you're a fire bender or the earth king himself, we’re all just human". Lee paused suprised to hear you say something so philosophical and nodded. "’I’m sorry, for earlier not this" he said softly "i have been...difficult". "Just difficult?" you asked and he shot you a glare. "Sorry...you were saying?". He sighed and glanced back at you "i’m working on my anger" he told you "i’ll try and be less of a jerk". "I’ll believe it when i see it" you replied but smirked to let him know you were joking.

You walked the rest of the way in silence and reached the tea house quickly. Mushi was cleaning up damage that must’ve been caused by the fight but dropped his broom when he saw Lee. “Z..Lee you’re okay” he cried rushing over “what happened?”. “It was fine, y/n helped me and Jet was arrested”. “You helped him?” Mushi asked smiling between you both and you and Lee rolled your eyes simultaneously. “It was nothing” you said quickly “i’d have done it for anyone”. You thought Lee’s eyes narrowed at that comment and so quickly added “but i’m glad you’re okay”. Lee looked at you suprised but nodded “thanks”. You nodded awkwardly and turned “so i’ll be going home, see you guys tomorrow”. “Bye y/n and thanks again” Mushi called after you.

Zuko and Iroh’s POV

As soon as you were gone Iroh smirked at Zuko “so...the two of you seem to have bonded”. “Don’t” Zuko replied pushing past him. Iroh’s smirk grew as he noticed the slight blush on his nephews cheek, he knew he’d sensed chemistry there. Thank god the two of you finally were realising it too.

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I made a new Zuko series! I always love how angsty and stroppy season 2 Zuko was so thought I’d write a series around that. Hope you like it!!!

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Part 5 - Basic Concepts of Miraculous Ladybug: Guardians

Helloooo! Did you think I was done? No!

My PhD thesis chapters were approved last week, so have some celebratory meta. I haven't seen the latest Season 4 episodes, so do forgive me for not being up to date.

Welcome to the next part of my analysis of the basic concepts of Miraculous Ladybug. Today we are talking about Master Fu, Order of the Guardians and how little everything here makes sense. I highly recommend reading previous parts to fully understand this one, but I'll try to quote most parts of earlier posts.

Order of the Guardians

Order is an international and ancient organisation (New York Special showed us the guardian from North America and he was dressed like Su Han). Presumably, Miraculous jewels were created by these people. Guardians are responsible for the preservation of jewels and knowledge about them. They also distribute Miraculouses to worthy people around the world to combat mostly magical threats, but sometimes jewels are used against normal threats too. It's implied that Master Fu used Miraculouses during WW2 when he was in Paris. Perhaps he performed some spywork with Marianne, but the magical nature of his interferences was discovered and he was forced to flee, before returning to France many decades later.

Why does the Order need so many people to take care of a 3 Miracle Boxes? If its only purpose is to preserve knowledge, keep magical secrets and distribute Miraculous jewels then wouldn't it be more logical to have Master-Apprentice system? It's much easier to keep magic knowledge a secret and train a few people in martial arts than doing the same in the self-sufficient temple full of people, keeping in mind that a good part of them are teenagers and children, who are bad at keeping secrets. Also a single person can travel around the world much easier to give out Miraculouses. Imagine that we have a few active guardians traveling the world with Boxes. What do other people at the temple do in the meantime? They teach the next generation about the powers of each Miraculous and Mirakung Fu, but besides that?

Master-Apprentice system gives us more personal conflict between Fu and his mentor and makes his relationship with Marinette and Adrien more nuanced. In this scenario Fu accidentally caused the death of his Master at 14 because he wasn't careful. It makes sense for him to take on only 1 or 2 students if this is how things were done with Miraculous Guardians. This Wang Fu is very cautious and protective, he spent the majority of his life afraid of hurting someone else and never took an apprentice as a result. But now he is ready to try again, since he is not getting any younger and he likes these 2 kids. He wants them to succeed. Maybe Master Fu, becomes the father figure for Adrien in this situation and a guide for Marinette. Just think about it. This way writers avoid the need to develop all these extra characters (Su Han) and traditions related to the Order. All inconsistencies I mentioned before and later in this post are gone now! Hell, even memory loss and the changing of the Miracle Box shape could make more sense. We also raise the stakes post-amnesia, if it happens of course (the whole Season 3 finale didn't make sense, so stay tuned for my next meta). Marinette and Adrien are on their own now, there's no one who can give them answers. It's very fun scenario, which has potential to be brilliant. Any thoughts on that?

The existence of Order of the Guardians is not quite a secret, at least it wasn't in XIX century China. Master Fu in "Feast" says that guardianship was considered "a great honor". It implies that people who lived close to the temple of the Order knew about Miraculouses and what exactly guardians did for the greater good.

The existence of other Miracle Boxes around the world makes sense from a real-life perspective. Writers have the ability to create many stories set in the same universe and use them for merchandise and an almost unlimited amount of content. Judging by the unholy amount of specials in production, this is exactly what the creators are going to do. It probably won't go down well, but who knows?

However, it doesn't work in our main story. The main conflict is Paris-centred. Gabriel's motivations revolve around Emilie's resurrection and Season 4 gives us more reasons to suspect that Adrien's mom wasn't as wonderful as everyone says. Hawkmoth still remains the main villain of the show and most likely it's going to stay that way. There's no point in moving the main story to different places for the sake of introducing more Miracle Boxes from around the world. Ladybug and Chat Noir aren't needed to fight something halfway across the world unless Hawkmoth also changes locations.

LB and CN are centrepieces of this franchise. They brought success and money to ZAG. Creators constantly need to remind the audience that this new piece of media with new characters who will never be mentioned again is connected to Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir. Writers have to come up with reasons to include our heroic duo into the story even if makes no sense.

New York Special had to introduce American Heroes whose names rarely come up in the fandom because people stopped caring about them or their stories shortly after the release of the Special. I barely saw any content dedicated to them. In order to bring LB and CN into the story, you have to include Hawkmoth too. Gabriel suddenly needs to get his hands on the Eagle Miraculous and goes to USA. Marinette and Adrien suddenly have a class trip to New York. Unfortunately, their presence in this story is required only to expand the world of Miraculous and attract fans of the show, so that they could keep an eye on new content related to newly introduced characters.

In the end, it's not their story. Events of the special don't affect main story of the show and the development of the love square is merely an illusion, because Adrien and Marinette are no closer than before. In season 4 LB and CN are growing apart and their test of trust in NY Special doesn't matter. Perhaps, some people don't see it that way and it's their right, but I find it hard to see NYS as a valid contribution to canon. I mean, even people in large portion of the fandom state in the tags on AO3 that "specials are not canon", "specials didn't happen" or "ignores both specials". It speaks volumes about continuity and preferences of your fandom.

Shanghai Special didn't give us more information about the Order, which is located in China, history of Miraculous jewels. We still don't know much about how Gabriel and Emilie found Peacock and Butterfly. Maybe, Marinette's family had connections to Miraculous jewels. Maybe, Adrien does some snooping and discovers research his parents made while Gabriel is away. All of these are relevant to the main story. However, we got something much different in the end.

Marinette chases Adrien across the globe and they make new friends. Fey becomes Ladydragon and now has a direct contact with Marinette through her uncle. Gabriel's desire to get his hands on the Prodigious comes out of nowhere. Apparently, he had been planning this trip for years, presumably even before Adrien was born. It probably happened at the same time as Agrestes found 2 Miraculouses. He bought bracelet-key (which is also a Miraculous apparently, but its Kwami is a Guardian of the Prodigious and they existed separately for a very long time - and let us not dwell on this mess) from some shady mafia boss, who can easily find out just who Gabriel really is (fashion designer billionaire) and use this information to blackmail him. This Special didn't answer important questions, but it gave us a new superhero character.

The real question is whether Miraculous as a project will survive long enough for writers to create content for every minor character they introduced in all specials. This is only a beginning after all.

Miraculous is not a global show and it can't be globalised in a way that makes sense, at least with Ladybug and Chat Noir in the centre of action. Case closed.

Mirakung Fu

I liked the idea of Mirakung Fu introduced in "Furious Fu". It makes sense and things rarely do in this show. Miraculous grants its holder superhuman strength, stamina, endurance and ability to fight. This means that essentially transformed heroes are guided by magic in combat. There's nothing personal in the way Miraculous holders fight. You can predict their moves and learn how to fight this magic guidance, which is what Su Han does.

However, if the holder has any special training, skills or knows any martial art in their civilian life then they become more dangerous opponents during transformation because now their fighting is a mix of magical moves and their personal knowledge, tricks and style. Therefore, Adrien and Kagami as skilful fencers have more chances of winning against someone who knows Mirakung Fu than Marinette, for example.

Memory loss

At the end of season 3, we find out several things:

apparently, now Miracle Box can change appearance to suit its guardian;

when Guardian passes down the Miracle Box to someone else, they lose memories not only about everything related to Miraculous, but also about pretty much everything in their life (Fu doesn't recognise Marianne, instead he experiences the love at first sight)

Master Fu trains Marinette to be the proper holder and next Guardian off-screen. He says that her training as the holder is complete in "Feast" and wants her to become the next Guardian. Fu told her lots of things, and yet, he never mentioned the fact that he would lose his memory after relinquishing the box, nor the fact that Marinette would lose her memory afterwards. She finds out about this from Wayzz after the battle with Miracle Queen and the letter that Master Fu gave her. That's not proper training! How on Earth do you forget to mention this memory loss? How?

Master Fu's amnesia is a convenient plot device that removes him from the narrative almost completely. That's mostly all there is to it. Why? Because it doesn't make sense.

Fu was around 7 or 8 when he started his training. The disaster at the temple happened when he was 14. He stated that his training was never complete, which means that he never passed any magical ritual, never swore an oath or was bound by some kind of spell that made him subjected to the rule of memory loss.

Miracle Boxes belonged to the order, not Fu. Their design reflected their country of origin because these Miraculous were made and kept in China. They were just standing there on the shelves not magically bound to anyone in particular. When Feast attacked, monks just tossed Wang Fu the miracle box and grimoire. No one at the temple lost their memory after Fu took the box with him (Su Han is the proof). Su Han not only remembers Fu and his mistake but everything that happened that fateful day as well. In "Furious Fu" Marinette explains Su Han that Master Fu lost his memory in the very first conversation they have. However, after Ladybug and Chat Noir fight Su Han on the roof and escape with the Miracle Box, the latter searches for Fu and attempts to take his staff from him. In this scene, Su Han acts like Fu knows very well what is going on and who he is.

Su Han should be aware of the memory loss rule as the Celestial Guardian. He remarks on the different shape of the Mother Miracle Box and calls her "incorrect", which means that Su Han should have been able to easily tell that previous Guardian lost his memory and the Miracle Box is now bound to someone else. But he doesn't say anything. Moreover, since Su Han is supposed to know about amnesia, he seemed awfully chill about forcing this 14-year-old girl in front of him to give up the box and her memories. Hell, Chat Noir wasn't on board with this. But we get zero reaction from Su Han.

During the first conversation between Marinette and Su Han, he doesn't ignore what she is trying to say, instead he actively comments on every word. Even if Su Han didn't listen when Marinette told him about Fu's memory loss, than he still should be able to understand that Fu doesn't recognise him, because of common sense and the "incorrect" shape of the box. But nothing of the sort happens. Because writers apparently forgot that "memory loss" is supposed to be known to everyone in the Order. On-screen it looks like Su Han is not aware of the "amnesia rule".

"Furious Fu" makes the concept of memory loss a plothole no matter how you look at it. Just like "Timetagger" and "Chat Blanc", as well as "Kwamibuster" this episode is not consistent within itself. It does not surprise me, however.

Grimoire and Guardian Staffs

Let's talk about the Miraculous Grimoire. Good things first.

There are no illustrations of Miraculouses in camouflage. Kwami can't read its contents, only guardians can. Certain elements are written in riddles as an additional precaution. The book contains only the information people have learned so far, which means that Miraculouses have more unexplored potential ("Mr. Pigeon 72"). It describes powers of each Miraculous, provides information about weapons, has instructions for potions that don't make sense (see previous parts).

Unfortunately, everything is about to go downhill from here.

Guardians are taught how to read the writing in this book. They can read it just like people learn to read texts in a different language. This means that one can read Grimoire like any other book (you don't need to consult some guide to decode each letter or word). Master Fu proclaimed Marinette an almost fully trained Guardian. He should have taught her how to read the Grimoire then (he doesn't know the code very well, but he knew enough to understand the general meaning and content of the book according to "Collector"). He didn't. We don't know why. He shows her powers of every Miraculous but doesn't teach her the code.

Master Fu knows that Grimoire now belongs to Gabriel Agreste. He knows that it's dangerous for someone else to have it. If they knew how to read the Grimoire, they could discover all secrets of Miraculouses and harm Ladybug, Chat Noir and other heroes. It's very important to keep the information about the code top secret because Fu is not the only one with the source material.

What does he do then? Master Fu proceeds to write a French translation of Grimoire for Marinette, a translation that he doesn't even need. He carries it with him at all times on a tablet (without any precautions) just like the Miracle box after "Feast". Naturally, it means that in "Miracle Queen", Gabriel and Nathalie easily managed to get their hands on the tablet and Miracle Box. It allows the plot to happen, sure. But it doesn't make any sense.

"Furious Fu" created another curious plot hole. It will probably be ignored, of course. Su Han has a staff with a magical compass that allows him to find any Miracle box, but not the Miraculous jewels for some reason. How does the staff work? Can it locate the box without the Miraculous? If yes, then it seems useless. What's the point in the ability to locate an empty box? If it can locate the box only with the Miraculous jewels inside, it implies that the staff can track the location of every Miraculous too. So, Su Han could just locate the Butterfly and Peacock without any problem. But he talks about reassigning Ladybug and Black Cat to adults and defeating Hawkmoth like locating the Butterfly is not possible. This situation makes the Guardian Staff a simple plot device that creates plot holes and its only purpose is to explain how Su Han found Marinette.

Also, I have a few more words to say about this. Master Fu had a Guardian Staff that was never mentioned before. I wonder why? That's because the staff didn't exist before "Furious Fu" was written. Writers just went: "Do you know what would be cool? If Fu's cane was really a secret Guardian Staff with a compass all along that he decided to keep even after he lost his memory? It would make people wonder whether Master Fu is faking amnesia, and everyone will definitely call him an awful mentor after this even though we kind of tried to make him a good and responsible person."

Fu didn't give it to Marinette and didn't mention it to her. Why? When he gave up his memory, he should have written about this in his letter at least. Why did he decide to keep it? He can't use it anyway now.

Please note how in the flashbacks Fu didn't take any staff with him when he escaped the temple. Su Han seemed to know how Fu's staff looked like. It means that Master Fu didn't make this staff himself, because it belonged to the Order.

Su Han wasn't even surprised that Marinette didn't have the staff as the current Guardian. Was she not supposed to have it? He never questioned the fact that the former Guardian without memories has the staff. Su Han actually returns this staff to Fu after he is deakumatized and Fu acts like they have never met before. Why did Su Han gave the staff back when he knows what it is and to whom it should belong (to him or to Marinette as the current Guardian)? The staff is useless in the hands of the civilian. Does Marianne know about its secret? We'll probably never find out, unfortunately.

Guardian Staff of Master Fu has a compass too and therefore this also makes it a plot device, just like Su Han's staff.

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Room 19 ll 02

ship: Harry Potter x female!Reader

read part one here

summary: they finally meet the mysterious wizards after getting to know each other better that same morning

author: your bestie Jane Jack, also known as JJ

word count: 1760 (it is a bit shorter this time)

a/n: i am so so so happy some of you liked the first part so i will continue with this story. i wasnt on call this time so no news from my bff, sorry, ill ask them for a cool quote for next time though!

“Thank you, darling. We’ll take the seats in the corner. Could you bring us two coffees and,” Potter turned to look at you and raised his eyebrows “one croissant?” You nodded shyly.

“That would be 13£, but I’ll only charge you 10, the croissant is on me,” the woman taking your order smiled. “Since you have such a pretty girlfriend” she winked.

Your cheeks flushed red as Potter pulled your waist impossibly closer to him. “I know, right?” he chuckles.

The walk to the cafe was silent, but it felt different than the trip you two had the other day. There was no need to talk. In fact, you felt as though the moment you would open your mouth you would say something stupid about what happened last night, like apologizing for taking up so much space or doing something so unprofessional. But you did not want to apologize, because you had never felt less sorry for something. There was this weird energy between the two of you. You craved the feeling of being close to him again.

The table Potter chose was very strategic. The predictable head of the group of wizards and witches who called themselves the Forsakens would choose the grandiose table in the middle of the cafe. So the corner was a shadowed place where you would not have been recognized while you could very easily observe the others.

Still, benefits are tied to come with cons and so you were forced to cuddle into each other once again on a small leather couch. His hand did not leave your waist even as you sat down. It was hard not to notice such details, like how he could not keep eye contact for long when you spoke, how your hands brushed together when you both leaned over the table to take a sip of your hot coffee. You blamed it all on the weird situation you were in. In any other circumstances, he would not have been behaving like this, for sure.

“Hey, Potter. Could I ask you something?”

“You know you don’t have to call me Potter, right?” he smiled.

“We are work colleagues,” you said, but you wished you didn’t. Because you knew very well that saying things out loud only makes them more real.

“Yeah, but I don’t call you y/ln. I never heard you say you don’t like it when I call you y/n.” You did like it, it made you feel welcomed whenever talking to him, which until this morning was very rare. But you were not going to tell him that and feed his ego even more.

“It’s acceptable, but mind you, you are on thin ice,” you pointed a finger at him and his hand shifted softly on your waist as he laughed.

“It would be acceptable for you to call me Harry too, you know? I mean, we are supposed to be dating after all. For the mission.”

“For the mission” you agreed

“So you will call me Harry?”

“I will,” you promised. The gesture of reassurance alone made his head float.

While waiting for the Forsakens to appear you found out a lot about Harry. Many things surprised you. The papers always lie to make everything more attractive to their readers, but they also leave out the small details. Like how Harry still has panic attacks, even long after the war. How he always has nightmares about all the people he cared about.

“I feel sorry knowing this now,” you tried to empathize but it wasn’t going that well. You had never been part of war before.

“You don’t have to be. Not today, at least. I had quite a pleasant dream last night.”

“Oh, did you? And what was it about then?”

"Someone hugged me. I think it was a woman; I’m not sure. I didn’t get to see her face.”

“Is that all you remember?” you persisted. It broke your heart to know that this was his idea of a good dream: nothing extraordinary, but the most mundane form of comfort.

“Yeah, that’s all. What I know is that she was there in the beginning. It felt like she always had been” his eyes were distant as he talked. “She left me, and I was once again alone.”

And it was then that it all made sense to you. He was nice to you now because there were no nightmares to haunt him through the day.

You turned to face him and got really close to his face. “I’m so sorry. For being so shitty with you the other day,” you whispered. “It was just the stress from work.”

“I know.” he smiled. “It’s alright. I let myself get carried away too. We need to cooperate for the mission.”

“So does that mean that our little argument and Ben Nelson stepping in will not be included in the letter to the Minister for Magic?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Oh I totally am not telling Hermione any of that.” he laughed. “No, that will stay between us.”

It was around 11 am that you spotted some oddly dressed people enter the already busy cafe. In the lead was a tall woman who wore black heels and a long red satin dress with robes of a darker shade draped over her shoulders. Her face was covered by a long curtain of dark curly hair.

Just behind her were two other women, both slightly shorter. Those were dressed in the same way the first one was; the colors were the only thing that varied: their fair skin was adored by greens and purples.

The two men following them were both dressed in black suits that would not make them attract much attention if it weren’t for their companions.

The dark-skinned woman who was so obviously the one making decisions pointed to the big table in the middle of the cafe and her followers seated themselves. No words were spoken as she left them and entered a door the waitress once had.

“These must be them. They fit the description perfectly,” you mumbled and Harry nodded beside you.

“The head’s name is Anika. She has connections to the waitress as her mom’s sister. Anika is muggle-born. She never told her aunt that she’s a witch but she and her gang are allowed to gather here sometimes.” Harry said in a monotone voice. What a good professor he would have been.

“I read the instructions, Harry” you rolled your eyes at him. He smiled when he heard his name come from your lips.

“‘M just making sure, y/n.”

Anika returned quite quickly and she sat down on the side with the men, facing the other women. She took out a leather notebook from her robes and put it in the middle of the table.

“Does anyone know why it’s still here?” you could faintly hear her cold voice. Everyone else around her shook their heads.

“Heajin and I did our part.” the woman dressed in purple said defensively.

“So did Aaron and I,” one of the men on Anika’s right said more calmly, almost like he was trying to prove a point.

“I don’t care about what any of you did,” she looked them one by one in the eye. “I don’t want to hear you brag about how hard the task was for you, Aaron and Heajin. You two have always found everything challenging. I would normally be more forgiving, congratulate you even. But I can’t as long as this piece of absolute rubbish hasn’t dissolved.” Anika pointed to the notebook. “Understood?” she hit the table with her palm. The others did not flinch.

All of them nodded angrily, got up, and left the cafe in a rush. But it seemed as though their boss was not done talking yet. She scoffed, annoyed at the others’ behaviors, and vanished through the door after them.

Whatever you were expecting to happen today, was not this. The short discussion you had just overheard from your corner only brought more confusion. You had expected them to be a group of foolish wizards who want to rebel. But you had never expected them to be talking about real tasks. Rethinking everything now, you came to the conclusion that the situation was serious if Hermione Granger-Weasley sent her best two Aurors (and those had been her words) on a mission personally. She considered Ron one of the best too of course, but she would never risk his life if she could help.

It would make no sense for you to follow them. They would be back here the next day. Harry took out his wallet and put 15 pounds next to his cup on the table. He intertwined your fingers with his and got up as well. “Let’s go, love,” he said loudly enough, announcing that you were leaving now too.

Harry didn’t bother to look back at the cafe but you turned your head last second to see if anyone had a weird reaction to what had just happened. And you saw it sitting there. The small leather notebook was left in the middle of the table. No one seemed to take notice of the piece of rubbish being left behind. You squeezed Harry’s hand and he stopped just as he wanted to open the door and leave. You dragged him over to the table to make it less obvious.

“Look, babe, I told you there was a stain on the tablecloth on this one,” you said sweeping your hand over it and clenched your hand around the notebook. “It’s better that we sat over there.” Harry squeezed the hand that was still in his. He got your message.

You were panting hard as you threw the hotel door open. It was quite the work-out you got from running back here. Harry was behind you, locking it right back shut. You ran to the window and pushed it hard. Your whistle could be heard for miles probably. There was no time left to worry over your owl’s whereabouts as she was there in less than a minute.

She landed on your shoulder and bit your ear softly. “Good girl, Idiv.” you petted her grey head.

“y/n.” he shouted your name. “y/n, come here please!”

“What?” you turned around.

“We need to let Hermione know everything. As soon as possible. Get a quill ready.” he rushed you.

“Shouldn’t we read the notebook first?”

“Oh sure we will but we better start writing already and send Idiv on her way to the Ministry.”

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[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

pairing: loki x godess!reader word count: 1.995 plot: you can stop the time, but you can’t make your memories disappear. unspoken love. 

you and loki were old friends to each other. caring flowers or braiding it into a crown for the two of you in the asgardian gardens, trying to fly across the fields in the mountains, loki grabbing your hand while rolling in the smooth grass –or catching the other in the big hall of the palace, your steps echoing in the silence. best friends, as the two of you said –you chose him always over thor and his friends, squatting down beside him as he studied a snake, just to change into one after. 

he never hurt you. not even when he wanted to, when he was annoyed and felt teased because of the guys you used to talk with. when loki transformed into a snake, he sneaked up onto your neck or collarbone, like a shining necklace or chiffon, even giving protection to your incidentally imposed skins in front of the nation of asgard. when you were sad or upset, he changed into another's body to mock them, just to make you smile. hell, he even wanted to transform into you, to make all those guys walk away, or reject them by yourself –but he never wanted bad to you, ever.

after all those years, you were involved into the avengers’ group, fighting on their site, while visiting asgard all the time you can –when he was there, those days were the best days of your life, giving sore and heart-aching memories when you found the throne room or his department empty. you had the power of time, power above controlling it, slow it, fasten it, stop it –just with the snap of your fingers. loki helped you to boss these abilities, and thanks to him, you were now a powerful, strong goddess, who even had the power to dominate above other’s lives and destiny. if he ever got to know about what you were doing now… wherever he was, you prayed so much to him just to see why you were fighting for, how well can you defend the object of your faith. you knew that he would be proud of you, holding your shoulders to look down at you with an adoring smile –he only provoked himself in front of you, to see his kind, worshipful side–, to say something only he knows, and only wants to share with you, and nobody else. 

but when thanos came, everything went wrong. too wrong. you didn’t have the chance to find him and thor, even bruce, and you weren't able to go back to asgard, thanks to hela –you just go to wait, until your best friend’s brother doesn't come back to midgard. and what you heard about loki... that broke your heart, too much. the sorrow, the mourning were way too strong in your heart to anything else, he can’t die, you chanted to yourself in your brain endlessly, he didn’t die, he didn’t die, he didn’t die, he didn’t– he was so powerful, he was so malicious, yet funny and caring towards you, hel, he was the god of mischief, he wasn’t even able to end a fight with a beat! but you had to get up for him, to fight for him, to fight for all the things you were desperate to protect, to prove for everybody that he taught you well, he was the only one who trusted you, the only one who believed in you. you can’t let him down, not now. not in the biggest, most painful hour of the necessity. 

you went with steve, tony, bruce and scott, back into 2012. it was so galling, so odd without loki –and maybe because you weren't here, you were busy with the protection of vanaheim, but you helped him to escape somehow –you were there to him, for him. but now, seeing the ruined, scrambled city, the destroyed, high towers that were just as high as one of the masts of asgard’s majestic palace, you knew he messed up a little bit. yet, he was born for this, so who’s gonna consume this, if not him? by the lack of time, you got to go with tony, but in another way: overtaking hulk, you got to make sure that nothing goes wrong, you hurried down as fast as you can, noticing from the slight gap of the door the 2012-ish loki and thor. your heart throbbed when you saw him; did you forget how handsome is he? although, his mouth was covered –bringing up the memories when you helped him to get free–, but he was just your same old friend. a sudden idea flew into your mind; should you warn him? should you say to him, that he’s gonna be in danger, and he’s gonna– he’s gonna get your heart broken? your middle finger and thumb unwittingly sneaked beside each other, you wanted to give him advice so badly. 

slipping from the door, you thanked yourself because in the next moment, hulk broke the stairway’s entry in half, bringing some attention to himself, and most importantly, tearing the tesseract from tony. what the hel, you thought, immediately moving, hearing the clink of the parting case’s locks –the bright blue light broke the sunlight. following with your eyes, the stone landed slowly, clashing into somebody’s foot –loki’s foot. 

you had to think fast, should it be responsible, stopping the time and using it only for your good? you never used it for just for yourself, the cause always held intercourse with something else than only your goals. but… what if this is the last you can see him? does it really earn to just talk to him and– seeing him grabbing the stone, you knew already. yes, it’s worth it. it’s always worth it, even when you think you’re not; how can he not earn that level of the importance? do it, y/n. 

snap!

everything went blurry around the two of you –all the staff, all tony and hulk, all the employees, all the sunny hall. silence coated the void, you know you needed to say something, anything before he disappears again. 

“loki?” 

he stood with his back against you, concentrating on the tesseract, wanting to escape as fast as he can –his shoulders now tensed, thinking someone’s playing a trick on him. then, he turned around, couldn't say a word, just stared at you –how… how can you be here, when you were supposed to be in vanaheim? you hurried there, standing in front of him, slowly taking off the thing that kept his mouth shut. “are you okay, my best friend?” you reassure him that you remember, after all those times, all the decades and centuries, you’re still his best friend –or even more, but it’s not necessary now. he dropped the stone between the two of you, holding your hair and your shoulder as he always used to do. 

“y/n, my dearest… what are you doing here?” he asked, and you hated the fact of his tied hands, even if the chain was longer. “are you warning me? you supposed to be… far away, what are you looking for?” 

everytime when he’s with you, his walls fall down –no, he lets down his own walls. speaking softer, holding you like a pearl from the deepness of the oceans or the precious stars from the sky. your eyes get irritated by the want to keep up your straight, yet lovely face –he asks so innocently from you, not like his brother, not like his father; loki wants reassurance from you. you can’t resist the giving, don’t you? 

“i’m, i’m… here, for– looking out for you. perhaps, or surely now, vanaheim is alright, and–” you babble, hoping that he’s believing in you, even if he knows your obvious lies that slips out from your mouth. “sweetness, why didn’t you tell me? we could travel all around the nine realms, just you and me, like the old friends we used to be.” you swallowing a little bit, his promising eyes are so fallible, so fragile. that’s what you want –being with him ‘till the end of time, end of everything. 

“don’t say this. we’re still best friends. friends forever, even if something happens to one of us–” your eyes widen a little bit. you almost told him, hel! loki strokes your hair, his other hand slips from your shoulder to the connecting of your shoulder and neck, maybe closer to your neck; his hands are so big and tender, caring you the best way possible. all. the. time. his brows furrow, still smiling, not like he knows you don’t tell him something, but like he enjoys your presence. holding into his arms slightly, your fingers graze the silky, green matter under his armour. 

“you're not the pretty girl i know at all, are you?” 

your breath hitches; how can you say all those things that led you to this? your time is not enough, and his question… what? you were whole with him, from toe to top, how can you be the same without him? 

“i mean, you’re still pretty, the prettiest girl i ever met, just–” 

“i don’t know, loki… i don’t know who i am. it’s just… strange, i don’t know how to explain.” you whisper, smiling sadly, telling him the truth is one of the best feelings in your world. 

“then you don’t have to. don’t hurt yourself, sweetness.” he stroked your cheek, trying to help you relax. 

“i just… i–” you can’t say that to him. too dangerous, possibly can mess up the whole timeline, and you… you’re not here for him, no matter how much you want; you’re there to save the earth, so many’s life. “please… stay safe, okay? don’t do anything crazy, promise to me, please.” you pleaded, either if you knew that he’s never gonna change. that’s his nature, his design –and that’s why you want him so much. loki smiles worryingly, a little bit somber, but he nods. 

“as you want, princess.” and with that, you let one tear slip away, tilting your forehead to his chin, trying to stay the strongest, trying not to escape with him, the need of being in his near, being with him is too big to handle, even for a minute long. maybe you didn’t need to go down to earth, to protect vanaheim, to do everything so far away from him –your heart stinged on the broken promises that lie now just as shattered pieces. 

you’re not ready to let go of him. you never gonna be ready enough, and that’s okay. 

because you love him, more than everyone, more than anyone anytime, ever in your life. 

just stay alive, best friend. stay alive, my love, the only light spot in my haunted, dark hole of life.

thinking about what you should say, so many unspoken words, so much unspoken confessions. so speechless three-word-sentences. 

“thank you.”

you don’t wait another second, stepping away from him, losing his heavenly touch, snapping again. everything goes sharp and full of life, one of the guards pushing you out from the way as they hurry to get to tony and hulk; loki picks up the stone again, but before holding it fully, he looks at you. you don’t want to read his eyes, don’t want to explain anything into his stare –does he try to get you to go with him, only with his look? instead of moving towards him, you only nod, gawping a silent “i love you”, hoping he gets it.

and he gets. 

because in the next moment –you can’t hear because of the arguing of the men in the back, or just by the reason of the thumping blood in your ears– loki recites it. when he disappears in the haze of the grey and blue shadows, a drear, dry smile hustle onto your face. it’s totally nonsense that you hear it, or not, 

                    either way, 

                    you’re always gonna be his. 

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Devil (From Cuphead Show) Is Such A Himbo And There Should Be A Himbo Contest

 okay we know about that sexyman contest that happen before, and Sans having won.

if there was a Himbo Contest, I think Papyrus from Undertale, Spamton from Deltarune, Caboose and Tucker from Red Vs Blue, Frederick from Fire Emblem Awakening, Bowser Koopa from Mario Series, Demiurge from Overlord, Ozzie & Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss (they would be a package deal and be more of a co-himbos if they won.), Monty Python from the Arackniss Audio Drama Series by Axelgear, Sir Pentious from Hazbin Hotel, and lastly Devil from the Cuphead Show, would be a part of such a contest.

I mean I can’t be the only one who has notice that Devil from the Cuphead Show, sometimes has his himbo moments and ends up acting like a cute idiot.

of course Ozzie and Fizzy are both Himbos for different reasons, they can’t hide the love they have for each other from the Helluva Boss Fans.

Papyrus is a mix of being a cinnamon roll and himbo, and even if he ends up winning the himbo contest, he would likely win a cinnamon roll contest or come in second to the one who does win the cinnamon roll contest.

Demiurge from Overlord, he gives me reasons to make me view him as a himbo.....I wonder if he takes after his “Dad” Ulbert Alain Odle, like maybe in theory, Ulbert was a himbo...?

oh yeah, someone else could be in a Himbo Contest, and that would be Glamrock Freddy, he could end up winning. O_O

 maybe if there was a Himbo Contest, it should be called The Himbo King Contest, or Himbo Emperor Contest.

if Devil from the Cuphead series both from the game and show was real in real life, and he tried to make a deal for my Soul, I guess I would slap his hand and spray him with a bottle of water and tell him “No.”

the weirdest thought I had besides that one, is placing the South Park’s version of Satan in a timeout box, and the box would have to be very big in order for him to fit in it.

and well both him and the South Park’s version of Jesus...

I can’t help but question a certain info that those who follow Jesus, will be trapped inside their own bodies after they die, I will have to try to look up the info again and try to read more about it.

but if that info is true, and some percent of humans end up trapped in their bodies that have passed on and their souls are put into some kind of hibernation like stasis and end up in I guess a endless dream...

wouldn’t that mean that they are being kept hostage in their bodies that have already passed, not able to fully move on to the afterlife or reincarnate...?

 plus the whole money being the root of all evil, might be slightly incorrect.

because before gold, silver, copper and paper money were money, they were once part of the earth, and it could be possible that the darkest and corrupted greed could be one of the roots of all evil, but not 100% the money itself.

 I’m a Defective Earth Angel that works slightly differently than other Earth Angels, and I’m a little weird...

and I have come up with the word “Eon-Boomer” which is what Princess Charlie Morningstar’s Dad (from Hazbin Hotel) is....and Devil from the Cuphead Game and Show, is possibly both a Eon-Boomer and a Himbo.

  another thing that might be a weird thought, that the hybrid earth angels of this modern era would kind of be like those baby dragons from how to train your dragon, and if the earth angels are still baby souls of course they will be the type that wont really listen to anyone, Angel or Fallen Angel, and that would be kind of cute and funny.

it can be possible that a baby soul might remember trauma that they experience before being reborn on earth to a human family.

like if certain angels caused the other angel that was holding the baby angel, to be thrown over the edge and that memory could stick to their memory core of their soul and they might not remember it right away or the memory could be passed down as a copy to their own fragment that would be born from them in a distant future and they might believe that memory is theirs but really it came from the earth angel soul they had fragmented from.

anyway I want to get back to talking about how Devil from the Cuphead Show is a Himbo, so I will just say that it is possible that the soul can end up with some form of trauma and the memories will be in the soul, either bits and pieces but there are some memories from pasts lives that is best not to remember, even ones that don’t really belong to you, and might belong to one of your Soul-Parents that you fragmented from.

anyway back to the himbo topic, how Devil acts at times in both Season 1 and 2 of Cuphead Show, would make myself and possibly a few others, view him as a himbo and a bit of a cute idiot.

not sure if King Dice knows that his boyfriend/boss is a Himbo or not...

well give him time, he will figure out eventually...

is it weird to view those two as kind of a married couple in Cuphead Show, but they are going through some problems that is placing them both in a rocky relationship...?

like Devil could grow attached to Mugman and telling King Dice not to come near him or his son again, and King Dice has to tell him that Mugman isn’t his son....

which ends up having Devil saying to King Dice “Not To Come Near Your Son.”

making Devil call King Dice the Father of Mugman....and showing Devil’s himbo side....

when Season 3 does come, maybe we will get more old married couple moments with Devil and King Dice and even show more himbo moments with Devil.

also you know how Asmodeus from Helluva Boss, has the nickname “Ozzie”...

well is it weird that I kind of want to call Mammon from Helluva Boss, by the nickname “Mona”....like don’t care if it is technically a girl’s name and I have yet to find info of it being a gender neutral name.

and there is a reason why that weird thought came to my mind, like wanting to call Mammon from Helluva Boss, by the nickname Mona.

 I know it had to do with something I had read and it having to do with Mammon and one of the alternate versions of his name...

I wonder if Mammon and Buckzo use to date...?

like picture Buckzo holding a boom-box outside and Mammon comes to his balcony and sees him holding the boom-box, and the song playing is “Money Honey” by Lady Gaga.

then again, that would possibly be Mammo-Boy’s theme song...

 if Buckzo and Mammon did date, it would possibly sometime after Blitz, Fizz and Barbie moved out and started to live on their own...well not really 100% sure about Barbie, and it could be possible she is in rehab.

the song “10 Things I Hate About You” by Leah Kate, kind of makes me think of Asmodeus/Ozzie, it just seems to fit him, and well maybe other Ficto-Versions of Asmodeus...

I like the song and I guess it could fit both Ozzie and Fizzy...

I’m weird and those weird thoughts and feelings are gonna happen.                   

and if Buckzo and Mammon did date for a while, I guess Mammon could of got a restraining order on Buckzo.

if Devil from Cuphead series were to meet Ozzie from Helluva Boss, I think he might have a Squidward moment and scream in his thoughts about Ozzie.

like the words being “Oh, No. He’s Hot!” which has become like a favorite of fans to use in different fan arts of different series.

I guess Ozzie is a bit attractive, he seems like really fluffy, and might be super cuddly, but if he so much as tries to touch me in a certain way, I will have to slap him, I mean if he was real, but like he is a ficto-version of the ones from the stories about him....and I guess my possibly having a small crush on Ozzie from Helluva Boss, wouldn’t really be from lust.

plus it can be possible for some fans to get a crush on both Ozzie and Fizzy, but view them as their OTP ship and want those two to be together.

plus there can be different levels of crushes on ficto-characters from different series, some being small crushes and some being big crushes.

like one of my crushes being Garrus Vakarian from Mass Effect.

I can be Aroaceflux and still have some form of interest in romance and even get crushes, but like I don’t really want to try to date any real human being at this moment in time, I had bad luck with that before, even if it was only online and never really real life, and well if I did go to a dance before, with a guy, it was not really romantic and was more platonic.

I mean Peridot from Steven Universe, she is Aroace and she ships two of her favorite characters together from Camp Pining Hearts.

it be funny if Peridot gets Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, hooked on that show.

in a Multiverse Crossover, that could happen in the Fanon.

 Vox would be the next one to end up watching Camp Pining Hearts,

like picture Vox and Alastor fighting but then stop when they look at the time and start running to the nearest TV and watching Camp Pining Hearts, the classic version.

that is a weird thought, but I love that thought of those two fighting one moment but then stop to watch Camp Pining Hearts.

and if Husk and Angel are in the same room with Padparascha,

Padparascha being her adorable precious cinnamon roll self, might let out a secret of one of the two.

like her saying “I Predict That Husk Will Think Angel Looks Pretty Today”

and since the thought already happen, Husk could be embarrassed and Angel could be really happy that Husk thinks he looks pretty today.                              

anyway even if it is just wishful thinking, I hope there will be a type of himbo contest someday, and Devil from the Cuphead Show will become a part of it.

because well the moment he acted the way he did in some of the episodes he was in so far, I couldn’t help but view him as a himbo and a bit of a cute idiot.

he can’t hide the flame of the himbo inside himself, he is 100% a himbo.

also the reason why I view Tucker from Red Vs Blue as a himbo, is because of the cute idiot moment he had some seasons back when he thought he went back in time and thought Donut was Sarge.

when he isn’t being a perv, he can be a cute idiot and a bit of a himbo.

also I want to play it safe, so I put the “not for kids” and “mature audiences only” tags for this post...

see ya later, stay safe everyone and hope some don’t mind my weird view of Devil from Cuphead Show being a Himbo and a Cute Idiot.                           

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Love Where You Are

Bucky x Black Female OC.

Bucky's got to learn that sometimes people don't want more out of you than you already have. Not perfection, but what's there right now.

Fluff. Just lots of Fluff. Does take place right after The Falcon and the Winter Solider.

Masterlist (multifandom)

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“And if you are alone, that is the quietest most personal hell. And James, that is very hard to escape.”

It rings his ears, long after he leaves the office, long after he returns the notebook, long after the sun has set but sitting here, at the pier feels right. The boats rock gently with the waves and the metal anchors tap against the metal husks. It reminds him of New Orleans, of hearing the giggles and fake punches being thrown. The community that always banded together no matter what.

Bucky did really think he was alone. Just a guy, with a friend of a friend. Well, maybe he wasn’t really a guy anymore. Not in the sense that guys were young, making mistakes--that was a guy. Or at least the way he saw it back before. Back when Steve was still the kid stuffing his shoes with newspaper, and lying on enlistment forms. Back when Bucky was playing the courts for the both of them and nights out were spent drinking just as much as they were spent getting into tussles to save Steve’s ass.

A more fair assessment would be that Bucky was maybe a guy. He had made his mistakes while trying to fix them. But he sure as hell wasn’t getting younger. But he was a guy that’s definitely trying to move on. Trying to figure out what it means to be a guy now at this moment--even though the nightmares still linger.

Sam would probably tell Bucky that the nightmares are common. He’d maybe even say it’s a good thing. They show Bucky he’s still human. And maybe that’s what Bucky’s still struggling with--how to be human more than anything else. What does it mean to have friends again? What does it mean to get a chance of life that he gets some control in? No more fighting other people’s wars. Well, for right now at least.

“A fish out of water, I see.”

Bucky turns to the voice. “Who sent you this time?”

Patricia smiles before sitting next to Bucky. “You’re forgetting I’m the one who showed you this place. So the real question is why are you jocking my happy place?”

Bucky laughs. “I am not stealing your happy place, I swear.”

“Yeah, sure could’ve fooled me.”

“It is a pretty nice place to come to, just let go of everything,” Bucky whispers, staring back out at the horizon. The sun’s just starting to duck behind the horizon casting just enough of an orange glow onto the water. Patricia hums, turning her attention back to the water in front of them as well. And for a moment, it’s silent between them. Minus the slight buzz of the water beneath them of course and the traffic on the pier.

Bucky glances over his shoulder to Patricia. The moles are all still there, scattered across her face. She still looks the same, like she did when they met in Wakanda. Patricia’s not Wakandian at all. However, when Shuri started to oversee the Science center back in Oakland, she reached out to see if she could find some people locally to help her run it. Patricia happened to be one the very few people to make the list. And occasionally, she came to Wakanda to have meetings with Shuri when Shuri couldn’t leave, or didn’t want to. Though her visits were brief, Patricia never seemed to be shocked by Bucky’s presence, and a couple of times when he happened to be in the area of the castle, went out of her way to talk to him. And in those moments, though Bucky never had much to say then, Patricia would tell him about what was happening in the world, or share personal stories.

He’s not sure what made her trust him and he’s not sure why he trusted her either. Maybe it’s because at the time, she didn’t seem bothered by him. It’s like she just saw a man, some body, and not a machine. Bucky hadn’t told her, not initially who he was, or what he had done not initially. But then Patricia asked why he was in Wakana too. That question made him freeze, unsure of how to answer. And rather than answering it directly, he dodged around it and gave what he thought was a vague response. And in the sunset there, Patricia didn’t seem bothered by the answer. Instead she pushed forward, steering the conversation to something else.

“Shouldn’t you be on the other side of the country?” Bucky asks, suddenly realizing that he’s not even close to the West Coast.

“Vacation. Boss mandated vacation, but vacation nonetheless.”

“Visiting home then?”

“Yeah. Checking in on my mom and dad. They’re going on a cruise in a couple of days for their anniversary. And I try to see them before their yearly vacation too. The last I heard you were rag tagging it with Sam though. And I definitely didn’t think you’d say in New York, not after what happened.”

“You--how long have you been in town?”

“Long enough to hear and see that the life of being a superhero is never easy.”

Bucky never considered himself a superhero. Not after what he’s done. “Oh, no, I’m not. Just--” What was he doing? Trying to recklessly hold onto a person, to an idea of who he was in someone else’s perspective?

“Just Bucky?” Patricia suggests. Gently, she reaches out to take his left hand.

Bucky tenses for a second and then has to make sure to relax so he doesn’t hurt her. He goes to speak and the air leaves him for just a moment when she threads his fingers through his. With a deep breath he finds the sentence again, “You make that sound so complete. Because I-I don’t even know who Bucky is even more.”

“I think you have more of a clue than you let on.”

“Perhaps subconsciously, there is more than I know consciously.” Bucky almost wants to flex his fingers, try to figure out the right way to carry her hand and how much pressure to give. He glances down, the black metal of his arm accented with gold pairs nicely with the deep red brown of her skin. But it still feels foreign, like the first time he wore a shirt again with his new arm and he was worried the threads would get snagged in the divots.

“How long are you in town for?” Patricia asks.

“Oh, I live here in Brooklyn.”

“You never told me you were from Brooklyn.”

“Born and raised. I just recently moved back here. In Wakanda, when you told me about the pier, how you liked coming just to clear your head, I liked to hear how you saw it. Besides, it had been quite a few years since I had been back to see it. So, it was nice.”

“I mean it hadn’t changed all that much in a few years,” Patricia comments off handedly.

“Well, maybe it was, uh, a little bit more than just a few years.”

“Like several decades more.”

“Who told you?”

“I may just be the assistant director at the center, but I am let in on a lot of secrets that have a very real chance to impact us. Someone might think we have access to certain materials,” she taps his metal arm with the phrase, “or if we have information that may help them and we have to be prepared for that.”

“So that means you know about everything.”

“Only need to know. And your unique relation was classified as a need to know for me.”

With a sigh, Bucky shakes his head. “That makes this incredibly easier and ten time more awkward.”

“If it helps at all, James, clearly I haven’t run for the hills.”

“Please, call me Bucky. The only time I’m used to hearing James is when I’m in trouble or from my therapist when she was fed up with me. And as much as my mother would absolutely like to have a talk with me from the great beyond, I think I’m going to hold out on having to hear that lecture for as long as I can.”

“I don’t think she has that long of a lecture.”

It’s with a slight lump in his throat that Bucky realizes he hadn’t thought about his mother is so long. What would she think of him? What would she think of what he had done? He blinks back the tears and clears his throat. But the tears come back, the lump reforms. “Oh, God, I-my mom,” he whispers. She’d been gone for a while; that fact wasn’t new. But what was fact was that he didn’t want to disappoint her. Even though she was gone, it didn’t mean that Bucky was trying to make it hard for her to watch over him.

Patricia takes the hand holding his hand and gingerly rubs across his shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright.”

It takes a moment and a pinch at the bridge of his nose between his eyes to keep the water works at a minimum. “Thanks. I’m okay.”

“I think this calls for ice cream. My treat. What do you think?”

“Oh-I don’t know.”

“C’mon. It’s a couple scopes. It’ll make you feel better.” Patricia stands, holding out her hand, fingers motioning for him to stand.

It’s here, in the in between, between standing and sitting, between giving into the ice cream and standing firm on his denial that he wonders, why would someone like Patricia be nice to him. As far as he knew, she didn’t know about war, or constantly fighting or always looking over your shoulder. And maybe that wasn’t fair. Maybe she knew more about it than Bucky was giving her credit for as a Black woman in America. Much like he hadn’t known the similar things about Sam and the shield. But why would she want to give someone like him a chance? Shouldn’t she be more afraid?

“What’s this all about?” Bucky asks, standing but not taking her hand.

“Ice cream to help soothe mental wounds.”

They stand face to face. He towers over her by a few inches. But it’s enough where she looks up at him ever so slightly. “No, if you know about me, why do any of this? Even back at Wakanda.”

There’s a pause from Patricia. She turns on her heel and he follows. Though he’s not sure he should be. They get a couple steps from the bench before Patricia exhales heavily. Perhaps, it was not the smartest move to admit this clearly after an emotional moment. But her nerve would leave her as it always did if she didn’t strike now. “On the one hand, Bucky, it’s this little thing called flirting.”

“Flirt-flirting?”

The wide eyes and dropped jaw make her laugh. “Yeah, flirting.”

“I am a little over a century old. But that-that is not flirting.”

“I am not great at it, but I was attempting,” Patricia returns, with a bit of annoyance creasing her brow.

“Oh, doll.”

“Aht, no, you do not get to ‘Doll’ me. I am not a doll. No, do I look like a doll?”

Bucky smirks. It’s all too easy; it would be all too easy. He won’t do it. Not now at least. “I apologize. But I’m just saying being nice to someone isn’t necessarily flirting.”

“Wakanda was different. I was trying to get to know you and I knew things were complicated for you. So I kept it to being nice. And then I knew I’d be Stateside most of the time. However, when I got the call from the Dora and Shuri that you were moving to the U.S, I thought maybe I could get a chance. But then the expo was coming up and I was essentially working as director and counselor to keep the center open late to let kids work and things just never worked. But then I saw you, here, at the pier and I thought it might be my chance. Sue me.”

Bucky nods as she speaks, keeping stride as they weave through the crowd. “So inviting me out for ice cream was the move?”

“It was like move two. Get you to go with me for ice cream so then I could ask you for dinner.”

“I don’t think you need to worry or waste time with me.” If Bucky could stop it, he would. If the little voice in the back of his head didn’t get so loud sometimes, he wouldn’t even have to deal with Patricia’s full halt and tugging him off to the side. If Bucky could keep the doubt down, his comment wouldn’t fall from his lips. But unfortunately, what he wants and what he does isn’t always on the same page.

“Repeat that for me,” Patricia demands.

It’s the way she says it, like he can try to repeat it but he’s sure it wasn’t lack of hearing that she’s asking. “I just mean--I’m still not like a hundred percent...together. And it’s not a process I can hope to do in seconds or one that I can promise won’t be ugly. So I don’t know--”

“Sometimes, Bucky, people want to love you where you are. No one’s perfect. Not even us non-superbeings. I’m not asking for the perfect you. I’m asking to go on some dates with whatever version of you is here, right now. I want to disasterly cook a meal and then order pizza. I’m asking you to give me whatever you have now. ”

And if you’re alone, that is the quietest most personal hell. But Bucky still doesn’t want to drag her into this world, this mess he was in. But here Patricia is, asking for whatever he has, whether it’s perfect or put together or not. And there have only been a few times in his life that people wanted whatever he had. It’s that soldier, the barking commands from his training officers that can make it hard. They always wanted more, they wanted perfection in some ways. They wanted obedience more than anything, but Patricia’s not asking for any of that.

“No-no one’s just wanted the mess I am. I thought I lost the last person that wanted that from me.”

“Well, if you let me in and say yes to ice cream and a dinner date, where I do not cook initially, then you’ll have gained another person that wants you for whatever mess you are.”

“By mess, I mean mess. Like I sleep on the floor of my own apartment. I just want you to be aware of where the bar is.”

Patricia smiles, a small tuft of laughter escaping her. “Consider my expectations set.”

“Then I would be honored to get ice cream and eventually go to dinner with you.”

Her grin widens, heats heating at the bit of a twinkle settling into his gaze. She’s thankful her blush is not visible at all. “You’re going to have to stop looking at me like that. Because a look like that is dangerous.”

“Looking at you like what?”

She circles his face with her pointer finger, “Like that, like you’re plotting something devious.”

Bucky laughs, holding his hands up in defense of himself. ��You’re the one planning. Not me.”

“It’s a Mr. Suave look. I know it when I see it.” She starts back down the pier and Bucky’s quick to catch up, right hand slipping into hers. “See, now you’re plotting something for sure! But I’m not that mad at it.”

Gingerly, he gives her hand a squeeze. “Good. And thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

[tvdiaries-imagines]

Old Flame: Pt. 15

Warnings: Cursing & a lil touch of NSFW

Word Count: 3371

OLD FLAME MASTERLIST: CLICK HERE

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While this 7 hour road trip to Arkansas is taking place, you and Hayley offered many times to take over the wheel but Klaus did not budge. He’s had his fair share of you and Hayley taking the wheel a few times in the past. He’ll never put himself through such horror again.

Other than that, Klaus has informed you of everything he’s learned from Finn so far. You’ve learned that Esther’s first born, Freya did not die from plague, but she was taken by Esther’s sister, Dahlia in exchange for Esther to be fertile. The thought made you sick to your stomach, but if it wasn’t for Esther’s sacrifice, you would have never met Klaus.

That piece of information wasn’t the last of it. Klaus mentioned that every first born in the Mikaelson family belongs to Dahlia and since Hope is still alive, you hope that Dahlia doesn't come after her too.

This family cannot catch a break.

As much as you tried to stay awake for Klaus, he insisted you get some rest and you did just that, leaning your head against the passenger side window. He reached his right arm over his head for his jacket that is sprawled over his seat and placed it over you as a makeshift blanket, careful to focus his eyes on the road at the same time.

Once you are fast asleep, Klaus couldn’t help but steal a glance at your peaceful state. Outstretching his right arm, he rests his palm over your thigh, briskly caressing it with his thumb.

“You really love Y/N, huh?” A very awake Hayley mentioned from the back seat behind him.

Klaus flickered his eyes at the rear view mirror, waiting a beat before responding. “So it seems.” He sniggered lightly.

“Have you told her?” Hayley asked. After not receiving a response from him, she already knew his answer. “I think you should. I don’t know anyone else on this planet that would put up with you the way that she does.”

“Your advice is touching.” Klaus hid his vulnerability with a sarcastic tone. Hayley sighed heavily, displeased that he was making a joke out of her serious advice.  

(Later…)

It is now daylight when you, Klaus and Hayley pull up to a house that neither you nor Hayley have ever been to. It is a white two story home with dark brown shutters. Rebekah, Elijah and who you assume is Hope are standing outside, eager for your arrival.

Klaus wastes no time approaching the home and Hayley nearly jumps out of the back seat, rushing towards her daughter. Klaus follows suit and you take your time stepping out of the passenger seat in slow motion. You’ll never understand how much this mother and father missed their child so you kept your distance to allow them this moment with their daughter.

You walked over to Elijah and Rebekah. Rebekah welcomed you with open arms, reeling you in for a tight hug. “Oh, Y/N.” Rebekah muttered, freeing you of her tight hold. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, sis.” You smiled.

“Has Nik been giving you a hard time?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Of course.”

“How about that dreadful friend of yours, Kai.” Rebekah flashed a look of disgust. “Has Nik killed him yet?”

You sighed, perturbed of the heretic’s whereabouts. “No. I have no idea where he is. But your mother has something to do with it.”

“Esther?” She reeled back, shocked. “How did this happen?”

“It’s a long story, Rebekah. It’ll bore you.” You chuckled faintly. She flashed a nervous smile at you, seeing right through your facade.

“Y/N.” Nik interrupted, appearing beside you with Hope in his arms. You turned to face him, eyes widening at the beautiful infant before you. “This is Hope.” He added.

“Hi Hope.” Your mouth curved into a grin, raising your hand and Hope latches onto your finger, blue eyes staring into yours. You peer up at Klaus, whispering loudly. “She’s beautiful.” You glanced from Klaus to Hayley who both approve of your sweet comment.

“She is, isn’t she?” Hayley mentioned to you in a calm tone, gazing at her daughter as she steals him from Klaus’s arms. “Come here, sweetie.”

You started on helping Rebekah and the men gather wood for a bonfire right in front of the home. Klaus started informing his siblings about the whole mess of their Aunt Dahlia.

“So is there any chance of us running into your psycho Aunt Dahlia soon?” You asked.

“Fable’s over a thousand years old, sister.” Elijah responded, adding a piece of the wood to the neat pile, his sleeves folded up to his elbows. “Dahlia’s long dead.”

“Like Esther?” Hayley added, setting her daughter inside the car seat that is on the ground beside Klaus.

“No one’s going to hurt Hope because no one’s going to find her.” Klaus announced. “That’s enough wood, Rebekah. You’ll burn down the whole bloody state of Arkansas.”

“Well, we’re just missing a key ingredient.” Rebekah pointed out, tone exuberant.

“No, we’re not.” Klaus tensed up instantaneously. Your eyes narrowed, curious as to what the siblings are referring to.

“Yes we are, Nik. Back me up, Elijah.” Rebekah gestured a nagging hand at the noble Mikaelson.

“I suspect Niklaus would rather choke on the ashes.” Elijah sniggered.

“What are you all talking about?” You asked, fed up with being out of the loop.

“Well, before we light it, we write down our wishes for each other to burn for good luck.” Rebekah answered. “It was Kol’s favorite part when we were kids.”

“Neat.” You murmured.

“Further evidence as to why we should ignore it.” Klaus mentioned with distaste.

“Nik.” You nagged, bothered that he’s such a bully to his youngest brother.

“Hope’s first bonfire season. I like it. We’re doing it.” Hayley remarked, turning on her heel as she waltzed inside the house. Klaus let out an exasperated sigh before picking up Hope’s carrier and taking her inside with Elijah following behind him.

“Now Y/N,” Rebekah started once her brothers were no longer earshot, “tell me all about your time with my brother.”

You snorted, hands at hips. “Where do I begin?”

(Meanwhile…)

A moment after, Hayley writes down her wish. She folds the piece of paper and stuffs it inside her front pocket. Then, she grabs a notepad and goes after Klaus who is sitting at the dining table, playing with his daughter that he’s missed so much.

“Here.” Hayley said, placing the notepad on the table directly in front of him.

Klaus stole a glance at the dreaded notepad before bringing his focus back to Hope. “I’m holding a small child, Hayley. The silly wish game will have to wait.”

“You write. I’ll hold.” She responded.

“You do realize it is not I who is to be the husband you can boss around.”

“Oh, right.” She shook her head slowly, as if coming to a realization. “Y/N!” She called, briefly looking over her shoulder.

He narrowed his eyes before handing his daughter to her mother. “Fine.”

Being confident as ever after talking Klaus into writing his wish, she was all smiles. “I wish you would tell Elijah you’re marrying your werewolf suitor,” Klaus mentioned as he’s writing, causing Hayley to come to a halt and frown, “at which point I would pour him a scotch and congratulate him on the bullet he dodged.”

Klaus rips the small sheet of paper off and hands it to Hayley with a smug. She snatched it from him, crumpled it in her hand and marched away with her daughter in her arm, evidently vexed.

You walked past Hayley before finding Klaus in the dining room. “Hey Nik. Did you write down your wish?” You asked. He gestured for you to sit on his lap and you did so by sitting on his left leg, snaking your right arm around his neck.

“Unfortunately.” He replied with raised brows. “Did you?”

“Of course I did.” You said. Klaus stared at you silently with a specified expression that you can easily determine. “And no, I’m not telling you my wish.” You are certain that if you tell him that you wish for Kai’s safe return, his elated mood would quickly plummet and that’s the last thing anyone wants right now. Especially you, since you’ve had your fair share of arguments with him already.

“Alright, love.” He allowed this defeat. He suddenly pats on your behind as a gesture to stand. “Come now. Let’s get this bloody bonfire started.” His tone was far from excited.

After bringing everyone to the front, Rebekah rushes inside the house as Klaus starts throwing lit matches to the wood one by one, in no rush for this bonfire. Minute by minute, the flame grows and Rebekah finally makes her return with a fairly aged Polaroid in her hand. “Hey, look what I found!” She mentioned with excitement, making her way to Hayley, Hope and Elijah who are standing at a fair distance from the flame. “I wonder if it’ll work.”

As everyone looks to Rebekah, Klaus is the least excited about his sister’s discovery. “Oh, bloody hell.” He puts his hands to his hips and looks away from her. You couldn’t help but giggle because you know how much Klaus dreads taking photos.

“Come on, let’s try. Hey Nik, do you think you can cram us into a selfie?” Rebekah walked over to the two you with everyone else following behind her. You thought it was adorable hearing the excitement in her voice.

“Niklaus is the virtuoso of cramming his siblings into confined spaces.” Elijah said snidely.

“Elijah’s got a point.” You chimed, refraining yourself from laughing at his snarky comment.

“I’m so glad I traveled hundreds of miles to visit my mentally ill brother only to have him insult me to my face.” Klaus looks down at the Polaroid camera, prepping it as everyone squeezes together.

“Come on, just take the picture.” Rebekah spat.

Finally, Klaus straightened his arm and raised the camera so that it’s at the right angle. Then, he gives it a few seconds before he snaps a photo. Everyone waited a beat for the photo to unveil itself full of you, your beloved, his deranged siblings that you adore, the mother of his child and their daughter. To put it simply. It’s a photo full of supernatural creatures. The majority mean the world to you. What an interesting combination.

To everyone’s misfortune, the photo needed to be burned for Hope’s safety. Klaus didn’t want to risk this photo ending up in the wrong hands. And as much as it kills everyone, it had to be done. You managed to remember to throw your wish in the bonfire as well. Rebekah, on the other hand, had everyone else’s attention. She was fed up and decided that she wants to do whatever it takes to take Esther down.

As everyone retreats inside, you remain put, staring at where that little piece of paper once was. You reach into your front pocket and dial Kai’s cell phone again, even though it’s a long shot. Frustrated with this loss, you continue calling his phone over and over again until you couldn’t handle hearing his obnoxious voicemail. “God dammit.” You whispered in frustration, staring up at the sky, shaking your head. “Where the hell are you, Kai?”

The flame is now dying down, so you made your way inside, following the Mikaelson’s voices. It seems they are forming a plan to defeat Esther.

After going over the very specific plan with them with a wine glass of blood in your hand, you took a much needed shower in an en-suite bathroom of your choice, then threw a robe on while your clothes are in the washer.

Stepping out of the laundry room, you go back inside the en-suite bathroom and comb your wet hair, freeing it of any knots. The sound of familiar footsteps approach, followed by the creaking of the door opening. “Showering?” You asked Klaus.

“It seems you did without me.” He smirked, freeing himself of his dark long sleeve to reveal his flawless physique. You made sure to steal a glance at him as you continued to brush through your strands.

“That’s too bad.” You answered lightheartedly.

“Indeed it is.” He added, eyeing you hungrily. He caught you off guard when he whooshed towards you and spun you to face him. You gasped at the gesture, hairbrush falling to the ground, awaiting his next move.

You peered up at the lust in his eyes, nipping at your bottom lip. In one brisk move, you are placed over the counter behind you and he leans down, pressing his plump lips onto yours, tongue swirling inside of your needy mouth.

You are his and he is yours. The thought alone made your entire being burst with elation. Your heart was beating so wildly as you wrapped your legs around him to bring him closer to you, feeling him harden by the second.

His hands began making its way to your cheeks all the way down to the knot of your robe, lips never detaching from yours.

Before you knew it, your robe was untied and you were completely naked on the bathroom counter. You were so caught up in this ravenous moment that you hadn’t realized you were naked until he stroked your breasts. The sinful gesture alone made you pool with desire down below.

Klaus separated his lips from yours and silently went on his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He licked his upper lip, gazing up at you. “Wet, are we?” Klaus mentioned before starting on his meal.

You.

(Later…)

After a much deserved nap and a cup of coffee, the sun will soon disappear and the moon will make its appearance. You, Rebekah and Klaus hit the road back to New Orleans. Surprisingly, Klaus didn’t drive this time since he’s hardly had any rest, so he had Rebekah take over.

“You remember the plan, love?” Klaus asked you from the back seat.

“Yes I do.” You assured him casually, scrolling through your phone to cure your boredom. You’ve only heard the plan a million times before leaving Arkansas.

“Do you know what to do, Rebekah?” He asked his sister.

“Yes. But if it doesn’t go to plan, will you handle my body with care please?” She pouted. “I may miss the old model.”

“Of course we will.” You chimed in, peering at Rebekah for an ephemeral time before bringing your focus back to your phone.

“If everything goes south, i’ll be there to pull you out.” The hybrid stated. “We just have to take Esther down before she body-jumps. I don’t want all of this to have been for nothing.”

“You and I on the same team, Nik. It must be Christmas.” Rebekah added. Klaus responded with a grin before getting some shut eye during this prolonged car ride.

(Later…)

As soon as you touched down in New Orleans to the Mikaelson compound, you stretched your limbs and wandered inside. Cami, Marcel and Davina were gathered together in the courtyard, prepping for a spell. You shot them a glance before making a beeline for the grand kitchen because you were absolutely famished. Klaus had a quick word with Kol before Kol and Rebekah headed over to their mother’s current living quarters. It was an urgent step for the plan and everyone was in on it besides Esther and Finn.

Many minutes later, Klaus received a text from Rebekah and the two of you drove off into the night to the Lafayette cemetery, careful not to make too much noise before approaching them.

It wasn’t difficult to locate where Esther, Kol and Rebekah were in this large cemetery. All you had to do was follow the only illuminated area as well as use your vamp hearing. “Mother, think this through. You gave birth to this body. You can’t destroy it.” You heard Rebekah plead.

“I am only destroying its flesh. Your beautiful soul will live on in the body of another. I have chosen well for you. A beautiful girl. Strong.” Esther attempted to justify her actions, tone confident. You hid behind one of the nearest tombs.

“Mother!” Klaus shouted, standing tall above another tomb. “Stop the spell.” He dashed to the ground, taking long strides towards the trio. “You and your traitorous son.”

“Nik, I didn’t know anything about it. I swear.” Kol expressed.

“Oh good. I’m glad you two boys are friends again.” Esther said, pleased. “I did wonder what you’d been up to in your time away. Now I know.”

“Stop the blasted spell.” Klaus demanded.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible.”

“Anything is possible. Take me instead.” Your brows furrowed at Klaus’s offer. You don’t recall him mentioning that. Though instead of dwelling on it, you stayed put until you were needed. You didn’t want to risk screwing up the plan. You hoped that he was just saying it to stall Esther.

“Nik, no!” Rebekah grasped his forearm.

“If only you’d taken my offer when it was still mine to give.” Esther blurted. “Unfortunately, you left me no choice but to make a deal with Mikael.”

“Mikael?” You mouthed to yourself, face contorting as you’re taken aback from the news. You completely forgot about him being alive in general, but the fact that the parents are teaming together doesn’t sound too great.

“When Finn and Kol went missing, I needed a new ally. All he wanted was the right to kill you.” Esther expressed. “Kol, I would ask you to deliver the stake to your father, but it seems your loyalties have been compromised.”

You tighten your grip around the white oak stake in your hand and your nostrils flared as you’re ready to pounce on Esther. In a flash you saw Klaus step towards your direction as if he was just casually pacing from exasperation. You were still undetected by Esther, so Klaus quickly winked at you before turning on his heel and shifting his expression back to an aggravated one. So far it’s selling.

“Stop the spell, Esther!” Klaus roared.

“It’s okay, Nik. I can do this.” Rebekah implied.

“So you’re feeling murderous again.” The mother spat, displeased. “You should know, I’ve already chosen another body.”

“Now!” Kol hollered and that was your cue.

Finally.

You whooshed towards Esther and stabbed her in the neck with the white oak stake. She looked at you with wide eyes as the blood poured down the new wound. You sighed in satisfaction, taking in the win. All went according to plan.

The sound of the witch bowl exploding into pieces near Kol at a distance and Klaus calling his sister’s name snapped you out of your victory. Looking over your shoulder, you find a passed out original sister in the arms of her older brother.

“Uh, did it work?” You flickered your eyes from Klaus to Kol for a response.

“I don’t know.” Klaus replied. “Kol, would you? I need to bring mother inside.” He gestured for Kol to hang onto Rebekah and he obliged. Klaus effortlessly threw his mother over his shoulder and escorted her body inside one of the sizable tombs. You learned from Kol that it’s spelled so that she cannot escape.

Klaus must’ve forgotten that Kol isn’t as strong as he is in his original body because he was slightly struggling to keep Rebekah on her feet. You came to his aid and threw her other arm over your shoulder, placing the white oak stake in your back pocket.

“Sister.” Kol called to you in a low tone, as if not wanting to be heard from Klaus. You hummed, notifying him that you’re all ears. “I’ve gotten mother to tell me your friend’s current placement.”

“You did?” Your head snapped to Kol, eyes widened, speaking in a loud whisper. “Is he alive?”

“Yes.” You exhaled in relief from his response. “But I’ll tell you more once we’re at the compound.”

“Thank you.” You mouthed to Kol who glimpsed at you, then to the ground. After days and nights of waiting, you’re finally going to get your answer.

-

A/N: So sorry to leave you guys on that cliffhanger! But it had to be done :) Thank you all for sticking with me and I’ll see you lovelies in the next chapter!

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[dongiovannaswife]

Tinta, música y tu sonrisa.

CW: suggestive bits but nothing explicit, food/eating, all the stuff that comes with tattoos, death mentions., philosophical talks (?) mentions to past trauma and abuse and small medical talk (one scene). poorlyproofreadedsorrybutimkindasadtodothat

References: Aloe vera tattoo ask.

MASTERLIST.

The sound of baby giggles makes her ears peek as soon as she steps into the kitchen, bare feet padding through the floor when she does so.

Dante and Jovi munch into their favorite puree —banana— as Giorno hums, intentionally loud and off tune in order to make them grin as they attempt to finish their plates.

“Listen, Dante, Jovi;” Giorno doesn’t turn around, busy taking care of the pancakes, arranging two in a plate. “Mom’s gonna come anytime and we need to be ready when she does, ‘kay?”

“Ma’?” Dante interrupts and Jovi giggles, turning to his mom, out of nowhere.

“Yeah, buddy. Mamá. She’ll be here in no time.”

Jovi giggles louder, “Ma’!”

Freezing in his spot, Giorno slowly straightens his back, turning around and following the boy’s stares.

Lena stands by the doorframe, arms behind her back and a bright grin in her face.

“Well, hello. Were you planning something, gentlemen?”

Jovi shakes his head, blurting out multiple no’s in between small giggles as Dante pretends to hide his spoon; drops it on the floor and goes back to staring at his mom.  Walking up, she chuckles as she kisses Jovi’s forehead, making him calm down and lean into her touch. Reaching a hand out, she takes Dante’s spoon from its spot, giving it to Giorno and receiving another one, cleaner than the last.

“Daddy’s right, boys.” Taking a seat between both boys, she fiddles for a moment with her shorts, trying to get the fabric down so her thighs don’t rub together and only then Giorno notices her outfit; black high waist denim shorts, white t-shirt and his denim jacket. Seeing this, and remembering the game he started earlier, he gulps down, turning around to take care of breakfast, listening to his wife talk with their boys.

“We’ll be out for a big part of the day,” the boys look up at her, listening intently. “Auntie Trish and Uncle Fugo will come to take care of you, but we want to be sure you’re well fed and okay before we go, okay?”

It has been said twins share an innate connection, but the Giovanna twins seem to be on another level, almost as if something else connects them: the way they turn to look at each other and then at her a surprising and interesting one.

And so they start swinging their feet as their efforts to finish their puree intensify, humming on time—just in the tune Giorno was doing before.

Lena shakes her head as a lighthearted chuckle escapes from her, turning to look up at her husband —Giorno’s already looking at her, leaning on the island with his cup of coffee in one hand and the other holding a fork with the last piece of a pancake.

Gulping down and taking a sip from his coffee, Giorno clears his throat, talking quietly right after, green eyes fixed on her black socks; curious. “You goin’ out on socks?”

Lena fakes a scowl, looking him up and down; black skinny jeans, navy blue t-shirt and black combat boots.

Giorno snorts, turning around to leave his empty cup on the dishwasher; turning around, he takes another plate with two pancakes and a cup of coffee. Walking up to the table, he puts both dishes down before he’s moving by the boy’s side. Lending his hand to help her stand up, he stays there waiting for her to fix her shorts again —with a light squeeze she pulls apart, walking up to the table and taking a seat before her breakfast., shooting him a smirk along with her response.

“Wanna match, vita mia? Why not matching outfits? ‘s been a while since we did it.”

Giorno hums, looking around the room pretending he’s thinking about it; Dante and Jovi play with his hands, making his fingers move side to side or curl, small words and blabbering mixing.

“I’d have to change my shirt, then.”

Lena hums, taking the first bite of her pancakes after cutting them with her fork and knife, a light blush covering her cheeks. Gulping it down and with Giorno’s attention fully on her, she motions at the door leading to the stairs, “I’ll take care of them, you go and change.”

Giorno smirks, sending a wink her way. Mumbling something to the twins, they grin up at their father as he stands, exiting the kitchen in long strides.

Standing by them now, fork with a piece of pancake in hand and the other reaching out to wipe some puree from Jovi’s cheek, Lena stands there, trying to finish breakfast between small talk with the boys.

The doorbell rings and she moves aside to try and see the door, but Giorno’s footsteps echo through the staircase as he descends, fixing his shirt at the last minute.

“Fugo, Trish —please come in.”

Trish Una and Pannacotta Fugo appear in the doorway and, as soon as the singer to It’s been a long time spots the twins, her eyes go wide and her grin shoots up to the sky. “Oh, my! Look at them!”

Fugo raises a hand in a gesture for her to calm down when the boys look up at the new persons, curious and bright but alert too. “Calm down, Trish. Don’t scare them.”

Walking up, Trish mumbles to herself, still amazed with the little boys before her. “Lena! I’m so glad to see you again” Leaning in for a friendly hug, both women sway from side to side as they greet each other.

Taking a seat before the twins, Trish makes herself at home, already taking care of them as Lena sits down to finish breakfast. “Okay, first off, you owe me a shopping evening; now, how have you been?”

Lena snorts, calming down to take a final sip from her coffee. “Straight to the point, aren’t you?”

Trish nods and Lena shakes her head, chuckling. “I promise we’ll go tomorrow, if you have time?”

Trish Una was no stranger to busy agendas —her career as a singer had been successful from the start, but along with that, her free time had been reduced to almost none. The pictures she had been receiving from the couple didn’t make justice to the beautiful boys in front of her.

“My day will be free, Lena. Don’t worry.” She tilts her head to the side, “May I ask where you are going?”

“Oh, I’m getting a tattoo.”

Trish’s mouth hangs open, excitement bubbling up in the shape of a bright grin that makes the twins giggle, distracted from the conversation between Giorno and Fugo with them about who was the best character in The Avengers. “What are you getting?!”

Lena winks, “Something that represents Giobaby.”

Trish smirks, “Nothin’ else?”

The way the Donna’s eyes shine as she shakes her head no says otherwise; and her mouth pronounces a lie, but Trish doesn’t care. “Nothing else, for now.”

The singer nods, humming approvingly. “Please tell me how he reacts.” She mouths, pretending she didn’t.

 Lena nods, standing from the table. “If you excuse me, I’ll go and put my shoes on,” she directs her glance towards Fugo, “Sorry I didn’t greet you before, Panni.”

Pannacotta dismisses it with his hand, shaking his head softly. “Don’t worry, I understand.”

Lena nods, looking at Giorno now. “C’mon babe, we’re gonna be late.”

Giorno’s eyes darken for a second and Fugo clears his throat, uncomfortable with the sudden tension in the air.

As soon as it came it’s gone, however, and Fugo finds himself wondering what just happened; looking around, Trish coos at Dante, Jovi already on her hip.

Fugo looks up at his friend, nodding to him. Through the years, after that catastrophic way they met again after the events of that week, Fugo had come to find some kind of strength in Giorno, spending time together and chatting.

When Giorno had first met Lena and came back blabbering about a girl, Fugo had been there, sitting back lending an ear to his flustered friend.

And out of nowhere, both men had found out they thought of the other as a brother.

The way Fugo looks at Giorno shows it —at some point he had wished Giorno had been his biological brother, wishing they could have grown together; although he hadn’t been born in a loving family, he had a loving grandmother who didn’t hesitate to comfort him when everyone turned their back on him. Deep down, Pannacotta wished Giorno had been there so he too, could have had a little bit of comfort. Loving words that made him think of something as human and natural as crying not an unnecessary and useless thing.

But he could recognize the man beside him was no longer the inexpert teenage boss he had met back then, but a man who had learned from years and years of observing. A man who no longer saw his emotions as a threat. He was young, just like him, but he was wise.

“You should go now, GioGio.” He finally musters, gifting a soft smile to the taller man. “Good luck.”

And Giorno nods, patting Fugo in the back and walking up to Trish —he gives her a nod, leaning in to kiss the twin’s foreheads.

“Bye bye, Dante, Jovi.”

The twins wave at him, bright smiles and kind eyes. When Lena peeks into the kitchen to wave at everyone and kiss the boy’s cheeks, Fugo leans back, observing the scene with wonder.

Giorno had achieved so many things in so little time it was comforting —maybe, he could do it too.

“Wanna say goodbye to mama and papa?” Trish’s voice brings him out of his daze, and he walks up to carry Jovi on his hip as both stand on the doorway, holding the twins.

A dark green Hummer H2 emerges from the underground parking, leaving behind the sound of the mechanical doors closing and rounding the corner up to the front of the mansion.

Slowing down, the tinted windows roll down just to let the couple wave at the twins, who react immediately with giggles and waves of their own; Trish softens, mouthing a goodbye of her own before the windows close again and the hummer speeds up to the huge front doors, followed by a black Ford Endeavour. Once again, the vehicles stop at the doors, waiting for the guards —Pietro and Vittorio— to open the doors for them.

Pietro stands by the hummer’s side, leaning on the driver’s side and, after a moment of talking, he wheezes out loud, proceeding to wave at them to just go. When the cars disappear and the doors close again, Fugo turns to Trish.

“Let’s go back inside.”

“Yeah, I want to help them walk around!”

Fugo snorts, amused. “Oh, trust me. These two are ‘bout to run in no time —don’t be surprised if that day is today.”

Driving into the avenue after exiting the mansion’s road, Lena hums to herself quietly, asking right after. “What time is it?”

Giorno hums in a negative, shrugging with his eyes glued to the road ahead.

“Oh,” the Donna hums to herself again and Giorno steals a quick glance, “We have more than enough time.”

“Yeah, about that…” Giorno presses his lips together, eyes flickering to the rear mirror, noticing Westwood’s car still behind them. “There’s something you should know about him.”

“…Who?”

“The tattoo artist, Rob. He’s a stand user.” Stopping by a red light, Giorno looks over at his wife —the hand clasped around the gear shifter holds in a little bit tighter for a millisecond.

Helena looks over from the cars before them, blinking slowly; her calm demeanor a genuine one, surrounded by curiosity. “Okay, I have questions; what exactly can he do with his stand? And why didn’t you say it before, if you’ve been his client for years?”

Giorno sighs, relief washing over him. Looking over as soon as the green light comes in, he speeds up slowly, taking his time to let the traffic take its course again. “He can see tattoos that would suit you according to your life; the last time I saw him, when I got the bracelet in the twin’s honor, he said he could see a specific tattoo on my back,” a single fingers uncurls itself from the steering wheel, almost as if he’s asking for a moment to make a parenthesis. “He might suggest something else, but take it easy —when I met him I knew he was a stand user because the arrow told me somehow. But… that doesn’t quit the fact that you might feel vulnerable when he starts blurting out suppositions about your past.”

Helena hums, looking down at her lap, hands intertwined together.

The hummer stops by another red light and Giorno takes the moment to reach a hand out, letting a warm, large palm rest over the skin of her thigh. “It’ll be okay, tesoro —I just wanted to warn you.”

Lena looks up at him, gulping down. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He speeds up again, retrieving his hand from her thigh, “And about your second question; I don’t know. I thought I had said it before but I guess I forgot.”

“Don’t worry about that, now I know.”

Silence settles in, comfortable and warm.

Reaching out, Lena fiddles through the glove compartment for a second, seeming to look for something.

Finally pulling out an USB, she holds it up like it’s a treasure found in the ruins of some kind of Greek temple —a grin lifts the corners of her lips, reaching her eyes; and then she’s looking at him smiling innocently as she leans in to plug it in, selecting the few options needed until the music starts coming from the speakers at a comfortable volume.

Giorno lights up, smirking at her choice. “Really? Måneskin?”

“And why not?” she shoots back, smirk and all. “You know I love it when you sing this song.”

Giorno shakes his head, quoting the lyrics almost in a sing song tune. “Parla, la gente purtroppo parla. Non sa di che cosa parla.”

Helena sighs, humming in joy; a small blush covers her cheeks as she leans closer, mumbling. “Why are you so damn cute?”

Giorno smirks, letting out a small chuckle. “Am I? Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

“Oh please, you’re far prettier.”

Giorno scoffs, “Liar.”

“Me? Nope, Mr. Don Husband, you are, like, far prettier than me for real.”

The red light comes in again and Giorno slows down, taking the moment to his full advantage.

“Is that so, pretty baby?” the Don leans in, reaching a hand out to cradle the back of her neck with his whole palm, lips brushing against hers when he speaks. “Then I should make it clear more often,” a quick peck, “That you’re just as attractive as you see me; why else would men look at you? You think they wanna challenge me? ‘s because they can’t help it. Too bad for them, ‘cause we both know we belong together, don’t we?”

“Mhm.”

“Can’t hear you, doll. What was that?”

She sighs, stealing a long kiss, “Does that answer your question?”

Giorno hums back, smirking as he pulls back just as the green light comes in and he speeds up again. His tone changes immediately when he rounds into a corner, coming into Naples’s less touristic zone. “We’ll get there in forty, want something? Water? Snacks?”

Lena hums, looking through the mirror with flushed cheeks. “Nope, I’m okay. You want something?”

Giorno shakes his head softly, turning in a corner.

10:56 AM.

Forty-six minutes later, the hummer comes to a stop before a big tattoo parlor; despite the dark color of the outside, the building stands out from its surroundings. At the top of it rests the sign in bright neon lights that flicker, illuminating the shop’s name as they turn in, and leaving only the initials on when they turn off.

Hoping off, and taking a moment to fix her shorts, Lena looks up at the letters, looking over at Giorno as he closes the door to the passenger’s seat, waiting for her by her side. “Did he really name his shop after BlessTheFall? For real?”

Giorno chuckles, taking her hand once she’s ready, taking the first step forward. “I knew you’d say that —yes, he did. In fact, he likes most of the bands you like, if not all of them.”

Lena grins, pushing the door open. “Let’s see.”

The inside of the store is much colder than the outside, with black walls covered in artificial animal skulls; some paintings hang around, all of them perfect copies of the most successful works from Francisco Goya. Right behind the counter, ‘Saturn devouring his son’ welcomes the couple into the empty shop.

The curtain to the artist’s stations in the back moves suddenly, making both look over just in time to see a man with pink hair, gothic clothes and multiple tattoos around his arms and neck come out —a bright grin on his face when he spots Giorno.

“Giovanna! It’s been a while since you came, man! But wait, —” he turns to Lena, squinting as he comes to a stop before the couple in the middle of the reception. “—Aren’t you the lady who scheduled the appointment at eleven?”

Helena nods, answering confidently. “Yes, I am.”

Rob brightens up as the pieces start to come together. “Oh, I see! You did say your husband had come here multiple times,” he looks back at Giorno, smirking up at him. “Man, you could have said you’d tell your wife about this place, I could have set something for her. A lady deserves only the best.” He finishes with an exaggerated bow.

Giorno shakes his head, pride shining through his being. “No need, she loves these kinds of things.”

Rob nods, enthusiastic. “Well, if that’s true then I’m flattered to have you here.” Gesturing at the couch in the reception, he walks up to the one with just one seat, he sinks into the soft cushion, letting his body slide through it until he’s sitting with his back and his legs are arched —his butt hangs in the air, but he doesn’t seem to care as he grins up at the couple, gesturing at the couch before him again. “C’mon, there are some things I’d like to ask before we start.”

Giorno hums, letting Lena guide him to the couch, where they get comfortable soon; his arm draped around her shoulders and her head on his chest.

“Okay,” Rob starts, looking around the studio first, noticing the hour in the clock hanging in the wall behind the couple. “You came exactly at eleven. I’m surprised. No client has done that, except for Giovanna, maybe.”

Giorno chuckles, “She’s really excited; Lena’s a fan of tattoos, but didn’t know what to get until now.”

“I understand,” Rob nods twice, looking down at his hands which are entwined above his stomach. “I like to have a talk with my customers before the actual season, Lena.”

As Rob seems to search his words thoughtfully, Lena’s attention falls on the tattoo on his eyelid —cursive font perfectly done but its message is not something she can read when Rob suddenly looks up at her, finding the words to the question he had wanted to ask. “What kind of person are you when it comes to this, ma’am? I get you might love body art, but there are two types of people when it’s about tattoos; first,” he raises a finger, counting physically. “The emotional; they want something special, something to remind them of their reason to be, or just to feel free after a rough time. I am one of those —I spent half of my lifetime trying to prove to my brother I was worthy of his attention, in the end,” he closes his eyes, pointing at his tattooed eyelid with the hand that is not counting on; the tattoo reads ‘perfect’. “I realized I am perfect in my own kind of twisted way.”

“Two,” he adds another finger to the count, dropping his hands on his stomach now, “The other type is the F-I-I-L-T-T,” he takes his type spelling it, eyes looking up at the ceiling in search of concentration, adding the explanation to the initials right after. “Fuck It I Like This Thing; might as well get it tattooed;” he looks now at the couple, smirking with humor on it, almost as if he’s remembering something. “Crazy shit, catch me?”

Giorno nods, already familiar with Rob’s speech —Rob had been the tattoo artist of all his tattoos; to him nothing about Rob was new. But he knows this is new for his wife and, although she’s open to all kinds of people, he still looks down at her, finding her expression surprising.

A soft smile lifts the corners of her lips as she looks at the paintings around them, thinking of her response. Soon enough, he sees the way she looks back at Rob, determined and strong. Like always. “Emotional, definitely. The lion I’m about to get represents him,” she looks now at him, making his chest tighten with the sudden warmth radiating off her. “When I met him I knew he was someone important, but as we got closer, I realized he had presence, he could stand in the middle of a crowded room and everybody would know who’s him, and they would bow down at him. Like a lion. He’s proud but not insolent, smart, and kind hearted.”

“The flowers represent something —someone— else.” Rob digs in, nodding. “We know.”

Lena looks on, frowning slightly. “Excuse me? ‘we’?”

Rob rubs the back of his neck, “Parenthesis time, ma’am.” He looks at Giorno now, “Are you safe to talk about that here and now?”

Giorno nods, gesturing with his head at the entrance, where Westwood leans on the glass, giving them privacy but keeping track of them, too.

Rob sighs, looking at Lena again. “I am a stand user. But I’ve always been agnostic, and although I know stands are not tied to deities, their existence is not something I can understand yet, even If I’ve been a stand user from birth. I use ‘we’ to refer to myself and my stand, because I can’t accept that my stand is a part of my own being… Yet.”

Lena nods, adding in a small, respectful tone. “But you do refer to it as ‘my’, Rob.”

Rob blinks. Once. Twice. And he laughs, nodding. “Yeah! You’re right! I guess…” he rubs the back of his neck, looking at Giorno now, grinning. “Man, this woman’s just too smart.”

Giorno chuckles, humored. “She is,” he rubs a finger on her arm, looking over at her just in time to catch Lena’s amused smirk. “But she has a point.”

Rob falls silent for a moment. “I guess I do accept it, unconsciously. I never realized that until now.”

Lena nods, humming. “It happens. The mind is still an enigma at some point —that’s why we aren’t done investigating and learning about it.”

Rubbing his chin with two fingers, Rob nods multiple times. “You’re damn right, ma’am. Now, may I ask about your future plans? Are you considering other designs? Because if not, we could recommend some to you.”

“Here we go.” Giorno mumbles, smirking as he watches the blue aura surround Rob, extending down until he disappears. Soon enough, the blue haze disappears and there stands, just by Rob’s side, a creature that resembles an Oni on its appearance; four arms and four legs, two faces and pencils held tightly on his fours hands.

“Mrs. Giovanna,” Robs chimes in, smiling. “This is my stand, Ic3peak.”

“I was told you can suggest tattoos?”

Rob nods, looking over at Giorno. “I see you gave her an introduction?”

“Indeed.” Giorno nods, moving a hand to gesture at Ic3peak as it walks up to Lena slowly, a pencil ready with three arms holding the parchment up. “I’m sure you understand everyone has things they need to tough out: to have someone mention them so casually might hurt.”

Rob nods, “We know.”

Ic3peak stops right before Lena, eyes boring into her for a second before it lets out a low grunt —nose cranky when it sniffs her; and then it stops, looking down at the parchment and lifting an expert hand up, tracing quickly.

Grunting again, the stands shows the design to its user first, and then to Lena.

A grinning mouth with a finger over it in a gesture of silence.

“Oh,” Rob starts the explanation, voice low with sadness. “This one… The classical silence; a life so demanding where a family made it clear that the game was about listening to everyone; the price to pay was craving to be heard.”

Lena shakes her head, “I’m sorry, Rob, but I wouldn’t get that. “I’m...” she looks on, although her gaze seems to go far away than that room. “Still recovering.”

Rob nods, speaking a bit louder so he can bring her back. “I understand! So, what about this next one?”

Icep3ak moves to stand between the couple, sniffing both now for a couple of seconds before it repeats the same action from before; this time, however, it discards the parchment onto the small bag hanging around its waist, retrieving another parchment were it quickly sketches something that’s shown to Rob in a matter of seconds.

Rob lights up, grinning like a schoolgirl. “Ah, yes! Your love!”

Ic3peak turns to show the couple the sketch of a small potted aloe vera plant.

“Aloe means healing, protecting and affection —I can see you’ve done a lot of healing together. Besides, just the way you look at each other makes me feel kinda jealous.” The tattoo artist clears his throat, proceeding with his explanation. “I’d suggest you get it on your neck —it’s gonna look pretty and you’ll get to match every time unless you wear turtlenecks, which in my opinion suck. But that’s not the point; whaddaya think?”

Giorno looks down at his wife again, finding her reaching out to Ic3peak. Ever so gently, she asks if she can have the parchment and the stand, with its eyes glowing a gentler shade of purple, gives it up.

“Baby…” she mumbles, leaning on his chest with the parchment in her hands; the sketch fully displayed for both of them to see. “I think this suits us.”

Giorno hums, tracing a finger above the ink almost as if he’s thinking about the way it’d look on both of them. Gazing at her again, he mumbles his answer. “What if we wait until this first tattoo heals? Besides, the neck is one of the most painful areas.”

“I know,” Lena hums, nodding to herself. She puts the parchment on her lap, careful with the way she does it. “I think this is a big yes.”

Rob nods this time, grinning. “You have my number, call me when you want. By the way, does he know?”

Giorno’s quick to reply, “Know what?”

Rob’s mouth hangs open in surprise —even his stand disappears suddenly. And he fiddles, moving uncontrollably until he manages to sit like a normal person and stand up, nervously walking into the back again. “You have something to talk about and I wanna give privacy sooooo! I’m leaving —” before he disappears through the curtain, he adds something else. “Just don’t do ‘the do’!”

When Ungrateful by Escape the Fate starts blasting from the back, Giorno turns to Lena, eyebrow arched in wonder and curiosity. “Is there something I should know, doll?”

Lena looks around, shrugging and smiling innocently. Pulling away, she stands up, that same smile and mischievousness present as she comes closer again.

Squinting slightly, Giorno moves along her, spreading his legs further so she can sit in one of his thighs only: without having to put her legs all across his lap (although he had wished so, the situation and place were not the right ones).

One of her arms ends up comfortably draped around his neck with the pads of her fingers resting against the ends of his hair, which rest by the nape of his neck. Her free hand snakes around his left arm, bringing it up to her face.

She inspects the tattoo around his wrist —two perpendicular black lines, united by one hydrangea in the outside of his wrist; there is enough space for a third line. The hydrangea is detailed enough to stand out from the simplicity of the two lines.

“Gio.” She calls and Giorno looks up from their hands, directly into her eyes. “Do you think this tattoo—” she brings his attention back to the tattoo around his wrist, pressing her open palm against his, “Would look good on me?”

The gears in Giorno’s head turn at the speed of light, realization failing into him with a deep, sudden; “Oh.” And a smirk makes its way to his lips, lifting the corners of them and letting his dimples stand out. Even the light in his eyes grows. “So you want to get this for the twins, too?”

Lena hums, grinning. Intertwining her fingers with his, she looks into his eyes again. “What do you think?”

“It’d look beautiful —not just because it’s you, but because of its meaning. If that’s how things are, then I’d be more than happy to see you get it too but…” he sighs, “Don’t you think it’s too sudden? We don’t know how you’ll do with the one on your thigh.”

She nods, looking around briefly before she’s looking at him again. “You’re right, but I’m positive I can take it.”

Giorno nods, unsure if he should protest, but knowing she has to test the waters first. It’s just normal for her to think so and if she can’t take it, Giorno’s positive she will let him know.

“Okay,” he nods, closing his eyes along with his nod. When his eyes open again, he looks back at her, giving her a soft, understanding smile. “I’m with you.”

Lena leans in, smiling and mumbling into his lips: “Thank you, babe.” Before delivering a quick and sweet peck to his lips.

“So…” Rob comes out, black gloves held tightly in their package and a grin stretched across his face. “Are we ready? I… Just got everything set up.”

Giorno nods and Lena stands up with Giorno following her. He stands before her, shielding her as she fixes her shorts again —masking his intentions with a genuine question.

“Rob, is it okay if I—”

“Yep, yep, Giovanna! You can be there, after all, it’s going to be a hard session; I estimate eight good hours, so!—”  he closes his eyes, leaning sideways so he can ‘look’ at Lena, even if she’s done with her shorts. “What kind of music do you like, ma’am? When these kinds of long sessions happen, I like to play the client’s favorite music.”

Lena smiles and Giorno pats Rob in the back, letting him know it’s okay to open his eyes.

“Escape the Fate is okay for now —In fact, I think your music will be more than okay.”

Rob grins, chuckling as he gestures over at the artist stations.

“And Rob?”

“Yeah, Mrs. Giovanna?” he looks over his shoulder, looking back as soon as they make eye contact.

“Thank you.”

Rob shakes his head, smiling. “If there’s something this beast of man taught me,” he points at Giorno like it’s nothing, dropping his hand right after. “Is that being a gentleman costs nothing.”

“Most men think that will melt their masculinity.” Giorno comments, eyes momentarily glued to the perfect replica of ‘The Colossus’ by Francisco Goya, too.

Rob snorts, “Well, they can gladly fuck off. If you ask me, women deserve way better.”

Lena nods, agreeing silently.

“Well,” Rob stands aside, holding a black curtain up for the couple to come into the room first, “This is the Valhalla; the place AC/DC were talking about when they halfway to it; the emancipation of expression; the sexy bitch David Guetta was talking about; the Oasis from Ready Player One; the miraculous LadyBug wishes she could have; Gojo’s Domain Expansion… This is my station.”

Giorno and Lena look into each other’s eyes, puzzled expressions mending together as Rob comes in after them, dropping the curtain.

“Your… Station is cool, Rob.” Lena looks on, trying to find the right words to say after his sudden speech —even if she’s on it, she’s genuinely amazed with the manga panels from different series and franchises that cover every inch of the walls. In the center of it, framed in a deep green frame, Pink Dark Boy’s anime announcement poster. Its colors stand out —but the cherry on top is the noticeable firm at the corner.

“So,” Giorno grins, plotting. “Pink Dark Boy is your new hyperfixation?”

Rob grins, turning to the couple. “Yeah! I’m really excited about the anime!” he walks up to the poster, carefully patting it twice. “This bad boy was signed by Kishibe-sensei! ‘S my baby.”

“I see,” Giorno nods, shooting a compliant smile to his wife, whose expression is the same when Rob turns to both of them in a quick motion.

“Oh for fucks sake, you know him?!”

“Yep!” Lena speaks up as Giorno chuckles, nodding along. “He’s a good friend of ours.”

“I could always get you a signed manga collection, if you want to.” Giorno offers, sitting down at the couch, where his view of the tattoo chair is clear.

Rob sighs, grinning dreamily. “Dude, I could kiss you right now.” He raises a finger, imitating Jack Sparrow’s tone and voice. “But nope.” He drops the act now, gesturing to Lena and then at the tattoo chair. “I’d be forever grateful with you guys, this series means a lot to me… On a personal level, Kishibe’s work makes everything better.”

Lena nods, humming as Giorno listens only. “We understand,” she and Giorno share a look. “We’ll do our best to get you that, and probably more.”

Rob nods, going silent: however, he still walks around with a smile, getting ready.

“Oh,” he lights up, looking at Lena with a wide grin. “I will ask again because I am a compassive man; what kind of music do you like, ma’am?”

Giorno smirks, knowing the answer and predicting Rob’s reaction already.

“Metal, rock and its subgenres; in fact, I like a little bit of everything, but not nightcore.”

Rob claps twice, looking over at Giorno, just like he thought it’d be. “You just became my favorite customers!”

Giorno laughs —the sound rumbles through his chest as he throws his head back and his dimples stand out. His wife chuckles, shaking her head.

“’Kay,” Rob comes to a stop beside his laptop, which is connected to the studio’s speakers. “Anything to start? I’ll play a playlist with diverse music, but I gotta give you the honor for the first song, ma’am.”

Lena looks up, tracing her lip with a finger, deep in thought for a moment. “Let’s see… ‘RX overdrive’ by Crossfaith.”

Rob nods, typing. “Don’t know them, but I’ll do soon; anything else?”

Lena grins, looking at Giorno: he returns the smile, winking as he finishes her sentence.

“Motionless in white and she’ll be more than happy, Rob.”

Rob chuckles, “First; those guys are really good and two; please stop finishing each other’s sentences, it's cute but terrifying.”

The couple chuckles as the chosen song starts playing.

Rob takes the transfer paper with the design already there, coming to a stop before Lena and inspecting the table with the sealed inks and equipment before turning to take a look at the area he’s going to work in; and he nods to himself, mumbling. “Hmh, just gotta prepare the skin.”

Rob looks up, grinning as he looks down to cut open the glove’s packaging, taking them out and putting them on. “Alright, ready? I hope you had a proper breakfast, cause this shit’s about to get real.”

Lena nods, smiling. Turning to Giorno she gives him a thumbs up that he corresponds with the mumbling of a ‘you’ve got this.’

Six hours later, after a few breaks to take a deep breath, manage the pain, bathroom breaks and a food break, Rob leans back, sighing with a wide smile through his mask. “We’re done with this piece, Lena.” He takes a moment, still not used to calling her by her name.

Lena hums, sighing tiredly. “Good, are you still up for the other?”

Giorno stands up, coming to a stop a meter before them so he doesn’t contaminate anything, just in case. “Wait, are you sure you can take it?”

Lena nods, looking between the two males as she responds. “It didn’t hurt that much, but I did get tired from being in the chair.”

“Fair enough,” Rob looks back at Giorno, giving him a kind and calmer smile. “If she’s up to it, me too.”

Giorno looks back at Lena, nodding after a moment of looking into her eyes, noticing her strength and resolve.

“Alright.”

Rob nods, straightening his back, cleaning the area before putting on bandages.

“Okay, Lena. I must warn you first; the wrist does hurt. So…” he retrieves the paper with the transfer paper with the other design. “Feel free to ask for breaks; it might be faster, since it’s a smaller design and I already did it for your hubby over there; but I understand all people are different. Anytime you need a break, just say it.”

Lea nods, giving him a bright smile. “Thank you, Rob.”

‘Hail to the king’ by Avenged Sevenfold starts playing with its characteristic riff —and so Rob starts working on the next piece, a grin on his face and a sigh from Lena’s part as Giorno calls Trish in search of updates about the boys.

7: 23 PM.

“Come back soon! We can go out and drink something!” Rob waves, grinning and, gasping, he adds; “I wanna meet your twins, please let me know when you—” he looks at Lena, “Heal those tattoos. ‘Kay?”

Helena grins, bright and kind; “Of course, Rob!”

Rob nods, agreeing and, clasping his hands together, he tilts his head to the side, exaggerating his gestures. “And please, please, please let me tattoo you something that represents your relationship!”

“We will, Rob —thank you.” Giorno nods as he responds and Lena waves when the Hummer H2 pulls into the street followed by Westwood’s vehicle.

Silence settles in, filled only with the rhythmical tune of ‘Pray for me’ by The Weeknd as Giorno focuses on driving and Lena, by his side, looks down at the wrappings around her wrist and thigh.

Not so long after the The Weeknd’s voice fills the silence Giorno looks over, stealing a glance at his wife. Letting a smirk reach his lips as he looks on, he asks: “Looking good, hm, baby?”

Lena looks up, a sudden blush covering her cheeks and lighting up the few freckles under her eyes. “Yeah! I mean, I love them and… I think they suit me.”

“Of course you look good, Helena.” He slows down just so he can look into her eyes for a moment before looking forward, adding in a gentle tone. “You always look good, whatever you wear… Or don’t.”

Lena snorts, nodding. “Alright, I get it —I guess this is your way of asking what’s on my mind, right?”

Giorno’s smirk widens; a silent affirmation.

“I’m just…” she gestures around, vague and almost as if she’s trying to figure it out. “You know,” she grimaces, “These can get infected if I don’t take great care of them.”

Giorno nods, finishing her sentence for her, seeing her struggling. “You’re worried about an infection. But if I may say, in the hypothetical case you do it the normal way, then I’m sure you’d take care of them just right, because…” he gestures at her with his hand, putting said hand back into the gear shifter. “I mean; it’d be an irony for someone in the medical field to get that.”

“Woah, woah, hold on there, Giobaby.” She raises her hands up, confused and curious at once. “What do you mean by ‘hypothetical’?”

Giorno grins, looking at her through the corner of his eye. “Ups?”

“’Ups’ my ova—“

“Let me explain, doll,” he chuckles, low and full of fun. “Every time I’ve gotten a new tattoo, Bocelli’s stand gets me something to make the healing process faster; say a normal person’s tattoo was gonna take a whole week in the healing process, mine takes less: four or three days. Doesn’t really hurt and the wrappings are not needed: just your normal hydration routine.”

Lena nods, shooting back a question. “And why did the twin’s tattoo heal in more time? Why didn’t Bocelli help with that one too?”

Giorno shakes his head, “The date... Coincided with one he’s still hurting over.”

Silence settles in again.

“I forgot.” Lena whispers after a while, looking through the window. Perhaps saddened.

“Hey—” Giorno murmurs, letting Gold Experience’s arm manifest and take the gear shifter as his hand reaches over, taking hers carefully. “It’s okay.” He looks on, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles carefully, avoiding her wrist so he doesn’t hurt her. “The thing is that Bocelli will come home today and help you heal them faster: infections are completely out of the way with this method.”

Lena nods, leaning over until her lips touch his cheek, holding his hand. Scooting closer to the edge of her seat, she takes a moment to unclip her seatbelt and sit at the edge of her seat just to lean her head onto the Don’s shoulder.

“Panni and Trish have been with the boys all day; do you think we can cook something to make up for that?”

Giorno hums, stopping by a red light and turning to her, he dips his head down, stealing a slow kiss from her. “Takeout or cooking night?”

Helena grins into Giorno’s lips, taking a kiss from him before she pulls back, putting her seatbelt back on. “Cooking night?”

“Cooking night. Arroz con leche?”

Lena nods, smiling —until a yawn interrupts her and she covers her mouth with her hand, straightening her back in an attempt to trick her system and forget about the sleepiness.

Giorno’s eyebrow arches, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Why don’t you take a nap? I’ll wake you up once we’re home.”

“Mhm.” Giving him a small smile, Lena shits again, taking her —his— denim jacket off and turning again to lean her seat back, she unclips her seatbelt and shifts back again until she’s laying down into the seat, covering her legs with Giorno’s denim jacket.

“Babe.” Giorno chuckles in amusement, looking over as the red light comes again and he makes sure the flashers are on. “We can stop and let you climb into the back.”

“Mhm, ‘m okay here. Jus’ need a nap.”

“Alright, aright.” Intending to take the gear shifter with his own hand, Giorno’s heart melts when she grasps his hand, holding it as she drifts off.

Only then, when the silence in the car is evident, filled only with the soft murmur of the music in the USB coming to an end Giorno stops it, letting only a comfortable silence linger he notices the way the sunset has started to paint the buildings and people around in warm colors: from reds and oranges to yellows: everything’s bathed into strong and comforting colors.

Looking down to make sure his wife is not bothered by it, he instead finds a better image.

Features relaxed and hair sprawled under her head, it's only her hair the one under the warm light, turning into a mix of blond and red hairs framing her.

Like a halo, he thinks, before Westwood speaks up through the radio, bringing his attention back.

“My god, Lena, please write down that recipe! It’s so good!”

Lena chuckles, raising a finger in a ‘wait’ signal before she disappears inside, leaving Giorno and Bocelli with the twins and a confused Trish by the door.

“What is she doing?” Bocelli mumbles, glancing down at Jovi, who’s drifting off.

“You’ll see.”

Walking up to the door, Lena lifts a small container up —Trish reacts out of surprise, holding her hands forward and taking the glass container from Lena, she lifts it and inspecting its contents, her face lights up as soon as realization hits her.

“But Lena! I can’t accept this —I mean, is this okay for you?”

She waves it off, “Please accept it as a gift, plus, I’ll send you the recipe soon.”

Trish chuckles, shaking her head. “Okay, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah! Send me a text to plan it all?”

“Sure!” Trish walks down the stairs, turning when she seems to remember something. “We gave them a bath, that’s why they are so sleepy!”

Giorno nods, letting a rare smile show. “Thank you, Trish.”

Trish waves goodbye one last time, walking down the stairs and into the backseat of Fugo’s car.

Waving them off, Bocelli stays by the door until Fugo’s Cadillac disappears from the mansion’s doors.

“Well,” the old man comes back in, holding the boy closer now that he’s asleep. “You should put them to bed so we can take a look at your tattoos and get Type O Negative to work.”

“Of course. And Enzo?” Taking Jovi from him, Lena gifts him a kind, warm smile.

“Yes, Donna?”

“Thank you for coming.”

Bocelli bows his head, sitting down on the couch —reaching up to the necklace hidden under his suit. Pulling it out, he holds both items between his fingers; a heart shaped locket and a ring.

“Lena.” Giorno calls and Bocelli looks up, startled with his presence. “I’ll put them to bed, you can take a shower just so you can be ready for the procedure; that would be the best, no?”

Bocelli looks up, almost grateful for Giorno —had it not been for his intervention, he’d be drowning in his memories.

“Yes.” He looks at Lena now, letting his necklace fall, unbothered about hiding it. “Just follow your artist’s instructions.”

She nods, walking up to Giorno and mumbling something before both walk upstairs.

“Well,” a green haze surrounds Bocelli as his stand, a group of small creatures dressed in green nurse uniforms appear around him and in different spots of the living room. “We’ve got work to do, Dermatologist.”

The chosen one stands up, running up from his spot on the coffee table and stopping by Bocelli’s feet, it jumps until it lands on his thigh, nodding frantically.

“Let’s wait for our patient, shall we?”

“Yeah, about that —I’m pretty sure the Foundation will need to look around for doctors and specialists.” Giorno’s voice is laid back as he speaks up and Lena gets to hear while she walks downstairs, dressed in a comfortable black silk nightdress.

“When the time comes I will lend her a hand, don’t worry.”

“Gentlemen, can we take a break from work?” Stopping by the couch Giorno’s sitting in, Lena smiles at the men as they look up at her.

“Of course, Donna. Let’s talk about your treatment instead —I have an update regarding this.”

Giorno gestures over, draping an arm over the back of the couch when Lena sits down by his side.

The Dermatologist jumps into Bocelli’s shoulder, bowing at the couple in a silent greeting while its user explains. “We’ve made this treatment effective enough to be able to heal overnight; however, the effect won’t kick in as it did before. Do we know what prolonged release is?”

“Yeah,” Lena speaks up. “When a dose of medication is administered but its release in our system’s slower, extending the period of administration. It can help when we want to reduce the possible side effects. Pretty effective.”

Bocelli nods, “That’s what we are doing.”

Giorno speaks up this time, not so versed in the medical language. “So this means she’ll get to heal overnight without having to be put to sleep right now, when your stand’s starts working?”

“Indeed, Gio.” The old man nods again. “If you agree, we can start now. I’ll leave as soon as we are done.”

Giorno stays silent, looking over at his wife; any decision she takes, he will support it.

Finally, Lena responds. “One condition; it’s late and I don’t want to risk any of you. Please stay over for the night —the guest’s room is there for you.”

Bocelli chuckles, eyes lighting up with the Donna’s kindness. “That’s fair. So,” The Dermatologist jumps from his shoulder and Bocelli’s hand is there for it to stand on his palm. “Shall we start?”

“Sure.” Shifting, unsure of what to do, Lena just watches as the small specialist runs up to her, climbing onto the couch and running up to her.

“First,” Bocelli scoots closer, inspecting the thigh where the lion’s head is. “This one. It’s a big piece, since it covers all your thigh.” He looks back, looking between them. “But nothing we can’t fix.”

The Dermatologist’s little hands inspect the area too, nodding after a moment. Calling for the nurses at the other side of the room, the small creatures rush over too, circling her.

After a moment of inspecting, the Dermatologist reaches a hand out to the closest nurse, who fiddles for a moment until another nurse passes a small potted cream.

Looking up at Lena, the Dermatologists motions her over. It gestures multiple times until Lena looks back at Giorno, unable to understand.

Giorno, in the same situation, looks over at Bocelli. “Something wrong?”

“Oh no,” the old man shakes his head. “It’s just warning you they will start the procedure now.”

“Oh.” Giorno and Lena nod, both in acknowledgment and realization.

The Dermatologist’s hands take a small portion of the cream, starting to apply it in circular motions; first in just a small area to see and taste for any side effects or discomfort. When it looks up and Lena nods in silent consent, it keeps going.

When both tattoos are covered and Lena yawns, leaning into Giorno’s shoulder, the old man hums in approval.

“There it is —it’s starting.” He looks down, accompanied by the Dermatologist, who nods and jumps in excitement.

“Thank you, Enzo.” Giorno’s free hand reaches out for a handshake that Bocelli accepts.

“Always a pleasure, Gio. Now,” he groans when he stands up, watching the Dermatologist and the nurse run up to him and disappear in a green haze. “If you excuse me, I am in need of a long night of sleep.”

“Of course, let me show you the way.” Lena pulls back, sitting straight so Giorno can stand up —until they’re cut off by Bocelli, who’s glancing at them through kind, warm eyes.

“No need, I know the way. Please take care of her and rest.”

Lena looks up, smiling through her tiredness. “We will, thank you. Sleep well, Bocelli. I hope the boys don’t wake you up at night.”

“Don’t worry about that, I love them as if they were my grandsons…” he trails off as realization hits him, but keeps going on trying to pretend he wasn’t taken off guard by his own comment. “I wouldn’t be bothered by them; if anything, please let me know if there’s something I can do for them.”

“Of course.”

By the time he goes back to bed after checking the security cameras, the locked doors, the guards and making sure the boys are asleep and safe, Giorno finally opens the door to their shared bedroom, closing it behind his back with a tired sigh.

Tiptoeing to the bed, he sits on his side, taking his shirt off and letting it by the bedside before he’s rolling into his side of the bed —an arm reaching out to her. Finding the warmth of her body and the deep curve of her waist, he pulls her closer, humming when she shifts to mend into his body, passing an arm around his hip.

Dipping his head down blindly, he gets to press a soft kiss against her temple, mumbling into her hair; “Lena?”

She murmurs some sort of acknowledgment, mixed words in two languages —loving and wondering, still.

Giorno shits, humming low as his mouth finds her neck. There, he presses another small lingering kiss; voice barely a whisper but oh so deep and tired at once when he mumbles. “I think there is something we left unfinished… This morning.”

Lena hums, agreeing as her arm runs up and down his hip and thigh, sincere caresses given through clumpy hands. “Mhm, ‘s right.”

“But…” he murmurs once again, rolling onto his back and bringing her along with him in a sudden wave of strength, wrapping her in his arms until he shifts again until he’s in the middle of the bed. Only then he lets go, keeping his hands on her back and hip, holding her there; Lena then shifts, getting comfortable on top of him.

Only when she hums approvingly he finishes his sentence. “We’re all worn out —might as well finish that later.”

“Please.” Lena barely pronounces, ear presses into the place his heart rests, lulled by the rhythmical tune of it.

Giorno hums again, giving into his need to sleep. With one last glance into the baby monitor and Lena’s sigh, he finally closes his eyes, falling into deep slumber.

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Chronostasis + “If the world was ending”

This is the 19th Oneshot for the Valentines Day Event, thank you so much to @purplefrost21 for requesting Chrono! I went ahead and picked a song, I hope this is okay! If you would like something different, feel free to message me!!

Starting now, I will also be splitting the writings into paragraphs, thank you to the anon who requested this, I appreciate it!

**Also, I wrote the hassaikai how I usually write it, slightly edited cause, ~plot reasons~ Overhaul will be not OOC, but a decent person and yeah**

Warnings- Pregnancy, allusions to iNtiMaCy but obviously no actual smut cause I don’t write it, eensy teensy amount of suggestiveness i gUess??? Not really?? idk but i’ll put it here anyway

Character: Chronostasis x reader

It’s been one year since you and Chrono had decided to call it quits. It’s also been one year since you decided to leave the hassaikai. You had known Chrono since you were 18, you had been down on your luck and had no where to go. That is until Pops found you and brought you in. You were quick to make friends with Chrono, matching his teasing and laid back personality nicely with your own. Four years later and you and Chrono’s friendship had developed into a different type of relationship. 

You often spent your nights together, sneaking around and keeping your relationship under wraps. You loved Chrono, in every sense of the word. You had given him your everything and he had given you his. You both were deeply and madly in love with each other, and you both could honestly see yourselves with each other for the rest of your lives. 

At least, that was the plan...”I think we need to break up.” You remember how the sound of your heart cracking echoed in your ears, your chest felt like 2 tons had been dropped onto your lungs, and time slowed to a pitiful stop. “...what?” He sighed as he took your hands into his, head hung low as he neglected to look you in the eye. “...The hassaikai isn’t what it used to be, it’s not safe for us to have a relationship anymore...I’m sorry Y/n, but I don’t think we should see each other anymore, any pursuit of a relationship would only be a distraction, it’s best if we...don’t see each other any more.” You hastily brought your sleeve to your eye to wipe the tears that had started to fall, trying to keep a smile on your face as you nodded.

 “...okay..” Chrono’s eyes widened, “Are you su-” “Yes.” You patted his knee as you stood, walking to the door of his room, giving him one last ‘smile’, “Good bye Hari.” You left his room, walking to your own and closing your door with a sigh. You sat down on your bed, hands grasping your knees as your sobs broke through, wet tears sliding down your face and onto the jeans you wore. You sat there, painful realization after realization came crashing down on you. ‘we’re done’..’he broke up with me’...’I-I have to do this alone’....’I can’t stay here.’ 

You hiccuped as your eyes widened, you stood and moved to kneel beside your bed, dragging your old suitcase out from under your bed. You packed as much as you could into it- not like you had much, before you rolled it to sit beside your door. You walked out and headed towards Overhaul’s office. You knocked on the door and entered when you heard a ‘come in’. You walked in and stood in front of his desk. “L/n..what can I do for you?” He leaned his chin on his fist as his elbow sat his his desk, his gold eyes looking as bored as they usually do. 

“I’m sorry for the short notice, but i’m going to have to leave the compound for awhile..” His eyebrows raised as he sat up straight. “..Are you wanting to leave the Hassaikai?” You shook your head, “No, but, I’m going to need some time away...I’m pregnant.” He slowly nodded, “Maternity leave?” You nodded as you kept your gaze towards the floor, “Very well, I’ll give you an assignment further away, one that’ll keep you out of the field.” You nodded, saying a quiet ‘thank you’ as he wrote down the information/permissions you’d need.

 You turned to leave, but before you could he spoke. “...does he know..?” You shook your head, “...no...but..I...I think it’s better if he doesn’t..not yet anyway...” He hummed as he sighed, “Well, if that’s what you think is best, you’re dismissed.” You nodded as you opened the door and left, walking to your room to get your suitcase before you left.

It’s been a year since you last saw Chrono. You had tried to let him go, to forget and leave him in the past. But that was a lot harder than you had originally anticipated. Because you still loved him. You would have thought that after a year of not having seen him after he broke up with you, you’d be able to leave him in the past. But you couldn’t. Cries took you out of your critical thinking. You shook yourself out of it before walking over to your little boy, Hayato. He was only 3 months, so he was still little...and quite the crier..But no matter how many sleepless nights or mini breakdowns you might have trying to get him to sleep, your entire heart belonged to your son, your little Hayato. 

You came in and softly spoke to your crying baby, softly picking him up and holding him by his bottom, softly cradling his head where it laid on your shoulder. You slowly swayed side to side as you held him, softly humming as you did this. His cries subsided, soft little *cute* hiccups escaping his small body as you rubbed his back. Sometimes nothing was wrong, he just needed to be held, comforted...you knew the feeling. You cuddled him for a little longer before you felt him calm down, and seeing as it was 10 past midnight, you set him down in his crib, making sure his stuffed elephant was close by. 

Giving his forehead one last kiss you walked out of his room, cracking the door and going to the kitchen to finish making the tea you were going to drink. Blowing on the hot cup you sat down on the couch, turning so you could look out the tall windows that were almost floor to ceiling. You only had a few lights on so the view of the city at night was clear. You sighed as you brought the tea cup to your mouth, taking a slow sip while your feet came up onto the couch with you. You sat there in the silence, the buzzing of various electronics in the background and the occasional sound of your sips the only noise filling the room. You smiled as you took a peak at the baby monitor you kept on the small end table, your little baby snuggling the small animal your boss, a good friend of Pops, gifted your son when he was born.

 All things considered, you were doing quite well for yourself. You had a high paying job as an assistant for a, despite being a hassaikai leader, kind boss who gave you a few months off to care for your child. You were able to live off compound in a good school district in a nice safe area. You were set on giving your baby the best life you could, the life you never got to have. *Knock knock* You slowly set the cup down on the table, moving the baby monitor into a drawer (you always made sure to hide it when ever business partners or anyone work related came, your sons safety was your utmost priority). You walked to the door and took a look through the peep hole, when you did your heart sped up, heart sinking to your gut. Because the man on the other side of the door was someone you didn’t expect to see for a long, long time.

**2 hours ago in the Shie Hassaikai base**

Chrono groaned as he sat down in the couch in Overhaul’s office, mask sitting beside him on the couch as he leaned his head back to rest against the back of the couch. “You look dead.” Chrono scoffed as his hand came to rub at his eyes. “Gee thanks, I really needed to hear that. I almost forgot my life sucked- thanks for the reminder.” Overhaul shrugged, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. “...When was the last time you saw her?” 

Chrono sighed, “....when she left the hassaikai...I haven’t heard from her since..I screwed up bad.” Overhaul now sighed as he reopened his eyes, turning his gaze to Chrono. “I’d say...” Chrono shot a glare towards his friend, Overhaul simply shrugging. “....she asked me not to tell you, but seeing as you’re miserable and I know you, i’m going to tell you anyways...” Chrono raised an eyebrow as Overhaul stood from his desk, leaning down to write something on a small piece of paper. He walked over to the couch, tossing the paper onto the couch beside his friend. 

Chrono picked it up, eyes narrowing as it listed an apartment complex and a suite number. “..The heck is this?” Overhaul walked back to his desk and sat down. “Her address....I’d prepare myself if I were you, she’s not the only one you left behind.” Chrono narrowed his eyes at the man, “What do you-” “Tell me Kurono, why did you think she suddenly left, to do office work nonetheless, right after you broke up with her?” Chrono looked down, “I’m not sure....I figured she was mad, upset..figured she just didn’t want to see me anymore.” Overhaul hummed, “Well, that’s partly true, but no. She left because she wasn’t the only one she had to look after anymore.”

 Chrono looked towards Overhaul, “...what are you saying?” Overhaul frowned (yes he’s still wearing a mask cHill) “..I’m saying there’s someone else in the picture now, your picture.” Like a flip being switched his eyes shot open. “...I got her pregnant..” “Bingo.” “...and I broke up with her..” “Yup.” “..I have a son i’ve never met..” “Or daughter.” Chrono glared at Overhaul, who was finding the situation unnervingly amusing. “We can keep bantering back and forth or you can go, I don’t care either way, but I do have work to do.” 

Shakily sighing Chrono stood, walking to the door. Turning around he looked to his old friend, “...thank you.” Overhaul waved him off with a sigh, “Thank me when you finally get your life back together.” Grinning Chrono walked out of the office, paper in hand and heart filled with determination. He was going to make this right.

**Back to present time**

Undoing the chain and bolt you unlocked the door. “...Hari..?” Everything he had prepared to say flew out the window when he saw you. You looked different..not in a bad way, but he could tell you had matured. You had your hair pulled back and held loosely by a clip, you were wearing a loose t-shirt and some leggings. “..Y/n..” You both stared at each other, neither one believing that the other was actually there. Snapping yourself out of your daze you spoke, “Uhm, what are you doing here? Not that it’s not great to see you! I just- I didn’t expect you to be...here..” 

He nodded, hands going into his pockets to hide how shaky they had become. “..I....I needed to talk to you...I need make things right.” You looked at him with a nervous expression, arms coming to cross in front of your chest, not in anger or frustration but to try to ground yourself. “I love you Y/n, and I don’t know what was going through my head when I broke up with you, but please believe me when I tell you it was the stupidest thing i’ve ever done. I never stopped loving you either, when I ended things it was because I thought it was the best thing to do at the time, I thought you deserved better...I didn’t think I could give you better...I’m so sorry. I was selfish and I hurt you and i’m so sorry.”

 You started to tear up, one of your hands coming up to wipe the tears that escaped. Shaking your head you gave him a small smile. “I never hated you...I don’t think I can. And I definitely never stopped loving you...This past year has been harder than you know, well, you might, you don’t look too good.” Chrono just chuckled as he shook his head, you lightly laughing. “..Just promise you won’t do that again..? I don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want to do this alone anymore either.” He looked confused for a second. “Wait here...there’s someone who wants to meet you.” 

His heart sped up as you walked back to your sons room, him walking into the small entryway and shutting/locking the door behind him. He wring his hands together, heart rate speeding up and his mind racing. He took a shaky breath in as you walked out of the room, but it caught in his throat when his dark eyes met identical ones. His gulped as he looked up to see you, silently asking for permission. Smiling you walked over to him, gently holding you- well, the two of you’s son out to him. He very carefully brought his son into his arms, holding him with his left as his right softly traced over his small features.

 He almost broke when his son latched onto his finger, he smiled towards his son, shoulders shaking as he held back tears. “His name is Hayato.” He looked to you and smiled, before looking back down to his little baby. “Hi Hayato...it’s nice to meet you...sorry i’m a little late...daddy was busy being an idiot.” He playfully glared when you said ‘Yeah he was’ before softening his look when he returned his gaze to Hayato. “But i’m here now...and I’m never going away again..I promise you that.” He looked up to you, meeting your glassy e/c eyes with his own gray ones. “Both of you.”

 After a good hour of holding his son you both put him to bed. Slowly cracking his door closed once again, you both moved to sit in the family room. But before he could sit you softly grabbed his arm. He turned around, stumbling when you threw yourself towards him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as he possibly could, head nuzzling into your shoulder. “...I was really scared you’d never come back...when you left, I knew I screwed up big time, but I thought you needed your space...but shoot, if I had known you were pregnant-” You shook your head, pulling away to look him in the eyes, hands coming to rest on his chest while his remained on your waist.

 “No, that parts my fault, and don’t even refute it...I didn’t tell you because I thought it would hold you back...that I would hold you back..and I didn’t want to keep you in a relationship you wouldn’t be happy in...but he’s your son, I should have told you.” He leaned down to rest his forehead back on your shoulder. He sighed as he chuckled, “We both made some pretty dumb choices, let’s leave it at that.” You laughed, cradling his head and running your fingers, carefully, through his hair.

 You were just enjoying the moment when  he started to softly kiss your shoulder, before he stood to his normal height and kissed your lips. His hands moved down to your hips, yours around his neck when you pulled away. “Uh uh, I know where this is going- I just had a kid 3 months ago, the last thing I need is another one!” Shrugging he leaned down to kiss your cheek, you almost gave in to the moment, caught up in the sheer romance of the gesture before he leaned closer to your ear, “The more the merrier~” Him laughing when you squealed as he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

You started to slap his back in protest before he ‘gently’ set you down on your bed, him climbing to the side of you to pull you in close, holding you like at any moment he’d wake up, this having all been a cruel dream. But when you wrapped your arms around him and burrowed into his chest he knew, he wasn’t too late. And as he drifted off to sleep that night, with you finally back in his arms, he couldn’t help but think that maybe it was luck, or even fate, but whatever it was that brought you back together, Chrono knew he would always find his way back to you.

“If the world was ending You'd come over, right?”