#when we get farther into the story i would absolutely love to do a deep dive into elias's mindset

[sniflig]

Oh hey I missed this feature. Hiiii!!! Helloooo!! I've been wondering, what is Theos current mindset about his brother? I know obviously he doesn't LIKE him, but is he still holding out a little hope, even if subconsciously, that one day Elias will accept Theo for who he is, and stop being such a jackass, or has theo fully accepted the mindset of "No this dude is evil, die."

Hi!!!! Ohhh this is such a good question. I think a lot of what you said is pretty spot on, Theo is very conflicted but still has some sort of hope that Elias is good.

A lot of what he's feeling is fear. He's afraid that Elias will never see him for who he really is (which, at this point of the story, even Theo isn't too sure of what that is yet), but he's also afraid of Elias. Theo's fear of Elias will be explored more in the comic in the future, but for now I'm pretty comfortable saying outright that Theo is afraid of him without it being a spoiler. He doesn't think he's outright evil, which scares him even more. He doesn't know how bad it really is. It's hard to really accept that a family member you've known all your life is something else entirely, and I don't think Theo is mature enough yet in the story to have accepted it. (And, he hasn't even seen the extent of Elias's issues. Nor has the audience.)

[trillscienceofficer]

This is going to be long, but I want to describe an example of how misogynistic behavior can run way deeper than a “if only Rick Berman hadn't been there...” meme. And I want to do it by analyzing one of the most notorious stories about him, to boot.

We know Berman was personally responsible for forcing Terry Farrell to quit the show ever since “The Fifty-Years Mission: The Next 25 Years” was published in 2016, and Terry Farrell laid out her side of the story there:

According to Farrell, when her Deep Space Nine contract was expiring following the end of season six, she requested that she appear in fewer episodes, noting the sheer number of regular and recurring characters featured on the show, which would allow her to work fewer hours.

TERRY FARRELL: Basically [Rick Berman] was trying to bully me into saying yes. He was convinced that my cards were going to fold and I was going to sign up. He had [another] producer come up to me and say, “If you weren’t here, you know you’d be working at Kmart.” I was, like, “What the hell are you talking about? I had a career before this. Why the hell would I be working at Kmart? Who are you?” Just to be jerky, he’d call me in my trailer: “Have you been thinking about it yet? Are you going to sign?” Like, right before I had a scene. It was that kind of thing. Rick Berman said I was hardballing him, and I was, like, “I’m not. I just want to have a conversation. You’re giving me a take-it-or-leave-it offer and I’m not okay with that.” So I finally did have a conversation with him and asked to cut down my number of episodes or just let me out.

In the same book, Berman obviously denies everything:

To say that this woman was let go is absolutely ridiculous. She was not fired. She requested to not be in all the episodes. She wanted to be a recurring character. You can’t be in a situation on our shows where somebody is just going to do seven out of thirteen. I love that people, including some of these actors, love to think that I had all this power. The studio basically said “no way.” She’s a regular character and she does all twenty-six episodes or nothing. And I think there was a big battle with her attorneys or agents with the studio. I don’t remember whether this had to do with money or had to do with her refusal to be in every episode, but she ended up departing. It certainly was not my choice. It was the loss of a character and it was difficult for us. I’ve heard stories of her at conventions blaming me and saying that I had something to do with her leaving, which could not be farther from the truth. Brannon and I talk about this all the time, you tend to focus on the nasty things people say about you, and I know that there’s been a lot of animosity on the Internet or at conventions that are 100 percent untrue. It’s so painful to read stuff like that.

I love how he plays the victim at the end there! Classic villain behavior. And this is what the book says about Ira Behr had to say about his reaction to learning what had happened after the show was over:

IRA STEVEN BEHR: Let’s put it this way: if I had known what was going on, I would have stopped it. There is no doubt in my mind, because that opened a whole can of worms, and I learned more than I wanted to know what was happening under my nose and behind my back of things that were going on. I would have walked over to the Cooper Building and in one conversation I would have stopped that from happening, but everyone chose not to tell me for various reasons. Including, as I found out, to protect me from having to get in someone’s face and what that would mean for my position and stuff like that. And I said that was all ridiculous.

HANS BEIMLER: Ira was really upset about it when he found out, because it happened on his watch and he wouldn’t tolerate that kind of shit.

TERRY FARRELL: When I told Ira what happened years later, I think he almost projectile vomited. Ira was, like, “We were writing for you. How could you think we didn’t like you?” But I thought he was thinking whatever Rick Berman was thinking. I thought they were all thinking the same thing. Rick Berman’s representing them, right? But Rick Berman, you don’t feel like anyone else could tell him anything. That’s the number-one guy. It begins and ends with him so I didn’t reach out to talk to Ira, because it didn’t even occur to me that he’d have a different opinion than Rick. Ira, when he found out, was, like, “You would have been recurring?” and I said, “Yes. It would still be thirteen shows.” I wasn’t starring, Avery starred in it and so did Nana. I was number five. There really was no harm in having me be recurring. But Ira had no idea about the situation. I didn’t know I could have talked to him about it at the time.

So far, so good, right? “The Fifty-Year Mission” builds a pretty straightforward narrative about Rick Berman being a petty king (which he was! There are many more stories about this kind of behavior coming from him, both on TNG and on Voyager) and everyone else having to live under his absolute rule, which resulted (among many other things) in an actor being let off when it could've been prevented. If Ira Behr, very well known for his penchant to picking fights with Berman whenever it served to make DS9 better, had been actually informed and not shielded from the situation by the studio culture (which I must say he cultivated himself, the writers pretty much never visited the set on DS9) then all of this could've been prevented. The villain is Rick Berman according to this book, no doubt about it.

Let me be clear, I really believe Terry Farrell here. I have no doubt she was forced out once she was unwilling to just passively accept a contract that would've meant one more year of being totally tied to DS9. I have no doubt that Berman tried to intimidate her into signing it, and flipped out when she refused. It fits into the many anecdotes about him that have resurfaced over the years. And yet the reason why Farrell didn't tell anyone, especially not Ira Behr, about it is kind of... strange, right? Why did she feel like Behr wouldn't have had a different opinion than Berman? It's, I think, the first indication of how much of what she experienced was also due to the entire environment of the production of the show.

But that's not all, because “The Fifty-Year Mission” is not the end of this story, or how it's been told. Imagine my disappointment when the DS9 documentary “What We Left Behind” came out in 2018 (I'd already read the book by then) and, in it, Behr chose to go with a milquetoast ‘we just don't know what happened!’ narrative about Farrell leaving the show. I was honestly aghast, the book had been out for years at that point, and it had been published while the documentary was still in production. Farrell had already gone on record with her version, a very believable one, and yet Behr pulled off some of the most mealy-mouthed both-sideism I've ever encountered, and he did so in a product that would obviously gain much more visibility than an unauthorized non-fiction book about the Trek machine. I imagine Behr had to, in order to keep his interviews with Rick Berman in the doc, but it's hard for me to not see this as him pretty much throwing Farrell under the bus a second time for the sake of ‘the show must go on’. I sincerely lost all my respect for Behr right then and there. I'm sure he was a pretty good showrunner and DS9 is better for it, but I don't think he cared about the people under his jurisdiction as much as he said he did “The Fifty-Year Mission”. I get the feeling that he just disavowed his own words at the first tough decision he encountered, in fact. It's worse because Farrell in the book seemed genuinely relieved to hear that Behr would've had her back—but would he really? His behavior from then on casts more than a few doubts on that, imho.

So that is why I'm not impressed when Trekkies are like “if only it weren't for Rick Berman...” I'm not even talking about people who just deferred to Berman completely (like eg Brannon Braga); I'm talking about everyone, no matter the relationship they had with Berman. No one on the Star Trek lot was immune to poor decision-making, or revealing their racism, sexism, homophobia through their choices of what to air and how. The discrepancy between Behr's words and actual actions re: Terry Farrell is just so emblematic to me, but by no means exhaustive. There are so many more examples of the kind of cutthroat environment Trek was.

So no, I don't believe narratives about one singular villain in the Trek production that could've been vanquished if things had been just a little different. It was way, way more complicated than that, and built into the culture that made Trek in the first place. It's a giant bummer for sure, but it's the closest thing to the truth I can surmise.

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 1

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Index

Author's Note: This was supposed to be posted in May. 😐

The evening sky reflected against the water, causing a wide orange streak that broke up the monotony of the blue. The waves were calmly brushing up and down against the shore, with their gentle lapping being the only thing to disturb the silence of the day’s end. 

It was repulsive. 

Yes, you were objectively able to see how one could find this scene beautiful, peaceful even. But for you, staring out into that endless horizon only turned your stomach. You sighed and looked to the figure sitting next to you. 

“We should get going.” You told her. 

“Just one more minute,” she said. “This is my favorite part.” 

It was the worst part. The two of you watched in silence as the sun dipped below the horizon, the last rays of light disappearing into the murky depths of the water. Sammie hummed in satisfaction while you bit back a choke. As much as you loved her, you could never understand how she could see that dark, barren abyss and find it anything other than terrifying. 

“Alright,” she said, standing up and stretching out her back, “Let’s head back. I have an early day tomorrow.” 

In all fairness, you hadn’t always hated the sea. You had first come to this town with your mother and her boyfriend as a very small child and had never seen anything like it. The hot, golden sand against the cool, blue water had been such a striking contrast, and you were thrilled when they gave you permission to go swimming. 

You really hadn’t gone that far out to sea. There were plenty of kids much farther out than you were. So why you were the one to get dragged under the water, you’ll never know. An undertow, they called it. A currant that brought you out much farther than you would have ever wanted to go. You still remember how small the shore looked from such a distance, and the frantic cries for help from the people watching helplessly. How roughly the lifeguard had to hold onto you to drag you back to land. The deep scratches on both of your legs, they said from rubbing across the harsh sand, although his were bad enough to require stitches. It was absolutely traumatizing, and you hadn’t touched the water since. 

You were currently trying to work through this fear, both through therapy and Sammie’s guidance. But it was easier said than done. Especially when it seemed like the ocean hated you just as much. You didn’t consider yourself a superstitious person, but you also couldn’t deny a bad omen when you saw it. 

For one, you always felt like you were being watched. Scrutinized. It was always worse when your back was turned away from the water, too, as though there was someone staring a hole into you. It would usually start a few minutes after you arrived at the beach, but you were never able to acclimate to the chills that ran down your spine once you noticed it. Or the dead, mutilated fish that would wash up onto the shore every time you came here. They would be drawn, from head to tail, in one smooth, deep red line that often allowed their innards to spill out. No matter which beach you went to, one would appear, without fail. 

Then there was the sound. No one else heard it except for you. You had tried so hard to convince yourself that you were just hearing things, even going to a doctor to get your ears checked. This low, otherworldly humming sound, that you could only just pick out from underneath the sounds of the waves crashing. It only began in the last year, and it was a sure sign that you were losing your mind. This was when Sammie suggested a bit of exposure therapy. Unable to refuse her anything, you agreed to give it a try. 

Sammie laughed as both of you got into your car. “I’m going to sleep so good tonight!”  

--- 

“Mom, we're going to be late!” 

No response. You sighed, hoping that this wouldn’t turn into a fight. She knew how important this was to you. It was Sammie’s engagement party, and while the implications of what it meant for you may have caused your heart to clench, you still wouldn’t miss it for the world.  

You approached her door, knocking on it harder than usual as you called out for her again. When you were met with silence again, you opened her door.  

Empty! A note on her bed occupied the space she should’ve been in. Angrily, you picked it up, although you knew what it was going to say. 

'[Y/N], 

Mike wanted me to visit him this weekend! I’ll be back on Monday. Enjoy the house alone! 

Love you – Mom' 

You scoffed. Mike was your mother’s on again off again boyfriend since you were a child. He was a good, loyal, caring man – when he felt like being one. It wasn’t uncommon for him to disappear for a while, only to return and expect your mother to run back into his arms as though nothing had changed. You had dried enough of her tears throughout the course of your childhood to ever forgive him for toying with her, and you had dried enough of your own tears to ever forgive her for prioritizing such a selfish person over the child who needed her. 

You rolled your eyes and left without her. One good thing, you mused, to ever come out of this dysfunctional relationship: you had sworn to yourself to never be so weak and codependent on a man, no matter what. 

--- 

You pulled up to the docks as the sun began to set. The engagement party was on a beautiful yacht that Jonah’s family had rented for the occasion. He and Sammie were at the entrance, welcoming all the guests as they arrived. You directed your focus on what a good-looking couple they made, and how pretty everyone looked, instead of thinking about the next few hours that you’ll spend out in the water. 

“[Y/N]! You look so good!” Sammie greeted you when you walked up to her. “Where’s your mom?” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, she couldn’t make it tonight,” you lied. “She had to work late.” 

“That’s okay! We’ll save some food for her.” She took your hand gently. “C’mon, let’s go!” 

The three of you boarded the ship as you purposefully ignored the butchered fish floating in the water underneath you. 

[starlit-supposedly]

May I ask how you increase your vocabulary? I took inspiration from your writing but it does not quite feel enough. I would like to be able to write like you do.

Tone tag = genuine.

Hello hello! I am delighted to have gotten your ask!

Hmm… for my vocabulary, it really came from reading a lot of different books and just picking up on the way authors structured their stories. I always endeavor to have descriptors in my sentences, or I want it to feel like a pretty/elegant thing to read.

Or another thing I have done is to find someone who writes words, in a way that makes you inspired and want to create, feel genuine emotion after reading and take apart their writing, piece by piece to understand how it was achieved.

I’ve picked up many words by proxy, encountering them in the wild and finding them odd or interesting enough to add to my collection. Or another thing I’ve found fun to do as of late is to find the word that you want, and either figure out a synonym or use the thesaurus to figure out a fitting replacement.

To take it a step farther, if it’s a word I don’t exactly know the meaning of, I’ll do extra research and see how it’s used structurally in a sentence. It’s seeing if you can swap the words out without diminishing the meaning of your intentions.

Hmm..about my writing style, it simply the way I think and interact with subjects, as someone who thinks too much about everything. When I write, it’s to spark someone to think deeper, or to let a conversation happen showing me a different side I’ve never considered before. And yet! I do not proclaim to totally understand what I am doing, because writing like this for others is quite new to me also!

Everything is a continuous learning process and from what I’ve seen you create, is absolutely beautiful nonetheless. I would encourage you to keep going, keep evolving because with practice, you can only get better. Please we implore you, keep writing!

Really, I would love to write as you do! Through this arc you’ve helped create, I as well as many others have felt a whole range of emotions from shock to surprise, anger to sadness and it is no easy feat to express that within the confines of a paragraph.

The way you use descriptors enhances many aspects of what you’re describing, from the appearance, the uncanniness and how it moves. You provide enough detail and context for a reader to visualize the scene itself and you allow the reader to feel the horror, the dichotomy of words that should be sweet, but are used in the cruelest of ways. How the questions hit deep, the suspense growing, how you have turned each opportunity towards your own favored outcome. Truely, we were on the edge of our seats, patiently or I’m-patiently, waiting for things to pan out.

So instead, I and many other anons on this site thank you, anon of many names, for inspiring us to create in turn, for giving us a wonderful story to reminisce on.

If you ever want to converse again in the future, please dm me, I would absolutely be delighted to!

[pokeexehasstoppedworking]

Diamond In The Rough Ch3 A New Life- College Life That Is

( Warning: Slight warning for mentioning of Scars on Zen's body and for reader falling into the water and needing to be pulled out. Imagine the college a bit like the school building in Pokemon Scarlet and Violet but a bit different as I describe in the chapter. I should've mentioned this Earlier, but this story takes place after chapters 30-31 of Love Doesn't Do Encores/A Champion Time For The Heart but obviously reader's life goes down a different path from the other stories. Also bare with me through the first school year. Things don't get interesting until right after the first year's over.)

You know. You still remembered that time you asked Victor about long long it'd take someone to get to Circhester by train-

"So how long until we reach Circhester?"

"It's the farthest town from all the others in Galar except for the town in the Crown Tundra Valley but that's farther in the mountains than we need to go," Victor explained after he had pulled out his own phone and pulled up his regional maps to look through them, "It's also deep within the Galarian Mountain Reign so it'll take us about three weeks to get there by train."

It took you an entire three weeks by train in order to reach that chilly all year round town, by then it was Mid August when you finally reached the place you needed to go to in order to reach the town. You remembered that part of what Victor told you as well-

He nodded again. "The stop we want is Steamdrift Station. From there it's about an hour walk down Steamdrift Way until we get to Circhester and it's gyms."

You still remembered the small send off everyone gave you back in Postwick when you first set off. You made sure to finish everything you owed Mrs. L and your old boss before gathering your belongings and your pokemon, and getting all the info you needed to know from Sonia to know what to do and where to go. She'd written it all down for you and even set up a GPS with Sparky to mark your destination for you to help keep track of your trip over. Mrs. G was nice enough to give you some money for the train ticket and baked you some nonperishable food for your trip which hopefully would be enough for your long trip since you absolutely REFUSED to fly on over there, so train would be your way to go. Thus began your long, LONG trip to the Galarian Mountain Range. Just like your trip back to Motostoke, you slept on the emptied seats at night but being more prepared Sonia had set up Sparky's phone's gps to set off an alarm once you reached the likes of the station you wanted so you wouldn't have to stay up all night again to keep an eye out for the right station you wanted. Which was a great idea! Over the next few days you fell into that repeated pattern minus taking turns staying up at night and during the day just thinking about random things while eating food from your rations or looking at whatever you could find pulled up from the internet to show you. You past many different things, different landscapes, different towns, and many people you saw. Day in and night out you traveled and traveled and traveled. You were starting to get train sick with how much this was going on and found yourself walking up and down the walkways to keep up the exercise and not let your legs turn to jelly. Until one particular night when you woke up with a shiver. There was a chilly atmosphere inside the metal train from when you were last awake and it was enough for you to make yourself get up groggily. Only to find your drizzilie was lightly shivering as well curled up against your warmer body and stayed clung to you as it groaned in protest at the cold. What the- It was still July so many days traveling were spent very nice and warm, but now there was a certain chill to the air. With a confused groggy blink, you turned your attention towards the window and blinked at the sight of frost coating the glass. Oh- You much be approaching the mountains. Sigh. Time to bundle up. The rest of the days there was pretty much the same, only now it was hard for any of you all to get to sleep now curled up in the seats because of the cold. Why you even dug out a scarf and wrapped it around your neck and half your face. Didn't these trains have darn heating!? The landscape outside the windows changed too. Going from looking like fall-ish time of the year to mid way between fall and winter, until the last day when you all woke up to have found yourselves so, so...SO!! Cold, and you shivered yanking the hood over your f/c hair more as you looked around and noticed white snow was being blown against the windows like some snow storm. And for all you knew there could actually be one out there.

The only one who didn't seem affected by the shift in weather at all was Zen who still ignored your existence and just spent his days looking out the windows or suddenly grabbing your bag and shaking it until you gave him food or something fell out of it he could eat, which only lead to a lot of your objects having to be picked up off the floor. But when you scolded him or interacted him in anyway he didn't seem to get angry or anything. Zen just gave you a bored look and (outside of if he was hungry-) wouldn't even bother to look at you. Instead he sat far away just curled up asleep or looking boredly out the window. Hence the name you gave him, Zen. You still remembered when you first saw him as well. It was just a normal day that you happened to be going through your limited belongings, and found the pokeball you won in that game last year at the Christmas Fair when Lee invited you to spend it with them upon learning you hadn't anyone to spend the holidays with. Ironically that day Hop also had been visiting you and noticed you holding the pokeball-

"Hey," he asked pointing to the pokeball, "Whatcha got there?"

You blinked at what he was pointing at before following his eyes and holding up the pokeball you still had in your hands. Oh right. You still had this! "Oh this? It's that pokeball Lee won me last Christmas."

"Really?" He hummed and gave it a curious look over, "Oh wow. What kind of pokemon is it?"

You shrugged. "I dunno. I haven't really opened it up yet. I was gonna do it today but you showed up then."

He stood up smiling like he always did. "Well then let's find out!"

You agreed and the two of you went outside. Arceus forbid it'd be something as big and bulky as an onix or duraludon and destroy Mrs. L's house. Doing it outside was MUCH safer. So the two of you went outside and once you got a safe just-in-case-of-giant-pokemon away from his house, you threw the balls, and what was inside came out in a bright white light. A blinding white light came forth and what came out of the light was-...More..white? And red too. Silver chirped in alarm at what ended up shaking it's strange red and white fur out and bristle up before it sniffed the air, gave a snort noise...and then slowly turned it's head around to look at you. It was about as tall as your shoulder and it just silently stared at you. Well...It was certainly smaller than an onix, but you stared at it in surprise. And when you looked at Hop you blinked. He seemed even MORE surprised! His eyes wide and blinking at the pokemon still silently staring at you two.

"A ZANGOOSE?!," Hop finally spoke making you jump and snap your head to him, his golden eyes widened in both awe and wonder.

"Zangoose?" You blinked between him and the pokemon who then yawned seeming not the slightest bit surprised seeing you and being more bored. Looking at the pokemon now, you recognized the red fur patterns clearly. It was in fact a zangoose. The zangoose reached it's clawed hand up to scratch behind his ears. "Well...I wasn't expecting that."

"Neither was I to be honest," Hop added with a frown, "Mostly because these guys aren't native to Galar at all."

Your head snapped back to him. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah..So how in the world did this guy end up here, and in a game of all things?"

That WAS a good question. How DID a zangoose end up all the way in Galar if they weren't native? Pokemon poachers? Did a foreign trainer just abandon him here? Was he accidentally brought here by other means? You had no idea. You watched as he sniffed around a few more times before it's head finally snapped to you and Silver made a noise before diving behind yours and Hop's legs. It just..stood there and stared at you silently for a long moment before Hop finally leaned forwards and also stared at you. Well you stared silently back at him raising a brow between both of them before it hit you. They weren't looking at YOU. Their eyes were trained far too downwards to be looking at your face, so f/c eyes followed their gaze and you realized something. They were both staring at the pokeball in your hands. But just in case you decided to test this theory by holding the ball up, and sure enough the Zangoose's red eyes followed it as you held it up silently. He was staring at the fact you were holding HIS pokeball!! You continued to stare at one another before the thing just scurried up to you making you yelp and jump back as it was suddenly standing right in front of you sniffing at you like a curious puppy before those long claws wrapped around your arm-

"Don't panic!," Hop shouted suddenly as you let out a loud surprised noise as your arm was promptly and forcefully made to extend out and you were yanked to lean down at the waist by the zangoose and you practically froze as your arm was at the mercy of those claws that was wrapped around it. You wanted to pull away instantly but hearing Hop's shout you froze. "It's not going to hurt you!" He assured as you just stared at him in panic. "It's just curious....I think."

Well his unsure tone was helpful. "You don't say," you hissed through clenched teeth side eyeing the zangoose and it's claws around your arm as if sniffed curiously at it before it brought your hand to his face with a bewildered expression finally releasing one of his clawed hands from your arm-...Only to lightly wrap it around your hand and seemed even more confused just silently looking at them, like he was comparing your plain defenseless hand against his sharp long claws. His fur was ..soft. Softer than you would expect from how rough he looked. Quite literally. He was covered in a few obvious scars that must've been from some really bad fights, which gave you the impression he might start fights or perhaps he had a bad temper. But the way he was holding you was gently, even if he was manhandling you. After a bit he turned his head to your still slightly panicked face letting you see a big scar running across his right eye and running down his side to his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes at you for a long moment before one of his claws reached up and poked your nose lightly. "Hey!" Your nose scrunched up and you narrowed your eyes. "That wasn't very nice of you. Could you please let go of my arm now?"

His response was to snort but immediately released your arm which surprised you but the pokemon seemed to be sizing you up looking you up and down and ..crossed his arms which surprised you further which was very human like. His head tilted to the side seeming to think for a moment before he sighed, nodded, and then turned his attention and curiosity to Silver who let out a startled choke behind you all as he began to walk around you both towards the startled water type.

"Well...That was strange," you finally commented raising a brow as the thing walked on it's two legs around you.

"I think he was just trying to figure out his new situation," Hop commented back just as the Zangoose walked behind you both. "On the bright side I don't think he's hostile unless you're hostile to him first." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know a whole lot about these guys since they're not from Galar, but from what I heard they're territorial and show aggression where it's given. I-I'll ask Sonia for more info about them."

"Well that's comforting," you mumbled looking back once you heard a panicked chirp. The zangoose was literally manhandling Silver in his giant paws, holding him above the ground and was turning him this way and that sniffing at him as the drizzlie panicked and waved his arms and legs about wildly begging you to save him. "AH! No, no, no, no!! HEY!" The zangoose looked at you boredly as Silver struggled in his grip. "You can't hold him like that!" It still stared at you- "Put! Him! Down! NOW!!" You practically shrieked at it surprising it and the grip on Silver loosened letting the drizzlie fall with a thud to the ground before scurrying over to you. "You can't just pick up random people- Uh..Pokemon like that without asking!" You scolded the surprised zangoose who just stared at you. "Don't ever do that again! Or else you're gonna be in big trouble!"

The thing said nothing as it stared at you for a long moment before his arms flopped to his side and his ears went back as he gave some kind of whine-growl of annoyance and looked away. Well..could've been worse. Silver peered from behind your legs and gave a loud angry chirp at him which the zangoose didn't respond to-

"ZZZTT. Attention Passengers!," the conductor announced over the speakers to anyone left on bourd making come back to attention quickly from memory lane, "We'll be arriving at SteamDrift Station within ten minutes. That is all."

Oh crap! That was your stop! You all made sure to gather your things, you especially making sure to pull the small hoodie over your Drizzilie's head before pushing him into your bag and telling him to stay in there until you said it was safe for him to come out before zipping your bag up but leaving enough of an opening to allow fresh air to him. Slowly after a few minutes the train finally came to a stop and you called out towards Zen who grumbled but obeyed your order to follow you out towards the door, you grunting as you struggled to sling the bag over your shoulders. You had forgotten how heavy Silver actually was when carried. You were extremely thankful for the guys getting you the thick coat and scarf too because the familiar full force of Winter hit you as soon as the you all stepped out the door and you shivered from the frosty cold greeting you all. The entire sky was painted in grey snow clouds that made the day look a little dull while snow gently fell from them and down towards the earth below. Around you was a plain looking station that looked more deserted since no one not even a station master was there, and surrounding you all was cliffsides and hills like in Stow-on-Side except unlike Stow-on-Side these were absolutely COVERED in snow and ice as far as the eyes could see as the four of you stood there taking in the sights. The only living things besides you all being pine trees scattered across the snowy land with a cobblestone road leading away from the station. Ah! You remembered this part. That was Steamdrift Way and about an hour's walk down that way would lead you to Circhestor and when you checked Sparky's GPS maps it also confirmed that. Good. The snow was starting to slowing fall again from the gray clouds and you shivered, pushing the scarf further up your face before stepping from the station's floor and took your first step into the pathway. Snow and ice crunched under your feet making you sound like a wooly mammoth trudging through the snow. You (even you through your scarf covered mouth) could see your breath as snowflakes stuck to your bodies like someone glued white confetti to your clothes as you all followed your memory and Sparky's map through the snow. Thank goodness it didn't cover the road up, or else you might've gotten lost. As you all trudged alone keeping your hands in your pockets after pulling the ends of the sleeves over them to help keep them warm, you all FINALLY came to the stone bridge you encountered before. A cold river running with cold water ran under it as you all crossed and as you walked over it you prayed your drizzilie didn't decide to pop out wanting to swim or see what was going on. So you continued to walk and walk, until you finally reached the end of the road that lead into a metal fenced entrance to Circhester. And you had a collected sigh of relief once you got there. It was decently big with it's many story stone buildings you could make out in the snow with cobblestone roads leading everywhere and the figures of two large stadiums on either side of the town as you all got to walking into it. You all passed the pink pokemon center near the entrance of the town and turned right heading towards what was the town square. A hot spring like fountain was dead set in the middle and there was people walking all around in winter wear with some ice type pokemon or pokemon who could stand this cold weather. Two men had stands selling food in the square as you walked past, one selling some kind of hot wraps and the other......ice..cream?? Oh well. Whatever floats their boat you guessed.

You stood there staring at the scenery around here and now that you weren't so focused on being rushed into battles or trying to find/rush things, you could get a good look at your surroundings now. And BOY was Circhester a LOT bigger than you first realized. Yeah there was everything you first saw the last two times you were here but you also noticed there seemed to be a LOT more people and more buildings plus a cobblestone road leading away and into some more hills where you could see some more TALL buildings just behind the Rock-Type Gym that seemed a bit farther away from the main town. Ah! That must be the way to the college! And according to Sparky, your hunch was right! With a smile you headed towards the right of the town where the rock type gym was. You passed a people with Zen walking right behind you catching a few people's attention to the zangoose, not that you blamed them considering that most of them probably never had seen a zangoose considering the pokemon breed wasn't even native to Galar. You passed what you could only describe as a bath house modeled closely to the buildings of the ancient roman times back on your world, The Hero's Bath. Ah. You remembered that from last year too, the water steamed and seemed boiling hot as you merely gave it a side glance and continued on your way up the stone steps leading up to the rock type gym before turning to the right and continuing on the cobblestone pathway leading around the gym and-...Huh. You never noticed, but there was literally a LOT of more people around here now. Lots of young people around your age or slightly older. They went back past you back towards the town and back up the pathway in the same direction you were headed, LOTS of them carried various forms of backpacks, boxes, books, papers, and a slew of other things. Sometimes even having a pokemon with them helping to carry more boxes, books, etc for them. Strange. Or it would've been strange if you hadn't started coming around the GIANT snow covered hill behind the rock type gym and was met with another sight that made you give pause and letting Zen bump into you a bit at the sudden stop.

"...Holy Arceus!! This place is HUGE!!"

It was still snowing through the grey clouds and through the snowflakes you saw what you were expecting but also not expecting at the same time. A GIANT building almost thrice the size of the Rose of Rhondelands Hotel was standing there proud and tall, and you did mean tall, it was taller than Rose Tower even as you still stood there staring up at it. And it..was in the odd shape of a castle-ish like design a lot like Hammerlocke's gym. The cobble stone pathway lead up to the giant building's giant double doors and split off between two other large (but not AS large as the school) buildings that was in front of it on either side of the pathway. What must've been HUNDREDS of people and their pokemon walking around all three big buildings and the pathways. You stood there still staring around the place feeling very small within the big scheme of things before a small poke of Zen's claw curiously to your face snapped you out of it.

"Zang?"

"Ah!" You blinked at the single claw gently poking your cheek and followed it over to the bored face of Zen who had his ears pulled back in annoyance in your lack of response. "Oh. ...Yeah you're right, Zen." You shook your head and looked forward. "I can't just stand here like a statue. I gotta go get situated. C'mon Zen."

Zen gave off a sigh, but obeyed and followed you to the front of the biggest building which you suspected was the main building. Ok. Just follow what Sonia told you. Go to the Entrance Hall and get your class schedule from the secretary or whoever was in charge of handing them out to all the students, then go get your Student ID and get settled in. You made a mental note to thank Sonia later for all of the help she's given you for everything. Zen continued following you walking up to the steps leading up to the building with his ears pulled back, guess big crowded areas annoyed him, and Silver by now had decided to poke his head out of your bag with his hood over his giving a curious chirp to the sight that met his eyes. You all pushed open the doors which were constantly being pushed/pulled open and closed by hundreds of other people and you stopped and again stared wide eyed. HOLY ARCEUS!!! This entrance hall was HUGE!! The ceiling was as high as your standard two story house and you were met with a carpeted floored GIGANTIC room filled to the BRIM with books and tall shelved with more books, except for one wall on the left with computers which currently all were being used by people, and a couple tables with chairs. There was stairs leading up to a second level of more shelves and books and two elevators, on the first floor was another elevator and another pair of double doors leading down a hallway which you guessed must've lead to more rooms. But you were so surprised to how quiet this place was, just a murmur of talking was heard mostly from the line in front of you leading up to the front desk where a middle aged woman and man was furiously typing away behind computers before handing a person a piece of paper before being replaced by another person as the line continued to wait. OH! Those two must be the ones responsible for handing out class schedules like Sonia told you about. So with a smile you went ahead and joined the line gaining a few stares since again, it's not everyday someone showed up with a Zangoose. Luckily the college was completely pokemon friendly so Zen and Silver were allowed to roam the college with you! It took maybe twenty minutes of waiting for you to finally reach the people in front of you and it just so happened to be the man who was free after he gave a girl holding a pichu two pieces of paper.

"Next!," he called sounding tired before you rose a brow and walked up to him. Opening your mouth to say hi- "Name?" he bluntly asked not even looking up from the computer.

Well that caught you off guard as you blinked for a moment furrowing your brow, but you answered. "Um...Y/n L/n?"

And the man without even looking at you typed your name into the computer letting you hear the keys typing away. "Oh yes. Another Standard Course student. One moment please and I'll have all your info printed out for you."

You were left to just...stare at the man and exchanged a look with Zen as the man typed away furiously with a face like he was tired but very familiar with this process. It was only then you noticed the giant printing machine behind him that clicked to life as the man typed with what must've been sore fingers. One, two, three pages were clicked out of the machine to which the man rose a brow at the screen...Pushed his glasses up over his face and squinted...before just turning around and grabbing the three papers, stapled them together, reached under his desk to pull out three other things before standing back up and facing you.

"Here's a map of the university," he spoke handing you a folded piece of paper he pulled from the desk. "And here's your room key." He then held out a small metal key which you also took. "Hold onto it. You only get one and you'll be paying for a replacement if you lose it. You're room's in Dorm B Room 35 on the second floor and you'll be sharing the space with two room mates." Oh...Well you weren't expecting it to be this fast or easy, but then again with so many students they wanted to probably make things as fast and easy as possible. He then held out the stapled papers. "This is a list of all your class schedules with the times marked as well as your teachers' names and the calander of what days classes are out, holidays, and when the college year ends next year. As well as all the rules of C.U.." He then squinted his eyes. "Read. Them. Thoroughly. Any rulebreakers will be expelled as consequence. And here's your gym uniform. You're required to wear them during gym class and battle studies. Wash them and keep them clean." He then handed you a pair of clothes and pointed towards the double doors. "Before you get your package you need to report to the cafeteria for your Student ID card."

You were still processing everything that he said and looking at everything you held in your hands, but blinked when he mentioned that last bit. "Pick up what now?"

The older man sighed. "Your class books of course. Some students preorder their class books from C.U. before the year begins and according to the info submitted in with your application, so did you. All preordered packages are stored in the Director's office awaiting to be picked up, but BEFORE you can get a package you need a student ID card to show proof of identity before you can get it." He then again pointed towards the double doors. "Which is why you need to head to the cafeteria in order to get your ID card."

"Oh. Uh. Ok! Thanks!"

"Glad to help. Next!"

Well despite his rude-ish attitude, you were glad things were going so smoothly so far. Thanks to the map you also found the cafeteria pretty easily and there was little stations set up of other staff memebers taking pictures with machines. What you had to do was sit down on a chair, fill out a small card with the info needed, and then the machine would pop out a small hard plastic card with your picture and info on it. Very fast, easy, and convenient. It only took you ten minutes with waiting. Then it was just to the Director's office which was on the top floor where all the teachers' offices were located and it just so happened be the very last and biggest one. Go figure. Well one elevator ride later and you and Zen were walking down the hallway until you reached a door with the words 'Director Flake' written on the door. Well this must've been it. With a look back to Zen who seemed..curiously looking around more with his ears peeled back you reached a hand up and knocked on the front door. The knocks echoed throughout the empty hallway and a moment of silence followed before there was a man's voice calling from the inside.

"Come in. The door's open."

With that you pushed the door wide open and inside was a...well a typical principle's office only slightly bigger. You blinked looking around eventually stopping at a giant oak wood desk in the middle of the giant room, sat a top said desk was a high tech computer with two tall stacks of papers next to it on either side and behind the computer typing away was a man. He looked about as old as EX-Chairman Rose was, with white-gray hair, blue eyes, and he wore a pair of glasses and a very nice looking black suit more fit for a court room. He looked extremely professional, 'like multi-million dollar professional rich business man lawyer CEO who owns his own expensive company and is very successful' kind of professional with his demeanor and the resting blank face of his as he stared at the screen without even looking your way.

"Well don't just stand there with the door open," he bluntly said making you flinch, "We're not paying the heating bill to warm up the outside. Come in and state your business here."

You again looked to Zen, who's face was now scrunched up in annoyance at the man before you both, before you walked in and closed the door behind you. "I'm here to get a package?"

"Which one?", he again asked bluntly and again without even looking at you and it was just now when you took notice of all the different sized packages to the right of the desk. Some were as big as a standard kitchen chair and others were as small as a small book.

"Um...The one with my name on it?"

He rolled his eyes and you were taken aback by it. "And WHAT do tell is your name?"

"Y/n L/n?"

CLACK- You blinked at the off key that was typed out and the Director paused before every SO slowly turning to you with wide eyes and stared at your bewildered form. Those eyes looked you up and down slowly as if assessing you for a long, LONG awkward silent moment before he narrowed them and had the audacity to look almost...disappointed??

"Hm. So you're the heroine who saved the Champion and Galar twice?," he asked more to himself than you again looking you up and down. "You're certainly not what I expected."

"Excuse me?", you finally asked back an annoyed face coming over yourself. "That's pretty rude of you to say! Especially since I've never met you before! Who are you anyways?"

"Oh yes. How rude of me." He sounded more bored if that was even possible and you couldn't help but find his oh so 'im better than you obviously' voice annoying as he stood from his seat and placed a hand to his chest. "I am the Director and Head Dean of C.U., Snow Flake. I supervise everything that goes on in this college and make sure everything runs smoothly." The same hand pushed up his glasses and stared at you. "And I was informed all about you from Madam Dahlia."

"...Have you now?"

"Of course. She and the Champion both spoke very highly of you and naturally when I found out that one of the heroes of Galar wanted to attend my school, I accepted her proposal without hesitation."

"...You agreed to my scholarship based on the fact I just so happened to do some good deeds?"

"Naturally." Oh..Well if he granted your scholarship based on the fact you did something good for others maybe he wasn't so bad- "If I accept the Hero of Galar as one of my students, then the reputation of C.U. would be forever known as the 'University of The Heroes of Galar.' The application rate would increase dramatically! Attendance would increase through the roof so to speak."

"Nevermind," you mumbled to yourself, "So that's it huh?"

"I'm expecting great things from you during your stay with us," he spoke COMPLETELY ignoring what you had just said to him and turned which made your annoyance at him grow and your frown widen, "Now as I recall you signed up for our full course. Splendid. That's just the push and dedication we need to show more students around here. Maybe you can be a good influence on some of them." He mumbled that last part to himself but you still heard before he gestured to the largest box on the floor. It wasn't too big but big enough for you to have a hard time holding. "All the books you'll need would be in there, I also took the liberty of sorting your classes as there's so many. Some will be sent to you online to work after school in order for you to work over the weekends, you'll also need to join earlier classes in order to keep up with all the materials you signed up for. That's written on your printed schedule you have. These are your books but you'll have to stop by the school's in store if you need to get anything else you need including writing materials. You should be able to find that on the map."

So...he only accepted your scholarship on the basis that your 'reputation' might drum up more attendance for the academy. Well nice to know what he was like. Shallow. Hm. Well you guessed it was better to know what his personality was at the very start at least instead of finding out before it was too late. You just hoped your other teachers weren't like this guy all stuck up and shallow.

"Thanks. I'll just grab my box and go to my room then."

"Be sure not to get lost on your way there. It'd be a terrible start off for the school year."

Surprisingly it wasn't you who grabbed the box but Zen. The zangoose took one bored look at you trying to pick up the giant heavy box while already carrying a giant heavy backpack with all your belongings plus Silver inside it, before you were roughly yanked back with a yelp and two clawed red paws picked up the box with ease for you. Zen turned, gave the Director a deep scowl and hiss, made him jump, before turning to the door and just like that just walked on out the door like nobody's business. You gave the Director a quick and blunt apology to avoid any unwanted headaches over that later and quickly followed after Zen.

"Hey." You called after him coming to jog up next to him and giving him a look. "That wasn't very nice back there. You shouldn't just hiss at someone, that might get us in trouble." Zen only grunted and rolled his eyes- But flinched when your hand suddenly patted his head in a stroke motion like how you'd pet a cat. "But thanks for the help." You smiled. "I'm glad I got such a strong capable boy like you around to help me." Zen paused for a moment as you continued to pat his head-...before scoffing and turning his nose away from you, never mind you could clearly see his tail wagging behind him. "C'mon. I gotta stop by the campus shop before we head back for the dorm." You said taking out your map. "Now let's see where it is."

According to the map, the campus supply shop was between the cafeteria and nurse's office which doubled as the Health Classroom. Ah! You already knew where the cafeteria was so finding the shop was easy. And it was! The shop was about as big as a classroom with a worker behind a desk with a register and inside were a wide array of shelves that nearly touching the ceiling and chalk FULL of any and all school supplies you could think of. From simple pencils, pens, and erasers to giant trifold poster boards you'd use to display projects on and spare C.U. gym uniforms. Well...Needless to say you went on a semi shopping spree and in the end you had to make Silver get out of your bag to help you carry the many bags and three trifold display boards that you purchased from the small school store. A few people gave some looks at the girl who was balancing so much stuff while trying to read a map at the same time being trailed by a drizzile and zangoose carrying other bags and boxes. You ended up following the map and what that man told you over to Dorm B Room 35 on the second floor and stopped in front of the wooden door with all your things as people continued to walk around you and go in and out of other rooms around you. Guess this was it, but why could you hear noises from inside? Well you would've used your key but considering the door was open you just opened the door and walked right in followed by your pokemon. On the other side wasn't what you were expecting. A small common area/kitchen area was there just stuck in one space with a sink and such and across from that was a small carpeted area with a sofa and small coffee table. Across from that was three random doors and inside the room was two other girls both around your age. One was on the sofa on her phone with green hair that just gave you a side glance...before going back lazily back to her phone, and the other had bubble gum pink hair and blue eyes who looked REALLY familiar for some reason holding a small microwave meal she must've just made. You just stood there for a moment staring back at the two of them silently before Bubblegum Hair smiled at you from the half kitchen half living room area.

"Oh, hello. Are you looking for someone?," she asked politely thinking you might've been lost.

"Um...I was uh-..Told this was my room?"

Her blue eyes immediately lit up in realization. "OH! You must be the third room mate!" She realized and smiled at you. "I wasn't expecting you so soon. Come in." She said motioning with one hand to come in and then to herself in a friendly way. "I'm Stacy. Stacy Joy." She then motioned to Ms. Green Hair still ignoring you both on the sofa. "And that's our dorm mate, Emerald."

"Y/n L/n," you answered back, "And Joy huh? As in Nurse Joy?"

She nodded again happily. "Yeah! My Mom's the nurse at the Circhester Pokemon Center and my grandmother teaches the health class here at the academy."

"Oh. Does that mean you're here to get a nursing degree?"

She nodded. "Yep! Advanced Medical Course Sixth Year Student! This year's actually my last before graduating. What about you?"

"Oh. I'm not really after any degree or course specifically. I'm just taking the Standard Course."

"No kidding? Emerald too! It's her second year on the course so she'll be graduating this year too! But you're a first year aren'tcha?"

"How did you know?"

She gestured to the amount of stuff you carried. "Only a first year would be carrying that much stuff with them."

You looked down at yourself embarrassed and coughed. "W-Well...I haven't really had time to grab everything I needed and figured I'd just grab everything I needed just in case."

Stacy only chuckled before waving a hand over towards the first door closest to you. "Well that's your room there. You should already have been given the key by one of the librarians just go right in and make yourself at home."

You smiled at her. "I will! Thanks!"

You then proceeded to walk into the small room which just consisted of a small bed and desk with a lamp and an adjacent bathroom. A bit smaller than you were expecting but it was gonna be nice to have your own space for once and you were fully prepared to make this your own. This was it! College Life. You were finally going to college on your own terms AND with a sholaship no less, but you were determined to work hard to make the most of your first year of college and work hard at it! You then proceeded to spend the rest o the day unpacking and putting things away before you awoke the next day bright and early to Sparky's alarm and meeting up with Stacy and Emerald (who still continued to ignore the both of you and rather stare at her phone), and there you learnt that the first week of the school year would just be tours given around the campus to allow the students to settle in and get used to everything and meet your teachers and RA. You did end up meeting your RA, he was a nice guy. Strict to the rules, by the book, no nonsense kind of guy but he was really polite when introducing himself and reminding you to not allow Zen to sharpen his claws on anything inside the dorms. Easier said than done since the zangoose had taken to pretending no one else was around him and just lazing about all day again other than following you around bordly. You took the chance to familiarize yourself with the layout of the college including the laundry unit, indoor swimming pool, and other places. For a community college this place was built like a rich person's dream private university. Also being able to see the different classrooms for different courses was cool. And when next Monday came you were up and adam with Zen and Silver helping to carry all of your books and supplies you needed (since again, pokemon were allowed to accompany their trainers places in the university-) expecting to tackle the new hard school year-....

Only to find every and all subjects incredibly EASY!

YOU. WERE. NOT. JOKING.

Science? Standard highschool science you've heard a bit, the only difference was that there was also the additions of pokemon wildlife (which in itself was pretty simple to understand) and how the dynamaxing and gigantamaxing phenomenon worked. History and Culture? THAT was easy to follow along with all the legends and history books (you actually liked reading since it was more like a science fiction novel to you-) and learning how the government of Galar worked and was established. Languages and Writing? You've taken these kinds of writing assignments before, the only difference was that the teacher would be mentioning you'd also be studying the secend Paldean language which sounded an awful lot like Spanish, which was a bit hard for you to do but nothing Sparky couldn't help with. Arts? Literally studying famous Galarian artists, doing things like pottery, and seeing how art helped influence culture. Home Ec? Literally showing how to properly cook, clean, how to take care of a home. properly filling out a job application, some gardening that would come later that year- ALL of which you learnt growing up being forced to do so under your mother. Math? Algebra, pre-algebra, etc. That was by fair the hardest class you had. Never was too good at math. P.E? That spoke for itself. Just exercising and playing adult dodgeball or something. Health and Medical? Just learning about good hygiene routines, a good balanced diet, how to make healthy relationships and keeping good balances- OH! And what do to if you ever get burnt on a hot stove or someone gets a broken leg etc. Battle Studies?....YOU DIDN'T EVEN DO ANY BATTLING!!! It was just you sitting down and learning about hundreds of different moves, pokemon types, abilities, states, environment factors, etc. Apparently battling will only be for second Standard Course students. Pokemon Care?...Again that spoke for itself with Stacy's grandmother being both the Health AND Pokemon Care teacher on top of being the university's nurse. The old woman looked like an elderly version of Stacy just with more wrinkles and most of her bubblegum hair being a white-gray now with her age.

This was-....

THIS WAS JUST HIGHSCHOOL!!! WITH ADULTS INSTEAD OF TEENS!! The ONLY difference was that this was a pokemon version of highschool! You'd just get up, go to class, work on whatever paper or assignment was given to you (most of which you knew anyways-) and turn it in the next day when you went to class. Rinse and repeat for at least a month and you just-....COuldn't wrap your head around it at first. Wasn't college supposed to be hard? You literally saw Stacy constantly surrounded by books and papers and writing and staying up some nights with notebooks surrounding her on all sides, typing on her laptop with one hand while scarfing pure coffee with the other. Well one day you decided to ask her about it and she gave you an answer that made sense.

"Well you're taking the Stanard Course. Most people including some of the current Gym Leaders take it because it has the basics of what everyone needs to know. It's all pretty-...Well standard information your first year that everyone should know hence the name. Unless you're taking an Advance or Ultra class like me then things are going to be more Standard. But what I hear from Emerald, your second year's going to be a LOT harder."

"Wait. Really?"

She nodded pointing what must've been her fifth cup of coffee that night at you and blinking her eyes that drooped with the bags under them. "Don't get too cocky and think it'll be easy now. Right now everything's just a review of what you already know, but pride can make someone blind to problems to come, Now if you excuse me, I need to get back to my essay on bone fractures."

And that sentence hit close to home. Pride was the thing those two hairdo weirdos and Mr. Rose let blind them (that and being really dumb to the obvious problems-) so you wouldn't let that make you too confident. You just needed to continue to work hard and keep it up with the studying, even if it was stuff you mostly knew! And you could prepare yourself for next year because you knew what the course would have for you! How did you know?...Emerald liked to rant and rant and RANT about it in her room which with thin walls, you could hear here CONSTANTLY complain loudly to whoever was on the phone just how BORING and HARD and SO UNFAIR these classes and teachers were. Especially Mr. Ruth the P.E. Coach...Yeah. When Emerald wasn't in her room complaining you'd often see her just lazing about on the sofa or...Not in the room for hours on end? Being on year ahead of you of course your classes were different than hers even if you came home later and had more things to do, you barely ever saw her so she didn't really enter your mind. But you did know one thing...SHE WAS SO ANNOYING! With her constant yelling and complaining through the thin walls while you were trying to work on assignments. When you didn't see her she was awful but at least she was useful for something and liked to complain in great detail what kind of stuff you could expect for next year. One month flew by fast which turned into two and two turned into three- And before you knew it December was starting to come to a close and you were doing..Well..Pretty well. Classes were simple enough and you were always able to finish the worksheets/assignments assigned before the next day or finished anything you couldn't get done Saturday morning pretty early before returning it in, and on the weekends you were able to go out and restock your food at the Cafeteria (they LITERALLY sold groceries like some kind of store in there! More money towards the school you guessed), do laundry, take Zen and Silver out to watch them roll around in the snow- It was a mostly peaceful life. You also got to speak to all your friends. Hop must've given Gloria and Victor your phone number as well as Leon because you'd often get calls from them on the weekends with the occasional one from Sonia when she had time. It was nice to have people to chat with although you still felt a bit lonely. The school year itself would be ending soon. While your typical school years would end somewhere mid May, school years here ends mid February which was only a month and a half away. Things were going well so far until one day..One day that'll change your life. It was the first Sunday of January of the new year. You hadn't anything to do. No chores. No work. No studying. And no one else in your shared space was there. Stacy was spending more time in the library studying for her upcoming exams seeing as this was her last year of college and Emerald was-...You had no idea where she was again but you assumed she was doing whatever she was doing. Only you and your pokemon which were both fast asleep. Guess helping you carry things between classes constantly five days a week and spending all day Saturday's being outside would do that to them.

It was cold outside as you laid down silently in your warm cozy bed, Silver sprawled at your feet and Zen curled up on the carpeted floor softly snoring away. You were comfortably laying there in bed and you could easily sleep in today and have a day off. Watching the snowflakes gently fall from your window and the frost gather on the glass panes. It was a truly peaceful moment of your life. Probably the most peaceful you'd ever been in your life. Surrounded by love and silent serenity, being hugged by the warmth of your blankets. Would things have been this peaceful if you had stayed in your old world? If you could've or chosen to go home? ...No. With your mother it probably wouldn't have. You still would've remained the exact same before you left. And..

You were at peace with this.

Not a worry in your mind. At peace. With a gentle smile on your face watching the small snowflakes go by. Now would be a good day to curl up with a cup of Hot chocolate and spend the day curled up in bed watching movies on Sparky's screen unbothered-

...Hot chocolate?

Your smile disappeared when you remembered. You don't have anymore hot chocolate. You used the last of it Friday night when you stayed up to finish an essay for science class on the topic of what kind of effects stun spore had on different pokemon types' bodies and the effect it had on their muscles. You hadn't picked up anymore since then. ...Well it's not like you NEED it, but you wanted it. Badly. ...Hm. Now that you thought about it, the last time you had some REALLY good hot chocolate was when you spent that time with Sonia and the guys last year in Circhestor. That was a long time ago with all of you smiling, laughing, and listening to everyone just talk. It was nice...And it would be nice to visit that again, even if it was just by yourself. Yeah. When's the last time you did something for yourself? It's been a while. It certainly wouldn't hurt if you just stepped out for just a little while to get some food by yourself, besides both your pokemon were heavy sleepers who'd sleep for hours on end if given the chance. Bob's Your Uncle back in town served some really good curry and hot coco, and the cafe was a really nice small one and it wouldn't hurt to just run down there and have a small moment of peace to yourself would it? Of course not! It'd be nice to have no one trail you a bit and let these guys have a day to sleep in for themselves. With a smile you shimmied out of bed and was careful to get dressed without waking either pokemon and gently leaving the apartment making sure to lock the door behind you. Like every other day, it was cold and chilly outside with only your coat and scared being the protection between you and said cold. Your first step outside and hearing the snow crunching under your feet was a strange peaceful sound as was the atmosphere which smelt clean and of pine trees and whatever food stands were out this time of day. Peaceful. Serene. A few other people were out today too, not as many as there was on the weekdays when classes were going on, but still a lot. Circhestor was right around the giant hill you walked back around past the rock type gym. The small town was hustling and bustling full of college students and possible buyers to be wooed into spending money from all the stands and open stores advertising their wares to the masses. However you were highly unaware of what was going on with your surrounding fellow people. Another woman just so happened to be heading in the same direction as you holding a rather large purse, and a man with most of his face covered by a mask and hood. He followed closely behind the woman behind you as he eyed her purse menacingly. You went past the gym and the Heroes' Bath and walking your way past the square over towards a stairway that went downwards, right by the stairs was a part of the fountain filled full of water, and right around that corner was Bob's Your Uncle. The small little cafe you were hoping to visit. The woman and man behind you getting closer.

You smiled gently as you grabbed onto the railing of the stairs grabbing it as you descended the snow and ice covered steps. Reaching up a hand to gently pull at your scarf- gasping when a big gust of cold wind shocked you and blew the scarf right out of your hand-

"Hey! Wait!"

Your hand reached out for it as it blew down from the stairs and across the fountain below you and getting caught on the back of someone's head. The man yelped having and long piece of fabric get caught on the back of his head and you stared in shock and embarraassment as the man reached a hand over and grabbed the scarf from his hood and brought it around to look at it. The teenager girl he was talking to blinked at it as well-

"Hey!" Both jumped before turning up towards you and the man froze as you waved at them smiling. "Sorry about that! That's mine. Can you hold onto it until I get down there?"

"Y/n?!"

You paused. Wha- How did he know your name-..before the man reached up to pull down his hood down revealing a head of white-blonde perfectly styled hair and pulled off his sunglasses to show himself to you. Blue eyes and all. And you stared at the man known as Gordie. The gym leader stared up at you through the snowflakes and wind. You stared down at him surprised as he continued to stare at you...before he looked back down to the scarf in his hand..and smiled. He smiled gently looking at the scarf before looking back up to you and you paused. Staring at his gentle smile towards you as his other hand pushed the blonde-white hair from his face, the sunlight bouncing off the snow and reflecting in his ice blew ones as snowflakes gently fell onto his own face. He held up the scarf to you and for whatever reason you felt your face heat up- What the-

"AH!!" A woman's shriek cut through the air, cutting through any serene experience and crashing through the air. "HELP!! HE STOLE MY PURSE!!"

You barely had any time to turn around before you felt yourself be shoved backwards by a masked man, slipping on the snow and ice gathered on the steps, and your back painfully hitting something metal as you tumbled over it backwards-

...

And then there was a splash.

[angeloelip]

In April 2023 my Family plan to go on a vacation where we can refresh and celebrate my Mother’s birthday. I actually suggest to have a vacation there since my Father lives in San Antonio Zambales so we can have a vacation and relatives visit too.

My Mom and Dad were not together so we don’t see each other for long time we can only see our Father if we visit him. Some of us rode a bus to get there it is 4 to 5 hours travel. We are so excited specially me because it is my first time to visit the place specially the beaches added up some excitement when my eldest sister tell us stories on how beautiful the beaches in there and telling us what we can do.

We go straight ahead to little Villa beach resort, since we need to celebrate my mom’s birthday first.

The resort has several cottages made up of Kawayan. There are two big rooms for visitors who want to stay overnight, one is air-conditioned. They call it family room. We choose to have the kawayan cottages, we really love to have this old version of staycation.

I really love the place, I felt peace all over my body. I can say I can relax in this place.

Pundaquit beach is located in San Antonio, Zambales it is my Father’s hometown.

Pundaquit is one of the barangays in San Antonio. In Zambales, when you say Pundaquit, most locals refer to it as beach. Maybe because of the fact that the barangay resides in a coastal area. So when people say “let’s go to Pundaquit,” it’s tantamount to saying “let’s go to the beach.

For someone like me who can simply appreciate the abundance of nature, it will always be a pleasure to see beaches deluge with mountains and trees. Pundaquit doesn’t offer white sand and turquoise-like water, but it proffers natural glow which makes you feel away from pollution and draggy vibe of the city

How could you not be amazed on a scene where sea waves directly hit the rocky mountain’s foot before it reaches the shore? How could you not be mesmerized to the perfect view of sunset?

Pundaquit also serves as terminal point of the tourists hankering to see Anawangin Cove, Nagsasa Cove and Capones Island. From Pundaquit, it takes 30 minutes to reach Anawangin, more than an hour to Nagsasa, and 25 minutes to Capones.

With fine and greyish sand, the sea water is abruptly deep few meters from the shoreline. Resort owners describe it as “biglang lalim” and warn visitors who do not know how to swim not to go farther to avoid any undesirable incidents. It’s not like any other beaches where even if you’re already 10 meters away from the shore, water level remains chest-deep

This is absolutely a perfect beach for swimmers and surfers who look for added adventure during their stay. The primary source of income of people living around the area is fishing. So expect that while you’re swimming, fisherfolks flock in the area taking advantage of the vast sea to catch fish. This scene is very visible in the wee hours of the morning. It somehow benefits picnic goers craving for fresh fish since fisherfolks sell it at very reasonable prices. You can cook, fry or grill freshly catch seafoods.

There is a lot of souvenir shops from locals that we can purchased for our friends and families but also to help people in there to support there living.

The municipality of San Antonio Zambales makes sure that they are doing there best to enhance the beauty of the place.

As I surely love to go back over and over, my hopes are also high that its inhabitants would preserve it as what it is at present and keep the beach untouched by modernity. I believe it is better keep that way.

[echantedtoon]

Diamond In The Rough Ch3

( Warning: Slight warning for mentioning of Scars on Zen's body and for reader falling into the water and needing to be pulled out, picture above is the pool of water Y/n falls into just before they reach Bob's Your Uncle. Imagine the college a bit like the school building in Pokemon Scarlet and Violet but a bit different as I describe in the chapter. I should've mentioned this Earlier, but this story takes place after chapters 30-31 of Love Doesn't Do Encores/A Champion Time For The Heart but obviously reader's life goes down a different path from the other stories. Also bare with me through the first school year. Things don't get interesting until right after the first year's over.)

You know. You still remembered that time you asked Victor about long long it'd take someone to get to Circhester by train-

"So how long until we reach Circhester?"

"It's the farthest town from all the others in Galar except for the town in the Crown Tundra Valley but that's farther in the mountains than we need to go," Victor explained after he had pulled out his own phone and pulled up his regional maps to look through them, "It's also deep within the Galarian Mountain Reign so it'll take us about three weeks to get there by train."

It took you an entire three weeks by train in order to reach that chilly all year round town, by then it was Mid August when you finally reached the place you needed to go to in order to reach the town. You remembered that part of what Victor told you as well-

He nodded again. "The stop we want is Steamdrift Station. From there it's about an hour walk down Steamdrift Way until we get to Circhester and it's gyms."

You still remembered the small send off everyone gave you back in Postwick when you first set off. You made sure to finish everything you owed Mrs. L and your old boss before gathering your belongings and your pokemon, and getting all the info you needed to know from Sonia to know what to do and where to go. She'd written it all down for you and even set up a GPS with Sparky to mark your destination for you to help keep track of your trip over. Mrs. G was nice enough to give you some money for the train ticket and baked you some nonperishable food for your trip which hopefully would be enough for your long trip since you absolutely REFUSED to fly on over there, so train would be your way to go. Thus began your long, LONG trip to the Galarian Mountain Range. Just like your trip back to Motostoke, you slept on the emptied seats at night but being more prepared Sonia had set up Sparky's phone's gps to set off an alarm once you reached the likes of the station you wanted so you wouldn't have to  stay up all night again to keep an eye out for the right station you wanted. Which was a great idea! Over the next few days you fell into that repeated pattern minus taking turns staying up at night and during the day just thinking about random things while eating food from your rations or looking at whatever you could find pulled up from the internet to show you. You past many different things, different landscapes, different towns, and many people you saw. Day in and night out you traveled and traveled and traveled. You were starting to get train sick with how much this was going on and found yourself walking up and down the walkways  to keep up the exercise and not let your legs turn to jelly. Until one particular night when you woke up with a shiver. There was a chilly atmosphere inside the metal train from when you were last awake and it was enough for you to make yourself get up groggily. Only to find your drizzilie was lightly shivering as well curled up against your warmer body and stayed clung to you as it groaned in protest at the cold. What the- It was still July so many days traveling were spent very nice and warm, but now there was a certain chill to the air. With a confused groggy blink, you turned your attention towards the window and blinked at the sight of frost coating the glass. Oh- You much be approaching the mountains. Sigh. Time to bundle up. The rest of the days there was pretty much the same, only now it was hard for any of you all to get to sleep now curled up in the seats because of the cold. Why you even dug out a scarf and wrapped it around your neck and half your face. Didn't these trains have darn heating!? The landscape outside the windows changed too. Going from looking like fall-ish time of the year to mid way between fall and winter, until the last day when you all woke up to have found yourselves so, so...SO!! Cold, and you shivered yanking the hood over your f/c hair more as you looked around and noticed white snow was being blown against the windows like some snow storm. And for all you knew there could actually be one out there.

The only one who didn't seem affected by the shift in weather at all was Zen who still ignored your existence and just spent his days looking out the windows or suddenly grabbing your bag and shaking it until you gave him food or something fell out of it he could eat, which only lead to a lot of your objects having to be picked up off the floor. But when you scolded him or interacted him in anyway he didn't seem to get angry or anything. Zen just gave you a bored look and (outside of if he was hungry-) wouldn't even bother to look at you. Instead he sat far away just curled up asleep or looking boredly out the window. Hence the name you gave him, Zen. You still remembered when you first saw him as well. It was just a normal day that you happened to be going through your limited belongings, and found the pokeball you won in that game last year at the Christmas Fair when Lee invited you to spend it with them upon learning you hadn't anyone to spend the holidays with. Ironically that day Hop also had been visiting you and noticed you holding the pokeball-

"Hey," he asked pointing to the pokeball, "Whatcha got there?"

You blinked at what he was pointing at before following his eyes and holding up the pokeball you still had in your hands. Oh right. You still had this! "Oh this? It's that pokeball Lee won me last Christmas."

"Really?" He hummed and gave it a curious look over, "Oh wow. What kind of pokemon is it?"

You shrugged. "I dunno. I haven't really opened it up yet. I was gonna do it today but you showed up then."

He stood up smiling like he always did. "Well then let's find out!"

You agreed and the two of you went outside. Arceus forbid it'd be something as big and bulky as an onix or duraludon and destroy Mrs. L's house. Doing it outside was MUCH safer. So the two of you went outside and once you got a safe just-in-case-of-giant-pokemon away from his house, you threw the balls, and what was inside came out in a bright white light. A blinding white light came forth and what came out of the light was-...More..white? And red too. Silver chirped in alarm at what ended up shaking it's strange red and white fur out and bristle up before it sniffed the air, gave a snort noise...and then slowly turned it's head around to look at you. It was about as tall as your shoulder and it just silently stared at you. Well...It was certainly smaller than an onix, but you stared at it in surprise. And when you looked at Hop you blinked. He seemed even MORE surprised! His eyes wide and blinking at the pokemon still silently staring at you two.

"A ZANGOOSE?!," Hop finally spoke making you jump and snap your head to him, his golden eyes widened in both awe and wonder.

"Zangoose?" You blinked between him and the pokemon who then yawned seeming not the slightest bit surprised seeing you and being more bored. Looking at the pokemon now, you recognized the red fur patterns clearly. It was in fact a zangoose. The zangoose reached it's clawed hand up to scratch behind his ears. "Well...I wasn't expecting that." 

"Neither was I to be honest," Hop added with a frown, "Mostly because these guys aren't native to Galar at all."

Your head snapped back to him. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah..So how in the world did this guy end up here, and in a game of all things?"

That WAS a good question. How DID a zangoose end up all the way in Galar if they weren't native? Pokemon poachers? Did a foreign trainer just abandon him here? Was he accidentally brought here by other means? You had no idea. You watched as he sniffed around a few more times before it's head finally snapped to you and Silver made a noise before diving behind yours and Hop's legs. It just..stood there and stared at you silently for a long moment before Hop finally leaned forwards and also stared at you. Well you stared silently back at him raising a brow between both of them before it hit you. They weren't looking at YOU. Their eyes were trained far too downwards to be looking at your face, so f/c eyes followed their gaze and you realized something. They were both staring at the pokeball in your hands. But just in case you decided to test this theory by holding the ball up, and sure enough the Zangoose's red eyes followed it as you held it up silently. He was staring at the fact you were holding HIS pokeball!! You continued to stare at one another before the thing just scurried up to you making you yelp and jump back as it was suddenly standing right in front of you sniffing at you like a curious puppy before those long claws wrapped around your arm-

"Don't panic!," Hop shouted suddenly as you let out a loud surprised noise as your arm was promptly and forcefully made to extend out and you were yanked to lean down at the waist by the zangoose and you practically froze as your arm was at the mercy of those claws that was wrapped around it. You wanted to pull away instantly but hearing Hop's shout you froze. "It's not going to hurt you!" He assured as you just stared at him in panic. "It's just curious....I think."

Well his unsure tone was helpful. "You don't say," you hissed through clenched teeth side eyeing the zangoose and it's claws around your arm as if sniffed curiously at it before it brought your hand to his face with a bewildered expression finally releasing one of his clawed hands from your arm-...Only to lightly wrap it around your hand and seemed even more confused just silently looking at them, like he was comparing your plain defenseless hand against his sharp long claws. His fur was ..soft. Softer than you would expect from how rough he looked. Quite literally. He was covered in a few obvious scars that must've been from some really bad fights, which gave you the impression he might start fights or perhaps he had a bad temper. But the way he was holding you was gently, even if he was manhandling you. After a bit he turned his head to your still slightly panicked face letting you see a big scar running across his right eye and running down his side to his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes at you for a long moment before one of his claws reached up and poked your nose lightly. "Hey!" Your nose scrunched up and you narrowed your eyes. "That wasn't very nice of you. Could you please let go of my arm now?"

His response was to snort but immediately released your arm which surprised you but the pokemon seemed to be sizing you up looking you up and down and ..crossed his arms which surprised you further which was very human like. His head tilted to the side seeming to think for a moment before he sighed, nodded, and then turned his attention and curiosity to Silver who let out a startled choke behind you all as he began to walk around you both towards the startled water type.

"Well...That was strange," you finally commented raising a brow as the thing walked on it's two legs around you.

"I think he was just trying to figure out his new situation," Hop commented back just as the Zangoose walked behind you both. "On the bright side I don't think he's hostile unless you're hostile to him first." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know a whole lot about these guys since they're not from Galar, but from what I heard they're territorial and show aggression where it's given. I-I'll ask Sonia for more info about them."

"Well that's comforting," you mumbled looking back once you heard a panicked chirp. The zangoose was literally manhandling Silver in his giant paws, holding him above the ground and was turning him this way and that sniffing at him as the drizzlie panicked and waved his arms and legs about wildly begging you to save him. "AH! No, no, no, no!! HEY!" The zangoose looked at you boredly as Silver struggled in his grip. "You can't hold him like that!" It still stared at you- "Put! Him! Down! NOW!!" You practically shrieked at it surprising it and the grip on Silver loosened letting the drizzlie fall with a thud to the ground before scurrying over to you. "You can't just pick up random people- Uh..Pokemon like that without asking!" You scolded the surprised zangoose who just stared at you. "Don't ever do that again! Or else you're gonna be in big trouble!"

The thing said nothing as it stared at you for a long moment before his arms flopped to his side and his ears went back as he gave some kind of whine-growl of annoyance and looked away. Well..could've been worse. Silver peered from behind your legs and gave a loud angry chirp at him which the zangoose didn't respond to-

"ZZZTT. Attention Passengers!," the conductor announced over the speakers to anyone left on bourd making come back to attention quickly from memory lane, "We'll be arriving at SteamDrift Station within ten minutes. That is all."

Oh crap! That was your stop! You all made sure to gather your things, you especially making sure to pull the small hoodie over your Drizzilie's head before pushing him into your bag and telling him to stay in there until you said it was safe for him to come out before zipping your bag up but leaving enough of an opening to allow fresh air to him. Slowly after a few minutes the train finally came to a stop and you called out towards Zen who grumbled but obeyed your order to follow you out towards the door, you grunting as you struggled to sling the bag over your shoulders. You had forgotten how heavy Silver actually was when carried. You were extremely thankful for the guys getting you the thick coat and scarf too because the familiar full force of Winter hit you as soon as the you all stepped out the door and you shivered from the frosty cold greeting you all. The entire sky was painted in grey snow clouds that made the day look a little dull while snow gently fell from them and down towards the earth below. Around you was a plain looking station that looked more deserted since no one not even a station master was there, and surrounding you all was cliffsides and hills like in Stow-on-Side except unlike Stow-on-Side these were absolutely COVERED in snow and ice as far as the eyes could see as the four of you stood there taking in the sights. The only living things besides you all being pine trees scattered across the snowy land with a cobblestone road leading away from the station. Ah! You remembered this part. That was Steamdrift Way and about an hour's walk down that way would lead you to Circhestor and when you checked Sparky's GPS maps it also confirmed that. Good. The snow was starting to slowing fall again from the gray clouds and you shivered, pushing the scarf further up your face before stepping from the station's floor and took your first step into the pathway.  Snow and ice crunched under your feet making you sound like a wooly mammoth trudging through the snow. You (even you through your scarf covered mouth) could see your breath as snowflakes stuck to your bodies like someone glued white confetti to your clothes as you all followed your memory and Sparky's map through the snow. Thank goodness it didn't cover the road up, or else you might've gotten lost. As you all trudged alone keeping your hands in your pockets after pulling the ends of the sleeves over them to help keep them warm, you all FINALLY came to the stone bridge you encountered before. A cold river running with cold water ran under it as you all crossed and as you walked over it you prayed your drizzilie didn't decide to pop out wanting to swim or see what was going on. So you continued to walk and walk, until you finally reached the end of the road that lead into a metal fenced entrance to Circhester. And you had a collected sigh of relief once you got there. It was decently big with it's many story stone buildings you could make out in the snow with cobblestone roads leading everywhere and the figures of two large stadiums on either side of the town as you all got to walking into it. You all passed the pink pokemon center near the entrance of the town and turned right heading towards what was the town square. A hot spring like fountain was dead set in the middle and there was people walking all around in winter wear with some ice type pokemon or pokemon who could stand this cold weather. Two men had stands selling food in the square as you walked past, one selling some kind of hot wraps and the other......ice..cream?? Oh well. Whatever floats their boat you guessed. 

You stood there staring at the scenery around here and now that you weren't so focused on being rushed into battles or trying to find/rush things, you could get a good look at your surroundings now. And BOY was Circhester a LOT bigger than you first realized. Yeah there was everything you first saw the last two times you were here but you also noticed there seemed to be a LOT more people and more buildings plus a cobblestone road leading away and into some more hills where you could see some more TALL buildings just behind the Rock-Type Gym that seemed a bit farther away from the main town. Ah! That must be the way to the college! And according to Sparky, your hunch was right! With a smile you headed towards the right of the town where the rock type gym was. You passed a people with Zen walking right behind you catching a few people's attention to the zangoose, not that you blamed them considering that most of them probably never had seen a zangoose considering the pokemon breed wasn't even native to Galar. You passed what you could only describe as a bath house modeled closely to the buildings of the ancient roman times back on your world, The Hero's Bath. Ah. You remembered that from last year too, the water steamed and seemed boiling hot as you merely gave it a side glance and continued on your way up the stone steps leading up to the rock type gym before turning to the right and continuing on the cobblestone pathway leading around the gym and-...Huh. You never noticed, but there was literally a LOT of more people around here now. Lots of young people around your age or slightly older. They went back past you back towards the town and back up the pathway in the same direction you were headed, LOTS of them carried various forms of backpacks, boxes, books, papers, and a slew of other things. Sometimes even having a pokemon with them helping to carry more boxes, books, etc for them. Strange. Or it would've been strange if you hadn't started coming around the GIANT snow covered hill behind the rock type gym and was met with another sight that made you give pause and letting Zen bump into you a bit at the sudden stop. 

"...Holy Arceus!! This place is HUGE!!"

It was still snowing through the grey clouds and through the snowflakes you saw what you were expecting but also not expecting at the same time. A GIANT building almost thrice the size of the Rose of Rhondelands Hotel was standing there proud and tall, and you did mean tall, it was taller than Rose Tower even as you still stood there staring up at it. And it..was in the odd shape of a castle-ish like design a lot like Hammerlocke's gym. The cobble stone pathway lead up to the giant building's giant double doors and split off between two other large (but not AS large as the school) buildings that was in front of it on either side of the pathway. What must've been HUNDREDS of people and their pokemon walking around all three big buildings and the pathways. You stood there still staring around the place feeling very small within the big scheme of things before a small poke of Zen's claw curiously to your face snapped you out of it. 

"Zang?"

"Ah!" You blinked at the single claw gently poking your cheek and followed it over to the bored face of Zen who had his ears pulled back in annoyance in your lack of response. "Oh. ...Yeah you're right, Zen." You shook your head and looked forward. "I can't just stand here like a statue. I gotta go get situated. C'mon Zen."

Zen gave off a sigh, but obeyed and followed you to the front of the biggest building which you suspected was the main building. Ok. Just follow what Sonia told you. Go to the Entrance Hall and get your class schedule from the secretary or whoever was in charge of handing them out to all the students, then go get your Student ID and get settled in. You made a mental note to thank Sonia later for all of the help she's given you for everything. Zen continued following you walking up to the steps leading up to the building with his ears pulled back, guess big crowded areas annoyed him, and Silver by now had decided to poke his head out of your bag with his hood over his giving a curious chirp to the sight that met his eyes. You all pushed open the doors which were constantly being pushed/pulled open and closed by hundreds of other people and you stopped and again stared wide eyed. HOLY ARCEUS!!! This entrance hall was HUGE!! The ceiling was as high as your standard two story house and you were met with a carpeted floored GIGANTIC room filled to the BRIM with books and tall shelved with more books, except for one wall on the left with computers which currently all were being used by people, and a couple tables with chairs. There was stairs leading up to a second level of more shelves and books and two elevators, on the first floor was another elevator and another pair of double doors leading down a hallway which you guessed must've lead to more rooms. But you were so surprised to how quiet this place was, just a murmur of talking was heard mostly from the line in front of you leading up to the front desk where a middle aged woman and man was furiously typing away behind computers before handing a person a piece of paper before being replaced by another person as the line continued to wait. OH! Those two must be the ones responsible for handing out class schedules like Sonia told you about. So with a smile you went ahead and joined the line gaining a few stares since again, it's not everyday someone showed up with a Zangoose. Luckily the college was completely pokemon friendly so Zen and Silver were allowed to roam the college with you! It took maybe twenty minutes of waiting for you to finally reach the people in front of you and it just so happened to be the man who was free after he gave a girl holding a pichu two pieces of paper.

"Next!," he called sounding tired before you rose a brow and walked up to him. Opening your mouth to say hi- "Name?" he bluntly asked not even looking up from the computer.

Well that caught you off guard as you blinked for a moment furrowing your brow, but you answered. "Um...Y/n L/n?"

And the man without even looking at you typed your name into the computer letting you hear the keys typing away. "Oh yes. Another Standard Course student. One moment please and I'll have all your info printed out for you."

You were left to just...stare at the man and exchanged a look with Zen as the man typed away furiously with a face like he was tired but very familiar with this process. It was only then you noticed the giant printing machine behind him that clicked to life as the man typed with what must've been sore fingers. One, two, three pages were clicked out of the machine to which the man rose a brow at the screen...Pushed his glasses up over his face and squinted...before just turning around and grabbing the three papers, stapled them together, reached under his desk to pull out three other things before standing back up and facing you.

"Here's a map of the university," he spoke handing you a folded piece of paper he pulled from the desk. "And here's your room key." He then held out a small metal key which you also took. "Hold onto it. You only get one and you'll be paying for a replacement if you lose it. You're room's in Dorm B Room 35 on the second floor and you'll be sharing the space with two room mates." Oh...Well you weren't expecting it to be this fast or easy, but then again with so many students they wanted to probably make things as fast and easy as possible. He then held out the stapled papers. "This is a list of all your class schedules with the times marked as well as your teachers' names and the calander of what days classes are out, holidays, and when the college year ends next year. As well as all the rules of C.U.." He then squinted his eyes. "Read. Them. Thoroughly. Any rulebreakers will be expelled as consequence. And here's your gym uniform. You're required to wear them during gym class and battle studies. Wash them and keep them clean." He then handed you a pair of clothes and pointed towards the double doors. "Before you get your package you need to report to the cafeteria for your Student ID card."

You were still processing everything that he said and looking at everything you held in your hands, but blinked when he mentioned that last bit. "Pick up what now?"

The older man sighed. "Your class books of course. Some students preorder their class books from C.U. before the year begins and according to the info submitted in with your application, so did you. All preordered packages are stored in the Director's office awaiting to be picked up, but BEFORE you can get a package you need a student ID card to show proof of identity before you can get it." He then again pointed towards the double doors. "Which is why you need to head to the cafeteria in order to get your ID card."

"Oh. Uh. Ok! Thanks!"

"Glad to help. Next!"

Well despite his rude-ish attitude, you were glad things were going so smoothly so far. Thanks to the map you also found the cafeteria pretty easily and there was little stations set up of other staff memebers taking pictures with machines. What you had to do was sit down on a chair, fill out a small card with the info needed, and then the machine would pop out a small hard plastic card with your picture and info on it. Very fast, easy, and convenient. It only took you ten minutes with waiting. Then it was just to the Director's office which was on the top floor where all the teachers' offices were located and it just so happened be the very last and biggest one. Go figure. Well one elevator ride later and you and Zen were walking down the hallway until you reached a door with the words 'Director Flake' written on the door. Well this must've been it. With a look back to Zen who seemed..curiously looking around more with his ears peeled back you reached a hand up and knocked on the front door. The knocks echoed throughout the empty hallway and a moment of silence followed before there was a man's voice calling from the inside.

"Come in. The door's open."

With that you pushed the door wide open and inside was a...well a typical principle's office only slightly bigger. You blinked looking around eventually stopping at a giant oak wood desk in the middle of the giant room, sat a top said desk was a high tech computer with two tall stacks of papers next to it on either side and behind the computer typing away was a man. He looked about as old as EX-Chairman Rose was, with white-gray hair, blue eyes, and he wore a pair of glasses and a very nice looking black suit more fit for a court room. He looked extremely professional, 'like multi-million dollar professional rich business man lawyer CEO who owns his own expensive company and is very successful' kind of professional with his demeanor and the resting blank face of his as he stared at the screen without even looking your way.

"Well don't just stand there with the door open," he bluntly said making you flinch, "We're not paying the heating bill to warm up the outside. Come in and state your business here."

You again looked to Zen, who's face was now scrunched up in annoyance at the man before you both, before you walked in and closed the door behind you. "I'm here to get a package?"

"Which one?", he again asked bluntly and again without even looking at you and it was just now when you took notice of all the different sized packages to the right of the desk. Some were as big as a standard kitchen chair and others were as small as a small book.

"Um...The one with my name on it?"

He rolled his eyes and you were taken aback by it. "And WHAT do tell is your name?"

"Y/n L/n?"

CLACK- You blinked at the off key that was typed out and the Director paused before every SO slowly turning to you with wide eyes and stared at your bewildered form. Those eyes looked you up and down slowly as if assessing you for a long, LONG awkward silent moment before he narrowed them and had the audacity to look almost...disappointed?? 

"Hm. So you're the heroine who saved the Champion and Galar twice?," he asked more to himself than you again looking you up and down. "You're certainly not what I expected."

"Excuse me?", you finally asked back an annoyed face coming over yourself. "That's pretty rude of you to say! Especially since I've never met you before! Who are you anyways?"

"Oh yes. How rude of me." He sounded more bored if that was even possible and you couldn't help but find his oh so 'im better than you obviously' voice annoying as he stood from his seat and placed a hand to his chest. "I am the Director and Head Dean of C.U., Snow Flake. I supervise everything that goes on in this college and make sure everything runs smoothly." The same hand pushed up his glasses and stared at you. "And I was informed all about you from Madam Dahlia."

"...Have you now?"

"Of course. She and the Champion both spoke very highly of you and naturally when I found out that one of the heroes of Galar wanted to attend my school, I accepted her proposal without hesitation."

"...You agreed to my scholarship based on the fact I just so happened to do some good deeds?"

"Naturally." Oh..Well if he granted your scholarship based on the fact you did something good for others maybe he wasn't so bad- "If I accept the Hero of Galar as one of my students, then the reputation of C.U. would be forever known as the 'University of The Heroes of Galar.' The application rate would increase dramatically! Attendance would increase through the roof so to speak."

"Nevermind," you mumbled to yourself, "So that's it huh?"

"I'm expecting great things from you during your stay with us," he spoke COMPLETELY ignoring what you had just said to him and turned which made your annoyance at him grow and your frown widen, "Now as I recall you signed up for our full course. Splendid. That's just the push and dedication we need to show more students around here. Maybe you can be a good influence on some of them." He mumbled that last part to himself but you still heard before he gestured to the largest box on the floor. It wasn't too big but big enough for you to have a hard time holding. "All the books you'll need would be in there, I also took the liberty of sorting your classes as there's so many. Some will be sent to you online to work after school in order for you to work over the weekends, you'll also need to join earlier classes in order to keep up with all the materials you signed up for. That's written on your printed schedule you have. These are your books but you'll have to stop by the school's in store if you need to get anything else you need including writing materials. You should be able to find that on the map."

So...he only accepted your scholarship on the basis that your 'reputation' might drum up more attendance for the academy. Well nice to know what he was like. Shallow. Hm. Well you guessed it was better to know what his personality was at the very start at least instead of finding out before it was too late. You just hoped your other teachers weren't like this guy all stuck up and shallow.

"Thanks. I'll just grab my box and go to my room then."

"Be sure not to get lost on your way there. It'd be a terrible start off for the school year."

Surprisingly it wasn't you who grabbed the box but Zen. The zangoose took one bored look at you trying to pick up the giant heavy box while already carrying a giant heavy backpack with all your belongings plus Silver inside it, before you were roughly yanked back with a yelp and two clawed red paws picked up the box with ease for you. Zen turned, gave the Director a deep scowl and hiss, made him jump, before turning to the door and just like that just walked on out the door like nobody's business. You gave the Director a quick and blunt apology to avoid any unwanted headaches over that later and quickly followed after Zen.

"Hey." You called after him coming to jog up next to him and giving him a look. "That wasn't very nice back there. You shouldn't just hiss at someone, that might get us in trouble." Zen only grunted and rolled his eyes- But flinched when your hand suddenly patted his head in a stroke motion like how you'd pet a cat. "But thanks for the help." You smiled. "I'm glad I got such a strong capable boy like you around to help me." Zen paused for a moment as you continued to pat his head-...before scoffing and turning his nose away from you, never mind you could clearly see his tail wagging behind him. "C'mon. I gotta stop by the campus shop before we head back for the dorm." You said taking out your map. "Now let's see where it is."

According to the map, the campus supply shop was between the cafeteria and nurse's office which doubled as the Health Classroom. Ah! You already knew where the cafeteria was so finding the shop was easy. And it was! The shop was about as big as a classroom with a worker behind a desk with a register and inside were a wide array of shelves that nearly touching the ceiling and chalk FULL of any and all school supplies you could think of. From simple pencils, pens, and erasers to giant trifold poster boards you'd use to display projects on and spare C.U. gym uniforms. Well...Needless to say you went on a semi shopping spree and in the end you had to make Silver get out of your bag to help you carry the many bags and three trifold display boards that you purchased from the small school store. A few people gave some looks at the girl who was balancing so much stuff while trying to read a map at the same time being trailed by a drizzile and zangoose carrying other bags and boxes. You ended up following the map and what that man told you over to Dorm B Room 35 on the second floor and stopped in front of the wooden door with all your things as people continued to walk around you and go in and out of other rooms around you. Guess this was it, but why could you hear noises from inside? Well you would've used your key but considering the door was open you just opened the door and walked right in followed by your pokemon. On the other side wasn't what you were expecting. A small common area/kitchen area was there just stuck in one space with a sink and such and across from that was a small carpeted area with a sofa and small coffee table. Across from that was three random doors and inside the room was two other girls both around your age. One was on the sofa on her phone with green hair that just gave you a side glance...before going back lazily back to her phone, and the other had bubble gum pink hair and blue eyes who looked REALLY familiar for some reason holding a small microwave meal she must've just made. You just stood there for a moment staring back at the two of them silently before Bubblegum Hair smiled at you from the half kitchen half living room area.

"Oh, hello. Are you looking for someone?," she asked politely thinking you might've been lost.

"Um...I was uh-..Told this was my room?"

Her blue eyes immediately lit up in realization. "OH! You must be the third room mate!" She realized and smiled at you. "I wasn't expecting you so soon. Come in." She said motioning with one hand to come in and then to herself in a friendly way. "I'm Stacy. Stacy Joy." She then motioned to Ms. Green Hair still ignoring you both on the sofa. "And that's our dorm mate, Emerald."

"Y/n L/n," you answered back, "And Joy huh? As in Nurse Joy?"

She nodded again happily. "Yeah! My Mom's the nurse at the Circhester Pokemon Center and my grandmother teaches the health class here at the academy."

"Oh. Does that mean you're here to get a nursing degree?"

She nodded. "Yep! Advanced Medical Course Sixth Year Student! This year's actually my last before graduating. What about you?"

"Oh. I'm not really after any degree or course specifically. I'm just taking the Standard Course."

"No kidding? Emerald too! It's her second year on the course so she'll be graduating this year too! But you're a first year aren'tcha?"

"How did you know?"

She gestured to the amount of stuff you carried. "Only a first year would be carrying that much stuff with them."

You looked down at yourself embarrassed and coughed. "W-Well...I haven't really had time to grab everything I needed and figured I'd just grab everything I needed just in case."

Stacy only chuckled before waving a hand over towards the first door closest to you. "Well that's your room there. You should already have been given the key by one of the librarians just go right in and make yourself at home."

You smiled at her. "I will! Thanks!"

You then proceeded to walk into the small room which just consisted of a small bed and desk with a lamp and an adjacent bathroom. A bit smaller than you were expecting but it was gonna be nice to have your own space for once and you were fully prepared to make this your own. This was it! College Life. You were finally going to college on your own terms AND with a sholaship no less, but you were determined to work hard to make the most of your first year of college and work hard at it! You then proceeded to spend the rest o the day unpacking and putting things away before you awoke the next day bright and early to Sparky's alarm and meeting up with Stacy and Emerald (who still continued to ignore the both of you and rather stare at her phone), and there you learnt that the first week of the school year would just be tours given around the campus to allow the students to settle in and get used to everything and meet your teachers and RA. You did end up meeting your RA, he was a nice guy. Strict to the rules, by the book, no nonsense kind of guy but he was really polite when introducing himself and reminding you to not allow Zen to sharpen his claws on anything inside the dorms. Easier said than done since the zangoose had taken to pretending no one else was around him and just lazing about all day again other than following you around bordly. You took the chance to familiarize yourself with the layout of the college including the laundry unit, indoor swimming pool, and other places. For a community college this place was built like a rich person's dream private university. Also being able to see the different classrooms for different courses was cool. And when next Monday came you were up and adam with Zen and Silver helping to carry all of your books and supplies you needed (since again, pokemon were allowed to accompany their trainers places in the university-) expecting to tackle the new hard school year-....

Only to find every and all subjects incredibly EASY!

YOU. WERE. NOT. JOKING.

Science? Standard highschool science you've heard a bit, the only difference was that there was also the additions of pokemon wildlife (which in itself was pretty simple to understand) and how the dynamaxing and gigantamaxing phenomenon worked. History and Culture? THAT was easy to follow along with all the legends and history books (you actually liked reading since it was more like a science fiction novel to you-) and learning how the government of Galar worked and was established. Languages and Writing? You've taken these kinds of writing assignments before, the only difference was that the teacher would be mentioning you'd also be studying the secend Paldean language which sounded an awful lot like Spanish, which was a bit hard for you to do but nothing Sparky couldn't help with. Arts? Literally studying famous Galarian artists, doing things like pottery, and seeing how art helped influence culture. Home Ec? Literally showing how to properly cook, clean, how to take care of a home. properly filling out a job application, some gardening that would come later that year- ALL of which you learnt growing up being forced to do so under your mother. Math? Algebra, pre-algebra, etc. That was by fair the hardest class you had. Never was too good at math. P.E? That spoke for itself. Just exercising and playing adult dodgeball or something. Health and Medical? Just learning about good hygiene routines, a good balanced diet, how to make healthy relationships and keeping good balances- OH! And what do to if you ever get burnt on a hot stove or someone gets a broken leg etc. Battle Studies?....YOU DIDN'T EVEN DO ANY BATTLING!!! It was just you sitting down and learning about hundreds of different moves, pokemon types, abilities, states, environment factors, etc. Apparently battling will only be for second Standard Course students. Pokemon Care?...Again that spoke for itself with Stacy's grandmother being both the Health AND Pokemon Care teacher on top of being the university's nurse. The old woman looked like an elderly version of Stacy just with more wrinkles and most of her bubblegum hair being a white-gray now with her age. 

This was-....

THIS WAS JUST HIGHSCHOOL!!! WITH ADULTS INSTEAD OF TEENS!! The ONLY difference was that this was a pokemon version of highschool! You'd just get up, go to class, work on whatever paper or assignment was given to you (most of which you knew anyways-) and turn it in the next day when you went to class. Rinse and repeat for at least a month and you just-....COuldn't wrap your head around it at first. Wasn't college supposed to be hard? You literally saw Stacy constantly surrounded by books and papers and writing and staying up some nights with notebooks surrounding her on all sides, typing on her laptop with one hand while scarfing pure coffee with the other. Well one day you decided to ask her about it and she gave you an answer that made sense.

"Well you're taking the Stanard Course. Most people including some of the current Gym Leaders take it because it has the basics of what everyone needs to know. It's all pretty-...Well standard information your first year that everyone should know hence the name. Unless you're taking an Advance or Ultra class like me then things are going to be more Standard. But what I hear from Emerald, your second year's going to be a LOT harder."

"Wait. Really?"

She nodded pointing what must've been her fifth cup of coffee that night at you and blinking her eyes that drooped with the bags under them. "Don't get too cocky and think it'll be easy now. Right now everything's just a review of what you already know, but pride can make someone blind to problems to come, Now if you excuse me, I need to get back to my essay on bone fractures."

And that sentence hit close to home. Pride was the thing those two hairdo weirdos and Mr. Rose let blind them (that and being really dumb to the obvious problems-) so you wouldn't let that make you too confident. You just needed to continue to work hard and keep it up with the studying, even if it was stuff you mostly knew! And you could prepare yourself for next year because you knew what the course would have for you! How did you know?...Emerald liked to rant and rant and RANT about it in her room which with thin walls, you could hear here CONSTANTLY complain loudly to whoever was on the phone just how BORING and HARD and SO UNFAIR these classes and teachers were. Especially Mr. Ruth the P.E. Coach...Yeah. When Emerald wasn't in her room complaining you'd often see her just lazing about on the sofa or...Not in the room for hours on end? Being on year ahead of you of course your classes were different than hers even if you came home later and had more things to do, you barely ever saw her so she didn't really enter your mind. But you did know one thing...SHE WAS SO ANNOYING! With her constant yelling and complaining through the thin walls while you were trying to work on assignments. When you didn't see her she was awful but at least she was useful for something and liked to complain in great detail what kind of stuff you could expect for next year. One month flew by fast which turned into two and two turned into three- And before you knew it December was starting to come to a close and you were doing..Well..Pretty well. Classes were simple enough and you were always able to finish the worksheets/assignments assigned before the next day or finished anything you couldn't get done Saturday morning pretty early before returning it in, and on the weekends you were able to go out and restock your food at the Cafeteria (they LITERALLY sold groceries like some kind of store in there! More money towards the school you guessed), do laundry, take Zen and Silver out to watch them roll around in the snow- It was a mostly peaceful life. You also got to speak to all your friends. Hop must've given Gloria and Victor your phone number as well as Leon because you'd often get calls from them on the weekends with the occasional one from Sonia when she had time. It was nice to have people to chat with although you still felt a bit lonely. The school year itself would be ending soon. While your typical school years would end somewhere mid May, school years here ends mid February which was only a month and a half away. Things were going well so far until one day..One day that'll change your life. It was the first Sunday of January of the new year. You hadn't anything to do. No chores. No work. No studying. And no one else in your shared space was there. Stacy was spending more time in the library studying for her upcoming exams seeing as this was her last year of college and Emerald was-...You had no idea where she was again but you assumed she was doing whatever she was doing. Only you and your pokemon which were both fast asleep. Guess helping you carry things between classes constantly five days a week and spending all day Saturday's being outside would do that to them. 

It was cold outside as you laid down silently in your warm cozy bed, Silver sprawled at your feet and Zen curled up on the carpeted floor softly snoring away. You were comfortably laying there in bed and you could easily sleep in today and have a day off. Watching the snowflakes gently fall from your window and the frost gather on the glass panes. It was a truly peaceful moment of your life. Probably the most peaceful you'd ever been in your life. Surrounded by love and silent serenity, being hugged by the warmth of your blankets. Would things have been this peaceful if you had stayed in your old world? If you could've or chosen to go home? ...No. With your mother it probably wouldn't have. You still would've remained the exact same before you left. And..

You were at peace with this.

Not a worry in your mind. At peace. With a gentle smile on your face watching the small snowflakes go by. Now would be a good day to curl up with a cup of Hot chocolate and spend the day curled up in bed watching movies on Sparky's screen unbothered-

...Hot chocolate?

Your smile disappeared when you remembered. You don't have anymore hot chocolate. You used the last of it Friday night when you stayed up to finish an essay for science class on the topic of what kind of effects stun spore had on different pokemon types' bodies and the effect it had on their muscles. You hadn't picked up anymore since then. ...Well it's not like you NEED it, but you wanted it. Badly. ...Hm. Now that you thought about it, the last time you had some REALLY good hot chocolate was when you spent that time with Sonia and the guys last year in Circhestor. That was a long time ago with all of you smiling, laughing, and listening to everyone just talk. It was nice...And it would be nice to visit that again, even if it was just by yourself. Yeah. When's the last time you did something for yourself? It's been a while. It certainly wouldn't hurt if you just stepped out for just a little while to get some food by yourself, besides both your pokemon were heavy sleepers who'd sleep for hours on end if given the chance. Bob's Your Uncle back in town served some really good curry and hot coco, and the cafe was a really nice small one and it wouldn't hurt to just run down there and have a small moment of peace to yourself would it? Of course not! It'd be nice to have no one trail you a bit and let these guys have a day to sleep in for themselves. With a smile you shimmied out of bed and was careful to get dressed without waking either pokemon and gently leaving the apartment making sure to lock the door behind you. Like every other day, it was cold and chilly outside with only your coat and scared being the protection between you and said cold. Your first step outside and hearing the snow crunching under your feet was a strange peaceful sound as was the atmosphere which smelt clean and of pine trees and whatever food stands were out this time of day. Peaceful. Serene. A few other people were out today too, not as many as there was on the weekdays when classes were going on, but still a lot. Circhestor was right around the giant hill you walked back around past the rock type gym. The small town was hustling and bustling full of college students and possible buyers to be wooed into spending money from all the stands and open stores advertising their wares to the masses. However you were highly unaware of what was going on with your surrounding fellow people. Another woman just so happened to be heading in the same direction as you holding a rather large purse, and a man with most of his face covered by a mask and hood. He followed closely behind the woman behind you as he eyed her purse menacingly. You went past the gym and the Heroes' Bath and walking your way past the square over towards a stairway that went downwards, right by the stairs was a part of the fountain filled full of water, and right around that corner was Bob's Your Uncle. The small little cafe you were hoping to visit. The woman and man behind you getting closer. 

You smiled gently as you grabbed onto the railing of the stairs grabbing it as you descended the snow and ice covered steps. Reaching up a hand to gently pull at your scarf- gasping when a big gust of cold wind shocked you and blew the scarf right out of your hand-

"Hey! Wait!"

Your hand reached out for it as it blew down from the stairs and across the fountain below you and getting caught on the back of someone's head. The man yelped having and long piece of fabric get caught on the back of his head and you stared in shock and embarraassment as the man reached a hand over and grabbed the scarf from his hood and  brought it around to look at it. The teenager girl he was talking to blinked at it as well-

"Hey!" Both jumped before turning up towards you and the man froze as you waved at them smiling. "Sorry about that! That's mine. Can you hold onto it until I get down there?"

"Y/n?!"

You paused. Wha- How did he know your name-..before the man reached up to pull down his hood down revealing a head of white-blonde perfectly styled hair and pulled off his sunglasses to show himself to you. Blue eyes and all. And you stared at the man known as Gordie. The gym leader stared up at you through the snowflakes and wind. You stared down at him surprised as he continued to stare at you...before he looked back down to the scarf in his hand..and smiled. He smiled gently looking at the scarf before looking back up to you and you paused. Staring at his gentle smile towards you as his other hand pushed the blonde-white hair from his face, the sunlight bouncing off the snow and reflecting in his ice blew ones as snowflakes gently fell onto his own face. He held up the scarf to you and for whatever reason you felt your face heat up- What the-

"AH!!" A woman's shriek cut through the air, cutting through any serene experience and crashing through the air. "HELP!! HE STOLE MY PURSE!!"

You barely had any time to turn around before you felt yourself be shoved backwards by a masked man, slipping on the snow and ice gathered on the steps, and your back painfully hitting something metal as you tumbled over it backwards-

...

And then there was a splash.

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

#*deep breath* so#I knew 3 people who took their own lives (not counting relatives)#one of my old classmates and a boy I grew up with and one of my pastors#I loved them and I have a tremendous amount of compassion for them and I hope beyond hope that I might see them again someday in heaven#but I don't believe I can tell God his business and I'm here to say suicide is ABSOLUTELY a lie from the devil#it is self-murder and a terrible sin against yourself and God and your family and your friends and your neighbors#(not to mention the medical and emergency response personnel who have to face the consequences of this lie every day)#it's an action that speaks louder than words and the aftershocks continue longer and farther than you can imagine#and if you would not wish your loved one or your neighbor to believe the lie then PLEASE do not set an example by believing it yourself#because in my experience suicides are not singular (the lie does not stop with you the devil is not content with you)#I hope I don't sound callous or judgmental here because I've battled this lie too#but I will never forget the day I had to attend two funerals on one day#one the suicide of a young person who was so loved and who is so missed#the other for an old teacher who simply plodded to his classroom to teach one morning#(as he had done for almost 30 years) and collapsed on the threshold as God called him home#the atmosphere of the first event was one of the heaviest I've ever felt#the second filled an entire gymnasium with people joyously sharing the story of the teacher's life and previously unseen impact#life is hard and sometimes feels overwhelming but the truth is that life is short and the amount of time we get here on earth#to testify to God's goodness and glory and to love one another as he taught us to do... is finite#trust the one who began your story to know when it should end#remember that he entered your story and died for you so that you don't have to#remember the devil is a liar and a defeated one#remember that heaven is already your destiny in Christ#and hold fast <3#“convinced of this I know that I will remain and continue with all of you for your progress and joy in the faith”#“so that through my coming to you again your exultation in Christ Jesus will resound on account of me”#amen and amen#cw: suicide saving your tags @freenarnian if you don't mind (I can delete if you want)

I think someone needs to compile a book specifically of suicidal Christians talking about their faith and their suicidal feelings and how they intersect and what stops them and all that. at least I need to read it

[alluringjae]

it’s a royal order - jjh

⤑ summary: one of your royal campaigns became a success, and your bodyguard jaehyun was there to see it all happen. it’s only fair to celebrate, right?

⤑ pairing: jaehyun x female reader

⤑ word count: 2k

⤑ genre: fluff, suggestive (dirty talk, jaehyun got a daddy kink, superiority complex!!), implied smut | bodyguard!jaehyun, princess!reader, slight enemies to lovers!au, modern royal!au (where south korea remains under monarchial power)

⤑ warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, family problems and therapy, explicit language

⤑ playlist: lows by pink sweat$ | céline by gallant | i put a spell on you by iza | nasty by ariana grande | dance for you by beyonce | body by sinead harnett

⤑ author’s note: this is definitely less emotional than all i do is wait! i got this idea from a show i really enjoyed before it got cancelled named the royals. specifically, i really liked the story of eleanor and jasper, which is the whole princess x bodyguard dynamic. the pining and tension, ugh! if you know this show or not, it doesn’t matter. anyways, thank you for the 30+ followers and 200 notes on aidiw! enjoy!

i need holy water because of this piece.

⤑ credits to jeongjaehyuns for the gif above uwu

⤑  leave me some feedback, constructive criticism or hellos!

“On behalf of the royal family, I would like to extend my utmost support for the Anti-School Violence campaign for all students to have a safer and more meaningful learning environment.” You proudly announced to the board of officials alongside other influential individuals in Korean society.

Being the only princess in the current royal line may have its pressures, but holding a strong, direct impact for a brighter future for the people motivated you to take advantage of your platform for the better. As the image of pure innocence and revamped women empowerment, you aimed to accomplish all the things your mother wished she could before her untimely death alongside your personal aspirations.

Expressing genuine joy with the campaign, with a tinge of desire to annoy the old-fashioned and closeminded officials, your prying eyes were more enamored by a certain man in the back clapping by the ballroom doors. You can’t help but act flustered whenever he witnessed you in a state of success and satisfaction.

This man went by the name Jeong Jaehyun, your trusted bodyguard since you were in your early twenties. 3 years later, he still stuck by your side and helped you endure all the darkness as a royal.

Back then, you went through a rebellious phase that was ruining the image of your family. Clubbing almost every night, drugs, skipping school, you even managed to get all assigned bodyguards to quit! The media ate up all your tricks, turning them into scandals. That was the plan, of course. You desired your own freedom from all the royal obligations because you didn’t ask to be born into that lifestyle. To all of your peers who wished to be in your footsteps, you would’ve impulsively passed your title to them. There’s so much deception that lies behind the glitz and glam of it all.

This unexpected change in your former untainted attitude came to the point that your father, the king himself, stepped in and personally assigned one of his men to get you in check. He figured that appointing a guard nearest your age may lessen the tension and mend you back together.

In the start, you absolutely despised him. There was no way to fool him when you were up to no good. He easily found your alcohol and drug stash which he disposed of on the spot and stood by your bedroom door every night so you wouldn’t sneak out past curfew (which your father also strictly implemented).

One big turning point in your relationship was when he rushed you to the royal hospital when you drank a cocktail that went unnoticeably spiked. To think that this was a typical social gathering with other royals and officials, you’re a constant target to many. You didn’t wake up for a few days, and the entire time, Jaehyun willingly stood by your bedside and outside your hospital room.

Since that and more instances your father insisted you get involved in royal affairs, you softened up. As cliché as it was, the more time spent with him, the more you knew about him and vice versa. He was the one that got you to fully open up about your grief towards your late mother, encouraging you to seek help. Turns out you weren’t as different as you thought despite your differing ranks in society when he also had a void for a missing parent. In his case, it was his father, who ditched his family for his mistress. Silently, you helped each other recover from your traumas alongside therapy. From dreading his presence, you started treating him more casually. Your father’s tactic of assigning a bodyguard around your age admittedly worked.

Oh, how time flies.

This campaign was the last thing on your weekend agenda, so you had the entire late afternoon and evening to yourself. Bowing one last time to the audience, you stepped down from the platform and accepted the soft hand of your bodyguard, who quickly made his way to you despite the flashing cameras. It was something he got used to as it is part of the job.

Once he successfully ushered you out of the ballroom, his hand still held yours. Nothing new, except this event was quite public and you didn’t want anyone to get any wrong ideas. Strolling down one of the many hallways in the palace became a pastime for the both of you, where no one can catch you. It was a safe haven within the destructive life of the Park kingdom.

“You did phenomenal as I expected, your highness.” Jaehyun complimented, recalling your panic the night before as the stage fright hit strong when you were reciting your speech to him over and over again.

“We are in private, Jaehyun. Must you really use those formalities with me?” You taunted, bobbing your head sideways mockingly. With him could you felt like a normal young adult, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jaehyun loved being frisky with you, catching you get irked up. And he was up to do it again.

“Hmm last time we strolled these halls, Yuta caught us making out after a successful meeting with the Prime Minister.”

You gasped at his statement, conscious of whoever may be in the vicinity. But before you could refute, your hand that was interlocked with his were mightily slammed against the white wall. You lost your breath for a moment, his warm body closely on yours. His free hand freely roamed up and down your covered waist. His lips were dangerously near your neck, where you’re sensitive. Your hips naturally grinded against him to release the pent-up tension.

“Something tells me you want to do it again, princess?” Now he’s just using your title as a pet name, but you couldn’t complain. It just hits differently when the situation was set up like this.

“I deserve it, don’t I? Got a lot of those hell-driven officials on my side for this round.” You raised both your brows cockily, licking your lips.

“Hell yeah, you do.” Finally, he rids of the tension and plants open kisses on your bare neck. Your throaty moans were uncontrollable, and you could care less.

“My princess,”

Kiss.

“So intelligent,”

Kiss.

“So benevolent,”

Kiss.

“So helpful,”

Kiss.

“But,” He changed his pace and direction, swollen lips near your ear.

“But?” You question naïvely. He scoffed, smirking at your antics of playing dumb.

“But a total slut for her bodyguard.” He dominantly planted his lips against yours, one of his veiny hands gripping on your waist and the other by the arch of your butt. He was hungry, needy even. Due to your shared schedules, it’s been a constant struggle to have proper alone time from the snooping eyes of Korean society. After all, it wasn’t in the norm for a princess to fall deep for her bodyguard. Nor were you sure you would be accepted by anyone. Yuta, the bodyguard of your oldest brother, the crowned prince Jinyoung, finding the both of you at that time was a total shock but didn’t care either.

All that mattered was that your feelings towards each other are real and strong. Accepted or not, you had each other.

All this lust put you in a daze, wanting much more than another smooch fest in the hallway. Tugging on his belt, he squeezed your butt tightly. You emitted a moan, which allowed his tongue access. No way could you keep your hands to yourself, touching his upper body and the flexing of his abdominal muscles from his button-up. You felt his now hard member poking through.

Analyzing your area, you were on the other side of the palace. Farther to your bedroom where numerous rendezvouses were made, one kink you’ve considered in the past amplified your mind. Considering this area was also the king’s side, and he was abroad for royal affairs, this was your chance.

“I have an idea, my love. You up for it?” You rose a brow at your lover, challenging him. Not one to overpower this man in bed, but always suggesting a way on how to spice it up.

“And what exactly does your feral brain want to do with me, princess?” His finger lifted your chin so you meet eye to eye. You can just see the fire still burning, and oh how you were ready to intensify it.

“The main ballroom, where my father and late mother’s throne rest, are a few doors away.” Your fingers signal him to lower his stance as his tall height was difficult to reach. With a sneaky smirk,

“Let me ride you in the king’s throne, my love.” Your lips brushed over his and sucked his bottom lip, tugging him by his belt. He groaned, squeezing your butt. “It’s a royal order.”  

“Nasty, your highness. Insanely nasty, you are.” His hands hoisted your waist, boosting you up in his arms. You gasped with profanities, ravenously cut off by his lips again. His nails digging deep in your bare thighs, your legs naturally linked themselves around his torso while your arms passionately intertwined his broad neck.

In between kisses, he carried you to the said main ballroom. One of your wildest imaginations, just a second away. This room remained to be the only place without any guards stationed technological advancements or updated interior designs to preserve its traditional beauty. Dated as far as the 19th century, only special events were held and the highest of the high were allowed inside. Spacious, surrounded by gold linings majestic paintings of angels from above with a huge crystal chandelier right above the center. Right ahead, the original thrones that your ancestors, grandparents, and parents sat on when they were throned in its pure glory.

Pushing your lover on the king’s throne, the gold sun-like rays plastered behind the headrest, he cockily leaned back and manspread his legs for comfort. He rubbed his hands before patting his thigh, waiting for your submission. But you weren’t going to give in just yet.

Not when you prepared a mini-show just for him underneath your designer silk dress.

Jaehyun’s solemn eyes marveled over your gorgeous figure as you stripped down one strap after the other. Due to its silk fabric, it effortlessly dropped down to your figure to reveal a new set of black lace lingerie from your previous trip to Paris. Ages ago, Jaehyun unhesitatingly ripped your favorite ones during his birthday, so you decided to get a mature version of it. A version where your bra lifted your breasts more and undies hiked up to your waist to elongate your legs. Only for the eyes of yourself and the man in front of you, establishing that you were a powerful woman who can be absolutely anyone she can be. Princess, a normal young adult, or his slut, it’s up to you how you see yourself.

Jaehyun mumbled all the profanities he could think of at the moment. Looking like a divine angel when the sun from outside shuns behind you, his slacks tightening so much more than a while ago.

“All this for me?” He ogled shamelessly, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt and untying his necktie. “What did I do to deserve such regal treatment?”

You sneered at his comment, stepping out your dress in your heels and stationing right in front of his luring lap. “You’ve always been there for me, thick and thin. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Lowering yourself to straddle him, his breath hissed when your damp core collided with his crotch. Distracted and caught in your trap, “I don’t think you answered my question, my love.”

Rather than a verbal response, he roughly pulled you back in for a kiss. His hands scattered to explore from your back down to your waist. Your hands messily ran through his hair, tugging on some when your body got too sensitive to his wild touches. The thrilling sounds of the two of you drowning in your fiery romance bounced throughout the ballroom, not minding if anyone passed by the hallways outside. It was a private room after all, and whatever happens here, stays here.

Rolling on his crotch while his lips trailed down to your collarbones, the quick snap of your bra wires echoed. The tight lift lessened as Jaehyun’s fingers dropped the straps, unveiling your bare chest covered in his marks.

“Enough playing, princess. Let daddy have some real fun with you.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 10) - Take Care

Summary: The reader gets to meet Danneel’s parents in a somewhat unorthodox way but receives a warm welcome to her surprise. Meanwhile, a minor medical scare makes Jensen anxious that he takes too much and doesn’t give enough to the reader...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Playing With Their Hair

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, minor frightening situation, minor medical situation, anxiety

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo...

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One Week Later

“Y/N, can we get orange?” asked Arrow from where she sat in the shopping cart. She pointed at the tubes of frosting and you took one off, handing it to her as you went back to searching for a box of red velvet mix. 

“Come on,” you sighed, squatting down. You saw one shoved in the back and you bent down, reaching back to get it. You huffed when you pulled it back, the expiration date still plenty good. “Score. Okay Arrow what other color…”

She wasn’t in the cart anymore as you stood, her bright pink shirt and shorts nowhere in sight. 

“Arrow!” you shouted, people from the farther end of the aisle turning to look at you. You breathed hard and spun around, exiting the aisle and looking at the checkouts. “Arrow!”

“Mam,” said a man in a white dress shirt and slacks, walking over with a headset on.

“I had a little girl with me and she’s missing and she was in the cart and I would have heard her climb out,” you said, walking quickly, the man following with you as you checked down aisles. “Arrow!”

You heard the guy talk into his headset when you caught pink and a guy near the front of the store. She spun around and you ran over, the manager not too far behind you. You didn’t say a word when you kicked the back of the guys knee and grabbed Arrow, picking her up.

“What’d I do?” he said, Arrow turning away. He looked more angry than you were expecting and you swallowed, the manager urging you back. “She’s the one that took my granddaughter!”

“She’s not your fucking granddaughter, pervert. I’m her nanny and soon to be step-mom so you can back the fuck off.”

“Step fucking what?” he said, his face going blank. 

“Grandpa I told you Y/N’s my friend,” said Arrow. You blinked and stared at the man.

“Prove it,” you said. The man angrily pulled out his wallet and ripped out a picture, turning it around. It was a large group photo but you could clearly see Jensen and the kids in it along with… “You’re her father. Danneel.”

“Who the fuck are you,” he said. You took out your phone and went to your pictures, showing him one of your backyard bonfire from the weekend before. 

“Is there a problem?” asked the manager. You shook your head and he rolled his eyes and left.

“Sir, I’m so sorry,” you said. He nodded and glanced down. 

“Well, I can’t blame you. I understand the feeling,” he said. 

“Can we...talk?” you asked.

“I think that’d be best before somebody else gets their ass kicked.”

Fifteen minutes later you had your bag of baking supplies in your trunk, Arrow was playing on the jungle gym and you were sat at a picnic table with Danneel’s parents.

“You guys came down early for JJ’s birthday, huh,” you said.

“We had to come down this weekend instead. Something came up last minute next week,” said her mom. You nodded and took a deep breath. 

“I am so sorry. That is absolutely not how Jensen and I wanted to tell you both.”

“I’m old but I’m tough. I’ll survive,” said her father. You looked over to where Arrow was playing, gnawing on your bottom lip. “You said you were the nanny and soon to be step mom. Mind unraveling that for us?”

“I uh, I started working for Jensen in January as a nanny to help with the kids. The relationship part came a few weeks later. We’ve been engaged very briefly. Don’t even have a ring or anything yet,” you said, shaking your head. “Please don’t be mad at him. It’s taken him so long to stop feeling guilty for having feelings for me. Please don’t be upset with him. I don’t...I’m not trying to replace anyone or anything. I didn’t want to like him. But I did and I love him and he deserves to be happy again.”

They looked at one another and back at you.

“Good,” they both said. 

“Excuse me?”

“We think he deserves to be happy too. He was in such a bad place after the accident,” she said. “He’s sounded like himself again recently.”

“Plus if you’re willing to kick my ass for thinking I took Arrow, that gets you some brownie points,” he said with a smile. You nodded and looked down at the table, swallowing. “Not what you were expecting?”

“Your daughter’s husband is engaged to a younger woman. I wouldn’t blame you at all for whatever you might think,” you said.

“He’s got a lot of time left,” he said. “He doesn’t have to be miserable for it. We don’t want that for him. It’s not what she’d want. He’s doing exactly what she’d want from him and that’s all we can ask of him. Well and maybe stick around the country for a bit so we can see the kids some more.”

“Yeah, no plans to be anywhere but home right now,” you said. You looked over at Arrow and watched her jump off a high platform. She fell down to her knees but got up and brushed them off before she was running again.

“She’d like you,” you heard, your attention going back to the two of them. She was staring at you and you smiled.

“You don’t know a thing about me mam.”

“I think we know the important parts,” she said. You nodded and glanced down. “What do Jensen’s parents think of all this?”

“They know he’s dating but that’s it. I’m supposed to meet them next week,” you said.

“We’ll keep our lips sealed for the time being then,” she said. “What about your folks? What do they think of Jensen and the kids?”

“The kids probably haven’t met either parent yet, right?” he said. 

“It’s kinda complicated...I was adopted. My mom died a long time ago. I don’t have a dad or family really,” you said. You pursed your lips and picked at the corner of the table with your fingernail, the air heavy. 

“Well we approve of him,” he said. “He’s a good kid.”

“I know. He’s very special,” you said. “I just wish something so horrible didn’t have to happen to him and your daughter in order to meet him.”

“We can’t change that fact,” she said. “She’d want you to take care of him, keep an eye on him. Oh and remind him to take a break and slow down every once in a while. He always gets so caught up in work and being on the go. She had to calm him down sometimes.”

“I have noticed that trend,” you said. “I hope you don’t feel like he’s going to forget-”

“No we don’t worry about that. If we learned anything from this it’s just that you have to live while you have the chance,” he said as Arrow ran over.

“Y/N, I’m hungry,” she said. 

“Alright, munchkin. Why don’t we head home and maybe your grandma and grandpa will have lunch with us?” you asked.

“We’d love to,” they said. “We’ll meet you two there.”

“That went shockingly well,” said Jensen late that night when you were having an extra slice of JJ’s early birthday cake. “Those guys loved you.”

“I think we both got a little too worried over the parents situation. Dee’s parents were great, especially considering I nearly broke his knee. I’m really excited to meet yours next weekend.”

“It’s not too long of a drive up there. I haven’t been home in a long time. I’m looking forward to it too,” he said, a big smile on his face. “I’m really glad they liked you.”

“What’s not to love?” you said, Jensen smirking around his piece of cake. “You’re so hard on yourself. I’m really happy they like me too but even if they didn’t, there’s no problem there. You’re allowed to live your life. Dee wants you to keep living it.”

“I still wonder if she was just like ‘this boy is driving me nuts again, he needs a girl,’ and somehow shoved you into my life,” he said.

“Maybe. I mean, it was good timing that I was looking for a new job the same time you were looking for a nanny.”

“Did you ever report that last guy as an inappropriate employer?” he asked.

“I tell the agency but nothing criminal no. I mostly feel sorry for the families. Nannies are stability in the kids lives and leaving them isn’t easy. Unless they’re little shitheads but even then I don’t blame them, it’s the parents that turned them into it,” you said. 

“What’d you think of those three, when you met ‘em I mean,” he said.

“They’re all a little shy like you but they open up if they like you. They’re pretty damn funny. They got wit and sarcasm, even if they don’t know it yet. They’re kind and intelligent and they look to you in how to act like most kids. I knew they were good kids from the start.”

“You’re gonna be a great mom,” he said. You smiled and watched him eat a piece of cake, Jensen tilting his head. “You know they have called you mom before. All three of them. Accidentally but still.”

“Being a nanny has some of the roles of a parent but there’s still a difference,” you said.

“Yeah but you’ve never just been the nanny,” he said, scraping up some frosting with his fork. “Speaking of your sudden thrust into motherhood, the whole kids thing...how many of your own were you thinking of?”

“I don’t know. I don’t need to make a baby to love it. I was adopted and my mom loved me so much. I mean there’s already three of ‘em to chase after.”

“I’d like to have a baby with you. Someday,” he said. You dabbed your finger across some frosting on the plate and sucked on it, staring at him. “I know you do. Y/N there’s no more secrets. There’s never gonna be a secret between us ever again. Sometimes you get nervous but we have to talk about these things and everything. The big choices and the little ones we make together.”

“Honestly? I don’t want you to think I’ll love them less than a kid I make. I won’t. I will treat them all the same but I don’t know how to prove that to you.”

“You told me the day I hired you that I needed to hire someone I could trust, that trust was going to be so important. Y/N, I’ve never doubted your feelings for them. Shit, I’m pretty damn sure you were in love with them before me. And I get it because they aren’t scary. They can’t hurt you like the adults can. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I had a shred of doubt.”

“I gotta think about kids more I guess. How many, when. I don’t know that right now.”

“We’ll figure out all that when we’re ready. Just let me know and we’ll come back to this conversation,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You know...hearing about what you did at the store...that’s kinda super attractive you know.”

“Uh what?” you said, Jensen pulling you into his lap.

“You, going protective badass...that’s very, very hot you see,” he said. 

“You’re such a guy,” you said while he picked up the last piece of cake on his fork. 

“Well we-” he said as you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the dessert, pulling back with a smile. “Oh you shouldn’t have done that.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” you smirked. He narrowed his eyes and set his fork down before he was standing and flipped you over his shoulder. “Jensen! Put me down!”

“Do the crime, do the time!” he said, walking over to the stairs. “Hm...what to do with you...ah I know…”

“You know…” you said before he flipped you down onto the couch and plopped down on top of you, catching most of his weight on his hands on either side of you. “Troublemaker.”

“You love it,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, your hands wandering to his hair, holding him close. You grinned and wrapped your legs around his waist, Jensen kissing you sloppy and cheeky and like a teenage boy making out for the first time. 

“Dad,” said JJ, rushing down the stairs. He dropped this forehead to yours and sighed.

“What is it?” he asked. He sat up and you both looked at her, spotting the pale tint of her skin. “Feel okay?”

“Jensen call an ambulance, now,” you said, pushing him off and going over to her. He sat up and you kneeled down next to her, her lips slightly blue. You put a hand on her chest and felt the labored breathing. “Did you eat something new tonight? Or did a bug bite you?”

“I stepped on a prickly in the bathroom a minute ago,” she said.

“Jesus,” said Jensen as he rushed into the kitchen. “She got stung by a scorpion.”

He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and started unscrewing it.

“Jensen go see what the scorpion is and get rid of it before the twins find it,” you said. He left the bottle with you and shoved the phone against your ear. “Hi, sorry how much of the anti-venom do I give her?”

“There should be a child dosage on the bottle, half the cap,” the person on the other end said. You unscrewed the lid and poured some out, having her swallow it down. She whined and you didn’t blame her based on the smell. “An ambulance will be there shortly.”

“Thank you,” you said, spotting Jensen at the top of the stairs. He was holding his wrist and had a slightly smushed object in one of the clear plastic cups from the kids bathroom. “We have the scorpion.”

“EMT’s should be able to identify it,” she said, Jensen walking down slowly. He took a seat on the bottom step and shook his head. 

“Jensen?” you said, his hand reaching for the bottle. You moved his hand from his wrist and saw two dots there. “Shit. My fiance was stung too.”

“There’s a nest in the bathroom vanity,” he said, pouring himself a dose and knocking it back. “I blocked off the door but get the twins out of there, please.”

“JJ,” you said as you saw her color get better while Jensen was getting paler. You took your phone out of your pocket and dialed, handing it to her. “Tell Uncle Jared to come over right now.”

Five minutes later Jared was there, JJ and Jensen sat in the back of an ambulance, Jensen getting a shot of something in the leg.

“We’re taking them to West County,” said a paramedic.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” you said, JJ staring worriedly at Jensen who has holding his wrist again. Jared looked around as they took off and you sighed. “Hey.”

“JJ said she and Jay got stung by a scorpion?” he asked.

“She got one as far as they can tell. Jensen got three. There’s a nest in the bathroom cupboard,” you said.

“Idiot,” mumbled Jared. You raised and eyebrow and he shook his head. “He forgot to get the pest spray done this year I bet. Dee always handled that kind of stuff. They’ve had a scorpion problem before when they first moved in.”

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna take the twins and stay the night. I’ll call and get the spray guys in first thing in the morning. You go take care of those two,” he said. You nodded and he grabbed your arm when you headed for your car. “Wait five minutes to calm down.”

“Jared I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You just don’t know it. Go inside, get your purse, Jensen’s wallet, take a beat, okay?”

“Okay,” you said. “Make sure-”

“I got it. Go on,” he said. “Make sure he’s not freaking out. Last time he was at a hospital it wasn’t good.”

“Right. Okay. Call me if you need something. And stay away from the kids bathroom.”

“Y/N. I know. It’ll be alright, I promise.”

One Hour Later

“Is dad okay?” asked JJ from where she sat in your lap. Jensen peeled an eye open and smiled. 

“I’m okay. Sleepy is all. We’ll be home in a few hours,” he said. His wrist was bandaged and he had an IV in his arm but he’d taken the anti-venom soon enough that they had enough time to get the proper medication in both him and JJ. She was already discharged but you didn’t want to leave Jensen by himself.

“Mr. Ackles,” said a doctor when she walked in the room. “Your bloodwork came back and everything looks good.”

“Awesome,” he said, sitting up in bed. “Can I get out of here?”

“You got about fifteen minutes left on that IV drip but I’ll let the nurse know to start the paperwork. I want you to take it easy tomorrow. Nothing strenuous.”

“I got it,” he said with a nod. “Nothing strenuous.”

“Jensen,” you said around noon the next day, catching him unloading some wood from the back of his truck. “What are you doing?”

“I was gonna work on those shelves for the kid’s playroom,” he said. You crossed your arms and he threw his head back. “I feel fine. The nest got cleared out and the house got sprayed. I wanna work on this.”

“You have all the time in the world to do it. Work on it tomorrow,” you said, picking up the wood plank. He tried to take it out of your hands and you growled. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Please do what the doctor said and rest today,” you said. He bit his lip and you moved the pieces of wood into the garage, Jensen leaning back against the side of the truck when you shut the trunk. “You’re scared, aren’t you.”

He nodded and glanced at his wrapped up wrist, then down to the ground.

“Hospitals freak me out now,” he said. “I don’t like bugs. My body hurt and knowing I forgot to do something so simple put them in danger sucks. Knowing if she hadn’t come downstairs it might have been real bad sucks. If you hadn’t noticed I don’t know if I would have and it scares me not knowing.”

“Close your eyes for me,” you said. He shut them and took a deep breath, letting you take his hand and walk around to the back of the house. You spun him around a few times stopping him so he was facing the pool about twenty feet away. “Know where you are?”

“Somewhere in the middle of the backyard,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“You said not knowing scared you. Lots of times you don’t know. It’s kinda just how life works,” you said, dropping his hand and moving a few feet away. “Take a big step forward.”

“Y/N, I don’t like this,” he said, fidgeting his hand along the bottom of his shirt. 

“I know you don’t. But would I hurt you?”

“No,” he said. 

“So listen to me. Big step forward.” He took a step and you looked around. “Jump backwards.”

“What?”

“Jump backwards.” He frowned and took a small bunny hop back. “Again.”

“I feel ridiculous.”

“Says the guy who plays pretend for a professional career. Now hop back and then step to the right,” you said. He groaned and did as asked. “Jog forward until I say stop.”

“Are you trying to kill me out here cause I feel like I’m about to break my neck slipping in the pool.”

“I’m trying to get your anxiety out in a non-life threatening way, okay?”

“By having me jump around the backyard like an idiot.”

“By having you get comfortable with the fact that most of life is spent not knowing and you can’t change that fact. You can’t see it all coming.”

He threw his head back but kept his eyes shut. He stared to run towards you and you wrapped your arms around him when he got there, Jensen peeling them open slowly.

“See? I wasn’t gonna let anything bad happen,” you said. He nodded and rested his forehead on your shoulder, pulling you into a squeezing hug. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry for being short and not doing what the doctor asked,” he said.

“Hey, it’s alright. I got scared too last night. Everything is fixed now so no need to worry over it. Why don’t you take a nap and maybe we have a real quiet lazy day while Dee’s parents got the kids for the day,” you said. “Sound fun?”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll take quiet today.”

Three hours later Jensen was curled up with a blanket, his head resting in your lap as you watched a movie together. You played with his hair, Jensen turning into the touch every so often. 

“I know you’re worried about me,” he said. He turned and faced up at you, your fingers swirling in his strands. “I know I’m kinda clingy today which I’m normally not.”

“You can cling all you want, honey,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I wish life would give you a break for a second. No work, no badness. Just some peace and quiet for you.”

“My parents lived here after the accident. For a few months. They were here, Jared and Gen were over every day, my siblings would stop down every week. The first few months I understood. I had an injury I had to recover from. But I felt like a child those few months once I recovered. Everyone taking care of the kids, of me. I was barely a father to them. Playtime. A story at bed. Someone else made most of their meals, did everything for them.”

“You’re a father but you’re still someone’s child,” you said. He blinked and you shrugged. “You were hurt, possibly the worst out of anyone. I know taking care of everyone else is your default but people get to take care of you too. I get to take care of you.”

“I feel like all I do is get taken care of by you,” he said. “I never give it back.”

“You’ve given me a family again. You take care of me every single day.”

“I never see you getting upset. It’s always me. I’m always the fuck up,” he said. You slumped down and took a deep breath. 

“I get upset Jensen. I got upset that very first time we fought, that night with the ice cream. I got upset when you got jealous of that nanny in Canada and we saw my father the first time. I got upset telling you the truth of it all because you of all people don’t need problems like that dumped at your feet. I got upset when we saw him again because I was scared and I was scared he might hurt you too. I got upset when we fought when you got home and I got upset when you proposed because you were so scared and I get upset Jensen. I get upset when you’re hurt. I get upset when I hurt. But I don’t have all those safety nets under me that you do, remember? I just got a couple right now and you’re my last resort. I’ve been my own support system for so long that I can’t undo that all overnight. I know it’s been months but the fact I even let you see me cry, the fact I can even talk about this stuff with you and know all you’re thinking about is how to make me feel better...I still need to heal too. You’ve done so much already. I’m gonna have my moments where this is switched, believe me. But today’s not my turn for that, it’s yours.”

“I love you,” he said, staring up with the softest green eyes you’d ever seen on him yet. “Even more than five minutes ago if that’s possible.”

“I love you,” you said, bending down and kissing him. “You’re the expert on the falling in love stuff though so I’ll leave that up to you.”

“It’s very...it’s what you think it is and it’s not at all what you think. There’s falling and nerves and then calm and then falling and calm and you spend the rest of your life doing that. It’s not magic and it takes work to keep it alive sometimes but all you gotta do is talk. Just talk and it always seems to work out for me,” he said.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked. He nodded and smiled as you went back to playing with his hair.

“You know I really like when you do that,” he said.

“I know you do. It relaxes you,” you said.

“Makes me feel safe too,” he said. “But what’s your secret cause eventually I’m gonna want to know them all.”

“I was very attracted to you when we met. But that kinda freaked me out a bit. I found myself liking you a lot that first day I was here. You got me a birthday cake. I realized how kind you are that night. It wasn’t for anyone’s benefit other than my own. I had a crush on you, even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere.”

“I had a crush on you from when you made me a cup of coffee. You’re so good and kind yourself,” he said. He reached up and cupped your cheek. “I’m really happy you had your mom eventually. I would have liked to have met her.”

“Maybe she and Dee are hanging out wherever they are.”

“I hope so. She won’t mind sharing me with you,” he said.

“You honestly think so?” 

“You gonna mind sharing me with her?” he asked.

“I’ve always shared you. Just hope that wouldn’t bother her.”

“I used to think maybe it would but no, she wants me to be happy and that’s you so you got all eternity to get to know each other eventually if you think about it.”

“Well when you put it that way we got nothing to worry about,” you said.

“Oh don’t worry about that. I think your mom was right. I get to have two people is all, kinda like she did,” he said. 

“She would have liked you. Would have said you’re a little old for me but she would have liked you.”

“Wasn’t she older than Ray?” he asked.

“Yeah. She was. She was only fifty,” you said.

“You grew up too fast,” he said quietly.

“Maybe. But it got me here and I don’t think I would have done anything different. I wouldn’t want to screw that up. Well I’d do one thing different.”

“What?”

“Drop by this house, have a conversation with a certain someone.”

“Say hypothetically you had that ability, you’d really do that knowing what you’re giving up?”

“I’d give her back to you right this second if I could.”

“I appreciate that, really,” he said. He let his hand fall down and reach around your back, curling around your waist. “But she’s not more important than you are. I miss her. Everyday. But I lose one of you either way in that scenario. And I can’t choose. I’ll never be able to. If she were here and you weren’t, I’d still be just like this. It’d still hurt.”

“Make me a promise. I keel over early, you try again. Try for both of us.”

“I will if you will,” he said. He held up his pinky finger and you grabbed it with yours. “But he can’t be hotter than me.”

“Equally as hot?”

“Slightly less hot but that’s my final offer,” he said. 

“Eh, fine,” you said. “You’ve worn me down.”

“Always words I want to hear,” he chuckled. You slid further down the couch until you were practically laying back, your arms wrapping around him. He got up and lay down with you on the wrap around side of the couch, pulling you into his chest. “Can I take you to dinner tonight? Just us.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Okay, honey,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just thanks. For what you said. What you did earlier, just being with me,” he said.

“Lucky for you I like being with you a whole lot,” you said.

“Very lucky for me,” he said. “Very lucky indeed.”

______

A/N: Read Part 11 here!

[trinimalfoyyy]

Sad Snippets of Draco Malfoy

Small story snippets based on head cannons and actual canon things about Draco Malfoy

Warnings: just good ol angst

A/N: I’m back! Now I don’t quite know if these are true but thinking of them anyway made me truly realize he was the boy who had no choice

“Alright class today we will be learning about the patronus and what is needed to conjure one.” Draco tensed up as he realizes that he doesn’t have enough good memories to actually conjure one leaving him to storm out of class in frustration. He conjures his first patronus the day Scorpius is born.

“Don’t you have anything better to do then sit in a bathroom with me.” “You’re the only one who actually understands me Elizabeth.” Myrtle doesn’t bother Draco anymore and instead becomes the one who listens to his feelings.

Draco tried to silence his puffy hot tears to not wake his classmates. He gripped his forearm with one hand and his other gripped his sheets tightly. The stinging burning sensation never went away.

Draco stands in front of the mirror as the water from the sink faucet is slowly turning red. Draco just rubbed his forearm harder hoping the mark would go away.

Draco tries to hide himself at Fred Weasley’s funeral listening to the words being said. As people finally walk away he gathers strength to kneel before his headstone. Hands gripping the grass lightly as sobs comes out while he apologized. George makes a mental note to keep Draco’s secret hidden.

Draco watched as his father hit yet another house elf. Knowing he wanted to be like his father—Draco attempted to be just as abusive. Failing in the process and growing mildly uncomfortable when he saw the elves hurt themselves.

Draco who enjoyed playing with dobby as he grew up. Now looks back at it when Harry tells him that his aunt killed him.

Draco who truly loves his parents and wants the best for them—realizes that he feels uncomfortable when they do something wrong. It hurts Draco more when he knows that they’re all he has so he supports them.

Draco tugged his sleeves down farther. Trying his absolute hardest to cover the one reminder that made his soul ache. The constant reminder of what he must do always made him sick.

After watching Snape do the one job he couldn’t do—he runs from the tower vomiting before he can even get away. The thought of hurting someone who only wanted the best from him hurt

“Damn my blood Astoria, I only need you.” Draco muttered to his frail wife knowing if she had his child he would be left alone.

Draco watched as his father yet again yelled at him for failing at being the top of his class. Being in second behind Hermione wasn’t that bad he thought. He always made it big deal in hopes of his father actually acknowledging him for once.

Draco sighed as he watched the golden trio smile and laugh together. The deep pang of jealousy filled his heart as he wishes he had friends like them.

“Don’t you want to grow out your hair like your father Draco?” Draco who nodded no quickly because he always wanted to be better than his father.

BUY ME A COFFEE

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lady

Pairing; Marko x Emerson!Reader

Summary; Moving to a different state with your younger brothers and mother just to live with your grandfather was hard enough, but falling in love with a vampire and then watching your brother do the same thing? Much different story.

Warnings; strong language

au://  Welp lovelies I had promised you a Marko series in February that I started writing while I was manic, then after writing a good five/six chapters I fell into a deep dark hole of depression and didn’t write anything but sad, worthless poetry about a boy I’m in love with who doesn’t love me back :) But now it’s May, a spark of inspiration and happiness has suddenly hit me and I’ve come back to this series to finally deliver it to you!! I hope y’all like it cause I literally stress cried over finishing it three different times :,)

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Part 2

I wasn’t exactly mad about moving, there was nothing holding me in Phoenix that I would be particularly sad about leaving behind. The only thing that struck a nerve was that it was dumped out of nowhere on me. Suddenly Mom had divorced Dad, let him keep everything, and made plans with Grandpa for us to move into his place with him. A little prior warning would have been appreciated, but regardless when we were told it didn’t change the fact that everything we knew was changing. Sam wasn’t happy about it at all, leaving his friends, leaving Dad. Michael... well Michael didn’t really have an opinion. In my view, he was just indifferent. He didn’t really care where the hell we were as long as he had a motorcycle, a job, and some hot chicks to swoon over.

But here we were, packed into Mom’s truck and driving through a town that I’d most likely have memorized like the back of my hand in a good few days. As the three in the car argued over which station to keep on, I turned my head and leaned my forehead on the window of the car. I watched the beach as we drove along the road, and admired the waves hitting against the sand.

I was ready to drift off until we got to Grandpa’s house when a short, exited yell left Mom’s lips. “Oh!” She grinned happily as Sam landed on a station familiar to her. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Oh, that’s from my era! Grooving on a Sunday afternoon!” She sung along with the song as Sam threw his head back and groaned in protest. I laughed at her antics, enjoying seeing my Mom acting so carefree and happy. 

“Alright, keep going, keep going.” Mom and Sam agreed with each other at the same time, Mom leaning over to continue skipping through the stations. Finally, the next station was agreed on and my pounding head thanked the universe for the quiet that I hadn’t been able to achieve the entire drive here. “Hey we’re almost there!”

“Ugh,” Sam scrunched his nose up in disgust after taking a deep breath. I leaned forward to wrap my arms around his head-rest and pull my face closer to the open window. The pungent smell hit me, and I recognized it immediately, low tide, but it wasn’t bad - anything to do with the beach was calming to me regardless. “What’s that smell?”

“Ah!” Mom breathed in deeply and turned to share a knowing grin with me, “That’s the ocean air!”

I turned to look at the welcoming sign, taking in the colors and faded lettering. “Smells like someone died.” Sam muttered as Mom tutted at him softly. 

“That’s likely.” I muttered to Michael, nudging his head in the direction of the back of the sign, where in big red spray-painted letters sat the phrase “Murder Capitol of the World.”

“Aw guys, I know the last year hasn’t been easy. But I do think you’re really going to enjoy living in Santa Carla.” Mom tried to remain happy about the situation, but a shared glance with Michael after we both read over the sign revealed there wasn’t much he was excited for.

The rest of the drive only increased my excitement. Hippies galore filled the streets, a large amusement park covered most of the boardwalk, and the rest was filled with small shops and food stands. We stopped for awhile so Mom could give some teenagers rummaging through garbage some money to eat and so Michael could unhinge his bike and ask around for job openings, but before I could even think to step out of the car and get a look around we were already heading into the backroads to get to Grandpa’s house.

Grandpa’s house was farther into the plains than expected, but still only a good fifteen to twenty minute drive away from town. Before Mom could ever fully park the car, I had already jumped out and was looking around the property. Michael pulled his bike up next to Mom’s car, and they all took a good few seconds to look around at all the wood carvings and chimes before turning their vehicles off. I took note of the horses grazing in one of the back fields before walking around the front of the truck and seeing a man laying on his back across the front porch steps.

Sam lead the way towards him before Mom cut in front and marched up the steps to squat beside him. “Dad?” She questioned gently. “Dad?” The three of us leaned closer to get a better look.

“Looks like he’s dead.” Michael remarked.

“Like... really dead.” I quipped in, raising an eyebrow at Mom.

“No, no. He’s just a deep sleeper.” She brushed our comments off.

“If he’s dead can we go back to Phoenix?” Sam remarked, earning a snort from me and a sharp look from Mom. 

Suddenly Grandpa sat up, a cocky smirk apparent on his face. “Playing dead. And from what I hear, doing a damn good job of it.”

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation before Mom laughed faintly. “Oh, Dad!”

-

That night, Mom decided that it would be good for the four of us to leave the house after a night of unpacking and explore the boardwalk when it’s at its liveliest. I could admit it looked much more enjoyable now that it was dark and a little chilly, the sweaty people that had been occupying it earlier were now less sweaty and more stoned.

Almost as soon as Mom’s car and Michael’s bike were parked, Mom sent us off on our own so she could spend some time staking out a job in one of the family-owned shops. “Do you think she’ll be able to find one?” Sam questioned as the three of us weaved through crowds, trying to find our way to the beach concert. We could certainly hear it, we were just having a bit of trouble actually getting to it.

“One what? A job?” Michael scoffed as if it was hard to believe, still bitter over the fact there was no legal jobs for him to get hired in.

I laughed, elbowing him softly in the side, knowing that this place was exactly his vibe and in time he would most likely come to love living here. Sam was the only one I was actually worried about. “She’ll probably be able to find one. What, with all these missing people, there’s bound to be tons of job openings.”

“You’re telling me. It’s like there’s hundreds of bullet-boards around every corner with dozens of people missing. This place really is the Murder Capital.” Michael remarked as the concert finally came into our line of sight.

“Don’t say that!” Sam pleaded, shoving Michael’s shoulder with his eyebrows knitted tightly.

Michael just held his hand up in surrender and with one last shrug of his shoulders he turned to me. “You checking out the shops? We’ll find you once we get bored.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I agreed, turning sharply on my heel and blindly making my way back into the crowd. The concert was loud, sweaty, and crowded, and it wasn’t even my style of music - the last thing I wanted to do was spend my first night there. I figured it would be much more productive if I were to check out all the shops and stands running up and down the entire area, maybe find some new pieces of jewelry, or even a possible summer job opportunity.

Many places caught my eye, and I made a mental note to check them out the next time I had free money to spend, as it wouldn’t be wise for me to make an impulse-buy when I’m so close to being completely broke. Instead a small stand in the middle of the walkway drew me to it. A piercing stand. One person working on someone already sitting on the chair. There was a large wall selection of different studs, and many different kinds of disinfectants lined along the counter.

I walked closer to the wall, admiring all the different designs they had. I’d absolutely love to get a helix or orbital piercing, but I knew it wasn’t the wisest to spend money doing something like that at a small stand on a boardwalk in Santa Carla of all places. I was suddenly broken out of my thoughts when a voice spoke up directly behind me.

“It’s a scam, you know.” I jumped, hand flying to my chest, and whipping around to look at the owner. A teenage boy, my age, maybe a little older, with long curly blond hair and a grin that could have probably wooed me into his bed by the end of the night had he not literally just scared the shit out of me.

I laughed breathlessly, shaking my head. “What is?”

“The piercings. If you need one done, I could do it for you. But they use the guns instead of a needle which will definitely infect if you’re planning on doing a cartilage one.” He explained with a tilt of his head as he turned and began making his way towards the restaurants. I took that as an invite to follow, jogging to catch up and walking next to him.

“You know a lot about piercings?” I tried to make small talk, not wanting him to get away just yet.

He nodded with a confident smirk. “I did my own, and my friends. Someone had to learn.” I laughed a little at his mock-annoyed tone and shoved my hands into my pockets to appear to be doing something. He suddenly stopped and turned to me, holding out his hand. “Marko, by the way.”

“Ivory.” I accepted his hand and we both shook, hard and firm.

“You’re new.” He nodded as if finally understanding something that had been going on inside his own head. “I would’ve noticed you before if you’d been here all along.”

We dropped each other’s hand and I gave him a quizzical look. “What do you mean by that?”

He barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Nothing rude, you’re just too gorgeous to go unnoticed around here.” Before I could reply, another voice cut in from a few yards away.

“Marko! Marko, man, we’re supposed to meet David in ten!” I looked over to see another punk-looking dude calling out to Marko with his hands cupped around his mouth.

I laughed and look back towards the curly blond. “See you around?”

He nodded in confirmation, sending me one last crooked smile before turning to jog over to his other friend. I turned as well, making my way back into the crowd and away from the middle lane stands. I didn’t make it very far before the body of my youngest brother crashed into my side. I glanced down at him in bewilderment as we used each other to steady ourselves.

“Sam? Aren’t you supposed to be with Michael?” I laughed as he looked as though he’d just had the weirdest conversation of his life.

“Well, I was. Then he saw some girl at the concert and wandered after her so I went to check out the comic store.” He explained, shrugging before letting his eyes wander around once more in search of Michael. I rolled my eyes, of course Michael left Sam behind to go chase after some girl. It didn’t take long to find him, he was only a little further down the stretch of restaurants. He was more towards the end, walking out of the crowd near where the last building - a bar - sat in place.

We walked up behind him, and as soon as I was at his side I followed his eyes to a girl who was walking behind a small child, hand on his shoulder, and steering him in a certain direction. She was pretty - with big, curly hair and a beautiful smile that curled her lips up as her eyes grazed over all the lights of the carousel one last time for the night. I followed her line of sight, trying to place why Michael was following her instead of just walking up and introducing himself, but I immediately realized what the problem was.

She hoisted herself up onto the back of a motorcycle, accepting the help of the blond driver. He had a spiked mullet, dressed in all black, and when he realized Michael was staring at his girl, a cocky kind of smirk crossed his face. His friends parked next him all revved their engines to a start, and I tore my eyes from the platinum blond to see the others. I didn’t manage to catch a good look at two of them, because my eyes immediately looked onto those of the punk from earlier who’d started a conversation with me over pierced ears.

He was already looking at me, and when he realized my attention immediately locked onto him, a predatory look filled the black circles of his eyes and his lips formed into a boyish smirk directed exactly at me. He lifted his hand in a short wave, laughing along with the friend who called him away from me earlier as he shoved Marko’s shoulder in a teasing way. I lifted my hand in a small acknowledging wave back, but was knocked out of my small trance by Sam, who began teasing Michael.

“Come on, she stiffed ya!” Sam laughed harmlessly, gently punching Michael’s shoulder and turning to probably go and find Mom. I broke my gaze away from Marko immediately, turning to follow after Sam and not bothering to look back at all as I heard the bikes pull out and speed off down the road.

“Too bad she left with Mr. Mullet, she was pretty.” I tried to break the tension with Michael, I really didn’t want him to be upset over the lose of the girl, he still had all of Santa Carla’s teenage population of girls to meet.

He cracked a smile and nudged his shoulder into mine. “She really was.”

Once we made it home for the night, I separated from both my brothers and made my way into my own room. It was the smallest of all of ours, but that’s the main reason why I had chose it. It was cozy, and cute. I liked the way it came out once I had finished decorating it.

I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to those boys on the motorcycles from earlier that night. Marko seemed nice enough, even if I didn’t know whether or not I was brave enough to try to pursue a friendship with his more than intimidating friends. Just as I came to the conclusion that I should just get over myself and approach them, a sharp sting of anxiety wedged itself into my gut and nauseous filled my stomach and rose up in my throat. No. I didn’t need to become friends with those boys, there was something off, something I didn’t need to meddle in.

If I saw them again, I’d avoid eye contact and conversation completely. I was never able to understand my anxiety, but I always listened to it when it struck me.

[akaashigiri]

Sleepy Jaegers

summary: eren and y/n are at a gathering at armin’s place, and their 2 year old is exhausted. eren is equally as exhausted.

pairing: dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 1.69k

warnings: none, fluffff

a/n: sigh my baby fever possessed me to write this 💔 might make armin a father as well if people end up liking this one (i will anyway) 😋

These gatherings were almost like a ritual to the group.

There wasn’t ever a specific place they met, they would always gather in different places, wether it’d be the beach, a park, or at one of their homes. It didn’t matter where it took place, just as long as everyone was there. Everyone was obligated to come.

So of course that includes the littlest Jaeger.

It was mid September, and although the weather wasn’t bad at all, some didn’t really feel like going out to public places like the local park, so the group decided on Armin’s new place, since Sasha and Annie still have yet to see it (their homes are farther from the rest)

They were all gathered in the spacious living room; Jean and Sasha on the long couch, while Mikasa and Armin sat on the smaller one. Historia and Ymir shared the beige-colored chair in the corner of the room, while Annie sat on one of the kitchen stools as she watched Y/N and Connie do the dishes (Armin insisted, but the two almost threatened him if he were to touch a dish).

As soon as Eren walked in, he all but restricted anyone from sitting on the big beige reclining sofa, claiming that he deserved it for helping Armin pick it out. Eren was grateful for going to Ikea that day with Armin to pick out the sofa he was now slouched on, recliner out and all. It was now his favorite spot in the whole house (besides the kitchen, since he loved playing around with the smart refrigerator).

As Y/N passed another dish for Connie to rinse and dry, she suddenly felt a tug on her pants, looking down to meet the tired eyes of her daughter.

She was quick to rinse and dry her hands to pick her up, giving all of her attention to the little girl. “Aw, what’s wrong Mimi? Everything alright?” She asked, already noticing the fatigue on her face.

She only snuggled into her mother’s neck, giving her the simple response of, “Tired.” Her vocabulary was fairly short, due to the fact that she was only 2 and learned her words from the ones around her (Eren got in big trouble the day Y/N heard the word ‘shit’ come out of her daughter’s mouth).

Y/N wasn’t surprised she got tired easily today, since Jean gave her more candy then Y/N would usually allow. And with the way her, Ymir, and Mikasa were running around in the yard earlier today, Y/N already saw this coming.

“You’re tired?” she asked again, earning a nod from the crook of her neck. “Okay, mommy’s almost done. Go sit next to daddy until I finish, okay?” She tells her, moving her head back to face her daughter again. Myra nodded, allowing her mother to put her down.

Walking tiredly, Myra slowly moved through the kitchen and made her way to the living room, spotting her father laidback in the corner of the room, limbs sprawled out on the sofa.

Eren wasn’t sure if it was the father instincts, but he was the first to notice her presence in the room, stopping the ghost story Jean swears is real to bring his full attention to his daughter.

“Mimi’s come to save us, everyone!” Eren exclaims, throwing jazz hands up as everyone joined and cheered her on for simply walking in. Jean didn’t like what Eren was implying, but clapped nonetheless.

“You’re not funny. Aren’t dads supposed to tell good jokes?” He questioned, attempting to steal a fry from Sasha’s plate, but failing miserably as she only swats his hand away.

“No Jean, I think it’s the other way around, they’re supposed to be corny.” Armin butts in, watching with a smile as Myra finally starts walking towards her father.

Eren could already see the fatigue on her face, holding his arms out for her once she got a little closer. “What’s up Mimi, you tired?” Eren questioned, laughing as she instead of answering, simply lifted her arms up for him to take her.

She responds with a nod, her hair falling over her face as she was lifted onto his lap. As soon as she was situated, she wasted no time in making herself comfortable, wiggling out of her dad’s grasp and laying her stomach down on his, her head right above where his heart was.

“Nevermind.” he sighs, making the whole room burst out into laughter. This only made Myra whine, the loudness distrupting her attempt at sleeping. “Sorry Myra!” Sasha whispered, finally giving a fry to Jean afterwards.

“I wonder what got her so tired.” Annie questions, making Jean sink into the couch out of guilt as Eren sends him an irritated glance.

“Jean went and gave her a sugar rush before we got here. It was absolute hell.” Eren’s eyes furrow in frustration as he remembers earlier today and how hard it was for him to catch a nap without his energetic 2 year old jumping all over him. All while Jean was happily eating lunch with his wife.

“Okay, but I didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to have that much candy! Kids eat candy like crazy, right?” He attempts to defend himself, looking around the room for support, only to be met with silence.

“Yeah, thing is she’s not a kid! She’s a toddler! Dumbass.” he mumbles the last part, hoping that Y/N somehow wouldn’t hear. But she always found a way how.

“Can someone please slap Eren for me?” She yells from the kitchen. “Stop cursing in front of Myra!”

Eren has no time to defend himself as volunteers step up to do what their friend asked, but Mikasa was the quickest, and Eren was even quicker. He swiftly grabs Myra’s frog blanket from the bag sat beside him and hids his face in it, saving it from the harsh blow of Mikasa’s hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t miss completely, I just don’t wanna wake Myra.” she confesses, walking back to her seat.

“God, I cant believe we almost named her after you.” Eren groaned, blanket still clutched in hand.

“Mimi’s close enough for me.” She smiles, noticing the way Myra starts to squirm a bit. “Throw the blanket over her, I think she’s cold.” She suggests, bringing Eren’s attention back to the little girl on his chest.

Eren is quick to unravel the rather big blanket from his grasp and take it in both hands to bring it in the air, watching it fall perfectly onto her small figure. The blanket basically covered his whole torso, the end tickling his neck a bit.

“Thanks again for the blanket, Historia. She loves it so much, a little too much.” he says, feeling his daughter move under the blanket so that her little arms were wrapped around his torso as far as she could go. “She won’t use the one I got her anymore.” he says with a slight frown.

The group laughs again, but quietly this time, not wanting the little girl to possibly wake up in a fit.

“I wouldn’t blame her, to be honest.” Jean shrugs, giving Eren a knowing glance, as well as a sly smirk. He knows how mad Y/N would get if he were to disobey her, especially a few minutes after she scolded him. Since Y/N was only a few feet away, Eren aggresively sticks his middle finger up to the man. It’s not like Myra could see through the blanket anyway.

“Are you gonna finish your ghost story, Jean?” Annie asked, although she didn’t believe a word. She just wants to see him make a fool out of himself.

Jeans eyes light up, snapping his fingers together as he sits upstraight again, ready to go into full detail once again. “Right! Okay, okay, so right when I went to shave my beard...”

Eren let’s Jean’s apparent ghost encounter story fade in the background, focusing on the shallow breaths coming from his daughter. He felt himself getting a little drowsy himself, as if her sleepiness was seeping into him.

He doesn’t waste time lifting the blanket a bit to wrap a protective arm around her small figure under it, adjusting his posture on the sofa and crossing his ankles over one another. His let his neck sink into the back of the couch, letting his head go as well so he facing the ceiling. With the warmth of the blanket and the little girl under it, he couldn’t help but close his drowsy eyes as well, finally giving in.

A few minutes pass and Jean is done telling his story, but of course, no one believes him. All except Historia. “Thank you, Historia! See I’m telling the truth. Morons.” Jean rolls his eyes at the way Armin and Sasha curl up as they laughed, Mikasa and Annie trying their best to hold in theirs.

Jean soon notices the person who would’ve regurlarly had the most to say was being awfully quiet. Getting ready to scold him for not listening, Jean is met with a site he has to admit, is the cutest thing he’s seen all year.

Eren was deep in slumber, soft snores coming from him and the little girl that rested as peacefully as he did on top of him. The print of his arm around her could be seen through the green blanket, as well as both of their steady breaths. They looked so comfortable, it would be a pain for them to get up soon, which they would have to eventually.

“Awww, they’re adorable!!” Historia exclaims from the other side of the room, which seemed to catch Y/N’s attention all the way from the kitchen.

“What’s happening? Is something cute happening? Someone take pictures!” She exclaimed, wanting to abandon the plates and take them herself, but thinks that would be rather rude to leave poor connie alone.

“On it!” Sasha and Jean say in unison. Both are quick to pull out their phones, Jean getting the more unappealing angles, while Sasha actually put some effort into it and snapped a few photos.

These were being sent to every single person on her contact list.

this was written at like 2 am sorry if there are typos i swear i reread 💔

also i’m currently working on a mob fic idk if ppl still like those but i most definitely do so watch out for that one :p

hope y’all liked this one lol

-aysha <3

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

chapter twenty two: i love you

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note. i am sorry for the veeeery long wait; i finally finished it tonight (after fucking up with it for two whole months) but yeah, my emotions are quite unstable right now so this was affected by it (in short, this is a roller coaster ride so pls be ready)

playlist. stay (acoustic ver.); never let me go (both sung by ghostly kisses)

You absolutely had no idea what you were doing right now. As far as you could remember, you were the playwright, the writer of the script. You never had any interest in acting in plays, musicals, nor acting in general… none at all – so why is it that right now, you were standing right on the side of the stage, waiting for the cue for you to come out, dressed up as someone you weren’t supposed to be, someone you were only supposed to have written for?

You swear, this was the most chaotic crowd you have ever seen your whole life. You only watched, alongside Hajime, as people lined up right by the entrance of the university’s theater, murmuring and gossiping about the play that was less than an hour away from starting, “I gotta say, they look way too excited for a story that they should know like the back of their hands by now. It’s kind of funny,” Hajime chuckled, letting out a quiet ‘yeah’ as he shoved his hands in his pockets, watching you cringe on the girls that were obviously here for your best friend. You swore you heard one of them say they’re going to ask him out after the play and you almost wanted to drag her out of the venue by her hair.

“I would say it would be a waste of a ticket for people who are here just to gush about handsome faces instead of the story itself but then again, it’s us who are benefiting from it anyway.” You huffed and muttered a few more things under your breath, beginning to walk to the direction of the entrance for the crew members which was on the farther side of the theater, Hajime silently following and shaking his head out of amusement for your obvious jealousy. I can’t wait for the time when it’s me you’re being jealous for, he thinks.

You thought the crowd outside was chaotic? Nothing could have prepared you for the view you were welcomed to as soon as you entered the backstage. Literally, almost all of the crew members were running around frantically, pushing the small and large props here and there. Hajime, as if he had his ‘danger’ instincts set on, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his side just right when a random lad passed by where you were at a while ago, struggling to carry what looked like a heavy log on his shoulder (you figured it would be for one of the scenes that were supposed to be in the forest). You were sure as hell that if you weren’t moved out of the way by your friend, the lad would’ve collided with you and that thing he was holding would’ve fell on you because he was too busy looking back and chatting with his companion who was carrying other props.

Irritated by their carelessness, Hajime clicked his tongue and spoke up, “Oi, you two have to be careful and watch where you’re going. You might just cause an accident with what you’re doing.” The boys replied with an insincere apology, immediately going back to their business. You were soon brought to your senses as well and realized that you were still in his arms. Blushing profusely, you muttered a quiet ‘thanks,’ too flustered to think of a more decent reply. Hajime raised an eyebrow, smirking before leaning his head close to yours again, foreheads touching each other, much like the other day.

“You’re red. Are you feeling sick?” If it was someone he wasn’t close with, it would look like he’s just being concerned but you know better because you can practically hear the teasing behind his voice, so, you punched him right by his shoulders, muttering with a hint of shyness in your tone, “Asshole. Stop trying to tease me, it’s way too much for me. When the fuck did you even get so brave to act like this with me? Jerk.”

He cackled, slinging his arm around your shoulder, and beginning to pull you deeper inside the backstage. You both stood idly by the corner of the backstage, watching the actors get ready. From your position, you could see your blonde best friend, eyes looking lost as they wandered around the area until it stopped right to where you were. You think you held a staring contest for about twenty seconds until your companion spoke up, “You know, I personally think it would be better if you go to him and say your good luck, yeah? Nothing’s going to happen if you just stare at each other all day. I’m willing to share you with him… just for today though. After this, no more.” 

A confused expression formed on your face, wondering what he meant, though he just snickered and ruffled your head, “I said… go to him before I change my mind and pull you away from here.”

“I can’t. These days, I’ve been feeling way too many feelings and I don’t know how to control them. I feel like… I might just burst and tell him everything but I don’t want to. I’m not ready yet,” you admitted, fiddling with your fingers as you looked down, only for your head to be raised up again as Hajime held it up using your chin, a tender smile plastered on his face.

“Tell you what… if you lose control and everything goes astray, just look at me and I’ll save you, like a knight-in-shining-armor,” he whispers, patting you on the head before pushing you towards your best friend who was still looking, by the way. You took a deep breath, stopping right in front of him, biting your lip before opening your mouth to say something but Atsumu beat you to it, arms immediately going around your form and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, “I’m sorry,” He mumbles into your hair, while you nod, reciprocating the gesture, “I… I’ve been such a shitty best friend, huh?”

“Yeah, right,” You huffed, trying to look mad and intimidating but it only came off as cute in Atsumu’s vocabulary, “After this, I’ll treat you to this really good restaurant. We can talk about anything and everything you want to tell me, even if they’re bad, I’ll listen, yeah?” He suggested, his hold on you still not loosening as he looked down on you, “I’d prefer it if only good things come out of your pretty mouth though.” 

You rolled your eyes, getting ready to retort as usual but a loud crash and a cry of pain interrupted you. Looking to the source of the sound, your eyes, as well as Atsumu’s widened. You can only watch as Yui, who was on the floor, clutching her ankles, angrily screech at the boy who was bowing his head and apologizing, the large piece of wood you luckily avoided a while ago found its victim and it’s the main actress of the play, “What the fuck! Why weren’t you watching where you’re going?! Look at what you did!”

Your best friend jogged towards her and once again, you were left behind. Love seriously sucks, you thought as you watch him try to shush Yui’s cries. The director, who heard about the situation, ran to where you are, asking what happened. “I think her ankles are injured, Miyu-chan,” you quickly replied, anxiety beginning to arise within you because what was supposed to happen now? You can’t cancel this play; you all have been working for months for this! Besides, the theater must be full of the audience now. As if she was reading your mind, she spoke up, “We can’t cancel this now, but we can’t force her to act as well. She can barely stand up, look. Mina, tell Mari to ask the audience to wait for a little while more, we have to think of a solution.”

By now, Atsumu was supporting her, making their way towards you with Yui limping, “Miyu-san…” “No, Yui. I know what you’re going to say but I won’t let you do that. Go to the infirmary and have your ankles checked. Your well-being is more important than this play,” the director firmly said, much to the brown-haired girl’s dismay.

“But you can’t cancel it! The people who bought the tickets will get mad! I can do this, it barely hurts, Miyu-san!” Yui pleaded, even going as far lifting her injured foot in a pathetic attempt to show that she was fine but it only put her to a worse situation as soon as she winced. Miyu only gave her a look of ‘I told you so.’ 

“Don’t worry about the play, Yui-chan. YN can replace you in your role.”

“What?!” “WHAT?” You simultaneously yelled out, obviously not expecting the sudden decision to be made, much less one that has something to do with you, “Wait, wait, wait… Miyu-chan, aren’t you being a little rash right now? I’m not a good actress!”

“She’s right!” Yui scoffed, “I’ve been practicing this for so long and you’re going to replace me with someone who never did?!” 

“That’s right,” Miyu nodded, crossing her arms, “She knows the script and the lines better than anyone here. And don’t try to fool me, YN, you know you can act.” Her unrelenting eyes told you that she knew everything there was to know; she’s been your friend for more than a year now, after all. 

“Oh, well. You won’t change my mind no matter what you say, so just go, Yui. Iwaizumi-kun, sorry for this sudden request but can you take Yui to the infirmary after what we’re going to do?” Hajime blinked but nodded, nonetheless. He feels somewhat sorry for the brunette who was on the verge of tears as she was helped by the crew members into one of the changing rooms to undress her costume.

It’s definitely not the first time in your life but you felt like vomiting the breakfast you had this morning.

You already lost count of how many times you took a deep breath in hopes that your heart will calm down. You listened as Mari neared the end of her welcoming rites and speech for the play, placing your hands on your chest as a final attempt to get tranquility within. The fairytale-like background music began to play and soon, a younger version of your character appeared on the stage; it’s the beginning of your Cinderella play. To be honest, you don’t even know where they got that child actress and how they managed to convince her to join the play but right now, you couldn’t care less because all you’re thinking of right now is how to not mess up your lines and deliver them with the proper emotions. 

Your brother, Osamu, Tooru, Makki and Mattsun, who you were sure as hell were in the audience, will never let you hear the end of it if you mess this up. You don’t want to live the rest of your days in Japan being a laughingstock. No way, you refu–

“You’re thinking too much about it. Calm down,” A voice from behind you interrupted, hands beginning to massage your shoulders to get your stiff muscles to relax. Turning around, you were met with the one and only Miya Atsumu in a prince costume. Right there and then, you felt like your heart’s going to burst for a different reason this time. 

Goodness heavens, Lord Jesus, thank you for blessing me with this beautiful man and letting me meet him, you thought as you savored the view in front of you, also thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Miya  for successfully creating Atsumu and delivering him to the Earth, it must have difficult to produce such fine masterpiece.

“Ya look… beautiful,” the blonde mutters, a hand rubbing his nape and sheepishly grinning, a slight blush adorning his cheeks, “Ya should dress up yourself from time to time, yanno? It really suits you.”

“Gee, thanks for calling me ugly on my normal days,” you scoffed, giggling when he let out a sound of disagreement, “No! That’s not what I meant, idiot!”

“I know.” 

Before you can continue your conversation, the signal for you to come out is finally closing in as the “stepsisters” appeared onstage. Rather shakily, you took a step forward, almost tripping on your dress due to your nerves. You were fortunate that Atsumu was attentive enough to grab your wrist, “YN, I told you to calm down.”

You gulped, nodding and taking a deep breath. He smiled upon seeing the determined look on your face and for some reason, his body moved on its own - placing a hand on your cheek with his thumb rubbing it, he approached you and placed his lips on your forehead. Maybe it’s because you were so nervous or maybe it’s because you longed for this moment for almost your whole life. Whatever the reason is, you just find yourself tearing up a little bit as he whispers, “That’s my girl.”

Never in your life had you wished that time can stop this much before. As you stood still in Atsumu’s embrace, you felt your heart being squeezed with so much love yet pain at the same time. How is it that he’s so close yet he’s someone you can’t have? 

“I love you, Atsumu,” you tell him, eyes still watery; heart hoping that it reaches him, that he picks up the meaning behind your words. But he doesn’t, as he stops to look at you, he squints his eyes in a joking manner as he speaks, “Hey, why do you look so emotional today?”

Disappointment grows in the depths of your whole being, though you don’t show him that. Because perhaps this was enough, you can try again another day. You’ll try and try until he finally understands. You can do that… you’ve been holding on pretty well the past fifteen years, so you huff instead, ignoring the painful thump of your heart, “Nothing, you jerk! Is it really that weird to hear me say I love you to you, hah?!”

You hear the dialogue of one of the stepsisters, calling out as your cue. You start to trudge forward but before you could fully go, he replies, “I love you too, YN, always remember that although I’m so shitty sometimes.”

Yeah, this is enough for now.

Perhaps, you shouldn’t have been so confident in saying that; you should’ve just been straight to the point because nothing has ever compared to the agony engulfing your insides as Miya Atsumu sat in front of you in a random booth of a restaurant, speaking the words you’ve always dreaded to hear as a Moira and as his very own soulmate, “YN, I think I’m done waiting for my soulmate. Can’t you just cut my thread off please?”

[fawnandshadows]

After The Ceremony - Chapter 5

Happy Saturday!

I was going to wait until Tuesday to post the last chapter of After The Ceremony, but I just couldn't wait! I am so close to finishing the first chapter of my new fic called You Painted Me Golden which I will be posting later this week maybe even Tuesday. I wanted to thank everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, and commented on this story! I never would have finished without all of your encouragement, and I am so appreciative! This story can also be found on AO3

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,903

Warnings: Not super explicit, but nsfw just to be safe

Azriel was a wreck of nerves as he stared at the solid wooden door in front of him. Elain was on the other side — his soulmate, his literal soulmate, his other half was only a knock away, and Azriel, who had been in countless battles and performed unspeakably brutal acts without so much as flinching, was scared. He was scared to show her the knowledge the book in his hand held because even though he knew that Elain had feelings for him, what if she didn’t want this?

He took a steadying breath and raised his fist to knock when the door opened. His hazel eyes looked down to find a flustered Elain looking up at him, her brown eyes warm with relief and crackling with desire. The little sigh that escaped nearly broke him.

“Hi,” Az said lamely, but that was all it took for Elain to launch herself at him. Her arms twining around his neck and her legs wrapping around his hips, her sweet smell of jasmine went straight to his head, and he had to prop his hand against the door jam because his knees wobbled and threatened to give out. “Elain.” He groaned and took a deep breath, trying to inhale as much of her scent as he could.

“I missed you,” Elain whispered and pulled back to plant kisses across his face. She stopped long enough to give him a heated yet shy smile, “Thanks for coming back.”

“I’ll always come back, Elain,” Azriel said and pressed his lips to her forehead. She was so small it was adorable how easily she fit in his arms, even when he was holding her she wasn’t quite eye-level. “Always.”

She beamed at him, and her smile looked like sunlight streaming through a rain cloud, and suddenly every worry, every hesitation, and every apprehension disappeared. He walked through the door, set her on the closest surface —which happened to be the counter in her kitchenette that was also splattered with flour and filled with baking equipment— at his questioning glance she said, “I was stress baking.”

Azriel released a small chuckle and fully took in her appearance. Flour was sprinkled in her messy hair and her cheeks were flush, she had an almost drunken look on her face as she gazed at him with heavy eyes. She looked absolutely adorable. He loved seeing her rumpled and flustered. And suddenly an image burst into his mind of Elain with a rounded belly breaking bread, and two children — an older male with dark hair, and a younger female honeyed hair— running through the kitchen, and his heart started to ache.

The small smile on her face tugged at his heart.

“Have you seen that? In one of your visions,” Azriel asked and at her confused look he explained. “Us, or you, with children.” The loving, knowing smile on her face was his answer.

Wordlessly, Azriel opened the book from the library and handed it to her. She looked surprised, as if she had forgotten everything that had happened that morning, and took the book from him. A frown creased her brow as she concentrated on the words in front of her, and Azriel soaked in every small movement her face made. He was so used to watching her from afar that he relished the opportunity to gaze at her freely. Her face was so naturally expressive it warmed his heart that she didn’t feel the need to guard herself and hide what she was feeling around him, he had noted that she did it with the rest of their family, but not with him.

Slowly Elain lifted her head and her wide eyes connected with Azriel’s. He spent the last 500 years training himself to have an unreadable face at all times, and all that hard word came crumbling down as Elain let out a breathy “oh.” He let her see everything he was feeling: his fear, his anxiety, his limitless and unyielding love. He put it all on his face for her to see.

Elain, more collected than she had the right to be, placed the book beside her and cupped his face in her hands. Azriel stepped between her legs, and his hands gently landed on her hips. He felt the breath leave his lungs as Elain pressed the sweetest kiss on his lips. She pulled back just enough and said, “I love you, Azriel.”

Her heart was threatening to crack her ribs in two. Elain couldn’t bring herself to say anything else once she saw the openness on his face, her heart almost broke at the tender emotions laid bare on Azriel’s beautiful face. Elain watched, and the shadowsinger was surprisingly easy to read without his walls up — she saw the disbelief, the twinge of uncertainty, and wanted nothing more than to wipe away all of his fears and self doubt. She supposed she had the rest of her life to do that.

“I love you, Azriel,” Elain repeated herself and brought his face closer to hers. She brushed her lips against his, which were slightly more puckered than usual due to her hands holding his cheeks, and she had to hold her own tears back as she felt his warm tears stream down his face. “And I need you to know that. This soul bond between us, whatever it is, I would love you just as much without it. I love every scar on your body, and I won’t stop loving everything about you until my heart stops beating because it only beats for you.”

She kissed him again. Her fingers cupped his strong jaw, and his grip on her hips was so tight she knew there would be bruises, but she didn’t mind — she loved how strong he was, and she didn’t want him to hold back, ever. Their lips moved together, slow and unrushed yet Elain could feel his emotion with every brush of his tongue. She pulled back and brushed away his tears with her lips. Her hand slid down his neck to rest over his chest, and Elain could feel his heart pounding just as hard as her own.

“Soul mates, huh?” Elain asked with a silly grin. “How would you feel if I said I already guessed that?”

Azriel let out a harsh laugh.

“Did you?”

Elain gave him a playful nod and said, “Yes. Ever since we all sat down to dinner the first night, I just couldn’t get you out of my head, and when you came for me. I was screaming so loudly, so loudly down whatever bond I could find, and you came for me. When I saw you I knew that my prayers had been answered — in more ways than one. That was when I knew you were the only male for me. The only male that I would ever want. The only male I would ever love.”

Azriel’s hand came up and pressed against hers, pushing her hand closer to his chest to feel the beating of his heart. He licked his lips before saying in a broken voice, “This is yours. I tried to ignore it for so long, I hope it wasn’t — I hoped my heart couldn’t belong to someone else because that’s fucking terrifying. And I thought that it made sense in a perfectly twisted way, that I finally found someone I could love and somebody who could love me back, but the only catch was that she had a mate— the cauldron had given hers to someone else,” A small smile formed at his lips. “I should have known you wouldn’t give a damn about what the cauldron said. I’m not very good with my words, but I will show you everyday that I love you. When I bring you coffee in the morning. When I kiss you awake and kiss you to sleep. When I have to beat up Cassian for the stupid things he says,” Elain couldn’t stop the laugh that forced it’s way out. “Just know that whatever I do, I do it with love for you.”

Elain flung herself at Azriel, and this time he was prepared for her. His arms enclosed her in the safest place she had ever known. Azriel lifted her off the counter, without breaking their kiss, and carried her into her room. He only stopped when his shins hit the wood of the bed, and he let out a curse as he took in the tiny cot.

“It was just meant for one. I don’t think my sister thought I would be… entertaining in the bedroom.” Elain explained with a blush. Gods did he love when she blushed.

“Hold on tight, Love.” Azriel said, and Elain knew what was coming next. In the blink of an eye everything was black and she was engulfed in shadow, and a moment later she was back in Azriel’s room. It looked exactly how it did early this morning when she left it. The same fire crackling in the fireplace and the same cozy quilt on the bed. Elain thought it was cute that he slept with the quilt, but she wasn’t sure why.

Azriel tossed her gently on the bed, only to prop his arms on either side of her, and kiss her again. He kissed her as if he were drinking from her, sipping at her lips, as if she was his only source of life. Elain let out a moan as her finger went to his hair. She loved his hair. He kissed her, and with every kiss they leaned a little farther back on the bed until he was crushing her with his weight. She loved how heavy he was on top of her; it made her feel safe. Elain brought her legs up to wrap around his hips, and she shifted her legs forward in a deliberate move, and this time they both let out a groan at the friction.

Scarred hands fisted in her dress, and Azriel pulled away to ask, “Can I take this off?”

“Yes,” Elain said breathlessly. “Just don’t rip it. It’s hard to find dresses that match your siphons.”

“I love you so much,” Azriel said with a surprisingly gentle kiss, and removed her dress with such delicacy it was borderline reverent, and in no time she was naked beneath him.“And I’m going to tell you every day for the rest of our lives. Morning,” Azriel pressed his lips to her lips. “Noon,” He kissed her bare stomach. “And night.” He pressed a kiss to her hot center.

All of his desperation seemed to have melted away and he licked at her like she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, as if she was something to be savored and enjoyed. Elain wished she had his serenity, but her fire was burning hotter than ever, and Azriel’s tongue was the only thing that could soothe her. She gripped his hair a little too harshly and ground against her face in a lewdness she had never experienced before.

The growl that came from Azriels throat vibrated in all the right places that she couldn’t stop herself from coming all over his face. She rode out her orgasm, until the fog lifted from her mind, and when she opened her eyes she saw his molten eyes gazing at her as he licked her center. His wings fluttered ever so slightly.

“Oh,” Elain said with a sudden wave of doubt. “Was- was that ok?”

He grinned at her in a way that promised pleasure and said, “That was more than ok,” He crawled up the bed to her until he was right above her. “I think hearing you scream as you come on my tongue is my new favorite sound.”

Elain’s face heated and she gently pushed his shoulder.

“Do you think someone heard?” Elain whispered and Azriel threw his head back with a laugh. A wild and free sound that resonated deep in Elain’s soul. He didn’t think he had ever laughed when he was in bed with a woman before, but he found he loved it.

“I hope they did.” Azriel said with a self-satisfied smile, and laughed even harder at Elain’s horrified expression. He didn’t stop himself from kissing her nose. He would never stop himself from kissing her ever again.

“Az!” Elain whisper-yelled, and Azriel couldn’t help but adore her more.

“Promise me something,” Azriel said. His hand found hers, and he wrapped their fingers together before brushing his lips against her delicate fingers. “Promise me that you will never hold back. Never suppress your sighs, moans, or screams — even if you’re screaming at me for something I did wrong,” The vulnerability in his voice nearly shattered Elain’s heart. “Never feel embarrassed when you feel anything, especially when you feel pleasure.” The vulnerability melted away into something smoother and headier that caused Elain’s skin to heat and prickle.

“I promise.”

Azriel shifted just a little and Elain felt the blunt edge of him at her entrance, and she didn’t even try to stop the moan came from her throat. He brought their entwined hands up over her head, and the other placed itself at her hip. Elain would have sworn that her blood was boiling wherever he touched her.

“Are you ready?” Azriel asked, and Elain was too muddled from her lust to form words, so she gave him the barest of nods. His lips captured hers is a slow, lazy kiss, and if Elain were capable of thinking she would have been irritated by how collected he was. She felt more impatient than she had in her entire life, and true to her promise she didn’t hold back, she lifted her hips and let out a sharp breath at the feel of him inside of her.

Elain’s eyes had opened just in time to see Azriel’s roll back into his head.

“Fuck.” Azriel let out a jagged breath. He held himself still, Azriel knew how large he was and that Elain needed to adjust to the size of him, the feeling of her soft, velvety heat clenching around him — coupled with an ungodly amount of restraint — caused his body to tremble. He waited until he felt her relax around him before pressing deeper into her, and after a small eternity she accepted all of him.

“Elain,” Azriel said in a strained voice. He waited to hear Elain’s incoherent mumbling before speaking again. “I’m not sure how gentle I can be.”

The brown eyes that gazed up at him somehow turned incredibly clear.

“I’ll take whatever you give,” Elain said with a loving smile. “I don’t want you to hold back either.”

She had shattered his self control — completely annihilated it and smashed it to smithereens. He heard him promise her that the next time would be better, but his hips were already snapping into hers, and then their lips were seering each other's skin, and the smell of their arousal and sweat perfumed the room.

Neither of them cared that the bedframe was hitting the wall at an alarming rate, and that if their family didn’t know what was happening, then they certainly did now.

The only thing the lovers cared about was each other.

Azriel had never left so drained, yet so light, after making love. Actually, Azriel thought, this was probably the first time he had ever made love before.

Soon after Azriel found his release he gracelessly flopped onto Elain. He didn’t have the strength to lift himself up, or pull himself out of her body, but he needed to feel her. Feeling her skin against his reminded Azriel that it was real — that what had happened between them, something he had never even let himself dare to hope, was real and that no one would take it from him.

“Azriel?” Elain said, her voice thick with sleepy pleasure. This time it was Azriel’s turn to form some type of disjointed reply of random sounds, which caused a sense of giddiness to flood Elain. She had done that to the shadowsinger. She made him feel so good that he couldn’t form words. “I think we should do that as often as possible,” She suggested and was pleased when she felt him nod. His head was tucked into her shoulder, and his hair tickled her neck. “I think I want us to make love in a meadow. I found this beautiful clearing a couple months ago, it’s so secluded, it would be the perfect spot. I want to see how your skin looks in the sunlight, fully exposed. All of your skin.”

Azriel could tell that she was slightly embarrassed by her request, and his heart thrummed excitedly with the knowledge that she felt safe and comfortable enough to share that with him. He didn’t think he would ever get used to that. He peered up at her and said, “As you wish, my love.”

Eventually, their frantic love making turned into lazy melding of their bodies and souls. All day and night they planted hot kisses on each other, their bodies easily finding a perfect pace every time they made love, and they stopped only when they felt the need to sleep, but whoever woke up first would wake the other in the most delightful way.

Nobody dared disturb them. Not even to bring them food.

As the dawn broke the next morning Elain and Azriel came to an unspoken agreement that it was finally time to face their family and return to reality, no matter how much they wished they could stay in their own world they created. When they finally tore themselves away from each other long enough to put some clothes on and go downstairs, they realized how hungry they were. Not two seconds after smelling the freshly cooked bacon did Elains stomach growl, in a very unladylike way, and notify everyone in the dining room of their presence.

Everything looked almost the same as it did the day before, except this time Mor was sitting at the table with an absurd amount of food piled on her plate, and Lucien was nowhere to be found.

Mor was looking at the pair with a knowing grin, and Cassian’s wolfish smile was almost enough to ruin the bliss that Elain and Azriel felt. Almost, but not quite. Feyre and Nesta looked almost as happy as Elain felt, and both Az and Elain were surprised at the happiness on Rhysand’s face.

“Good morning.” Elain said tentatively. She noted that they didn’t bother to wait for them to eat. Azriel didn’t say anything, but he followed Elain to the buffet table and held two plates that she filled with bacon, ham, eggs, bread, and potatoes. It was more food than Az had ever seen Elain eat at once, and a blush coated her cheeks at his raised everbrow. It was obvious to everyone in the room how Elain had worked up such an appetite.

They remained silent as they sat in the two open seats at the table, ignoring how everyone watched their movements. Azriel smiled fondly as he watched Elain prepared their coffee.

“Took my advice, huh?” Cassian broke the silence, which caused a flurry of events. Mor, Feyre, and Nesta all scolded him — Mor even smacked him on the head. Amren gave an amused smile, and Rhysand rolled his eyes affectionately, but his smile turned wolfish as well.

“Do you know?” Elain asked, fighting off any embarrassment she might have felt. She didn’t love the idea of her family knowing all of the sensual details, but she knew she did nothing wrong. Maybe someday she would feel more comfortable discussing her sex life, but right now she wanted to keep it between her and Azriel. “About the bond?”

They all nodded their heads.

“And you're happy about it?” Elain asked the group, but it was really directed towards Rhysand.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Rhysand said with an annoying grin. “A bond created by the Mother certainly trumps a mating bond, and now that there is no cause for a Blood Duel there’s no real chance of you guys starting the next war,” The High Lord stopped and thought for a moment. “Hopefully.”

Elain reached under the table to grab Azriel’s hand to give it a squeeze. All of her worries were quickly vanishing except one. She turned to Feyre to ask, “Is Lucien still here?”

Feyre looked at her with surprise in her blue eyes, and Elain knew why; She never once sought out Lucien before, but Elain had hoped to catch him before he left. She didn’t want any more misunderstandings or hurt feelings.

“He’s packing now,” Feyre explained. “At some point yesterday after you left breakfast Lucien tried to feel you through the bond, but the bond wasn’t there,” Her eyes went back and forth between her sister and the spymaster. “We connected the dots after Mor told us what happened.”

“I’d like to speak with him before he leaves.” Elain said, and that was the end of that. They all went back to their breakfasts and simply enjoyed the food and each other's company, and they tolerated Cassian’s crude jokes.

It was an hour after they had finished breakfast that Lucien was ready to travel home to the human lands. Feyre, Rhysand, Elain, and Azriel waited in the parlor to see him off. Lucien shook hands with Rhysand and said a quick goodbye before turning to Feyre to give her a warm hug. When Lucien finally turned towards Elain, who was tucked into Azriel’s side, his eyes widened and he let out a small gasp as he saw the bond between them. For whatever reason he hadn’t noticed the bond between them yesterday, and it was only now that he saw the silver-blue river flowing between them. Elain would have loved to see it again.

“I hope you travel safely,” Elain said with a kind smile. “And I hope there are no hard feelings.”

Lucien tipped his head towards her and said, “I hope you are happy,” He turned towards Azriel and almost all of the warmth in his face had faded. Their relationship was still impersonal and cold, but they had hundreds of years to fix that. “Treat her well.” Was all the goodbye that Azriel got, and the shadowsinger’s response was only a narrowing of his eyes.

“Oh, Lucien!” Elain remembered right before Lucien went on his way. A big smile formed on her face as she said, “Vassa loves orange carnations. Especially ones from the field where you walk.”

Elain was delighted by the blush that appeared on his face, and the stutter that he had as he tried to figure out how she knew. It took a second before everything clicked into place and he realized that she had seen it. Lucien gave a warm thank you before leaving.

“Playing matchmaker?” Feyre asked with a bright smile.

“The world could use more love.” Elain responded before beaming up at Azriel, and she saw him gazing down at her with pure adoration and unadulterated affection. Love churned in his hazel eyes.

“I agree.” Azriel muttered and pulled her into a kiss.

They were finally free to kiss as much as they wanted, and Azriel was going to make every kiss count.

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You're my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt3

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-55)

Pt1 Pt2

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, Harassment, mention of Violence, Sexually Suggestive, Tension, and Implies, before sex

but no actually sex/smut/NSFW. (I can't write smut/NSFW I'm not good at it and I like more teasing and suggestive/tension before sex)

Previously

While you two are showing affection, Simeon covered Luke’s eyes and Solomon laughs at the two of you. As the lunch continue on.

“G-good evening, Lord Diavolo” Mammon pokes his head through the opened door of the student council room.

“Ah! Mammon, please coming in” Diavolo gesture him to come inside, Mammon nodded came in an shut the door behind him. He took a deep breath and start walking over to Diavolo, who is sitting at his desk looking over some paper work, and Barbatos who is standing beside the young prince.

Mammon stops right before reaching the desk, and stiffly bow to Diavolo.

“I came to say I’m sorry for putting y/n endanger last night” He held his bow, waiting for Diavolo to speak, but every passing second, he could hear his heart beat fast, then he hears someone walking away. Barbatos, because he didn’t hear the chair move. Then Diavolo finally broke the silent with not too stern voice

“Mammon, I am disappointed at you, both Lucifer and I place y/n under your protection because we trust you. What if y/n gets hurt again~”

“I will never let that happen again!” Diavolo eyes widen at Mammon’s serious statement. He a stood up straight and looks up to Diavolo. With both seriousness, determination, and something feral in his eyes.

Still have his composure, Diavolo is taken a back with Mammon changed in demeanor, he doesn’t why but he’ll let Mammon action speak itself.

Diavolo let out a sigh and look at Mammon with his signature cheerful smile. “Very well Mammon, but this is your last chances. Do not let this happen again”

Mammon thanks Diavolo, and start heading out when Barbatos walk up to him.

“Mammon before you go, I want you to take this” Barbatos hands over a jar filled with blue lotus petals.

“Huh? I still have plenty at home, I don’t need more petals Barbatos” he said it while shoving his hand in his pocket.

“You can be too careful now, beside I want to give it~” Mammon eyes widen causing Barbatos push himself.

Mammon turns to the door, rushing over and push open the door hastily. He snarls at what he sees.

You sitting on the bench across the Hall, look at you D.D.D not trying to look at the Demon towering over, who seem to try annoy you. Suddenly Mammon can hear what the demon is saying.

“Come on, you have to admit that you, humans break so easily. Then why not you your pact with the brothers and call them for help~”

“I have Mammon with me, why would I call one of his brothers for help?”

“He didn’t do anything to Basto, all he did was a couple of scratches. So much for being second of the lords”

“If your just here to provoke me, then just leave I don’t have time for this I’m just wait for- HEY!” the demon swipe your D.D.D out of your hand and start dangling it above up.

“Oh, now you’re looking at me, I’m flattered”

“Give it back!” you try to reach it, but he was too quick and start toying with you.

“Or what! You can’t do anything with a broken arm~” someone grab the back of his neck and pulling him away, causing the D.D.D to fall out of his hand, you manage to catch it.

Mammon is dragging the demon like a misbehaving child, then he throws the demon to the nearby lockers.

The demon tries to get up, but stopped by Mammon stomp his foot close to the demon’s face. He looks up to Mammon who is looking at the demon with a threating look on his face and his iris is glowing.

“Pretty cocky of ya to threating my mate like that, why? ya thought that I would be too weak and a puss to do anything! Well guess what” he grabs the demon by the jacket with one hand, pull him up and slam he back at the lockers making the metal bended. Then move closer to the demon’s ear. “The next time I see you anywhere near my mate again…. I’ll kill ya” in a deeper voice and chilling happy tone.

With one last slam to the locker, Mammon let go and let the demon slide down on the floor shaken with a terrified look on his face.

Mammon turns around walk back to you.

“Mammon are you~”

“I’m fine come on, lets get to purgatory hall we don’t Luke waiting” he places one arm over your shoulder, and you two starts walking out of RAD and heading to Purgatory Hall.

“It’s so sweet for Luke to make us cupcakes” you said it with a cheerful smile on your face, you have your arm wrapped around Mammon's, who’s carry two boxes of cupcakes. As you two head back home.

“Maybe my lucky is coming around, that little pup made cakes on right time” Mammon back to his usual self.

“Mmm…. Nah, I think he made them for you specifically since you were having a bad day, he does see you like an older brother” you said calmly. Causing him to blush.

“Of course, The Great Mammon is his Mentor after all” and there it is, the old Mammon resurfaces. All you can do is chuckle and shake your head at his full of his self-attituded. “Hey what so funny?”

“Oh nothing….” You look at him with a playful grin plastered on your face.

“Hmm…. laugh all ya want now, once we get back home~” but someone screaming something cuts him off, grabbing both of your attention.

“Oh, maybe is a weird sales man, try to sell something fake…. Like a certain demon” you said it in your teasing voice.

“yer, pushing your luck babe. Alright let see what that nut job is blabbing about.” You two start heading to the screaming.

Once you got there, a demon is ranting, scream, or warning about the creatures depicted in an old tapestry.

“The original sins are coming back, and they will bring back the true Absolut hell”

“Oh great, is those kind of demon” Mammon groans in annoyance.

“I could see what you mean, but I like what’s on the tapestry, their kinda cute”

“Ha? You find them Cute?” you exaltedly nodded at him, and look that the tapestry.

He followed your sight and took a longer look at the things you’re talking about. his eyes widen to the realization on what are on the old dust cloth.

It’s him and his brothers in their demonic form within each section of the tapestry. Most are unrecognizable due to how damaged the cloth was, the only ones that he can clearly see was Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, Belphie and himself. The latter which he can’t take his eyes off.

Seeing his demonic form again, made him to remember his time being that form. How he can fly so fast a thunderous sound can be heard, or how he can easily maneuver through cramp spaces like in the woods, or how his more limbered than his brothers he is, and how so much of that thing can be threatening.

“Mammon?” your voice snaps him out of his trances, he looks back to you with melancholy look on his face. “Are you okay?” with a worry tone in your voice.

He blinks a couple, shook his head and smile with his eyes close. “Yeah, I’m good it’s just I remember something, come on let back before Lucifer thinks we when somewhere we shouldn’t” you nod in respond, and you two starts walking.

As you walk, Mammon kisses the top of your head, causing you to hum in complete bliss, as farther you two walks. Mammon glaze over his shoulder, and look back at the tapestry wondering if that thing can ever come back.

“Yo! Were back” Mammon said it while walking in the common room, with the boxes of cupcakes in his hands.

“Oh…is that for us” Asmo perk up when he saw the box. Levi turns to see Mammon and take off his headset, and Beel is already drooling in the mouth knowing what’s inside the boxes. The three are the only ones there.

“One box is for Beel, and the other one is for us to share. So, be nice” Mammon sat down on the couch and place the box of cupcakes on the table, and slide one box to Beel, who grab it and start eating a cupcake.

“Where’s y/n are they supposed to be~”

“Before you say anymore, yes y/n was with me, they just head up to our room to changes so, no worry, Levi” Mammon interrupts Levi’s questioning.

Levi just pouts and go grab a cupcake, and went back on watching an anime on his D.D.D.

Asmo with a cheeky look on his face, flattering his eye leashes at Mammon. Cleary have something to share.

“Alright Asmo, spill it”

“Wow… bold today aren’t we, well I couldn’t blame you”

“What are you talking about?” Mammon raises a brow at Asmo. He grabs his D.D.D and show it to Mammon.

“Someone took this photo of you” On the screen is a picture of Mammon dragging the demon by the scruff of his neck. “I do say, I never thought you have it in you, Mammon. Is this compensation for what happen last night” Asmo taunt Mammon, who lean forward, grab hold of the device and turning it off? And lean back on the couch now with one leg place at top his lap.

A stun Asmo looks at Mammon, he blinks and set the D.D.D on the table, then fixes himself with his legs cross, his elbow resting on his lap with the back of his hands supporting his chin. And with a smug look on his face. “Oh Mammon, acting like that never happen won’t stop me from teasing you about it. But never imagine that was the one that actually made you more of a badass, I like what you turning into”

“I didn’t do it because of the of the casino thing. I did because that piece of shit was harassing y/n while I was at the student council room, I sense y/n was in distress so, I walk out saw the dip shit and deal with him. And making sure he never came near me or my mate” the last part sounded different from the rest. Drawing the attention of Levi and Beel.

“Ah…. Mammon are you okay?” Beel voice his concern to his older brother, who just give him a widen smile. “I am, after lunch I never felt this great in years. Like something just woke up inside me after I told Solomon off, for being a dick…... and don’t worry Asmo were all cool now.” Asmo soft his face after hearing that, Mammon smile and reach out to grab a cupcake.

He was about to eat it, when something pops up in his mind. He stares at the cupcake and glaze over to his brothers.

“So, me and y/n pass by a crazy old demon on are way back home. He was yelling about something about us”

“Oh! What was it about? Was they talking about how handsome I am?” but Mammon shook his head at Asmo.

“Nah…. You wouldn’t like it. He was talking about us in are demonic form and calling us the original sins” Asmo groan at Mammon’s remark. “Ugh…just hearing demonic makes my skin crawl and also the “original sins” makes us seem old”

“I don’t know I kinda like it, it kinda makes us more epic and cooler like were some sort of legendary beings. It’s like “My classmate was the god of beast and man” Now I want to hear what that old man said” Levi chime in.

“I hear “original sins” before are you sure he was talking about us?” Beel asks Mammon.

“Yeah! He has an old ass cloth thing that had me, Lucifer, Levi, Asmo and Belphie on it. While you and Satan are torn out of it”

“Huh? Now I want to see it” Levi perks up when he hears his name and that there’s something other than word vomit.

“Eh! Why is my form in tack? It should be removed immediately; my fan can see me like that.” Asmo is being dramatic as usual.

“Don’t even bother, I was standing right Infront of the old coot didn’t know I was the thing that his yelling at people about, it’s kinda funny……... so, if you’re worry that your fans see that side of you, you’re wasting your time worry. If the old coot didn’t know, then so are your fans.” Mammon laughs, and Asmo pouts and grabs his D.D.D and start typing at it.

However, Mammon can shake this feeling, and want to know something.

“Hey, do you guys wonder what’s is like if we stayed like that?” only met with both Levi and Asmo shake their head no, not even looking at Mammon and looking at their devices. Only Beel look over to Mammon with a cornered look.

“Why asks that?”

“Seeing those drawing, made me think and look back~” Mammon was cut off, by Asmo groaning.

“Ugh! You sound like Satan right now; you know when he when into a “I want to changes back” phase. I’m so glad that he drops that and move on to annoying Lucifer”

“Yeah” Levi interjects “If I was still in my demonic form, I couldn’t enjoy the things I like right now. Not watching anime because you can’t watch it underwater and I need a really big body of water, and I can’t read manga because it’ll get wet and I have no arms or hands to hold, and I can’t……….”

Eventually the other three tune him out, and Beel asks.

“And beside aren’t we dangerous when we are in those forms. I couldn’t remember anything when I was that!”

Before Mammon could asks again, he heard your foot step getting louder.

“Oi no demonic talk Infront of y/n got it” Mammon aggressively whispers to his brothers.

“But you’re the one…... Ah forget it” Levi just gave up.

“What you guys talking about?” you came in the room, and walk over to the couch and sat next to Mammon, who immediately place his arm on your shoulders.

“Oh nothing, just give my little bros some life advice” Mammon smile at you, then Asmo let out a fake cough.

“Really what kind of life advice?” Mammon bites his mouth to your unexpected question, while Levi and Asmo sneaker in the background.

“Uh…… well” he looks away and rubs the back of his neck with the arm on you, trying to an answer. While you look at him with such innocent look on you face.

he glazes over to you and ha an idea, look back and smile to you and gave you the cupcake that he was supposed to eat and took a bite. “Advice on pleasing their significant other” both Levi and Asmo stop laughing and straight their back after hearing that.

After swallowing, you look back at Mammon “Oh and those are?”

“Making sure their well feed” Beel nodded to that. “Grooming them” he fixes you hair and shirt and “accentually” unbutton one. Then he cups you face and lean towards you, and playfully lick the frosting on the corner of your mouth. “And always make them flustered” he pulled away. Leaving you stunned and your face turns red.

Levi drops his D.D.D., Asmo quickly covered his mouth, and Beel almost choke to what they just witness right Infront of them.

Your heart beating fast and you don’t why. For what ever reason you started to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Asmo can sense it, your started be lustful right now. Your eyes show it and Mammon notices it, he took the cupcake out of you hands and place it on the table.

Then he slowly looks over to you with a smirk, he’s teasing you and you can’t take it anymore. You pounce and wrap your arms around his neck and start kissing him relentlessly. And he didn’t pull away in fact he places one hand on your waist and the other vigorously rub against your back.

All the while the other three demon in the room with you two are shock, stunned and/or mortified.

“I want you to destroy me right now Mammon” you said it seductively, causing Mammon to growl.

“Good thing we don’t have classes tomorrow otherwise I have to carry ya all around campus”

“Why what will you gonna do to me?” you teasing by playing innocent.

“you’ll see” he quickly bites you on the neck causing you to yelp, and you felt him laughing. He quickly hooks your legs and stood up and leap over the couch and run out the room with you holding on to him tightly.

As Mammon foot steps start to faint, Belphie peaking his head through the doorway of the common room and look over to frozen demons inside. Then a door slam shut snaping them out of it.

“W-what was that!” Levi screams

“Asmo what did you do to them?” Belphie asks in a shock manner

“You think I want to see Mammon like that. As if” Asmo hugging himself “that was my worst nightmare”

Levi straight out faint in his chair and Asmo start rubbing his hands all over his body, like his taking a shower, and Belphie stare at his pillow. However, Beel is more corner about his older brother sudden changed and that was the one that planting the seed of worried and fear in his mind.