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whalesforhands · 1 year ago

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kaizen daycare! 5

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“Does everybody have a copy?”

“Yes, (name)-sensei!” A chorus of cute voices answer your call. Loud chattering and shiny eyes all whilst excited stamping of little, socked feet upon the padded floors as they point at the colourful paper.

“I’m gonna ask Nanamin to let me wear my tiger trunks! Gao!” His tiny arms are stretched into the air, fingers splayed out into claws as he roars in attempts to terrorize his blank-faced friend, his blue eyes too mesmerized by the swimming brochure you had handed out to him with a pat to his head and a cooing of his name.

(“I hope you’ll come with your sisters, Megumi-kun. Tsumiki-chan is welcome to join, too!”)

PERMISSION SLIP

Kaizen Daycare will be hosting a swimming class this weekend! Located at the Mei Mei Swimming Centre, we will be teaching essent—

And Megumi decides that he really, really wants to go.

“Noba-chan! We should bring our pool floaties! Then we can play in the water together!”

“I’ll ask my Granny to pack extra strawberries!”

“Nana and I will ask Papa for extra snacks too…!”

(“Senseeiiiiii!” Yuuji clings onto your leg as his hands grip onto your apron. “Can I bring Choso too?!”

“Yuuji-kun, please have your permission slip signed first…!”)

And that’s how you ended up here, squatting down and helping Nobara fix her hair under her swim cap by the side of the children’s pool with her accompanying, feeble grandmother comfortably settled nearby on one of the benches, sipping on a complimentary bottle of tea provided for accompanying parents and simply enjoying the atmosphere of the swimming complex.

(They were the first to arrive.)

“Eh? So (name)-sensei has friends other than Shoko-sensei?” The curious tilt of her head, an innocent finger on her lip as she looks up at you, heart-shaped goggles pulled up to her forehead to reveal just as innocent, questioning brown.

And you feel something in you crack.

You swear you can quite literally feel your spirit leave you, swirling out of your mouth as your eyes blank out, hands frozen midair and the urge to fall onto your knees to lament about your lack of socialization with more people your age on the tip of your tongue as you let her words sink in.

You have friends! Plenty! There’s Shoko, there’s Utahime… Does Yaga count? He might be a touch too old, but you’re on friendly relations with your boss! Even though… You barely see him since he’s taking care of the older kids on another floor. And you have plenty of them online in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Yes, you assure yourself. Your eyes squeezing shut and your biting your lip in nervous contemplation. You have friends, you aren’t alone, you aren’t a NEET, and you’re only slightly addicted to video games! Slightly!

Though, that doesn’t discount the fact that your children already think you’re some sort of lonely shut-in…!

“(name)-sensei has a lot of friends, Nobara-chan!” Your hands clap together as you stand up, slowly leading her away from the edge of the pool as you gently place your palms onto her shoulders. “Am I not friends with your grandmother?”

“Mmm…” She crosses her arms, albeit with a little bit of struggle due to the pink arm-floaties. Her eyes closed as you fix a stray strand of hair on her forehead. Yep, you’ve convinced her. This is definitely enough to—

“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’ at the end.

“Granny says she sees you as her daugt-her!” Her hands are on her hips staring at you as she smiles, patting your arm with an excited hand. “So can you teach me to swimmy now? I wanna get ahead of Yuuji!”

Your eyes swirl with panic, totally defeated as you want to slump onto the ground and curl into a ball and cry. You don’t even notice the way Nobara was hugging against your torso, her face against the swimming cover-up as she wraps her tiny arms around you, your hand instinctively going around her and patting her head as you keep wallowing in your sadness.

“(name)-seennnnnseeiiiii! Nobara wants to swim!”

“Nanamin! Over’ ere!” Loud clattering of sandals against tiled floors, and a jump of a tiny, soft presence into your arms as an excitable, cub-like boy makes himself known, your arm opening and catching the canon-balling child just in time before he hurts himself.

“Let’s swimmmmmm!” He squirms in your hold as your mind still floats away at the thought of being an adult whose children think of you as lonely and incapable of having other adult friends…

“Yuuji.” Calm and authoritative baritone meet your ears. “What did I say about running?”

“Boo… That I shouldn’t do it in areas outside the track field…” You can practically feel his pout as he hides his face inside your coverup with Nobara.

“And what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Yuuji’s sworry…” His apology is muffled into your clothing as you just continue to pat both of their heads, their mumbled conversation with each other not quite floating to your ears. “So can Nobara and I go play by the sprinkly toys? Pleaseee?”

“Yea, yea! Pleaseee? We’ll be back when everyone comes!”

Your eyes snap back to reality by pure professionalism as you glance at the nearby sprinkler play area and a thought flurries back to the awaiting parents behind you.

“You can, but only if you ask your parents, okay?”

And the duo are quick to crawl out of your coverup, eyes pointedly staring up at Yuuji’s guardian first due to his proximity.

Sparkly eyes meet tired, passive almond.

“…yes, you can. But be back when your teacher calls for you.”

“Yay! Now let’s go ask y’er granny! And we won’t run!” And so, they power walked as fast as toddler feet could carry them.

It’s silent, only momentarily when you’re both left alone. Calls of the duo asking for permission from Kugisaki’s grandmother a distance away.

“Nanami-san, you’re really good at handling him.” And you mean it. He was an exemplary caretaker, respectable, responsible and trusted you with his child wholeheartedly. A really nice man.

“It’s no issue at all. I’m just glad he likes you so much.” A shift of his cheekbones, a soft, growing smile on his face with tender eyes. He doesn’t even hesitate to settle down next to you, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable on the ground.

“It’s more of a pleasure to see him be so happy with you.”

Two gazes stare on as you giggle and continue to chat with the taller man, your conversation getting lost on toddler ears as they let themselves get pelted by light showers of water droplets, the plastic, leaf-like gardens of the area providing adequate fun for them.

And the fact that your smiling face was more entertaining for they to watch.

“Wah… (name)-sensei and your daddy look like pretty friends!”

“Mhm! Sensei and Nanamin are super supppeerrr close!” He’s haughty, proud even, as his hands go onto his little hips, face slightly red from accidentally rubberbanding the goggles onto his nose.

“I bet (name)-sensei likes my Nanamin the most!”

“No way! Sensei definitely likes my grand—!”

“Is that so?” A glowering aura of darkness starts to encapsulate behind him, the sheer weight his tone carried capable of making any normal person freeze in place from sheer fear.

Yet, it’s totally ineffective on cute kids.

(“Ah! It’s Sa-chan!” The glowing boy’s face grows even brighter, arms thrusted up to start waving at him.

“Ohhh! The big man that you say teaches you martial arts, right? Cool!”)

“That’s right! And Sa-chan wants to know, Yuuji-kun~ Why don’t cha tell me allllll about how close Nanamin is to the cute sensei?” His tone was not growing with more bite, more venom in them. “I wanna know every little bit, down to the very last— Ow!”

“Stop harassing children, you menace.” A grab, a decisive pull; and Sa-chan’s ear had been captured by a tall, black-haired man’s fingers, the skin growing red under his touch, one arm preoccupied with carrying two children as two more head pop up from behind him.

“Owoww owww! Sugurrruuuu, you’re so mean!”

(“Ah! Gumi, Nanako and Mimiko! Finally, let’s play together!”)

——

[whisper] you: satouuu. (; ; ）

[whisper] satouuu: yeaaaaa?

Your fingers hesitate in their typing, coming to an abrupt stop as they twitch just as you’re about to hit send. Shoko would laugh at you if you ever told her… So your only online friend is the closest, and safest bet, right?

[whisper] you: what do you think about me?

Specifically, you just want to see how you’re perceived. You act about the same offline and online anyway, right? You’re just… A little more forward on the net.

(Surely, you’re likable, right? You’re not that hopeless. At least… You don’t think so.)

You wait in anticipation, cold sweat starting to form on your hands as they clam up, a nervous rumbling of your character-themed cup as you try to down your nerves with another chug of chocolate milk.

This is making you far too nervous for what it actually is.

[whisper] satouuu: hoho? what’s this all of a sudden? (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Now you wish you could retract every word you ever thought about sharing with this—

[whisper] satouuu: i’ll answer u if u pick up! ✌︎('ω')

(Incoming invite from User satouuu to join a voice-chat room!)

Ahhh…! Sly bastard! It’s too late to back out now, isn’t it? Maybe, just maybe… Some part of you has been anticipating something like this happening.

And so you accept.

Your throat feels dry, feels uneasy and uncertain. Yet, it leaves you before you can even comprehend. Was it nerves that pushed you to do this? A culmination of some odd, built up responsibility? Maybe you just weren’t made for this, maybe you should just quit this game and find a different one to get addicted to—

“…hello…?”

And you’re met with silence.

It makes you uneasy, makes the acid in your stomach feel like it was bubbling up and threatening to vomit out every last bit of your convenience store dinner as you nervously await.

(Do you sound bad or something…?)

“You sound cuter than I thought.” Followed up by a mock sigh of disappointment. “Not a nekama, huh? Pfft, borrrrinnnnggg!” He stops to let out a laugh, a smacking of his tabletop heard as you hear a clink of glass.

And you feel your heart palpitate just that little bit more.

“I’m sorry for being so boring then, you mean jerk.” You’re retorting back, a dumb smile unknowingly making its way onto your cheeks as you begin to… Talk. No longer needing to have the delays of typing in between the both of you.

It feels freeing, feels like a heavy weight has been lifted, feels… Right.

“And you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“Aww~, you’re just as impatient even on voice chat rooms too!” You hear him hum, a quiet drumming of his fingers against his desk.

“But if you sound like this,” He begins, a breath being drawn in. “Then you have nothing to worry about. It’s cute.”

“If you’re gonna joke around—“

“I’m being serious, honey! It really is cute!”

It makes your face burn in absolute shame, as much as you would hate to admit it. Just hearing someone with such an attractive voice has you wanting to choke back a sputter and break into your nervous rambling. It’s been bothering you ever since you heard him, how similar his voice was to a certain neighbour you had, yet how dissimilar it was at the same time.

(There’s no way. Coincidences like that only ever happened in fiction.)

Yet, you can’t help but imagine it all the same. Gojo Satoru calling you cute, his hand on your head or a tap of your nose with his finger as he teases you for being so shy. Or even Geto Suguru smoking next to you, gently grabbing your chin and sharing the smoke of his cigarette with you in the form of a—!

“Hey,” His voice takes a serious tone, drawling out his words in a smooth resonance that sends a shiver down your spine. “Say yes for me.”

(Oh… You would do anything for that voice—! No!)

Your eyebrows furrow only slightly, eyes snapping out of your daydream and eyes concentarted on the way his profile picture lit up when he spoke to notice the little pop-up at the corner of your screen.

“Yes…?”

[Voice activation confirmed.]

A shock of bursting, twirling pink hearts and flurry white laces that intertwine alongside snow white roses overtake your screen as your mouth hangs open in shock.

[Congratulations on your engagement! We wish you happiness with your partner!

Minimum damage will now increase by 20% when forming a party as a couple—]

“What?! You nearly choke on your spit, fingers hurrying to your keyboard to start spamming the backspace key, and every other letter in attempt to— “Cancel! Cancel—!”

[Request denied. Engagement is valid for 30 days, please try to work out your issues together.

Fun Fact: Only 48% of players who become couples choose to stay in their relationships after the valid period.]

“What?!”

“Ehehe.”

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Notes:

NEET — Not in Education, Employment or Training

nekama — usually a grown man who roleplays with a super sexy/cute female character online.

for EN: Ieiri Shoko’s username is ‘shosei’, literally short for ‘Shoko-sensei’ because she registered the account at work. (For you.)

for JP: Originally meant to be written 所生 (しよせい)- birth place/creation/child

shosei character profile username: shosei level: 79 class: sorcerer notes: looks almost like a carbon copy of the shoko ieiri you know in real life. full courtesy of you, who designed it with her when you begged to play together. she paid actual money to buy you a player-designed accessory once. you never want to have it out of your inventory.

Fact: True love is never easy! Engagement rings are one of the hardest items to obtain in game. Prove that your love can best even the most treacherous bosses on Floor 520, or simply purchase one from the player Market!

(Customization of rings are allowed! Personalise and make your love a unique existence!)

nvy’s aftertalk:

haha nvy ur so funny shosei which means birth place because she’s a doctor who works in a daycare haha funny

#kdc au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #satosugu x reader

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protector-of-tinies · 7 hours ago

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About the Symbolism of Clothing Choices in G/t

Every so often, someone asks the question "What would you wear if you were tiny?", or someone creates a tiny character who's clearly a self-insert, and they describe what that character is wearing. Am I the only one who's often confused or amused by people's choice of clothing for G/t situations? (Since I'm an M/f guy, this is going to be focused on the female tinies.)

The girls who want to be tiny often say: "If I were borrower-sized, I'd wear combat boots and a utility belt and..." [goes on to describe clothing and accessories that sound like what a Navy SEAL would wear when going into battle]

It makes me laugh and scratch my head, because it sounds so incongruent to me...like two things that don't go together. I think the main appeal of fantasies about being tiny is the vulnerability. The feeling of being helpless, out of control, completely dependent on others, protected, taken care of, delicate, submissive, and yes--also cute and adorable. It's some combination of the above, and that combination is different for everyone, but it's mostly about the vulnerability. It seems weird that someone would fantasize about shrinking to Thumbelina size, in order to make themselves as vulnerable as possible, but then undo the "effects" of the shrinking by making themselves super tough, independent, invulnerable, and "badass" in that same fantasy. It's like wearing socks with sandals...it defeats the purpose. If you wanted to completely cover up your feet, why not just wear sneakers or boots instead?

I can hear a lot of people saying: "But dressing like a survivalist is practical!" Yes, it is. But being tiny ISN'T practical. If you wanted to fantasize about something practical or fantasize about being tough, there are a million other impossible fantasies you could have chosen from. Why this one? Why choose to be tiny? Why choose to make yourself so weak and needy if you're not going to embrace everything that comes with it? Why be tiny without being "tiny"?

Let's use G/t pictures as examples of symbolism.

This picture is The Wasp from the Marvel movies. Even though she's objectively tiny, she doesn't exactly look "tiny." It feels weird to me...something feels "off," like the elements don't harmonize with each other. She really doesn't give the impression of being vulnerable at all. She looks like a Terminator or something similar. I don't feel a strong urge to protect her and cuddle her close to my chest. I feel like *I* might need to be protected from HER instead of being the one doing the protecting. The cues I get from her don't really give me any of the feelings I expect or look for in G/t scenarios. That's a big reason why the MCU version of The Wasp doesn't do much for me, even though she's technically a "tiny woman."

To me, this second picture has a much better feel. It feels much more authentically G/t. It seems harmonious, like the different elements of the picture are working together and are all sending the same message instead of sending conflicting messages. ("Protect me, but don't protect me" is an example of conflicting messages.) Besides the fact that the girl is tiny, she's also barefoot in a sundress, which makes her look even more "little," in a manner of speaking. It makes her seem innocent and somewhat more childlike. It's cuter. She looks more tiny-coded and seems to have more of a tiny personality, if we're judging by visual cues alone. She looks vulnerable and in need of protection. She looks more physically AND emotionally vulnerable. I feel a strong urge to hold her and never let her out of my sight and stroke her back with my thumb and give her giant kisses on the top of her head and tell her that no one will ever hurt her again BECAUSE THEY'LL HAVE TO GET THROUGH ME FIRST!!!!

Have I thought way too much about this? Probably, yes. Am I reading too much into silly things like clothing in an impossible fantasy? Maybe. And of course, people are free to like whatever they like. It doesn't need to be totally logical, and they don't need to have a "reason" for it. Just because I don't enjoy something in G/t doesn't mean other people are "wrong" for liking it. I just think this stuff is fun to think about and fun to talk about, and it's interesting to ask WHY we like certain things and what hidden meanings they might have. What are your thoughts, fellow G/t appreciators?

#g/t #sfw g/t #giant/tiny #shrunk #borrowers #m/f #tiny female

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m-jelly · 7 months ago

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Mask of the heart - The end

Levi x fem!readerRoyalty, Demon Levi Ackerman, Protective Levi Ackerman, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Cuddly Levi Ackerman, Masks, Curvy Reader,

In this chapter: Levi spends a day with his daughter and the two bond. Alora welcomes you to her country and announces two wonderful things.

Ao3

Daisy trotted along through the grand front garden of her home in her flowing dress with flowers on. Following closely behind her was her big strong daddy. She’d bend now and then to pluck a wildflower to add to her little collection. She stood up and huffed as some of her black hair got in her face. She smiled as some bunnies got closer to her, they always seemed to surround her and her father. At first, it was suspected the wolves were drawn to her, but it was all you and because Daisy was yours they protected her as an extension of you.

Levi smiled as he watched his daughter walk around in the summer sun picking flowers. It was early summer, so it was the kind of heat where you’d need a shawl or a cape. Levi loved this kind of weather because of how you would dress. You’d wear a flowing dress with a cute light robe, it just looked so good on your curvy frame. Most nights the two of you would cuddle on the balcony and share a few longing kisses.

“Daddy?”

Levi looked down at his precious little girl. “Yes, my little flower?”

She waved to him. “Come closer.”

He crouched down in front of his six-year-old. “I’m right here.”

She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I love you, daddy.”

His eyes widened for a moment. Kisses were an everyday thing from his daughter, along with words of love, but Levi always felt so moved every time he heard it. He wrapped his arms around his little girl and hugged her. “I love you too.”

She held the flowers out to him. “Here.”

He looked down at the flowers. “For me?”

She nodded. “Yes, all for you.”

He admired the flowers. “Thank you so much, they’re perfect.”

She hugged Levi tightly. “Mm. Daddy, you’re so big.”

Levi chuckled. “I am? I think your uncle Erwin is bigger than me though.”

She shook her head. “Daddy is big. You’re the perfect size.”

He squeezed her. “Why, thank you.”

She sat on the floor and sighed. “Mummy is wonderful.”

“She is, isn’t she?”

Daisy squished her puffy cheeks. “She’s so pretty!”

Levi laughed. “She is. She’s very pretty.”

She hummed and wiggled her little feet in her shoes. “I don’t want them on.”

Levi watched his daughter take her shoes off. “Are your feet hot?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“What’s wrong then?”

“Don’t want them.”

He hummed a laugh and took her shoes from her, they were such cute sandals. “Well, I’ll look after them for you.”

“Thank you.” She stared at her feet and wiggled her toes. “Daddy?”

“Yes?”

She patted his foot. “Show me your foot.”

He sat down and pulled his boots off, then his socks. “There.”

She stared at his feet and then hers. “Huh.”

He smiled. “You comparing feet?”

She nodded. “You have big feet.”

“Well, that’s because I’m an adult and you’re still growing.”

She looked at her hands next. “Your hands are big too.”

Levi offered his hand to Daisy and smiled when she placed her hand in his. “Your hands will get bigger, but not as big as mine.”

She slapped her hand against Levi’s a few times. “I like cake.”

Levi adored how his daughter’s mind worked because it reminded him a lot of you. “I like it too. You like strawberry the most, right?”

She nodded. “It’s yummy. Daddy likes lemon cake, right?”

He held her hand. “That’s right. I love the lemon cake your mummy makes.”

“I love mummy’s food.” She let out a long sigh. “Where’s mummy?”

Levi kissed the top of Daisy’s head. “Mummy is spending time with her friends. She’ll be home soon.”

Daisy smiled at Levi. “I miss mummy, but daddy is lots of fun.”

Levi ruffled her soft hair. “Thank you. I’ve had a lot of fun with you too.”

She hummed and was happy her dad knew that she adored time with him. She really didn’t want him to think she didn’t like spending time with him because she did, she loved her dad to pieces, but she missed her you terribly because she learned that from her father. She saw Levi always looking sad when you weren’t around and missing you terribly, so she picked up on it.

“Daddy?” She smiled at him. “Can we make something for mummy?”

“Of course. What do you want to make her?”

She hummed in thought. “A card!”

He kissed the top of her head. “Sure. Let’s head inside and we’ll start.” He scooped her up into his arms and carried her inside. “Is there something specific you want?”

“The pink paper!”

“The one that smells nice?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

He took her to his office and sat her on his lap. “I have everything you need here.” He opened the drawer and got out the papers, pencils and other things she used at his desk. “This everything you need?”

She squeaked in delight and began drawing. “Thank you, Daddy!” She gave him a pencil. “Draw with me.”

“Sorry, I’ll help out.”

Francis entered the room and bowed. “Your Lordship, do you and the young lady require anything?”

Levi smiled. “Could we have some drinks and snacks?”

“I will bring them right away.”

“Thank you.”

Daisy looked up and grinned. “Thank you!”

The two of them worked together to make you a card while they enjoyed some snacks and drinks. It was nice having a sweet moment together as a family, but the two of them missed you a lot and couldn’t wait for you to get home. As the day went on, Daisy became tired and needed a nap, but she refused to sleep because she wanted to see her mummy. Levi knew he needed to encourage her to go to sleep or she’d be very upset and grumpy later.

Daisy whined. “No naps.”

Levi cuddled Daisy. “But you’re tired, right?”

She nodded as she wiped her tears. “Yes, but I want mummy.”

Levi kissed the top of her head. “I know, I want her too, but think of it this way. You’ll go to sleep without her, but when you wake up she’ll be here. Sleep will be magical! It’ll let you wake up to a very pretty mummy. Plus, in your dreams, you can meet mummy too.”

Daisy gasped. “Yes. I sleep and it makes mummy appear!”

Levi chuckled. “That’s right.”

“Stay with daddy.”

He lifted her and carried her over to the sofa in his office. “I’ll be right here.” He lay her down and put a blanket over her. “Do you want your bunny?”

She nodded. “Please.”

He clicked his fingers and summoned her cuddly bunny. “Here you go.”

She hugged it tightly. “Kisses.”

Levi leaned down and let his daughter kiss his cheek. He smiled and then kissed her puffy cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Daddy.”

He sat with his daughter and held her hand as she fell asleep slowly. He didn’t leave her side when she was fast asleep, he just remained. After a bit of time, he heard paws getting closer mixed with footsteps. He smiled when the door opened to reveal you and the five wolves. “Hey, bunny.”

You waved to him. “Afternoon.”

“How was your day?”

You walked over to him. “Wonderful. It was fun spending the day with Anne, Hange, Alora and Ruby. I’ve never had a girl’s day before.” You sat on Levi’s lap. “I missed you both though.”

Levi wrapped one arm around you and squeezed. “We both missed you. Daisy made you something, but we’ll wait until she wakes up.” He kissed you. “I’m glad you had fun though. For a long time, you were very alone, so I’m happy you’re not anymore.”

You caressed his cheek. “I was never lonely. I had you and then I had Daisy. All I need is you two.”

Levi’s eyes widened before his cheeks started to burn. “Mm, that makes me happy. Oh, but you still need friends.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “You’re cute.”

“Mm, mummy?” Daisy rubbed her eyes and smiled sleepily at you. “Hi, mummy.”

You leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Hi, sweetie. Did you have a good day with Daddy?”

She nodded. “It was the best!” She sat up and yawned. “Cuddles mummy.”

You picked her up off the sofa and held her against you. “You get all the cuddles.”

She gasped. “Mummy! I have a present!” She climbed off your lap and ran to Levi’s desk. “I’ll get it!” She leaned up on her tiptoes and grabbed her card before running back to you. “Here, mummy.”

You took the card and smiled right away at the adorable drawings. “I love it, thank you.”

She pointed to a bit. “Daddy drew these.”

You hummed a laugh at the cute little rabbits, it was a bit wobbly but cute. “I love it.”

Levi hugged you and hid his face against the crook of your neck. “Mine look bad.”

“I adore them, Levi. Thank you, both of you.”

The carriage rocked slightly as it moved towards the Sigel palace. A knot formed in your stomach as you got closer. You were nervous about the event Queen Alora had invited you to, but you were also nervous to return to the palace where you had so many horrible memories. The last time you were here you had been emotionally and mentally tortured by the now dead tyrant prince.

“Mummy?”

You snapped back to reality to see Daisy standing in front of you looking concerned. “Yes?”

She whined a bit. “Don’t cry.”

Levi shuffled next to you on the seat and used a hankie to dab your tears away. “Mummy is just a bit scared to go to the palace. She has a lot of bad memories there.”

“What happened?”

Levi hugged you close to him as you shook a little. “There was a Prince there who wanted mummy to marry him, but she didn’t want to. He was very mean to her and others. He was a nasty man. He’s gone now, but your mummy still has bad memories there.”

Daisy nodded. “I understand.” She climbed up and kissed your head. “Get better soon, mummy. I’ll fight away the bad thoughts.”

You sniffed a little. “Thank you. Can I get a hug?”

Her little eyes sparkled in delight. “YES!”

You laughed as you picked her up. You hugged her tightly and Levi hugged you. “I feel so brave and strong with you two here with me.”

Levi kissed your temple. “This is the last time we’ll come here, I swear.”

You gazed at Levi with your adorable doe eyes he loved. “Thank you.”

He nuzzled his face against yours. “Come on. We’re here.”

You let Levi and Daisy go first, you could hear Daisy excitedly say hi to Erwin, Kate and their daughter Lilly. You glanced out to see the palace and felt a sickness rise in your throat. You covered your mouth and whined a bit. You didn’t want to be sick or scared because of Daisy, but it was hard to put on a brave face.

“Bunny?”

You looked over at Levi in the doorway. “H-Hi.”

He smiled softly. “I have an idea.” He closed the door to the carriage and walked around to the other side. He threw the door open and smiled at you. “How about this side?”

You peeked out to see it was just the grand road, along with a water feature. “Mm.”

He wrapped his arms around you before pulling you out of the carriage. “This okay?”

“Yes.” You cuddled Levi and looked around. “This is nice.”

He placed you on your feet. “Take your time.”

“Thank you.”

He kissed you and smiled. “Did you feel sick?”

“I did.” You saw the sparkle in his eyes. “I don’t think I’m pregnant, my love.” You gulped hard. “It’s just this worry. I’m trying to be strong for Daisy.”

Levi tapped his forehead against yours. “It’s okay to be emotional. Show how you feel to Daisy, okay? We need her to know that it’s okay to feel.”

“You’re right.”

“Mummy!” Daisy ran around the carriage to you. “Mummy!” She grinned and held up a flower to you. “I got this for you.”

Levi picked up Daisy. “It’ll look perfect in her hair.”

You leaned closer. “Thank you, Daisy.”

Daisy put the flower in your hair. “Pretty mummy.”

You kissed her cheek. “I feel much better thanks to you both.” You took in a deep breath. “Okay, let’s go.”

Levi rubbed your back. “Baby Lilly is beautiful and she would love to be held by her auntie.”

You squeaked in delight and hurried around to see Kate holding her baby. “Lilly!”

Kate grinned. “She’s here for you. You can hold her.”

You carefully took Lilly and admired her, she had Erwin’s bright blue eyes and golden hair. “She’s such a pretty little thing.”

“It makes me happy she has his eyes and hair.” She tickled her cheek. “You and Levi make adorable kids.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Did Levi set you up to this?”

She glanced behind you and back. “Ah…no?”

You looked behind you to see Levi blush. “Levi.”

He whined. “I just love babies and having kids and a family.” He picked up and hugged Daisy making her giggle. “They’re the best.”

“We have eternity together.”

He pouted. “I know, but…”

Daisy grinned. “I want a baby brother or sister!”

You released a long sigh before looking down at Lilly as she giggled and babbled at you. “Oh…so cute…”

Erwin strolled over and chuckled. “Levi tell you he wants another baby? He talks about it a lot.” He saw Levi was avoiding your stare. “I shouldn’t have said that, should I?” He carefully took Lilly. “I’ll take my leave.”

Levi put Daisy on her feet. “Go with Uncle Erwin and Auntie Kate.”

Daisy grinned. “Okay!”

Levi cleared his throat. “So…”

You folded your arms. “You talked to them about wanting a baby before me?”

“Well…” He fiddled with his hands. “I’m sorry. It’s just, that I know how much having a baby takes it out of a woman. It’s so demanding and I didn’t want you to see me as selfish for asking for another.” He pouted. “I love you so much. I adore you and I was just getting out my needs and love for kids with my friends.”

You cupped his face and kissed him. “I understand. Thank you for worrying about me. I love you deeply. You’re wonderful in every way and I’m not mad at you. You can talk to me about anything anytime.” You kissed him again. “I would love another baby.”

His eyes lit up. “Really!?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He picked you up and spun around with you. “This is perfect news!” He kissed your face loads. “I love you so much.”

You giggled at how sweet he was. “We have eternity together, but having two kids at a time is nice.”

He nodded. “Only two and then we’ll watch them grow into perfect adults.”

You hummed a laugh. “Then we can have two more.”

“This is the best!”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

He put you on your feet. “Are you happy?”

You nodded. “Of course. I’m excited. I love being a mother.” Your cheeks heated up. “I love making babies with you.”

Levi growled. “We get to make them instead of being a happy surprise.”

You giggled. “You’re right.”

“I will work very hard.”

You squealed in delight as he bit your neck. “Tone it down, Mr. Anyway, don’t forget your duties as a Count.”

He huffed a bit. “Mean.”

You held his hand and pulled him along. “I’m very mean. Now, come on. The sooner we get this meeting done with the sooner we can go home and make a baby.”

Levi scooped you up and ran with you making you laugh. “Let’s go!”

Erwin frowned as Levi sprinted over. “What in the world are you doing?”

Levi came to a stop and Daisy laughed. “This meeting needs to go fast!”

You gulped as you felt flustered. “Ignore him, he’s in a silly mood.”

Erwin shook his head as he chuckled. “I think he got good news.” He held his head high as the double doors opened. “Huh, big event. She didn’t say anything about this.”

Levi put you on your feet. “Odd…”

Daisy walked up to you. “Mummy, can we hold hands?”

You took her hand in yours. “Of course.”

As a family, you walked together through a large crowd gathered. What surprised you all was official representatives and politicians were near the front of those gathered. As you made it to the front you could see Alora was there in all her Queen attire. It seemed like this gathering was more than just a meet-up, she had something planned and it was something serious.

Alora smiled. “Welcome, Count and Countess Ackerman. King and Queen Smith. I am honoured to have you here today. I have a few announcements that I wish to say on behalf of this country, my people and bring a close to the past.”

Erwin hummed. “Thank you for having us. We are honoured.”

Levi bowed. “Deeply honoured.”

Alora bowed her head back. “As am I.” She cleared her throat. “First, I am proud to announce a partnership and union between my country and King Erwin’s. My land for too long treated anyone who wasn’t human or rich like dirt. King Erwin set a wonderful example by welcoming anyone and everyone with fair treatment. A partnership between our countries will start today. We will work together to make this island a better place to live.” She offered her hand. “What do you say, King Erwin?”

Erwin offered his hand and shook Alora’s. “I accept. Our countries will work together and be united for our people.”

Alora let out a long relieved sigh. “Oh, thank goodness. This makes me happy.” She cleared her throat. “On to the next announcement once papers are signed.”

A few people gathered to discuss the papers for working together. The countries were always going to be separate, but they were going to work together a lot. It was nice to see a sweet buzz in the air. Everyone seemed much happier and the prospect of working together meant that the pain of being ripped apart as countries was over. Those who had escaped in fear could now be whole again.

Alora sighed. “Now for the last announcement.” She gulped hard and waved over her advisor who had papers. “Years ago two people travelled on the now fixed road between our countries, during that journey something horrific and devastating happened. It was reported as an accident that took the lives of two incredible people, but after a lot of research I have discovered that this couple were murdered by the late King Lovell.” She looked over at you and said your full name. “I am deeply sorry for what my father did to your parents.” She bowed deeply. “On behalf of my family and my people, I am deeply sorry. I will make sure everyone knows that it was no accident. They deserved better. Forgive my country.”

Tears filled your eyes at finally having someone acknowledge that your parents were murdered by the dead King. You flinched when Levi tapped your shoulder causing you to turn and see the whole room was bowing, it seemed those who represented the country were also asking you for forgiveness. Tears flooded down your cheeks as you felt a weight you never knew you had just lifted from your body.

Levi held you close as you sobbed. “Bunny?”

You nodded. “Th-thank you, Alora. I accept.”

Alora stood up and grinned as she softly cried. “I’m honoured. I have also set up a memorial statue and stone on the road so people can pay their respects.”

“Thank you.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “We can visit them.”

You sniffed. “I would love that.”

Levi kissed your forehead. “Perfect.”

After some light celebrations you, Levi and Daisy parted with everyone else. It was time to be a family. The three of you climbed into the carriage and made your way to the road that linked the two countries. As the carriage rocked there was a calming sensation that washed over you.

“Bunny? We’re here.” He climbed out of the carriage and helped you out. “Go to them. I’ll look after Daisy.”

“Thank you.” You walked past him and saw the statue of your mother and father smiling so beautifully. “Mum...Dad…” You wrapped your arms around them. “I hope I made you proud.”

Levi walked over to you with Daisy. “I know it in my heart they are.”

You grinned at Levi. “Thank you.”

Daisy frowned. “Why are you hugging them?”

Levi lifted Daisy. “These are statues of your grandma and grandpa. They were your mummy’s parents.”

Daisy gazed at them. “They look pretty. Where are they?”

“They died. The bad King who used to be here killed them.”

Daisy whined. “Poor mummy has no mummy and daddy.”

You took Daisy from Levi as she cried a little. “Aww, Daisy. Thank you for crying for me. It’s okay. I had them for a lot of years. So, I wasn’t alone for a long time.” You stared at the statues. “I miss them, but I have the best family ever now.” You nuzzled your nose against hers making her giggle. “I have you and daddy and soon we’ll add another. You’ll be a big sister.”

She gasped in delight. “YAY!”

Levi wrapped his arms around you. “We’ll always be a happy family filled with love for eternity.”

You kissed Levi. “Eternity.”

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newtonsheffield · 1 year ago

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Edwina to Kate: that's what got you? His baby picture on his shirt?

Kate: well, yes. But also, have you seen his butt during downward dog?! Hot *and* he makes cute babies? Yes please.

Edwina staring at Kate, ironing a photo of her as a three year old onto a crop T-shirt.

“Sorry, why are you doing this?”

“We were flirting about making cute babies together.” Kate shrugged, “and he wore a shirt with him wearing a Mickey Mouse sweater and it was so cute Eddie. He was so sweet, and his ears stuck out and he had socks and sandals on.”

“And that’s why you want to date him? That’s what pulled you in?” Edwina said, clearly baffled.

“No, I want to date him because he’s really hot, and he’s sweet. He carries his sister’s yoga mat for her! And I appreciate the unhinged way we’ve been flirting.”

“You are insane.” Edwina shook her head, “I am not going to the wedding of you and gym bro Anthony. He nearly fell off the leg press machine the other day watching for you to come out of the studio!”

“I’m obviously not marrying him, I’m not having cute babies with him.” Kate rolled her eyes, “It’s just flirting. Which I hope is going to turn into dinner and nice sex.”

#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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periwinklemoonlight · 6 months ago

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hot to go! ⋆ a jrwi suckening fic ⋆ 11.1k words

summary: shilo helps emizel get ready for his date with theo — many, many hijinks ensue.

if you prefer, you can read it on ao3!

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Shilo sits content at the edge of his hotel bed, hands folded daintily in his lap and humming a simple melody. His eyes lazily drift around the room’s decor, taking in the curves and contours of each unfamiliar object and wondering how it might feel to sketch it, to commit it to memory in the ivory pages of the book that sits neatly on the edge of his nightstand. A soft blanket crinkles around his legs and bunches up where Grefgor sits cross-legged behind him, gently sliding a plastic hairbrush through Shilo’s tangled locks. Curtains sway back and forth ahead of him, letting the slightest hint of a cool breeze into the room and wash across his face. The digital clock across the room glows a vivid red, reading seven twenty-three p.m. and signaling the start of a whole new night ahead of them.

“That’s a pretty tune, my prince,” Grefgor comments absent-mindedly. “Does it have a name?”

Shilo snaps out of his sleepy trance, consciously re-straightening his posture. “Oh, no, I made it up just now.”

“I wasn’t aware you were so musically inclined. I should be lucky to guard such a talented prince.” There’s something lightheartedly facetious, yet sincerely good natured to his tone. Strangely, Shilo notes somewhere in the back of his mind, it's almost a shock to be reminded of Grefgor's profession. He's never been allowed to befriend any of his guards the way he has with him these past few weeks, much less consider them a friend first and foremost. It's a welcome change, he thinks, and one he is happy to indulge in — even if it means being the subject of their banter sometimes.

Shilo smiles, feeling slightly embarrassed. “No, no. I think I much prefer the visual arts, you know? Painting, drawing, that sort of thing.” He glances at the small leather bound book on the nightstand. His gaze then drifts to the little brush, bristles stained with a dark kohl powder, next to it.

“Oh!” He continues, “And-”

“MAKEUP!” A boisterous voice finishes his sentence for him as it nearly knocks down the door and Shilo off the bed in one fell swoop. Grefgor catches Shilo by the arm, stopping him before he slips onto the floor. After a moment of steadying themselves, the pair glance up to see a jittery-looking Emizel standing in the doorway.

“Shit, that was kinda loud. Sorry man.” Emizel runs his hand through his hair sheepishly. “But, like, it’s also kinda an emergency.”

Shilo shakes his head, mindlessly messing up the hair Grefgor had spent the past twenty minutes smoothing to perfection. “A… makeup emergency?”

Shilo looks his brother up and down. He’s completely barefaced, save for a few small red spots on his chin and forehead. Perhaps there are some things even vampirism can’t cure. Beyond his face, his entire outfit is a mess. Every article of clothing seems to be mismatched, including his shoes. Socks and sandals paired with — judging by how it appears at least three sizes too big — what can only be one of Arthur’s black loafers is a choice, to be sure. Not a good one, but a choice.

“Yes? No? I don’t fucking-? Sorta. Arthur told me you know makeup. I need help with that. Makeup.”

“He wears it himself, does he not?”

“Yeah, but Broody McAsshole said he was too busy brooding to help me because he’s an asshole. So I’m here now. Can you help me out, dude?”

Shilo still looks baffled. “I mean, sure, but… what exactly is your problem?” Emizel stares at him for a second, then blinks.

“Oh, shit, yeah. Okay. Forgot about that part. Fuck.”

Grefgor scoots beside Shilo and pats the bed next to him. “Come sit, my prince. I am also more than willing to assist you with whatever you need.” Emizel obliges, wiping his grubby face with grubbier hands.

“Thanks, man. See, that's why I fuckin’ love you, Grefgor, dude. You’re always keeping it real as fuck. Like you’re always on some real shit.” Grefgor just smiles in the way Shilo has learned means he barely understood what was just said to him.

Emizel pauses, as if to take a breath, before speaking. “I asked Theo out, and he, wow, he said yes. So we’re going on a date.”

Shilo clasps his hands under his chin delicately. “A date! Emizel, that is very exciting!”

“Indeed, my prince!” Grefgor agrees, nodding.

“Yeah, but like, here’s the problem. Now I've gotta figure out what to wear. Like usually I don’t give a shit about that kinda thing but now I’m like, oh fuck, this is actually a thing now, and I can’t just look like ass if we’re actually gonna be going out, out, you know?” Emizel moves his hands rapidly as he speaks, less gesturing than just moving for the sake of movement, cracking his knuckles a dozen times over and twisting his wrists so fast it makes Shilo’s head spin.

“So you’d like me to help you look presentable for your date with Theo?” He asks, leaning in closer to speak to his brother and resting his chin on Grefgor’s shoulder to look over at him. His eyes are wide with wonder when he asks again: “Emizel, you are asking me to make you over?”

Emizel nods, then throws his hands over his face again when Shilo beams in response.

“But none of that fancy shit, okay? This is a first date, it’s nothing crazy. Casual, even. Yeah. Super casual and like… chill.” Emizel’s words do nothing to dispel the twinkle in Shilo’s eye.

“Oh, I can do casual! Yes! Now this is really exciting!” Shilo rises abruptly, dusting himself off before taking another look at his brother.

Incomprehensible is possibly the best and only word to describe his current outfit. Shilo can make out at least four different tops on his torso, the most visible of which displaying an oddly shaped yellow character. Emizel’s pants are in a similar state, each pair of shorts somehow baggier than the last and none of which secured by a belt. What concerns Shilo the most, though, is that the emerald cape flopping around his brother’s shoulders most definitely belongs to him, and that it was absolutely hanging in his closet before he went to sleep yesterday.

“Okay, so, whatever you’ve got going on right now, we are not doing that.” He pauses, furrowing his brow. “What even. What do you have going on right now. What was the thought process behind this.”

Emizel just shrugs. “Was tryin’ stuff on. Thought I could save some time if I just didn’t take the last thing off when I put on a new one.”

“A… valid strategy, my prince,” Grefgor comments hesitantly. A brief concerned glance to Shilo confirms his true thoughts.

“Grefgor do not enable him. Emizel, I am sure you could spare the five seconds it takes to remove your clothing from now on. We have plenty of time, don’t we?”

“Oh, nah, not really.” Emizel leans back with his elbows above his head until he lands on the cushiony bed with a soft thump. He glances up at the clock, which now reads seven thirty p.m. “The date’s in like, three hours? Eh, maybe closer to two now?”

“What.”

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“Arthur!?” Shilo calls out loudly, practically slamming his door open. The sudden noise doesn’t seem to faze the older vampire, though his hair gets swept back from the force of the swing. Arthur stands in the hotel hallway just beyond the door, arms crossed impatiently and suspiciously missing a shoe.

“Have you boys figured it out yet? I’d quite like my other shoe back now, thank you.” Emizel wobbly slips off the loafer and tosses it at Arthur, who catches it with ease and slides it back on in one swift motion. Void mrrps from around his shoulders.

“Good. I assume you’re all sorted out, then?”

“Arthur,” Shilo begins, stepping closer and voice a half-whisper. “Arthur, it is worse than I could have ever imagined.”

“We require your credited card immediately, my boy.” Grefgor continues from behind the prince. Arthur’s gaze briefly drifts behind the pair and over to Emizel, who is staring at a wall and mindlessly picking at his face. He sighs.

“What a pain.”

“Arthur, you must take us to the- the… the m…”

“The mall, my prince.”

“The mal! And direct us to the makeup store immediately!” At that, Arthur gets a faraway glint in his eyes.

“Vampire Sephora,” he says to no one in particular. “I'm familiar.”

Shilo blinks.

“Alright. Well, there is no time to waste! Let’s go!” The young vampire announces as he strides down the hallway, heels clicking with every rushed step and an entourage of vampires at various energy levels following close behind.

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“Really, you two, we don’t have the time to be arguing about this right now,” Shilo remarks from the back seat of a Toyota Corolla that belonged to a really very nice librarian about five minutes prior.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, man!” Emizel says, throwing his hands up for emphasis. “I’m the only one in this car who even has a licence!”

“I assure you, boy, I have driven countless times in my life. It would be much wiser to just let the more experienced driver take the wheel.”

“Horses and buggies don’t fucking count, asshole!” Arthur opens his mouth to speak. “And neither does your goddamn pennyfarting or whatever it’s called!” Emizel adds for good measure.

“Emizel,” Arthur begins, pointedly choosing to ignore the previous comments, “The last time you operated a vehicle, you nearly hit over a dozen pedestrians. You ended up actually hitting even more. I am the only one here that can take us to our destination both quickly and safely.”

“Yeah, whatever dude,” Emizel shrugs, pushing Arthur out of the way and himself into the driver’s seat. “Come back when you get one of these bad boys, then we’ll talk.” He reaches into his fur lined jacket and pulls out a small, chipped plastic Learner’s Permit with an expiry date reading four months ago. Arthur eyes it for a moment, then sighs as he slots himself into the passenger seat.

“Just try not to kill anyone,” he says, pinching his temple.

“No promises!” Emizel grins as he swerves out of the hotel parking lot and immediately begins barreling down the road, nearly launching Shilo out of the car window as he grips onto Grefgor for dear unlife.

“Besides,” Emizel says after a moment, tone much more casual — possibly too casual for someone who just ran three red lights, “I thought you didn’t wanna come help me out, Brood. You told me to fuck off when I asked the first time.” Arthur sighs again.

“I did not say that,” he refutes. “And I am still not participating in the makeover. I’m just here to supervise, make sure that none of you boys get into trouble. Has it occurred to you that maybe I might have been more open to the idea initially if you weren’t actively withholding one of my shoes when you asked?”

“Nah. Honestly, I was thinking of it as a little extra motivation.” Emizel begins adjusting the car radio, switching it on to a local pop station as he cruises into oncoming traffic.

An upbeat song suddenly begins blaring through the vehicle:

I could be the one, or your new addiction…

“Oh hell yeah!” Emizel cheers. He looks over his shoulder at Shilo and Grefgor, who stare back in confusion. He smiles a toothy grin.

“You guys like dances, right? You're gonna love this. When I say so, you two copy me, okay?” Shilo furrows his brow, but nods.

“Eyes on the road, Emizel!” Arthur chastises with a rap on the shoulder. Emizel does as told, but it isn't long until the pre-chorus ends and he swivels once more.

“Now!” He exclaims and begins waving his arms in the air to match the song, hitting Arthur twice in the process. Shilo and Grefgor try their best to keep up with his rapid movements, a tangle of limbs in the back seat.

“Emizel, what are we doing?” Shilo asks as he flails. One of his hands lands squarely on the top of Grefgor’s head, who momentarily squeezes his eyes shut on impact. A dozen unintelligible apologies waffle out of Shilo as he reels the offending hand back.

“You’re fuckin’ hot to go dude, that's what!” Emizel replies. “You got it down now?” Before either of them can answer, Arthur lunges past Emizel’s roving arms.

“The wheel! The steering wheel, Emizel!” He coughs out, frantically straightening it. Void hops from his shoulders into Shilo’s lap, startled by her owner’s sudden movement. Shilo yelps at her as the car veers over into the correct lane.

“It’s literally fine man! It straightens itself! I usually don’t even bother with it anyways!” He returns his attention to Grefgor and Shilo. “So you guys think you got it or what? The chorus is coming up again!”

“Y-yes my prince?” Grefgor replies, though it sounds more like a question than an answer. Shilo makes a non-committal noise, adjusting to the sudden cat in his lap.

“And again!” Emizel announces with glee, completely disregarding Arthur in front of him. He starts the dance again, and this time Shilo finds himself able to mostly keep up with the moves, only briefly brushing Grefgor in the process. By the time the chorus comes around again, a smile escapes Shilo’s lips when all three of them are doing it together.

“Easy, right?” his brother asks. “Theo taught me last week!”

“Yes, now that I have learned it! Oh, Emizel, you should teach Arthur now!”

“He will be doing no such thing! When does this song end?” Arthur grumbles.

“Ignore him, Shilo. I knew he’d be a hater, that’s why I only taught you guys.” Emizel sings along with the end of the song, finally turning back around once it starts to fade out.

“See, Arthur? It was fine!” He teases, putting his hands back on the wheel. Arthur straightens himself up and decidedly switches off the radio.

“It-” he coughs again, “-absolutely was not. No more music for the rest of the ride.” Void hops back onto his shoulders with a soft mrrp. Emizel blows a raspberry.

“Can’t do anything around here these days.” He complies despite his protests, though Shilo can’t tell if it’s of his own volition or the death glare his brother receives from Arthur each time he eyes the radio dial.

When Emizel stops swerving and the mall is finally in sight, Shilo dares to peer forward from the back seat and check the time. Seven fifty-two p.m. Huh. Well, for all his road safety faults, at least Emizel is fast.

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Shilo, after taking several very necessary moments to instruct Emizel to please remove three of his five layers and another few to marvel at the revolving glass door, steps inside the vast mall with the others in tow. His hastily-tied heels click against the tiled floor, followed close behind by the softer taps of leather boots and loafers, and finally topped off by a single socked sandal.

“You don’t think someone’s gonna ask me why I only have one shoe on?” Emizel ponders, catching up to walk alongside his brother.

“Better they ask about that than the blood stains all over your hoodie,” Arthur answers stiffly, clearly itching to add an additional comment about the shoes.

“It’s not my fault I got hungry, man. Concentrating on driving takes a lot out of me.”

“I’m sure it does.”

“Arthur, you said you are familiar with the vampire Sephora?” Shilo asks, glancing around the bustling mall and trying his best not to get lost in the throngs of passing shoppers — both vampire and human alike from the looks of it. “She must be quite the businesswoman to sell cosmetics to all of these people by herself.”

“Something like that, yes,” Arthur says vaguely, taking the front of the group and gesturing for the others to follow. He weaves them through crowded eateries and past a funny looking moving staircase to the fabled store, hesitating at the entrance.

“What’s up Arthur, man?” Emizel asks with a gentle elbow. Arthur pauses for another moment before shaking his head and entering the store with the others.

“Nothing, boy. What are we looking for?” Emizel turns to his twin, who is presently gawking at the sheer amount of products lining the walls.

“Shilo, what are we looking for?” Shilo places a hand under his chin to think and leans against the nearest wall, which happens to be Grefgor.

“Well, how would you like to look, Emizel?”

“Fucking dope, preferably. But, uh, covering up my acne would be nice. And I like that spooky eyeliner-eyeshadow thing you do sometimes, too. Is that good?” Shilo nods slowly in understanding, then gestures for Grefgor to lean down. The prince promptly cups his mouth with his hands and whispers into his guard’s ear.

“Grefgor, I believe we are in deep trouble. I had no idea there were so many makeup products. Frankly? It is overwhelming. I don’t know what half of these things on the shelves are and I am very quickly realizing I may not be as well versed in the cosmetic world as I once thought but also that it is far too late now to admit this to Emizel and also that he and Arthur are staring at us very suspiciously.” Grefgor nods severely, opening his mouth to reply far too loudly and stopping when Shilo hurriedly presses a finger to his lips.

“I know exactly what we need,” he announces, whipping himself back around with his hand still on Grefgor’s mouth.

“What was that just now?” Emizel asks.

“I was just consulting Grefgor for his opinion,” Shilo says matter-of-factly. “He is also quite knowledgeable in the makeup department, you know.” A single drop of sweat drips down Grefgor’s forehead.

“Really? ‘Cause I don’t think you let him even get a word in.”

“Of course. That is the proper etiquette for consulting guards at Umbra Castle, Emizel.” Emizel seems to consider this, then shrugs.

“Europeans, am I right?” He elbows Arthur again with a grin and continues forward, ignoring the unamused and slightly concerned expression he receives.

After a moment, Shilo leans back over to Grefgor.

“You do not actually have any advice for us, right Grefgor?” He asks, voice soft.

“No, my prince. I only know as much as you have taught me. Apologies.”

Shilo sighs. “That is alright.”

He wanders around a few aisles, inspecting the various products and displays and trying to soak in as much knowledge as possible while appearing to be deeply considering the ramifications of choosing shade 001 over 000. Grefgor peers over his shoulder, mimicking his thoughtful pose.

“What have you gathered from here, my prince?” He asks, watching as Shilo turns two tubes of pale concealer around in his hands.

“Many things, Grefgor. And also nothing at all. There is so much in this world I do not understand, even in my immortal unlife I fear I may never have the time to learn it all.” He lifts the grayer shade higher. “This is definitely Emizel’s shade, though.”

“Great call, my prince. Speaking of, we appear to have lost him.” Shilo blinks as he slips the tube into Grefgor’s hand.

“Lost him? What do you mean lost him?” he asks, swiveling his head left and right as Grefgor expertly removes the barcode from the product with suspiciously well practised hands. Emizel is nowhere to be found, evidently having slipped off somewhere while Shilo was trying very hard to look like he understood what he was perusing.

“Arthur?” Shilo calls, noticing the other man had also vanished. At the sound, Void’s head pops up from behind a distant shelf, locking eyes with Shilo and letting out a small meow. Shilo dashes towards her, nearly tripping on the wrinkled cape hastily pinned to his shirt. He sees Arthur first, arms folded and doing his best to give as little input as possible as Emizel shoves various products in his face.

“Shilo! There you are, man!” Emizel says as he pushes past Arthur. “You really gotta stop running off like that. I know you said you had a plan, but I saw some cool looking sparkly shit and then some other colourful stuff and- You know what? Here. You can tell me if they suck shit. Or something. This guy still insists on being useless.” He presses a handful of items into Shilo’s hands.

“I’m here for supervision purposes only,” Arthur insists, though his glasses only barely hide the way he eyes the smokey palette to his left. Shilo examines the products, setting a few down onto a ledge and holding up a dark eyeshadow palette. He squints his eyes theatrically and nods firmly.

“Yes… A splendiferous choice, Emizel. The pigments, they are… strong! And vigorous! It is good. Yes.” He places the palette back down and picks up a small bottle of liquid eyeliner, taking a moment before shaking his head disapprovingly.

“Emizel, I’m afraid this product very clearly has an ancient curse placed upon it. You must remove it immediately unless you would like us all to be blown to smithereens.” Emizel’s eyes widen as he snatches back the bottle, haphazardly tossing it into the aisle behind him. Shilo glimpses at Grefgor nervously as he picks up the next item.

“Excellent observation, my prince. Yes, that item would have instantly vaporized us upon its opening.” Grefgor offers. “You have a trained cosmetic eye, indeed.” Shilo exhales slightly, relaxing his shoulders and turning back to see the product he picked up — a dark red lip gloss very obnoxiously and lasciviously labelled ‘VAMPIRE SEX BLAST’. He deflates with a cartoonish frown, pointed ears flopping down.

“Emizel we are not getting Vampire Sex Blast.”

Emizel crosses his arms. “Give me one good reason why not.”

“Wh- It is called Vampire Sex Blast!” Shilo exclaims.

“Yeah, and that fuckin’ rips!” Before Shilo can offer a really very reasonable counter argument, a concerned-looking woman with a ponytail slicked back into an afro puff and dressed in all black appears ominously at the end of the aisle.

She looks pointedly at the products strewn across the floor before glancing at the bickering brothers with an unamused expression. Shilo, oblivious to her discontentment, tosses Vampire Sex Blast away excitedly, lighting up as he notices the capital letters printed across the right side of her shirt.

“Ah, so you are the vampire Sephora!” He beams, clasping his hands together. “It is very nice to meet you! I am Prince Shilo Bathroy of the Ventrue clan. I have heard about your business ventures!” The woman furrows her brow slightly, looking as if she’s about to say something when Arthur steps up beside Shilo and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry about the disturbance, miss. Don’t mind him,” he says as flatly as he can, trying to swiftly brush past Shilo’s introduction. “We were just having a bit of a heated discussion. My boys can be very… particular about this sort of thing. I’m sure you understand.”

“No worries, sir.” Her tone strongly indicates that there is, in fact, a worry, but she momentarily flashes him a fanged smile. “Well, if you or your sons are looking for anything specific, I would be happy to help you out.” She looks back between Shilo and Emizel, seemingly ignorant of the way Arthur sputters incredulously at her words.

“So you are… not the vampire Sephora?” Shilo asks.

Arthur sighs and leans down next to him. “Shilo,” he says, in a rather fatherly manner considering his disbelief just seconds ago, “I fear I may have misled you. There is no vampire named Sephora. This is just a Sephora for vampires.”

Shilo’s voice is small. “...What?”

“I’m sorry, prince. I should not have let this go so far. It is true that when I was last he-”

“Actually, sir…” She pauses, staring down Shilo with squinted eyes before seemingly deciding on something and mumbling, “Hmm. She may approve. Miss Sephora is in today, if the little prince wanted to speak to her. Follow me.” She turns and, despite her invitation to follow, faces the shelf next to her and picks up a rogue brush, instantly distracted with picking at the bristles.

“She’s what,” Arthur says dully, what was left of the light in his eyes suddenly vanishing as his glasses slide all the way down his nose with shock. That light immediately transfers to Shilo tenfold as his eyes widen gleefully.

“Oh! I would love that! Yes! Thank you, Aaaa…” Shilo cranes his head around to read her name tag, “Sha- Shakira!”

“Wrong,” she replies, but makes no move to correct him. “Now, come on.” She slips the brush into her pocket and disappears around the corner, singing an unrecognisable tune, the puff on the top of her head peeking over the aisles as she walks. The group does as told, except Arthur, who is still frozen in place with an appalled expression. Emizel snaps him back to reality with a sharp elbow, and he finally follows suit, pushing his glasses up again and hardening his expression once more.

“What is up with you, man?” Emizel pesters with a grin, clearly amused by Arthur’s bizarre behaviour. They follow the mysterious employee to the back of the store, passing by other intrigued workers with waves of varying degrees of politeness. Finally, they reach another woman, her back turned to them and looking over the contents of a cardboard box. Her hair is impossibly long and shiny, thin braids cascading down her back and flowing like a waterfall as she moves.

“Miss Sephora? This little prince — he said his name was Sheila — would like to speak with you.” When she turns, Shilo instantly feels like he recognizes her. It’s almost impossible to pin her as anything other than Toreador, for a start, considering her face of full glam makeup and the numerous pieces of jewelry dangling from her ears, neck, and wrists. She blinks her long false eyelashes at Shilo, studying him curiously.

“Hello!” He greets her with a wave. “My name is Prince Shilo Bathroy of the Ventrue clan. It is very wonderful to meet you!”

“Bathroy?” She repeats, her gaze intensified by the bold makeup around her eyes. A subtle tinge of a Southern accent paints her voice. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name. You’re a long way from home, aren't you?”

“Ah. Yes, I am. You… are the vampire Sephora, yes? My friend Arthur here has told me about your business enterprise.” Sephora gazes up at Arthur, who looks like he’s about to hurl.

“Is that so?” She asks, making eye contact with him. He doesn’t react. “Well, yes, I am. I’m surprised you don’t recognize me, Prince Shilo. I was sure your mother would’ve at least kept me in the history books.”

“You knew my mother?”

Sephora smiles. “Sure did. I lived in that big castle of yours, too, once upon a time. Back when I was Primogen. A long, long time ago now.” Even Arthur seems shocked at the revelation. The peculiar employee, meanwhile, is typing up a storm on her phone.

“How long ago?” Emizel pipes up. “Like, did you know any, uh, vampire dinosaurs or some shit?” Sephora looks at him disparagingly.

“Yes.”

Brushing past that, Shilo looks at her intently. “So you were a Primogen! Tell me, why did you leave? I am very interested.” Sephora spreads her arms out, gesturing around her.

“To start my business, of course! And it was the best damn decision I ever made, I’ll tell you that. I haven't kept up with vampire news for decades! But enough about me, prince. What brings you here?”

“Ah!” Shilo claps. “I am here to help my brother shop for his date. He has given me permission to make him over, which-”, he looks over to Emizel, “-I am very excited about!”

“There’s… two of you?” Sephora asks, grimacing as she watches Emizel pick his nose.

“Yes! Here, this is my brother Emizel, and my friends Arthur and Grefgor!” A meow. “And Void!” Sephora tilts her head in consideration, gaze lingering on Arthur for an uncomfortable second. Grefgor straightens himself, pushing his shoulders back before speaking.

“We have come to request your assistance with this task, my, uh, ex-Primogen…?”

“‘Manager’ is fine.”

“-My girlboss.” Grefgor leans over to Shilo. “I learned that one from the tiny lightbox!”

“Advice, hm? Well, for starters, yo-” A loud ringtone cuts her off: -is you say daaaaddy’s hooooome…

The group glances over to the source of the sound — reactions ranging from deeply uncomfortable to downright thrilled — while the employee looks up from her phone nonchalantly. “Sorry guys. My shift was supposed to end an hour ago but apparently my ride got bit by some dipshit outside the mall. This is really entertaining, though. Keep going.” Now distracted by her phone call, the employee, just as ominously as she appeared, walks backwards out of the store. Four pairs of eyes, some more feline than others, side eye Emizel.

Simultaneously, they recall the mess of watching him fumble sneaking into that poor person’s car, first attempting to get in through the trunk and resorting to nose-diving through the passenger side window when that didn't work. It was still an impressive feat, all things considered, especially since the car was still moving when he did it. Less impressively, though, was him then biting their wrist while it was steering the vehicle and promptly crashing the both of them into a tree.

‘Nerves’, he chalked it up to. ‘Stupidity’ was Arthur’s working theory.

Emizel smiles obtusely. “Tasted like Subway.”

“Well,” Sephora says, making her way in front of the group and beginning to lead them out of the back of the store as well. “I suppose I can spare a free consultation for the prince. If you’d send my regards to your mother, of course.”

Shilo inhales. “Of course.”

When Sephora steps into the main area of the store, her Presence is palpable. Every head, employee and customer, vampire and human alike, whirls to look at her, dropping whatever they're doing before Sephora waves a casual hand to dismiss their leering gazes.

“So, what made you settle in L.A.?” Shilo asks as he follows her, clearly affected by the sudden eyes on the group.

“Oh, I don’t live here, Prince. I’m just visiting this little branch while I’m in town. See, my sister told me she was going to the Elysium at that old club downtown and I thought, well, I could drop by and say hello, but I ended up missing the party by a whole night. A real shame too, I heard it was fire.” The group collectively grits their teeth behind her.

They stop at an aisle mirror, close to where they had previously tossed products around. Shilo excitedly places his brother in front of it, taking him by the shoulders and adjusting him so he stands in the center. He watches as Sephora takes a good long look at his brother, then walks into the nearby aisle. She chats leisurely with Shilo as she picks up various items from the counter and hands them back to him with a nod. She disappears into another adjacent aisle and returns with a few new ones, including a fancy-looking powder and small eyeliner pencil.

“Now, remember, these are all just suggestions,” She says. She makes an odd face until her eyes widen almost imperceptibly, as if with epiphany. “But remember… for some people… it might be more practical to look… within, for beauty.”

“Yeah man, I’m always saying that,” Emizel agrees, idly scratching his ass. Sephora squints at him.

“One more recommendation, if I may,” She says, reaching over to another aisle and placing a stick of deodorant in Emizel’s hand.

“Oh, you guys sell snacks here too? Thanks,” He promptly takes a bite.

Sephora's eye twitches. She peers at Arthur out of the corner of her eye. “You're paying for that.”

Arthur gulps.”Gawrsh!”

As the group files out, thanking Sephora for her help, she sets a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. Slowly, he cranes his head over to make hesitant eye contact. She gives him an unreadable smile. He trembles.

“Nice to see you in my store again, Arthur Bennett. Takes a lot of guts to come back after what happened last time.”

The walk to the next store is mostly silent, at least on Arthur's part.

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“Alright,” Shilo begins, scanning the shelves of the Hot Topic. “What sort of occasion is this date of yours, Emizel?”

“I told you, man. It’s just, like, casual. Super casual. Honestly I could show up with what I’m wearing right now, it’s so casual. Or nothing at all, even. I could be butt ass naked and it would be so chill. Fuckin’… yeah.” Emizel looks more and more nervous with every word that rambles out of his mouth.

“Some clothes would be wise,” Arthur mutters, fiddling with a hanging necklace. A quick glance in his direction reveals Void peeking her head and paws curiously out of the Sephora bag around his wrist, evidently having abandoned Arthur’s shoulders in favour of being escorted like a chihuahua. Almost identically to her owner, she paws at a chain necklace, curiously watching the metal glitter in the fluorescent lights of the store.

“Yes…” Shilo agrees distractedly, disappearing into a clothing rack almost immediately after and emerging with a black frilly dress shirt — remarkably similar to the one he currently wears — in his hands. “Something like this, then?”

“No way, dude,” Emizel shakes his head. “I said casual! Plus, that literally looks exactly like what you’re wearing right now.”

Shilo furrows his brow, gesturing to his chest. His fingers brush against the twin columns of ruffles that cascade down the silky fabric. “Yes? This is my casual shirt.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“I'm not! I even forwent a waistcoat, I was in such a hurry to get us out the door!” He suddenly looks embarrassed, a tinge of pink painting his cheeks. “Oh, no. This was not the proper attire to meet someone as distinguished as the vampire Sephora. And certainly not befitting of a prince! Grefgor, Grefgor, do you think she believes me to be lowly?”

Grefgor’s expression is a mix of solemn and stony as he makes contact with Shilo’s large, pleading eyes staring up at him. “Never, my prince.”

Despite looking reassured, Shilo still collapses against his guard, sticking his pointed nose against his chestplate like an awkward woodpecker as Grefgor pats his back sympathetically.

“Look,” Emizel says, “How about we all just pick out some shit ourselves and I’ll try it on? That way everyone gets their input.” Murmurs of agreement, some more muffled than others, ring out through the group, and they get to work, keeping a watchful eye of the clock that now reads eight forty-one.

When everyone is done, Shilo tosses a barrage of clothes into Emizel’s arms and marches him into the dressing room, shutting the door a little too loudly behind him. Various struggled noises surge out of the room soon after, including several deafening crashes, a slide whistle, a squeaky ball bouncing, and a particularly painful fall — judging by the resounding FUCK! afterwards, at least.

Finally, looking a little worse for wear, Emizel emerges from the dressing room. He’s dressed in all black and wearing possibly more layers than he began with, somehow. He sports a long trench coat overtop of a black button-up and vest, long straight-legged dress pants and leather ankle boots, accessorised with three necklaces of various lengths, black leather fingerless gloves, and a chain that hangs at his waist.

“I don’t know about this, Arthur, man,” he says, doing a spin upon the request of a quizzical-looking Shilo. “I look like I have a bomb.”

Arthur pushes his glasses up his nose, then, with a long, drawn out sigh, makes a dismissive gesture for Emizel to return to the dressing room and hangs his head. Void meows sympathetically.

When he comes out this time, he’s wearing a shirt printed to look like a naked chest, one that very much does not match his own body type, paired with cargo jorts, knee high socks with the same square yellow character as the hoodie he discarded, blindingly red oversized crocs, and a hat with a cup holder and straw on either side. The cap is proudly embroidered with the words ‘I EAT DRYWALL’ and topped off by a single spinning propeller. Underneath it all is a black bodysuit made of thick fabric, a pattern resembling the skeletal system just visible on his limbs and his… unzipped fly. Shilo screams instantly upon seeing him, hurling his cape at his horrifically dressed brother with enough adrenaline-enhanced strength to knock him backwards into the dressing room again and out of his sight.

“My prince! Are you alright?” Grefgor asks, looking unsure even to himself which prince he’s referring to.

“I’m chilling,” Emizel replies from under a pile of clothes, his tone the verbal equivalent of a thumbs up. Shilo, meanwhile, has both hands on the sides of his head.

“Emizel, I don’t even want to know where you got that from, but you are absolutely not going on a date wearing some poor human’s skin! That is horrific!” Laughter bubbles out from the dressing room, much to Shilo’s dismay. “And you are laughing about it!?”

“No, Shilo, man! Here! Look!” Emizel calls between laughs, tossing the skin-shirt over the room door. Shilo screams again as it flies his way, ducking under the arm that Grefgor lifts to perfectly catch it midair.

“Grefgor I do not want to even look at it,” Shilo mumbles, gaze locked on the floor. Grefgor pinches the material, moving it around with his gloved fingertips briefly.

“It appears to… actually just be fabric, my prince,” He concludes. Shilo stands back up.

“Oh shit, for real?” Reluctantly, he also outstretches a hand to feel the fabric. It is, indeed, fabric. “Okay, well, it is still terrible and horrible and I would like it out of my sight immediately. Perhaps just remove it from this world entirely.”

“Right away, my prince,” Grefgor nods, pulling out a match from somewhere in his armour and promptly marching out of the Hot Topic, returning a minute later with an uncharacteristically harrowed look in his eyes.

“Grefgor did what had to be done, my prince.”

“Thank you, Grefgor,” Shilo says solemnly. “Emizel, please change now before I am compelled to set the rest of that outfit on fire with you in it.” Emizel blows a raspberry.

The next time he emerges, Emizel wears a costume that upon first glance, seems fairly similar to Grefgor’s usual metal-clad attire. With further inspection though, it becomes glaringly obvious that all his ‘armour’ is soft and squishy, and that there are obnoxious Party City tags hanging off of his elbow. Every head turns to Grefgor.

“Grefgor, why is this costume from the City of Parties?”

“I made a quick pit stop after I was finished disposing of the offending shirt, my prince.”

“But you were only gone for like a minute?”

Grefgor sniffs. “Yes.”

Emizel waves his arms around stiffly, seemingly unable to bend his elbows — or put his arms down. “I think you got this in the kid’s sizes, man. I feel like a penguin.”

Grefgor tries very hard not to smile. “No, my prince, this is exactly how it should be worn. You may feel like a penguin, but you are indeed now a strong and glorious bird, ready to defend your beloved from all harm that may come his way on your excursion.”

Arthur sighs and shakes his head. “Don’t lie to the boy. Everyone knows that penguins are not birds.” The face Shilo makes is indescribable.

“So is this what I’m going with? I’m not hearing any objections,” Emizel asks nervously.

“No! No. No. You have yet to try on my pick. Then we will decide,” Shilo says, holding up a finger. He pushes his barely mobile brother back into the dressing room, practically sliding him across the floor. He lands with another loud crash.

“Um. Shilo?” He asks, voice muffled. “Can you help me out here? I’m… kinda stuck.” Shilo turns back around, opening the dressing room door to find his brother collapsed face-down on the floor, wrapped up in the tiny knight costume with his limbs restrained at his sides like a worm.

Shilo begins to help his brother up, his laugh quickly turning into a yelp as Emizel springs up from his worm facade and the door slams behind them. Arthur, Grefgor, and Void share a look as an onslaught of sounds blast out from the room: more crashes, a spring being launched into the air, a cuckoo clock chiming, and a Wilhelm scream.

“My? My princes? Are you alright in there?”

A flurry of dust bursts out from behind the twins when the door opens.

Shilo’s eyes are wide and haunted when he emerges, completely unmoving save for his twitching left eye and hands which are quickly being balled into shaky fists. His outfit is… suspiciously familiar. Emizel, in contrast, looks pretentious, faux adjusting the emerald cape now pinned to his ruffled white shirt — the very same one Shilo was wearing moments before.

“I always wondered whether this getup would fit me,” Emizel thinks out loud, comically calm for the manoeuvre he just pulled.

“Emizel. Why did you have. Two of them?” Shilo rumbles through gritted teeth. The prince can barely contain his rage, wearing the very same shirt he instructed Grefgor to destroy just minutes ago. Emizel blows air at the top of Shilo’s head, now able to reach it with the poorly tied heels on his feet. The propeller on his hat spins stupidly.

“I figured something like that would happen,” He grins with all his teeth.

Grefgor is blinking rapidly, pivoting his head back and forth between the two. “My pr. My. My prince. My princes.” He reaches out a hand to tap Arthur on the shoulder and flinches when he lands on thin air. He looks over his shoulder to find Arthur and Void talking down an extremely concerned looking employee, the latter of which continuously glancing over to the three of them at the dressing room. When Grefgor turns back around, Emizel is smiling at him dopily while Shilo death glares at nothing in particular, propeller still spinning. An involuntary snort escapes his nose at the tableau before him.

Grefgor’s smile drops when he notices a crazed look in Shilo’s eyes finally surface, instantly springing into action to restrain his prince from mauling his brother and all adjacent employees. “My apologies, my prince. I am so sorry, my prince. I believe I have a cold. Please forgive me, my prince, it was just a sneeze. Please stop thrashing, my prince. My prince.”

Grefgor holds him under his arm like a football, restricting him from moving away but allowing his limbs plenty of flailing room as he dangles in place. Emizel’s eyes are wide, eyebrows raised and mouth pulled into a long, thin line as he watches his brother swipe at him.

“Oh shit, is he fucking frenzying?”

Grefgor tightens his grip ever so slightly, hoisting Shilo upwards. “It. It would appear that way, my prince.”

Arthur finishes talking to the employee and turns back around to see the polite little prince hissing and snarling like a wild animal, swiping and baring his fangs at his brother — inexplicably wearing his clothes — as Grefgor awkwardly presses him against his side with one hand and scratches his head with the other. Arthur blinks. He turns himself around a hundred and eighty degrees and begins heading towards the exit.

“My- My boy!” Grefgor calls after him. Arthur stops in his tracks, sighs dramatically, and turns back around again. He reaches into his coat pocket as he approaches, pulling out his flask.

“Oh, no alcohol in the store, please, sir-,” an employee attempts as he strides right past them. Arthur stops when he reaches his boys, closing his eyes and shaking his head for a moment. Void meows in agreement from the Sephora bag.

“Shilo,” he says simply, approaching the boy. He leans down, unscrewing the cap of his flask before carefully pouring its contents into his mouth. Blood drips down his chin and stains his already terrible shirt further. After a few seconds, Shilo blinks and stops flailing, now hanging limply in Grefgor’s arm. Gently, he rotates his prince upright and stands him back up.

Shilo inhales sharply, instinctively going to readjust his clothing and finding nothing of value when he does. He wipes the blood from his chin with his shoulder and exhales.

“I think- I think we are done here.” He looks humiliated, his cheeks so bright pink the others look monochrome in comparison. The corners of his eyes glisten red with the threat of tears.

“Aw, Shilo, hey, I’m sorry man,” Emizel puts a hand on his shoulder, still bloody. “I didn’t think you’d freak out like that. But, uh, don’t go yet, okay? I still gotta try on your outfit, don’t I? The. Shit. The one you picked out for me, not the-” He’s cut off by the sound of shaky laughter next to him as Shilo shrugs off his hand.

“You’re right, you’re right. This shirt is absolutely getting destroyed, though.”

The next time Emizel exits the dressing room, he’s preceded by Shilo, who, now back to his regular outfit, excitedly spreads his arms out to present his brother. He sports a long, white collared shirt with a grayish-blue tie tied loosely around his neck, an open vest just barely visible underneath his oversized leather Demons jacket, a studded belt weaved in between the loops of dark baggy jeans, and clean black sneakers. Even Emizel seems stunned by how good it looks.

“So? What do you all think? I tried to take your ‘casual’ advice to heart, as much as it hurt me to do, but I thought it would be best if I were to try to match your style a little more.”

“Yeah dude, I mean, fuck. This is actually pretty nice. I fuck with this.” Shilo does a great rendition of Grefgor’s patented confused smile.

“Well, if my princes approve, then so do I,” Grefgor declares, giving Shilo a warm look.

“It’s suitable,” Arthur approves. “Although, I still believe you should try wearing pants that fit you one of these days.”

“I’m only going to wear pants that go up to my ankles from now on because you said that. I’m gonna fucking waddle around forever now ‘cause you said that to me.”

“Then you really would be a penguin, my prince!”

With a grin, Emizel goes back to the dressing room and changes into his original terrible look (plus some new yellow socks), then stuffs the chosen outfit into a tote bag from a nearby display. He loops the bag — reading VAMPIRE BABE in sparkling gothic font — around his shoulder. The group begins to leave the store when a loud beeping suddenly assaults their ears. An employee rushes towards them.

“Excuse me, sir, I think you forgot to pay for an item you have there.”

Shilo looks bewildered at the employee, but a staunch bout of eye contact accompanies his next words. “What? Oh, we will not be doing that. Thank you for the suggestion, though.”

The employee blinks, and their eyes glaze over. ‘Huh. Alright then. Have a nice day, sir.”

“I will!” He replies cheerfully. The beeping still blares obnoxiously as the vampires conspicuously exit the store premises, leaving behind a handful of scrambling employees. As soon as they’re out of sight, Shilo grabs the Sephora bag from Arthur, prompting Void to leap out and slink up her owner’s arm until she rests back on his shoulders.

“I suspect we do not have the time to return to the hotel before the date, now,” Shilo figures. “Arthur, is there a bathroom in this mal?” Arthur glances around for a few seconds, then spots a bathroom sign up ahead. He points it out, and in an instant, Shilo has his brother’s wrist in hand and is sprinting as fast as his little legs can take him.

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Shilo pulls his brother through the bathroom door, yanking him forward with a stumble as he barely finds his own footing and settles against the sink counter.

“Hey! Careful!” Emizel yelps, his wrist constrained by a surprisingly tight grip. He narrowly avoids slipping with his socked foot and falling directly on his ass only by virtue of spinning and falling onto Shilo instead. Shilo lets out a noise of surprise and pushes him backwards, giving Emizel a moment to stabilise. He tosses his Hot Topic tote bag on the floor.

“Jesus. They should really tell you when the floor is wet in here,” Emizel scoffs as he kicks away the plastic yellow sign blocking his way to the sink.

Shilo brushes himself off as best as he can, readjusting his cape and pushing back the loose locks of hair from his forehead. Emizel takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror, also sweeping his bangs back in a futile attempt to mimic his brother’s neatness and ending up looking far worse than he did a second ago. He makes a sour face and huffs in frustration. He glances over to his reflection’s left, where Shilo should be, and is shocked to see nothing but the bathroom stalls reflected back at him.

“Shi-?” He starts, cutting himself off as he whips his head around to where Shilo should be standing, and is very much standing, looking at him with slight confusion as he pulls out the various products from his little striped bag and sets them on the counter in front of him.

“Yes, Emizel?” Shilo asks, picking up a tube of grayish concealer and a large brush from the menagerie and rolling them over in his fingers unconsciously. “Really, I think it would be best if you were to wash your face first.”

“Ah. Yeah. Alright.” Emizel agrees, shucking off his oversized Demons jacket on the counter next to him. He turns on the cold water and begins splashing his face.

“You didn’t tell me you didn’t, uh, have a reflection,” He notes mid splash, words slightly garbled through the water. Shilo looks surprised at this.

“Hm. I guess I didn’t. I assumed, since, you know, it is such a common trait among vampires, it was not worth the mention,” He reasons. Emizel shrugs as he shuts the tap off.

“Maybe. But I haven’t met a lot of vampires,” He says, wiping the excess water with his forearm and shaking his hair around like a dog to dry off. Unsurprisingly, his hair looks better like this. Shilo flinches at the droplets that fly his way and flicks off the one that lands on his cheek. “Sorry.”

Shilo hums. “Don’t worry about it. There are more pressing issues at hand.” He starts to twist open the concealer, then pauses with a frown. “Such as how there is nowhere for you to sit.”

“Sure there is,” Emizel replies, hoisting himself up with his arms and hopping up onto the counter with his back to the mirror. Shilo gasps.

“Emizel!” He exclaims. “It’s all wet!”

“I’m gonna be changing anyways, it’s fine.” He drags out the last word.

Shilo purses his lips. “Well, you are lucky I wore my heels today,” he says, moving to be in front of his brother and punctuating his steps with a particularly loud click as if to emphasize his point. Emizel grins, looking down at him only slightly.

“You wear your heels every day, man. I don’t think you even can wear anything else at this point. You probably got, like, Barbie doll feet by now.” Shilo looks at him curiously.

“Who is this ‘Barbie doll’?” He asks, finally twisting open the tube and beginning to pat little gray dots onto Emizel’s face. Emizel instinctively shuts his eyes tight as the applicator comes close, earning a disapproving tut tut from his brother.

“I’ve got a lot of movies I need to show you after this,” Emizel responds. Rather mysteriously, Shilo thinks. Regardless, he is quick to get to work covering up discolourations and blemishes, laughing as he shoos away Emizel’s hands when he reacts to the brush on his skin.

“Emizel, I can’t work when you are grabbing at me!” Shilo giggles, gently smacking at the hand attempting to restrain his wrist. Emizel pulls back, embarrassed.

“Sorry, man! Instinct, or something. I don’t know.”

“What, you think I am… attacking you?” Shilo asks, barely holding back another laugh.

Emizel furrows his brows. “No! Shut up, dude! Shut up!”

Shilo pushes onwards, eventually calming down from his giggle fit as Emizel warms up to the strange and unfamiliar sensations attacking him from all fronts. He pauses once he’s done with each product, giving Emizel the chance to peer at his reflection in the mirror behind him as Shilo fetches the next items. The process is more intuitive than Shilo had anticipated; he is eternally relieved for that. Emizel also appears to be fascinated with each step, taking in every change of his reflection. Shilo, oddly, feels a small pang of jealousy each time his brother turns to examine his appearance.

When it reaches the time for eyeshadow, Shilo lets his brother pick out the palette. He chooses just black, at first, but is more than happy to let Shilo try his suggestion of layering a bold currant colour on beforehand. Emizel flinches again as the small brush comes close, smartly choosing to adhere to Shilo’s second suggestion of perhaps closing his eyes for this step, even if it means he can’t see how he looks. He nearly reacts a third time when he hears, just outside of the bathroom, a familiar British voice not-so-quietly request someone to use the ladies’ room for the time being.

A funny feeling of bewilderment strikes Shilo as he works away, pausing for a second with the thought that settles in his head. Emizel sneaks open an eye.

“Something wrong?” He asks, an unreadable expression falling over Shilo’s face. Shilo shakes his head, gesturing for Emizel to close his eye again.

“No, no! It is just funny how much easier this is when I can see what I am doing. No wonder Grefgor learned so quickly. It must have been like walking in the park.” Emizel hums in response, then actually processes what he just heard.

“Wait, you’re telling me you’ve just been doing this shit blind for years?”

Shilo looks sheepish. “...Yes?”

Emizel’s mouth hangs slightly open, his mind mulling over all the stupidly complicated looks he’d seen his brother wear in just the short time he’s known him, and then his own pitiful attempt at doing guyliner a few years back: leaning over a dingy bathroom sink with his face so close to the mirror his nose practically pressed up against the glass and promptly poking himself in the eye with his black Crayola pencil at least a dozen times. “No, no, nothing. Fuckin’ wizard. Nothing. Whatever.”

Shilo snorts, somehow still daintily. “I could teach you too, if that would be something you’d like to do. Grefgor could help as well.” A pause. “Maybe when we are in less of a time crunch, though.”

Something pulls at Emizel’s chest at the thought. “That could be fun, yeah.”

Is this brotherhood?

Emizel feels four fingers lightly smack his cheek twice, signalling he can open his eyes. Before he turns around to check his work, he sees Shilo smile — a little toothily, he notes. The tiniest hint of his fangs poke out from under his lip. It makes him look younger, somehow, likening his excited grin to a little kid playing dress up for the first time. Which, if Emizel thinks about it, is exactly what he is. He resists the urge to ruffle his hair.

Maybe it is.

“Now, all we have left is the eyeliner. Your eyeshadow is already pretty dark, but it’ll help accentuate it a little more. Make it look complete,” Shilo says as Emizel peers at his reflection. “Actually… you seem to be pretty sensitive with things near your eyes. Would you like to do this part yourself, Emizel?”

Emizel makes a face, suddenly blasted back to that lame memory. “No, no, no, that’s not a good idea. I’ll keep my eyes so open, don’t even worry about it.”

“Are you sure?” Shilo asks, almost sing-songy and absolutely trying to goad his brother into trying it out. Emizel sees right through his fiendish tricks.

“Okay, maybe I'll do it for like, a second. But if I mess it up and we don’t have time to fi-”

“If you mess up, it will be hidden by your eyeshadow,” Shilo interjects sweetly. “Speaking of time, while you do that, I will take all these pesky tags off the clothes in our other bag. That way, they will be all ready for you when you’re done.”

“You just think of everything, don’t you?”

“Of course! In fact, I had Grefgor snag me these from the vampire Sephora!” Shilo clicks a pair of mini nail scissors together. “The store, not the, ah, person.”

When he reaches for the eyeliner, Shilo suddenly notices an unfortunately familiar small, wine coloured tube of lip gloss among the other products, evidently having been snuck into the bag upon purchase.

“Emizel!” He chastises with no real malice. “Did you sneak V… Vampire Sex Blast in here?” His hesitation before saying the product name is palpable. Emizerl instantly bursts out laughing.

“What?! No!? Oh my god, dude!” He snickers. “Is it actually there?” Shilo picks it up hesitantly, slowly lifting it from the counter to show his brother, who laughs even harder upon recognition, throwing his head back and smacking it against the bathroom mirror. He reels forward, still laughing, as Shilo also fights back a smile.

“If you wanted it so bad, Emizel, you could have just said!”

“It wasn’t me, man! I’m telling you!”

Shilo hands him the eyeliner, a thin black pencil with a rounded tip, and gets to work with his scissors, dutifully snipping off tags. Emizel braces himself for his ultimate test, silently pumping himself up as he leans in way too close to the mirror again. He tries to readjust his wrist on the counter, then slips on the excess water from his prior splashing. He brushes the water off and tries again.

With an unsteady hand, he wets the tip of the pencil and presses it to the edge of his eyelid, drawing an equally wiggly line around his eye. He curses, trying to wipe off the product and only succeeding in smudging it further. Emizel almost goes for a paper towel, but stops when he notices that the smudging actually has improved the look. Cautiously, he replicates it as best as he can on the other eye, sweating up a storm with his attempt at precision. Shilo, meanwhile, hums a simple tune and bounces jovially as he snips and tosses tags into the trash bin. With a little more working up, Emizel goes for his waterlines next, mentally punching himself every time he feels the inclination to cringe.

By the time he’s finished, Shilo has too, and he quickly ushers his brother into a bathroom stall, tote bag of clothes in hand. Another round of raucous tripping and cursing later, Emizel emerges one last time, finally ready — minus his jacket, which Shilo playfully drapes across his shoulders. He steps back, letting Emizel approach the mirror once more to inspect his appearance.

Stepping on the nominally drier floor, Emizel almost doesn’t recognize himself. He looks clean, almost put-together, and completely different from how he did at the start of the night. Taking it all in, he thinks the makeup is mostly responsible for this; The intense, smokey colour around his eyes isn’t something he’s used to seeing on himself — rather, it’s much more emblematic of Shilo’s appearance. Emizel adjusts one of his lip piercings in the mirror. If it weren’t for those, and perhaps the shaggy mess of hair on his head, he thinks maybe he could pass as him.

Enthralled by his new look, and definitely assisted by his brother’s absence of a reflection, Emizel doesn’t notice the hand threatening to ruffle his hair until it’s far, far too late for him to plan and execute a counterattack. He yells cartoonishly as Shilo shakes him around in excitement.

“Hey!” He exclaims, wrestling Shilo’s hand off his head. Shilo just laughs, stepping backwards again.

“Just helping you complete your ‘casual’ look! You talk all this talk of being informal, yet I have yet to see you loosen up about this date!” Emizel smiles, consciously relaxing his shoulders. He slips his jacket on properly, making sure to adjust it first to make his brother proud, and takes a step back himself.

“Yeah, man. You’re right. You’re right. Fuck.” Emizel wastes no time wrapping his twin brother in a tight hug, effectively surprising him back. “Thank you, Shilo. You’re a good brother.”

He can practically feel the light radiating from Shilo’s smile as he hugs him back. After one last squeeze, Emizel draws away with a matching one.

“You can thank me again when you get back. Now, go have fun! Quickly! We must be nearly out of time!” Shilo pushes his brother towards the door with mirth.

“Shit!” Emizel exclaims, hopping into a sprint as he dashes out, passing by a blasé Arthur and Void, an eagerly waving Grefgor, and one very long line to the men’s bathroom.

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Emizel kicks up dust as he halts his sprint as quickly as he started it, recognizing the surrounding streets and tall buildings that populate every corner he sweeps past. He has no idea what time it is; he left his flip phone in his other pants, tossed haphazardly into the bedazzled tote bag on the bathroom floor.

It doesn’t seem to matter, though. When he rounds another corner, just a block away from his precious shitty alley, he doesn’t see any sign of Theo anywhere. Great! He’s not late. Walking at a brisk pace now, Emizel can feel his nerves start to bubble back up through his body, giving him shivers despite his hellishly warm jacket. He takes his hands out of his pockets to shake them around, echoing his brother’s words in his mind: Loosen up!

Man. How is Shilo the one telling him to loosen up? Why is he so nervous, anyways? It’s casual. It doesn’t mean anything! Well. Maybe there’s his problem. Maybe he wants it to mean something.

A familiar street light bathes him in vivid red light as he finally approaches the alley. Emizel had never thought about it before, but in retrospect, it did make sense why a city run by vampires would want to install bat-friendly lighting on its streets. He’d never stopped to think about the bats the hundreds of times he hung out here with Theo, though. Rather, in his selfish mind, the crimson wash had only been there to make their little hideaway just that much more magical.

Emizel feels that magic start to thrum though his chest again when he sees a silhouette, running just as he had been mere minutes ago, come into view at the end of the street. Fully immersed in the vibrant red that Emizel had come to associate with him and panting heavily, Theo sprints towards him with a loose wave, gesturing wildly above his head. Once his best friend’s face surfaces from the ocean of scarlet surrounding it, Emizel feels all of his nerves suddenly melt away.

“Theo!” He calls out, picking up his own pace to meet him halfway and spare him the extra breath.

“Emizel!” Theo calls back breathlessly, squeezing his eyes shut as he meets him in a hug and nearly spins him around while he’s at it.

“I’m so sorry I’m late dude, you must’ve been waiting out here for hou…” Theo trails off as he pulls back, suddenly speechless as he takes in Emizel’s face up close. Emizel is at a loss for words, too — too stunned to even process what was said to him when he sees Theo.

Through the red hue cast over him, Emizel can make out the smallest hint of a darker colour in the outer corners of Theo’s eyes, intensifying his already warm gaze and making it so damn hard for Emizel to tear his away from him. His hair is freshly dyed and near blinding, bangs no longer neat — if they ever were — but still falling over his forehead and framing his face wonderfully. His numerous facial piercings glitter and gleam in the light. Emizel’s mouth falls slightly open as he lingers a little too long at the ones near Theo’s lips.

“Dude. You look so fucking hot,” Theo says, his breath suddenly escaping him again. Emizel blinks at him dumbly. What had he been worried about, exactly?

“You do too. Fuck. I could kiss you right now,” Emizel replies, words tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop them. Shit! Theo’s eyes widen slightly — almost scared — before a big smile breaks out from his lips.

“I guess we both had a bit of a makeover today, huh?” He asks, pulling back slightly to give Emizel a gentle elbow. Emizel grins back at him, sharp teeth on full display.

“I’ve got some crazy shit to tell you about tonight, man,” He admits. Theo draws back from their embrace fully, situating himself comfortably at Emizel’s side.

“You can tell me all about it on the walk there, then,” He says, his voice soft and gaze pointedly drifting down at Emizel’s hand as he laces their fingers together.

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Shilo hands Arthur the Sephora bag, watching the older vampire curiously as he seems to scan its contents before taking it back. As he turns around to leave the mall, Shilo sees out of the corner of his eye Arthur reach into the bag and stash an all-too-familiar wine coloured lip gloss into his pocket and smile before letting Void hop on board. She shuts her eyes with a contented purr.

Well, he thinks as he leans into Grefgor’s shoulder. It seems everyone got what they wanted tonight.

#my writing #long post #just roll with it #jrwi #jrwi fanfiction #the suckening #jrwi the suckening #shilo bathory #emizel tucker #jrwi grefgor #arthur bennett #jrwi soda #fizzfangs #jrwi void

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freakshowtwopointoh · 1 year ago

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You wished they'd just listen to you, let you explain.

You'd been hanging out with Andre behind their back, yes, but you needed help setting up the perfect proposal. You'd picked out the ring months ago, keeping it tucked away in an old pair of socks waiting for the perfect day. And they'd seemed so stressed for so long, it just didn't seem like the right time.

But they'd walked in while you were on the phone with Andre and you didn't have a good excuse ready. They knew you were lying and that was proof enough for them.

"Baby, please, just let me-"

"Let you what? Come up with more excuses, find a way to blame me for you being a lying whore? I've been working my ass off, and you're fucking around."

"Jordan, please, I never-"

"Stop fucking lying! Just get out." Their face was cold and angry. You could feel tears running down your face and onto your neck. Why won't they just listen?

"Ok." You said quietly, and you pulled on your coat and left.

You wandered for hours, just hoping that Jordan would call.

You knew you couldn't go home, and Andre was the only one of your friends who lived close enough.

God dammit. This isn't going to help your case with Jordan. You texted Andre nonetheless, almost hoping he wouldn't answer. You passed a motel but it was full.

Yeah u can sleep here

door is open im already in bed

You made your way to Andre's place, feeling the gravel crunch under your sandals.

It was about four am when you collapse onto Andres couch. You fell asleep quickly, praying that everything would sort itself out in the morning.

You'd be fresh out of luck, spending the next two days moping around Andre's place and wandering the nearby area. Trying to think of what you could have done to prevent this. You just wish they hadn't assumed the worst. You'd never cheat on them, especially not with Andre.

You thought about the reservation you had for this evening, and realized with a gut twisting sensation that your biggest worries had changed drastically over the last week. You were no longer worried about if they'd say yes - you didn't think you'd even get to go on a date with them again.

You looked a mess but you didn't care. Your hair was tangled and you were wearing the same clothes you'd left the house in. Not like you're trying to impress anyone, you thought bitterly. You made your way back to Andre's house with an iced latte, and tried to focus on your work. A loud knock came from the door, and you sighed. Andre was at Cate's. He'd smoked you out that morning, listened to you cry, and promised he wouldn't try to contact Jordan. You were terrified he'd make it worse.

"Sorry, Andre's o-" it was Jordan.

"He told me I'd find you here." They pushed past you into the apartment. You just stared at them as they leaned against the kitchen counter. "Interesting choice of couch, all things considered." They looked you up and down. "You look like shit."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, my appearance hasn't been at the top of my priorities. Why are you here?" They scoffed.

"I come to hear you out and you're giving me attitude? I'll just leave." They turn to go and you grab their arm.

"Wait, I'm sorry." You take a deep breath. "I should've practiced this, fuck." They laughed slightly at that. "I never did anything with Andre. There's nothing between us, I just needed his help." Jordan rolled their eyes.

"I came to hear you out, not hear more bullshit."

"I'm telling the truth! I needed his help because..." No use keeping it a secret anymore. "Fuck. Because I've been in love with you since day one, and I knew I wanted to spend my life with you since the first morning I woke up in your arms. But I'm me and you're amazing and we've never talked about this stuff before and I just wanted to make you feel as special as you make me feel every day for just one night. So I asked Andre to help me find a ring and set up this thing, and I-i-i didn't .... I was going to do it sooner but you seemed so stressed and I didn't want to make it worse so I needed him to hold on to some things and I'm so sorry J." They were staring at you, mouth agape. They reached into their pocket and pulled out the box.

"This is what made me come around. I couldn't come up with a reason that you'd have this..."

You felt your eyes fill but you got on your knee and took the box from their hands. Here goes.

"Jordan Li. I've been in love with you since the moment we met, and I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. I see all of you and I love all of you. I love the way you dance when you win at a video game, I love the way you love so fiercely. The last few days have just reminded me that I don't want to live without you in my life. I need your smile, your voice greeting me in the morning, your hand in mine. Jordan Li, will you do me the great honor of marrying me and becoming my spouse?" Tears were running down their face as they nodded.

"Of course I'll marry you." Their voice was gruff and now you're both crying as you slide the ring onto their left ring finger. "It's perfect. Now get up and kiss me before I lose my mind." And then you kiss them and it's like nothing had ever gone wrong between you. Their lips were like magic, causing time to stop and the world to become just the two of you. You never wanted to stop kissing them, but when you pulled apart for air you caught a glimpse of the time.

"Holy shit, we can still make our reservations."

"Then let's get your stinky ass in the shower!" They joked. You stuck your tongue out at them. Rude.

"Can we go home? I'm kind of tired of using Andre's toiletries."

"Of course. The puppies miss you - Bread won't stop sleeping on your laundry pile." You smiled at this, and you both went back to get all dolled up to do the proposal dinner backwards. You picked up a full Italian dinner to take to a local park.

"This is the part I was going to have Andre de-" He'd come and set it up anyways. The lights, the blanket, the whiskey, the ice, everything. "How?"

"After we left, I texted him to apologize and asked him to and I quote 'Whatever she wanted you to do before I almost fucked up the best thing that's ever happened to me'" You threw your arms around them, almost knocking them over. "I owe you an apology, love. I shouldn't have assumed the worst, and I definitely was way too harsh. I'm sorry, love, I'm so sorry. You were right, I've been so stressed. It's so easy to let my insecurities get the better of me." They shook their head, and you rested your hand on their face and held them before kissing them softly.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

You walked them to a spot on the blanket, and began serving them a plate of pasta, revealing the secret stash of olive garden breadsticks you'd made Andre buy. And you spent the night laughing, drinking, and kissing. Dessert was cannolis and the most beautiful infused pre-roll you'd been able to find.

It was almost two when you began cleaning up, mainly because you didn't want to keep your hands off of them any longer. When you finally made it through the front door, you grabbed their collar and pulled them in for a kiss, desperately grabbing at their shirt. You begin to unbutton it, begging your hands to work properly. They gently pull your hands off and spin you around to remove your dress. They suck a breath in when they see your lacy matching baby blue lingerie.

"This I picked out myself, just for you." You murmur, and they almost growl.

"Good. I don't like the idea of anyone even imagining you like this. You're mine." They drag their fingers along your side, long nails scratching your skin. They grab your hand and pull you into your bedroom.

"Get on the bed, baby. Let me see you." You shyly lay back on the bed. "My pretty girl." Later, Jordan would tie you down and leave bite marks, scratches, and hickies all over your skin. But for now, all they wanted was to make you scream their name until your voice gave out. They knelt before you.

"You ready, princess?" And without waiting for an answer, their teeth were pulling those pretty little panties off of you and their tongue was teasing your clit. "Already so wet for me. Bet you've been missing this, missing how I can make you feel."

"Yes. Fuck, you've ruined me, J, no one-" you wanted to keep dirty talking them, but they pushed two of their long, delicate fingers inside of you, curling them to reach the perfect spot as their tongue continued to work it's magic, and all you could do was moan and scream: "Jordan!" Before falling apart completely, clenching around their fingers and leaving their face covered in your cum. You were still coming down from your high when they went to grab something, but you had enough wits about you to watch as they removed their button down and unbuckled their belt. After being with them for years, it was almost pavlovian the way the sound of their belt unbuckling or their fly unzipping could turn you on. You whimpered when they revealed the strapless strap they were wearing.

"You gonna take this for me, baby? You gonna be a good girl for daddy and take my cock?"

You were sinking further and further into subspace with each word.

"Yes, daddy! I can take it."

They laid the strap on your entrance, teasing you. Then, they pushed it in all at once.

"Good. Because, I'm going to fuck you all. Night. Long." And they meant it. Sometimes they could fuck you through three or four orgasms each before finally shifting to cum one last time inside of you. Tonight, you came four times on their strap before they shifted, feeling their grip become immovable as they hold you down against the bed.

"Daddy, please!" They captured your lips in theirs before tensing up, thrusting into you and cumming deep inside your pussy. You sink your nails into their back, wanting to keep them inside you as long as possible. You felt them soften slowly inside you, and you whimpered softly when they pulled out.

"It's ok, baby, come here." You wiggle over to rest your head on their chest. "You were so good for me. Took my cock so good for so long. I missed hearing you scream my name." You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you buried your head in their chest. "My good baby girl. Go to sleep now, I've got you." And you drifted off to sleep in the arms of your fiance.

#jordan li #jordan li x reader #jordan has a daddy kink sorry #gen v #gen v prime #gen v smut #angst #established relationship #smut

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1kroolkroc · 7 months ago

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Jevil hcs that I have

Source: I am the source /j /ref

Jevil hates bland food; he thinks it's very boring and that it reeks of order with every bite!

The way he eats his pizza is that he folds it like a taco after it's been baked, then eats the whole thing

He won't listen to you if the incentive you give him is "It's morally correct," "It shows that you care," "It builds character," or anything similar! He will if it's "I'll let you drink some melted plastic," "It'll be so funny," "You'll piss off both Tasque Manager and Rouxls Kaard," or anything along those lines

His favorite pass-time is calling Spamton at 3 AM and posing hypotheticals for him (ex: "What would you do if you woke up one day, and your hands were turned into starburst taffy? You have to go to work, today's the big day, and you need that promotion, but you have starburst taffy hands, and you're unable to stop swearing every couple of words too! Oh, and you have penguin legs along with that! What would you do, Spamton?")

His powers go into maximum overdrive if he is corrected, commanded, or told what he can't do or say (Ex: Someone says "You can't just add a comma in between every word and punctuation mark," he'll respond with "Is, that, so, lightner, ?, Well, then, feast, your, eyes, and, ears, !")

He hates when his own clothes match, but King forced him to wear mittens with matching colors and shoes with matching colors! However, in return, he allowed Jevil to make the shoes a completely different color from the mittens

His favorite music genres are speedcore, fast ragtime, jazz, circus/carnival music (yes that's an actual genre), hardcore techno, polka, and classical music that's off-beat, off-tune, fast, and intense all at the same time

He can be dribbled like a basketball, flattened, eaten alive, crushed by a falling piano, shredded like cheese, minced, baked into a pie, cooked into soup, thrown into an acid pool, kicked like a ball, thrown at someone else, and stay unharmed without any lasting mental effects

His favorite person to mess with is Spamton! They met at his 21st birthday party, and Jevil was hired by a party planner, as entertainment for the party guests. However, Spamton is terrified of clowns and jesters, so it all went downhill from there.

Jevil has never been seen out of his jester attire, but if he were to start wearing other clothes, he'd wear completely mixed patterns with tons of bright neon colors; Neon hawaiian shirts, glow-in-the-dark socks with contrasting patterns and neon LED light-up sandals, and blacklight shirts with arcade carpet patterns

Staying still and being quiet are both absolute torture for him! With every second that's silent and still, he can feel that chaotic itch getting stronger, almost as though he was suppressing his entire being. With that in mind, he is horrified of libraries, offices, fine-dining establishments, and waiting rooms, and will never be caught dead near one of those

If he had a house, he'd have his speakers on playing his favorite songs, the tv playing, and his computer on all at the same time, so that he doesn't have to settle in complete silence

He drinks soda purely for the fizz and the way it feels when he drinks it; depending on how he's feeling, he usually either drinks it through a glow-in-the-dark swirly straw, or chugs the whole thing in one gulp

#jevil #deltarune headcanon #tw food mention #cw food mention #jevil deltarune #dr jevil #jevil dr #jevil the jester #long post #tw long post #deltarune jevil

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kalolasfantasyworld · 10 months ago

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Helloooo! Can I ask 1, 4, and 13 for the excerpt game? Thanks 😁

Hi Léa!

Thank you so much for asking 💕

Even though two of these repeated I am totally taking the chance to choose other excerpts which fit ^^

They may be a bit long, but I wanted them to make sense ⭐️

First kiss

4. Conversation after first kiss

13. First civil conversation with Solid and Nebra

1. One that makes me smile

I could answer this question so many times 😁 It’s a longer one, but first kiss

They sat there in silence admiring the view. It was very comfortable and serene, but she was getting bit cold. Helena pulled up a blanket and covered her feet with it. Nozel noticed her action.

“Next to you, by the wall, there is a small basket with fluffy socks,” he pointed towards it. “They may be a little too big for you, but I assure you they’re clean and warm.”

She smiled at him and reached for a pair.

“I only see you wearing sandals, so I’ve never pictured you as a person, who owns fluffy socks,” she chuckled. “You surprise me.”

He did not say anything just gazed at her, from underneath his braid. She thought that she saw his ears get slightly red, but it was quite dark, so Helena was not sure. Their eyes met. When she looked into the lilac abyss, she wondered, what if Nozel liked her too.

Now that they were sitting so close, she actually thought it to be possible. He opened up to her about his struggles as a magic knight. She knew how caring he was, despite Nozel trying to hide it. They had small conversations and the day before he admitted, that he felt comfortable around her. Lastly he showed her this spot, which had a special place in his heart. Maybe it was not just Helena, who had these feelings.

She wanted to ask, wanted to know, whether there could be something going on between them, or was it just an unrequited affection on her side. She had a question, but words got stuck in her throat. He was gazing at her attentively. The silver hair reflected the moonlight, giving him an almost celestial look. His lips were softly put together. The lower one bigger than the other.

“Nozel,” she whispered closing her eyes.

Helena subtly leaned in towards him. It was a clear sign, of what she wanted. She needed to make sure, because after realising her feelings the uncertainty was eating her alive. Since she had no more words on her tongue, except for his name. She made a move.

It was respectful. Helena made the first step, but it was up to Nozel, whether he would follow. He had a choice, that she let him make, and there were just two answers. Yes or no.

A chiller gust of air brushed her lips. She waited and nothing was happening. What if she made a mistake, if she read him wrong. Would it ruin their patiently built friendship? Helena slightly furrowed her eyebrows. She was getting worried and uncomfortable.

Suddenly she felt a soft touch on her lips. Long fingers cupped her left cheek. A pointy pendant brushed her nose. The sensation was amazing. Helena felt as if her emotions that had bubbled up, when she waited, exploded and flooded her with happiness. Even though his lips were quite dry, probably from the wind which hit them, when he flew on his silver eagle, Nozel’s touch heated her up and left her craving for more.

He slowly pulled away.

It was a shy kiss, a gentle and an unsure one. Helena opened her eyes bit by bit. She knew, that she was blushing. Even though she had kissed multiple times before, this one incomprehensibly felt like her first. The adrenaline, fear and desire filled her all at once.

She looked up at him. Nozel’s face was only centimetres away. His braid was in the middle of it covering his nose. Now Helena could see clearly the red on his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted. Wide open, lilac eyes were piercing her. There was fascination in them, but also something darker, something that she could not name. Nozel blinked and then they became sharper, narrower, more predatory. His eagle-like hairstyle only added on to this effect. He closed his mouth.

The tension was high and Helena could not stand it any longer. Her heart was about to burst out of her chest. She reached out her right arm and grabbed the back of his head. Her fingers clutched on to the silver strands. She pulled him towards her and pressed their lips together, much more aggressively this time. Helena felt his body tense. Nozel was surprised, but then he returned the kiss, with the same amount of heat and energy. His hand slid behind her waist and decisively gripped on. He pushed her back. Helena enjoyed this sudden determination, that he gave off. Her sweater fell off her shoulders, so she pulled it off.

Their breaths were heavy. The kisses felt impatient. Nozel was leaning over her. He brushed her slightly damp hair and tugged on it. A soft moan escaped Helena’s throat. He stopped and looked at her, pulling away. The lilac eyes were lost.

“Helena, what are we doing?” He asked, his voice slightly breathless. His hair was a bit messier now, that she had pulled on it. His lips looked redder, from all the heat and his face was flustered. The golden collar tightly snugged his neck. He seemed worried.

4. Another dialogue I’m proud of

This is kind of a follow up to the previous one, but somehow the dialogues I’m most proud of are those when they disagree a bit (or more than a bit)

They both looked away, thinking how to guide the conversation. Helena suddenly found the way that her red dress folded over her thighs very interesting. No! She reprimanded herself in her mind. She came here with a specific goal in mind and that was to talk to Nozel. She could not keep acting like a teenager with her first crush. Helena needed to be responsible.

“So about that kiss…” she started. Nozel looked up at her.

“It was amazing.”

“It was a mistake.”

They both said at the same time. Helena opened her mouth, shocked and hurt. Nozel looked sad and nervous. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. The feathery mantle made him seem more distant.

“A mistake?” She asked in an upset tone. “Care to explain why?”

“It’s just that we shouldn’t,” he said not looking at her. His tone was cold and emotionless. “I’m me and you’re you.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Helena was getting really agitated. She also crossed her arms over her chest. “Am I somehow not good enough for you?”

“That’s not what I meant,” he tried to explain and keep calm.

“Well that’s what you’re saying,” she interrupted him.

“I am not,” he spoke firmly, also getting angry. His brows were furrowed.

“Then what?!” She exclaimed. He sharply stood up from his chair and towered over her. Excluding his pointy hairstyle, he was only ten centimetres taller than she was, but Helena suddenly felt so small. His expression was stern, lips pressed in a thin line. The braid and narrow eyes gave him a predatory look.

Helena was not going to buckle down under the pressure. She furrowed her brows and angrily tilted her heard. Nozel was so close, yet felt so far. He was looking at her cautiously.

Suddenly his anger faltered and he sighed.

“I’m just not a relationship material,” he explained calmly.

“Me neither,” Helena admitted. Her emotions were settling down. She lifted her right hand and touched his left cheek. She gently moved his face so that he would look at her, from behind his braid. “And yet we kissed, and here we are.”

He was silent and seemed sad. He would not say anything.

“Nozel,” Helena smiled softly. “I like you and I think that, you like me back.”

His lilac eyes were so beautiful. The skin on his cheek felt very soft under her fingers. The feathery mantle looked as if it would tickle her, if she got any closer. His golden collar reflected the light, coming from the windows.

“You wouldn’t kiss me like that, if you didn’t,” Helena continued caressing his cheek.

“Then what do you propose?” He asked quietly, giving up on his objections.

“We don’t have to go public with it,” Helena said and Nozel looked up curious. “We can just meet each other in secret. No one has to know what we do.”

“Will it be just the two of us?” He asked glancing at her with his beautiful lilac eyes. “No liabilities or expectations?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Her heart was beating like crazy. Nozel was just centimetres away from her and he was getting closer.

“I can work with that,” he said and a small smile appeared on his face. It made Helena’s heart race. He moved her hand from his cheek and rested it on his shoulder. The feathery mantle was indeed very ticklish. Helena reached her arm forward and wrapped it around his neck. Her fingers were tangling into his silver hair. She did the same with her other hand.

13. that helped me understand a character better

This would be the first civil conversation between Helena, Solid and Nebra. It kind of gave me the feels of how I want to set them up in this fic and approach their redemption

Helena wanted to quickly pass them and not get into any conversations, but Solid had other plans in mind.

“Hey foreigner, where are you headed?” He spoke spiteful.

“I’m going to, none of your business” she growled at him. Nebra rolled her eyes at Helena’s response.

“It’s so obvious that we don’t get along” the Silva woman pointed out. “I’m curious how did it happen, that the King decided for a foreigner to live with us. Maybe you can explain.”

“Oh I can” irritated Helena answered. “I am stuck here with you, just because your mother wasn’t a sadistic ass like her children.”

“What?” Nebra said surprised but was drowned out by Solid shouting.

“How dare a foreigner like you speak ill about our mother?!”

“I think you misunderstood me. I actually said that she was a nice person compared to you.”

“Don’t offend me!” Solid was even more enraged.

“Solid wait” Nebra stopped him from barking back at Helena. “What do you mean, that you are here, because of our mother?”

She seemed genuinely interested with what Helena had to say. She even silenced her younger brother. Helena decided that she would go to the library later. It was finally the time for a civil conversation between them. She sat down on a sofa on the opposite side of the coffee table.

“Wow, they really haven’t told you anything about me,” Helena sighed. She was beginning to slowly understand the siblings’ bad attitude towards her. They knew nothing about her. She was a stranger brought to their house. Moreover a foreigner from the hostile Diamond Kingdom. Even though she partly understood them, they were still acting very mean, so she wasn’t going to just let it go. “My mother and yours used to be friends during their childhood days.”

“But this would mean that your mother was raised in the Clover kingdom,” Nebra noticed.

“That’s because she was. She was born here and when she became an adult she moved away to Diamond to marry my father, Lord Maxim of the Royal House of Drazel.”

“So you are not exactly a foreigner,” Solid said.

“Well I am, but yes I am a half Diamond half Clover citizen if that’s what you mean.”

“Have you ever been to Clover before?” Nebra asked.

“No this is my first time,” she answered and focused on Nebra.

“Why?”

“My mom doesn’t have the best relationship with what’s left of her family, so we’ve never had a chance to visit.”

“Can you tell us something about our mother?” Solid urged. The anger from earlier almost completely gone. There was a new emotion on his face. Maybe curiosity.

“Well I haven’t really met her. My mom said that she visited once after I was born, but I was a baby so I don’t remember. However she always spoke of her fondly” Solid and Nebra listened closely, soft smiles on their faces. It made her want to say more. “Mom said that they would spend whole days at the beach, running around, practicing their magic and as they grew older they would gossip more about Royal affairs and boys. Who liked who, and who did what. Obviously while sunbathing. Mom also mentioned Lady Acier’s excitement when she bacame a magic knight. From all the stories I can tell that she used to be an amazing person.”

“She was,” Nebra said with a fond expression. “I was just nine years old when she died, so I don’t remember many details, but the warm memories are there.”

“I was three. So it’s hard for me to recollect anything besides feeling loved and wanted,” Solid had a sad look on his face. He brushed off his bangs, even though they weren’t really covering his features.

“I’m sorry that you have lost your mom,” Helena said truthfully. “I have so many amazing memories with mine. It makes it hard for me to imagine how the four of you managed for fifteen years without her.”

“The four of us,” Solid snarled. Helena noticed some anger in his eyes, but decided not to comment on it.

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my personal version of the trinity

im talking about the dc super heroes, batman superman and wonder woman, not the son the father and the holy spirit.

i've always had my own version of these characters is my head and i would like to put it here for you guys to see. im sure a lot of this is going to overlap what a lot of what's already been done, that is inevitable give these characters longevity.

in a general sense, before we get into specifics, the way i think of these three, and of dc heroes in general, is that wherever they are they are the adults in the room. they are the conception that a kid has of an adult. professional, mature, always in control, always knows what to do in any situation, nearly omnipotent capacity to make all problems go away.

for these three i think of them as first responders, as firemen or paramedics. they are the people who come into a diaster, assess the situation and have a plan and a script to tackle it in the appropiate manner.

they know how to evacuate civilians, how to administer first aid, what is the order of priorities, etc. when they come in to save the day they are doing a job and they are good at it, they are the best at it, they are the people you want handling whatever it is that is happening.

all of this implies a certain level of maturity and professionalism that i expect from them. im not a fan of whenever these heroes are shown as super emotional, wether it be driven by rage or brooding, we have marvel for that. like yes, things can obviously get to them and enemies can deploy psychological attacks but generally they are emotionally mature enough to handle most things thrown their way.

i also like to think of them as mainly problem solvers rather than fighters or combatants (with the exception perhaps of wonder woman, more on that later). them simply going with raw fists to punch problems away is an absolute last resort if there is no other way to solve the problem. otherwise they toolset is wide enough that they can find clever, efficient, practical ways to deal with threats. im sure there are few threats superman cant solve without making judicious and calculated use of his super speed and his laser. double and triple goes for batman.

also, if i were to have absolute dictatorial control over DC i would make it so that they are not necessarily fighting a monster of the week style threat but rather that they have overarching goals and every mission is a step closer to that goal. and once their respective cities are stable enough they are free to establish the justice league to protect the world of overzised threats like alien invasions or pandimentional attacks.

without further ado here we go

superman.

honestly not much new, the guy has been done flawlessly plenty of times. i am particularly fond of the superman from My adventures with superman. perhaps i would write him a lot less childish but otherwise it seems there are plenty of writers that get the guy. he is a decent, truly kind man from kansas, who was well raised by a loving family and who grew up in a stable enviroment surrounded by friends. probably one of the healthiest persons out there, also one of the most resilient, in more ways than one. a guy who is willing to lend his surplus of strength, both physical and personal for the sake of others since he understands not everyone can handle things all on their own and so he is happy to help wherever he can.

he is perhaps a little corny, a little too straight laced, almost to the point of coming off as naive. if you didnt know him well you'd think he is just a boring goodie two shoes boy scout, but once you get to know him you realize he is just disarmingly earnest and sincere in all he does. he is such a dad, too. he makes bad jokes and gets overly excited for big sales and wears shorts with socks and sandals and he insist that you get horrible matching sweaters on christmas. his clak kent persona is not a mask, he is genuenly a dork. also he is a true journalist, he actually cares a lot about his job at the daily planet and takes super seriously whenever he has to do investigative journalism or an interview of a high profile figure.

i dont think he hates lex luthor, he is just really frustrated that a man that brilliant would waste his gift in such petty sillyness. his biggest flaw is that he can be overcome by self doubts, maybe its is wrong that he shoud be having all this power, maybe he is becoming too authoritarian by trying to fix all the worlds problems, how does he know what the most responsible way to use his powers is? is it his right to interfere in affairs of humanity when he is technically an alien? oh god maybe luthor has a point, maybe he shouldnt be here, he doesnt know what he is doing! he is just a farmer from kansas!

his ultimate mission, his overall, overarching goal, would be to take lex luthor down, the main source of most villainy and evil happening in metropolis. but he insists on doing it the right way, getting proper evidence, writing actual news articles, showing through all legitimate channels that lex is a crook and a criminal, which is the reason it takes so long. of course he could capture luthor in ten seconds flat but then he would have to deal with attacking a private citizen, with the criminal system, with the trials and with the terrible hit that it would signify for superman's reputation.

he thinks bruce needs to relax a little, and honestly the whole bat thing is a little silly. but also he deeply profoundly respects the fact that bruce is doing all of it on his own, no kriptonian powers gifted from on high, and he genuenly thinks of him as a true friend. he sometimes even feels a little inadecuate next to bruce because bruce is obviously the smarter of the two and the guy who always seems to be most in control of the situation and who always has a plan, making clark feel like he is just making it up as he goes along and he is just wasting his time picking cats from trees and stopping petty theft.

as for diana he is downright intimidated by her and he is a bit put off by the fact that she is clearly way more comfortable with violence than the other two guys. but again, he can sense she has a kind heart and is also a true hero.

clark secretly feels like the lamest of the three because he is just a guy trying to help around and the other two are like parangons of righteousness and borderline demigods, he doesnt realize the other two basically idolize him.

batman.

he is a really intense dude.

again, im not interested in a batman that is too tortured. the batman from the 70's-80's hit a pretty good balance in my mind. he is still a person. a very obsessive, intense, dedicated and disciplined person but a person at the end of the day, none of that "there is only batman" nonesense here, at least not early on. yes he is a guy haunted by his demons and carrying a terrible turmoil on the inside, but he is generally good at keeping in check. this does manifest in issues on the long term though, on a macro level. on the way he keeps cycling robins, the way that as the years go by he never seems to be able to move on to something better and specially in the way that he ends up by the end of it all. batman of the future did this perfectly, a bitter lonely old man who pushed most people away.

but on a day to day basis, on a mission to mission rythm, he is well adjusted. he is a team player, he doesnt push his sidekicks or collaborators too far (but he does go out of his way to carry most of the weight of the mission, which makes many of his robins think he underestimates them or doesnt take them seriously, when in reality he is just trying to protect them) he knows how to dial down the whole dark knight persona when dealing with civilians, he keeps his strength firmly in check so as to never unnecesarily brutalize the criminals he fights against. he puts way more priority in stealth and trickery than face to face confrontations.

he is stoic and he is overtly serious and formal, but when its just him and clark and diana he does allow himself to make more casual commentary or maybe ever crack and incredibly wry, dry as pavement joke. whilst around most civilians he comes off as intense and brooding clark and diana can tell he is just a little awkward (and possibly autistic?) and his rigid behavior is just a shield he uses.

bruce wayne is just him masking, we all know his playboy millionaire persona and im not going to go too deep into that. he can be "normal", he can relax when he is at the manor with alphred and dick or todd or tim or damian. he is generally a quiet guy, very introspective. very ocassionally he will let out his more impish side (there is still inside of him a child who never got a chance to be a child) he is an adult who chose to dress up as a bat and build himself a bat cave and a batmobil. he is a little whimsical, and he will pull little pranks on robin or alphred or whatever. but when the cowl is on he is back to strictly bussiness

he doesnt hate the joker, honestly he has bigger problems in his plate, but he does find him incredibly annoying and aggravating, that someone would cause so much evil for basically no reason. his biggest flaw is that he can be a bit too cold and calculating and he has a tendency to be self destructive in how he insists carrying all the problems of the world and push himself too far

his overall cause would be to try and fix the fundamental rot in gotham that is making it so that it keeps producing nothing but corrupt politicians, brutal cops and deranged lunatics, where any attempt at reform or to inject money into the system to fix things keeps getting absorbed and redirected into the city's criminal underbelly. batman is there as a shock to the system, trying to surgically unclog and fix a broken machine so that the actual proper channels and institutions start doing their goddamn job and set the city on a better path. honestly the colorful supervillains are almost a distraction of his day to day work, they are just the symptoms of a deeper problem and not the disease he is desperatly trying to cure.

he doesnt for even a second think that clark is lame or naive or silly. bruce almost idolizes clark because he sees in him a shining resplandescent example of a healthy, kind, pure good man, something bruce is convinced he could never be due to his "inner darkness" (this is just bruce being silly). to bruce superman is what a hero should be and batman is what he has no option but to become since he is only a man. in time he will come to see clark as a person rather than an idol in a pedestal and finally as the one friend he can truly trust on and even be vulnerable around.

diana he also deeply respects because he sees in her a disciplined warrior ready to do whatever needs to be done in the name of justice. and again, his more whimsical side cant help but find it a bit cool that she is a true mythological figure who came from a mystical lost island. whever he is on a mission he feels she is the only person who speaks his language, except when they butt heads over her wanting to confront a problem head on and him trying to do more sneaky meanuvers.

wonder woman.

she is a woman of the world.

in my head she would be the most cosmopolitan of the trio, also she can be a bit of and outsider given that bruce and clark are ultimatly americans and she is a foreigner from a wildly different culture. but she finds enough things in common with the other two that she can make it work out.

in my head she is primarily a warrior from a warrior culture. she is a paladin, righteous, devoted, and perhaps a little single minded. but she is not just a fighter, she comes from themyschira as a diplomat, she is after all a princess, she is adroit at politics, at diplomacy, at negotiation, although she does tend to prefer to negotiate mainly by projecting strength. she is above all things honorable. she makes oaths and she will give her life for those oaths.

she is also incredibly kind and warm. of the three she is the one that loves humanity and all of its children with the most warmth. whereas superman can come off as too nice and batman too correct she is the one that can be genuenly comforting when she needs to. she loves to learn and interact with new cultures, after all there is a whole world out there to explore. she speaks like 30 languages, is very well verse in world history and she is familiar with world politics. she has shaken the hand of multiple kings, queens and presidents. of the three she is the easiest to talk to, even if she does come off as a bit old fashioned at times.

but once again, she is a warrior. of the three she is the fastest to go to the sword and the one who has the least issues with killing if necessary. superman absolutely never does it unless its like a kaiju or an eldritch abomination or an army of robots. batman doesnt do it *directly* but he is not going to go too out of his way to stop a villain from getting hoisted by his own petard. diana will just do it, with her own hands if she has to. she doesnt take glee on it and she doesnt rush to do it but she wont hesitate either.

she can be a little brusque and a little strongheaded. once she makes a desition is incredibly hard to make her change her mind or slow down. batman has learn to work with it and try his best to make plans that accomodate that. clark will protest a little and then throw his arm in the air and follow her in whatever she decided has to be done.

her overall mission is of a larger scope than the other two. again, she is a woman of themischyra but more than that she is a woman of the world. the threats she faces, gods, demigods and other mythological beings, tend to operate on a world stage and so she is flying to multiple countries trying to contain the capricious whims of the gods and protect mortals from their dangerous games.

she barely sees her enemies as people. to be fair most of her enemies are manticores, minotaurs, plagues, or gods. but also when she comes across people like max lord she just sees evil that has to be vanquished and that is the end of it. her biggest flaw is that she has a tendency towards black and white thinking.

she is the tallest of the three, by like a full head. also the bulkiest. batman is musuclar but lean, fibrous, he puts emphasis on stealth and cleverness than raw strength. superman is muscular but in a very sculptural way. his big muscles are more a battery of the power he absorbs from our sun. his strength doesnt come from how big his muscles actually are. diana is a tank, she has a big frame and is built like a lumberjack. she is not perfectly cut and shredded, she has body fat, she is beefy.

she sees clack as basically a god since is the primary frame of reference that she has for someone whit the kinds of powers he has. she doesnt have the highest opinion of gods given her greek upbringing, so she sees clark a bit as "one of the good ones". she finds his boy scout routine adorable and his refusal to kill a little childish, and sometimes she is a little patronizing with him, but ultimatly she loves him like a brother. she's so proud of him.

she sort of doesnt know what to make of bruce. he is obviously a formidable warrior, and for a mortal man, the things he can do are truly impressive, also he lives by a code of honor and has a higher calling, and she respects that a lot, but sometimes she doesnt get why he wastes so much time sneaking around and playing with his little toys. that is not the way a warrior is supposed to fight. but, well, he does get results, so ultimatly she trusts him

***

at the end of the day, they are friends. maybe coworkers at first but after a few years of putting their lives on the line for each other they have true loyalty. driven closer for their work but also for the fact that they are truly at the top of the hero game and it can be pretty lonely at the top and sometimes all they have is each other.

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