#yes i love it whe they beat each other up yes i love it when a physical altercation turns into sex yes they bite and spit and growl etc etc

[degloved]

you can pry post-canon 'shitty motels and a life on the road until they settle down in some fuckass bumfuck nowhere little town' hoffstrahm out of my cold dead hands !! post-canon 'jagged edges turned smooth while Learning How To Love In A Way That Works For Them' hoffstrahm you will always be famous to me

[covenists]

✦ SPARKS FLY, O. PIASTRI

you are his childhood sweetheart, and also his best friend. he never told you he's in love with you, but has the spark changed after a long time beng separated?

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you and oscar used to be friends in school. he had a huge crush on you since you were a little kid, seeing each other coincidentally at the playground. and it's true when they said ‘love at the first sight lasts forever’.

the story begin when he was seven and you were five, in the playground near his house. and there he was; playing in the park and waiting for the queue to finally play on the swing. but there's you, beside him. swinging in the swing and looking as beautiful as ever.

hair flying in the air as you swung yourself on the swing. the twin pigtails and your pink chequered dress that he remembers.

he doesn't even know how he ended up looking at you like that, but he cannot take his eyes off you after that. it's like a sparks just fly to him everytime he's looking at you.

he finally he found his sparks. you.

and now he's a successful driver and you're a successful actress, your paths have diverged couple years ago, but when he sees you in a sidewalk café in italy, he decided to approach you.

when your friends were busy talking to other guests or their partner, someone pat you on your shoulder.

« may i get your autograph, miss? » oscar grinned as he came to approach you.

as you turned into the voice, a smile rose in your face. there he is, your best friend. and all of the sudden, a sparks that had lost a time long ago, just appear in a form of him.

and by that you realized, your lost sparks is him.

« oscar! i can't believe i have finally meet you. look at you champion! » he just laugh at your comment and hug you.

you hugged him back, ecstatic by seeing him after so long of seeing him only on tv.

« what are you doing here? » you smiled widely. and you're sure that you've never smiled this wide before, and oh the feeling of being with him is undescribable.

« seeing you, obviously! » oscar kissed you on your cheek and stepped back to look at you.

standing closer with him. too close for you to almost touched, and close enough for you to know what is on his mind.

« and who says i'm a champion already? »

« oh shut up you killjoy! » you chuckled.

« well, can i at least get your autograph? » oscar pulled a pen out of his pockets and handed you a paper.

« please write that im a champion, okay? »

you hummed as you pretend to think as you rubbed your chin to think, « oh, should i say to your mum to change your name from oscar piastri to oscar champion? » you grinned.

« oh cmon, i still like the oscar piastri name. »

« i thought you want your name to be champion, if i recall correctly. » you laugh, uncapping the pen and start to write down your autograph on his piece of white paper before giving it down to him.

he took the white paper and shove it down onto his jean's pocket. as he looked at you, he laughed and took your hand, and made you lean closer.

« you're funny, i still remember why i'm so attracted to you.. »

‹ he's a bad idea › your mind screams. he was your own past with your own fantasy about him, but you decided to ignore that.

« oh yeah? do tell. » you replied, already excited with his story.

he kissed the back of your hand and put it on his chest, smiling and nodding.

« you remember how much i loved you back then? »

you nodded, « yes, i do. i do remember your eyes when you looked at me. »

« it's different. your eyes, they're sparkling. » you describe.

oscar looked at you smiling, « maybe it's time that i tell you something. » he put his face close to yours, enough for you to know what's on his mind.

« those eyes you're looking at, they're always for you, i never really stopped loving you. »

you feel your heart just skipped a beat or two by his words. it makes you weak in the knees just by it. it felt surreal how the sparks could be flying all over when you're with him.

« and the words that i've said to the camera when i won all of the nominations and awards is for you. i've never really stopped thinking of you. » you breathed. and it feels like air just knocked out your lungs by now.

oscar looked at you deeply with a grin on his face, then he put his lips on yours and pulled you closer, kissing you deeply for some seconds.

« you know what's funny? » he looked at your lips as he still held you

« what? »

« i have the perfect life, im rich, im successful, i'm a champion, i race in the top tier series in the world, but... »

« but still, you're the most important thing to me. »

oscar put his arm around your waist and put on the biggest grin on his face.

you smiled at his word, fully ear to ear. you are just so lucky to have him by your side. and by this, you're probably going to embarrass yourself in front of the camera by being as red as a beet fruit.

oscar chuckled by seeing how you became red in front of him

« you look beautiful when you're blushing like this you know? » he asked.

« i look like a fruit! » you exclaimed, hands creeping to cover your blushing face.

« no you're not. you look cute! the cutest. » he said, while lowering your hands from covering your face as he put his hand on your chin and gave you another kiss on your lips.

people around you started to whisper and gossip about oscar piastri kissing a random woman in a public café.

« the headlines are going to be crazy about this. we shouldn't do this in public. » you shakes your head.

oscar laughed, and whispered in your ear,

« the only headline is me kissing my most important person in public, i hope you don't mind that. »

« oh pleeeasee... » you giggled at him.

oscar looked at you and smiled again, « besides... who cares about those journalists? »

« mmm... probably i care. » you grinned, and reached out to peck his lips.

oscar chuckled as you pulled out. as he put his hands around you and pulled you by your waist to kiss you again.

you both kissed passionately as cameras all took picture of you together. journalists were writing articles about oscar and his new girlfriend.

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[silversatin2105]

Hi bestie! How are you doing? I have a request for you!! Could you please write a Chifuyu x Fem Reader where Ryusei always flirts with Chiufyu's girl (they can be dating or not, but everyone knows these two are made for each other), even though he knows she is extremely annoyed by the constant flirting? How does Chifuyu react? Does this make him confess to her or does he just get annoyed? Thank you

Hi,

yeah I can do that ,I've decided to write this as a little fic, it will be a scenario that takes place during Chifuyu helping Keisuke study, the Y/N is an old friend of Keisuke’s who met Chifuyu when he joined Toman without any delay let's begin.

Chifuyu X Reader: someones jealous.

For the longest time you had been a childhood friend of Keisuke, sure you respected him and even supported him with hiding his extra curricular activities AKA Toman however you never felt that way about him, hell even meeting Kazutora it was still strictly platonic, there were only two guys who held a place one a romantic little upstart who had a penchant for flirting with any girl he saw and a recent new and upcommer who shared similar tastes in manga to you and a kindred spirit with your love of cats.

You Intended not to rock the boat, to keep it strictly professional but fate saw differently when you heard the words from the cheerful vice captain infront of you “hey madamoselle would you like to come spend the day with me?’” Ryusei lightly flirted as an angry scowl comes from Chifuyu.

look she's not gonna fall for your charms” Chifuyu retorted as Ryusei smirked and crossed his arms , was this jealousy you thought, no it couldn't possibly be but then the white haired vice captain began to speak.

“Well then why dont you ask her out if your so concerned” Ryusei retorted making the blonde new and upcomings cheeks turn a bright red as he excused himself to the bathroom, later that day you found a note in your locker on it was written “come to the gate afters school I want to talk”.

That afternoon after school you walked up to the gate of the school, to your surprise it was Chifuyu, he stood there waiting for you as promised, you began to speak up but be beat you too it and with a flustered tone he spoke the following.

“ I know this might sound strange coming from a delinquent but I want you to know I have a deep crush on you..please will you go out with me?” the blonde spoke to you, moments went by and soon you spoke.

It was all happening so fast but you could help it, you said yes and what would have been your usual walk home turned into an impromptu first date, he took you to q crepe stand and you split one before he took you home, when he dropped you off you walked into your apartment where you lived with your family, as you did you heard a loud “hell yeah” from outside your front door.

The next time you saw Ryusei he was mildly upset but very happy you had found someone whe shared similar likes, because deep down your heart had always had a weakness for hopeless romantic fools.

END SCENE

[rainyamidala]

authors note; PLEASE note that i started this with the vision of something else happening entirely. but i figured i wouldn't ruin the cute moment with something bad happening, so i'll save it for some other time.

i am not american, my mother tongue is NOT english!!

she/her used, will continue to be used unless requested otherwise.

theme; star gazing with Jake

warning; very corny starter

our love was so great and rare, that it could simply not exist in any other dimension or universe. we were meant to be in a way that cannot be taught.

it cannot be recreated.

i was born into this world and jake was not. it was so strange, but it was so right. i never looked for love until i was staring at it - staring at him.

it was currently night. not too cold, not too hot. a perfect mixture of something in-between, as we were lying on the ground to look at the stars. well, one can argue that there isn't any stars on the sky and they would be correct – but it was still something we wanted to do, regardless of what you want to call it.

"Have you done this before?" Jake asked me as we layed down in the grass, looking over at me. I shook my head, following his lead down on the ground.

"No. I have never been bored enough." I said, smiling. it's true, i had not been bored enough to look up at the sky for hours and hours with no end. I'd grown up with this sky, i knew how beautiful it was. yes, it was very beautiful, and i loved it - watched it too - but never unless i was in bed looking up. Jake told me that didn't count as "sky gazing" - i laughed in his face. he had a way of getting the last word and finding a way around the fact to be correct.

"It doesn't move much, huh?" Jake said after we'd been lying there for a couple of minutes. I shook my head, though he wouldn't see it.

"No. But it is still very beautiful, don't you think?" I asked, still looking up. It was strange - i didn't usually like being still for too long. I preferred doing stuff. Move. however, I felt very safe around Jake. like nothing could harm us in any way. we were in our own bubble of safety when we were together. i protected him and he protected me.

In the cornor of my eye, I saw him turning his head to the side, looking at me.

"yeah." he began, "very beautiful."

with that, i turned my head to look at him too. i slowly let my head fall to the side he was on, quickly noticing the little space between us. but it had not startle me at all, or make me back up like i'd done before when we'd gotten very close.

when i turned, my eyes had been placed to look at his lips. though i was not one to complain, i slowly adjusted them to look him in the eye - but he was already looking into mine, causing my heart to skip a beat.

we just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, trapped in our own little world. we didn't always have to speak - the silence was comfortable and warm.

after a moment of silence, you could see jake's lip corners turning upwards and i couldn't help but follow his lead and do the same. Pretty soon we were smiling at each other like two dorks.

Then, a soft but very genuine laugh i was no longer able to keep away escaped through my teeth. as i laughed, i covered my face with my hands and looked up again – but jake did not laugh. he just kept grinning at me. As i slowly stopped, I looked over at him again. My smile slowly faded as i looked into his eyes and realised why i'd began laughing in the first place. i'd gotten nervous. jake sully had made me nervous by just looking into my eyes. so nervous, i hadn't even realised until it gotten a moment away.

Jake's smile slowly faded with mine, leaning his head forward. Automatically, I leaned mine towards his, shutting my eyes slowly.

Our bodies knew where to stop before we hit each other and broke the moment, our foreheads resting on each others now. it felt so comfortable and intimate. I felt his warm hand being put on my cheek, his thumb moving very slowly back and forward. I felt my blood rush to where he was holding on both sides of my face – if i wasn't blue, i'd be red.

very carefully, i leaned my jaw upward. i leaned it far enough up to reach his lips, kissing him ever so softly.

i have gotten my first ever request from my last avatar ff, which i am so grateful for! for the person who wrote it: i am working something out to bring your suggestion justice 👾

[k0k1ch1111]

Death puzzles !!!!

quote log from a fic I rlly am obsessed with rn

“Yeah, I lied! My parents are actually in Russia,” Kokichi told him gleefully, his eyes narrowed at the block he was very carefully wiggling free from the tower. “I haven’t seen them in years since I’m actually forbidden from entering Russia.”That was probably a lie, but Shuichi was curious how far this story went. “...why?”“I ran for president,” his classmate sighed mournfully. “Now I can never reunite with my family.”

If you’re neither, then congratulations, I think.

"Hmm, yeah… that’s too sweet,” Kokichi hummed thoughtfully, seeming to see an entirely different problem than he did. “How about babygirl?” “And I am stopping this conversation here,” Shuichi decided, rolling onto his side away from his classmate. “Goodnight, Kokichi.”

he had always had a bit of a soft spot for physical comfort. Maybe his parents didn’t hug him enough or something.

Shuichi got to have a full night of sleep full of peace and ignorance while Kokichi got to die of heatstroke in the night. Overall, it was a pretty fair deal in his books.

The second grave he dug up was also incorrect, he noted in despair. Also, he almost got whiplash seeing what looked like a girl in the coffin, and he didn’t even want to think about the implications of what the gravestone meant if this kid was what he thought they were. That was an absolute nightmare scenario for Shuichi himself, and he couldn’t imagine being killed over it…

Our bathroom’s gonna look like a crime scene,” Kokichi groaned, throwing his head back and letting it droop to the side. “Once my hands are cleaned up, I’m dealing with yours. You look like you’re about to cry.”I am about to cry, he thought depressingly.

This guy had bounced from borderline manic to the childish, game-loving prankster he had come to know in the Objective Room.

What's there to talk about?” asked Kokichi, thankfully lowering the gun. “It’s like Monokuma said! It’s a puzzle of luck. Either I die and permanently traumatize you for the rest of your probably very short life, or I’m totally fine. Seems like pretty even odds to me.

”I’m glad you asked!” A list appeared on the screen next to Monokuma, which he read out. “Shooting yourself with just one dummy bullet will earn you entertainment for the Objective Room. Watching you two argue about the earth being flat killed some of my brain cells, so I figured that you could do with some books or board games or something.”

"I didn’t know I was that still of a sleeper…” Shuichi admitted sheepishly. “Do I really look that bad…?” “Yes,” replied Kokichi without hesitation. “Yes, you do. Watching you sleep makes me want to spontaneously buy a coffin for you, flowers and everything.” “You watch me sleep?”The room went deathly quiet as the two of them stared blankly at each other.

“Not sure.” Kokichi shrugged, sitting on the pulled out chair and crossing one leg over the other. “You were sleeping for a reaaaally long time though. Why do you sleep like you’re a child from the 1300s dying of the plague?”

He decided that it was better to just let Kokichi get all of the Kokichi-isms out of his system before asking about the puzzles.

I haven't updated this in like. Many chapters oopsiesss

I won’t be able to do it myself… s-so please, Kokichi. Let’s survive this together.”“...we are so fucked up,” Kokichi whispered with a drastic shudder.

Maybe they had left for a vacation? That was okay, he supposed– they worked hard enough. Even organs deserved a vacation… little hard workers. So noble.

He briefly wondered why his hand wasn’t closing around anything.And that’s when he finally remembered, oh, right. That’s gone.

“So you have synesthesia,” Maki concluded.The minute those words left her mouth, Himiko broke out into a sweat, casting her eyes downward. “N-No… it’s my magic.”

It’s not that bad,” he choked out. “K-Kokichi took most of the beatings, even when he didn’t have to. I’m fine…”He didn’t even have to look up to see Hajime’s skeptical expression. “Shuichi, your hand is missing.”

“Where’s the others?”

“Saving the ecosystem,” Shuichi told him in barely a mumble.“Supposedly,” added Maki. Somehow, Hajime managed to look even more tired. He massaged his temples with two fingers each, squeezing his eyes shut.

Why would she put us through the trouble of putting it on if she’s just going to take it off!? he thought in outrage, fighting to get the stupid thing off of his head. It was so liberating to have his jaw entirely free once again– it felt like he was human again. Did she just want to humiliate me…?

Y-You really shouldn’t be walking around on a fractured ankle…” the woman continued stammering, her hands on her head. “I-If malalignment develops, then H-H-Hajime’s the only one who’d be able to fix it! You should r-really lay back down!”

“You should try ketamine,” he retorted dryly. “You sound like you’d benefit from it.”

You thought I was gonna die?” Kokichi scoffed, disguising his teary voice underneath a snicker. “Yeah, right. Like I’d die in a stupid locker.”

So apparently. The world ended.

And yes, he knew he shouldn’t be walking around yet. That was something Mikan, Shuichi and Hajime all reminded him of daily. Was that going to stop him, though? No. No it wasn’t.)

The rules were stupid,” Himiko insisted fiercely. “I’m glad you guys are okay now. I was casting all kinds of protection charms for you, but I wasn’t sure if they ever reached you.”Protection charms.Kokichi had nearly forgotten about it after what happened in the Seating Puzzle, but with that reminder, he could feel his body heating up.

“Or we can just… have a nice picnic somewhere,” Shuichi suggested hurriedly. “No one needs to slit open their stomachs.”Kokichi pouted. “Not even a little bit?” “What does a little bit even mean…?”

Maki made it… for Kokichi? Shuichi cast a surprised look back at his partner, who had stood out of his wheelchair and limped into the room. He gave Shuichi a similarly confused look, seeming to lack any form of an answer too.. Well, she was the one who found us. I was really aggressive over him when that happened…

Ah, barns. Shuichi didn’t imagine that he was going to be visiting that place anytime soon. Big animals were nice, and he always found horses a little fascinating, but up close? They were a little terrifying.

Hajime rubbed the side of his head, exasperation flicking across his face. “I wish I knew which god to curse, but no, I brought this upon myself. Let’s move on to our next topic: a recovery plan.”

He’s definitely going to run away from our sessions,” Hajime muttered under his breath as he closed the door.“A broken ankle will definitely not stop him,” Shuichi agreed fondly. “When are his sessions, anyway?”Hajime put on a small smile. “I’ll keep it a surprise, at least for now. He’ll be easier to catch if he doesn’t know when to flee.” “That– um, that sounds terrifying.”

You’re… feeling dysphoric?” Kokichi somehow found the bravery to ask.“What’s dysphoric?” Kaito whispered.

Obviously, that’s a lie. Vampires don’t exist, silly goose,” Kokichi declared. “Clearly he’s a ghost.”

“Also, even if you were high, why would you two be kissing each other? How bored do you gotta be?” “I can think of an emotion other than boredom that’d lead to it,” Kokichi snickered. Kaito paused, thinking deeply. “...curiosity?”Clearly, that wasn’t the answer Kokichi was thinking of. The only reaction he gave was a deadpan stare.

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Invisible paint brushes streaked lines of orange and yellow across the darkening sky, and he thought for only a moment, Angie must love her new canvas.

Every drop of color drained from his face and his head snapped forward, facing the sunset as he coughed awkwardly. Kokichi, probably curious, sat up and looked back at their apparent audience, forming an ‘o’ with his mouth when he saw them.“Busteddd,” Kokichi whispered, not sounding bothered in the slightest.

“I’m not jealous!” Kaito defensively shouted. “I’m just… really freakin’ confused!”

“What’s so hard to understand? Is it ‘cause we’re both boys?” Kokichi guessed, his voice layered with something akin to amusement. “Have you never seen two boys kiss before, Kaito?”

“That’s… that’s not the problem! I’m confused ‘cause I wasn’t expecting…” Kaito gestured wildly at them, his mouth open helplessly before he managed to spit out, “you two, yknow!?”

I wasn’t moping,” Shuichi protested at the same time K1-B0 exclaimed, “jetpack shoes!?”

As expected, K1-B0 looked even more surprised. “What? Kokichi and Shuichi are dating!? When did this happen?”

“This cannot get any worse,” Shuichi mumbled into his hand.“Nyeh!? What are all you guys doing here?”He stood corrected.

“The stars look great tonight, don’t you guys think?” Kaito spoke up, lifting a finger skyward.“You say that every night,” Maki pointed out.“That’s ‘cause the stars are freakin’ awesome!” Kaito shot back with an enthusiastic grin

Hell yeah, Keeboy! Embrace the robot!” Kokichi cheered, clapping his hands together excitedly.

"Whoopee! Keeboy, you’re flower girl.”

“What!? Why am I the flower girl?” K1-B0 demanded, visibly frazzled.“It’s like when you have your dog bring you the rings. You’re perfect for the role!” Kokichi exclaimed, practically having stars in his eyes as he excitedly pumped his fists up and down. “Himiko’s my maid of honor.”

“Nyeh!?”

TGE ENDDDD AUGH ILOVED DEATH PUZZLES SO DEARLY THANK YIU TO THE AUTHOR FOR WRITUNG IT.

[petitmonde]

48 for Roura please 😊

48. Dancing with each other

If you want hopeless lesbian pining, here's your fill. This was fun, so thank you.

It was easy enough to pretend she didn't want to dance with Robin, however pretending not to be interested in her was another matter.

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All night, Aura has watched her. Caught glimpses of the myriad of people who asked her to dance. Seen how her face lit up every time she was asked. Only for Aura to look away, not wanting to be caught.

"Careful not to get any drool on the floor, wouldn't want anyone to slip," Isabelle said. She's been on her case a lot lately. Something about being a concerned friend who was tired of seeing her making a fool of herself.

Aura toyed with the straw in her drink, not meeting Isabelle's knowing look, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't give me that."

"Is is that obvious?"

Isabelle didn't dignify her answer with anything but a snort.

"That bad huh," Aura said, holding her head down. "This is so embarrassing."

"If you aren't going to do anything but sigh and moan all night, the least you can do is get me a refill," Isabelle said, despite her drink only being half full.

Aura got the hint.

"Yes yes, I got it, I'm souring your grapes or whatever. Now watch me go out there to make a fool out of myself."

Aura made her way through the crowd, excusing herself whenever she got too close to someone else.

She was going to do this. Walk right up to Robin and ask her to dance. Sweep her right off her feet and make it a night whe wouldn't forget.

However, with each step, that bolstered up confidence waned. The closer she got, the stronger she could feel her heart beat.

It was silly. Really, it was. It's just Robin. Sweet. Wonderful. Always smiling Robin. Who moved across the room like a practised dancer, with ease and elegance.

Oh, and Robin was... standing right in front of her, looking at her with a bemused expression on her face.

"Oh, hi Robin–" was all Aura could get out before she choked on her words.

"Aura," Robin greeted, taking her hands to squeeze them. "I had been looking for you all night."

She was smiling. At her.

"You have?"

"Yeah"

Without having noticed it, the two of them had started swaying together to the music, joined by their hands.

"Say, I was wondering if–" Robin started.

"If you'd like to dance?" Aura finishes. She takes one of her hands to put on her shoulder. "I'd love to."

The song changes, slowing everything down to a crawl. Aura brings Robin even closer, holding her by her waist. Robin rests her head against her shoulder.

Aura feels her heart sync with the beat. The scent of Robin's sweet perfume fills her, as everything inside of her is filled with nothing but Robin and her little hum against her chest. There's no practiced moves. Just the faint sounds of instruments in the background.

They don't even need words between them, their bodies doing all the talk that they need, one step at a time.

In that sweet eternity that lasts 4 minutes, Aura feels content. Just being with Robin like that, her worries dissappear like the frost on the first day of spring.

And maybe one day, when she dances with Robin like this, she'll forget what stopped her from giving her a kiss.

But tonight, their dance ends with a hug and well wishes to see eachother soon.

[rougerave]

Behind closed doors (part 2)

“You know ma, you’re a hypocrite. Even you Jay. Don’t think I don’t know about Mr Harper.” The room just went silent. They were back at the compound, sitting by a fire in a private sitting room.

Jason’s eyes went wide and Talia just sighed. She knew this conversation was bound to happen. Ra’s just chuckled. He lived for this chaos.

“When that boy was flirting with me, you were about to pull out an arsenal of weapons just to threaten a boy I might never see. Then we find out your pregnant and have been dating someone for THREE YEARS. Jason’s no better. But I am curious Jay. When are you going to propose to mister Harper? You’ve been seeing him for five years now.”

That made him choke, but then he smirked. That smirk that shows that he knows something you don’t. He was about to say something when Damian beat him to it.

“The ring is in the left pocket of his coat. By my estimation he was going to do it before the New Year.”

If looks could kill, Damian would be dead ten times over, but the blush on his cheeks made his glare ineffective.

“So, were we ever going to meet this Mr Harper before he became our in-law or at the wedding?” Ra’s asked, mirth playing in his voice.

“I was going to do introduce him next month. I just don’t need three pranksters meeting yet. I need to mentally prepare myself for that. The twins are mentally draining on their own. We don’t need a trio so soon.” Talia just snorted at that before she stood up and walk towards the exist of the room.

“Marinette. Walk with me.” The young girl just stood up and walked out the room with her mother, leaving the three males in the room. “Soo… Five years?”

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“Is everything okay ma?” Mari asked, concern lasing in her voice.

“Yes, everything is fine. I just want to talk to you.”

They walked to the garden and then laid on the ground looking at the stars.

“I wanted to apologise, but I want you to know the reason why I did the things I did. Things between your father and I didn’t work out, as you can see. We did love each other, enough to have three kids. But he didn’t want kids. When Jason was born he was there for a month then he vanished. Not a note, just gone. Then we meet seven years later, and you twins were conceived. But again he vanished for thirteen years, no note, nothing.

I don’t want you to feel that heart break. I don’t want you to give your heart to someone only for them to chew it and spit it out. And yes for the last three years I was being a hypocrite, and for that I am truly sorry.”

Marinette stayed quite for a moment to soak up the information before she replied. “It’s okay. You were just looking out for me and I get it.”

They stayed there for a while, enjoying the silence, which was quickly disrupted by a quite snore. When Talia looked over, she saw her daughter fast asleep. She smiled and softly brushed the hair out of her face.

“Do you need help there? Getting her to bed.” The mother turned to the new voice only to see that it was Khalid. She smiled softly before nodding her head.

“When did you get back?” She asked as she led them to Marinette’s room.

“About twenty minutes ago.”

“How did it go?”

“Let’s just say that Batman won’t be using his limbs for a while. I did find out why he was stalking Jayson.” He said as he put Mari on her bed, and Talia put a blanket over her and kiss her forehead goodnight.

“Do tell.”

“He wanted to take the kids. He wouldn’t tell me more.” That made her pause. Fuck sakes Bruce. “After thirteen years, twenty years for Jason, he wants to be a good father and take them under his care. He won’t care for them thought. He would only get them killed. He needs more ‘students’ to do his bidding under the flag that it’s for justice. I’ve done everything in my power to raise my kids to the best of my ability, and trust me I know I’m not the best mother, but I did what I had to do to make sure that my kids know how to survive in this harsh world.

Bruce changed. He changed we he lost his parents, he change when he asked to be trained by my father, and he changed the most when he put on the cape and mask. He doesn’t know it, but he crossed more lines, worse line, and yet he considers killing to be the worst one. Somehow there is worse things than the killing line, and trust me I’ve seen it.”

By the time she finished they were back at the garden, just sitting on the bench under the cherry-blossom tree.

“I trust you there. I was with you for most of it.”

Talia just smirked at him, before leaning on his shoulder and Khalid put an arm around her waist, just sitting in a comfortable silence.

“So I heard that the great Talia al Ghul fainted.” Khalid said the amusement rolling off him in waves. That earned him a snort and a light hit in the stomach.

“It was sort of your fault.”

A very fake, very over-exaggerated gasp was heard. “My fault. How, in anyway, was it my fault?”

“You helped in the creation of your daughter.”

“How sure are you it’s not a boy?”

“Call it a gut feeling.”

“The same gut feeling that got us trapped in a Mexican gang war, which by the way, somehow landed us in the Amazon. That same gut feeling that got us trapped in the pyramids of Giza? Do you really want to go on that gut feeling?” The mirth in his voice was unmistakable.

“Okay so maybe not a gut feeling. Maybe hope I guess?”

“Yes maybe it is hope.” He said before he closed the distance and kissed her. A sweet yet passionate kiss.

“PDA.” A new voice said.                                          

“We’re not in public.” Talia groaned away from the kiss.

“What’s up Jay?” Khalid said with a light chuckle.

“I just came to say my goodbyes. I’m being assigned to a mission to Hong Kong. Cass needs help taking out a gang. From there I will be in the UK.”

“Why does every al Ghul sound so hopeful about the possibility to be involved in a gang war?” Khalid asked.

“Why do you sound so hopeful at the possibility of blowing things up, for example; the booming of the pacific.” Talia counted

“Fair point, but that was also to get a reaction from Ra’s.”

“Why would you need to get a reaction from grandfather?”

“Khalid and I made this challenge when we were fifteen. Try to get a reaction from the Demon Head. He makes this face where he tries to decide if he should be angry or proud, then he scrunches up his face when he can’t come up with a decision, to the point he looks constipated, all while opening and closing his mouth. It makes him look like a fish out of water. You should try it sometime.”

Jason looked between his parents before he snorted and shook his head in amusement.

“All I can say is that your kid is going to be chaotic.”

“Naturally.” They answered simultaneously

Jason snorted. “I’ll see you in two months.” Then he disappeared into the shadows that he walked out of.

“He didn’t say what he will be doing in the UK, did he?”

“Nope, but I bet you 100 pounds I know what he will be doing.”

“You sure you want to bet Khalid? Against me no less.”

“Yes, I have a good feeling about this one. Trust me.”

Talia snorted.

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“So, when do I get to meet the family?” Roy asked in the quite of their shared bedroom. After Jason helped Cass, he went straight to his and Roy’s apartment in the UK, after making sure he disabled all communication and tracking devices so he won’t be followed or disturbed. (Paranoid much.)

“Why are you so eager to meet my family? The only sane one is my unborn sibling and that on it’s on is saying something, all things considering.” Jason said as he came out the bathroom.

“It can’t be that bad.” Roy said looking up from the book he stole from his fiancé. Jason had finally done it after he was busted for trying to hide it.

“It’s that bad.”

“I feel like there’s a story.” He said putting the book on the bedside table, while Jason flopped onto the bed besides him.

“My graduation.”

“I would have done the same.”

“When the twins were five, they played catch with an actual grenade. Somehow the pin got lose and fell on the ground mid-air. Mari somehow seeing this got out an aluminium base-ball bat and tried to hit it. She grazed it, changing the direction of the grenade. The grenade flew into my room. That was my third trip to the pits.”

It was silent for a long minute. “Aside from you dying, I would say that is pretty funny. What did your ma and grandfather do?” Roy asked while trying to hold back a chuckle.

Jason playfully glared at him, before pulling Roy to him and rolling over so Roy was under him.

“Easy. They don’t know.”

“And why is that?”

“Jd (grandfather) had to personally take care of something, and ma was in the middle of a Mexican gang war. Cass dragged me to pits with the help from the twins.”

“So you guys never felt the need to tell your mother or grandfather for that matter.”

“Nope. It’s a secret we take to the grave.” He said leaning in closer.

“The same grave you evaded three times.” He snorted at that. “Zombie.”

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah I do.” Roy said closing the final distance in a heated kiss. They would have gone further if it wasn’t for a crash and cussing heard in the direction of the living room. They separated quickly looking at each other to conform that the other heard the sound, before the reached under the bed for their weapons.

They sneaked out of their room slowly and into the hall-way that lead to living room. As they reached closer they heard the voices growing a bit louder. Upon listening closer, Jason recognized the voice and let out a breath of relief. He looked at Roy signalling to lower his weapon.

“I guess you get to meet my family tonight.” Jason said, whispering into his fiancés’ ear. When he pulled back, he saw shock written on Roy’s face before he settled into a lazy smirk. Jason rolled his eyes. Time to make their presence known.

“You know you can knock right. I’m not against it. It’s actually considered polite.” Jason said while leaning on the wall. Roy leaning against him.

“Where’s the fun in that.” Mari said from her place on the floor. She had been the one to trip on thin air and cause the crash. Damian had been the one too cuss up a storm.

“You messed up your own plan, and why are you two by yourself?”

“To deliver a message and to say hi to our soon-to-be-brother-in-law.” Damian said from the kitchen. He was raiding the fridge. He knows that Jason likes to bake, so there has to be some form of cookie.

“In the cookie jar Dames, not in the fridge. We talked about this.” Jason said not even looking in that direction, before turning to Roy.

“Roy meet the twins. The rat that’s raiding our kitchen is Damian.”

“uck uo itc!” Damian said with a full mouth of cookies before swallowing. “Sault Roy.”

“Sault Damian.” Roy said with a little sault, chuckling.

“The blob that’s pretending to be our rag is Marinette.”

“hugr.”

“Nice to meet you too. Quick question, are you okay there?”

“hugr” was the reply, though it sounded defeated. The two adult in the room looked at each other with worry before they made their way to sit next to Mari.

“Dames do you know what’s up with Mari?” Jason asked after trying and failing to turn his sister over.

“Yeah, but its best you two talk alone. Which reminds me. Ma and baba (Khalid. At this point they have just accepted him as their father,) would like to have lunch with you and Roy tomorrow at that café two streets north from here, at 13:00 sharp. Don’t be late. Jd and I would like to meet Roy tonight while you two talk.” Damian said before he stuffed another cookie into his mouth.

Roy looked at Jason in slight hesitation, before they stood up, leaving Marinette on the floor.

“I’ll see you later tonight.” Jason whispered before nodding and giving him a kiss. Roy just nodded before leaning down to ruffle Marinette’s as a goodbye, and left to get his jacket and boots. The London air is getting a bit warmer so there’s no need for his winter coat. He came back and led Damian out the door so he can lock it.

Once they were out the door Jason sat on the floor with his sister.

“Talk to me Mars. What’s on your mind?”

“I’ve been assigned a solo mission.” She said finally sitting up, but not look her older brother in the eye.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s not a league mission.”

Oh.

“Who assigned the mission?” Jason asked slowly.

“The Order. They found the culprit of the fire in one of their temples. Apparently two of the miraculous and one of their most important books got stolen from him. They felt that two of the stole miraculous have been activated and corrupted.” Marinette said in a whisper. Jason was just shocked into silence.

The Order of Guardians never assign missions to the Shadows. They hardly assign missions in general, and when they do, the missions are the ones that you lose parts of yourself. Where you learn what sacrifice is. Sacrifice in the form of your sanity, emotional well-being, and in most cases your physical well-being.

“When do you leave?” He asked in a whisper.

“Two days from now. I wanted to ask if you and Roy can drop me off in Paris. Ma can’t stand being in a plane anymore, and baba is staying with her. Jd isn’t going back home for a while and Damian is tagging along. They leave tonight after they are acquainted with Roy.” She reply.

“Tell you what. How about after lunch tomorrow you stay with us until we drop you off. I have a feeling our parents are going back to the League to keep things in order while jd and Dames are not home. Every two months Roy and I will visit you with Dames, and if ma feels alright then, I’ll bring her too. Jd will drop by anytime his free. Since this is Order and Shadow business I’ll ask Roy to help keep the JL out of Paris. On last thing. Never and I mean never feel afraid to ask for back up. I will come running to help you. It’s my job and my responsibility as your older sibling to help you. Do we have a deal?”

He got a hug in response. “Thank you.” She whispered.

“Your welcome. Now let’s get you to ma. She must be having a heart attack on not hearing from you.” That earned him a snort.

Despite knowing the damage from having a very overprotective family, Marinette knew that she could always count on them. She knew that they would support her and love her, and she knew that deep down she didn’t mind not having a boyfriend. Well not now anyway. She has all the love she needs right here.

[devild0m]

OCPROMPTOBER

Day 5 - rendezvous Hyefonse

askr castle, a sight for sore eyes. the current threat had been vanquished and quelled, all four of them made their way back to the castle. after giving the current report to both majesties, Sharena was the first to speak up if all of this could wait till tomorrow so everyone could get some much needed rest. Whilst Alfonse wanted to correct his younger sister for speaking so brazenly in front of the King & Queen, he too was about to crumble into nothingness , Anna was second to voice her own opinion that further discussions would be best if held off. Now, Alfonse found himself stating in affirmation. both of them agreed and nodded that this was the best course of action, then eyes focus on the summoner who had since gave up and fell asleep standing straight up.

“Is that even possible? Hye? Hyeee? Hello?” Sharena waving her hand in front of the summoner who in response only let out soft snores and the occasional laugh. “All of you have done well in protecting our kingdom, all of you deserve a restful night. We thank you once more, order of heroes. “ Queen Henriette speaks up and dismisses them all though not before giggling at Hye’s quite perculiar state. “Then we shall take our leave then.” Alfonse bowing out, then eyes shifted to the unconscious Summoner only letting out a sigh, he knew Hye was taking too many all-nighters under his breathe only within earshot of Sharena & Anna. “What am I going to do wit you… really… “ Starting with their knees and supporting their head, Alfonse walks out with a single word memorizing the path from the throne room to the residence that Hye has taken up ever since arriving in their world.

Back in the throne room, four eyes just meticulously watched what had just happened. “Does that boy have no shame at all. “ The king only sighing in protest while his allowance for Alfonse to serve as a lance for Askr, this didn’t mean to forget who he was completely. Henriette only smiled and patted her loving husband’s leg, wishing he’d be a bit more open about his feelings towards Alfonse she swore the two of them were reflections of the other. “Have those two always been so lovey?” Smiling ear to ear pleased to see her son whom had no interest in love or anything of the sort before meeting hye, Sharena sighed in exhaustion. “All.The.Time.” The Princess recalling each and exact time while one or the other would stand far too close for comfort in the midst of meetings, how often the other would search for the other, or god forbid when herself & Anna accidentally walked into them about to actually confess, gods.

. . .

around the next evening Hye awakes in their bed, rolling around and enjoying the comfortable sheets. Ahhh, complete and utter bliss. Slowly getting up and stretching, they decide to stand by the window was it morning or night. that’s when it hit them, just swing by and ask Alfonse. Opening up the window and jumping to the next window. Giving a light knock, Hye hears stumbling and akin to something falling. Hrm, maybe they should’ve tried the door instead. Alfonse staring back at them in complete disbelief. “What are you doing exactly.” Pinching the brim of his nose, his head scrambling for whatever compelled them to do so.

“Oh, I was wondering what time it was.” Hye answers plainly. Alfonse stares back again, what, what did they just say. “So… you climbed out your window, jumped over to mine, to ask… the time?” Running a hand through his hair trying to make sense of what was happening. “Um, yes? Plus I figured I’d be able to see you too. “ A rose tint dusts itself upon Alfonse’s cheeks, did they always have to speak to forwardly. Coughing into his fist, “You really ought to stop saying things like that, someone is bound to misunderstand.” His heart seeming to beat out of his chest, while Hye made his own way into Alfonse’s room. Hye’s eyes lazily scanning over the room and spots the fallen chair, so that’s what made that noise. “What could you mean, when I say I want to see you, I want to see you. Pretty easy to get right?” Deciding to lay on Alfonse’s bed and smile up at him, the Prince swore he would die right in the moment there, how on earth could they be so… “You’re utterly impossible, you need to go back to your room. And it’s about 2:30 in the morning.” Picking them up not too disimilar to holding a cat, and tossing them out of his room. On the otherside Hye just simply pouted and then headed back to his room.

Alfonse sliding down his door ears, cheeks engulfed in crimson. Gods were they trying to kill him…

[tounderstandthesoul]

Chapter 11: Idle Transfiguration

After the unbelievably bad things that have happened, there is now a light at the end of the tunnel. Hoppy and Kickin have searched for you and found you. Why is clear, but is it true? 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭. (At the same time, a little romance between you and DogDay) It's time to prove your abilities, don't you think?

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I'm B-B-B-B-Back (Stuttering like you, Y/N) Yes, a new chapter... 𝘐𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴, 𝘄𝗼𝘄. This chapter is written in the YOU-perspective like the last one of my newest story (Rat and Cat Show). As I said in a answer-comment I will adapt it. Depending on situations and events I will decide. In this chapter there is also an explanation of your ability: Idle Transfiguration. It grants you the ability to reshape souls. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗱𝘆... 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹, that means you can heal people, that you are the perfect person, in a team the Smilling Critters seem to have understood that too. Have fun reading! wc: 5.8k

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"What?"

You can't get another word out. Not when your throat feels like you're going to puke at the next one, plus the constant taste of blood. However, your whole body feels like this, pain and more pain...but you're already used to it.

They stand in front of you, right next to each other, Kickinchicken and Hoppy Hopscotch. You're still bent against the wall, legs against your chest and about to fall asleep. The blood-smeared face that makes you look like a murderer, the hoodie that is literally soaked in blood at the same time, and your hair that finds a place in front of your eyes to cover the emptiness that fills you.

Do you want to get up? No, not a bit. No matter how you look at the situation, they don't deserve your trust. You freed them, gave them life, and even saved them from the Minicritters with your ability. But Kickin beat you up in front of everyone and nobody tried to help you.

But...DogDay wanted to help you. She didn't look at your stitches like the rest, but into your face, deep into your eyes as if she saw something other than scum.

"DogDay needs your help, she's gotten injured. Will you help us?"

What did the Smilling Critters do without you? Have they encountered any other experiments? How much do they know?

You take your arms off your knees and stand up, slowly and surely. Pain runs through your whole body, and for a moment you want to give up, just sit here until you rot miserably. But DogDay... She needs your help.. . She needs you. And you need her.

You stand , somehow. You would love to let yourself fall straight back down, back to the ground, alone and without any hope , as it has always been. But you manage to stay on your feet, in this dark room among the figures of the Smilling Critters. Hoppy and Kickin look at each other briefly and start whispering:

"Hey, shouldn't we...maybe help him walk or-

"Better leave it, he certainly doesn't want any help from you"

With that, Hoppy turns and walks in the direction of the stairs. Kickin looks at you again, with pity in his eyes, after all, he did this to you. You notice that he is also wearing clothes now. A denim jacket and red pants that only go down to his knees, with his yellow puffy fur sticking out underneath. You pay no further attention and take a step forward, almost falling down. However, Kickin is already close behind Hoppy and they are already up the stairs.

Why don't they wait for me?

The stairs are unbelievably dirty and as you walk up, it's the only thing you pay attention to. And when you get to the top, it doesn't get any better. They're not waiting for you again and are already a few meters away from you on the meadow. The moment your foot hits the artificial grass of Playcare, Hoppy's left ear twitches, she's not even turned towards you, but she runs straight off with Kickin at her side. You hobble after her, concentrating less on your legs and more on where they are taking you .

They walk in front of you and do not turn back towards you.

I could...I could just...

You walk past a few tables with chairs, now walk on the stone floor and past a few bushes. Then you will see the stone stairs that will lead you to what appears to be your destination:

Home Sweet Home

Kickin and Hoppy stop at the door, turn back briefly and look at you. You've already made it all the way up the stairs and are waiting a few steps behind them at a table under an umbrella next to some small backpacks, afraid to get too close and risk anything. You turn back to the door, specifically to the power box that stood next to it with the large inscription "DANGER". You can hear them talking, not as quietly as in the room under the statues, but just as you manage to breathe a little more calmly you can make out what they are saying.

"But Bubba said-

"Just press!"

Kickin swings his arm through the air and presses something on the power box. Now it's silent, the cool air passing every exposed skin on your body as you just pray that the silence will be broken.

Beeeeep

The doors open with a bang, they fly so far backwards that they slam into the wall behind them. Hoppy and Kickin don't seem to care, while you flinch at the loud bang.

Hoppy immediately strides forward, while Kickin turns back to you once. You have already gone out from under the umbrella and are standing in front of the porch of the house. Your eyes are fixed on the yellow chicken in front of you, standing straight and wide in front of the door and smiling at you. He pulls one side of his lip up a little, showing his sharp teeth. He suddenly mumbles something to himself and immediately strides after Hoppy while you are still standing outside.

You may not have understood it correctly, but maybe it was the word " sorry "

And now you are entering Home Sweet Home.

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"How many do we have for this month?"

It was a dark office, far away from Playcare and the experiments being conducted on the lower floors. Slowly, the other person turns from the other side of the table to the scientist. Still holding a pager device, she barely seems to be listening to the scientist, but answers relatively quickly.

"3 of them. All from Playcare and physically completely healthy."

"Three? That's more than double as usual, what happened down there?"

"Didn't you hear?" With that, the tall woman appeared from the darkness behind the desk. She had long brown hair, wore a black suit, and the grin of the devil. "One of Sawyer's experiments seems to be something really special"

"Boy or girl?"

"A boy, small and physically and mentally weak"

"He's... something special ?"

The woman stands up, straightens up and looks down at the scientist. She doesn't look him in the eye, but rather at the left pocket of his lab coat. Something bulges, a small electronic device with a green display that shows all the important employees of Playtime Co Connected.

"Put the pager down, only if you want to know what makes it so special"

The message behind her statement was clear: What I tell you now is top secret, if you are intercepted on the pager, you are the next experiment.

At that moment, a thousand thoughts ran through the scientist's head.

Is this boy really that special? I'm one of the scientists here, why is everyone keeping it from us? Could it be... that this boy plays some big role that has something to do with Elliot Ludwig?

The scientist's eyes fall on the woman in front of him, she moves very slowly above him. She reaches into the pocket of her expensive jacket, which until now had been hanging over her luxurious office chair. Takes out a square shaped packet and opens it, the gold and red colors stood out in the dark office space and he wondered what she was doing. Until he heard a click.

"You know, I admire you William."

Puff.

"You really are one of the best scientists we have up here."

Puff.

"So listen carefully now and don't tell anyone else."

She suddenly holds the cigarette out to him, but he just shakes his head.

"Excuse me, I don't smoke."

"It's also better this way William, healthy people are always used first"

Is she threatening him? No, never, not in this situation.

"The boy's name is Y/N, and he's been experimented on for a while."

"By experimenting, you mean-

"He was cut into pieces, left without food for two months and" Now the corners of her mouth rise slowly, as if she is smiling into the depths of hell. "Has already been looked at, if you know what I mean."

William knew what she meant, it wouldn't be the first time one of the experiments had been considered sexual. There was already a case where two experiments were supposed to reproduce... ended in a mangled corpse and an experiment that was shot by Harley Sawyer himself.

When she speaks, it's hard to imagine that she'll be the one who goes missing next.

"And..." He hardly dared to ask. After all, any question, no matter how carefully he asked it, could lead to his death. Especially since this relationship here between him and the head of accounting is purely business , it's dangerous, and every word he says could make him the next person on a long blacklist. "What kind of Abilities does this...Y/N have?"

"Hm, only one thing has been discovered so far." She holds the cigarette in front of her mouth as if she's going to read him something that requires as much oxygen as possible in her lungs. "The Doctor calls it a Divine Gift, a bit of an exaggeration if you ask me."

The scientist, William, almost burst with curiosity. The " doctor " as they all call him, Harley Sawyer, had never spoken of an experiment in the way she was suggesting here. It was always just "We have to get as much profit out of them as possible" or "Never mind, as long as it breathes".

"He calls it Idle Transfiguration. Y/N Has, according to Sawyer, the ability to see other people's souls."

"The S-souls?"

"Exactly, the souls of people. That much is already clear, but Sawyer relies on the boy being able to do even more ." She pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, looks the scientist in the eye and continues . "He can not only see them William, he can change their shape"

Changing the shape of the soul? How is that supposed to work? Do we humans even have a soul? Has this been scientifically proven?

William's thoughts are a pile of letters strung together, nothing makes sense anymore.

"But that is exactly the great gift." With that, she had his attention again, like a small dog looking up at its master. "If you change the shape of the soul, then-

"Can it also change the body!"

William interrupted her just as she was about to say something important. He immediately became quiet, not because of the look she gave him, but because his brain was catching fire.

Such a discovery would prove the thesis that we humans have souls! And only one boy can do that! And the result of the ability to change the soul is the body! You could heal so many people with that...

"How... How did it come to this? What makes it different from the other test objects?" William got louder, more excited, he didn't understand. A boy, just a kid from Playcare, supposedly managed to reach such a level.

"What can I say? Some experiences are so big they change your DNA"

"This is a discovery that will change everything! The shape of the body is dependent on the shape of the soul so it can heal incurable diseases! He is a

"Angel?"

"YES! The boy has a gift that no one-

"Do you see that Willaim?"

She interrupted him in the middle of his astonishment at the seemingly supernatural powers this little child was displaying.

"W-What?...."

He forced his eyes towards her, she looked behind him in the direction of a window.

He looked out of the window, mentally completely absent due to the "Angel" experiment...Y/N.

"How strange it is to be anything at all, Right William?"

[The Snow has fallen once again]

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You were there, you, Hoppy and Kickin. Even though they were both still walking in front of you, you could see the room now. It was the common room of Home Sweet Home, where all the children slept and played. The wooden floor that squeaked with every step, the same blue mattresses on every bed and of course the beds that were in every combination.

You were still standing at the large open wooden door that separated the huge room from the many corridors.

The Smilling Critters were all in there and you were still standing here. Should you have gone straight in with Kickin and Hoppy? Should you just crawl back in now that you still have the chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a voice you were able to share with Bubba.

"It took you a long time"

You look into the room, carefully behind the edge of the door.

"Oh man no thing, he was where the phone said"

Telephone?

They all stand in a circle around a bed that was in the middle.

"So that means we can trust her completely now?"

"We were already able to do that before

"Don't start that again now!"

You move your head further into view, you want to see what they are doing and what they are even talking about.

Bubba was standing next to one of the beds, a notebook in his hand and his trunk in the air, facing Kickin and Hoppy. Crafty was sitting in the bed where he was standing, coloring madly on a page, her arms going from side to side. Bobby was standing next to Picky, leaning over this bed they were all around, with Picky just standing next to it, nibbling on an apple. Kickin and Hoppy were blocking your view of the tall person standing further from the bed in the center than anything else.

And then there was...DogDay

I thought...I thought she was...

You try to convince yourself otherwise, but the truth is obvious.

You lied to me.

Why?

WHY?

I've done everything I can to gain your trust... I just don't want to be alone anymore...

Your body moves automatically. You take deep breaths even when your broken ribs threaten to impale your lungs, even when it feels like the blood is dripping from your hoodie onto the floor and staining it red beneath you.

"Hoppy"

Eight heads turn to you at once, different eyes boring into your mind as you stand before them all. Looks of pity, fear and confusion hit you at the same time, but you don't care. The pain is unbearable, but you do your best not to fall over right now.

"Y-You" Your throat burns, you are thirsty, you are hungry and you have incredible pain. "you lied to me"

You stand in the darkness while all critters stand in the light of the Big Room.

All kinds of looks that just hit you turned into one: confusion. DogDay was healthy, no, she was healthier than anyone in this room. She stood tall, with a grin on her face and a wiggle in her tail. You stand just a few feet away from the group, you don't belong, not to this motley group. But when you blink, DogDay is suddenly in front of you.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" The Heavenly Voice of DogDay meets your wounded, literally deaf ears. She stands right beside you at your side as she puts an arm on your right hip, supporting you as you stand. "I'm sorry..."

You remember what happened outside... On the Playcare lawn. The beatings you got from Kickin, the pain... What you did to the minicritters afterwards.

And then there was... The one in the meadow with DogDay. When she was on top of you... You just can't forget that.

"I was... I was worried"

What, about me? If only you knew. I only survived every second alone in this hell because I thought of you...your grin...your kind...

You've gotten so caught up in your thoughts that you've already forgotten why you were here. You've even forgotten that Hoppy lied to you... Even the pain. DogDay really is a miracle, maybe she is the "angel" and not you.

You forgot that you were only a few steps away from the other critters. And then comes the whispering...

"Dude, do you think... Well, look at him"

"Kickin, stop talking, you beat him up"

"And what about Sophie?"

"Yes, that's why he's here now, isn't it?"

"And you kept it from him?"

"It was a Necessity lie, you should have seen him down there."

With that, the eyes went back to you and DogDay. You didn't move a meter away from Point, but you were still the only ones in the center of the room. But when the eyes saw you from close by...

"Holy shit... Is that blood?"

"He looks like a serial killer"

"Hoppy!"

"She's right!"

To be honest, the reactions were justified. You know how you look right now. It's as if you've bathed in blood, the hoodie is already sticking to your neck and it's getting incredibly uncomfortable.

"Hey Angel..." The voice that pulls you out of your thoughts is DogDay. Now that you see her standing right next to you, with one arm at your side, you see it. She was wearing clothes, a sweater in a bright orange, in the middle was a large sun and the rest of the area was a gradient that slowly turned yellow. She also wore pajama pants in a slightly darker shade than her sweater. "Do you want to clean yourself up first? There are showers here and-

"He shouldn't shower before he helps her-

"Kickin" It was Bubba who interrupted him now. With a slow sweep, your eyes go in his direction. Your heart almost drops when you see his clothes... a white lab coat. Your hands suddenly feel so sweaty, while the hair on the back of your neck stands up. You feel like you're in the Caverns, on the verge of collapse.

"It's all good...my angel" DogDay moved even closer than before. She stood right behind you and spoke down so that the air of her speaking reached the top of your ear easily. Your face becomes warm, much warmer and redder than it usually was. Not only that, your whole body suddenly feels so warm, was it because of DogDay? Was it one of those situations you once saw in those picture books at school?

Do you like DogDay this way?

"So... Shall we finally talk about the elephant in the room?" Kickin interrupts the silence, adjusts his denim jacket and sits down on one of the beds next to Bobby.

Does he mean Bubba?

"Can't you use another example Kickin?" Bubba throws into the big room, turns to you and puts the book in the right pocket of your coat. You've completely forgotten that you're still carrying your own pocket on your shoulder, but you can't feel your shoulder anyway.

"Y/N, you saved us from the "MiniCritters". That is a fact. But more importantly, how? You stretched out your arms to us and saved everyone, I was really interested in that, you know?"

I don't understand, what are you getting at?

"And then, when we were in that...kitchen," Bubba shifts her head to Picky as he paused to speak until she made a sound into an apple. With a quiet "Sorry" she slips it back into the back of her hand and looked at Bobby. "You've made yourself Taller, More Adult than you are right now at least"

He starts to walk slowly towards you.

The footsteps, the lab coat floating in the air...you panic. That's exactly how it was whenever one of the scientists came in to see you, they all walked so slowly and enjoyed the slow suffering. Will you ever be able to forget that?

"You can shape your body any way you like, that much I know. But can you also shape those of others?"

"I-I don't...know" You still haven't had a drink, and slowly taste the blood again. The stuttering is disturbing and makes your teeth tremble slightly. Bubba is now standing right in front of you and it scares you. The white coat, that look and the fact that he trusts you when you've never healed anyone before.

I just say I can't form anyone else - maybe then I'll get something to eat.

"Actually, that was a rhetorical question, we know that you can also form souls, and so the bodies of others."

"Wh-What?"

What did he just say? How does he know that?

"That's exactly why you're here, I... We want to get our argument out of the way and..." You're no longer listening, you're concentrating on something else. DogDay, who was standing behind you, has pressed herself against your back, the fabrics of your clothes rubbing against each other as you get warmer and warmer. You also realize that she is standing behind you like a shield, she was bigger and physically stronger... She will protect you.

"How we know, it doesn't matter for now, we need you, really" with that Bubba turns away from you and towards a bed in the middle of what is now completely empty. The other critters do various things while your eyes go from one to the other and finally land on the bed.

A person is lying there.

It's the woman you were hiding from in the wagon.

Your body automatically moves slowly forward, away from DogDay, who was pressed against your back, towards the woman on the bed. The squeaking of the wood, the looks of the critters as you take slow steps and the stomach wrenching feeling that gets worse and worse.

She is injured.

Blood on her clothes, blood flowing from her right shoulder onto her clothes...And a missing right hand. You're not looking at the looks, the purple t-shirt is more important right now...It had CatNap on it.

CatNap

Your eyes wander to her face. Her eyes are half open, her eyelashes only allowing you to see a little of the green pupils that are focused on you. Sweat runs down her pale face, starting from her forehead and making its way down to her dry lips, reflecting even the slightest light in the room. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily.

Where is her hand? What the hell happened here? Does she have a fever?  How does she know about my abilities? Who the hell is she? How did you know where I was?

Do you know what I have done?

But then you ask yourself:

Should I reshape her body according to her Soul?

"We know you can do this Y/N...Help us...Please"

Why should I? What have you brought me so far apart from suffering and misery?

I...I should never have freed you-

"Angel"

That's when you stop thinking. DogDay's voice was so warm, so sure... So perfect.

I'm sorry to think so DogDay

You are still looking at the woman in front of you... The employee of this horror who was dying. There was so much blood flowing from her severed wrist, she would surely die in a few hours. If you don't help.

You could do it. You would only have to touch her and shape her body like her soul. It was like a sixth sense, you can see the soul when you touch it, all the ones you've seen so far were different. They were all shaped like gemstones, when you touched a person the image was burned into your mind. It was as if there was a small table in front of you on which a sculpture was placed that you could shape and form as you wished.

The Shape of the Body will always depend on the Shape of the Soul

"Here"

Huh?

It wasn't DogDay standing next to you, it was Crafty. With her head facing the ground, she holds her arms out to you, her turquoise unicorn mane slowly moving out of the way of the horn. She had clothes on too. A much too big white hoodie and gray pajama pants. Your gaze goes to her arms, she holds out a leaf to you. A drawing. Of the woman when she apparently still had her hand.

The drawing was detailed, without colors, but with shading in the most important places. The hand was even circled in red, as if you didn't know which part of the body was missing. Your eyes see another circle, slightly smaller than the one on the missing hand, but still there. On the right shoulder, from which blood was flowing.

You don't accept the drawing, turn back to the woman and take another step closer. Now you look right down at her, your own pain already pushed to the back of your mind. Hers are more important.

You slowly take your hand from your side, let it glide slowly and safely through the air and place it on her right shoulder. A little of the flowing blood hits your dry and pale palm, but it doesn't matter right now.

You can see her, her soul.

It looks the same as all the others... except mine. Her soul has sharp edges and looks like an emerald, that's all you needed to know. Her hand was big before, just bigger than yours, without scars. You also concentrate on resetting the deep cut on her shoulder. Slowly, out of the corner of your eye, you see her hand forming again, where before there was only the severed bone. The skin splashes out as if it were water, slowly forming fingers and nails.

"Dude... He really heals her"

"...Incredible"

"I have to make a note of that"

"Can I paint this after?"

"Be quiet, he needs to concentrate"

"DogDay, it was a really good idea to bring him here"

"And he will also stay here with us-

"Well, I'm a tough chicken! Nobody has to heal me-

"The Shape of the Body... will always depend on the Shape of the Soul."

You feel the glances you and the woman on the bed exchange. Somehow it feels good...to do something good for once.

"Im not healing, instead im reinforcing the shape of her soul."

The bone tissue bonds flesh-like with the skin that comes out from under them.

"I can do that...Touch Souls and reshape them."

You were done with that. She now had a "new" hand. It fitted exactly on the spot that had apparently been cut off or starved off.

How she lost her hand is still unknown to you.

"And now?"

"Let's wait until she wakes up"

"Ah yes, that's right"

"Yo' Kickin, let's explore the area further"

"Of course-

"Tell me, what don't you understand about this situation?" Oh oh, it seems like Bubba is a bit angry. He walks up to Hoppy and Kickin, unlike them he is bigger and probably stronger.

"We're in a dangerous place here, do you understand?" Silence dominates the room. You take a few steps back for safety, you don't know Bubba and have no idea how far he would go to make his point. "This isn't Critter Valley anymore!"

He was loud. Bloody loud. You can't hear well right now, but every word you say goes through your skull and reflects back.

Right, they're not from here.

They don't even want to be here.

They want to return to their world of sunshine and rainbows.

I wonder how this sun would feel on my skin.

Is there perhaps room for someone like me?

"So Erm...you can go now"

What?

"Hoppy!"

"I meant to the showers, Bobby!"

oh

"Oh, ah sorry, I thought you meant it like...Well-

"Y/N"

"It would really be a great thing if you stayed here now." You turn abruptly to the right. It was Bubba. He's come closer to you, too close. "I apologize for the whole group, it'll be quicker. You'd really be a big help here, not just your Ability. Really, please join us."

You look around. Do they really want you there?

Hoppy and Kickin look away. Kickin puts his arms in front of his upper body, bares his teeth and holds up his beak. Hoppy just looks in his direction, but more at the ground. Bobby was standing a little further behind you, even though she had just said something, you barely noticed her. She was wearing clothes now too, but she stood out from the group. She was wearing a red dress, with the same color tone of her fur.  Your eyes continue to wander and meet a blue couple staring at you, Crafty. She is sitting in one of the many beds, just watching.

Bubba looks at you with hope, after all, he was still waiting for your answer. You're getting a little nervous, you've just reformed a soul in front of everyone and your brain is only now really processing it.

"y-yes"

"Great! So, if you want... Down the corridor and the second door on the left" He walked away from you, looked at the floor and sat down in a bed. He immediately pulls out his notebook and starts writing furiously in it. I wonder if he's writing about you?

Down the corridor... Wait a minute, what does he mean?

"Angel..." You almost jumped, you were so scared. But with these big, soft and warm orange paws on your shoulder, you don't need to be afraid. You suddenly feel so warm again, even though your body was so icy cold a moment ago.

Maybe this woman knows exactly what this is.

I should ask her later when she wakes up.

"Bubba means the showers, there are some here in this building" The thought of showering down here makes you sick. Where all the children used to sleep, eat and live. But when you think about the showers and DogDay at the same time... You suddenly get even more nervous than before.

Perhaps showering will clear your head. You also have broken ribs and several other wounds that you need to heal or rather reshape.

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Your hoodie sticks to your body because of the blood. Before taking it off, you put the bag in front of the door and take a look inside, and you're in luck. There's no food inside, but a small plastic bottle of water. You unscrew the lid and drink it down in one gulp, the clean water washes away the taste of blood and the worry and it feels good.

The shower room was large. White tiles and 8 showers, some even separated by quartz-colored walls.

It's time to heal your wounds.

You don't need to touch yourself, you have permanent access to your own soul. It looks different from all the ones you have seen before. It was a cuboid, quite small but with a special feature. The sides were incredibly smooth, like no other soul ever.

As you peel off the clothes, you also see your naked body again. Your stomach looks quite bony, not only because of the broken ribs, but because you have always been very thin.

You concentrate briefly and shape your ribs according to your soul. Thin bones retract from your stomach and form the twelve pairs of ribs that make up your ribcage.

You take off your dirty, bloody pants and stand on the white surface of the shower room. A gentle turn of the metal wheel leads directly to cool water flowing down your body.

You look down as the blood from your body goes onto the beautiful white streams and colors them. Even after a few seconds, as the blood is washed away and flows down the silver finish. Traces remain on the Before White Tiles, which are now slightly red in color.

Your arms can be found in your hair, which is now hanging down in front of your eyes. Your grayish-blue hair has already grown, you'll probably have to cut it off later.

I hope DogDay can help me with my hair.

DogDay. DogDay. DogDay.

You've been thinking about her the whole time. When you were still in the shared bedroom. Where you stood in the dark and all the critters stood in the light.

DogDay was the only one who came to you, the only one who wanted you there.

The previously stomach-wrenching feeling disappeared. However, it was not filled with emptiness as usual.

Your stomach became warm, so warm that you could hardly feel the cold water flowing down your body.

It felt like you had butterflies in your stomach, warmth and nervousness.

What is that feeling?

You start to grin, nervous and trembling. You've never had this feeling before and it was kind of weird, it didn't feel bad... On the contrary, you liked it.

At the same time, your gaze goes to the bag that was still outside. Your legs move there automatically. Even though you were still naked, you don't mind. The water splashes from your body onto the floor and you squat down in front of the bag. The fabric-like material felt strange on your fingers after the shower, but you ignore it.

Looking into the darkness, into the emptiness of the bag... you quickly realize something.

Where is the notebook?

Shit

What have I written in there?

You go back into the shower room. You grab a towel, which occasionally lies on one of the quartz-colored walls, and wrap the underside of your body with it. That's how the others always did it back then, so it'll be the right thing to do.

"Hey Y/N"

You almost dropped the towel, thank God the door was just closed. It was DogDay's voice, the wonderful, warm and tender voice that drives you away.

"We're all about to go to bed, it really has been a long day today."

"If you want...there's still a free bed next to me. The blanket is really fluffy and warm, you can sleep there...So only if you want to."

Sleeping in a bed. A warm, fluffy bed.

In addition to DogDay.

The feeling in my stomach is back, as if it had never been gone.

"I'll...be right there"

"Great! See you soon then!"

Not even a second passes-

"Oh yes, I almost forgot"

You were startled, DogDay was loud. Even behind the closed door, it sounded like she was in the same room as you.

"The woman you healed, Sophie. She's safe and sound, you can talk to her now... You've done really well."

Being praised by DogDay only makes the feeling in your stomach stronger. It just felt good, damn good.

But you haven't forgotten that you would have killed yourself a few hours ago.

You're more likely to think of something you've heard somewhere...

A scientist said it to you, you're pretty sure.

(“ You've got to keep on living, no matter what...please believe me when I say, that there'll come a time when you'll be glad that you're alive ”)

[unluckyhoneybee]

5 times with Lando Norris.

Four times Lando showed you he loved you and the one when he was actually brave enough to tell you. Fluff.

Notes: I swear a lot and I realized I swear when I write too.

Gif credits.

The first time: the one with the umbrella.

It was pouring down in the circuit. I was late so when my PR manager called me, I forgot the umbrella. When I arrived, all the other drivers were already there. We were needed for some photos and promotional stuff.

"Late, YN" I heard Lewis.

"As always" I laughed a bit.

"Nah. Don't worry. We have to wait for a few minutes."

Even though I was wearing my coat, the wind was cold and the rain didn't help either.

"Fucking freezing weather." I groaned trying to warm my hands.

I looked around to see if anyone had a spare umbrella, but the others were already paired under theirs.

Suddenly, I felt a shadow over me and the rain stopped falling. I looked up to see an orange umbrella. On my right, Lando was smiling and looking at me with bright eyes.

"You look cold" "It's fucking freezing, mate."

He laughed. And pushed me with his shoulder.

"Thank you, Lando." "No problem, YN. Anything for you. You got the pole. We can't risk you getting ill for the race"

I smiled and got a bit closer to him. I missed his cheeks blushing and the teasing glare Daniel gave him.

The second time: the one whe she lost the flight.

"No fucking way. Unbelievable." I looked at the paper in my hand and then at the screen.

"Hey, YN!"

I turned around and saw Lando walking in my direction. I smiled and waved at him.

"What are you doing here?" He said hugging me.

"Waiting for a plane." "And when does it leave?." "6am."

He checked his watch and looked into my eyes. "Tell me you came too soon for once." "I wish I could." "Oh, YN."

He was smiling, even though he was trying to look worried or disappointed.

"Yes. Oh YN." We looked at each other and laughed.

"You are a mess." "I am, yes. I can't believe how they let me drive an F1 car" "Me neither."

"I suppose you have nothing to do, so... How does a coffee sound?" "It sounds good"

We went for a coffee and while I was ordering it, I saw Lando talking on his phone. When I came back, he was smiling.

"Your girlfriend?" "I don't have one anymore. For a while actually."

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's Okey."

"Someone got your eye?"

"Nope." He answered quickly. Too quickly.

"I'm... I want to get my thoughts clear first."

"That's really good, Lando. Pretty mature."

"And you and..."

I shrugged. "As always. Distance is difficult... Anyway. Tell me. Who got you smiling like that?" I said touching his arm.

"I got a place for you on our flight" "What?" "We are also flying to London, so... You are coming with us. I don't want you to wait here on your own for hours."

"Oh, Lando." I covered my mouth. "Thank you very much, honey. I owe you one, really." "It's nothing, YN."

He was blushing and he looked cute. I wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss his whole face.

The third time: the one when they had a crash.

It was only a second. I moved one second too late. My car touched Lando's and I lost control. I was soon on the gravel and then against the wall. It was the scariest moment of my life. I could see anything around me, everything was moving in slow motion and my heart was beating hard in my chest. I could feel my whole body tensing and how the impact had shaken it.

"Fuck" I groaned.

"Are you okay?" I heard my engineer. "All good" "Leave the car if you can. If not, wait for the marshalls. and they will help you."

As I was trying to get out, I heard a voice over the loud sound of the cars passing.

"YN!"

I saw the McLaren driver running to my car. I had a killing pain in my side, so it was pretty difficult to get out.

"Are you okay?" He grabbed me by my waist and helped me hoping down. I hugged him. I was really scared. He grabbed me and gave me support. "You are safe. I'm so sorry"

An hour later I was sitting on my motorhome, sore and alone. My phone was on my lap. I talked to everyone from home. But not him. My boyfriend hadn't called to see if I was okay.

I heard a knock. "It's open!" I didn't have the energy to get up.

Lando came in. "Hey, how are you?" He had a small smile on his lips.

I pressed my lips on a thin line and shrugged.

"I have been better"

He sat down next to me and looked at me. Then, he grabbed my hand.

"Your manager told me about your side"

"Yes, my ribs are killing me. But at least they are not broken" "Oh, poor girl. Do you want me to bring you something? Food? A drink? A pillow? Painkillers?"

I looked at him feeling my cheeks getting warm. I would feel overwhelmed in another moment, with someone else. But with him It was different. I wanted to let him take care of me.

"I'm okay." I moved my finger over his palm.

He put a piece of my hair being my ear and touched my chin.

"It was scary, wasn't it?" He said softly. "It's always scary. But you are okay. And I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten so closed. I'm so sorry"

I grabbed his face and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you" "For what?" "For caring" "I care a lot about you. I got so worried. If anything happened to you..."

I laid my head on his shoulder and hugged his torso. It felt good to have someone worrying about you.

The fourth time: the one when she got her heart broken.

I knocked at the door.

"I'm coming! Wait a minute!"

I tried to clean my face, but the tears kept coming down my face.

The door opened.

"YN"

I sobbed and threw myself into his arms. He trapped me.

"YN, what is going on? Are you OK?" He sounded worried and scared.

Lando pulled me inside and closed the door.

"YN, babe. Talk to me" He said in a desperate tone.

I couldn't stop crying and my sobs made it difficult to breathe properly. He lift me from the floor and took me to the sofa, sitting on it with me on his lap. Then he hugged me tightly and rocked me a bit. As if I was a baby. He was trying to calm me down and it was working.

"It's okay, babe. Whatever happened to you... You are safe here. Okay?" He whispered against my hair.

I looked into his eyes and got more comfortable on his lap. My hands went to his chest.

"I didn't know where to go and we live close and... I know it's late but I didn't know what to do"

"Shh. Don't worry about that. I wasn't even sleeping." He took his hand to my face and dried my tears. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"He was with someone else when I got home" and I started crying again.

He cuddled me to his chest and let his head fall on mine. I could feel him tenser and breathe deeply.

"That asshole..."

"What have I done, Lando?"

"Nothing, YN. You are wonderful and... If he can't see that he is a fucking prick. Really. I fucking hate him for doing this to you. You deserve so much more."

I looked into his eyes. He was sincere. He always moved his eyebrows in a certain way.

"You are amazing and you will be better without him. You'll see. The... There is someone out there for you."

I smiled.

"Thank you, Lando"

I cuddled into him and hid on his neck. He always smelled so good.

"It's nothing, YN. I will always be there for you"

The fifth time: the one when Lando got courage.

I had won my first race and it still felt like a dream. Almost everyone was gone. But I needed to stay for a bit.

I was alone on the podium, where a couple of hours ago, Max and Charles had bathed me in champagne. I couldn't believe it was me on the highest step, the first place and winner of the Canadian GP.

"Hey"

I jumped when I heard that voice. I was so lost in my thought I didn't hear him coming. "What the fuck, Lando?! You almost kill me"

"It would have been a pity to kill such a talent" He was looking at me from a few meters.

I laughed.

"My team would have destroyed you, now that I can win races and all of that" I palmed the place next to me. "I offer you a seat on the first step"

"Oh wow. So generous." He sat next to me. "I have to say that you could have won in Belgium but you got ill" "Oh yes. Your umbrella and you couldn't save me from that flu." He laughed.

"I'm proud of you. You have dominated the whole race, Max and Charles had nothing to do"

I grabbed his hand, something I had gotten used to doing when I thanked him.

"Thank you, Lando." "It's nothing. You may be my favourite driver right now. The soon to be World Champion." I rolled my eyes.

We stayed in silence for a while. It felt good to be like this with him.

"YN?" He said in a low voice. "Can I tell you something?".

I looked at him. "Of course, you can."

He took a deep breath and look at our hands.

"I think I'm in love with you." He furrowed his eyebrows and I gasped surprised. "Well, no. I know it. I love you. I have done it for a while."

I couldn't move nor speak.

"Do you remember the French GP? You told me you liked my hoodie. I started feeling things there."

After France came Belgium, where he tried (without success) to save me from getting ill under the rain. Then he helped me get back home a few weeks later when I missed the plane. When we crashed in Spain, he spend the whole night with me because I was in so much pain and need help with almost everything. And only a few weeks ago he opened his house for me and let me stay in there for a couple of days when my ex cheated on me. He did all of that because he loved me.

"You care for me" I whispered.

"I do, a lot."

"And you love me."

He nodded without looking at me.

"I love you too. You made me love you, idiot. You had to be such a good friend, always there for me and made me fall in love with you"

He looked up into my eyes. I kissed him then.

"You love me?" He said when we broke apart.

"I love you"

"That's fucking fantastic" He hugged me and kissed my cheeks.

"Idiot" We laughed. "But hey, I'm glad it's you"

He looked quizzically.

"The one who was out there for me."

Thank you for reading it. I hope you enjoyed it.

I'm thinking about writing more of these with other drivers so tell me if you'd like it or want to request some.

[moxfirefly]

Hey dude! Loving the tmnt stories! 💚Could I request #8 with raph? "I can make you feel better than that pathetic toy" 😈

*wiggles eyebrows* oh boy

Yes, let’s get thiiiiiis

TW of sorts: Consentual vouyerism

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Night time would always be his favorite.

They are nocturnal creatures by demand. Walking around daylight just isn’t an option and for Raphael he doesn’t care. Longing for acceptance took a back seat a long time ago, around the time that you entered his life. All the acceptance he needed was right here, in the shape of you.

Schedules though? Well having a relationship with a human proved tricky in the sense of time structures and human necessities. You have a job, you need to sustain a living and well he beats people up for a living and has a curfew regardless of being in his mid twenties.

But the two of you have your ways. Tricky albeit but still always delightful and fun.

Which is why Raphael finds himself perched on the roof opposite your building, with a fantastic view of your window that led to the bed area. Good paying human job meant, good income and with that you had quite the luxury loft, with some very large windows.

Raph smirked, his phone showed him the time and around now as the sun fully set and the cover of darkness was on his side, he knew you would be home soon. Right on the nose you entered the apartment at 6:15pm.

He watched you dump you belongings by the door, kicking off your shoes before making your way to the kitchen area. Even from a distance his vision allowed him to make out little details he loved. You have a particular way of standing, switching your weight from hip to hip, a tendency to push away your hair with a sigh. In your most natural state, unbeknownst to his gaze you always looked beautiful.

The picture of perfection.

Your phone in your hand he saw you type something before leaving it on the kitchen counter and move towards the bathroom area (which to his dismay was much more private.)

In mear seconds his phone pins and alerts him to your message. It was your usual checking in, telling him that you were home and hoping in the shower. He types back nonetheless, all nonchalant with just the hint of cockiness you love. The sun soon disappears and Raph knows that the best parts are yet to come. You walk around in nothing but a towel, hair wet as well as skin. He swears he can smell you, just by memory that freshly washed scent of yours makes something beneath his stomach yearn.

You make a small stop by the counter to pick up the discarded phone, your smiling at his text never fails to make his ego swell. Bitting your bottom lip and answering to him as you walk towards the bed area he sees the sway in your hips, the jingle of your rear and a towel barely holding on.

Raph licks his dry lips, his phone pins again but he already knows what’s been said.

Now he can relax and enjoy himself.

You brush your wet hair, a few strands already beginning to dry. You grab a few of your basic routine essentials and start there first. Moisturizing your skin, which means dropping the towel.

And that you do. Unaware of green eyes following your every move. Each visible piece of flesh makes Raph’s soul burn, burn with a need. He watches the careful manner in which you care for your skin, touching here and there. The way you linger at his favorite spots, kneading and massaging those areas. He takes a deep breath, whe he sees you reach into the dresser and pull something out.

You make your way towards a chair close to the window, often times you’ve sat there to read but tonight, well you had other plans. It was thrilling, chalk it off to your adrenaline junkie ways but the thrill of sitting there and intimately touching yourself with nothing but skyscrapers and the night sky to accompany you always got you hotter. Mind wandering to Raphael which never seized to add even more heat, the image of his sculpted body and its roughness a turn on for you.

Once upon a time you had told him that while the two of you had been huddled together on the couch. Hands squeezing and groping various points of his body. He had been bewildered when you told him that he physically turned you on so much. For a mutant reptile that lived hidden beneath the streets it never felt like a possibility to find himself attractive. Yet here was a tiny human female praising his looks, his body and other areas he never thought he could put into the category of alluring.

In the now, Raph watches you from his spot on the ledge. The way your legs are spreading and the vibrator slowly making a trail towards your exposed womanhood. He felt that tightness, that need to drop down and release his errection from the confines of his shorts. He settled for running a hand over his clothed crotch. Each swipe making him churr and just to gut him further the toy disappeared inside of you. “Fuck, baby” He whispers to himself, eyes glued to your quivering body. “I got what ya need right here, this yer toy” He emphasizes with a grope to his tented shorts, no use in hiding it anymore.

He can see your lips moving, moans no less dripping with filth and hopefully intertwined with his name. A hand gropes at your breast before settling on you core, fingers toying with your swollen clit. Raph wants that image to play in his brain until he sees white. He craves to barge in right now but it’s not time yet, he needs to see your body shake and go rigid with release. Your hand speeds up, thrusting the toy as your other rubs at your sensitive nub. “That’s it baby, come on” He breaths hard, nostrils flaring and hand not seizing it’s rubbing on his rock hard cock hidden inside his shorts.

That familiar coil snaps inside of you, Raph’s name falling from your lips as you continue to fuck yourself through your climax. The toy does no justice to him, doesn’t hit the spots he can hit, doesn’t stretch you the way you’re used to by now. Shallow breaths and sweaty skin, just the way he likes it.

Speak of the devil, the phone rings.

Carefully you removed the toy and cast it aside to pick up the phone.

“I can make you feel better than that pathetic toy” Raph’s husky tone makes your toes curl. God, does he even comprehend the damage his voice can cause?

“How about instead of spying on me you get your big ass over here then” You bite your lip when he grunts, there’s shuffling on the other line and a sound of something heavy lands by the fire escape.

You watch him come into view, all imposing ‘6”6 of him. He grins at the display before him, he keeps the phone call going while he crouches to admire you. This was something the two of you had discussed before hand, that you were never opposed to Raph just keeping an eye on you...

That you actually liked being watched by him. The red banded brute had taken that to heart, he would be a liar if he didn’t say that he loved watching you do these types of things.

He opened the window, phone put away he got to his knees in front of you and without hesistation he dove in. Legs on his shoulders he holds you in place as his mouth works over your sensitive cunt. That skilled tongue of his made you whimper. The softness of your legs against either side of his head is one of Raph’s favorite sensations. Full on earmuffs, the tighter you squeeze the harder he felt his dick get.

It never fails to drive you nuts, to feel the air leave your body in one large in take as Raphael eats you out earnestly. Tongue flicking against your clit you caught green eyes glued to your every reaction, your hands fly to the back of his head and you push him against your folds. There’s no worry, you know he can hold his breath for a while and the pressure is exactly what you need to feel that rush hit you once more. “RA-AH!” Is all you can shout as you tremble and moan in your seat.

You feel like jelly, as if your limbs are foreign objects but you barely have to rest when Raph is standing again to his full height and gripping the back of your head. “C’mere baby girl” He growls as he shoves his shorts enough to free himself and pumps his cock vigorolously. “Open your pretty little mouth for me-fuuuuck” You lick your lips and open your mouth just as you’re told. Raph barely holds on, you’re his absolute fantasy come to life right now, sweaty and skin flushed, tits moving with every heave of your chest.

“Take it like the good girl you are-ahhh” He cums with a long grunt, each white rope hitting your open awaiting mouth while a few shots dribble down your chin towards your chest. He pumps his member till there isn’t anything left, the last of it dripping from his cock onto your thighs.

It’s a god damn mess and it’s beautiful. Raph admires your stained skin, bitting his lip when you lick the excess from your chin, scooping some of it from your chest. In your clean up you watch Raph undresses, gear and all discarded somewhere. You squeal excitedly when he lifts over his shoulder, hand smacking your rear.

“Now let’s make a mess in ya” He crosses towards the bed, ready to dunk you on it and start up this game again.

You happily oblige.

[write-orflight]

Settle Down: Prologue

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev -  Next

Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers) 

Rating: M

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: None, will be smut in eventual chapters

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for... A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

A.N: this is a bad bio but idk how else to put it. it’s a baby fic! I wouldn’t say this is enemies to lovers but they certainly don’t like each other at first so it kinda is. comment on this chap or message to be on the taglist. much love, Cia

                Prologue:  A Powerpoint, Really? 

If you had told 16 year old Y/N that she’d be working at the FBI, she would’ve called you batshit. 

Not only, did you not have any respect for authority or any inclination for rules in that matter, working for the FBI was never in the forefront of your mind. But when given the option of Jail or a full time job with benefits, it was fairly easy to make a choice. You remember the first day when you met your work partner and now best friend Penelope Garcia or specifically the day she caught you. 

You were waiting tables like you did every weekend to stay afloat. Today was unreasonably slow so you were just finding small things to do. That’s when she came in, an extremely brightly dressed woman, sat at the bar of the diner. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” You smile at the woman who looks up at you and smiles. 

“Yes, I’m looking for the Emerald City.” She says, smirking at you. Your face drops, you knew what she was talking about. 

When you started hacking it was only supposed to be a one time thing. You grew up poor, spent most of your life poor so when you saw your childhood home was set to be demolished to build a fancy new headquarters for Scotty Realins, an upcoming asshole tech CEO, without a cent going to your parents.  Something in you snapped. You had already been pretty decent at code and you flirted with a couple of guys in your STEM classes to learn how to hack so you would say you were pretty good at this point. So you hacked into the website and made sure all the Revenue for that day actually was wired to lower-income housing. At the end of the day, it was only a couple hundred thousand dollars but what was pennies to Scotty Realins changed some people's lives. 

So you started doing it more, to different companies under the pseudonym OZ. The money always went to different places that needed it whether it was paying the rent for a bunch of families or anonymous large donations to food banks or soup kitchens. You gained a bit of fame in the hacker community as a modern day Robin Hood. 

All good things come to an end though. And the end was standing in front of you in clunky, rainbow colored jewelry. 

“You don’t look like a cop.” you say, crossing your arms. 

“I’ll do you one better.” She says, pulling her FBI badge out, showing it to you briefly. You curse under your breath. “I’ve been following you for a while, OZ. Though I wasn’t expecting the man behind the curtain to be a woman. I will say, having my computers route back to a loop of “We’re not in Kansas anymore.” everytime I tried to track your IP was impressive. I couldn’t even be mad about it.” 

“Clearly not that impressive because you found me.” 

“Still took me longer than usual, which is saying a lot.” 

“This is a really long winded conversation if you’re just here to arrest me.” You say, taking off your apron. No use in keeping it on if you were going to be in handcuffs soon. 

“That’s because I’m not here to arrest you. I’m here to offer you a job, to work under me as a Tech Analyst in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” Penelope says. 

“And if I don’t want to?” 

“Then you’re going to want a lawyer and my very good handsome friend outside is going to arrest you. You’re smart and you have a chance to help people which is why you started hacking in the first place, right? Please don’t make me do that.” She looked at you pleadingly like she really cared and didn’t want you to go to prison. You didn’t say anything but something told you she’d been in the same boat as you before. 

“Hmmm…. I’m tired of waiting tables anyway.” 

So you uprooted your life and moved from Philadelphia to Quantico. Garcia took you under her wing and pretty soon the two of you functioned in her batcave like a well oiled machine. You could do without the constant gore that filled your screens but at the end of the day, you loved what you were doing and you wouldn’t change that for the world. 

The team was an added bonus, it was nice to have your own little found family. Garcia, of course, taking on the role as best friend mere days after your first meeting. You met Derek Morgan right after you agreed to take the job, he’d been there to arrest you and was very glad he wouldn’t have to do that. He told you often about how you reminded him of his sister and he regarded you in the role of younger sister from that day on. The next person you met had been Aaron Hotchner, your new boss. It took him a couple of weeks to warm up to you, you guessed he had a difficulty trusting new people and when he would call you guys for information he would always ask for Garcia instantly instead of you, not very trusting in your skills yet. Though that changed when you had been the one to track down the Unsub once. 

Rossi was easily won over when you told him about your Italian side of the family, specifically your grandmother who loved to cook and left you a lot of recipes. You and him often went back and forth in sharing dishes. Emily and JJ had also been easily won over with one bottle of tequila and a regrettable girls night. 

Then there was Dr. Spencer Reid.     

You had a lot of opinions on Dr. Reid, most of them weren’t good. It wasn’t like you hated him in fact, you’d consider him a friend but the two of you seemed to butt heads on well, everything. Both of you needing to be the smartest in the room and neither of you wanting to admit when you’re wrong will do that though. You still respected Spencer though, he was an extreme asset to the team and he was your best friend’s other best friend so you couldn’t really hate the guy. 

You also didn’t have to like him. 

So you had a good job, good friends, a nice house to live in. You were finally happy, content even. So why did it feel like something was missing? 

The something missing came in a stroller pushed by JJ the next week. 

The last case had been rough. Really rough. So while the team was on their way back you and Garcia hatched a plan for JJ to come visit from maternity leave and surprise everyone with the baby. While you guys were waiting for them to land, Garcia wanted to show JJ something she had gotten her godson so JJ asked if you could watch him and feed him until she got back, which you obviously agreed to. As you were feeding the child his bottle, and his ravioli sized fist wrapped around your finger you realized what had been missing. 

Fuck, you wanted a kid. 

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You told Garcia first, it slipped when she noticed how off you were being. You wanted to have a kid bad now and you knew you didn’t want to wait. Penny tried to convince you that you’d “find the right person” but let’s face it, with this job, long term relationships were few and far inbetween. Plus you didn’t need a man, you had a good job and insurance, you knew you could provide a child with a life full of love it deserved. So you made an appointment at a fertility clinic. As the doctor was talking to you about your options, you felt yourself feeling more and more down about your decision and that only increased as you looked in the book of sperm donors in front of you. You looked at too many serial killers daily that it made you uneasy, carrying a stranger's baby. Maybe Garcia was right and your best bet was to wait for ‘the right guy.’ Even though you really didn’t want to. 

You walked into work later, a little sullen. Heading immediately towards the coffee machine. Penelope, who had been at Derek’s desk, makes a beeline towards you.  

“So how’d it go?” She says, smiling. “Did you make an appointment to be baby-fied?” 

You sigh. “I couldn’t do it, Pen.” You say, frowning. “I just-- We see so much here that I don’t want to accidentally end up with a sociopath’s baby because I couldn’t wait.” 

“But you don’t want to wait, do you?” She says softly, empathizing with you. 

“No, I don’t.” You sigh again, finishing making your cup before walking back out into the bullpen. JJ had brought Henry again for the others to see on the slow paperwork day. You tried not to look bitter but it was like she was flaunting the one thing you couldn’t have, even if it was unintentional. You watched as she handed the baby to Spencer, who instantly smiled and made faces at the laughing baby. 

“Spencer is actually a surprisingly good godfather.” Garcia says, smiling at the exchange in front of you. “Kinda makes you wonder what he’d be like with his own baby geniuses.” She says before walking over to the group and scooping her godson out of Spencer’s arms, Spencer still held on to his fist with his pinky, smiling down at the child. 

“Yea…” You say, to no one in particular. 

You had an idea. A probably bad one. 

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You were sitting in the coffee shop, nervously fiddling on your laptop while waiting for Spencer. You were surprised he even agreed to meet with you for coffee though you were sure he was just doing it out of curiosity because you told him you had something important to talk about. You weren’t even sure if you were going about this the right way. Hey Spencer, I know we’re not even friends but how would you feel about fathering my child? God, this was going to be terrible. 

You looked up when you heard the tell-tale bell on the door indicating someone walking in. Spencer gave you a small wave before going to the counter to get a coffee. You took that time to nervously sip yours. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, it was now or never. 

“Hey.” Spencer says, when he finally gets to the table, coffee in hand. “Why are you all the way in the corner?” 

“This isn’t really a conversation I want overheard.” 

Spencer tilts his head confused at that. “So what is the conversation we’re supposed to be having. I asked Garcia but she seemed to also have no idea.” 

“Yea, I didn’t tell her on account of this maybe going extremely bad.” You say, before sighing and turning your laptop around so Spencer could see the Powerpoint screen you have on it. When he reads it,  he chokes on his coffee.

“A Powerpoint, really?” He chokes, still coughing around the coffee. “Y/N, what is this?” 

“This is Reasons Why You Should Make a Baby With me.” 

“Yea, I got that from the title, Y/N.” He says, still shocked. “Is this a joke?!” 

“I wish it was, Reid.”

“Can I at least ask why you thought a Powerpoint was the best way to ask?”   

“Because I felt you’d be more inclined to consider it if you knew I spent time on a presentation.” 

“That’s true.” He leans back, taking a sip of his coffee, gesturing for you to continue. You hit the next slide. 

“Ok, reason number one is we both want kids.” You say, looking at him. “Garcia told me the other day that you were talking about how much you wanted a kid and I also want a kid.”  

“I did tell Garcia that.” He muses. 

“Reason two, an offspring between us would probably result in another genius. As you know, you are smart.” 

“Yes.” 

“And I am smarter.” You say, Spencer opens his mouth to protest but you keep talking. “A child between us could probably be the next Einstein.” 

Spencer nods and you continue. “Reason three, I’d be a great mom.” 

“That’s a debatable fact.” 

“No, it’s not. You’ve seen me around kids, have I ever given an inclination that I wouldn’t be?” You ask, he shakes his head. ��Plus, I happen to think you’d be a great father. Which brings me to Reason 4.” You say clicking through the next slide. “If you don’t want to be involved in raising that’s fine. I’m perfectly fine raising the child myself an--” 

“What?! No!” Spencer says, sitting up. “If I do agree to have this baby, which I’m not completely doing yet. I want to be involved, I want them to know I’m their father and that I didn’t abandon them because I know what that’s like.” He says, seriously. You nod, already knowing this about Spencer. 

“Reason 5: I’d be the perfect platonic co-parent, I won’t ask you for anything unless it’s pertaining to the child and if you decide that later down the road you want your own family, I’d be supportive and help you along the way.”

Spencer nods. “We’re never home enough for a baby.” 

“That’s where you’re wrong because I’ll be here. I mainly stay here anyway and if there’s ever a case where you need a tech analyst to fly out, Garcia’s already agreed to have it already be her when I floated the baby idea around last month.”  

Spencer hummed, silent for a second. “You really want a kid, huh?” 

“Yes.” You say. 

“So much so you’re asking me?” Spencer says, matter-of-factly. “A Coworker you barely speak to?”

Well, when he says it like that. 

“Yes. I’m asking because while we don’t get along the best you are still one of the most compassionate, understanding men I know. And I know that if I have to raise this kid with somebody, you would love them just as much as I would.” You say, Spencer nods at that. “So, please?” 

Spencer sighs. “When’s your next appointment? At the fertility clinic?” 

You didn’t even want to ask how he knew about that. “Next tuesday.” 

He nods. “I’m going with you.” He says, standing, pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder. “This isn’t a yes.” 

“It’s not a no, either.” You point out. 

“No, it’s not.” He says, leaving you behind in the coffee shop with a huge grin on your face.

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date? — l. minho

synopsis: you haven’t been on a date for months and your godsent rommate decides to take you out.

content/genre: roommate!minho x reader, based off of joey and rachel in friends s8xe12 bcs im still bitter that they never ended up with each other. purely fluff !!

warning(s): um, me being lame. other than that, none. unproof read. hehe

wc: 1.7k

note: there’s going to part 2 and maybe full length fic after part two. this is fully self indulgent bcs,,, come on, who doesn’t want a joey tribbiani?

and they were friends. m.list — next.

minho looks at you with wide eyes, blinking a few times with amusement on his face. “wow, you surely planned my date, huh.” minho teases as you close your hands together, shyly looking at him. minho thinks about it—it’s actually not that bad. he could take his date out, go to that diner that you were saying and dance with them since just like you said, the diner has a dance floor, a vintage themed one. it sounds a bit more you but he loves it.

“it’s been months since i went out on a date.” you said as you looked at your roommate with a smile. when minho asks why, you sigh, “i’ve got college, if i don’t have college, i have my extracurricular stuff and if i don’t extracurricular stuff, i’m on my bed too tired to do anything. it’s just.. i’ve been so busy, i don’t have time for it.”

“ever since..” minho trails off and you shake your head. hyunjin, minho’s best friend is your ex-boyfriend. whe you found out they were best friends, you thought you wouldn’t have a nice relationship with minho but no, this angel right beside you never let you felt like he was siding with hyunjin. minho doesn’t care, he wants to be able to talk to his roommate about everything.

“you’ve caught me couple of times with a date after that.” you remind and minho nods.

“you know what? what don’t i take you out?”

you laugh at what minho says, looking at him but he only stares at you with his eyebrow raised. “oh, you’re serious?” you ask and minho nods. “no, minho, you don’t have to. plus, i have a lot to do later.”

“like what? didn’t you finish everything this morning?” minho asks.

“how’d you know i finished everything earlier?” you asked.

“i go through your journal to know your schedule.” minho says and you look at him with wide eyes. “i don’t read your brain dump stuff. i accidentally did one time and when i realized it was private, i moved on.”

you have to admit, minho was sweet about that.

“but don’t you have a date tonight?” you ask and minho shakes his head.

“that’s not until tomorrow.” minho informs and you nod. “so, date?”

“i don’t know, min.” you shrug and minho smiles at you in a teasing way.

“we’ll go dancing.” minho says and you laugh, pushing his face back gently.

“alright, fine. we’ll go.” you said and minho smiles. you don’t know why, but you are excited about it. you sigh, smiling as you get back to your book.

“minho! could you get that?” you ask from your room as your hear knocking on the apartment, but minho doesn’t answer and a second wave of knocking comes. you come out of your room, fully dressed up for your date with minho as you walk up to the door, opening it to see none other then your roommate with a smile on his face. he winks at you and you chuckle. “i thought you were in your room.”

minho pulls his hand from behind holding a small boquet of your favorite flowers. “hey! my favorite! aw, thank you, minho.” you said as you took it, smelling it and taking it inside to put it on a vase.

“nice place you got here.” minho plays as he steps inside the apartment to which you laugh. “hey, three cats! nice, didn’t know you love cats.”

“well, they’re actually my roommate’s.” you answer, playing along with a smile as you place the vase nicely beside the sink.

“oh, really?” minho nods, approving of your so called roommate—so basically, he’s approving of himself. “i would like to meet him sometime.”

you hum in agreement, “but i have to warn you. he is very protective of me. so, you should watch yourself.” you say as you walk towards your room to get your coat.

minho lets out hum, smiling. “ah, so, this roommate of yours who is very nice considering he has three cats—is he good looking?” minho asks, wiggling his eyebrows as you close the door of your room.

“oh, yes, he is! one of a kind beauty.” you answered as you put your coat on. “but odd enough, even though he’s one of the prettiest face i’ve ever seen walk on this planet, his cats love me more than him.”

“hey! hey! hey!” minho protests, scowling as he looks at you. “they don’t. why are yout rying to ruin this?”

you laugh, looping your arm around his as you both exit your apartment. when you both got into diner which was more formal than minho expected (really perfect for dating like the old times), you both sat on a booth as the waiter got your orders.

“hey, by the way, changbin stopped by earlier to—”

“hey, what are you doing?” minho laughs lightly. “this a date, okay? two people getting to know each other. no roommate stuff, hm?”

“hm,” you hum with a smile. “okay, so, tell me! what is lee minho like on a date?”

“what do you mean?” minho asks.

“like, does he have a signature move?” you explain, smiling. “i mean, we both know you’re very flirty and all, but what is lee minho like on a date? come on, tell me.”

minho smiles, “alright,” he mumbles, “i always make sure my date would have a drink or eat that would leave a stain on their lip.”

“why?” you ask as some of your orders were placed on your table. minho’s eyes lighten up as he sees the cake he ordered. he pushes the creamy cake towards you and smiles.

“wanna try some?” minho offers and you shrug, taking a fork to have a bite of the cake. then just like minho planned, it left some of the crumbs on the corners of your mouth. when minho sees you reaching out for tissues, he beats you to it, saying, “i’ll get that for you.” minho smiles as he dabs the tissue on the corner of your mouth, slowly until his hand was placed on your cheek, thumb rubbing circles on your skin. you look back into his eyes, getting lost in the galaxies of his eyes as he stared into your soul, making you lean in—

“hey!” you exclaimed, snapping out of your trance as you remembered that you asked minho’s move. minho giggles, winking at you as you laugh. “nice. just your style, actions over words.”

“how about you?” minho asks and you hum, smiling.

“so, what’s your major again?” you ask and minho raises an eyebrow, making you gesture with your hand for him to just answer.

“computer science.”

“what?” you ask, leaning in closer.

“computer science.”

“again.” you say, leaning closer as you rest your hand on minho’s thigh and he sighs.

“y/n, i’m your roommate, you know my—” minho cuts himself off as you tilt your head towards him. minho stares into your eyes, a bit taken back when your eyes land on minho’s lips.

“okay, that’s—” minho laughs as he pulls away and you grin at him, laughing lightly. “nice, y/n. nice.” you shrug, laughing. the night went on and just like minho promised, he danced with you on the space given as he requested a slow song. minho rests his jaw against the side of your head with his arm wrapped around you and the other hand holding yours against his chest. minho frowns, feeling tingly as he hold you close against him.

“you know,” minho begins as he closes the door of the apartment behind him. “this is the best date i’ve ever had.” minho confesses with a grin on his face. you look at him, removing your coat.

“me, too.” you said with a pout but a smille still comes on your face. “thank you so much for doing this. you really didn’t have to, min.” 

minho chuckles, removing his own coat. “so, does y/l/n y/n have any final moves at the end of the night?” minho asks as he hangs his coat on the rack.

“you first.” you smile.

“i really don’t.” minho says, shrugging. “i just look them deep in the eyes, cup their cheeks and go in for a slow kiss. and then i pull away, smile wide and drag my hands down their arms until i reach their hands, grab them, lift it up to my lips and kiss their knuckles.”

you smile softly. “that’s actually sweet.” minho gestures to you, silently saying it’s your turn. “okay,” you mumble, walking towards him as you hold his hands in each of yours. “you know that thing you asked me about this one time when i had a date and i told you that i just like playing with their fingers?”

“yeah,”

“well,” you start by lifting your hands that grab minho’s as you face your palms up, minho’s hands on top of yours as you slowly pull your hands away but your fingers gently playing with his as you twist your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “i play with their hands for a bit.” you explain. “and then, i slide my hands up to their arms until it stops by their shoulders—ooh, look what you just did?” you ask and minho looks at his arms that he might have unconsciously wrapped them around your middle. “and then i place my hands on their jaws, caress their face for a bit with my thumb. then put my hands on their hair, playing with it,” you say, taking it in action. “and that’s when i kiss them.”

you smile, looking up into minho’s eyes to see them staring right back at you.

a sigh leaves your lips, slowly pulling away. “i know, it doesn’t seem like—”

“no, no, no, it would work.” minho says, chuckling lightly. you grin, opening your arms for him as he embraces you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“thank you so much.” you say as you rock both of you side by side. “i had so much fun.” you giggle and you pull away, kissing his cheek. “good night, honey.”

“good night.” minho smiles as you fully pull away, arm extending as you walk away, slowly letting go of minho’s hand. minho watches you as you enter your room, frowning as he put his hand over his heart as if trying to calm his heart down from the interaction he had with you. why the hell was he feeling so happy and tingly? why is his heart beating so fast?

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[writingtoforgetreality]

Guarding Your Heart (Helmut Zemo x Reader)

Request: THE ENDING WAS PURRRRRFECT i'm gonna miss tfatws sm. I don't know if on the raft they allow inmates to be visited but let's imagine it: you visiting zemo for the first time since he was sent there, a little angst cuz you can't have skin-to-skin contact anymore but you two talk about some things and how life is going, if everything is okay 🥺🥺🥺 (by anonymous), [Marvel-Masterlist]

Summary: Inmate: Helmut Zemo. Accommodation: The Raft. Visitors: Generally prohibited. Exceptions: Maintaining a friendly relationship with an Avenger.

Words: 3,547

Warnings: angst, jail (is that a warning?), fluff, feels, my emotions, I didn’t use any pronouns!, TFATWS spoilers, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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Countless attempts from your side had been ignored. You were an average citizen. No superpower, no higher-up. Ordinary. It appeared that the Raft did not think highly of such people. Not when they proposed to visit an inmate. And definitely not when said inmate was the same Baron who broke out of a high security jail in Germany. But he was yours. His imprisonment in Europe had not been as restricted. For his sake, you had moved to the other end of the world. Simply so you could spend a bit of time together every day. Your old life had been completely abandoned. And for almost ten years, Germany had been your home. Until Sam & Bucky entered your lives once again. Though you started off on the wrong foot, this time around, you were more than grateful for their presence. Without them, especially without the former Winter Soldier, Helmut would still rot away in that tiny prison cell. Your time together had been adventurous. Often hazardous. Life threatening. In the end, you made it out alive. Coming back stronger than ever before.

It could have been a fairy tale. A long awaited fulfillment of a seemingly impossible dream. Were it not for the Wakandans crushing your reverie at the worst place imaginable. The Sokovian memorial. Where you held one of his clothed hands in both of yours. Shedding tears, remembering his old life. His wife. His son. You would never replace them. At the same time, you did not even intend to. His past was part of him & made him to the man you loved endlessly. Bucky did not receive your blame. Were you mad at him for handing Helmut over to the Wakandans? Absolutely. Then again, the super soldier was the reason why he was out of jail in the first place. It was a fine line between resentment & gratitude.

Luckily, throughout the various missions you had been a part of, you gained Sam’s trust. He took a liking in you & when he saw you struggling, he was eager to help. Obviously, the Raft yielded when the Captain America himself transmitted an inquiry. Only a few hours passed & you were on your way to Helmut’s current accommodation. A small jet that had been arranged just for you. In this instant, you did not feel average anymore. For a second, you experienced what it would feel like to live this kind of lifestyle. The one of a Baron. Why you were still unfamiliar with that even though your boyfriend was rich? Truthfully, you did not touch his money at all. It was his & when he did not have access to it while imprisoned, you did not dare using it either. Loyalty. Of course Zemo suggested utilization for you but you declined politely. After reasoning enough, he swore he fell even harder for you. The staunchness of you was remarkable.

It was bizarre. Entering the Raft with multiple workers circling you. You were told that these were the security measures that had to be met if someone wanted to visit an inmate. To you, it sounded like a poor excuse but you would not speak that thought out loud. Prisoners needed social contact. Physical contact could not be provided, that much you understood. But one would go insane without having the opportunity to see another human being that was not a guard working here.

Your body was a mess. Heart hammering at your chest with such a force, you believed it would burst any second. Irregular breaths left your lips. Trembling hands fiddled with each other in order to prevent others from noticing. Weak knees that threatened to no longer stabilize your body weight with each step you took forward. To bystanders, you probably appeared as a put-together person. On the inside, there was chaos. Nothing but chaos. How would you react? How would he react? Would you have privacy? An audience? Observers? Innumerable questions flooded your mind. Seemingly, having only one purpose. To drown you. To drown every bit of you. But you would not succumb that easily. You were so close to where you wanted to be. The fight could not end now. Disappointment would cloud you. More importantly, it would cloud him.

Four guards. It took four guards to guide you through the facility. To your surprise, the insides radiated a calm, almost content atmosphere. The walk lasted an eternity. At least, that was what it felt like. Your Helmut occupied a cell at the very end of the building. No explanation had been given to you as to why they decided to accommodate him there. Maybe, with Sam’s assistance, you could change his quarters & move it further up to the entrance. That way, if you visited again, you would not have to waltz through every narrow hallway. Listening to the whimpers of some inmates. The screams. The bashing. The…pain. There was only one person here who you were familiar with. Helmut. The others? You had no idea what crimes they implemented to end up at a place as dark as this.

“He’s at the end of that corridor.” one of the guards motioned for the others to leave you alone. His hand gestured to a tall white door that had a small built-in window. Your sight was obstructed by the frosted glass of it.

“Will you join me?” you questioned, wanting to prepare for it if he had to accompany you.

“Generally, yes.” he breathed out, putting his hands in the pockets of his uniform. Then, he sighed quietly & eyed you once more. “But since it was requested you speak to him alone, I’ll leave you be.”

“Whose request was that?” your eyebrows furrowed. The Raft was not an institution for exceptions. At first, the mere thought of getting to see Helmut again was an impossibility.

“Captain America’s.” he stated monotonously. The way his face scrunched up made it obvious that he was less than pleased about this decision. As soon as you were out of here, you had to call Sam & thank him for making this feasible.

“Oh.” it was all you could muster at the moment. There was an overwhelming feeling you had to handle. And it was not exactly one of your specialties.

“The door is unlocked. Walk down the hallway & the cell will come into view. If something happens, there’s an emergency button that should be operated whe-“ you stopped him during his speech.

“Thanks for your concern but I’ll be just fine.” a genuine smile formed on your face. The guard nodded at you, still slightly uncertain, & turned around without another word. Letting the uncomfortable silence envelop you. Your legs were frozen in place, preventing you from running to him. Maybe it was the thought of having to say goodbye again. As wonderful as it was that you were allowed to visit him, the concept of abandoning him broke your heart. The difference between the jail in Germany & this one was that you could not linger close by. The trip lasted for a while. Daily visitations were out of the question.

Slow but steady steps moved you over to the door. A hand raised to the doorknob. The coldness of it grounded you the slightest bit. You had to take a few deep breaths, just like he had instructed you multiple times before, in order to reduce the fast, almost unhealthy pace of your beating heart. Your hand twisted the doorknob to one side & when you heard the lock click, you pushed the door open with your entire body weight. Otherwise, you would have been too weak to do so. Bright lights had you squint your eyes. A hand was used as a shield to block most of the luminosity. When your eyes adjusted to the different setting, you straightened your back & brushed non-existent dust from your clothes. This motion gave you something to do with your hands. It was a much needed distraction. You held your head high, looking straight forward to the very end of the corridor. At the sides, the walls were painted bright white. Almost too bright for your liking. It resembled a hospital & you had never enjoyed them. The consistency of it was broken with the glass wall you were staring at. The one which was straight ahead. His cell, you figured. But there was no silhouette you could make out. Considering the size, you should have noticed him already. But he was not there. So you no longer moved in slow motion but jogged over to the pane.

Fast footsteps echoed in Helmut’s ears. Time was fluid in a jail like that. But it had not been long since a guard brought him breakfast. Whoever visited him now, it seemed to be urgent on the basis of the fast pace they approached. He scooted closer to the frigid wall behind his bed. Something he did to mess with the employees here. At least it gave him something to do. Besides reading tons of books & listening to the radio that had been prepared for him. That was luxurious enough for an inmate. All of a sudden, it was silent. Too quiet for his liking. The next thing he heard was music to his ears.

“Helmut?” your broken voice whispered & filled the room. Was he turning hallucinational? Nobody would blame him in a place like this. But not even his imagination could recall your softness so perfectly. He stood up, carefully, & widened his eyes at the sight of you. There you were, on the other side of the transparent wall. Separating the outside world from the box he found himself in.

“(Y/N)? You’re here.” no time was wasted. Helmut dragged his body as close to yours as his cell allowed him to. One of his hands touched the smooth surface & you mimicked his actions. There were tears threatening to escape but you tried everything to keep them locked inside. “Don’t cry.” the volume of his voice had lowered. Nobody could listen to you in here but it almost felt illicit to talk at a normal volume.

“I’m sorry.” you chuckled shortly, your free hand coming to your face to wipe at your cheeks. How he wanted to be the one to touch your tender skin. To have you lean into his palm.

“What are you sorry for?” the proximity was given yet unattainable. Your gaze averted, staring at the pavement floor.

“I don’t know…For everything?” you shrugged your shoulders, laughing at how incomprehensible you sounded. Helmut shook his head. That was how he knew you. Always being the one to carry everyone’s burden on your own. Though you did not need to.

“Stop that.” it was an order but not a forceful one. One that eased the tension immediately.

“Okay.” you mouthed.

The floor was everything but comfortable but you made do. Sitting cross legged opposite of Helmut was dreamlike. In your dreams, you had skin-to-skin contact but that delight had been denied. Simply having him next to you was enough for now. Helmut had his elbows on his knees, watching your every move. Reminiscing every small detail he could get a glimpse of. But there was nothing new he came across. He remembered you like the back of his hand. Sometimes even more precisely than you did yourself. And yet, his observation resembled the first time when his warm, chocolate brown eyes fell onto your frame. Usually, you handled his stares well but something inside of you told you to inquire.

“What?” you asked with a playful, teasing tone. His eyes locked onto yours. You giggled at his confused state.

“Is there a problem?” Helmut turned insecure for a second. And people who knew him were aware that he was barely ever uncertain.

“No, not at all.” you shook your head to emphasize your words. “Just…you’re staring.” you called him out. It made him laugh, his head falling back briefly.

“Is it forbidden to stare?” one of his eyebrows perked up. “I believe most people are flattered by the attention.” though he played the serious act quite well, you could tell that he was joking.

“You’re awful.” you laughed at his antics.

“I am aware.” he saw you opening your mouth to disagree with him but Helmut was faster. “(Y/N)?”

“What is it?” you rested your intertwined hands in your lap. But he had noticed the trembles. He had noticed you struggling. And he realized that it was because of the position you were currently in.

“How is it like? Outside, I mean.” he skillfully changed the topic before the atmosphere between you two could shift in a negative way.

“You have a radio.” your finger pointed to the one sitting on a small table inside the cell right next to a stack of read-through books. “I’m sure you have an idea of what it’s like.”

“But I would love to hear it from you.” there was an encouraging smile on his lips that you could not resist, no matter what.

“Well, Karli’s dead. Sharon took care of her.” you began & watched him nodding approvingly. “Bucky finished his amends & it really looks like he’s doing much better. He’s taking baby steps but he’s doing well.” you could not suppress the small smile when you spoke about the super soldier. Helmut was not jealous. Bucky & you had become fast friends over time.

“Could you deliver a message from me?” he continued after a hum from you. “Tell James that I am happy for him. And thank him from me.” that warmed your heart. All of the previous disputes aside, they had started tolerating each other. You would not go as far as calling them friends but what was not could still be.

“I will.” you promised with certainty. “Right, um…Sam is Captain America. This job is made for him. I truly believe, with him, we’ll achieve great things.” you quieted down, not exactly knowing how to continue.

“So you established Sam’s & James’ success. But what about you?” he read you too easily. No other person saw through you like he did. That affirmed the close bond you two shared even further.

“What about me?” a phony dumfounded expression was plastered on your face.

“How have you been doing?” it was a question with so much emotion & care hidden beneath, it brought tears to the corners of your eyes instantly. Your attempts to blink them away were gratuitous. They started rolling down over your cheeks. So fast, in fact, you could not even wipe them away with your sleeves in time. Helmut’s heart broke at this sight of you. It was clear as day that you experienced a rough patch. The cause of it was him being imprisoned, that much he knew. “Talk to me.” he whispered & cursed the guards for not granting his partner access inside his cell. But they thought he would plan another escape. At the same time, they were unaware that he would not take the risk to jeopardize your safety with a second try.

“It’s…” you took a deep breath to steady your voice & avoid the wavering & cracking. “It’s been hard.” you admitted quietly. “Without you.” you finished. Your eyes flickered up to his face. His look brought you the tiniest bit of contentment. The way his body language could comfort you in such a way was prodigious.

“Love.” the nickname gained your entire attention. It was like all of your worries melted away by the simple sound of it rolling from his lips. The tears did not stop but they were mixed with happiness now. Gratitude that you shared this moment with him. You were here. Helmut was here. Similar to how it used to be. Yet, entirely different. “Please look at me when I tell you this.” & you obeyed without a second thought. “You are my world. If I could change this situation, trust me that I would instantly. I understand your struggles. And I abominate that I cannot dispose of your demons. Or make them part of my own. Your pain causes me aching ten times worse. It is painful seeing you like this. My love, you must promise me one thing.” it was hard for him to get through this speech without his voice fading at the emotions he was experiencing. But he had to stay strong for you. It would only cause you more distress if you noticed him showing how affected he truly was.

“Anything, Helmut.” your reply followed straight after. If he asked you for something, you would do your very best to make him proud of you.

“Promise me to take care of yourself. I would hate to watch you disappear because of me.” the sincerity assured you how important it was to him.

“Helmut, I don’t think I coul-“ he shushed you when he spotted what you were intending to do.

“Promise me, my love.” he repeated & you closed your eyes briefly, releasing another wave of tears.

“I promise.” your eyelids slowly opened & you could detect the relief in his at your words.

“How did you persuade them into visiting an inmate?” the atmosphere had shifted to a relaxing feel once again. And his attempt to start another conversation was welcomed.

“I didn’t do anything. Though I’ve tried multiple times…Sam came to my aid.” you chuckled at the memory & the excitement you emitted after his call. The news had been the best in a very long time.

“Ah, of course, if Captain America requests a visitation…” Helmut started.

“The chiefs are on board in an instant.” you finished his sentence & the both of you laughed at the tomfoolery.

“Means that Sam is the reason for your stay.” you confirmed his thought process quietly. “Please express my gratitude for him as well.”

“Will do.” you wanted to maintain the dialogue with him but a loud noise from behind you caught you by surprise. The same guard who had instructed your appropriate behavior inside these hallways was back. There was a look on his face you could not quite identify but it left you uneasy.

“Time’s over.” the statement felt like someone stabbed you with a knife. Not once, not twice. Multiple times to cause as much damage as possible. Helmut then stood up from the floor, gesturing for you to do the same. The moment you were on your feet again, your knees were close to giving out. Digging deep inside, you mustered all the strength you had left & fixed your posture. You did that to avoid radiating a fragile appearance. “Bid your goodbyes, I’ll wait by the door.” the guard took his place in the doorway, waiting for you to approach him. Your body faced Helmut’s & you rested both of your hands on the glass in front of you. He mimicked you & if it were not for the transparent border, you would have touched.

“I’ll miss you.” you whispered as you pressed your forehead against the boundary.

“I will miss you more.” he followed right after. “But you are always here with me.” one hand rested above his heart. Goodbyes were difficult. Especially with the ulterior motive of not returning the following day. It would most likely take a while until you would face him again. Secretly, so nobody could discern what you were doing, you pulled a small paper out of your pocket & pushed it through one of the many, tiny holes in the glass wall. It dropped to the floor on the other side. Helmut sent you a questioning glance which you retuned with a soft, gentle smile. Coughing behind you brought you back to reality. You had to leave. As much as it hurt, you turned your back to Helmut & distanced yourself from his cell. Arriving at the exit, you looked over shoulder one last time. One last time, your eyes locked. One last time, you let your tender features speak. One last time. While you walked away from him, he picked the small paper up from the ground. Unfolding it with much care, his eyes got stuck on three little words that were neatly curved in your handwriting. So when your eyes met, he returned that favor without anyone realizing it. His lips moved & you saw him mouthing that same phrase back. Your smile grew wider, as did his. And then you were gone. Of course, you would come back. And with Sam’s help, it would probably be sooner rather than later. He stared at the door where you just walked through. His gaze then turned to the paper in his hands. Never would he let go of it again. He would treat it like it was made out of gold. To him, it was. And it was worth so much more. The feeling it triggered inside of him could not be purchased. It could only be provided by a special someone. That special someone was you. Reading through the note one more time, he sat down on the uncomfortable mattress. The displeasure was ignored for now. For a minute, he bathed in the loving emotions you brought to him.

“I love you. -xo(Y/N)”

Published (05/09/2021) by Cathy

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It’ll Be Okay In The End, Darling. I Promise You

Summary: Growing up attending a church that punished him for just being himself hurt Spencer more than he cared to admit, but he was typically good at hiding the residual effects it left. This all being said, he couldn't always hide it.

CWs// Spencer has a shutdown (not too delved into), Talks of Spencer's religious trauma I fabricated, Mentions of past homophobia

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“God, please have mercy on my soul.”

Years and years of his life spent in a church and that was all he could remember hearing. The fearful whispers emanating from the individuals knelt at pews, head bowed as if even looking at the pastor who stood above them, instructing them—if you could even call it that—and shaming them when they finally repented.

Repenting would hardly be the correct term, though. All it was was emotional and psychological abuse.

The church he had gone to enforced what they called ‘unconventional’ punishments to all who didn’t obey their strict guidelines.

All this had led Spencer to where he now laid, though, under Morgan, making out, and half naked. In no way was he uncomfortable in his sexuality, but sometimes, he just had waves of panic overtake him, instilled from when he was held at the mercy of the church, forced to kneel before Father Emerson for hours upon end as they broke him down, using any means necessary to get a confession out of him. He never did get the luxury of a pew.

Physical assault was far from beneath them, so he just had to stay there, enduring countless beatings that left him with more wounds than just physical.

Morgan was always so aware of when Spencer just wasn’t feeling into whatever they were doing—he had to be because Spencer was hardly good at expressing his discomfort aloud—so as soon as he felt him practically freeze, he got off, trying to give him space.

Scampering upright, he tried to squash himself in the corner of the sofa, the arm pressed harshly into his side as he pulled his knees to his chest, sticking his head in between his knees—a motion he’d been doing since childhood that he found comforting even though it did a number on his back and contourted his posture a tad from how much of his developmental years he had spent doing it.

“Fuck, Morgan. I’m so sorry. I’m being so stupid, and awful, and I shouldn’t have done that,” he rambled, much as he had the first time he was caught with a boy. Apologies upon apologies just poured out of him, hardly audible through staggered gasps for air.

They both had religious traumas, but only one of theirs was out in the open, clear for all to see, and it certainly wasn’t Spencer’s.

Sitting on the ground, Morgan just looked up at him, “Reid, what’s wrong? I hope you know I wouldn’t pressure you to do anything you didn’t want to.”

Shaking his head quickly, he couldn’t manage more than specific words anymore, “not you—me. My fault.”

“Can I touch you, Spencer?” It was more than clear to Derek that he was shutting down, so he made extra attempts to make his questions easy to respond to. “Hold up one finger for yes and one for no, please.”

Hesitantly, Spencer just put up his pointer finger before retracting it back around his knees to reform the ball that was his body.

Reaching out, he tentatively placed his hand on the cowering man’s shoulder, rubbing small circles as he got back onto the sofa with him, “you’re okay, Kid. I’m right here for you.”

Throughout their relationship, Morgan never had stopped calling him kid, not that Spencer minded much. He always found the nickname endearing and loved how neither of them used hypocorisms when referring to each other.

“M’sorry.”

Morgan pulled him into a bit of a hug, so he came out from his body-cocoon, gripping onto his shirt.

No tears ever came during shutdowns, just the thought of a crying fit that never quite came. The rest of the signs of crying were still there, though—the throat that felt like it eternally had a lump in it, the panicked, disorderly breathing, the shaking hands, the waver whenever he went to speak—but nothing ever came. The catharsis that came with crying just had abandoned him.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I promise you, Spence. You’re okay. Everything is okay,” he said, stroking his hair to soothe him. “We’ll talk about this when you’re ready, but for now, you need to try to rest.”

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Burning Questions I Still Have:

You know SJM really hasn’t given us too much substance in these book talks so I’m just going to put down these questions as my own way of expanding the topic of the book beyond Eris, Azriel, and the copious amount of sex they’re going to have (Nesta and Cassian) though all of that is very exciting. 

1. How much does Mor factor into this story? Are we going to see her at all or would she be more focused in on an Azriel story if we get one? 

2. Does Elain have any say in sending Nesta away? Will she have some involvement in Nesta’s healing? Will we see her in Illyria, visiting her sister perhaps, or will it be short instances? 

3. Does Nesta make new friends? Assumedly she does, but right now it’s looking very established character centric, but you know with these lack of spoilers. (rolls eyes)

4. Will the witch concept brought up in ACOWAR come up in ACOSF? Is Nesta technically a witch? Because her power extends beyond her natural reserve “technically.” Will we see other witches? Witches vs Illyrians... Maybe?

5. What is the main conflict in Illyria? And how will it be resolved? So far we know it has something to do with rebellion, but how do you fix that realistically? 

6. How will the women in Illyria gain some autonomy, because lets be honest, everyone learning to fight is and is not going to fix everything? 

7. Where is Bryaxis? 

8. Eris has a deal with Rhysand to help him kill his father. How would that work? Does it involve Nesta, does this then involve her more in the Inner Circle’s antics in which she’ll gain a job in some way? Whether she wants to or not. 

9. How does Nesta suffer? We know emotionally, yes. Power, yes. But how does that come about when there’s so much potential conflict in this book. 

10. What is the main conflict of this story? There seems to be many, that I’m sure will be extended to the other books that come out, but to what to extent does this book extend to the others. Will we see all of the same characters in the books after this one? 

11. Eris’s mom and Helion; Helion and Lucien. Enough said. 

12. Nesta dealing with her father’s death. 

13. Cassian’s mom, who is supposedly dead. (Jury is still out on that one; no dead body, no dead)

14. What’s that shadowy evil substance that Mor discovers by her estate?

15. Will Mor get a story? Especially since if she does then she’d be the first LGBTQ character from the SJM universe to have their own book... I think. Don’t quote me on that. But she’s got a lot to deal with too and I think she deserves a book. She’s a very interesting character. She reminds me of a mixture between Aelin and Bryce and the more secretive aspects of Nesta. 

16. Will Elain ever get a mate or significant other? Honestly, I’m on the fence with this. Mostly because one, Elain is purely side-character to me. She’s interesting, but not enough right now to warrant a whole book. I also just think that right now she’s kind of useless, and I don’t mean that to be mean, I just mean that she doesn’t have a purpose yet and most of her personality right now is purely fodder. It’s her main personality I say. Maybe not the honest to god deep one, but she’s got at least the surface level personality with hints of iceberg feelings. 

Interestingly enough it makes more sense I think to have the next book centered on Lucien and Azriel if they’re going to settle that conflict. Even though I hate love triangles in any sense, but none of them love each other right now anyways... And I think that it would be hard to figure out these three relationships when they’re already linked together in ACOWAR and ACOFAS. 

17. Will we ever know why Amren and Nesta got into a fight? Will their relationship be fixed? Also where she at in this whole conflict of interest that is this book and Nesta being sent away? Will we see her often? 

18. Will Rhysand have a good amount of time in this book? What is his involvement with Nesta--his sister-in-law lol? Will their relationship reach some level of understanding? Will they hate each other for ever? Will they have some semblance of mutual respect and a common denominator that is the love for Feyre and their protectiveness for their family? 

19. What are Cassian’s conflicts? To be quite honest, I feel this book is very Nesta centric, and I do hope that Cassian is not just thrown in there for romance and that’s it. BUT we know the Illyrian conflict, the Mor/Azriel conflict, the issue with being born a bastard, not belonging with his people. The Nesta conflict, the war probably. But like besides Nesta, all of these conflicts have existed for as long as he’s lived. So is that really a conflict or an issue to be dealt with... A lot of this will be resolved through the “Powers of Love” lol and whatever else they can do in Illyria, but then what else? Internally, I don’t feel he has too much to deal with because well... a lot of his problems center around other people. 

20. What will Feyre being doing? Let me be honest, I don’t like the thought of Feyre being pregnant. I understand her body her choice, but this girl literally went from let’s spend time with each other to let’s have a baby, because maybe it won’t happen in a few hundred years. But let’s be honest, if I was her I would not be thinking that it would happen in a few hundred years. Things happen in the most inconvenient times, and right now with all this, it’s very inconvenient. I also think I really don’t like it because right now she is really playing into that role of a wife and not as everything we know her as. I mean she’s allowed to relax, to be loved and what not, but I don’t know. Lame, I think, that she became high lady in name, but probably not in any sort of empowerment way, and I think that’s sad because she could do an awful lot of good, and should do it, because right now her court has soooooo many issues, even issues that Rhys kind of just puts in the back burner and hopes for the best. She is the equal to Rhys, but so far she’s not seeming so equal and she also seems to have lost some purpose. So I’m also wondering if this want of a child and planning for it is Feyre’s way of being useful again... because she spent so much of her life taking care of other people. Which again..... ehhhhhh. 

21. What the f*** are Nesta’s powers? What do they do? I hope it does not end in some vague inclination like Mor’s truth power whatever. But like, she should be all powerful, death god status. I want to see Nesta as the goddess she is. 

22. Koschei??? The stealer of the hero’s wife or whatever as he’s referenced in Russian lore... I think? Is he going to be more involved in Vassa, or Elain even (because Elain right now has always been the damsel) or Nesta, because of the queens and “their powerful ally.” Wouldn’t he be the best teacher for Nesta’s power really, when he’s a powerful sorcerer in the book/death god that has worshippers and what not and collects women.   

>>> My theory is that if Elain and Lucien are the next pov’s then maybe Nesta will be kidnapped by Koschei at the end, and Elain gets to really show what she’ll do for her family, and what she’s made of. But it also keeps the story going without cutting it off completely, and we keep the bigger conflict which is that there’s a whole world of problems and rulers and that Nesta’s story can’t really end at this book, because again she’s suppose to be all-powerful, cauldron incarnate, the wind has heard of her, spreading the news around, and that she does need to learn her powers and I doubt anyone can really teach her, but she for sure probably can’t teach her self. 

23. Will the love triangle situation not be between Elain, Lucien, and Azriel, but Vassa, Elain, and Lucien, or maybe a love square like A Midsummer Night’s Dream? That would be kinda cool. I just don’t really know if Azriel will be a love interest for Elain, even if he has that fondness for her. Azriel has a lot of problems, but he’s also like... I don’t know. Off topic. 

24. The Queens--what the hell? What about that one who turned old and is now immortal? They were chilling in Vassa’s kingdom. Where are they so Nesta can beat their asses? Also, these human kingdoms--what? What are they doing now that their queens are just in hiding and that allied with Hybern to be fae? Do they know? 

25. Magical humans--fae blood sometimes trickle into human lines from that one fae whoever she is. Doubt she’s the only one. Probably will have magical humans, realistically. 

26. Vassa--all of Vassa. Maybe Vassa and Mor.... You never know. I doubt they’ll get that curse reversed and she’ll be completely human, so maybe she’ll a be a shifter of a sort. If I can remember she’s like the only successful experiment. So maybe she got some fae blood and she can live for a long time and can be with Mor. I certainly hope Mor does not give up her immortality for her love interest, which I’m assuming you can do like in TOG. 

27. The fae kingdoms, that conflict needs be somewhat resolved. Doubtful. There’s three main ones I think. No one’s been signing treaties. How? That is all. 

28. Azriel powers, shadows, how did that happen? Does it elude to something bigger. 

29. Cassian’s background. Who the hell is he? Will we know papa? Mama? Past? He’s the most powerful Illyrian commander, he can’t be normal. The laws of fiction dictate otherwise. 

30. Last names? Middle names? Titles. Give me everything Sara. 

31. Eris. After daddy is dead, what next? Is his conflict so small and easily taken care of. He is very interesting to me. 

32. Did they actually take care of the cauldron? Miriam and Draken, will we see them again and their ideal world? 

33. Will Nesta travel? Because she should. She deserves to, it was her plan in ACOTAR, but then she stayed, and now she’s a shell. Please have Nesta see the world. With Cassian or without. Don’t care. Maybe both. 

34. How is a treaty going to be established, when humans hate fae, fae enslave humans, and the fact that there is so much more than fae that exist as we know????? Hmmm???

35. Oh Tamlin! Where he at? What he been doing? How will he help this conflict? Assuming he’s probably going to factor more in Lucien’s story, I’m almost positive he’s the next POV. It wouldn’t make sense otherwise to my fanfic writer/ obsessive reader brain.  

36. The objective of different worlds. I know SJM probably won’t get into it too much and it would probably be very complicated, but other worlds. Are people still coming in? Do some want to leave? Is it easy to travel between them--provided you know how? *whispers* can Nesta do this?

37..... I don’t know. I will add more if I can think of any, because I probably can. Honestly this was like therapy and made me feel so much better than any of SJM’s lives about the future of this series.

38. ADD YOUR OWN; unless I wrote almost everything. But doubtful!