#DRINK WATER!!! ups…that was an outburst AND HAVE SOME GOOD FOOD!!!

[wortverlust]

HELLLOOOO JO! HOW ARE YOU? i’ve been semi inactive! just wanted to drop in and see how you were!!

Hi Power!!!! Aaaw :3 Power please! I was pretty much completly inactive the last two weeks? BUT gonna change it today ^^ I hope you're doin well!!!

#DRINK WATER!!! ups…that was an outburst AND HAVE SOME GOOD FOOD!!! #another one….eh #AND SLEEP!!! Don't ever forget to sleep #(yep...a human can surely forget to sleep...so a little reminder :3) #Please...I'm so sorry for the long wait >_< #had a break-up and yeah... had to take care of a lot of things? #and I realized... that I have a lot of stuff...and books are heavy ^^;; #SOOO...Wish you a BEAUTIFUL day/night <333 and take care :3 #loats of love to you !!!!! #<333 #ask.Power #jo.answers

[pablitogavii]

pablo comforting reader because she has a lot of family problems and just doesn’t feel the best around them ❤️

Chosen Family

When you started dating Gavi, it was your family's outburst that was the hardest to handle. Fans accepted it and started to LOVE you since you weren't trying to get fame but your family never supported your relationship.

"He's going to cheat!"

"You're not for him!"

"Why would he choose you when he can have anyone??"

You packed for LA since Gavira family invited you to go with them knowing that would make Pablo really happy.

"I'm going!" you said when you walked down struggling with your suitcase until Sr. Gavira took it and brought it into the car. Your parents didn't say anything continuing to watch TV like nothing was going on.

"Mom..it's a six hours difference" you said hoping they would at least call sometimes but they weren't that interested.

"Just call when you want!" she said and you sighed looking at Aurora who had sad eyes but you shook your head leaving with them.

When you arrived, Pablo was very excited not letting go of your hand the entire way to the hotel really happy that you agreed to come and support him.

You went to his room and while he carried your suitcase, you took a chance to text your parents that you arrived only having it read with no response. You just sighed.

"Todo bien amor??" Pablo noticed that you were sad looking at your phone but you faked a smile not wanting him to worry about it since he has a game coming up.

"I'm so happy you're here! All the boys missed you too" Pablo kissed the top of your head and you smiled really happy that his friends quickly became yours and loved having you around. With them, you never felt like you weren't "good enough"..

You woke up in Pablo's arms smiling at his sleepy face and kissing him until his eyes opened and he pulled you closer kissing your lips.

"Morning preciosa!" his voice was groggy and you liked it very much nodding your head and kissing him again. You cuddled for awhile until he had to go training and you agreed to meet with Aurora and Javi to go walk around LA.

"Halo mamá??" you say into the phone happy that you were hearing them at least always feeling a little guilty for traveling so much ever since you started dating Pablo.

"It's so pretty here..so different than back home" you said really wanting to send her some pictures and videos being completely in awe with all that you saw that being your first time in the US.

"Not all of us have milioner boyfriends to pay our travels" she snarled and your face fell as you finished the call quickly already with a ruined mood.

"Hey, hermana. You alright?" Aurora was first one to notice going to sit alone with you to talk while Javi went to grab some drinks and order food.

"They will never accept this..they think I'm using him to travel and spend money Rora..I am so tired of trying to prove to them I really love Pablo" you really needed to let go and be sad at least now that Pablo doesn't need to see it.

"We all want you here hermanita! You're our family and we believe you..and Pablo believes you which is the most important thing." Aurora said and that really warmed your heart hearing that they really see you as family.

"Here is your drink hija!" Belen said and your eyes watered when you heard her call you a daughter and she looked at Aurora who smiled while she kissed the top of your head.

After training, Pablo called agreeing to meet you back at the hotel since the boys wanted to say hello and catch up. You were excited taking an Uber back and when you arrived passing the fans you rushed into Pablo's open arms.

"Bienvenidos amiga!" Ansu was first to say and you pulled away from Gavi smiling at all of them and hugging each one separately.

"How are you guys? Ready for a game??" you asked seeing them all smile which made you a bit more relaxed that they were ready to win.

"Now that we survived a virus outbreak.." Balde said and everyone laughed including Pablo who pulled you back into his arms kissing the top of your head.

"We always have luck when you watch us! Thanks for coming!" Pedri said and once again you felt happy that at least with these family you felt like you belonged somewhere.

"That's what family is for.." you answer and Pablo knew what was going inside your head. Despite you trying to protect him from everything going on in your family, he knew how much you wished you had their approval and support.

"It's their loss amor.." Pablo whispered into your ear when others were chatting amongst themselves and you sighed smiling when he kissed the top of your head again as you leaned further into him.

During the day of the game, you got ready wearing his jersey smiling proudly while looking into the mirror. Pablo came from the bathroom smirking when he saw you walking behind you and pulling you back into him.

"Tan linda.." he smiled and you blushed turning around going on your tip toes to kiss his lips lovingly.

"Gracias amor! I'm very proud of you!" you say and he smiled kissing your lips again before pulling away to get ready again.

"I want you to listen to me preciosa..I want you here..we all want you here and you're our family..you're my family and I love you so much" Pablo spoke drying some tears that fell down your cheeks and you hugged him tightly nodding your head.

"Te amo Pablo!" you said and he kissed your head

"Yo te amo mucho princesa!" he answered kissing your lips.

He had to go meet his team while you went to meet with Aurora for some lunch before you drove to the stadium for the game.

y.n.bebe

Los Angeles, CA

Visça Barça amor <33 Y'all are my chosen family!

comments:

aurorapaezg: te amo hermanita!

pablogavi: the most important person in the whole stadium for me! thank you for always supporting me princesa! I love you so much <3

fcbarcelona: familia <3

belengavira79: mi hija bonita! <3

ansufati: our lucky charm! thank you for coming amiga!!

pedri: mi pequeña hermanita!! <3

pablogavifanss: we all LOVE you precious!! you're such a beutiful and humble person and will always have all of us in your corner <3

Good luck to Barça today! &lt;3

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[lucero-is-here]

Headcanons time! Julian Ramis!

Requested by:

Photos of Julian, when he is 12 and when he is 18

1 - after Julian got released from the Juvenile detention center, he apologised to anyone who he had made upset or wronged before, include Alden Greene for robbing his mansion with Freddy.

2 - Julian likes making sandcastles. Though sometimes, he makes dirt castles if he can’t go to the beach.

3 - Julian’s dad got him one of those tiny table top sandboxes (yes I think those exist) with kinetic sand, and Julian absolutely adores it.

4 - Julian has a turtle stuffed animal he likes a lot. He hugs it to sleep too. He still has the stuffed animal now.

5 - He has a set of noise-cancelling earphones with him at all times, since he gets a little overwhelmed when things get too loud

6 - he likes English. He does really good in any language classes, especially English.

7 - his weakest subject is geography. He sometimes can’t remember everything, which makes him dislike geography a bit.

8 - Julian does a lot of arts and crafts. He took part in pottery classes with his dad once, and had a lot of fun making some plates and cups. He also does some origami. He’s really good at origami.

9 - Julian really likes art classes too- he never failed art before.

10 - Julian’s favourite colours when he was 12 was red and green. But after growing up to around 15-16, he wasn’t as fond of either those colours, but he still likes them.

11 - Julian has some scars on his arms from his little adventures with Freddy. He calls them his battle scars and is kinda proud of them, since he thinks of them as a way to remember the fun he had back then.

12 - Julian has emotional issues. He struggles to control his emotions and has emotional outbursts every now and then.

13 - Julian is quite restless. He can’t really sit still for long, so he’s usually drumming his fingers against the table, tapping his foot against the floor or just swinging his legs about.

14 - scraped knees. As a kid he would often scrap his knees. He still scrapes his knees now, just less often.

15 - Julian’s favourite drink is cola. He likes it a lot, but water is second favourite.

16 - he can draw really well- he tried drawing his own comic book once and he still keeps it. It’s unfinished and he plans to continue it one day.

17 - he listens to rock music sometimes. It’s not his first choice in music, but it’s on the list of favourites.

18 - Julian can run pretty fast. He definitely isn’t the fastest, but he can still run quite fast. Only sad thing is that he has low stamina and can’t run for too long.

19 - Julian takes walks in a nearby park in his free time. He tries to at least stay a bit healthy, and always goes for a short walk after meals. He’s usually alone, but sometimes lets his dad tag along and they talk while walking.

20 - Julian has a treehouse. He built it with his dad and he absolutely loves that treehouse. Nowadays, he sits in it sometimes to have time to himself. He has a box of crayons and some paper there too for him to draw with sometimes.

21 - he has colouring books. It’s those colouring books with really intricate drawings for you to colour in, and Julian always spends a lot of time colouring them cause he wants them to be really pretty. It usually looks great and he shows it to his dad.

22 - Julian and his dad are pretty close despite the occasional arguments. After Julian got released from the Juvenile Detention Center, his dad took him out for some food. They kind of made an agreement that Julian will avoid doing anything shady again, and his dad should know about the friends Julian makes to prevent anything like this from happening again.

23 - most of Julian’s bags are sling bags. Julian doesn’t like backpacks for some reason. He just prefers how sling bags look, and his favourite is brown messenger bag his dad bought him.

24 - Julian has a lot of beanies- he likes beanies a lot too. He has a yellow beanie, a red beanie, and the usual beanie he wears.

Okay I probably have more headcanons for Julian- so possible part 2?

#criminal case #headcanons #Julian Ramis

[indigothemuse]

Salt and Honey

Sapphic Summer Day One- Godly parent swap/First Kiss

Daughter of Poseidon! Piper (and son of Aphrodite! Percy, but that's not as relevant)

Piper wipes a hand across her brow. It’s hot, even if the humidity doesn’t affect her. Her shirt sticks to her skin, and she can tell she’ll need to wash her hair tonight. She may have lived in New York for almost 3 years, but she still misses California’s dry summer heat. 

“Done already, Seaweed Brain?” Annabeth calls from across the arena. 

“You wish, Wise Girl,” she yells back. Camp has been in session for only a week, but well. Being the only camper in your cabin has a few perks. Namely, being able to choose her own activities without worrying about annoying anyone. 

The rest of the Athena cabin is here too, sparring amongst themselves. Turning her head, she spots Malcolm guiding one of the younger kids through the motions. 

“Hey. Seriously. You good?” Annabeth settles her elbow on Piper’s shoulder, and she just barely stops herself from slamming her fist into the other’s stomach. 

“Yeah. Just got distracted.” 

“Liar.” It’s fond though, so Piper leans back into Annabeth. “Why don’t we grab some water? It’s not a good idea for a daughter of Poseidon to get dehydrated.”

“Whatever you say, Wise Girl.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes and tosses a water bottle to her. She catches the next one too, and opens it. The water pours down her body, and Piper exhales. The water gives her a burst of energy, almost like she’s downed a Monster or two. Annabeth snorts. 

Piper sticks her tongue out and lunges forward in the same motion, Riptide flickering out to slice at Annabeth. She parries, dagger glinting bronze in the sun. 

“Hm. Smart.”

“What? You think I can’t strategize?”

“Mm, it isn’t normally your style, is it?” Honey curls fall to the side, and Piper’s mouth dries. Annabeth uses her momentary distraction against her, and she ends up pinned to the ground. The dagger taps her throat. “Done.” She smells like vanilla and Piper can’t breathe. 

Annabeth moves away, and pulls her up. “Huh. For someone so good on the battlefield, you really suck at sparring.” Piper flushes. She’s not wrong. 

“Well. It’s different when you’re not just fighting for yourself.” 

She opens her mouth to respond, something soft in those gray eyes. The conch blasts, and Annabeth wilts. “Oh. Lost track of time. Come on, there’s always room at your table.” Piper trips over her feet in her haste to follow, cursing under her breath as she almost falls. 

“Can’t believe you’re just offering my table up.” 

“What? It’s not like Chiron cares.” 

Piper huffs. “It’s about the principle.”

“Ooh, now there’s a five dollar word,” she lilts, laughing. 

“Shut up, Wise Girl.” 

“Make me, Seaweed Brain.” 

They both freeze. Heat crawls up her neck and Annabeth goes red. “Right, so. Lunch?” 

“Yeah.” Annabeth nods quickly, decisively. They walk to the pavilion, and she practically falls into her usual seat at the Poseidon table. There’s already several plates, one for each of their friends. Annabeth snorts into her drink. “Should have figured they’d catch on eventually.”

She smiles and takes a bite of her sandwich. Camp food, literally, is magical. It tastes just like the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches her dad would make when she couldn’t sleep. 

It’s weird having the cabin rules not be strictly enforced—ever since the Giant War, there’s really not a point. 

The table isn’t quiet for long. Leo and Percy take their usual seats with a typical outburst of excitement, both of them gushing about what happened during arts and crafts. Jason sits next to her a little bit later, and smiles. He looks tired, dark circles only highlighted by his golden glasses. 

They’d dated for a little while—both of them joke about their bout of comphet. She’d broken up with him after the Second Giant War, realizing she was lesbian. And also in love with Annabeth. He’s come out to her as aroace shortly after, and they’d agreed to try and stay friends.

She was grateful that it wasn’t awkward between them. He might be her ex, but Jason was honestly one of her best friends. Maybe not as close as Annabeth, but still. 

“You okay? Didn’t see you at breakfast.”

Jason sighed. “Jupiter decided to send me an Iris Message at 5 am. And then lectured me about still being asleep.”

“At 5?”

Percy leaned over. “Take it from me, the gods aren’t always great with mortal time. Dad’s a little better about it, since they love the concept of beauty sleep, but still.” 

“Yeah, about that. Do they really not care how often Aphrodite contacts you? Mom said Zeus and Hera threw a fit when she wanted to try and help out.” Annabeth rested her chin on her palm, stormy eyes intense. 

Percy shrugs. Gods, his eyeliner is perfect. “Dad kind of does whatever they want? I think it’s just because they aren’t ‘interfering with humanity’ so it doesn’t count. I really don’t know though.” 

“Not any weirder than last year,” Leo says, eyes crinkling. Piper reaches across Jason to fistbump him, grinning. 

“Could anything be weirder than last year? Giants, cross-continental switches, memory loss, storm spirits, and I’m probably forgetting something.”

“Don’t tempt the Fates. Seriously. I don’t want anything to be weirder than last year.” Annabeth shivers. 

Piper glances around, but it’s Jason who pushes the conversation away. “Have any of you tried the new lava wall challenge?” 

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦ ✦✦✦ ✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Annabeth meets with Piper after the campfire, slipping off to the beach. As older campers, they had a later curfew than the kids. Plus, it wasn’t like they couldn’t take care of themselves. 

Piper is sitting on the sand, facing the water. She sits next to her, stretching her legs. She’s pleasantly sore from the lava wall and helping with her cabin’s pegasus lessons. 

They lean into each other, and Piper’s head hits her shoulder. Annabeth slides an arm around her, and rests her cheek on Piper’s head. Even after everything, this is her best friend. 

Children of Athena and children of Poseidon are supposed to hate each other. To carry on their parents' rivalry, to prove that one god is better. Athena is controlled and precise. Poseidon is rash and destructive. 

They are not their parents. 

They turn almost at the same time, and their lips press together. Annabeth exhales softly. Her lips are chapped and she smells like salt water. 

Piper pulls back after a moment, sea green eyes wide. “This is…this is serious, right?”

“Yeah. I’m serious.”

They kiss again, and again. Piper ends up in her lap, hands holding her face in place. She’s ethereal in the moonlight, a sea breeze gently moving her hair. Annabeth kisses her again, and smiles.

@sapphic-summer-riordanverse-2023

#sapphic summer riordanverse 2023 #pipabeth #annabeth chase #piper mclean #daughter of poseidon piper #indi writes

[nicromancytarot]

Thank you very much for opening up the games to us! This is from AK, Gemini, sun/Virgo moon

My assumptions are as follows – though you come from a spiritual family, you had to deal with a number of people who either didn’t understand or didn’t accept your gifts. You are a kind person with boundaries, but you had to learn how to create and assert your boundaries. How nice you are, some people still misunderstand you – but I’m guessing that’s due to the boundaries mention and their own issues.

My questions are as follows:

(1) are my protection efforts working at this time (I pray psalm 91, pray for protection/shielding/guarding in general, I use black and white candles to pray for protection over myself and to send the negative energy that those at work may try to send to me right back to them. I also wear tourmaline). Just want to make sure it’s working.

(2) will justice occur in relation to any of the ppl who have tried to severely harass/bully/throw me off (namely Beti, Jacqui, Kiaribel, Kiana, and anyone else who were aligned with them). HR, management, etc had to get involved too. I also kind of wonder if there r ppl at work (coworkers, managers, whoever) who REALLY see what is going on and beyond the BS the bullies are creating.

(3) Will I start to see things turn around for me, in general, this year in my life?

Thank you so much for your participation, angel.

1. No, If they are at all working, it’s more so the bare minimum, spirit recommends that you try to find other ways to protect yourself, something that you haven’t explored before. I was getting moon water, perhaps tapping that on your wrist before work, or even drinking some of it for extra protection, bathing it in it could also be a good idea, at least making sure that it gets on your head so it absorbs any negative energy.I was also hearing that when it comes to colleagues and work, you’re not the best protected, a union ship will help you protect yourself, so perhaps asking someone you really really trust for help. Another message I was given was that there are certain foods that you are eating, that aren’t good for your energy, and that you may be overeating which is causing negative outbursts in your life. (I’m not saying restrict your food intake, that would be absurd, however if you are stress eating, try your best to find another thing to help you combat that)

2. No, I see that you will have to leave this situation, unfortunately the people around you are staying ignorant to the situation, I do not see management protecting these people, however they don’t seem to understand the extent of it, therefore nothing seems to be coming to light (they will get their karma one day, don’t even worry about it)

3. No, not unless you really really commit to it, trying your best to make your life better, it won’t happen without you trying

I wish you the best of luck!!

#tarot #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot witch #free tarot #tarot reading #tarot cards #tarot game

[stanathanxoox]

The Battle Of Hogwarts - Seamus Finnigan x reader

gif is mine

@makeitmarvellous asked:

Can you do a Seamus finnigan hp imagine where in year 7 the reader went with the trio to find the deathly Hallows leaving Seamus at Hogwarts. They sent a few letters but stopped for both their safety. She hasn't seen him for over a year and when the trio and her arrive at Hogwarts before the battle of Hogwarts she doesn't recognize him until he talks. She hates herself for leaving him in this state and not recognizing him but it ends in fluff?

It felt like years on the run, but in actual fact as you sat waiting around the table in the Hogshead drinking what felt like the fifth glass of water and snacking on the second bowl of chips, it had only been eleven months. You had decided at the end of your sixth year to join Harry, Hermione and Ron on their journey for horcruxes after accidentally stumbling across the conversation that Harry and Dumbledore had been having mid-year, Dumbledore had recruited you then as a good friend and house mate of Harry’s to look out for him, and as one of the top witches in your year, alongside Hermione and Draco, you had more than proved yourself capable of helping. At the time however, you had been in a rather committed relationship with Seamus Finnigan, having been together with him since he had asked you to be his partner to the Yule ball in your fourth year at Hogwarts, the rest as you everyone else had surmised had been history. That was until you had actually left during Bill and Fleur’s wedding with the others and your hunt for the last of the horcruxes had started. It was also after writing to each other for a week whilst the four of you were hiding out in Grimmauld place that you decided to end your relationship with him and that it would probably be a good idea to stop writing letters to each other as well, to keep each other safe. It had hurt, especially since you hadn’t known the safety of your one true love but if it meant his safety you would risk it. After finding the locket, you and Hermione had learnt very quickly not to actually wear the locket, but to keep it near you, as long as their was an article of clothing between you and the locket it couldn’t effect you in the way it seemed to effect Ron and Harry, whom had ignored your suggestions altogether. When Ron had had his outburst and left you stayed behind, Ron had been almost as furious with you as he had been hurt at Hermione for choosing the search and Harry over him, but you knew that this was a fight that needed to be continued, if you stopped now then it wouldn’t get done and nobody would get rid of Lord Voldemort. You had managed to get rid of the locket and find Helga Hufflepuff’s cup, but now you were trying to get into Hogwarts, trying to find something that could be linked to Ravenclaw only the second the four of you had stepped into Hogsmeade you’d tripped some sort of switch and it set off an alarm.

Aberfoth had found you, you had known who he was from the moment you had laid eyes on him, though the others had needed a little bit of help to understand the situation, even Hermione had been a bit confused about that one, and when you spotted the portrait hanging up on the wall you asked

“That’s your sister isn’t it? Ariana Dumbledore?” you ask and Aberforth nods his head,

“Yes” he nods towards her before you all watch her walk off as he sets plates of food down in front of you. He’d already scolded the four of you for coming to Hogsmeade, for trying to fulfill the quest that his brother had sent you, telling you it was a fools errand but you had stood up for it saying that it was one that had been a necessary evil given the fact that Voldemort had only gotten more followers, your argument had quitened him down some, you knew he wanted to argue more but could see that he was giving you an apparising look as well. You watched standing alongside Harry, Ron and Hermione, as Aberforth busied himself in the Hogshead whilst you watched the portrait of Aberforth and Albus’s sister return with someone following behind her. Hermione stepped closer asking

“Is that who I think it is?’ and as the portrait swings open and you all gasp happily, beams spreading across your face as you see the tall gangly seventh year looking the worse for wear but looking incredibly happy to see the four of you.

“Neville!”

“Harry, Ron, Hermione, Y/N, it’s so good to see you” Neville says as he shakes hands with Harry and Ron, before pulling you and Hermione into seperate hugs, he whispers in your ear

“Maybe now Seamus might finally stop worrying his blessed little cotton socks off, now that he knows your alright and in one piece” you blush at that. The others who had heard his whisper give a knowing look and you shoot them a look of annoyance before you usher for Neville to led the way. You followed Neville, Ron, Harry and Hermione through the portrait and into the Room of Requirment seeing faces both familiar and unfamiliar all staring up at you as they all applaud and congratulate you all before you look around at the people gathered, seeing most have them have scars and fresh wounds much like Neville’s and you ask

“Is this all the Carrow’s doing?”, someone steps forward and says

“It’s the punishment we all get for not doing their bidding, such as cursing first years for getting spells wrong”, a thick Irish voice states and you gasp, your eyes raking over the form of your ex, the love of your life and your heart breaks that you hadn’t recognised him sooner

“Oh Seamus” you say taking a step towards him as he does the same, arms instantly wrapping around each other but you can tell he’s trying desperately not to wince at the pain. You pull back slightly and see that he has a black eye that’s almost healed and his nose looks like its been broken recently as well, he’s got a fresh scar on his cheek which you place a kiss on and he looks at you shocked before he smiles at you slowly

“I’m so glad your safe” he whispers

“As am I” you say, your arms not leaving his waist as someone asks and you turn towards the others

“What are you doing back here Harry?”

“We’re here to search for something, something that was special to Rowena Ravenclaw and Ravenclaw house?” Harry answers

“Theirs her lost diadem” Luna says and Cho pokes her and says

“Its the lost diadem for a reason, no ones seen it for years”. A rustle is heard before someone rushes into the room and you spot Ginny through the crowd, her eyes landing on Harry before she says

“Snape knows that Harry was in Hogsmeade and he knows he’s in the castle”

“Almost a year since she last saw me and it’s like I’m bloody Frankie first year, I’m her brother” Ron says, Seamus smirks as he nuzzles closer into your side and teases

“She’s got five of those, but theres only one Harry” you giggle before giving his shoulder a gentle shove and he chuckles at the shocked look you can see on Ron’s face. Unfortunately there is a loud chiming of the bell and the others all quickly don their robes and Harry dresses in his own robes as well, hiding amongst the sea of Gryffindor’s, but not before you Hermione and Ron pull him into a hug and whisper

“Be safe”.

You follow Harry soon after when the Order of the Phoenix arrive in the Room of Requirement and enter the Great Hall with them, and its not long before the fight begins. You had seen way too much life and death but they time the four of you decide to split up, deciding to regroup with Ron and Hermione again after you had run into Tonks who had said that she needed to find Remus before it was too late. Your racing down the one of the corridors, Harry holding your hand, the two of you trying to avoid walls blasting in and boulders being thrown at you, giant spiders crawling towards you and spells being blasted this way and that. When you round the corner you witness Percy and Fred Weasley making up just as a wall gets blown apart from behind them, you scream out a blood curdling scream as Harry pushes you to the ground and holds you in his arms as rubble falls around you, you sob as you get to your feet and you hear Percy screaming at the random Death Eater through the hole in the wall, something about murder and enjoying cursing the hell out him. You hear sobs from your left and see Ron and Hermione, comforting each other, and you rush over to them, throwing your arms around Hermione and Ron. You give yourselves three minutes respite before your resolve is made up and all look at each other, nodding in determination. You follow Harry, the four of you deciding to go in pairs again, after seeing the loss of such a wholesome person and a good friend you spend the whole time your unsure if you’ll see Seamus alive again, and you hadn’t even gotten a chance to tell him you loved him.

“Harry, I don’t know how much longer I can go in this fight without telling Seamus I love him and hearing him say it back. Not when either one of might not make it to morning” you say and Harry looks back at you, reaching for your hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze

“We’ll try and find him okay? I feel the same way about Ginny” he admits and you give him a knowing smile, before the two of you continue on with your mission.

It’s after the two of you have spoken to the Grey Lady and having been inside the Ravenclaw common room that your racing back towards the Room of Requirement, this time for a different purpose that both you and Harry run into Ginny and Seamus. As soon as you see him you barrel straight into his arms and capture his lips in yours

“I love you so much Seamus, I’m going to do everything in my power to make it through this fight to get back to you”

“I love you with my entire being Y/N” he whispers before kissing you again and he and Ginny race in the opposite direction. You watch the two of them retreat before you whisper

“Please stay safe”, Harry hearing your whispered plea takes your hand and pulls you in for a hug, as you feel like your going to cry. You have to clear your throat and you sigh

“Alright there’s no time and no point getting emotional we’ve got to try and find that diadem. Let’s go end this fight” you say to Harry and he places a kiss on your forehead

“Let’s do this Y/N/N” you crack a smile, at the timing of him giving you the nickname that only he and Hermione had ever given you. It was something that had come about one night when Ron hadn’t been with you and it had stuck.

In the Room of Requirement was where Hermione and Ron met up with you, but it was also where Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy cornered you and you had been so close to finding the diadem, Harry had been so sure of it. When Malfoy and Crabbe started loosing control of their wands setting the room a blaze Hermione and Ron had tried to use their magic to put out the flames whilst you and Harry had climbed the piles of randomly piled furniture and began to search for the diamdem

“It’s there, I can see it” you say, reaching through the crack in between the chairs and down, straining to try and grab it.

“Hurry! I don’t think we can hold off the flames much longer” Hermione cries, as Ron cries out as one particular flame has been sent straight towards Hermione and you can hear Ron screaming out over the flames

“That’s my girlfriend! You fucker!” you want to query what the hell had happened in the time that the two had been away from you and Harry but you knew that the task at hand was currently more important than anything else, the fact that Ron and Hermione may now be in a relationship be damned.

“I don’t know if I can grab it Harry, my arms aren’t long enough” he looks at you and gives you a nod of encouragement

“You can Y/N/N, I know you” he says and you sigh before stretching just a little bit more and finally managing to grip the diadem. As you pull it out of the gap you squeal in triumph

“I did it!” Harry beams before the two of you slide down the pile of trinkets back to the ground. The flames in shapes of different animals now creeping towards you. Ron rounds the corner and screams

“It’s uncontrollable, why couldn’t he ever learn to control his spells properly” he races up to Hermione wrapping his arms around her waist as he runs guiding the two of them down a pathway that doesn’t seem to have been touched by the flames yet. You and Harry follow along after, holding hands again, the connection to one of you closest people spurring you on. Its when you and Harry almost crash into Hermione and Ron and fall into a pile of broomsticks that you all get a look in your eye, the only way out of this damn fire is to fly.

You jump on your own broomstick, as does Harry, whilst Hermione rides on the back of Ron’s. The three of you are flying out of the room, when you and Harry spot Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy all stuck on the top of table piling on top of pile of furniture about to be engulfed by the flames and you look over at Harry and give him a nod

“We have to save them” Harry calls over his shoulder at Ron who looks over at the three Slytherin’s and scowls, as the four of you watch the table fall and Crabbe fall into the fire, falling to his death.

“If we’re going to do this we’re going to have to be fast” you shout and Harry nods

“If we die for them I’m gonna kill you both” Ron says and you sigh before turning your broom around and fly over Goyle, reaching down and picking him up so that he can try and scramble on to the back of your broomstick, Harry grabs Malfoy before the six of you fly back towards the doors, Ron does a spell as your heading towards the doors to open them and just as you fly through the threshold the Fiendfyre catches the end of your broomsticks flipping you all off and throwing you into the opposite wall. You, Hermione and Ron are the first ones to recover as Hermione hands you one of the Basilisk fangs

“I’m not, I can’t” you say and they both look at you

“Come on Y/N, we’ve all done one now. You can do it!” Ron says but as you creep nearer to the Diadem; Voldemort’s voice fills your head as a rather vivid image fills your head, one of Seamus admitting to Dean that he doesn’t love you at all and that he was so relieved that you had been gone, you scream in anguish and cry as you feel Harry and Hermione wrap their arms around you as they both whisper

“Ignore him Y/N/N, it’s all a part of it. A part of the horcrux sees its killers deepest fears and feeds on it. You can do this, don’t believe what he’s showing you” you look up at both of them and see the truth in both of their eyes and nod your head.

“I can do this!” you say determined, you get closer to the diadem and raise the Basilisk fang before you scream and smash it down into the sapphire in the top of the headpiece, before Ron comes up from behind it and kicks it into the Fiendfyre, just Harry lets out an anguished cry, before you all cover your ears as Voldemort’s voice fills your ears.

Everything feels like it passes in a blur after that, Snape being killed in what appears to be cold blood, Harry deciding to turn himself over to Voldemort, seeing those who had died, house mates, teachers, friends, your heart broke before you, Hermione and Ginny decided to help take care of the wounded whilst the deceased laid in the Great Hall. Neville’s beautiful speech, being able to fight alongside Seamus once Harry had shown his true cards, and then the ending of the battle when Voldemort had finally been ended. More importantly for you the perfect moment for you came when after so much loss and grief, Seamus got down on one knee in front of everyone who remained behind in the Great Hall and declared

“Y/N Y/L/N, I know we are still young, and we have so much in our lives to discover, but these last eleven months a part from you, not knowing if you were safe or if I would ever get to see you, hold you in my arms again only proved to me just how much my heart and soul belong to you, how much they have belonged to you since the moment I meet you back on the Hogwarts Express seven years ago and you welcomed the small, Irish boy who kept blowing things up into your friend group and later on into your heart” he pulls out a jewellery box and you gasp because you had no idea where he had even gotten the chance to get this on a night such as this

“So Y/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? My Mrs Finnigan?’ he asks and you look down into you his eyes and see them filled with so much love and devotion for you that you can’t help but kneel down in front of him, and wrap your arms around his neck

“Of course I will marry you Seamus” you whisper and he beams before opening the lid on the jewellery box and showing you the elegant diamond ring before taking it from the box and slipping it on your finger before he cups your face in his hands and kisses you passionately. You beam and when the kiss is broken you notice that everyone is clapping, and you try to hide yourself away in his shoulder because of all the attention

“Aww babe, your one of the heroes of the wizarding world and now your my fiance please don’t be shy” he says and you look up into his eyes, a blush on your cheeks before you smile

“Say it again?” you ask and he smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before he whispers

“My fiance” and you can’t help but laugh giddily at his words.

“Yours, forever” you say and he nods.

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His Legacy (Chapter 3)

One Piece Male Reader Insert

Chapter Summary: You have a lovely chat with Doflamingo before heading to Jaya, where you meet with the Straw Hat crew again.

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Warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of drinking

A/N: Doflamingo is so hard to write </3

Word Count: 4.5k

        You felt your blood run cold as your transponder snail’s face morphed to mimic Doflamingo’s condescending smirk. 

        “Please excuse my outburst, sir,” you immediately backpedaled, trying to save face without seeming too intimidated by him. “I would’ve had a different reaction if I knew it was you who called.” 

        His horrific laugh cut through the night, taking away any peace you had felt in the moments earlier. 

        “You should always be prepared, Dark Stalker. You never know when something… unexpected will happen.” He cackled, before continuing, “But I forgive you. You are my dearest friend, after all.” 

        The way he emphasized “unexpected” made you want to throw up. You had a horrible feeling about whatever it was that that he seemed to be implying. 

        You kept your voice steady and neutral as you replied, “What do you mean, sir? Do you have something big planned?”

        “You could say that,” Doflamingo laughed, his smirk mocking you. “But that’s none of your concern right now.” 

        “Why did you call me, sir?” If he wasn’t going to tell you then, he wouldn’t tell you if you asked him to elaborate. All you could do was hope that it had nothing to do with you. 

        “Always so formal,” he cackled once again, “and so cold. Do I need a reason to talk to you, dear (Name)?” 

        You weren’t going to play this game with him. “If you don’t have a reason for calling me, then please allow me to go about my night, sir.” 

        “I have a job for you,” he finally explained, smirk replaced with a serious frown. “Go to Jaya in the Grand Line. Some brat’s been tarnishing my good name- he needs to remember his place. I think that’s a pretty simple job, don’t you?”

        You had expected as much. Of course, there were times where Doflamingo did call you purely just to fuck with you, but you could distinguish between those kinds of calls and calls where he meant business. So much for coming back to Rain tomorrow. You set off for your sailboat, holding the transponder snail in your arms as you stomped through the mud. 

        “Name?” You asked, finally relaxing a little as you prepared to set sail for your island to prepare. “And specifics?” 

         His smirk returned to his face as he replied, “Bellamy. I don’t care what you do as long as you get the point across. He can’t keep using my name if he’s going to be weak.” 

        “Of course, sir. I’ll let you know when I arrive on Jaya.” 

        “Good,” he cackled, before adding, “I knew I could count on you, (Name). You’re always reliable. Come to Dressrosa when you’re finished.” 

        “Yes, sir.” 

        “Ca-cha.”

         You slumped in your seat as soon as Doflamingo hung up. That horrible feeling from earlier returned- your senses were screaming at you to get as far away from the Warlord as possible. You had no choice but to listen to him. 

         As your sails unfurled and caught the stormy breeze, you bid a silent farewell to Rain. You wanted to stay. You really wanted the comfort of your family right now, but there wasn’t a lot that you could do about it. You had to get to Jaya immediately. 

         —————————————————————

        You had taken an extra day to stock up on food and water, find Bellamy’s wanted poster (his bounty was 55,000,000? It would be an easy job), and prepare your sailboat for the long journey. 

        You loved your sailboat. You had bought it with your first payment as a mercenary, so it meant a lot to you. You had even given it a name- the Victory Joy. It was large enough for you to travel with a few other people, but it wasn’t too big to the point where you couldn’t sail it by yourself, and it was faster than all the bigger ships on the sea. There was a decently-sized cabin under the hull of the ship, with a small kitchen and dining room, bedroom (decorated with a few stuffed animals, courtesy of Jasmine), bathroom, and shower. Small windows kept the cabin lit during the day and gave you a view of the ocean. It was comfortable and you kept it in good condition. 

         There was no Jolly Rodger flying at the top of your white sails, although you supposed you could’ve flown Doflamingo’s if you really wanted to. Which you didn’t. It definitely would’ve made your life a lot easier, though, since a lone sailboat with one person on it and no flag to sail under was considered an easy target for pirates in the New World and Grand Line. 

        You sighed as you watched yet another ship sink, the chaotic sounds of yelling and screaming being carried across the waves. It was their fault, really. You had warned them, explained that you were in a hurry, and they still fired their canons at you. 

        It had taken you just under week before you made it to Jaya, no thanks to your subpar navigation skills, but you still made really good time thanks to the speed of the Victory Joy. As you sailed up to the port, you pulled out your transponder snail to alert Doflamingo. 

        “Purupurupuru… ca-cha.” 

        “I just arrived, sir. I’m docking my boat,” you told him as the Victory Joy’s hull gently bumped into the wood of the dock. He had picked up faster than you were expecting- he usually let it ring for at least a minute before picking it up. 

        “I love how fast you are, (Name),” he chuckled darkly, signature smirk on his face. 

        “Just to confirm, you don’t want me to kill him, correct?” You asked, furling your sails and tying them in place. “Just remind him who’s the boss?” 

        “Do whatever you think needs to be done,” he replied, smirk somehow growing. “I trust your judgement, (Name).” 

        “Ca-cha.” 

         You hung up on him and sighed. You said what needed to be said; there was no point in continuing the conversation. You took a moment to take in your surroundings. The boat to the left of you was some kind of fishing boat, just barely smaller than the Victory Joy, while the boat to your right was much larger and had a strange look to it. It had character- the bowsprit had been designed to look like a sheep and you caught sight of two trees behind the cabin. The flickering black flag of the Jolly Rodger at the top of the ship let you know it belonged to pirates, but you couldn’t quiet make out the design. 

        You scanned the ship for any other items that could help you identify the crew, but you found none. There were voices aboard, but you weren’t going to jump onto a random pirate ship to satiate your curiosity. The mainsail, which seemed to be painted, was furled, covering the design. You shrugged, getting out of your sailboat to tie it down. It wasn’t Bellamy’s ship, so you didn’t care. 

        You jumped onto the wooden dock, your heavy, black fur coat flapping behind you. The weather you encountered on your trip to Jaya was rather cold, so you had stopped to buy something to help you keep warm. You wore a black dress shirt on underneath your jacket, and instead of a tie, you wore a heavy silver chain necklace that matched your rings and earrings. More chains jingled against your gun holsters as you walked into Mock Town, both attached to the leather belt wrapped around your waist. 

        It was time for you to start your hunt. 

———

        In the streets of Mock Town, the man you were looking was on the search for someone himself. 

        His crew had met Straw Hat Luffy earlier that day and he got curious. Sarquiss, his first mate, had told him that Luffy was a lot more disappointing than one would expect- he was just a loser kid and had no desire to take what was in front of him, Sharkies had explained smugly. Bellamy just had to see that for himself. 

        He barged into a nearby tavern, passing a rather large man as he made his way in. He reveled in the silent fear that washed over the room as he stepped in. He lived for those reactions. 

        He locked eyes with the boy from the wanted poster- that was definitely the boy he was looking for. 

       “So,” Bellamy hissed, a twisted smile on his face, “you’re the boy with the 30 million Berry bounty, huh? Straw Hat Luffy…” 

       “What is it?” The boy in question asked, raising an eyebrow. 

        Bellamy ignored whatever it was that the redhead and swordsman next to Luffy said (they weren’t the ones with the 30 million bounty, so why should he care about what they had to say?), choosing instead to saunter forward. He stopped next to the younger boy and slammed his large hands on the bar, getting the bartender’s attention. 

        “Give me your finest wine,” Bellamy commanded, then jabbed a long finger towards Luffy. “And get the kid whatever he wants.” 

        The bartender gave him a confused look before reluctantly agreeing, moving to the shelves behind him to find a decent wine. 

        More people strutted in, creating a mess- the rest of his crew, Bellamy figured. His tongue slithered out of his open mouth, wetting his lips as the bartender set two mugs of alcohol in front of him and the boy. There was nothing funnier than playing with your prey before ripping it apart. 

———

       You had asked around, trying to see where one could normally find Bellamy. Some people had warned you, telling you that he was a beast that would rip you apart, while others gladly told you any information they had about Bellamy’s current whereabouts, excited at the prospect of a fight. You didn’t care if they were betting on your ass getting beat or if they threatened you- you had the information you needed to complete your job. 

        The soft click coming from your revolver as you loaded it brought you an odd feeling of tranquillity. You weren’t exactly expecting too much from him. From what you were told about him, he seemed like he was all bark and no bite, but you knew he didn’t get his bounty from growling at people and acting “holier than thou.” Maybe he would surprise you. 

        You had made your way into the high class hotel Bellamy had rented out. He really had no class, flaunting his money like that. You stepped over the small pile of Berry had that been tossed to the ground, approaching an employee. 

        “Excuse me,” you called politely, “do you think you could take me to the room Bellamy is staying at?” 

        He jolted, shocked that someone would make such a request. He started shaking his head from side to side. “Oh, no, you can’t be here, sir. Master Bellamy does not take kindly to other people. You need to leave immediately.” 

        You internally cringed when you heard the man refer to Bellamy as “master.” the more you learned about him, the more you leaned towards killing him instead of giving him a little scare. 

        “Alright, alright, I’ll leave.” You gave in, holding up your hands in defeat as you walked away from the hotel. If you couldn’t catch him here, you’d have to see if you could find him around town. 

        Mock Town was actually quiet nice, you realized as you wandered through the town. You liked the wood that covered the roads, and the architecture was bold and eye-catching. The bright red roofing of the buildings was beautiful and providing a nice contrast to the greenery of the forest that was mixed in with the city. 

         As you contemplated your next move, a familiar straw hat caught your attention. You smiled as you walked over to him. 

        “Oi! Luffy!” You called as you got closer. 

        “(Name)?” You could hear Nami reply from somewhere within the crowd. From the center of the mess of bodies, you saw someone big walk off in a hurry. You were compelled to follow them, eyes suspiciously scanning their body. They were familiar, but your train of thought was interrupted before you could connect the pieces. 

        “Hey, (Name), we’re over here!” Luffy shouted, waving a hand in the air. 

        You were not expecting to see Luffy and Zoro in such rough condition. “Eugh,” you visibly cringed as you looked them over. “You guys look horrible. You okay?” 

        Luffy just smiled as he led you towards his ship. 

———

        As it turned out, his ship was the one with the sheep bowsprit, and the voices you heard were from Usopp and Chopper fixing the deck. You should’ve known, but you weren’t expecting him to be in Jaya. 

       “What are you doing here?!” 

        But you guessed it was more of a shock to see you back in the Grand Line so soon. 

       “What, are you sad that I’m here?” You asked Usopp with a teasing frown. “I can leave if that’s how you feel.” 

       “But you just got here! You can’t go so soon!” Luffy pouted as Chopper dressed his wounds. He never really explained to you what had happened to him and Zoro, just brushing it off as random pirates, so you weren’t going to push it. Nami, on the other hand, was pissed off.  

        “No, no,” Usopp backtracked, frantically waving his hands, “it’s nice that you’re here and all! Just, why?” 

        “Isn’t it obvious?” You looked both ways before dramatically raising a finger to your lips and whispering, “I’m here on super-duper top secret business.” 

        Chopper and Luffy gasped, loudly whispering back, “Super-duper top secret business!?” 

        You nodded, a playful gleam in your eyes as you smirked. “This is the most important job in the whole entire world- no, the universe.”

        The two of them bought it- hook, line, and sinker. They go close to your face, excitedly exclaiming, “What is it?! What is it?!” 

        “He’s clearly fucking with you, morons.” Zoro interjected before you could say anything else, a half-assed grin on his bandaged face. “It can’t be that cool of a job… right?” 

        “Yeah, it can’t be that important… right?” Usopp added on hesitantly. 

        You locked eyes with both of them. 

        “You’re also morons! You guys were totally buying it, too!” You realized, pointing at Zoro and Usopp with an accusatory finger. 

        “So you were fucking with us!” The swordsman yelled, an angry flush on his face. You could see Chopper, Luffy, and Usopp deflate and sulk out of the corner of your eye. 

        Your shit-eating smirk was knocked off your face as Nami punched the back of your head with the force of 30 men. “I’m not in the mood for this!” 

        “OW!” Your hands flew for the back of your head, trying to protect your precious skull. You frowned at the navigator when you felt a bump forming. “What the hell?! Why are you so pissed off, huh?!” 

        “Yeah, why is the only one who didn’t get hurt acting all emotional?” Usopp pondered, getting a carefree shrug from Luffy in response. 

        “Oh!” Chopped exclaimed. “Did you guys hear anything about the ‘Sky Island’?”

        That seemed to be the last straw for the redhead. 

        “‘Sky Island’?” She snapped, glaring daggers as her voice rose. “I don’t care anymore! When I mentioned it, everyone in the store laughed. Is everything I say funny?! it funny because I said it!? What did I do that was so funny, huh?!” 

        This was starting to get uncomfortable. You were expecting to party with the Straw Hats for a little bit, not witness a mental breakdown. You placed a hand on the short captain’s shoulder, leaning down to whisper, “I think I’m gonna go now. I still have a job to do.”  

        He grabbed your wrist before you could pull away, looking at you with big, excited eyes. “Take me with you! I wanna go on a super-duper secret important mission!” 

        “You sure?” You raised a brow, gaze flicking to his arguing crew. “Don’t you think they’re gonna be pissed when they realize their captain is gone? And I was joking all that- it’s gonna be super boring.” 

        “Please!” He begged. 

        “It’s gonna be super lame. I’m just looking for someone.” You tried. 

        Your excuses didn’t work on him. At all. Luffy was determined to go with you and get his way. As he sent a boyish grin your way, you felt your resolve slip. You had a major soft spot for kids, and he looked so happy just from the idea of going on this boring mission with you. What kind of monster would you be if you killed his dreams? 

        “Alright, fine,” you sighed, covering your face with your free hand out of exasperation. “If you really wanna come, then I guess I can’t stop you. Just be quiet and stay out of the way, okay?” 

        He cheered, pulling you off of his ship and onto the dock below. That boy had an iron grip on your wrist, carelessly dragging you behind him as he walked away, chattering nonchalantly. “You should show me your ship! I wanna see it! And you should get me lunch, too- wait, we should have lunch on your ship!” 

        You scoffed lightheartedly. He had some nerve, begging to come with you and then talking about eating lunch on your ship without being invited. But you couldn’t help but give into his demands- Luffy was just so charming, in that “weirdo clingy brother” way. Blood or not, he was definitely Ace’s brother, that was for sure. “Alright, alright. I’ll make you something to eat back on my ship once we finish up.” 

        You glanced back at the ship with the sheep bowsprit one last time. It seemed like they were still arguing- until sharp blue eyes met with your (color) ones. The woman -Robin, you assumed- waved at the two of you, sending you off with a smile. You smiled back, waving with enthusiasm until you and Luffy had turned around a corner. 

———

        It had taken the Straw Hat crew a little longer to notice that you and Luffy were gone than Robin was expecting. Should she have said something? Maybe. But she had also fallen victim to Luffy’s boyish charm. And everyone (minus Sanji, who enthusiastically greeted her upon seeing her) was arguing when she came back to the ship anyway. On top of all that, Robin knew that Luffy would be safe in your hands. 

        So when Nami had turned to hand Luffy the map Robin brought back with her and finally realized that their captain and the mercenary was gone, she didn’t feel too bad.

        “Where the hell did Luffy and (Name) go?! They were right there a second ago!”

        “That idiot,” Zoro scoffed. “He probably dragged (Name) off so he could get free lunch.” 

        Robin let her crewmates argue over it for a minute before butting in. “Zoro’s partially right.”

        As they all turned to gawk at her, Robin couldn’t help but smile- genuinely smile- as she explained what she saw just a few minutes ago. 

———

        Luffy was now wearing your new fur coat and some of your wallet chains. Why? Because he thought it would make him look cool. It was too big for him and the black fur clashed horribly with his outfit, but as long as he didn’t rip it, you didn’t care. If he wanted to look “as cool as you” (his words, not yours), then you would let him. It was either that or have him beg non-stop to carry one of your revolvers, and you absolutely were not going to give Luffy a firearm without teaching him proper gun safety. Ace would kill you. 

        “Could I wear the necklace, too?” 

        You groaned. 

        “Plllleasssee?” 

       “Y’know what, Luffy? If you’re going to beg me to give you my clothes, then we might as well stop by my ship and get you an outfit that I’m not actively wearing. You can eat whatever’s in the kitchen, too.”

        That did the trick (thank god). He didn’t bother to reply as he raced down the streets cheerfully, your wrist still in his hand, your jacket flapping wildly behind him. You weren’t really annoyed with him. He was a bit much to deal with, but you didn’t mind. It was nothing you couldn’t put up with. He was so genuinely intrigued by you that you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. 

        “You’re going the wrong way!” 

        “Oh yeah!” He skidded to a stop, pausing to look back at you expectantly. “I don’t know what your skip looks like! Or where it is!” 

        You broke your poor wrist out of his grip, grabbing his instead and tugging him along with you. “It’s actually right next to your ship. You might be disappointed by it, though; it’s not as cool as the Going Merry.”

        The young captain was almost skipping by your side, swinging the wrist that was in your hand back and forth blissfully, a huge smile on his face. You found yourself smiling, too, as you both walked to your sailboat. You loved Luffy’s  bright, cheerful nature. It was refreshing and reminded you of your own siblings. 

        “I bet your ship is a lot cooler than you think it is.” His sudden statement caught you off guard. 

        “Well, it’s practical, and that’s what really matters when it comes to transportation,” you explained, turning a corner that gave you a view of the ocean. “Especially if you’re sailing alone. I can’t have a big ship like the Merry- oh, there it is.” 

        Luffy’s eyes snapped to where you were pointing- a small, silver sailboat. 

        “WOAH!” He cried, running towards your boat at full speed. “A SAILBOAT?! That’s so cool!” 

        The two of you got a few stares from the townsfolk as Luffy continued his mad dash towards the Victory Joy. You laughed loudly at his enthusiasm- did he think everything was cool, or was it just because it was your stuff? You couldn’t tell, but it was funny either way. 

        “Here she is!” You announced as he jumped onto the deck. “The Victory Joy! Make yourself at home.” 

        Luffy ran around your small boat, loudly gawking at everything. You suddenly felt someone staring at you. Turning around, you were once again met with intelligent blue eyes. 

        “You wanna join us, Robin? We’re gonna play dress up and have a tea party.” You joked. You hadn’t met Robin properly yet- you talked to her over the transponder snail, of course, but not in person. She was a lot more personable in calls, it seemed. 

        “Robin!” Luffy exclaimed, appearing by your side. “Join us! It’ll be fun!” 

        She gave you a close-eyed smile as she jumped onto the hull of your ship. “I just might.”

        “Where’s everyone else?” Luffy asked, looking over her shoulder. 

        “They’re looking for you,” Robin explained. “I stayed behind to watch the ship.”

        Luffy laughed in response. Maybe you should’ve said something? It was much too late for that, though. The two of them followed you as you opened the door leading to your cabin. Luffy started digging around in your fridge immediately, fishing out the sandwiches and fruit you had been saving for dinner. Robin sat at your small dining room table, looking over everything. 

        You opened your cabinets, grabbing your kettle and tea leaves before freezing. You didn’t have a stove to make any tea. You made Ace heat up the kettle whenever he was around, and he was god-knows where. You smacked yourself in the face. “Shit, I completely forgot that I can’t make tea right now. Are you guys okay with water, wine, or orange juice?” 

        “I’ll take a glass of wine, please.” Robin replied, watching you move about the cabin. 

        When Luffy didn’t give you an answer, you turned around and saw that he had already helped himself to your orange juice. He had also eaten everything in your fridge and had moved onto your pantry, snacking away on your dried meat. You sighed- you had told him to make himself at home. 

        After pouring a glass of red wine for Robin, you pulled Luffy away from your pantry. He had gorged himself on basically everything, including the foods that were nearly spoiled. You shot a look towards Robin, who just smiled back. At least he had the decency to thank you. 

        Almost all of your clothes were way too big for Luffy, except for a pair of pants that just so happened to be the ones that Ace had left the last time he stayed with you. Your shirts were baggy on his smaller frame- you had to roll up the sleeves on one of your old white shirts and tuck the rest into his pants. And of course, he wanted to have a tie. And jewelry (he got sad when your rings were too big to fit on his fingers, so he had to settle for your necklace). And a belt. And he still wanted your jacket. 

         Robin chuckled as she watched Luffy strut around the small cabin. “Are you done?” 

        “He’d better be! I don’t have anything else to put on him!” You sighed.

         Luffy just laughed as you polished off your fourth glass of wine. “I’m ready! I look badass!” 

        “If you’re finally ready, then let’s go. I want to get this done before sundown.” You stood up, looking out the window. You had roughly three hours of sunlight left. “You’re free to take that bottle back to the Merry, Robin. Come on, Luffy.” 

        Luffy bounded after you, almost toe to heel. You didn’t wait for Robin to follow after you- she was capable. She could get back to the Merry without you having to watch her every move to make sure she didn’t do something stupid. 

        You found yourself yet again strolling through Mock Town with Luffy, hunting for Bellamy. And then it hit you. You never told Luffy what it was that he was tagging along for. 

        “Oi, Luffy, let me tell what we’re doing and how we’re gonna do it,” you called, pulling Bellamy’s folded up wanted poster out of your front pocket. You pointed to his face. “This is who we’re looking for. I just gotta talk to him.” 

        “Talk to me about what?” 

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[wimble-warcrime]

Synopsis: you and your crew take a break and celebrate during a festival

Word count: 2.1k

Pairing: Zoro x reader

Genre: fluff

Other: gn reader, lots of descriptive stuff (I got carried away), this doesn't conform to any kind of plot line.

A/N: My contribution to the @onepiece-reader-exchange for @some-piece, I hope you enjoy!! I used two of the three prompts cause I couldn't decide on one

Travelling with a well known pirate crew had its ups and downs; being unable to go places with a large government presence or having other crews constantly challenging you for notoriety were some of the downs.

But islands and port towns and cities with no outward hostility towards pirates were one of the perks, especially ones with such rich history and culture as the one you were docking on now, are one of them. Being able to experience the world with your own eyes, and not from the low quality photographs and articles in the paper, were another.

Your small crew of 11 were preparing to disembark on their own to explore, with Brook and Franky being tasked to stay behind to watch the ship. Nami, Chopper and Robin were going to do some shopping, Sanji and Usopp were going to look at food markets and food vendor stalls, Luffy had taken off long before then.

You were going off to explore and investigate the local festivities and traditions. The green haired swordsman tasked himself with accompanying you, claiming something along the lines of you being able to find good dispensaries as an excuse. Everyone else, well maybe not you and your captain, could tell he was crushing on you. You had simply nodded at this, just content to have some company.

…

You two found yourselves in the city centre, after climbing many well worn sandstone stairs. The city centre was beautiful; buildings built from sandstone and terracotta haphazardly stacked upon one another, braced by wooden pillars. 

The earth tones of the walls contrasted beautifully with the bright colours of the tiled roofed and walkways; reds, oranges and blues blending seamlessly with a smattering of green plants and trees accenting the alcoves and balconies. The city centre was a large circular open space, the sides lined with vendors hidden in the shade of the houses. Sandstone benches and a large stained glass water fountain in the centre broke up the worn down lacquered tiles that you stood on. 

With the way the sun was at its peak, the stained glass fountain scattered its iridescent rainbow light across the open space, catching on the ribbons and flags strung between the houses.

Your breath caught in your throat at this; it was like a dream. This hidden gem of island had more to offer than just its plentiful and colored beauty though; a festival was happening tonight, the biggest one to happen in 50 years.

The island and its inhabitants every year, got together to celebrate their summer solstice, with food and drink and dancing. But tonight was also the planetary alignment festival or as the locals called it “Halbanoury itoek.” It translates loosely to ‘eve of the 9 moons’. 

Of course after finding this out, you pulled your green haired companion along to inspect more of the traditional customs that came along with such a boisterous and timeless celebration. He only went along somewhat willingly with the promise of alcoholic beverages at the festival.

The locals informed you of a boutique where you would find customary hand made robes for the festival. There you also found, “Bepo!”

The marimo was unprepared for you sudden excited outburst, the comfortable silence being disrupted. The 7ft tall mass of white fur whirled around to find you hurling yourself into his chest. You were practically absorbed by the fluff on his stomach. He squealed in surprise and happiness.

“What are you doing here?” Zoro was the first to speak up. His tone held subtle animosity, knowing that wherever the bear was, the insomniac of a surgeon was sure to follow. He was perturbed at the thought of the doctor flirting with you like he usually did. He hated the thought of not having your attention, let alone it being on another swordsman.

While you and the bear chatted excitedly about your recent adventures, playing catchup, the one eyed swordsman studied the surrounding area for what he deemed a threat to his crewmate; the doctor. Standing on the other side of the large tiled circle, speaking to his other crewmates. Nami and Robin seemed to have already been to the boutique he was currently standing in front of, seeing their garments closely resembling the colourful robes hanging in the displays of the shopfront. They noticed the three of you, waving as they walked leisurely over to where Zoro stood.

You were being pulled into the boutique by a stout old woman, as this happened. Being ushered inside the cool building, your eyes took a minute to adjust to the sudden brightness or lack thereof. The walls and floor were all very different from the dark terracotta outside; inside there was dark wood lining the floors, with old persian carpets covering most of it. The walls were lined with so many bolts of fabric and garments that you could hardly see the actual structure. The light were dim oil lamps, likely on their last legs, and the whole place smelled like burning sandalwood incense and sweet tea leaves.

The old ladies' hands curled around your shoulder and arm pulling you into another room. You were bombarded with coloured fabrics; dyed linen and damask which would be measured and made into your festival robes. They, the old woman and her young fresh faced assistant decided on a deep rich purple linen for the main robe, with a gold and turmeric orange damask sash. 

The robe, an ankle length and shapeless dress, would have a leather belt in the same colour as the sash to accentuate your waist, and tassels along the bottom edges and sleeves. About a half hour after being measured, you were looking around the store when you were again whisked away to the same back room as before, this time with the finished piece. Very quickly done, but after centuries of this kind of service, said trade would be perfected. You were dressed; the rich purple robe felt nice and light on your skin, and the sash was wrapped around your left shoulder and arm, and secured into place with the leather belt.

You donned a pair of strappy leather sandals at the request of the assistant, and with a gold bracelet and chain necklace, you were deemed ready for the festival. The traditional robes, as you had found out from the old lady, were to be mostly colours of the night sky, with colours of the sun to accent them; this showed support for their sun god. Only priests and kings could wear the colours of the sun on this day. Their robes would be much older and more intricate; the citizens' robes were modified versions of these formal robes.

You exited the shop, squinting briefly at the sudden sunlight blinding you. As your eyes adjusted, your sword wielding admirers took this chance to take in your transformation. You looked stunning. Robin approached with a hair ornament, taking whatever longer parts of your hair she could and twisting and clipping the ornament into place. It was a gold plated bird, with its wings open in flight. Its tail feathers came up in a twisty fashion, mimicking fire almost. The eyes were a native gemstone; an opalish stone with threads of iridescent colours running through it.

“There, now you blend in with the locals.” one of the highest compliments you ever received from the archeologist. Her robes were a similar rich purple, but more like a deep amethyst. Her sash and belt were bronze and russet. Nami’s robes were a lighter blue, with copper and red accents. They both looked very beautiful. 

You turned to your companion and the newest arrival; “Are you two going to get robes too?” Zoro looked about ready to die for some odd reason, standing next to what you now saw was an already robed Trafalgar Law. 

“Of course you’re already wearing some Law. Trying to do some recon?” A playful jab at his known and bad attempts at blending in before. He frowned at this, “No, Y/N-ya.” He went on to explain what he was doing here, even though you hadn’t asked. It was still a welcomed tidbit of knowledge, to know that he got a little blushy and flustered when he made eye contact with you.

Chopper was next to get his robes, returning from the shop with a child sized light blue robe, similar to Nami’s, and a gold sash. The six of you made your way around town, with the girls stopping to look into some stores every now and then, sometimes dragging you and Chopper along. Law and Zoro bickered the whole way, constantly vying for your attention on a certain topic; could they be more obvious?

Apparently not, seeing as you mostly brushed them off unless they were talking about the festival. You rambled on when the conversation turned around, talking about how cool the planetary alignment was, and which constellation would be visible. The two of them shut up when this happened, trained on every word, every movement of your mouth as you spoke animatedly about the topic of space and astronomy. You enjoyed the attention you got from the swordsmen, basking in the glow of appreciation for your words.

By the time the sun was beginning to set, your small group had made it to a small square of open space, this time with a lush floral garden in the centre of the tiled space. People were starting to come out of their homes, carrying lanterns and lighting them, filling up the darkening streets with sweet golden light. 

You followed them through the winding streets, coming to a clearing. It dipped down in the middle, with large slopping paved steps that acted as seats. In the centre farther back, stood several large stones, placed precariously in a fashion that mimicked the arches of the houses in the city. An altar sat before the stones, large and sculpted from the same sandstone as everything else. It was painted in bright swirls of yellows and oranges, which bled into the blue and teal tiles decorating the flat bottom of the clearing. 

People lined the sloping steps, holding lanterns of all sizes. They all stood and watched as the sun set, music playing in the background. You found yourself tucked in between the two men, syphoning from their body heat as the temperature lowered with the sun, your knuckles grazed theirs, as you stood.

By the time the sun set, you had started to shiver, the thin robes not enough to keep you warm. As the rest of the locals filed out of the clearing and into the city streets, the smell of food and alcohol hit you. You managed to snag a spot in a grassy alcove, with Chopper and Robin keeping it occupied while the rest went off in search of food. The cheers and laughter of people surrounded you, and paired with the golden glow of the lanterns, made for a warm and welcoming environment.

You followed Law to a food stall, one that hosted a variety of foods, including his least favourite. You giggled at his curled lip and scrunched nose when he eyed the sandwiches. You grabbed a few for Chopper, knowing he liked these kinds specifically, and teasing Law by trying to feed him the bread. His reaction only served to make you laugh harder. You continued, finally finding a food stall that hosted food up to Law’s standards. You were still laughing by the time you got there, this time for a different reason.

Zoro was also there, for the sake. He frowned when he saw your smiling face next to Law, upset that he wasn't the one to have caused it. The two of them bickered over nothing, while you patronised another stall. Finally deciding you had enough food for the group, you returned, leaving the two idiots behind.

The place you left Robin and Chopper was now occupied with the rest of your crew, happily drinking, eating and talking the night away. Zoro was lounging on his side, sipping on some mystery alcohol, while Law was being harassed by your captain.

You took up a spot beside the marimo, setting down the food you bought and getting comfy.

To you surprise, he asked you to explain to him the significance of this festival, and why everyone was talking about the sky. You launched into a lengthy explanation after a moment of shock.

The rest of the crew listened in to your words, quieting down as you told them the myths and science behind the phenomenon.

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[dark-night-star-light]

Spirit Animals: Rise and Fall (Reread pt. 6)

DISCLAIMER: WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR BOOKS ONE THROUGH SEVEN AND BOOKS ONE THROUGH THREE IN SECOND SERIES. 

Masterpost

Chapter 1

“ . . . Abeke and Meilin were chained together at the ankles with heavy links of iron” (2). Didn’t Gerathon say that Meilin didn’t need shackles?

“ . . . he’d been the only one to bring them food to eat and fresh water to drink. They’d have died without him” (2). No??? They would’ve just sent someone else to bring them food and water instead. They are prisoners, right?

“‘The lord is still alive, and I’m doing my best to make sure the Niloans who live here are kept safe and have enough to eat . . . ’” (3). I mean, it could be worse? Assuming Shane isn’t lying, of course.

“Abeke glanced at Meilin, who nodded imperceptibly” (4). Good to know she’s back to her logical self.

I forgot Drina has only one personality trait: mean.

“Abeke sensed that this conversation between siblings would have gone differently if Zerif hadn't been there” (5). In what way, though?

“‘ . . . there is no need to squabble like children’” (6). Both Shane and Drina are literally children. Shane is thirteen, maximum. Drina is two years older. 

“What Soama had most wanted was to feel pretty, and the easiest way to accomplish that had been to make Abeke feel ugly” (6). I- Abeke needs to get the hell away from her shitty family.

“‘Gar wants them brought ashore, but dear me if he didn’t say how . . . ’��� (7). They’re still trying to keep up the lie that Gar is the Devourer, right? So Zerif could (possibly) be pretending Gar gave the order when it was really Shane. So maybe this line is Zerif trying to get back at Shane? And the next line: “Shane started to protest . . . ” (7), could be Shane trying to order Zerif into submission.

Chapter 2

Aw, Rollan refers to Conor as his “best friend”.

“‘Yeah!’ Conor joined. ‘Shh, Rollan.’ ‘Tarik clamped his other hand over Conor’s mouth” (14). Tarik is like: you get what you give.

I like how they describe Essix’s vision as being different from what Rollan is used to and how it took some getting used to. 

OH, IRTIKE! I REMEMBER HER.

“‘Abeke’s father, Pojalo, became the new chieftain when our old one was killed . . . ’” (19). Wait, I thought he was already chieftain???

“Lips lined with kohl, a beaded headpiece flashing on her forehead, the girl simply looked more . . . precious than Abeke” (21). Honestly, it’s such a big oof for Soama that she puts so much effort into looking good and is still insecure enough to belittle Abeke and not even be considered more attractive by the general public.

Conor yelling at Pojalo: Yes, get him, get his abusive ass.

It’s funny that he just pauses in the middle of his outburst to say “Sir!”

Chapter 3

Conor wondering why abusive parents exist for a whole page:

“‘I’ll sleep wherever you order me to, my dear generals’” (37). Generals??? Plural??? Rollan possibly seeing Conor as a leader??? (Even if it is a joke-)

“ . . . all Conor could do was drop to his knees and cover his head as the flood crawled over him” (39). So they just . . . laid on the ground and let the monkeys essentially stampede them??? Hilarious.

“Essix soared in and plucked a baboon from Rollan . . . ” (40). Why isn’t she just taking the talisman???

Oh, okay, she got it.

“ . . . then secured the Slate Elephant in his satchel alongside the Granite Ram” (41). I still think it’s incredibly stupid to keep the talismans in their packs instead of, like, around their necks??? That way if they get into trouble they can use them immediately.

“‘What is with the people from Okaihee?’ Rollan asked, shaking his head. ‘So pushy’” (43). Abeke isn’t???

Awwwww, they’re so mean to the mole rat.

“‘People too young have been taken from us, perhaps forever . . . ’” (46). Kind of reminds me of what Barlow from the first book said.

“‘Most spirit animals like to have some say in their own naming. They are not pets. They’re partners’” (46). How can a spirit animal decide its own name??? Also, even if they are partners, I bet you’d have to go through a lot of people to find one that picked their own name. Even humans don’t pick our own names??? Our parents (usually) do???

Rollan continues to be ridiculously mean toward Irtike.

Chapter 4

Meilin once beat her own father in a sparring match???

“Bile is stronger than Nectar, because it allows one will to dominate . . . ” (51). One will? Not the human’s will? Does that mean that Gerathon can choose who she wants to control the other?

“The panda stared back at her, her jaw moving back and forth, like she was chewing bamboo” (55). Oh no. I wonder why Jhi didn’t want to go? Was it to prove a point? Or did she have a reason?

“Shane stood there, arms crossed over his powerful chest, his saber prominent at his hips” (56). This line makes Shane seem like a love interest in a young adult enemies-to-lovers fic (confirmed by my acquaintances, who thought Shane was 19-20 years old based off of that one line). 

“‘The moment you refuse to do something Uncle Gar asks, I’ve been ordered to kill you’” (56). Does that mean Shane is actually the one giving the order?

Chapter 5

“ . . . they’d already passed squads of Conquerors transporting captured Niloans” (57). Didn’t Shane say they were being kept in their homes??? Did I remember that wrong?

The animals are being mind-controlled into going straight south?

Why didn’t the Conquerors just send their animals through the pass to Cabaro, like the Greencloaks are planning on doing?

Chapter 6

“‘Rollan. You haven’t mentioned Meilin since we left Oceanus’” (65). HMmmMMmmMmMMMMMMmmmmMm.

The Reima story: it kind of shows how private and cautious Tarik is, and more than that shows that he trusts Rollan.

Also, definitely some heavy foreshadowing there. The authors were definitely using this as a set up for Rollan to show how much he missed Tarik in the second series. It also sets up Rollan’s intuitive skills.

Also, this emotional moment is definitely building up to Tarik’s death. Tightening the bond before it all goes down.

Briggan slipping after doubling in size is quite funny.

“‘And Briggan none of the Great Beasts would have claimed you were the smartest among us . . . ’” (77). Did Cabaro just roast Briggan?

“‘They call you up when they want you to risk your necks in combat. They banish you when you are no longer convenient, like a parlor trick’” (77). First of all, how does Cabaro know what a parlor is? Second of all, I’ve been wondering when this was going to be addressed. He’s not wrong.

“You are my best friend” (78). Didn’t Rollan say Conor was his best friend? Does he have a human best friend and a falcon best friend?

Chapter 7

“Though Gar was an impressive man, Abeke started to realize how small he looked compared to Gerathon” (85). Symbolism.

“ . . . familiar features under brown-and-silver hair, the circlet across his forehead . . . ” (86). Is his hair brown and silver or is his hair brown with a silver circlet?

“Drina spoke, and for some reason the moment she started speaking Shane’s face went pale” (86). So did Drina know that she was going to die? Or did Shane and Gar make the plan without telling her?

Do the Conquerors know that Shane is their true leader?

“ . . . a drop of poison emerged from each, shining green-yellow in the sunlight” (89). The Bile is also green-yellow. Is Gerathon’s poison Bile? Maybe a ridiculously large amount of Bile is deadly? A cool concept . . . 

“The girl shook her boot frantically, trying to get the noxious fluid off. Once she had, her lips curled back in disgust. ‘So foul,’ she muttered” (89). Symbolism for the Bile?

“But the giant arachnid was under Gerathon’s control now” (91). Okay, so Gerathon can control the animals directly.

Here’s the thing about Shane escaping with Abeke, right? He took the Bile, too? So if they left Meilin behind, shouldn’t they also have left Shane? Wait, does Abeke think that Shane bonded without Bile?

“‘You and I never drank the Bile. Our bonds came naturally’” (97). Okay, so Abeke does think that Shane’s bond is natural. Also, wow, what a liar.

Chapter 8

“When the first group crumpled and the ostriches were preparing to attack again, Zerif shouted a command” (102). Why didn’t they just shoot the ostriches first? From a distance, they could do it. Also, what were these Conquerors told was going to happen to them? “Oh, you’re the first line of defense and you’re going to be killed for sure”?

I don’t remember Irtike telling them about the horses at all. Huh.

“ . . . Rollan edged himself back up his horse, and managed to unstrap himself even while riding forward” (104). Isn’t Rollan bad with horses. Just. A thought. 

“Gerathon” (105). Okay, so the Conqueror base storyline and the Cabaro storyline must be a little staggered. Gerathon couldn’t have gotten there so quickly after the show with the Conquerors, so this must be happening while Abeke and Shane are on the ship to Greenhaven??? But that also doesn’t make sense, because they arrive after Conor and Rollan?

“‘Conor, is this what I sounded like that day Olvan asked us to become Greencloaks?’” (111). Yeah, pretty much.

Conor climbing Briggan is so iconic. 

“The Great Wolf was breathing but seemed stunned - he tried to get to his feet and failed” (113). Why doesn’t Conor just put him in passive?

Oh, okay, he does. Eventually.

Chapter 9

I think Abeke should’ve just taken Meilin with her and locked her in a dungeon.

“ . . . but only the speed of their ship would determine Abeke and Shane’s fate now” (116). Who exactly is manning this ship? Conquerors? That doesn’t seem right.

Again, why didn’t Jhi go into passive when Meilin asked? It makes the most sense? IS she just trying to prove a point?

Aw, she thought of Rollan.

Yeah, get him, Jhi! Also it’s really weird that Jhi was ready to fight and not Meilin.

Awww, Meilin-Jhi snuggling!

Chapter 10

Cabaro-Gerathon fight: honestly not sure who I want to win.

“‘But why trap us when he could have just aimed that boulder nearer and killed is instead?’” (132). Exactly. Even if Cabaro wanted someone else to do it for him, he could have just done it himself with the same amount of effort???

Wait, is he trying to stall the Conquerors, too?

Wait, Tarik got bitten by Gerathon? I thought Gar kills him?

The image of Gar and Rollan standing eye to eye and only separated by a boulder is so chilling.

Tarik’s death is so much quicker than I remember. Also, Gar did in fact kill Tarik.

Chapter 11

Oh, so Conor and Irtike found the slope upward because of Irtike’s earth abilities.

“Seeing the giant cat bearing down, Conor went numb’” (142). Is one of Cabaro’s powers making his enemies fear him?

Couldn’t Cabaro have bitten Conor when he tried to take the talisman?

Oh, wait. He’s at the back of his head. 

“‘Rollan!’ Conor barked, surprised by the force behind his own voice. ‘Pick it up. Now!’” (146). Conor leadership arc!

Rollan is so emotionless, no-

Okay, Conor’s development seems a tad bit quick-

The Golden Lion’s power is: sound roar. Actually a really cool concept.

“Everything that had made up Cabaro’s animal kingdom - the lagoon, the trees - was buried” (152). Wow, they buried a whole-ass oasis with one collapsed cliff?

“‘I liked you better the old way,’ snapped Rollan, his eyes flashing. ‘I liked the sheep boy.’ Conor nodded. ‘I did too,’ he said softly. ‘But he’s gone’” (155). Somehow Conor got about 80% of his development for the series within a single chapter. 

Why didn’t they use the Slate Elephant and fly out of Nilo? That would’ve been so much faster.

“‘I’m sorry for anything bad I ever said about him. He saved our lives’” (155). But why was Rollan so mean in the first place??? There was no reason???

Mikak! The mole rat!

Oooooooooh, Gar’s ~wolverine~ has been discovered.

Chapter 12

“He’d . . . kill and scale the fish before wriggling back into his shirt” (158). Um, wouldn’t Abeke have seen the tattoo of Grahv if he was going around shirtless? Wouldn’t she have known he was the Devourer? Maybe he was wearing an undershirt?

“They were lucky to be on Shane’s family’s ship, which he clearly knew so well; otherwise they could never have managed an oceangoing vessel with just the two of them” (158). Oh, so it is just the two of them. No crew or anything. Huh.

“‘But I didn’t know it was true until I summoned Uraza. I know now that in that moment my father should have been proud . . . ’” (160). EXACTLY. 

“Evidently she wasn’t as sure [that Shane could be trusted]” (163). Trust your spirit animal! Trust your spirit animal! TRUST YOUR SPIRIT ANIMAL! 

Chapter 13

“ . . . it had still been less than twenty-four hours since they dragged themselves into Greenhaven . . . ” (165). How did they get there quicker than Abeke and Shane?

“‘The Golden Lion joins the other talismans we have fought so hard to keep safe. The Slate Elephant of Dinesh. The Bronze Eagle of Halawir. The Silver Wolf of Briggan. The Amber Leopard of Uraza. The Bamboo Panda of Jhi. The Copper Falcon of Essix. The Obsidian Ape of Kovo. The Marble Swan of Ninani’” (167). Okay, didn’t Olvan say in Wild Born that the talismans of the four fallen, Kovo and Gerathon were missing? Gerathon’s is in the hands of the Conquerors, obviously, but how did they get the four fallen’s and Kovo’s??? Plot hole??? 

“‘I know Tarik would want us to celebrate those among us today who helped gather the talismans: Conor, Rollan, and the Keeper’” (167). The same Keeper that Drina lost to? Huh, I don’t remember this detail. Also, does that mean while the four were following the main storyline, the Keeper was hunting down the four fallen’s and Kovo’s talismans?

“‘I present the remaining two talismans. The Granite Ram of Arax and the Coral Octopus of Mulop’” (168). Wait, why didn’t Rollan have the Slate Elephant? Why is it on the dais instead of with Conor and Rollan? Didn’t they have it? That means the Slate Elephant also gets stolen . . . 

“‘You’re safe!’ Conor said, pressing away. ‘Oh, let me look at you’” (169). Abeke and Conor's relationship might even be better than Meilin and Rollan’s. Might.

“‘I think there’s an easy way to resolve this. Shane, bring forth your spirit animal, and that will settle it’” (172). Conor's leadership arc is going strong. Also, he clearly wants to believe Abeke. His trust in ABeke outweighs his hatred for Shane . . . awww.

“Shane shook his head. ‘If you’re not going to trust me now, you never will. I thought Abeke was your friend. Why doesn’t her word matter to you?’” (172). Wow, Shane’s manipulation has reached a whole new level. You can actually not trust someone, then trust them? And they don’t “trust” Abeke because she wasn’t there with them?

Chapter 14

“She’d assumed it was Gar. But was that . . . Shane?” (174). I don’t think it was? It probably wasn’t . . . because Shane was also at that battle.

“‘Don’t be sorry!’ Rollan yelled. ‘Just run!’” (175). Exactly!

“But she wouldn’t let herself collapse - the best thing to do now was stop the plot she’d helped put in motion” (175). I actually hate when characters just do something mildly wrong and then let their guilt swallow them and they just wallow in self-pity forever. Then some other character has to come and coddle their ass and make them feel better, but in this case Abeke actually tries her best to stop the scheme, which I absolutely love. 

“ . . . this battle would be over soon. And then the room went black” (177). Oh no. Also, I remember Shane beating them by himself, but they were actually winning until Halawir came.

The way this scene was written is just . . . so good. So good. 

Also, it’s funny how you root for something to happen during a reread even when you know the exact opposite actually happens-

“Halawir was on Shane’s side” (179). Okay, but why? What’s his motive? If it’s ever explained, I don’t remember it.

“‘The Conquerors have all our talismans. Nothing can stop them now’” (181). Bleak.

Chapter 15

“She’d spent the afternoon and early evening apologizing. Clearly, she was sick of her own voice” (182). At least she’s not throwing herself a pity party. 

“‘She’s my friend. I had no option but to love her, whatever she did’” (183). Awww.

“‘You’re being nice to me. I don’t deserve that’” (183). Oh no, the pity party starts. I think they should’ve gone the route of having Abeke steel herself and use that to drive her.

“‘ . . . it’s that some bonds aren’t unconditional. Sometimes the family you find can be better for you than the one you grew up with’” (184). Yeah! Abeke realizes her family is abusive!

“‘Don’t you think you have enough to feel guilty about without killing me too?’” (185). I know he was joking but that was lowkey mean?

“I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone, but I have complete faith in you two, of course’” (185). Okay . . . Rollan’s redeemed himself for being mean, in my eyes. Also, he’s going to have to tell the other Greencloaks that he has two talismans at some point anyway, right?

I still think storywise, it would’ve been better to also have the Slate Elephant. It was with Rollan and Conor, so it shouldn’t have been on the dais anyway. Then, when they realized the three that were left were the three that they acquired, it would give them a sense of hope. Also, each of the three of them could've had a talisman. In my humble opinion, this would’ve been better.

Final thoughts and rating:

I thought this book was one of the better ones. The way Rollan’s grief is written and the scene where Shane steals the talismans are both done so well. The talisman theft scene was written so well it made you feel the ambush just as the characters felt it because of the reveal happening toward the end and leaving you stunned. The scene was written incredibly. Shane’s manipulation, I feel, was also written so well. It was perfectly done. I love how Abeke realizes her family is pretty shitty and she doesn’t have to settle for that. Drina’s death was done incredibly. The way it’s described, the way the Conquerors react, the horror of being killed by your own spirit animal? Well done. Meilin was also better in this book. She apologizes, but doesn’t over-apologize, which I appreciate. The scene with her and Jhi was incredibly emotional and heart-breaking. 

Conor’s leadership arc felt a tad rushed to me. Like, he sort of gets all of his major development within a single chapter, which felt a little odd. Conor yelling at Pojalo was one of my favorite moments, though. Abeke’s (small) pity party annoyed me, but I was relieved at how quickly she got over it. Rollan being mean to Mikak for no reason still makes no sense to me? He was just being mean for the sake of being mean, not because of any internal insecurities or outward defensiveness or anything. 

Rating: 9/10

#draeyem rereads spirit animals #rise and fall #spirit animals series #spirit animals books #sa spoiler #abeke #conor #meilin #rollan #shane #tarik #irtike

[sneezyminniejo]

helloooooooooooo can i request Soobin with a lot of cough?

Here it is, hope you enjoy

Coughing Coughing, 1, 2, 3

Soobin groaned as he woke up and attempted to clear his throat. He almost immediately broke into a coughing fit and shoved his face into his pillow to muffle the outburst. Soobin knew he’d been coming down with something, as the day before his throat was a little bit sore and he’d spent a good chunk of the day clearing it of mucus as it congregated near his uvula.

Soobin sighed as he sat up, immediately feeling the irritation on his throat. He took a couple sips of water in a fruitless attempt to soothe his throat, which he knows will be raw by the end of the day. He grabbed his phone and a mask before leaving his room.

Soobin saw Taehyun in the kitchen getting breakfast started. He would normally help, but he knew that he’d be more of a hindrance than help. Besides, if he cooked, he could potentially get the others sick, and he would prefer to keep his cold to himself as long as possible.

Taehyun saw Soobin enter the room in his periphery. His attention was pretty firmly on not burning breakfast, so he didn’t turn to face the elder. “Morning hyung. If you want to get star-” Taehyun was abruptly cut off by the leader launching into a painful sounding coughing fit. Taehyun furrowed his brows in concern before grabbing the kettle and filling it with water before putting it on a free burner.

“That did not sound good, hyung.” The second said as he went back to cooking breakfast. “It didn’t feel good either.” The duo then fell into a relative silence. The only sounds to be heard were the cooking food and occasional coughs from Soobin. Once he finished making breakfast, Taehyun went to make sure the others were awake. He also grabbed the thermometer and cough medicine while he was at it.

Beomgyu and Kai tiredly walked into the dining room, not noticing anything amiss. Yeonjun on the other hand, had seen Taehyun grab the thermometer and medicine, and he instantly became concerned. Yeonjun, who hadn’t yet heard or seen Soobin, cornered Taehyun in the hallway and placed his hand on the younger’s forehead.

Taehyun quickly brushed Yeonjun’s hand off of him and chuckled a little at his concern. “Hyung, I’m not sick. Soobin is.” Yeonjun looked a little confused, until he heard a deep chesty coughing fit coming from the dining room. Taehyun brushed past Yeonjun with the thermometer and medicine and Yeonjun was quick to follow.

The coughing fit had woken up Beomgyu and Kai, as when Taehyun and Yeonjun reached the dining room, one was looking at the leader concernedly and the other was making a mug of tea using the now hot water that Taehyun had started. Taehyun scanned Soobin’s forehead and frowned at the number. He then placed the cold medicine on the table in front of Soobin, who gladly took it.

“We don’t have anything going on today, do we?” Beomgyu asked as he began to set the table for breakfast. Soobin sighed as he tried and failed to clear his throat. “We have dance practice today then after that Taehyun and Kai have vocal lessons.” Soobin coughed into his fist before drinking some of his tea.

Over the course of breakfast and while the group was getting ready to leave, it had become very apparent that Soobin wasn’t in any real condition to dance. It wasn’t so much that he was coughing a lot, but the intensity of each fit caused the members to wince in sympathy. Everyone was certain that with how hard the leader was coughing, it wouldn’t be very long before he lost his voice.

The group arrived at the dance studio and Soobin was in the midst of a coughing fit when the instructor walked in. The instructor instantly put Soobin on the sidelines, which the leader was silently grateful for. He honestly wasn’t sure he would have been able to make it through practice with how intense his coughing fits were. Soobin sat on the sofa in the room and watched the practice while checking and answering emails from company higher ups.

When dance practice ended, Kai and Taehyun packed up their things and went to vocal lessons, while Yeonjun and Beomgyu decided to accompany Soobin back to the dorm. Soobin had been rather glad when practice ended. Even though he was made to sit out, he was left exhausted by the end just from the harsh coughing fits he kept having. He listlessly grabbed his bag and followed Yeonjun and Beomgyu out of the building.

Upon entering the dorm, Soobin made an exhausted huff as he threw himself onto the couch. A move which he regretted, as the jerk of the landing triggered yet another coughing fit. “This sucks.” Soobin said as soon as he finished.

Yeonjun smiled in sympathy as he sat down next to the younger with a mug of tea in his hands. “I’m sure it does suck. Those coughs sound like they hurt. On the plus side, instructor-nim deemed you too sick to partake in practice, so you’re guaranteed a couple days rest.” Soobin nodded and accepted the offered tea, making a contented sigh as the hot beverage made its way down his throat.

Once Soobin finished the tea, his eyes began to droop. Yeonjun, of course, noticed this. “Come on Binnie, let’s get you to bed.” Soobin nodded as he placed the mug on the table and stood up. He walked to his room and saw Beomgyu exiting it before he could enter. “Hyung, I set up the humidifier to help with any congestion you might have.” Beomgyu said with a smile. Soobin muttered a thank you before crawling into his bed. He fell asleep a couple moments later.

Soobin woke up two hours later to the sound of Kai and Taehyun returning from their lessons. He got out of bed and went to open his door, only to be bent at the waist with yet another coughing fit. He groaned internally and left his room. When he left his room he could smell food being cooked, so he made his way to the dining room.

“Morning sleepyhead.” Yeonjun said as Soobin sat down. Soobin’s sleep addled brain was still out of it, just enough to slightly panic and grab his phone to check the time. He glared at the older, who chuckled in response. “Not funny hyung.” Soobin’s voice was raspier than normal and cracked part way through. The leader placed his head on the table in frustration.

“Relax Bin, it’s just an expression. And since you’ve been coughing so much and so hard today that you’ve lost your voice, I think it’s safe to say that you definitely won’t be doing vocal lessons until after you’re better.” All Soobin could do was nod in response. A few moments later, Beomgyu entered the dining room carrying a pot of stew. He placed it on the table then hollered for Kai and Taehyun to join them for dinner.

Dinner had been quieter and less chaotic than it normally is. All the members knew that Soobin wasn’t feeling well, add in the fact that he lost his voice, and it removed the fun of being overly chaotic at meal times. It was only fun if all members at the table were willing to partake in the shenanigans.

When the five men finished dinner, they decided to watch a movie. Beomgyu had somehow found a British film about a poor boy who decides to become a chef in part due to his poor upbringing and in part because of his love of toast. Yeonjun initially scoffed at the plot, but everyone stayed to watch as it had Freddie Highmore and Helena Bonham Carter in the cast. They all wound up enjoying the movie and a couple of tears were shed. The five members went to bed after the movie ended.

The following morning, Soobin was very much still sick. His voice had recovered a little bit during the night thanks to the fact that it’s impossible to cough when you’re dead asleep. However it disappeared again half way through breakfast. As much as Soobin wanted to go with the members to at the very least watch dance practice, Yeonjun however, convinced him that staying home and getting as much rest as possible would be the better option.

This went on for the next few days. Soobin’s voice slowly returning as the coughing diminished. As it happens when people live and work in close quarters with eachother, the other members had caught Soobin’s cold. However, to Soobin’s annoyance, it was practically a case of the sniffles with an irritated throat. None of them were sidelined during practice, and none of them lost their voices. Needless to say, Soobin was a little mad at something he had no control over. But he was also relieved that his members weren’t nearly as miserable as he was when he was sick.

#txt #tomorrow x together #sickfic

[thunderousone]

Chapter 21

Summary: The aftermath of the fight.

TW: depression, profanity, graphic depictions of sex, pain kink, childhood trauma, parental trauma, chronic pain

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Status: Finished work! Chapter 21/23.5

Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated 🤍

masterlist | read it first on ao3

It took a week for Eirene to awaken.  

Her muscles were so painfully sore, but the pain meant she was alive. As her eyes fluttered open she saw a vase of beautiful white roses and a long extinguished candle. She groaned and rolled over to her back. The bed next to her shifted and she heard a book close. Vír got out of bed and walked around the bed to Eirene's side, kneeling on the floor as he put his hand on her cheek.  

His face was pale with dark purple circles around his eyes, like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were already brimming with tears as he she blinked her eyes open further to take him in.  

"An angel," she said quietly. Her love laughed and kissed her forehead.  

"I'm so glad you're here," was all he said. He pushed his forehead to hers, a slight current between the two, but nothing like before. Perhaps she was still recovering her magic from her outburst with Ravi.  

Ravi.  

She struggled to push herself upright and pulled his face up with hers. He sat with her on the bed and pushed her wild hair back. "Be careful, love. You've been out for a while. Take it slow. Here," he handed her a glass of water from near the flowers and he smiled at them. "Yvonne has been replacing these every day so you'd have fresh flowers to take up to," he laughed. The smile didn't quite reach his eyes.  

The cool glass felt good on her lips and she drank the glass dry. "What happened?" She didn't need to say more than that. He knew what she was asking.  

"He's gone. The lightning leapt out of you, no one would have been able to control it..." He looked down at her hands and rubbed at the lightning bolts. The vibration of his rumble was there and her lightning answered back softly, a ghost of what it once was. He must have noticed too because he continued to massage his thumbs into her palms, hoping to feel that tug like before.  

"I feel... normal," Eirene managed to say. "Maybe not normal," she spared a smirk. She noticed she could smell the flowers abnormally well. That she could see in the darkness better than before. That she could smell Vír like never before. "I think... it chose me?"  

Vír pushed a soft kiss into her mouth. "I believe it did... Thank the gods for that or you'd probably be dead after that terrifying display," he laughed. "Let's get you up, showered, and some food in you." 

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She bathed with some heavy assistance from Vír and carefully walked downstairs. The air was different in the house, though she chalked it up to her new powers. The house felt more still than normal. She saw Yvonne watching her as she walked around the house, prepping some food. Eirene sat at the table and Yvonne set two places.  

"Is Lyire not joining us? I half expected him to be waiting outside the door when I woke up," Eirene began drinking some more water laid out of her. Something about the way Yvonne avoided her eyes told her something was wrong. Yvonne quickly turned her back and headed upstairs.  

Lowering to his seat, Vír put his arm on her shoulders, no longer mindful of her sparks. "Things are going to be... different around here for a while," He was having trouble meeting her eyes too. Something was definitely wrong. Her breath began to pick up and Vír put his other hand on her chest over her heart. "He's fine, he's fine, calm down, love. Please," he pleaded her.  

"Where is he?" Fear choking her words.  

Vir put his forehead to hers again in a calming motion. "He's fine. He's alive but he's... Working through something at the moment," He pulled his head just far enough away to look her in her eyes. Now that the element chose her, Eirene's once brown eyes now shone with flecks of gold, like sparks that seemed to brighten when Vír was near. Now that her eyes were open again he almost never wanted to look away. "My father had stolen a power from someone. One of Hino's closest friends. Smoke. And when my father died, the Smoke had no home to go to, but instead of choosing a new wielder it went to Lyire... We think it was trying to save him after nearly killing him. He's in Hino's territory until he learns how to control it or expel it. Working with Hino to figure it out since the two powers are very... closely related," 

"Bonded elements," Eirene found the words it seemed Vír was dancing around. 

He grinned through gritted teeth, seeming almost irritated by the words. "Yes, my love," was all he said as he pressed another soft kiss into her lips. 

With her newly improved hearing, she swore she could hear a muffled sob of Yvonne from upstairs.  

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For a day or so after Eirene awoke she spent a great deal of time with Yvonne, consoling her. The two of them, Lyire and herself, had fallen in love over the past few years. It was a quiet, soft love. A love that comes from knowing someone so well that you know them better than anyone else. She called it a silly love, because she wasn't his mate. They both knew that. But it was still love. Being away was a great heartache. She seemed to believe that he might return changed, though Eirene highly doubted that.  

"You must think me silly, crying over some man who isn't even my mate when you almost lost your own mate just a week ago, I'm pathetic," Yvonne said through soft tears one evening.  

Her own mate. The words sounded so weird coming from Yvonne's mouth it almost made Eirene cringe. She loved Vír and her magic loved Vír, but now that it was calm within her... it felt different. It felt like the love between two people, not some force of nature like it was before.  

That didn't stop her from loving him. Or wanting him for that matter.  

She still found herself desperate for his touch. Longing for his hands on her, moving like a master sculpture as he touched every inch of her body. 

After consoling Yvonne, she longed to see Vír. To be with him. She went to her room and changed into some new underwear she'd found in her dresser. Apparently while she was out Yvonne found therapy in buying new clothes for her friend. She found a few different sets of lingerie but a red satin one called to her the most. It was bright against her fair skin and she slid his soft plush blanket over her shoulders and entered his study.  

He looked up from his paperwork at his desk to see her standing in the door way, wrapped in a blanket. "My love what are you... Oh," His look of confusion melted into that sinful look as his eyes narrowed on her. She knew he could smell how badly she wanted him. Wanted to be with him, to find release in each other and in their elements. As he rose from his chair behind the desk he put his hands on either side, like a cat stalking it's prey. She walked toward the warm fireplace and dropped the blanket on the hearth in front of it. The warm flames licked at her back and sent goosebumps along her spine. 

She stood there wrapped in red satin like a gift for him as her breasts grew heavy with ache and her nipples pushed hard on the satin bra. He drank her up slowly as he approached with his signature almost drunken like swagger. His piercing eyes not missing a single spot of her, looking at her very soul. He didn't lay a hand on her as he approached. She saw him pressed hard against his pants and he winched as he adjusted himself.  

He slid his hands from her shoulders down her arm and she froze at the touch. Like a cat playing with his dinner. His hand went up and brushed against her nipple softly, the satin felt incredible as he touched her lightly. He slowly unbuttoned his white button up. As she reached to help him he batted her fingers away and flicked his fingers back and forth. "Ah-ah," he coaxed. "I'm going to take my time with this. I'm going to take my time as you claim me as yours, as I claim you as mine," his hands fell from the last button but still didn't touch her as he planted a kiss deep on her neck. She leaned into in and her mouth opened to a soft moan. She reached up and ran a finger down his bare chest, letting it drag low over his stiff manhood in his slacks. His head knocked back and a he suppressed a growl.  

She undid the button on his pants, still not breaking eye contact with him. He slid them off easily and stood there in his underwear with her. They stood like this for a while, her mouth went dry thinking of all the ways she wanted him- needed him. He ran his fingers down the slopes of her breasts and finally palmed them as she arched into the touch.  

Moving forward slowly she pressed herself against him, feeling him hard against her stomach. They lowered down to their knees in front of the fire as his hands found her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. There was a spark there- a delicious wonderful spark. Stinging his full lips she could feel the smile on his mouth as he continued to kiss her deeper and deeper. His hands worked expertly after showing such restraint, touching the slick warm satin between her legs. He slid his fingers under them and along her opening and pulled some wetness from there. Opening his lips he dipped his fingers in his mouth and tasted her. "I am going to devour you," he opened up her bra with a single hand and pulled it from her as he tossed it aside, into the flames of the fire.  

Without missing a beat, he pulled off her underwear and they met the same fate in the flames. Vír pushed her legs apart and found his home there between her thighs. Her hands fell into his silver hair and he lapped her up bit by bit. His blood pounded through every inch of him as groaned with delight at her taste. He felt her tense up around his tongue as he did lightning bolt patterns along her, lightly sucking on the most sensitive spot at the top. Eirene ground against his tongue, working in time with the movement of her hips. "Now, please," she somehow managed to pant between each jolt of pleasure that rocked her to her core.  

"Of course, my love," He said a silent tanks to the gods above- desperate to be inside of her. He lifted his head from between her legs and pushed his hair back out of his face. He pulled off his trunks and tossed them into the flames as well, the room smelling of cedar wood and burning fabric as the flames roared higher. Eirene sat up and he guided her on top of him.  

Practically purring from want and need she felt the ground beneath them tremble with thunder as she gripped his hair and lowered herself slowly on top of him, inch by inch, gasping when she reached her limit. She'd missed this. The spark that was there shown brighter here now, her tattooed arms wrapping around his neck as she lifted up off of him and then quickly back down, moaning in his name in his ear and biting down with her teeth on his sensitive lobe. She ran her nails up the tattoo on his back and he groaned with pleasure. She pulled him out in one long slide and then fell back on top of him again, slamming to the hilt.  

Looking down at where their bodies met was almost Vír's undoing, seeing the sparks and wetness fly as she lowered herself again and again on him. Reaching for her breasts he put his hands all over her as she fixed her hands in his silver gray hair, gripping tightly. She was about to come and she wanted him to go with her. She slammed her body into his and stared into the fire as she rode him. She felt the release barrel into him as he held himself in her tight, and she said his name somewhere between a moan and a scream. Riding him until every last drop of pleasure was wrung from him, she watched the flames go higher and higher. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the flames on Vír's back, her arms, her face.  

Vír closed his eyes and held her atop him, breathing in their scent, feeling this connection between them, and tried not to lose himself in this incredible feeling. 

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[thevurth]

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[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

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brunch — jj maybank x kook!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ Can you do a jj x reader? He's a waiter at the club and her family is there for brunch, her parents don't know about their relationship and are kinda rude to him. Reader's done with their attitude and deffends jj and reveals their relationship by accident and her parents get mad. Love all your fics, you're so talented! ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: just some angst and an outburst! rude parents

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: sorry this took forever to get out! school semester just started, along with a new job. and I’m finally in the process of feeling better. I’m posting this on mobile so sorry if they layout is weird, but I hope you enjoy!

Y/N sat at the table, her parents sitting across from her as they stared at the menu. According to her parents, the world ran around them. They didn’t seem to care that they would take more than enough time to order and then usher the waiter over whenever it would be convenient for them. They would manage to make brunch turn into dinner with the amount of time they would sit at the table and slowly pick at the bread for an appetizer while slowly sipping their mimosas.

Y/N enjoyed going out for meals, but never with her parents. Sometimes she felt like she had to babysit them, especially with how they treated employees. She always apologized whenever the waiter would catch a glance at Y/N and she would give them an apologetic smile. Not to mention the amount of times she would slip in a few extra bills for the tip. Her parents were harsh when it came to the working class, which she didn’t quite understand.

But today at the Kildare Country Club, Y/N’s boyfriend would be their waiter.

JJ Maybank.

Y/N’s secret Pogue boyfriend. He was the boy that her parents would fear for her to fall in love with because they knew all too well about his family and their history. Her parents would remind her of the “better” selection of boys to pick from, which either included Kelce or Topper. Luckily her parents never mentioned Rafe Cameron—it’s almost like they knew in their gut that he wasn’t the best candidate to date.

Y/N’s parents feared that Pogues will just use her to get further in life and that she’s just some doormat to her friends. But that wasn’t the case at all, if anything—Y/N was the glue to the friend group after she began dating JJ.

A few lies a week would keep her parents fooled, thinking she was spending her time studying or volunteering when in reality, she was relaxing at the Chateau or lounging on the HMS Pogue in JJ’s lap as they sipped on cheap beers.

“Good morning, folks. My name is JJ and I’ll be your waiter today. Can I start you off with anything to drink?” The blonde flashed his smile at the table, his eyes meeting Y/N’s. A comfort washed over the girl, his gaze always soothed any tension built in her body.

“Isn’t it Mimosa Sunday?” Her mother glanced upwards from the menu, voice flat.

“Yes, m’am. Bottomless Mimosas all Sunday.” JJ replied.

“Then get it started. Y/N would have a glass of water.” Her mother’s eyes flickered back to the menu. Y/N pursed her lips, shifting in her seat.

“What would you like to drink, miss?” JJ asked Y/N, ignoring her mother’s statement. Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat.

“I’ll take a sweet ice tea, please. With a side of water, please.” She made sure to emphasize the word ‘please’ around her parents. A term to slip their vocabulary whenever they were brought face to face with the working class.

“Y/N, don’t waste your calories on a drink.” Her mother shook her head.

“It’d be okay and I don’t want to talk about that right now in front of the waiter.” She remarked through her teeth, eyes looking back between her parents and her boyfriend.

“One sweet tea and bottomless Mimosas coming right up.” He jotted the order on his pad before turning on his heel. Y/N’s father cleared his throat and it caught JJ’s attention.

“Young man, we weren’t done ordering. We would like to place an order for an appetizer.”

Y/N could feel her shoulders ache from how pinched they were with tension. Her parents absolutely embarrassed her to no end with their lack of consideration or manners. She’s surprised they got this far in life by treating people like this. They were no different than any other person.

“We would like the Mini Herb Smoked Salmon Frittatas with Deviled Eggs.” Y/N’s father read off the menu.

“I’ll get that in as soon as possible, sir. And I’ll be right out with the drinks.” He smiled before walking away. He glanced back at his girlfriend and sent her a reassuring smile, trying to let her know that he was doing okay.

She knew her parents weren’t the worse to deal with, but they could be difficult.

“I’m surprised they allow a Maybank to work at this establishment. He probably steals all the soaps and colognes from the bathroom and sells them on the street.” Her father laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh honey, you’re probably right. His father is such a sleaze, I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes the boy bring home scraps from the dumpster!”

“I’m sorry, but what the hell is wrong with you both?” Y/N questioned, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared in distaste at her parent’s banter.

“Excuse me, young lady. Watch your language.” Her father reprimanded.

“Excuse me? Excuse you! You don’t even know JJ and you’re talking poorly about him. Obviously, he is working hard to make money. Bold of you to assume that he isn’t a hard worker—but he is. Do you not see him mowing lawns for the neighbors? Helping Hayward run groceries on the docks? If his family’s wealth is such an issue to you, why not help donate clothes and food to him?” Y/N’s outburst caught other tables' attention. She stood up in her spot, her hands clenching the table cloth.

“Y/N, you are causing a scene. You need to sit down right now or else you’re in major trouble.” Her mother’s voice was sharp.

JJ walked to the table, pretending to be oblivious to his girlfriend’s statements, which the whole restaurant practically heard her defending him. “Here are the Mimosas and the sweet tea. The starters will be out shortly. Can I get you anything else in the meantime?” He faked a smile.

“I don’t care if I’m causing a scene, because you’re causing a problem! You’re being rude for absolutely I reason towards JJ.” She remained standing and JJ stood there awkwardly, unsure of what the right move would be in this situation.

“Why do you care about this, Pogue? He has no meaning to our lives—he doesn’t benefit society, sweetheart.” Her father spoke in a softer tone.

“You’re unbelievable, dad! JJ Maybank is a human being who works to survive! He isn’t some scummy person and—in fact, he is my boyfriend! Mom, Dad, meet my boyfriend, JJ Maybank.” Y/N finally snapped and she gestured towards the blonde who stood there. He looked like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N, stop embarrassing the poor boy at work and yourself.” Her mother’s face grew red—she wasn’t sure if it was from anger or embarrassment herself.

“I’m not embarrassing myself, mom. This is my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a few months now and this is where I’ve been. I’ve been dating a Pogue. You’re sweet, precious daughter is dating this Pogue. And he is actually fantastic and cares about me—more than you two ever do!” She threw her fabric napkin on the table before reaching into her purse. She pulled out a rather large dollar bill and stuffed it into JJ’s pocket. “Here is a tip that they won’t be giving you, babe. But I think you deserve it.” Y/N kissed his cheek before walking away from the table.

JJ cleared his throat and looked around the area, “would you like a different waiter, today?”

Y/N went inside the Country Club and paced around the entrance way. She ran a hand through her hair and she tried calming herself down. She had never had that much confidence to confront her parents like that, but she knew she would face the consequences when she would go home.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she turned around to face her boyfriend.

“JJ—I am so sorry all of that happened and—“ He interrupted her by cupping her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss.

“You’re so hot when you’re mad and defending me.” He whispered against her lips. She let out a light laugh and they kissed once more. “You don’t need to apologize babe, what you did was awesome. Insane, but awesome.”

“My parents are going to kill me,” she laughed again. The reality setting in quickly.

“Then stay at the Chateau with me tonight. What’s gonna happen that’s not already? Plus, we can sleep together and I can have you tell everyone how you had a scene at brunch.” He teased, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair.

“That…that sounds nice.” She sighed, closing her eyes. JJ pressed a kiss to the temple of her head.

“I also put in your breakfast order if you wanna eat at the bar. I used the money you gave me for it.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked at him gratefully.

“You’re the best, J. I love you,”

“Even if I’m a Pogue?”

“Most definitely if you’re a Pogue. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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A Lion’s Feast

Pairing: tywin lannister x younger!wife!reader

Requested by: anon ‘Could you write a modern au for tywin lannister x younger wife reader. Maybe they have a Lannister family dinner and its all just chaotic.’

Notes: I didn’t end up doing this as a modern AU, because I found it easier to work with everything in like... Westerosi time frame, but I hope this is okay.

Warnings: older man/younger woman, political/arranged marriage, Joffrey, use of words like slut/whore etc (cheers, Cers), reference to Jaime and Cersei’s incest, awkward family dinner

Gif creds to owner

“We will be dining in the Queen’s chambers tonight,”

You tensed up, staring straight ahead as you walked through the gardens of the Red Keep with your lord husband. “Am I… in trouble?” You asked softly. You were new to King’s Landing, shipped over from the Vale to marry the Lord of Casterly Rock, and you weren’t quite used to the way King Joffrey’s court worked.

“No. I’ve arranged for us to dine together as a family. You have not properly met my children and grandchildren. You are a Lannister by marriage, you are their mother-in-law, whether they like it or not, and it’s high time we acted like it,” his voice had a bitter edge to it; it hadn’t taken long for Queen Cersei to make her distaste clear. While no one in court would dare insult Tywin Lannister, the girl from the Vale was an easy target for gossip. You had been called every name under the sun, but the Queen’s favourite jibe was ‘whore’.

“Alright,” you murmured, lowering your eyes. You knew there would be no point in arguing. You had quickly learnt that when your husband put his mind to something, there was no turning back. As a few men of the court crossed your path, you felt Tywin’s hand come to rest on the small of your back, and it did not move until you were in the tower of the Hand. You smiled softly as you caught sight of the steaming tub of hot water, scented with sweet oils as you entered your bedroom. “You’ve had this all planned out, haven’t you, my Lord?” You asked, a small smirk gracing your lips. “You should’ve just told my handmaidens to do it in my chambers, to save the walk up all of those stairs,”

Tywin smiled ever-so-slightly. “You’re hardly ever in your own chambers downstairs, wife,” he reminded you.

“Only because you’re the only person I really know in this godforsaken keep, and even then I don’t know you that well. Besides, if I stayed in my own chambers, I’d get lost and end up in the maze of dragon skulls below the keep,”

Tywin smirked, giving you a little push by the small of your back. “Bathe. Wear red, and preferably rubies and gold,” he said sternly. You sighed, knowing Tywin wanted you to dress the part, to look like the Lady of Casterly Rock. You bathed and dried, perfuming your skin and hair before pulling on your smallclothes, calling in your handmaiden to tighten your bodice, then help lace up your dress. It was a deep red, with golden embroidery on the bodice and cuffs that glimmered when you moved, just covering your shoulders and showing the swell of your breasts, and you fastened a pendant around your neck- a golden lion with tiny rubies for its eyes, tongue and claws. You braided back the front of your hair, but let the rest fall down over your shoulders.

You emerged from the room into Tywin’s main office, your hands folded in front of you. He surveyed you briefly before nodding, offering his arm.

**

You sat in silence as you ate, eyes fixed on your plate. Tywin was sat to your left, Jaime to your right. Cersei and Joffrey occupied the heads of the table, and Tyrion sat across from you, in between Myrcella and Tommen.

“More wine, my Lady?” Tyrion said out of the blue, holding up the jug. He gave you a slight smile, knowing how you must feel to be the outcast, like a stranger with the people you were meant to call family.

“I... yes, please. Thank you, my Lord,” you said.

Tyrion smiled as he poured, before filling his own glass. “Just Tyrion will suffice. Let us leave formality at the door,” you smiled slightly and nodded.

“I agree,” said Jaime, earning himself a sharp look from Cersei, who was used to her twin almost always siding with her. “Wasn’t the whole point of this evening to introduce you to us? As a family,” Cersei scoffed into her goblet. “We won’t get very far with ‘my lords’ and ‘my ladies’, will we?”

Tywin nodded his approval at his sons’ attitude and you smiled, beginning to relax a little, though the presence of Cersei and Joffrey kept you on edge. “Tell me, Lady YN, how is the Vale at this time? Have the northerners got their grubby claws on it yet?” Joffrey suddenly asked.

You froze slightly. You were here to talk, yes, but not talk politics. “The Vale... your grace, is not quite like the Reach, or the Riverlands, or even like Winterfell or Casterly Rock,” you said carefully, fully aware of all of the eyes on you. You looked at Tywin, and when he gave you an approving nod, you turned back to the king and continued. “The majority of the Vale is mountain, with the valley you desire buried between them. Even Robb Stark’s best men couldn’t seize it. No one could. To take the Vale, one must take the Eyrie. To take the Eyrie... well... you just couldn’t,” you were happy sharing this fact, as it was known across Westeros that the Eyrie was impenetrable.

“There are other ways to the Eyrie, though. Marriage,” Cersei said. It was the first time she had spoken, and she had a conniving gleam in her eye.

“There is only one heir to the Vale. Jon Arryn was murd-died before he could have any more children. Only little Robert Arryn is the Lord of the Vale, and he’s just past his sixth name day I believe. Besides, his mother is... very protective of her boy. As I’m sure you can understand, your grace, as a mother yourself,” you said cooly. You didn’t know what possessed you to speak that way to the Queen, but something about speaking of your home, your true home filled you with confidence.

“Indeed. There is nothing quite like a mother’s love,” she responded, fixing you with a cold stare.

“I’m unfamiliar, having lost my mother when I was seven,” you said.

“Does the Eyrie really have a trap door that leads nowhere?” Tommen Baratheon suddenly asked, breaking the silence between you and his mother.

You smiled softly at the little boy. How could someone so innocent come from the loins of a beast like Cersei. You supposed some of the good nature came from his father- his true father, that is, Jaime Lannister. “Yes,” you said. “They call it the Moon Door. It’s a big trap door that opens into the sky. If the Lord of the Vale commands, prisoners can be thrown from it,” you stopped, realising quickly how gruesome that must sound to a little boy.

Tommen simply shrugged. “I suppose that must be less messy,” he said, returning his focus to his food. Soon Tommen and Myrcella were bundled off to bed, and Myrcella told you rather sweetly that she liked the way you did your hair.

Once the children were gone, it left only you and Tywin, his three children and the King. Tywin suggested you move away from the dining table to sit and drink wine. Joffrey excused himself, utterly disinterested with continuing on with the evening. You felt a little lighter after he left, although you could feel Cersei staring daggers at you.

“It must feel strange,” Jaime said. “Coming down here from the Vale. I imagine it’s all rather confusing, and daunting,”

“You can say that again,” you said. “I thought I’d just get bundled off to Casterly Rock, never seen or spoken to,”

Tywin laughed slightly. “Come now, wife, we do have some level of decency in this family,” he said. You smiled shyly, looking at your lap. He was often a little more... relaxed after a few glasses of wine.

“Ha!” Cersei said, having also drunk a fair bit. She had been holding her tongue all night, and it seemed now it had loosened. “Once he puts an heir in your belly, you’ll be shipped off to Casterly Rock. And if it’s a girl, you’ll be spared a visit or two, until you give us a son. That’s all you’re here for, that’s all you’re good for,”

You sat up a little straighter, responding before Tywin could. “I am aware of the general concept of political marriages. Your father gets a wife and an heir, my family gets money, or protection or something of the sort. The Seven know, you Lannisters have gold pouring out of your ears,”

“I believe the phrase is that we ‘shit gold,’” Tyrion supplied with a smirk, making you chuckle.

“You think this is a game,” Cersei hissed. “I’ve seen you, prancing around court, dressed in red and gold, following father around like a lost dog! Fluttering about like a common slut,”

“Cersei-” Jaime said lowly.

“No! No! Can’t you see, she has her claws in father the same way Margaery has her claws in Joffrey! And you want me to accept that whore as my mother,”

It was silent. Cersei panted, now standing up. Jaime and Tyrion looked between her and Tywin. Tywin remained stoic, although his eyes revealed the way he seethed. But it was you who spoke first.

“I don’t expect you to accept me as your mother. I am not your mother. Nor will I ever try to be, or call myself that,” you said quietly, contrasting the Queen’s outburst. “I will, however, do my best to serve my husband, to provide him with the heir that is expected of me, the same way you provided King Robert with his heirs,”

Cersei snorted. “I’m sure you do a fine job of serving, you brazen little who-”

“Enough, Cersei!” Tywin finally said, standing up. “Whether you like it or not, I have married YN. She will give me an heir, or two, or more. And she will remain the lady of Casterly rock, no matter how much you protest,”

“She’s not fit to be lady of Casterly rock. She can barely curtsey,” she spat. “You have heirs, father,” she said, almost pleasing. “What need have you for a little whore,”

“I have a son who swore an oath, another who has more interest in wine and whoring, and a daughter who is not nearly as clever and tactical as she thinks she is. Casterly rock will not be left to either of you when I’m gone. It will be left to mine and YN’s son,”

“It could be! It could be left to one of my children,” Cersei hissed.

“One of your children? I wouldn’t put a bastard on the seat of Casterly Rock,” Tywin said cooly. Cersei opened her mouth to argue but Tywin held up his hand. “Give it up, Cersei. You told me yourself, my legacy is a lie. You have had your chance to build the Lannister name. Now it is time for YN and I to rebuild what you have trampled into the ground with your lies and your... acts,” he said with disgust. “And if I so much as hear the words whore or slut to describe my wife, I will resign as hand, withdraw my knights and my gold, as well as that of the Vale and leave you to pick up the pieces of this kingdom that I have been holding together. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from the Tyrells. Come YN,” he said, turning away from his daughter and resting his hand on your waist, guiding you out of the Queens chambers and back to the tower of the hand, not giving you a chance to curtsey to the Queen.

As the door slammed shut, Tyrion drained the rest of his wine and clapped his hands as he stood. “Well. That went well,”

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MC’s Date With The Brothers Goes Terribly… Then it Starts to Rain.

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Hello my dearest degenerates, there’s nothing I love more than ridiculous crack fics, but I wanted to do some fluff, so here we go!

Lucifer

This just had to happen on Lucifer’s one day off… didn’t it? He had the entire day planned out, his brothers would be out doing their own thing, which left him and MC to have the entire day together.

The two of them would have gone to Ristorante 6, watched a movie, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. But no, Lucifer can’t have nice things.

It certainly started off that way, MC and Lucifer held hands as they made their way over to Ristorante 6, and the Avatar of Pride was reminded for the thousandth time exactly why he adored this human so much.

The human was both one of the most stress inducing parts of his life, and one of the few things that made him feel completely at peace. He would move mountains for them if they asked him too…

While Lucifer was in the middle of staring incredibly lovingly at his beloved MC, the human stopped suddenly and pointed ahead of them.

“I think Ristorante 6 may be… closed today.” “What do you mean, MC- oh.”

Apparently, two demons got into a very nasty fight inside, and one slammed the other through a wall. The restaurant was in the middle of scheduling repairs and would be closed until the hole in the wall was fixed. Lucifer developed the tiniest of tics in his right eye, but all MC had to do was squeeze his hand and give him that perfect smile of theirs… *sigh* they were right… there were other good places to eat.

Well, the cafe they wanted to go to was closed that day and they both walked over there for nothing… the second restaurant they went to was full on account of Ristorante 6 closing earlier…

Finally, the two practically trudged to Hell’s Kitchen, but Beel was there an hour earlier and cleared the entire place out…

Lucifer told MC not to fret, they’d just head to the movies and buy some snacks, sure it wasn’t the fancy dinner they planned but… at least it was food.

Oh… the movie they planned on seeing was… not running that night…

“Did you check online before we left?” “…damn.”

Their date was going decidedly terrible, MC and Lucifer were eating movie theatre popcorn outside, in outfits that were way too formal, and were rapidly becoming more and more convinced that the day was just… cursed.

Then… a crack of lightning, then it began to completely pour.

Lucifer winced the moment he heard the lightning, of course… of course it would start to rain… as the rain began to pour down on the two, he simply stared straight ahead, completely and utterly defeated.

The Morning Star, the right hand to the Crown Prince of The Devildom, The Avatar of Pride himself, was defeated by a simple thunderstorm. He took a deep breath in, prepared to shout, scream, throw a tantrum of the highest degree, then just visibly deflated. He turned to MC, who looked just as defeated and drained.

Lucifer wordlessly used his magic to put up a small shield above them, sheltering the two from the torrential downpour.

“You know,” MC mumbled, resting their head against Lucifer’s arm. “The movies make getting caught in the rain seem much more romantic…”

That comment elicited a quiet chuckle from Lucifer as he pulled MC into a hug. The two were already drenched, what did it matter if Lucifer got cheap popcorn butter all over the front of his outfit? Nothing else mattered when he was with the one person in the world who could make his heart swell with this much love and adoration.

“How about we head home, MC? I think I still have some of Barbatos’ cake hidden in the kitchen, we can enjoy that and listen to some music.”

Lucifer felt MC sigh against his front, then look up with that bright sparkling smile that never failed to make him blush.

“I’d like nothing more.”

Mammon

Okay, Mammon had this whole day planned, by the end of it, his human would be swooning! He had gotten paid big bucks from his latest modelling gigs, and he was going to treat MC to a full day with their first man.

First, they were going to spend the morning shopping, then they were going to eat lunch at this new restaurant that had just opened up, after lunch they were going to just kill time until dinner, then eat dinner at Hell’s Kitchen, then they were going to go home, get changed, then head out to The Fall, party, then head home again where MC would most definitely shower the Great Mammon with all the praise and affection he deserved!

Of course, MC would be given all the love and adoration they deserved and more! Mammon’s human was the best, and they deserved the best! The Avatar of Greed was ready!

Or so he thought. The day began with Mammon deciding that he was going to make himself and MC breakfast. It was going fine until Mammon got lost in an intense daydream and by the time he snapped out of it, Beel had eaten the pancake batter and there was no time to make anything else.

Mammon’s surprise breakfast ended up being toast and cut up fruit. It wasn’t so bad, but everyone knows that fruit is very unreliable. Sometimes it’s good… sometimes it’s squishy and unappetizing…

The morning shopping trip was ruined when Mammon went to withdraw money from his account and it turned out that the money from his shoot wasn’t in the account.

Apparently his paycheque was being held back because one of the modelling agencies was being sued.

“…MC?” “Come here, silly.”

After having his face peppered with kisses, Mammon was completely rejuvenated. His human had magic kisses, after all! They never failed to make him feel better!

The two decided that instead of a shopping spree they’d spend a couple hours of window shopping, after that when the two stopped for lunch at the new restaurant. Twenty minutes after eating there, Mammon was dry heaving over a trashcan while MC chugged a bottle of water to try and settle the awful nausea that had completely taken over. Perhaps a bad review would be necessary…

The time that was meant to be spent just wandering around the Devildom was completely ruined when those damn witches showed up! Mammon was not about to forfeit his time with MC to play servant to those three, so he grabbed his human and sprinted away.

That cat and mouse game with the witches lasted for literal hours and ended with Mammon and MC hiding behind a random alley dumpster…

Finally, Hell’s Kitchen, it turned out that they didn’t take too kindly to dine and dashers, so Mammon ended up spending the time he was supposed to be spending eating with MC waiting tables to pay off his tab.

After that, Mammon was too exhausted to even think about partying, so MC suggested that they just head home and watch some fun action movies.

The moment they began their walk home however…

A single drop of water tapped against Mammon’s sunglasses, he looked up and pointed a finger at the sky.

“No.”

Another drop of water hit the rim of his sunglasses.

“No!”

I’m a matter of seconds, it had begun to completely pour, Mammon dug his hands into his hair and shouted in frustration.

“NO! NO! NO! WHY RIGHT NOW?! Why… why right now..?” His outburst had quickly petered out into Mammon physically drooping and quietly taking off his jacket. He held it over MC so they would be spared the brunt of the rain and looked down at his now soaked shoes. “I… I’m sorry… MC…”

“Mammon, what are you sorry for?” MC said gently, lacing their fingers with his.

What kind of a question was that? Mammon had fucked up the date he had planned and made himself look like a complete idiot in front of the one person who showed him any amount of love and affection.

His heart sank as he managed to drag his gaze over to MC. They were worried about an idiot like him… maybe they’d be better off without needing to constantly babysit him…

“Today… everything… I dunno…” Mammon mumbled, MC looped their arms around him, being careful not to drop his jacket onto the wet ground.

“Are you kidding? You planned this entire nice day for the two of us,” when Mammon didn’t respond, MC took on a more firm tone. “Listen, sometimes dates don’t turn out good, that doesn’t mean you have to mope in the rain. Let’s go home, order some food, and watch a movie or some dumb show, whatever makes you happy.”

Though the constant patter of the rain made it difficult to hear, Mammon sniffled and finally returned the hug. His human really was the best.

“You’re too nice to me… ya know that?” Mammon whispered.

MC pressed a soft kiss to his lips and smiled. “Get used to it, because I don’t plan on stopping.”

Leviathan

Levi had to psyche himself up for months in order to do this… he had seen and swooned over cliche TV show dates thousands of times and now, he wanted to take MC on one.

Simply asking them was a Herculean task all on its own… Levi tried to kabedon them, and failed miserably and ended up head butting MC by accident. The Avatar of Envy could have shrivelled up and died of embarrassment right then and there, but MC let out the sweet laugh that never failed to make Levi’s heart swell. They accepted the date request.

When the day came, the two left the HOL, and Levi began his checklist of things that needed to happen to make this a perfect date. First! Dinner!

Dinner… did not pan out well to say the least. The place they had decided to go to was incredibly crowded and the two of them got seated in just the worst spot. They ended up needing to end their meal early and eat outside because Levi was getting hit with a bad case of sensory overload.

Eating outside wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the fact that it was cold and windy as hell… Levi was cold blooded… not figuratively, but mostly literally, he did not do well in overly cold environments. He ended up cuddling closer to MC, which would have been really romantic if he hadn’t accidentally spilled their drink all over them.

Okay… that didn’t turn out good… well, after dinner they were supposed to go do some karaoke! Levi loved karaoke! He could sing something cute and sappy for MC, that was a romance staple!

And the karaoke place was closed for renovations… ugh…

Levi wanted to just go home and abandon the whole date idea, but MC looped their arm around him and pulled him away from the closed karaoke place.

“Remember the arcade we went to a few months ago? I saw it on the way here, let’s go there instead.” “Are you sure you want to keep this date with me going..?” “Positive.”

The arcade was fun until Levi spotted the DDR (Devil Dance Revolution) game that he and MC got the high score on last time. Levi wanted to see what other noobs had tried and failed to beat him and MC.

It turned out… someone beat them…

It seemed like Baphomet and Azazel made a good DDR team because they had managed to knock Levi and MC down to second place by a lot, that wasn’t all, apparently someone was salty after not getting past Levi and MC and put “are dumb” under their names!

Levi was practically frothing at the mouth when he pulled MC to the DDR machine to restore their lost honour. They… did not restore their lost honour. Levi ended up getting so upset he tried to unplug the machine, which somehow ended up permanently freezing the high scores onto the screen. It seemed that the entire Devildom would know that Baphomet and Azazel were better than Levi and MC, and that they were both dumb…

There was still one more thing Levi had planned on doing during his date with MC, he wanted to take them to a cherry blossom tree and suavely kiss them under it. Sadly, there were no cherry blossom trees in the Devildom, but there was a pretty decent substitute that was in bloom during that time of year. Levi and MC made their way to a spot where Levi knew there was a tree, and stood under it.

That was when Levi suddenly realized he had no clue how to be suave and began to stutter-spiral. MC patiently waited for Levi to properly articulate what he wanted to say, when they spotted a unicorn in the distance! MC excitedly pointed it out to Levi, who immediately went pale. Apparently Devildom unicorns are very territorial and very aggressive. They are Satan’s familiar for a reason…

Booking it from a unicorn was not how Levi wanted to end the date… it really wasn’t… but the final straw that broke the camel’s back had arrived in the form of a single raindrop. Then another… then another…

“Levi, please get out of the pond…”

“Leave me, find someone better.”

After the rain had started, Levi had taken off his jacket, handed it to MC, then proceeded to float face down in full demon form in the middle of a pond. The Avatar of Envy was so tired and embarrassed that he just wanted the pond to consume him.

“Levi,” MC tutted. “You’re going to get struck by lightning.”

“Good.”

“Leviathan!”

MC’s sudden shout caused Levi to flail in the water for a brief moment before he was able to use his tail to stabilize himself as managed to tread water.

“Get out of the pond right now! The Lord of Shadows would never abandon Henry like this!”

“The Lord of Shadows is cool, I’m not…” Levi crossed his arms and sunk ever so slightly deeper into the water.

“What the hell are you talking about?” MC asked. “Did we watch the same show? The Lord of Shadows is a huge dork, like you, now get out of the pond so we can go home and not get struck by lightning.”

Defeated by the power of friendship/love/fandom brotherhood, Levi made his way back to shore and was given a quick whack to the back of the head.

“Ow!”

“That’s for being a sulky dummy!” MC then yanked Levi forward by the front of his shirt and kissed him. Levi nearly gasped and began to fanboy right then and there in the middle of the kiss. A rain kiss! A dramatic kiss in the rain! That was one of the best tropes ever! “And that, was for trying to take me on a sweet date.”

“M-marry me…” Levi whispered before he could stop himself. MC giggled and patted one of his now bright red cheeks.

“Maybe someday.”

Satan

Going on fun spontaneous dates really wasn’t Satan’s forte, he preferred a schedule, but both he and MC had the afternoon free and Satan didn’t feel like bumming around at home when the two of them could do that any other day.

Oh-so charmingly taking his beloved MC by the hand and leading them to the nearest cat-cafe was the first thing Satan could think to do. He loves cats, he loves MC, what could possibly ruin a nice afternoon with both?

When the two reached the cafe, they were met with an employee closing the place early, claiming that all the cats had actually gotten adopted and they were waiting for more rescues to come in.

Satan couldn’t decide whether to be upset about the lack of cats, or happy that the cats got adopted into loving homes like they deserved. Satan settled on being aggressively happy.

It was no big deal, there were other things they could do together, like go to a library, or bookstore, or a museum, the possibilities were endless!

Well, it would have been endless if it wasn’t for the world conspiring to make Satan loose his cool. First, the line for his favourite book store was looped around the block because of a new book release. Inconveniencing, sure, but nothing too awful, there was a nice park nearby, the two decided to relax on one of the benches.

Problem number two arose when some idiot threw a Fangol ball a little too far and it ended up hitting Satan, then bouncing off his head and hitting the tree that the bench was under, normally, this would be rude and annoying but nothing that would activate Satan’s volcanic temper, except for the tiny issue that there was a wasp nest in that tree that decided Satan’s drink was enemy #1.

After being stung approximately eight times in the hand, Satan wasn’t doing too good, MC could tell and offered to go to the doctor’s with him. As Satan led them out of the park and towards the sidewalk he assured MC that there was nothing to worry about…

But MC, holder of Satan’s heart, went to go get him ice anyway.

The third and final thing to make Satan blow his top, the rain… the cold… depressing… rain…

“Oh…” MC mumbled as they looked up at the rain, then at Satan, whose hands were balled into fists so tight that his palms began to bleed. “Satan are you-”

Completely silent, Satan strode toward a nearby dumpster and slammed his foot into the metal, sending the entire thing into the back of the dead-end alley. The entire dumpster practically compressed and folded in on itself from the sheer force of the kick.

“Do you want to go home?” MC asked gently, taking a few steps towards him, Satan slowly nodded.

“Y-yes. I think that’d be the smart thing to do.” Satan massaged his forehead and took the ice from MC. “It seems that spontaneity isn’t our strong suit as a couple.”

MC sighed and nodded. “Yeah, we should go back to planning this stuff beforehand, and… you know,” They gestured around the two of them. “check what’s open and what the weather’s going to be before we head out.”

Only MC could soothe Satan’s temper as quickly as it flared up, and MC was getting covered with rainwater. That just wouldn’t do. He turned to MC and offered them his jacket. “I don’t want you to get cold.”

“Isn’t your line supposed to be ‘here, take this, you might catch a cold’?” MC lightly teased as they took the jacket. “Like a classic romantic lead?”

Satan shook his head and laughed softly. “No, that’s a common misconception. You can’t actually get the common cold or flu from being out in the rain. The real danger is hypothermia or frostbite.”

“Ah,” MC looped their arm around Satan’s and held his non swollen hand. “So smart, tell me more about the dangers of hypothermia.”

“Don’t tease, dearest, or I’ll take back my jacket.”

Asmodeus

Asmo had just the most stressful day… and decided that he and his sweet MC just had to go on a nice date together to fix it!

Most dates with Asmo had a sort of three act structure, first they would coordinate their outfits together for the actual date activity, then they’d do whatever they set out to do, then they’d go home and either snuggle, or do the Devil’s tango, whichever MC was feeling up for.

But on this particular day, the three act structure was being ruined. It started with the outfit coordination, somehow everything Asmo had that would match with what MC was wearing was in the laundry, he had to be convinced by MC that this wasn’t that big of a deal and the two of them would look radiant whether they matched or not.

Since that was settled, Asmo and MC made their way to Asmo’s all time favourite spa, which was not closed, no no no, it was actively on fire.

“How… how did this happen?” “Well, there were a lot of candles burning in that place, I guess we’ll just have to save the spa trip for another date.”

Everyone was fine by the way

Oh well, it would take more than a raging inferno to ruin Asmo’s date, he was determined to have a good time, so he cheerily took MC’s hand and led them away from the fire. He also casually mentioned that being so close to danger was a total turn-on.

MC very quickly ended that comment with a kiss, Asmo can’t make inappropriate sex jokes when he’s kissing his favourite person. It was truly a testament to his complete and utter adoration of MC that Asmo was willing to share the top spot of his list of favourite people with them!

While on their merry way to find something else to do, Asmo’s fan club caught wind that he and MC were on a date and decided to make their appearance. Now Asmo’s groupies are normally very sweet, but they can also be incredibly unaware of boundaries.

Everywhere Asmo and MC looked, one or two of Asmo’s fans would be half hiding and half spying on how the date was going. It was common knowledge that Asmo x MC was the OTP of the entire club, and some of the members wanted to get a peak of their ship doing something romantic.

As much as Asmo loved attention, it was getting kind of… creepy. He began to usher MC away from certain areas and tried to find a suitably nice place to get away from prying eyes.

The pair ended up in this absolutely gorgeous public garden that was thankfully quite empty. Though, all it took was one awkward step with the kind of shoes he was wearing and Asmo fell straight into a rose bush.

MC had to quickly get to work kissing Asmo’s cut up face better before he started to cry and ruined his mascara. What was even worse was that the fall messed up Asmo’s shoe and he’d have to walk back to the house like an uncoordinated baby deer.

Everything was fine… just fine… no need to worry… everything was… cloudy…

The moment the first drop of rain landed in front of Asmo he stood completely stiff and still.

“Don’t.” He growled. “I just got my hair fixed.”

The rain didn’t listen, and began pouring down, absolutely drenching Asmo and MC in a matter of minutes. MC tried to pull Asmo towards an alcove or a covered patio so they could call a cab home, but the Avatar of Lust refused to move. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, smiled serenely to himself, then looked back up to the sky and screamed with the hatred of a thousand suns:

“FUCK YOU TOO FATHER!”

It was quite a scene for MC to witness, Asmo rarely fully lost his cool, especially not enough to swear like an ‘uncouth barbarian’, combine that with his running mascara, scratched up face, and dirty clothes, he looked more like a feral movie star that was just rescued from the woods than the solid ten out of ten MC normally knew him as.

“Momo?” MC gently patted his back. “Come on, we should go home.”

Asmo finally turned to look at his sweet MC, the poor thing shouldn’t have seen him act like this… the day had gone completely horribly and he just had to drag MC into this, didn’t he? He felt his heart drop right into his gut as he practically collapsed into his human’s arms.

“Oh MC, I’m so sorry I dragged you out today… we should have just stayed home…”

“Asmo,” MC weighed their options, before settling on just rubbing his back. “There there.”

The awkward sniffling and snorting continued for the next couple of minutes while MC called a ride service to come pick the two of them up.

“Thank you, MC,” Asmo sniffled. “You’re the sweetest thing in the universe…”

“You’re sweet too, Asmo. It’s a shame today didn’t work out.”

“Mhm…”

“We can still save this date, you know? When we get back home we can take a bath and snuggle.”

“That…” Asmo sniffed. “That sounds really nice, MC.”

“Anytime spent with you is nice, Asmo.” MC then rolled their eyes while Asmo giggled. “Man that was corny…”

Beelzebub

Beel had come back from one hell of a Fangol game, and he was in an amazing mood! He wanted to take MC out to celebrate!

Between-meal snacks were packed, and they set off to the carnival. Nothing could beat the nice smell of fried dough, Carmel apples, popcorn, and spending time with MC.

Of course, the food wasn’t the only thing Beel wanted to enjoy with MC, there were rides and games to try while they enjoyed their snacks. First they made their way to the teacup ride.

In theory, having big strong Beel to spin the big wheel in the middle to make the teacup move would be a good thing, but even though it was the first ride, MC had eaten quite a lot of carnival snacks.

Beel only had to spin the centre disc once for the disc to both break and make the teacup to whirl around at a speed that practically threw them into Beel’s side. MC then… well… vomited. Everywhere.

Since Beel accidentally ripped the centre disc off, he couldn’t slow the teacup down manually to stop the puke-tornado, so it took a little while before the ride operator realized that something was wrong and stopped the ride.

The walk off the ride was both embarrassing and completely nauseating, MC needed to stumble to the nearest trashcan and hurl. Beel did his best to comfort his poor human and mumbled quite a lot of apologies.

“I’m sorry MC…” “Beel, it’s okay… I’d uh, kiss you but the… vomit.”

Both Beel and MC decreed that maybe rides weren’t the best idea after that, and went over to check out the carnival games.

After a few unsuccessful tries at a few games, a plushie caught MC’s eye and they were absolutely smitten with it. Beel vowed to win it for them, and lined himself up to try the pitching game.

Well, something good came out of that… Beel threw so fast it may have broken a record, the bad thing was that the ball tore through the tent and caused the whole thing to collapse.

The tent then caught fire after landing on some of the candles that were set up… the plushie went up in flames…

Beel turned to MC, who wordlessly patted him on the back. At… at least they still had their snacks…

As Beel and MC made their way to the exit, a group of kids rushed past the pair, Beel, not wanting to step on or bump into any of them, awkwardly wobbled, then fell and dropped all of his emergency snacks.

And then came the rain…

“Oh…” Beel mumbled as he stared down his spilled food, MC quickly wrapped their arms around him, looking up at him with a half-hearted smile.

“We can buy some more, or wait until we get home, it’s okay, Beel.”

The Avatar of Gluttony slowly nodded, tearing his gaze away from the wasted snacks. Thunder sounded above the two and the cold rain began to beat against them.

When Beel looked down at MC, he felt his heart flutter in his chest, they weren’t upset at him, they weren’t angry… they just wanted to make him feel better… Beel nodded resolutely to himself, he was going to make MC feel better too! He picked MC up bridal-style and began to walk away from the rapidly emptying carnival.

“B-Beel?” MC sputtered.

“Let’s go home, MC, I have cookies hidden in one of the cabinets that we can share.”

MC looked up at their sweet cinnamon roll, then buried their face in his chest. Their shoulders shook slightly as they looped their arms around Beel’s neck.

“M-MC?” Beel asked, he tried to shift MC in his arms to see if they were crying, but MC looked up at him with a sweet smile.

“You’re just the best, Beel. Never forget that.”

Belphegor

The Avatar of Sloth doesn’t exactly “do” traditional dates, but even he could tell that MC wanted to do something a little more exciting than “lay in bed and make out until Belphie falls asleep”.

Since Belphie is a totally wonderful brat boyfriend, he decided to take MC out to the best possible place in the human world for some stargazing… and napping.

He even put together a picnic basket so he and MC could eat while watching the sunset before the stars came out!

The favourite blanket was packed, the picnic basket was ready, and Lucifer gave the two permission to visit the human world for the evening. Belphie took a mental note to avoid doing any pranks for a week as a thank-you to his older brother.

Well, the first problem came when the two spread out the blanket and opened up the basket to find… nothing. Belphie immediately thought that Beel must have eaten their food, but then the memory of the food clearly sitting in the fridge entered his mind. He had forgotten to put the food in the basket… and he was too lazy to check why the basket was so light…

Oh well… no big deal, MC had a big lunch. The second problem came in the form of a swarm of mosquitoes. Gross, bloodsucking mosquitos.

“MC?” “Yeah?” “Did you happen to pack bug spray before I took you out on this surprise picnic?” “No…”

Belphie’s solution was to use his tail to bat the bugs away, but that proved to be quite useless. It didn’t help that while both MC and Belphie were being eaten alive, Belphie would end up accidentally thwacking MC with his tail.

Well, at least the sunset was nice, or it would have been if Belphie hadn’t slept through it by accident.

It was classic Belphie to manage to sleep through anything interesting, and apparently he also missed out on a shooting star which soured his mood even more.

The only little bright spot of the date so far was that MC did say that they wished for something for him on that shooting star… hopefully wish magic might salvage the date…

After being awoken by MC to look up at the sky, the two realized that something was… missing. Where were the stars?

MC and Belphie were laying on their backs facing the clouded over sky when they both had the dawning realization of what was to come.

Rain.

Of course… mosquitoes are extra active and crazy before a storm… that’s why they were coming at them…

Belphie let out a dejected sigh as the first raindrop of many hit the tip of his nose. MC scratched at their arms and began to pack up the blanket into the empty picnic basket. At least the blanket wouldn’t get too wet.

Well, he fucked this up royally. The Avatar of Sloth almost never put any actual work into something that didn’t benefit himself, but MC had managed to make themselves the exception. He wanted to make them happy, he wanted to see that cute little face they made when he’d crack a joke or make a quip about something, but now, lying flat on his back staring up at a coming rainstorm, Belphie had come to the crippling realization that all his work went to waste.

“You know, MC, the outdoors is going to lose my patronage.” Belphie murmured, blinking a few raindrops out of his eyes as the rain began to patter down with more ferocity. “I think the two of us should stick to indoor dates.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” MC sighed as they used the picnic basket as a makeshift umbrella.

“I’m um…” Belphie began, guilt twisting in his gut. “I’m sorry this turned out so shitty.”

“It’s okay, Belphie.” MC pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “If by some miracle the food that was supposed to be in the fridge hasn’t gotten eaten by the time we get back home, we’ll eat a late dinner, cuddle, and then sleep till noon.”

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