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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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The OM! Boys + first kisses (which you initiate!)

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I didn’t explicitly mention it being the first kiss in each scenario, but please assume that it is! 🥰

Lucifer:

Your feelings for the Avatar of Pride are undeniable. In fact, recently, they’ve become very hard to keep in check.

He’s already on your mind when you walk past his study, and see him hunched over his desk--working hard, like always (and that worries you a bit). Your heart is so full of love for him, and it aches whenever you think of his long, exhausting days.

Even if it’s cheesy, you want to be a pick-me-up to him during those busy times.

“Shouldn’t you take a break?” you quip, silently making your way inside. Lucifer blinks, and his gaze softens when it falls on you.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he sighs, but doesn’t set his pen down. He frowns at the stack of papers in front of him, not paying you any mind as you slowly scoot your way around the side of the desk--stepping up behind him.

You watch him as he works, eyes trailing from his gloved hands, up his arms, and across his strong jaw line.

Lucifer never fails to enchant you. Even just being here, so close to him, has your heart racing.

...you want to kiss him.

“Y/N--”

And the minute Lucifer turns his head ever so slightly, moving to look at you, you do just that.

Without giving yourself much time to think on it, you reach your hands forward and cradle his face--closing your eyes as you press your lips against his own.

You feel Lucifer still in surprise, and you’re quick to try and pull back--but then a grin is spreading on his lips, and his gloved hand is curling against the back of your neck.

He kisses you for a few more moments, goosebumps rising on your skin. Then, he finally releases you--only allowing you a few inches to breathe as his thumb soothes through your hair.

“I’m a bit upset you didn’t allow me the chance to kiss you first,” he says with a bit of a frown, but soon laughs. “However, as long as I get to keep kissing you, I certainly won’t complain.”

Mammon:

Despite your affections for the Avatar of Greed, they never seem to be enough.

Tonight, he’s pouting because you’d spent your afternoon with Asmo--having a shopping day together--and not him.

“I mean, ya could’ve invited me,” he says, pointedly ignoring you as he rolls onto his side and occupies himself on his DDD. You sigh.

“Mammon, Asmo wanted it to be just the two of us. I assumed you would be okay for just a few hours without me at your side.”

Somehow, he manages to pout even harder.

“I’m supposed’ta be your first...why are ya spending so much time with those guys?”

Your gaze softens as you regard him. He should know by now that he’s got a special place in your heart, and yet, that’s still not enough for him.

No, he’s the Avatar of Greed. He’ll only continue to crave more, right?

“Mammon.”

He grunts, not turning to face you. “What?”

“Mammon, look at me, please.”

You speak quietly, tenderly--letting any annoyance disappear from your tone. Then, finally, Mammon gives in, and rolls onto his back.

“What? Are you ready to apolo--mmph!”

He literally goes stiff as a board when you lean in and capture his lips. Your cheeks are hot--you’re embarrassed despite your sudden burst of confidence.

“There--,” you say, sitting back after a few seconds. “Is that enough to make it up to you?”

Mammon blinks at you, face getting redder by the second. Then, his gaze is darting away, brain catching up to what has just occurred. However, it’s clear that he’s far from unhappy.

“Uhhh...well, maybe if you give me a few more, I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Levi:

It’s a spur of the moment type thing.

You’re hanging out with Levi, watching him play a video game, when things start to go wrong. He hops to his feet, cursing up a storm as he attempts to regain his footing in the match he’s suddenly now losing.

You decide to stay calm, to not worry, because surely Levi will calm down in a moment--but when his power starts to seep, an aura growing around him--you know you have to do something.

After all, he can’t summon Lotan again.

“Levi, hey! Why don’t we calm down!” you try, smiling at him. You shift yourself into his field of vision, hoping to distract him from the game that’s only continuing to go south.

“There’s a special reward for beating this level!” he hisses, his amber eyes ghosting right over you. “I have to win!”

“You can try again once you’ve calmed down!” you argue, taking a step forward, with your hands held in front of you. Your fingers skim the fabric of his jacket, and you look up at him, but he’s too immersed to realize exactly how close you are. (After all, if he did, he would definitely be scrambling backwards right now).

“No, I--”

You sigh at his adamance, fingers curling into his shirt. You had been hoping your first kiss with him would at least be a little more romantic, but here goes nothing!

Gathering all of your courage, you press up and connect your lips with his. It takes him a few seconds to register what’s going on, but you feel the controller in his hands slowly drop. And then, he’s jolting back--arm raising to cover his tomato colored face.

“Y-Y-You!! You kissed me!”

“I’m sorry!” you immediately say, feeling hot as well. “You wouldn’t listen to what I was saying, and I didn’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself, or your games, or your brothers, so!” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but it doesn’t work well.

“Listen...I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I just--”

“W-Well...I never said that...,” he mumbles, interrupting you. His gaze darts between your face, and the wall nearby. “But I didn’t really...feel...it the first time, so...m-maybe we should do it again…”

Satan:

Satan is a pretty good cook, so you tend to hang around him when it’s his night to make dinner.

It's not uncommon that you try to steal bites whenever he’s not looking.

Today, however, he warns you just a second too late that he’s making spicy curry (like, really spicy curry), so you should steer clear of any taste-testing.

Of course, a beat later he turns and sees you over the stove with the wooden spoon shoved into your mouth.

Even before you start to sweat, and tears form in your eyes, Satan is at fridge--pulling out the carton of milk and pouring you a big glass.

As you down the soothing liquid, Satan stays by your side--unable to help it when he chuckles. You send him a glare, letting him know you don’t appreciate him laughing at your pain, and he lifts a hand to pat your hair.

“Oi, Oi~ It’s your fault for not listening to me.”

He breaks into another fit of giggles, moving past you to return to the stove. Your eyes follow after him, heart beating surprisingly fast at the sound of his laughter, and the slightest bit of physical contact with him.

Setting the glass on the counter--your mouth now successfully not about to burst into flames--you steel yourself and make your way towards him.

Without warning, once at his side, you reach forward and grab two handfuls of his sweater vest. Satan’s eyes widen in surprise as you drag him into the impromptu kiss, but it doesn’t take him long to reciprocate.

With little thought, he matches the firmness of your lips--his cheeks dusted pink when he pulls back to smile at you.

“What was that for?”

“Just felt like it,” you mumble, glancing away. Your eyes fall to the bubbling pot of curry. “...will you make a separate batch that won’t kill me?”

He hums. “Maybe for the price of another kiss.”

Asmo:

Although Asmodeus teases you all the time about how much he wants to kiss you, and to shower you in even more intimate forms of affection--he never acts on them.

Sure, he’s the Avatar of Lust, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t understand boundaries.

He loves you a lot, and doesn’t want to mess your relationship up by moving too quickly, and for that, you really appreciate him.

However...while his consideration is appreciated, you’re starting to go stir crazy at the fact that he won’t make the first move.

So, you decide to take it upon yourself.

You spend hours--days, even--building up your courage. And today, your courage meter is finally full.

Asmo and you already have plans to hang out, so it’s not strange when you knock at his door. It is out of character, however, when he pulls the door open to greet you, and you immediately lurch forward--wrapping your arms around him as your lips connect.

Even if it’s unexpected, Asmo is reciprocating without missing a beat. He hugs you tightly, kissing you back until you’re gently pushing him away--in need of some air.

“Oh, I loved that,” he says dreamily, taking a step back into his room. “You should do that more often!! I love seeing this confident side of you! It’s such a turn on!”

You cup your hot cheeks, stepping inside after him--still in shock that you’d actually kissed him.

“I don’t know, Asmo, it took me a while to work up to that.”

He giggles a little at your statement, and you blink when he reaches forward and grabs a strand of your hair--tugging you forward. His eyes sparkle.

“Well...even if you don’t have the courage to initiate right now, since the ice is broken…,” he gaze falls to your lips. “Is it okay if I kiss you instead? I promise it’ll be enjoyable~ After all, I’m good at this stuff.”

Beel:

Most of the time, you’re alright with giving Beel your food. You love him to the moon and back, and seeing him eating his favorite dishes with that happy look on his face makes your heart soar.

Today, however, you’d purposely stashed your desert to the side--intent on eating it yourself, for once, considering it was a limited time flavor from Madam Screams.

You’d hoped that putting it out of sight, and quite literally stashing in behind all the food in the fridge, would help keep it from the Avatar of Gluttony--but food never gets past him.

You’re in the middle of finishing up your turn on dish duty when you hear the fridge pop open. Immediately you’re whipping your head around--gasping in shock when you see Beel sticking his head into the appliance, sniffing around with a hungry look on his face.

“Beel no!” you abandon the dishes and rush over to him, trying to stop him from devouring your dessert in one bite. However, your efforts are futile, and soon your precious sweets are gone. The only remaining hint of them is the dusting of sugar on Beelzebub’s lips, and in a moment of foolish bravery, you grab him by the collar of his jacket and tug him down.

Your lips connect, and you can taste the dessert on him--sweet, and rich--everything you’d been hoping for.

After a few seconds, you pull back for air, and find Beel staring at you with surprise written all over him. You feel your face begin to heat up--realization at what you’d just done hitting you--but before you can think to apologize, or run, Beel is dragging you back in.

His palms cup your cheeks--his lips meeting yours once more.

“I’m sorry for eating your dessert,” he mumbles, regret in his tone. “I’ll buy you another one. But.. until then, I want to keep tasting you.”

Belphie:

You’re struggling to fall asleep when Belphie stops by your room, and asks if you want to go for a walk with him. The offer sounds heavenly, so you say yes.

It’s a simple thing--walking side by side with the Avatar of Sloth, through the uncrowded streets of the Devildom--but it still makes you feel...smitten.

Over the last few weeks, your feelings for Belphie have only grown larger, and larger. And now, even simple gestures like this--that don’t have any special meaning--cause your mind to wander.

Seriously, he’s not even talking, but your gaze is zeroed in on his mouth. On his soft lips, which are parted ever so slightly as he sighs--his eyes trailing around the familiar scenery.

“Hey,” he speaks, turning to face you. He smiles, and the expression has your heart jumping into your throat.

Without thinking--acting solely on a split second of courage--you step towards him.

“Do you wanna get some--,” his voice cuts off abruptly as you press your lips to his. He makes a quiet sound of shock, and you can only imagine that he’s staring at you like you’re crazy. (Luckily, you can’t confirm if he is since your eyes are squeezed shut).

After a few seconds, you decide to pull back--feeling a little dejected since Belphie hasn’t made a move of his own. Then, just as you peel your eyelashes back open, Belphegor is grabbing you by your waist--dragging you against him as he captures your lips.

His kisses are much hotter than yours, and you whine at him, gently knocking your fist against his chest when you notice that the two of you are starting to draw looks from some nearby demons.

“What?” he asks cheekily, his grip loosening enough to allow you some room for air. “You’re the one that suddenly kissed me in the middle of the street. First kiss, too. How daring.”

Your face flushes, eyes darting away. “Y-Yeah, well…”

“Well,” he continues, reaching down to grab your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours, tugging you farther down the street. “I say we get somewhere more private, and then continue.”

Diavolo:

It just...sort of...happens.

Diavolo invites you to have tea in his office during your free period, and things go so well, that for a moment, you have a lapse in sanity and actually forget that the goddamn Prince of Hell isn’t your boyfriend.

You’ve had feelings for him for a while, and sometimes--when he’s in front of you, looking so handsome, and being so charming--it’s easy to lose yourself in those feelings.

So when your tea time wraps up, and Diavolo escorts you to the door of his office, maybe you--without thinking--press to your tiptoes and plant a kiss right against his lips.

“Thank you for tea, I--,” your words die off as a sense of dread washes over you. You raise a hand to your lips, realizing what you’ve done. “Oh my god--”

Your eyes flit to Diavolo’s face, and you can tell that he’s at a loss for word--his golden eyes wide with surprise.

Oh god, why are you like this??

Freaking out, you hurriedly reach for the door handle. “Lord Diavolo, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I--”

But before you can run into the hall and away from your current nightmare, Diavolo is grabbing your wrist and tugging you back into the room.

“No, no! No need to be sorry,” he beams, his free hand lifting to brush a few stray hairs from your face. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You flush, looking away and mumbling. “But I kissed you out of the blue like that…”

“True,” he chuckles, gaze tender as he regards you. “I was surprised, that’s for sure.” He leans down and looks you in the eyes--your faces just inches apart.

“So, next time, maybe don’t jump at me. Simply asking me for a kiss will work just fine.”

Barbatos:

You’re helping Barbatos out in the kitchen of the Demon Lord’s Castle when the urge to kiss him suddenly overwhelms you.

Because honestly--how dare he look so kind, and handsome all the damn time. In everything that he does, he always manages to hold the same poise, and grace, and it drives you mad.

Even now, as he stands over the stove--watching dinner cook, with an apron tied around his waist--the energy he exudes draws you in, and makes you fall all over again.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly make your way around the kitchen island, and step up to his side.

Sensing your presence, he turns to face you with a gentle smile.

“Dinner is almost finished,” he says. “Thank you for your help. If you want, you can head to the dining room where the others are.”

You nod, but your feet don’t move. Barbatos blinks, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

Taking a deep breath, you gather all of your courage, and then reach forward. Barbatos pauses as your fingers brush against his cheeks--his eyes going wide when he feels your lips press against his--warm, and soft.

“I…,” you stutter when you finally pull back. “I just...I want to do that, so…”

Barbatos chuckles at your darkening face, his gloved hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It’s quite alright. I’m flattered to know that you wanted to kiss me.”

His thumb soothes over your hot skin, and he smiles a bit wider.

“If you ever feel like doing it again, then please, by all means, you have my permission.”

“Same to you,” you mumble, causing him to laugh a little more. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Duly noted.”

Solomon:

You choose to blame your actions on the atmosphere of the party, and the fact that the sorcerer is looking fine as ever--dressed in a dark button down shirt, with the first few buttons undone.

He’d dragged you to The Fall with him, wanting a companion for the night, and you’d agreed.

Now, it’s been hours since your arrival, and the entire time, Solomon has kept you close to his side--fingers curling around your waist when you accidentally begin to stray too far.

The contact has butterflies fluttering around inside your tummy, but you try your best to ignore the sensation--the way being so close to Solomon is making you feel.

Your feelings boil over, however, when Solomon makes a point of defending you from a pushy demon.

Following the encounter, he drags you to a more private area of the club to create some much needed space.

“Jeez, I know you’re a human, but that was pretty rude,” he mumbles, eyes straying to the dance floor as he adjusts his shirt cuffs. But your gaze is solely locked on him, a frenzy of different emotions running through you in response to him, and his actions.

In the end, though, you can only think of one thing to do. One thing you really want to do.

Solomon makes a quiet sound of shock when you suddenly press up--pushing your lips against his for a few long beats. And when you inch back for air, you find Solomon grinning at you, looking quite satisfied.

“Oh? Giving a kiss to your prince charming? I like this type of payment.”

You scoff and push against his chest, but he’s already grasping your waist--keeping you near.

“I want that kiss back.”

“No refunds,” he laughs, his forehead knocking against yours, and the look in his eyes makes your melt a little. Then, he’s the one initiating kisses, and you swear your heart is beating in time with the bass of the club music.

Simeon:

With a school dance right around the corner, the angel had kindly offered to help you learn how to...well...dance. Properly dance. Not club dancing, or anything of the like.

No, from what you had heard, the RAD school dances were much more formal than the dances you had experienced in school back in the human world, so you’d been searching for a dance teacher.

Simeon had been more than happy to offer his services.

“Look at you!” he says with a gentle laugh--your hand on his shoulder, and his fingers curled around your waist. There’s music playing from your DDD, abandoned on his dresser as the two of you waltz around his room.

“You’re really getting the hang of it!”

You smile as you glance at his bright face, heart fluttering against your ribs as you’re once again reminded of how pretty he is, and how close the two of you are at the moment.

Seriously, as much as you appreciate him for offering to teach you, you’re pretty sure you’ve already staved off half a dozen heart attacks during your lessons.

And today, as heart attack number seven looms, you reach your breaking point.

As the song comes to a close, you step forward--breaking your rhythm--and kiss him. You can feel his body still--his brain catching up with reality.

Just as you begin to pull away, Simeon is closing the gap--hugging you tightly as he reciprocates your affections.

“You won’t kiss the others like this when you’re dancing with them, will you?” he whispers with a smile, making you laugh. “Our first kiss should be special, I think.”

“Kisses while dancing will be reserved for you,” you reassure him, giggling more when he pulls back and pouts at you.

“All kisses should be reserved for me.”

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reinerispretty · 4 years

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beneath the moon (sokka x f!reader) pt2

hello!! and thank u so much for all of ur positive feedback on part 1! i really appreciate u :) i hope you’re having a great day!

pt1

pt3

Yue was avoiding (Y/N).

Because of their status, the two princesses had a routine that they adhered to. While (Y/N) was at her healing lessons, Yue attended meetings with their father. When (Y/N) watched Master Pakku train the men, Yue visited the Healer to make sure her health was in order. (Y/N) knew every single movement that her sister was going to make on any given day, but today was different. Yue hadn’t attended their father’s meetings, nor could (Y/N) find her at the Healer’s hut. The girl sighed and walked down into the city to search for her sister.

It was an hour before (Y/N) saw Yue passing in one of the boats that drifted through the canals. (Y/N) walked along the icy sidewalks parallel to her sister. “Yue!” She shouted. Her sister glanced at her before turning away. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and stopped, watching her sister float further and further away. Then, she started running. Yue’s blue eyes widened as she realized what she was about to do.

“(Y/N), don’t!” Yue shouted, but it was too late. (Y/N) leapt through the air and landed inside the boat, causing it to rock and splash icy cold water inside. The rower glared at the princess before turning back to his job. “You know that’s so dangerous!”

“Sorry,” (Y/N) said as she caught her breath. “For yesterday, not for jumping in the boat.” Yue looked away from her and at the passing shops. “I wasn’t trying to insult you. I just got so angry when Hahn told me you guys were engaged.”

Yue raised a thin eyebrow. “Hahn wasn’t supposed to tell you.”

“Well, he did. And he was a real jerk about it too, asking if he’d be Chief one day. I told him that I’d rather choke on sea prunes than let that happen.”

Yue giggled. “That wasn’t very kind of you.”

“You’re the kind one,” (Y/N) said with a smile. “Happy birthday, Yue.” Her older sister smiled at her softly before leaning forward to hug her. (Y/N’s) body tightened up, but she relaxed a bit to hug her sister back. “I got you something.”

(Y/N) reached into her pocket and handed Yue a package wrapped in paper and tied with twine. Yue took it and set it in her lap. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Of course I did. You only turn sixteen once.” Yue removed her gloves and opened the package, unfurling the scroll that was inside. It was a picture of the two of them. Yue wore a bright smile on her face, while (Y/N)’s smile was much more subdued. “This is amazing! Did you paint this?”

(Y/N) nodded, biting her lip to contain her own smile. “I’ve been working on it for a few months.” Yue hugged her again.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever received,” she said softly. “I’ll cherish it forever, thank you.”

(Y/N) waved a hand in the air. “It’s no big deal. Hey, could you stop right here?” The rower came to a stop and (Y/N) hopped out of the boat. “I have to go get ready for tonight.”

“See you then,” Yue said, before the boat continued on its way. (Y/N) walked back up to her family’s igloo and to her room, where she began with the intention of picking out her nicest coats for tonight’s dinner. Instead, her mind wandered, and instead of getting dressed, she started digging around her room for a jar of paint that she hadn’t seen in a while. When she looked out her window, the sun was setting, and she nearly let out a scream of panic.

She dressed herself quickly, combed out her hair and braided it quickly as she ran out the door. She ran through the city, dodging passerby like she had done this before. (Which she had. As much as (Y/N) despised being late, sometimes she lost herself in her own little world, where time passed super quickly.) She ran across the bridges and hopped over canals to reach the courtyard where the feast would take place.

As she rounded a corner, her face instantly smacked into someone’s chest. The force knocked both of them to the ground and (Y/N) groaned as she rubbed her nose. “Geez, watch where you’re going,” (Y/N) muttered as her eyes welled with tears from the pain. She could barely see the boy through her tears, but she could tell that he was from the Water Tribe. He didn’t look like anyone she recognized, but perhaps she had just never noticed him.

“Me? You were the one running!” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and got to her feet, taking off to her destination. When she finally reached the steps that led up to the courtyard, the stars and moon has risen. She caught her breath, straightened her coats, and walked calmly up the steps. She felt the eyes of some of the elders on her, but she simply walked quickly over to where Yue was and sat beside her.

“You’re late,” Yue whispered to her, a smile playing on her lips. (Y/N) shrugged.

“Maybe next year I’ll be on time.” The two sisters giggled before their father started speaking.

“Tonight,” He began, “We celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Tribe.” (Y/N) blinked in surprise as her eyes landed on the duo that had accompanied the Avatar. The girl was small, about a year or so younger than herself, but the boy was the one she had run into on her way here. His eyes met hers and (Y/N) looked away quickly, back at her father. “And they have brought with them someone very special, someone whom many of us believed disappeared from the world until now...the Avatar! We also celebrate my eldest daughter's sixteenth birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age!”

Yue blushed as the crowd cheered for her. “Thank you, Father. May the great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times.”

As Master Pakku and his students performed their waterbending, (Y/N) could hardly keep her eyes off of it. Yue had to pull her over to the feast table, where (Y/N) was sat between the two Water Tribe siblings and Yue was sat on the end. She felt a bit uncomfortable sitting between strangers, but she picked food onto her plate and ate quietly. The girl next to her nudged her with her elbow to get her attention.

“Hi, I’m Katara, I don’t think we’ve met,” She said with a smile. (Y/N) smiled tightly back.

“I’m (Y/N),” She said, taking a sip of water from her cup. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“The guy on the other side of you is Sokka and this is Aang.” The Avatar waved at (Y/N) as he ate his food.

“We’re very happy to have you all here,” (Y/N) said. “It’s rare that we get outsiders coming to the city.”

“Hi there. Sokka, Southern Water Tribe,” The boy to her left said to Yue. (Y/N) glanced at her sister to see if she was welcoming the conversation. If she wasn’t, she would immediately shut it down. But Yue seemed to be enjoying herself, so (Y/N) relaxed and turned back to Katara.

“Are you and Yue friends?” Katara asked. (Y/N) furrowed her brows and shook her head.

“We’re sisters.” Katara’s eyes widened.

“I’m so sorry, Princess, I meant no disrespect!” (Y/N) laughed.

“It’s fine, I wouldn’t expect you to know that. We don’t exactly look alike.”

“So ... uhhh ... you're a princess, huh?” (Y/N) heard Sokka say. “You know, back in my tribe, I'm kind of like a prince, myself.”

Katara laughed. “Prince of what?”

Sokka turned to face her, his eyes instantly meeting (Y/N’s). She saw the recognition pass over his face as he said, “You’re the girl who ran into me today!”

(Y/N) pursed her lips. “Sorry about that. I was late to, well, here.” She shrugged, taking another large sip of her water.

“You ran into him?” Yue asked. Her sister nodded.

“Like, really hard. My nose still hurts.”

“Not as much as my butt does from being knocked over,” Sokka grumbled, before turning back to Yue.

(Y/N) turned back to Katara and engaged in pleasant conversation with her the remainder of the night. She told (Y/N) all about their adventurers on their way up to the Northern Water Tribe and each one had (Y/N) absolutely transfixed. “I’ve lived here my whole life,” she said. “I’d love to see something other than snow.”

Katara had laughed. “I felt the same way!”

(Y/N) and Yue walked home together, their arms linked. Yue rested her head on (Y/N’s) shoulder. “I really liked the boy I met tonight. Sokka? Did you get a chance to meet him?”

(Y/N) held in her smile. “Not formally. You spent the whole night keeping him to yourself.” Yue giggled, her face blushing a bright pink. “I’m glad you had fun. You deserve it.”

“He wants to meet me to do an activity together.” (Y/N) raised her eyebrow.

“What kind of activity?” Yue gently nudged her sister in the side.

“Nothing like that, you goose.” (Y/N) grinned. “Just...hanging out.”

“I wish I could see Hahn’s face when he sees the two of you ‘hanging out.’“

“Do you think he’d be mad?” (Y/N) shrugged.

“I, for one, don’t care at all about Hahn’s feelings. As long as you’re doing what makes you happy, Yue, it shouldn’t matter.” Yue hummed as they reached their igloo and said their goodnights.

“Happy birthday, Princess!” (Y/N) called out to her sister as she walked down the hall.

“Thank you, Princess!” Yue called back.

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astrologysvt · 4 years

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Mingyu’s Ideal Type - Natal Chart Reading

For ideal types, I’m not going to be doing specific placements of their ideal partner. Instead, I’m gonna be listing personality traits I think would mesh well with them, as well as focus on their needs and the kind of person who could meet them. what this reading cannot account for is the compromising the members would do on their end for their s/o. so just keep in mind this is only half of the whole picture!

lmfao having mingyu towards the end of this reading cycle is wild.

i was running out of my ways to say “communication” and “intellect” thanks to all the air in the rest of svt.

so now i’m gonna try and get through this WHOLE READING without saying those words EVER AGAIN

he’s definitely going to want a very playful relationship.

so someone who can keep up with his energy when it peaks.

someone who will hype him up when necessary

or at the very least, someone who wont try and cramp his style if he decides he wants to do something fun or show off.

with an aries venus, he’s going to be drawn to those who have very warm and active energies about them.

it also makes him a mixture of ULTRA AFFECTIONATE and suuuuper mischievous when it comes to his s/o.

he likes to poke fun and joke around.

so someone who wants to be smothered in love who will return the sentiment

but also someone who will receive his more playful antics while also giving him a very satisfying back-and-forth.

i imagine he’s very good at exchanging this role where he’s the one joking around and his s/o is like 😔smh

but then his more rational and doting virgo mars comes out and he can be the one whose like 😔while his s/o goes out and makes a fool of themselves.

he has a very earnest and clumsy way of approaching relationships.

aries venus’ tend to have very “childlike” and light-hearted (albeit a little unrealistic) ideas of how to impress their s/o.

he wants to come across cool, wants to show off and show up for his s/o where there is this whole dynamic of “look at what i can do!!” and “i can handle it no problem”

and it’s all with the hope that he can look skilled, competent, and honestly just hot.

but then you have these earth influences through taurus and virgo in his mercury and mars respectively, and this sentiment also comes from a much more grounded and modest place.

so you can really trust he’d still do those things even if he didn’t receive the fanfare (although he does truly appreciate it)

as i said, virgo placements are naturally very doting and earth in general strongly values physical/concrete representations of commitment/presence in relationships.

virgo is the influence of lifestyle, domesticity, and healing.

and so he wants someone who will let him take care of them, who is receptive and appreciative of these efforts.

he wouldn’t really vibe well with someone who was overly independent to the point they resisted said help.

it also adds an appreciation for the routine, and so he’s looking for someone who can integrate themselves into his life in ways that maintain structure and order.

it also makes him love the mundane things!

like cooking dinner together, doing chores together, shopping together, or honestly just sitting around maybe reading or watching tv.

mingyu is super interesting tho because he has two sides to him.

he is a very passionate, straight-forward, and magnanimous person but he also has a chart that’s simultaneously very sensitive, reserved, and potentially retreated.

his initial energy is pretty unrelenting with an aries sun at the helm of his chart.

his chart really spares no expense when it comes to life and love.

to put it in perspective, you have cap influences which spare no expense in the sense of being resourceful and hating waste or anything ancillary.

and then you have aries influences that see no need to be reserved or stingy in any sense.

nothing is put to waste and THEN SOME with aries placements.

and this is certainly true with mingyu, and so having someone who leans into that passion, enthusiasm, and generousity would be great for him.

someone who would find his clumsy, innocent, and potentially blunt approach to romance endearing.

this also makes him a very affectionate, open, and attached person.

i imagine once he has feelings for someone, it probably takes milliseconds before he starts flirting and joking around with them.

he truly does not waste time on that front

(although he also has these placements that make him one of the most adorable, flustered, and smitten guys when he has a crush).

he really likes that feeling of “conquest” when it comes to wooing someone

and so he may like someone who isn’t as assertive who he can approach first (although he will not have patience for someone who plays hard to get).

and then obviously that aries brings a sense of energy to relationships.

but what’s interesting with mingyu is that i wouldn’t necessarily say he needs a super exciting and adventurous relationship because of that.

with a pisces moon, taurus mercury, and virgo mars -- he’s actually a pretty calm and leisurely guy himself.

he may want to do a bunch of different things with his s/o, and so someone who is open for adventure and new experiences would be great.

but as i said before, with a virgo mars that puts an emphasis towards domesticity, i imagine he’d be pretty satisfied with a more mellow and realistic relationship once it settles past the honeymoon phase.

so that sense of excitement may speak to what peaks his interest romantically as well as his initial approach, but longterm he’s looking for something much more predictable and reasonable.

aries placements can also be pretty protective.

once he’s bonded with someone, he’s going to have a very “they’re mine” attitude.

he wants their attention, he wants to be the first on their list, and dislikes competition or anything that can give him insecurity in this sense

(although his chart makes him very kind-hearted, forgiving, and gentler than someone with a more “pure” aries energy).

he wants to be the best in every single category in their eyes which isn’t particularly the most realistic mindset.

so it’d be great if his s/o would play along, do what they can to make him feel good, and will put him on this pedestal to a degree

but also someone who can be realistic, sweet, and caring when they have to kinda of let him down or assert their own boundaries/preferences

like “i love you babe but this is ridiculous”

cuz he also doesn’t really like getting scolded or told what to do, but is very receptive and accommodating to others so long as the approach is clear yet gentle and very non-chastising.

and this just stems from his desire to do good by his partner.

even if he doesn’t succeed in his attempts or it comes across weird, he really just wanted to do something nice for his s/o, wanted to protect them, and wanted them to be proud of him.

so having that acknowledged at the core of it is very important.

if his partner is overly critical and doesn’t take into account his positive intention, he’s going to feel frustrated and neglected

and this is because he DOES have this super clumsy aries inflence.

he can be rather impulsive, or at the very least not overly concerned with the vast implications of his actions, and so he isn’t wholly paying attention to every single thing he’s doing.

and so someone who is more knit-picky and more detail focused when trying to interpret actions wouldn’t be compatible with him.

i feel especially with a fire sun and water moon, he may struggle with his actions not fully lining up with his intentions.

and so that dynamic would get very discouraging over time.

i see this all the time with jeonghan, that infamous sister sign combo.

jeonghan is much more nuanced in how he interprets actions.

where as mingyu is much more literal, plain, and straight-forward himself.

lol like during their breakfast vlive in nyc.

mingyu was like “i’m a good roommate”

and jeonghan was like “uhhh?? i’m a good roommate too????? excuse you???”

and mingyu was like “i know???”

like he didn’t mean to imply jeonghan wasn’t a good roommate but it came across that way to someone like jeonghan who is very mindful of implications.

lol that may not be the best example, but it’s good that whoever mingyu is dating understand there really isn’t any hidden meaning or hidden agenda with him.

or if there is, he’s incredibly bad at hiding it.

what you see is what you get, and over interpretation runs the risk of causing unnecessary conflict.

but then we get into the other side of his interesting dichotomy.

while he is this very dedicated, loving, and attached person thanks to his aries influences.

he also has a lot in his chart that indicates he needs a great deal of freedom and space.

his aries influences assert their independence and autonomy without thinking twice, and being restrained in that regard may frustrate him if he has to start second guessing everything he does.

although those pisces/virgo placements do make him very considerate in comparison, so it’s more so ensuring that he isn’t being restrained in ways he feels needless or petty.

then his pisces moon strongly indicates that he’s the type to need space to process emotions and life in general.

pisces moons are very reactive, empathetic people and can often times get overwhelmed if they aren’t given room to breath.

he takes in everything and absorbs all of the energies given to him, and then his aries influences come in and insist he needs to be a part of the action at all times

so there is a strong potential to kind of wear himself out if he isn’t careful.

so while he is very go, go, go with that aries

he’s going to need to retreat every now and again thanks to that pisces moon.

so someone who is understanding of that who can give him that room to breath, who wont question it, and can simply let him be.

it’d also be great if they can read him well, as once he’s at that point he may not be the most verbal in his discomfort.

he may honestly just leave once hes had enough and decides he needs to turn off the noise.

but with that pisces moon in general, this does make him a very emotionally intelligent person although he may not fully understand it himself.

rather than verbally, he’s going to bond with someone through emotional closeness and understanding.

and so he’d like someone who is receptive to that, who doesn’t put as much emphasis on verbal connection who’d return the favor of keeping themselves sensitive and empathetic to him.

otherwise the relationship may feel superficial to him if everything needs to be explicitly stated or asked for, which is reinforced by the lack of air in his chart.

he doesn’t always want to talk things out, he sometimes just wants to leave them be and sit in it.

and someone who picks and prods to the point of excess in that sense would really frustrate him.

SO IN GENERAL.

a sense of humor and excitement is key with him.

he wants a relationship filled with laughter.

he doesn’t want a relationship that weighs too heavily to him.

there should be an equal attempt on both parts to keep things light, supportive, and unrestrictive.

there should also be this sense of amplification.

he wants to be encouraged and uplifted.

that aries can make him so energetic and antsy, and so having a receptive and equally playful partner to release that energy with is something he really likes.

but beyond that, i think he has a very realistic idea of the type of relationship he wants ultimately.

he wants a very supportive s/o.

someone who makes him feel good about himself and boosts his confidence when necessary.

but more realistically, he wants someone he can build a life with and offer that support to in more concrete ways.

he’s so affectionate, so loving, and so generous.

he really wants someone he can dote on, take care of, and who will offer the same courtesy to him.

and honestly just someone who is going to accept and appreciate everything in excess he wants to give

may it be affection, empathy, forgiveness, understanding, support, service and all that cute adorable mingyu stuff.

#seventeen #svt #mingyu #kim mingyu #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios

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min-youngis · 4 years

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Blue Drapes

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when the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in the garden under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer - When The Day Met The Night, Panic! At The Disco

~ Pairing : Kim Yugyeom x Reader (Royalty AU)

~ Genre : Fluff, Humour, Some Spicy Romantical Times

~ Summary/Excerpt : He can’t let it be at that, can’t do anything without some roguish form of teasing, and you vaguely wonder why you’re surprised when he gives you a quick and taunting close lipped nip on the skin that he had so softly brushed his lips across just moments ago.

Established Relationship

~ Word Count : 2,024

~ Warnings : uhhh lil suggestiveness i think.

~ A/N : in case u missed the memo, yugyeom best boy and jinyoung Sassy McSasserpants.

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You look out onto the green lake shimmering in the bright sunlight, reflecting the willow trees that are growing all around its banks. With a fifth sigh in as many minutes, you bring your gaze back to the empty table in front of you, chair opposite conspicuously unoccupied. Behind, you hear Jinyoung swat an errant fly.

You’re sure that if you ask again, your bodyguard is going to tell you to jump into the large water body that’s so close by, but you can’t help yourself from enquiring, “Jinyoung, are you absolutely certain he got the message?”

Predictably, you get a huff in a response before he says in his characteristic deadpan voice, tone deceptively courteous, “Will you tip yourself over, or would you like me to push you in?”

Ignoring him, you’re about to sigh again, because that always seems to get things moving right along, when at the distance, from the direction of the palace, you see a lone figure rounding the corner, walking rapidly. They’re too far away for you to make out the person's face, but their long legs, tall frame and the excited bound in their step makes it amply clear.

Slowly, he comes into focus, his face becoming clearer, smile wide. His joyful expression seems indecently expressive coupled with his fitted royal blue tunic, a constant symbol of powerful restraint and control. Nevertheless, you can’t stop yourself from cracking a grin in return as he makes his way towards you, slowing down as he nears.

You resist the urge to jump to your feet and throw your arms around his neck, wanting nothing more than to nestle in his warmth, but you hold yourself back, eyes twinkling in barely concealed mirth as Yugyeom wordlessly and exaggeratedly bows in front of your primly seated form, gently taking one of your hands in his and pressing a tender kiss to the back of your palm.

He can’t let it be at that, can’t do anything without some roguish form of teasing, and you vaguely wonder why you’re surprised when he gives you a quick and taunting close lipped nip on the skin that he had so softly brushed his lips across just moments ago. At your tiny yelp, you feel him smile against your hand for a second before he straightens up, elegantly walking over to the empty chair opposite, satisfied grin still plastered on his face, leaving you breathing a bit more rapidly than before the exchange.

“Your Highness,” he nods in greeting with faux-solemnity, eyes twinkling in mirth.

“And yours,” you reply a bit stupidly, your heart still in the process of returning to its normal pace.

Behind you, Jinyoung snorts.

Feeling vindictive, you unostentatiously slip off your Lady Jane shoes and let your socked foot move forward underneath the table until it lightly but insistently brushes against Yugyeom’s shin, your above-table manner dripping innocence.

He startles, immediately realising what’s going on, and after a jokingly scandalised expression at your illusively nonchalant frame, he sets his face determinedly, smile still threatening to tug at the corners of his lips.

You feel your just calmed down heart slowly picking up pace once again as you take in the challenging cock of his eyebrow and a thrill runs down your spine in anticipation of his next move. Eagerly you wait, any moment now, he’s preparing to spring it, in just a second –

“Ahem.”

Surprised, you nearly jump, feeling like somebody’s just poured a barrel of cold water on you. Opposite you, Yugyeom yelps in sudden fright, immediately moving back in his chair from the forward bend towards you he had slowly, subconsciously moved into.

You whip your head around to face Jinyoung, who, for all intents and purposes, seems like a statue, steadfastly looking forward into the distance. The effect is mildly ruined by the tiny smile on his face, the only indication that he had just broken up a very intense, eye contact filled, social decency sanctioned form of foreplay.

Grateful that at least one person here has some presence of mind, you turn back around to look at Yugyeom, who’s now sitting languidly in his chair, careless grin on, shoulders drooped just right so nobody can tell him off for looking shabby, all casual elegance and suaveness once again. The slow breeze only serves to heighten the image, smoothly running through his hair and rumpling it, making it hit that perfect line between roguishly untidy and dirtily shabby.

It doesn’t fool you one bit. He may be all charm and sophistication on the outside, but you know what really makes him tick. And maybe more importantly, you know what makes him fall apart.

Impatiently shooing away the thoughts and feelings and bodily reactions that resurface as you take in his lazily poised frame and twinkling eyes, you softly clear your throat and collect your thoughts before getting straight to the matter at hand. “I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve called you here?”

Somehow, his grin expands a tiny bit, and looking perfectly content, eyes not leaving yours so you’ll understand exactly what he’s referring to, he replies, “I was. And then I found out. Really, out here in the open?”

Letting out an undignified snort that your mother would most definitely disapprove of, you calm yourself down before fixing him with a proper glare. With a little shake of the head to clear it, you once again begin the process of trying to convey what you had wanted to.

“I only wanted to know what you thought about blue drapes.”

Confusion clouds his features, head tilting to the side in befuddlement as he slowly asks, “Blue...drapes?”

Rapidly feeling like this may not have been the best idea, you nod and repeat, now in a less confident tone, “Yes, the – uh, drapes for the parlour. In our new home. When we move. After the wedding. In a week.”

By the end of the confused spiel, your voice is a barely there squeak, certain that this was a stupid, stupid plan. Yugyeom doesn’t make it any easier on you, as his face clears in understanding, bemusement morphing into first a revelatory smile, then a teasing grin, before settling in a smug smirk. He knows you couldn’t care less about drapes, that you’d rather spend your time deciding which authors to host in the library if you were thinking about home decor at all, that this meeting is just one big, convoluted excuse to meet him and talk to him without inviting the scrutiny and judgement of both royal families.

It’s all well and good during the courting stage to spend time alone, to stay in each other’s company for extended periods, the two of you even managing to get away with thoroughly enjoying a couple of nights together without either of your families finding out. But once the engagement is done, this close to the wedding, it’s considered most improper to meet like this. So you had to come up with an excuse. In hindsight, you probably should have spent a bit more time making it at least a little believable.

With a wide smile, Yugyeom mischievously says to your sheepish face, “I think I’d prefer something lighter, yes? Purple perhaps?”

Flustered at being found out, unable to meet his eyes, you reply, “Uh, yes. Purple drapes are fine. Good – uh, choice.”

The laugh that he’s obviously been trying very hard to hold in for the last few minutes bursts out in a chortle, and in moments, he’s out of his seat and making his way towards you.

Immediately on alert, you hold up a firm hand to halt him mid-step. Your entire being cries for him to cross those last few feet, to finally hug him, feel him solid and warm and comforting against you, but the protocol for sneaking around is tricky.

Not taking your eyes off of Yugyeom’s so he knows you’re only delaying what you both want out of absolute necessity, you slowly utter, “Jinyoung?”

In your head, you can practically see him scanning first the immediate surroundings around the lake, eyes peeled for anybody who might be passing by, and then carefully scrutinising every window of the palace that’s facing the lawn you’re all on, ensuring that nobody from the family is looking this way or, as both of your meddling relatives are wont to do, purposely spying.

A couple of agonising moments later, you hear him shortly say from behind you, “Clear,” and now you’re up on your feet as well, standing just as Yugyeom reaches you in two quick, long strides, gentle arms winding around your waist as your hands do the same to his, your head burrowing into the crook of his neck as you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

“I think it’s absolutely adorable that you tried coming up with an excuse to meet me,” he mutters into your hair, chest rumbling as he giggles.

“Don't laugh at me,” you whine, noting with satisfaction as his arms almost imperceptibly tighten around your waist, filling you with smugness that even if you had gone to ridiculous, badly thought out lengths to arrange this, he’s hardly complaining.

Confirming your suspicions, slightly pulling away but only enough so he can tip your chin up and look you in the eye, he mumbles, “I was moments away from sending you a letter of my own when I received yours.”

Glowing at the revelation, you ask, “What was your excuse going to be, then?”

“Kitchen cabinets,” he says shortly, letting you have your three seconds of amused laughter before he’s kissing you, one hand cupping the side of your jaw and the other still delicately placed on the small of your back. Gently squeezing his waist, you melt into the comfort, joy, love that you’re finally receiving after craving it for days.

From somewhere outside your little bubble, through the cloudy haze that your mind is in, you hear a throat clearing and a softly but urgently muttered ‘We have company.’

With great effort, you pull away, hurriedly stepping backwards to a respectable distance as Yugyeom does the same, both of you breathing deep and slow in an effort to look like you haven’t just committed what is considered as veritable sin by your families. You can’t stop yourself from shooting a baleful look at Jinyoung, though, but he’s unbothered, simply shrugging as he says, “Just doing my job,” his eyes not leaving the undergrowth of a willow on the far side of the bank from where he had seen the offending subtle movement.

You and Yugyeom follow his lead, nervously putting a bit more distance between yourselves as you wait for something to happen, somebody to appear.

“Must've been an animal,” Jinyoung mutters after a couple of pregnant minutes of silent waiting and watching. “But just in case, we should head back in, Your Highness.”

You know he’s right, that it’s the most logical action to take, and you push away the irrational disappointment, turning to Yugyeom with reluctantly accepting eyes.

“Write to me,” you softly say, holding your left hand out.

Gently taking it in his own, he bows deep at the waist and presses an uncharacteristically chaste kiss, stopping at that. No frills or extras this time, only the obedient niceties of social norm. And yet, your dress suddenly feels too tight.

You give his fingers a tight squeeze, not letting go immediately as he straightens up while saying, “I’m sure we have more important matters to discuss, like the colour of the drapes in the other rooms.”

With a giggle, you release his hand, watching as he turns around and walks away, your pleased and satisfied gaze on the slightly red flush on his ears.

Gaze still fixed on his retreating form, you absentmindedly tell Jinyoung, “I can’t wait for next week.”

Drily, you get the reply. “No, really? I could hardly tell.”

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years

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Rafael Barba Imagine (Extra)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Law and Order SVU.

“Sometimes I wonder how he’s still alive.” Carisi jokes. He and Rollins just got back from court after watching Rafael in his natural habitat. From what you heard he was going at the criminal with all he had. He walked in too, with Olivia on his trail. “The case is strong, and we have enough to put him at the scene. We’ll nail this son of a bitch. He won’t hurt another woman again. “

His assurance was all Olivia really needed. She knew where Barba’s priorities were and he always fought for justice for the victim. That was probably one of the main reasons that you liked him. His undying sense of justice. One thing instilled in you was not to trust anyone. At least in your eyes, anyone could do bad things. A mother, close friend, even a sibling. Most of the time when you caught the perp you were shocked at who the suspect turned out to be. That’s why with Barba, you were thankful for him. No matter what the situation, you knew Barba was someone you would never have to worry about doing something like that.

Your gaze moved back to your desk, relieved that another psycho was getting what he deserved. “Why don’t we go out tonight. This case is pretty much wrapped up. “ Rollins pitched in. Carisi jumped up almost immediately. “I’m in.” he basically shouted. You giggled.

“Me too, got nothing better to do.” Fin added.

“What about you (Y/N)?” you blinked. Your eyes moved in Barba’s direction before pitching back.

“I-I’m fine. Think I’ll just call it a night. Catch up on some sleep. “ Rollins snorted, seeing right through you. She walked closer leaning in.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You got a little boyfriend don’t you?” her statement made you tense. You and Barba just started dating, and you didn’t want anyone to know about it. That’s why you were always cautious in your interactions.

“I-I have no idea what you mean.” you denied. She just smiled. You were grateful she didn’t voice her thoughts out loud, because you didn’t want the entire team discussing your love life. Olivia came running out with her phone clutched to the side of her face. “Carisi, Rollins get to the school, Fin, (Y/N) come with me!” you didn’t even need an explanation. You grabbed your coat, swerving around your chair as you paced out the door with her.

~~~

When you got back to the precinct you were exhausted. The suspect had taken the witness hostage, with intention to kill. Liv was fortunate she’d gotten a call from the school when she did, otherwise the outcome would have been far worse. He was now successfully in police custody, another charge added to his already high list. He was looking at 25 to life in prison.

“Another full day.” you sighed dropping into your chair. Rollins and the others already left to the bar. If you were being honest, now you really weren’t in the mood to drink. The sight of that boy almost being shot never left your mind.

“Rough day.” a voice said next to you. Your eyes opened, looking over at lime green ones. “You have no idea.” Barba chuckled, taking a seat at your desk.

“I know this job can get to you sometimes. I forget sometimes that you’re still pretty new to this. You should find someone to talk to about your day. It’s not good to keep it bottled up.” you nodded.

“I have been chatting with someone. Liv gave me a number last time. When that guy took me hostage. It’s just something about being held at gunpoint that never really leaves you. “ Barba didn’t say much after that, just leaned over placing a hand on your knee. You smiled at the gesture, sitting up.

“If you ever need to talk, I’m right here. I think you of all people should know how good I am with words. “ that made you laugh. “Rafael Barba, the king of communication.” he smirked. “At your service.” His presence really did help though. Despite his sharp tongue, his heart was always in the right place. There was just something about him. No matter how many times he said things to make you want to punch him sometimes, he was just so dang charming. Not to mention caring. You could see the genuine worry reflected in his eyes. He knew what this job did to people.

“I know it gets hard, I just hope that no matter how much scumbags we take down, that you’ll never lose that light in you. “ You raised an eyebrow.

“Really I have a light in me?” It sounded kind of cheesy, you were about to point that out to him but he stopped you.

“Yes, and I am aware how cheesy that sounds. Before you tear me down hear me out. “ you closed your mouth with a smile. “Very well, proceed counselor. “ He grinned.

“You’re the youngest, so I believe it's natural for you to be naive. But you’re actually the most realistic one on this team. When you first joined I thought you’d be making rookie mistakes. Similar to what Carisi did. He always assumed that certain circumstances would make a case solid. He’s studying law so I guess it’s understandable for him to have so much faith in the law. But that’s not how these cases usually turn out.” you sat there listening as he continued.

“You don’t see the world that way though. Your eyes reflect hope, but also a tinge of maturity in ways that I’ve seen before. Your life growing up must have been hard, the level of knowledge and growth in your eyes is close to what I’ve seen from Liv. You have a general understanding of how the world is, something very uncommon for women your age. “ You were alarmed at how well he was reading you. For a second you swore maybe he was just moon lancing as an ADA and was secretly a profiler.

“How do you..”

“I’m good at my job (Y/N).” Yep, there it was, that tongue.

“That being said, there is also an innocence that does reflect your age. Maybe it’s the way your eyes sparkle when Carisi brings in your favorite pizza, or the adorable way your cheeks flush whenever I give you a compliment, or kiss your deliciously soft lips..”

That statement was said a little lower. You blushed, as if proving his statement. He was right though. No matter how many times he kissed you, you’d always get a little bashful. You couldn’t help it. At heart you were still very much the shy rookie of NYPD’s Special Victims Unit. He leaned closer, face barely inches apart. You actively swallowed, wanting nothing more than him to lean in and claim your lips. From the look in his eyes, he was thinking the same. Your breathing got a little shallow at the lack of space between you.

“I have faith that this job will not affect you in the ways you think. Trust me (Y/N).” he gave your knee another little pat before standing.

“Well, get some rest, we’ll probably have a busy day tomorrow. “ And just like that he was padding over to his office. You just watched him strut off all confident. You pressed a hand to your face to try and calm your insistent heart beat. Once again Barba had won another case. You were sure he was smirking to himself in his office.

~~~

Rollins walked in the next morning laughing at something Carisi whispered to her. You looked up at their voices. “Hey rookie, how was your quiet night. “ you grumbled at the nickname.

“Come on Amanda I’ve been here for at least five months. I think the rookie thing is getting old. “

“Please, I’m still the new guy around here.” Carisi chipped in.

“It has to be the accent.” you spoke. He just gave you a look.

“Very funny (Y/N).” you shrugged.

“Just saying, that Staten Island drawl does get to you.” you teased. You turned not really paying attention to what was in front of you. You ran right into someone. Said person grabbed you by the shoulder to prevent a very ungraceful fall. You looked up to thank the person and also apologize.

The words got stuck in your throat when you realized it was Barba. His hands were still on you. “Uhhh I-I uhhh..” you couldn’t form words. This was the closest the two of you ever were at work. You knew you should have maybe pulled away. You didn’t want your colleagues catching wind of anything. You finally willed yourself to pull back, straightening your clothes.

“S-Sorry counselor.” Your cheeks were darker than they’ve ever been. When you collected yourself you noticed a cup of coffee spilled on the ground. Carisi and Rollins were in the background trying to keep it together, especially at the look on your face.

“Oh my gosh I dropped your coffee. I’ll get you another one immediately sir.” you just took off, completely mortified. Barba stared at your retreating form. A smile threatened to show but he held it back, settling for what he hoped was a stare of annoyance. “Rookies. “ he spoke and Carisi agreed with a nod.

“Tell me about it.” he chuckled.

You stepped into Barba’s office with his coffee. After that very embarrassing situation, you felt like this was the only way to redeem yourself. When he saw you his eyes twinkled.

“Oh, came to replace my poor drink. Frapa did not deserve such a death.” you glared.

“Can it, it was bad enough basically the entire precinct saw me crash into you, after almost faceplanting. Don’t you think my ego has taken enough hits today.”

You placed the caffeinated drink on his desk, turning to leave. Barba stood, grabbing your hand before you could go. You looked back at him in confusion and alarm.

“W-What are you doing, someone could see u-” that particular statement didn’t have a chance to properly form. Barba pulled you forward. His lips meeting yours in a heated desperation. You tensed at the beginning, until he started nibbling on your lower lip. You submitted, body enjoying the way his tongue mapped every inch of your mouth on entry. Of course he wasn’t just good at law. This guy was just a walking ball of masculinity and frigging dominance. It drove you crazy. You were gripping at the back of his shirt as he ravished your mouth. When his lips left your own you were panting. Chest still actively pressed to him. The both of you were breathing erratically.

“Sabes bien..” Sometimes you forgot he spoke Spanish. You didn’t even know what he said, but damn it was sexy. A pleasant shiver ran up your spine.

“I should knock your coffee over more often.” he laughed, and so did you.

“Definitely.” Barba agreed.

Translation: Sabes bien- you taste good. (Sorry if this is incorrect, I got it from google translate lol)

#rafaelbarba #barbaxreader #love #reader insert #amandarollins #carisi #fin #oliviabenson #law and order: special victims unit #crime #shy reader #cute #hotbarba #witness

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beautifulterriblequeen · 4 years

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do you think ethari and runaan's discussion/disagreement about rayla going on the mission would've happened before or after the lotus scene we saw in s3? i'm curious!

Before, for sure. We’re still not sure on the timing of those pre-mission events--how much time passed between Avizandum’s death and Lain and Tiadrin’s ghosting, how much time passed between the ghosting and Runaan getting his mission, how much time passed between getting his mission and actually leaving on it. Maybe he and his assassins do a lot of mission-specific training before they leave, so they’re best prepared for conditions relating to the task at hand. Maybe there’s scouting missions and such that have to happen first. I mean, Runaan did know the layout of the castle by the time he got there. Did he just sneak around on the rooftops and figure that out that evening, or do the Moonshadow assassins have castle layouts for all the human kingdoms just filed away somewhere from scout reports? Who knows.

Anyway. Considering that Runaan and his assassins had their “war paint” on and performed a ritual to track their life signs, I think their departure on the mission was imminent. Possibly leaving that very night, since Runaan performed the binding ritual in the daytime and the assassins attacked after sunset.

So I do think that Runaan and Ethari still disagreed with each other even during that kiss, which makes it all the more poignant. I think they’d disagreed from the moment Rayla brought up her request, or from the moment Ethari heard about it, and they kept disagreeing and never resolved it. I don’t know if they’d actually have been as distant as they were in my ficlet--that was just the angst talking--but I can see why they never managed to resolve it. But resolution isn’t necessary when you love someone unconditionally, and these two elves do love each other unconditionally.

I think Ethari, being so emotionally open, knew exactly why Runaan needed to give Rayla this one perfect chance. Ethari could tell it came from a place of love in Runaan’s heart, and that probably kept him from being able to really argue against the decision as hard as he wanted to. He’s soft and he wouldn’t want to hurt Runaan by telling him he wasn’t allowed to show Rayla how much he loved her. At the same time, though, uhhh all that death and danger, so Ethari couldn’t let go of his worry for them both.

Runaan’s the sticking point in this disagreement. He’s harder than Ethari, less emotionally in tune, and his naturally narrower viewpoint is really getting in his own way here. He wants to do a thing that makes perfect sense to him, but he’s thinking with his heart, and he really doesn’t do that very often, so he can’t see his own pitfalls. If he’d been pushed harder, I think he would’ve found a way to adapt differently--he can do that under pressure. But Ethari didn’t--wouldn’t--pressure him hard enough, out of his own love for Runaan. And when Ethari backed off or didn’t push any harder, Runaan felt justified in his choice. Force, whether physical or argumentative, is a language Runaan speaks fluently. Ethari’s failure to overcome Runaan’s plans just feels like victory.

Like I said, I don’t know how long these two were at odds before Runaan’s mission began. But I think that at some point Ethari--because he has to go first--realized that if he did push too hard, he risked upsetting Runaan before a mission and possibly damaging his relationship with Rayla. Ethari can read all these emotional cues very well, better than Runaan can. Those were very real risks to him. At the same time, he does trust Runaan’s skills. He’s always come home before. If anyone is fully invested in keeping Rayla safe, it’s Runaan. And thirdly, Ethari just plain loves his husband and wants him to come home safe.

Runaan’s a stubborn elf. Ethari gave way first, out of love for him. He still held his worries in his eyes. Runaan knew they were there. But Runaan was--and always is--supremely confident in himself. He always had every intention of coming back safely, with Rayla having brought honor to her family once again. Ethari had to put his trust in his husband as he never had before, that he would succeed and protect Rayla if she faltered.

Ethari had to choose to accept Rayla taking a life in exchange for her coming home safely. He’d rather have her hardened than dead. But he knows there’s a cost to what Runaan does. It couldn’t have been fun for Runaan to hear Ethari say that Runaan had a dark heart from doing his job so long and that Ethari didn’t want Rayla’s heart to match. Even if you love someone unconditionally, that’s got to sting a bit, getting judged on the status of your heart even though it’s a result of your honorable duty. But Runaan’s the one who initiated the kiss, so he had to forgive Ethari his viewpoint. Probably--hopefully--because Runaan knows Ethari’s right. Runaan does have some illusions about himself--that supreme confidence, for one--but I hope he knows that he really is darkened by his duty. I think he does. In that lovely HBMP podcast about Moonshadow elves, Devon Giehl and Iain Hendry said that Runaan could never hate anyone that Ethari liked, and that’s stuck with me because it tells me that on some deep and true level, Runaan knows that Ethari’s a better judge of character than he is. Which means Runaan must acknowledge that he’s a bit too hard, and that’s why he values Ethari’s opinion so much. Ethari is his second heart, his softer heart.

I honestly love this setup because its conflicts seem inextricable. How would Runaan have actually given Rayla what she needed without taking her along? How could this situation have played out any differently without damaging other relatinships? And then we have the whole thing being false, an illusion caused by Viren (why is it always Viren’s fault), because Rayla’s parents were never cowards at all and their honor should never have been questioned. I love and hate it so much! And it just sweeps Ethari and Runaan, and Rayla, up in all this emotional drama that they can’t escape.

The fact that Runaan and Ethari kissed so softly and sweetly before Runaan left just tells me how strong their bond is. They had so much swirling beneath the surface. But for the sake of appearances, for Rayla’s sake, and because they truly do adore each other, they agreed to disagree quietly, to move forward with what must be done, and to choose to focus on what they could agree that they didn’t want to change: their love and affection for each other.

I think you can see that unresolved discussion even in that kiss, though. Ethari leans in because he adores Runaan, but then he pulls back and his shoulders slump because he’s sad that here they are on the cusp of Runaan leaving, and his heart is still full of worry for him and Rayla. Runaan tips up his chin and silently reassures him that he’s got this, and everything will be fine. And he does it so softly. It’s clear that no matter how heated any past disagreement got, it’s settled into a low key worry-and-reassurance now. They’re not upset at each other. They’re just upset. But they still love and trust each other, and like Runaan said in my ficlet, the Moon moves forward. And so must they.

Wow. This turned into a whole-ass TED talk. So thanks for coming. I guess you can tell how much I love and support these elf husbands, huh.

#asks #runaan #ethari #runaan x ethari #tdp speculation

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monstaxscenario · 5 years

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𝔾𝕀𝕍𝔼 𝕀ℕ

❖ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ

❖ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ

Paring: Im Changkyun x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Synopsis: When you were a cub, your pack was hunted. Luckily you survived. Years later, you made a new pack, one that is different than most. Your pack was living normally as you all could. However, when the rare full moon came about, your pack is put in danger. A pack of seven comes to your aid, claiming to protect you. Within that pack, a certain male intrigues you. You feel something you’ve never felt before. You’re smitten but are quickly drawn back to reality. You remember that your time is running out, as well as your self-control. Your inner wolf has had enough and decides to make you choose; either you give in on the night of the rare moon or die.

~Admin Angie (๑>◡<๑)

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Silence.

No one in the room spoke. Everyone just stared at the sleeping male lying in the bed of the guest room. You and Chachi took him into the house after he gave his name so that Jia could patch him up. It took her about an hour but she did her best. Since Jia was healing Jooheon, you examined Chachi’s shoulder. She said that it had been dislocated. Lucky enough she popped it back into place before the healing process started.

“What do we do with him?” Phoebe broke the deafening silence. She has her arms wrapped around her waist. A habit, you notice that she does when she’s feeling nervous or anxious. You let out a sigh, thinking of options

“If he has a pack-” you began.

“He does,” Hazel states as she lets go of the curtain, now covering the window. She takes a look outside before closing it. “I saw a glimpse of them.”

“Alright, he has a pack. His pack will come looking for him any time. Could even be as we speak.” You don’t take your eyes off of him. You wonder if his pack will have good intentions or bad ones, you hope for the first. You didn’t need to fight another pack, they would be the third one this month

“Should we prepare for a fight, just in case? My shoulder has healed already, I’m good to go and-”

“No,” you interrupt Chachi, turning your head to the right to look right at her. “No more fights. You already got into one this morning. What I want to know right now is why did you bring him back here? You could have left him there to die, but you didn’t. Why?” You ask her. It may have come out strongly but she isn’t someone to do this kind of thing. Not when it could potentially put her pack in danger.

Chachi avoids your gaze, taking a liking to the carpet underneath her. She bites the inside of her cheeks, keeping her mouth closed. Phoebe nudges you, a way to tell you to relax and give her time. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath.

“I’m not angry at you, nor am I scolding you. I just want to know why. I know that you have a justified reason for this,” you gently voice to her. Chachi’s eyes roam around the room before settling on Jooheon. She had a look in her eyes that you couldn’t distinguish. A small gasp was heard from next to you.

It was Phoebe. “You know of him,” she whispers. Chachi sends a glare towards her but doesn’t deny it. Chachi isn’t the type to express her emotions casually, she especially doesn’t like to get her feelings read out loud, however, Phoebe couldn’t help herself in this case.

“Is this true?” Jia asks nervously. She glances between Chachi and Jooheon a few times, not believing it. You may have not been an empath like Phoebe, but you could tell that Jia became slightly jealous of this news.

Chachi lets out a sigh and she nods her head. “Yeah, I know him. He . . . he used to be part of the old pack I was in as a child,” Chachi confesses. “He tried to help me control my anger countless times before I was banished. He was a friend of mine.”

You slightly raise your eyebrows as you look back at the sleeping Jooheon. Processing what she had said, it would make sense, you’d do the same if you were in her place. But you immediately wondered one thing that popped into your mind. You look back at Chachi.

“Do you know if he’s still part of your original pack?” You ask. From the stories that Chachi told, her original pack was not the nicest. If he was a part of that pack, that meant big trouble.

A low jumble of words was heard coming from the left of you. You turn to look at the source and see Jooheon slightly stretching his body. He let out a groan as he stretched too far, the bite mark was healing but slowly. Your members close in around him. Jia and Chachi standing by the foot of the bed, Phoebe and Hazel were on the left side while you stood on the right side. It might be threatening, in a way, but that’s what you all wanted.

“What?” Chachi asks out loud, directing it to Jooheon. He took in a deep breath before opening his eyes and looking at Chachi.

“I’m no longer part of that pack, I left a few years ago,” He confessed. “Now, where am I? Because this does not look like my room, though the color is very similar.” He looks around, observing the decorative items, courtesy of Phoebe.

“A place where we took you in to heal you. More so I did,” Jia elaborated, not taking her eyes off of him. “You’re welcome by the way. Was a gnarly bite mark you received.”

Jooheon slowly sat up on his own, his face grimacing when he felt the soreness from his side. He mutters out a thank you. He lays against the headboard and looks over all your member’s faces. He felt the intimidating presence from all of your pack but did not show it. He takes the longest to observe you when his eyes land on you. It seemed like he was trying to figure you out, but couldn’t. It was the same expression all other werewolves gave you when they encountered you. They didn’t understand you, but you knew why. However, they were never going to figure it out.

“Why are you all still here? Shouldn’t you all be hiding somewhere, especially with the super blood moon in a couple of days?” Jooeheon asks, directly to no one. Your members give glances at each other, not fully understanding. He could not have known about your situation, right?

“What are you talking about, we’ll be fine on that night,” Jia assured him, but quickly took a glance at you. Jooheon shakes his head, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

“You five don’t know, do you?” Jooheon questions again. You raise an eyebrow to signify for him to continue an explanation. He understands your silent message. “Your pack is wanted and I’m not talking about just hunters. I’m talking about other werewolf packs.”

“Why? Just because we’re a pack of ex-rogue werewolves?” Hazel proclaims as she steps closer to Phoebe. Feeling her emotion, Phoebe brings her closer, by wrapping an arm around Hazel’s waist.

“No, though it’s interesting. But what’s more interesting is what you have within your pack,” again he looks around each one of you. “From what I heard, your pack consists of an empath, a seer, a great healer, who does a lot better than my member Shownu, might I say. One who has anger issues, but could be equally as strong as an alpha,” at this description he looks directly at Chachi. She looks away from his gaze.

“And someone that no one can understand and that itself intrigues everyone. You,” his gaze whips towards you. Your heart stammers, knowing the reason why. “A few packs know that you lead this pack, yet you're not an alpha. Also, your scent alone is confusing to many, including I.”

“So what? Other packs want to destroy us on that night?” Phoebe interrupts, trying to deflate the attention on you. She knew other packs didn’t need to intervene with your situation.

Jooheon shook his head, chuckling. “No, anyone that tries to kill you is considered stupid. However, major packs will come and make you a part of theirs, preferably all five of you.”

Chachi shifts her body weight to the left and crosses her arms. “How is it that you know all this? Is that why you tried to help me earlier? So that you could ask us to join your pack? Pfft, as if we’d-” Chachi began but was cut off by Jooheon.

“No, it does seem like it, but it’s not like that. I helped you out because I wanted to. I know all of this because a member’s grandmother prophesied that there would be a unique pack that would need to be protected. That’s why my pack will come here,” he explains, but before he could continue, loud howls and growls were coming from outside the house. Hazel runs up to the window and takes a peek outside. She gasps, eyes wide.

“Uhhh, guys. . . there’s about seven werewolves outside,” Hazel averts her eyes away from the window and back to everyone else. She makes her way back into Phoebe's arms, scared. Hazel doesn’t like fights and she’s also in the midst of training in her werewolf form.

Chachi rolls her eyes. “Seriously? Do you think we need protection? We can take care of ourselves, thank you very much,” Chachi argues, when he said they would need protection, it made her feel weak. Which she did not like. “I’ll go tell your pack to pick you up and then you can leave.”

Chachi stomps out of the room with an annoyed look in her eyes. She let out a huff, just like when she was getting angry. An angry Chachi was not what anyone needed after hearing the recent news. Jia gave you a nod before she hurriedly followed after Chachi.

“Seven? Are you sure there’s seven?” Jooheon’s eyebrows crease together as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes are focused on the floor.

“I may be the youngest of the pack but I’m pretty sure I can count to seven,” Hazel responds sarcastically. It was something she had picked up from Chachi . . . and well you. Jooheon stands up from the bed and walks to the window, his stride being a bit wobbly.

“Are you okay? Your anxiety is rising,” Phoebe says, keeping an eye on him. Jooheon looks behind the curtain. He stares outside.

“Good to know that you’re the empath. But,” he flings back the curtain and slightly limps towards the door with speed. “Those werewolves outside . . . they aren’t my pack.” he leaves the room. You look between Hazel and Phoebe before running out the door.

You run down the hallway and turn to quickly go down the stairs. You had to get to Jia and Chachi before anything could happen. You hear more growling come from outside. You knew this growl, it was Jia’s. If Jia had shifted then Chachi would already have as well. You run through the back door and are met with werewolf Jia and Chachi. Jooheon stood in front of them, in a protective stance, still human. You walk forward to stand in-between both of them. Your chest is rising heavily, due to the anxious feeling in your stomach. You look at the pack in front of you. Seven werewolves stood there, baring their teeth. Four of them were different shades of brown, two of them have gray and brown fur, and the last one has black fur.

You assess the situation. Even with Jooheon here, your pack would still be outnumbered. You cautiously walk closer to Jooheon, even despite the protest growls coming from your pack. The pack in front of you watches your every step. You show no expression, maintaining a nonchalant persona. You couldn’t afford to show how nervous you felt.

Jooheon feels your presence and leans down to whisper in your ear. “That is the iKon pack.”

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ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ @kpop-choco

#Monsta X #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #changkyun scenario #i.m scenario #changkyun imagine #i.m imagine #monsta x werewolf!au #werewolf au

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arodrwho · 4 years

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cr 2.100 lb!!!!!!!

how many moons has it been??

so many that gdocs stopped telling me i often open this gdoc round this time

had to search for this fucker manually

wild

anyway aaaaaaaa

it’s OLD MUSIC

music from the OLDEN TIMES

of THREE MONTHS AGO

before STUFF and THINGS

i am DELIGHTED

i was HANDFLAPPING in the KITCHEN so INTENSELY i was HITTING my SHOULDERS like some kind of STEREOTYPE

HIIIIIIII

i’m not having emotions YOU’RE having emotions

on a lighter note MATT’S HAIR

i would love to have his hair if i wouldn’t love so vry .. girly e

oh gosh

hey what a nerd

this is dumb and cheesy and feels . uncomfortably tacky as a way of acknowledging BLM? probably should look elsewhere for more qualified opinions on that

buT i’m soft

how does sam manage to make terribly cheesy things but be like. intentional & tongue in cheek abt it enough that they’re sweet anyway and not just Only embarrassing

oh! a list! good

naacpldf.org

oh i just noticed the little 100 in the corner, that’s cute

does he feel silly holding that face for so long. i would feel silly

helo theme tune

i have no idea what the fuck fjord just said but he sounded supremely competent

what’s the betting a not-insignificant portion of the fandom just went “fjord hot”

oh i forgot nott was master gunner

mm combat prep not my fave i am 2048 times

oh GOD it’s nott

NOTT went “fjord hot”

why did i not predic this

amazin it’s firing time

skgdjfgh marius

what the fuck did u say w/ur mouth

PTRL - permission to reload

o i see

sam , makes chaos

oh fuck yeah

polymor PH

ooooo polymorph AGA IN

o it worked

okay

turtle,

gooooood

good turtle

dkg

this is a uhhh

very m9 solution i must say

o heck yea

well

treasure..

why does a turtle want treasure

what are u going to do with treasure big ol turtle friend

does the ocean have capitalism

what thef uck

or maybe it’s just pretty

“‘i don’t need a mate’ is the cry of a horny lonely person” as an ace there are things i could say but like. u right. that particular phrasing? u right

anyway

bro u ask god things directly like

a lot

i remember back in the day when u were like

i only wanna use this in special circumstances

like after fjord’s whole backstory quest failed to get him the answers he wanted abt vandren vandran vandrin whoever the motherfuck of spelling

anyway

my point being that u now ask things a fUCk lot

is she going to ask if she’s

yeah

i love jester

can’t even be that upset about that word of god romo caleb bc like. u just look at her. and she’s lovable

oh whwat the fuck

we got folks?? folks????? what

man why the fuck do i always tune back into Anatomy Jokes

anyway

oh worm ppl on my dash suggesting vandren might be here???? oh WORM

i love orly

flowers !!

i’m jealyous

of them getting to see pretty flowers & of matt’s describey smell

dlkfdkjgh yA SHa

i love that she just,

she just,,,

says they should try it,

ngl lil disappointed nobody else tried it. somebody pls write fic of that it would b funny

oh funky why r they all anxious

explayne

“iiIII noticed something” dkdflkjgh i love her

i would kill & die for her

fu ck

what the fuck. 2? sets of feet?

like 2 ppl or like a centaur

big allfours creature ?

OH FUCK YEAH

FFFFFU C K YEAH

f u c k yeah

i know what this iiiiiiiiis

i know what this is.

at least,

i THINK i know what this is

displacer beast sounds like

sidenote in my lil tiny fambly game & my mom & sib tried to adopt a babby displacer beast

didn’t work sadly i wANTED IT SO BAD

but alas no. no,

hohohohohooho whomst is THIS

oh fucking cool

oh good i wasn’t wrong that would’ve been disappointing as fuck

: O!!!!!!!!!!!

[mulan voice] a WOMAN!!!

oh what was that one a they/them??

did i hear “their”???????????/

hyello?

mutton chops..

who’s the other,

humanoid man

so not a they, that was just for. whatist. for ambiguity

so he’s disabled i assume

i squint at she

pono & jana

sup

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

“don’t eat the flowers” sjkdghkdhfg ok

well!!!!!

vokodo

hmmm,,,,

the vo?

hmmmmmmmmm

...ah.

i don’t rly think i much like where this is going?

this feels like sth to tread lightly round & i’m not sure i trust them to do so

altho folks being recently shipwrecked & not native is a step in the right direction ig

as is the parallel of jester’s god Not Being Technically Divine Either

still tho i

mm.

need more qualified viewpoints

--wots this?

OOOO clasp

clasp………..

it’s been a while………………..

hmm if it’s a phoenix thing like my dash is suggesting then that makes sense somewhat but

--hwot

helo

u break nOW?? now………..,,,

#daypost

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daeiran-morran · 4 years

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Interview with Daeiran Morran

I wasn’t tagged but it seemed fun~

Tagging: Anyone who wants to, I guess -Mod Elenaer

Name

“Name’s Daeiran- Daeiran Morran to be exact, but just Daeiran is fine! My friends also call me Dae, but you have to be a friend first before even thinking of callin’ me that.”

Are you single?

“Nope! Absoluuutly not single! I’ve got my wonderful boyfriend, Haurchefant, and I love him very much!”

Are you happy?

“For the most part- Yea. Hard to always be happy while the empire keeps coming, primals keep being summoned, and friends keep gettin’ killed, but, as long as my close friends stay alive and happy, that’s enough to keep me going!”

Are you angry?

“Hmm. Not now, really.. I’ve been pretty angry before- So angry that I drove my spear through an enemy like,, uhh- at least ten times? He almost killed the love of my life and I’d be glad to let him rot in any hell imaginable, so, pretty sure he deserved what I gave him. Err- Anyway, yea, not angry at this moment, and that example was kind of a one time thing. Would gladly run my spear through people like him anytime, though.”

Are you parents still married?

“My parents? Still married? Hells no- And they definitely have no intention of gettin’ back together.”

—- Nine Facts —-

Birthplace

“Born and raised in the Black Shroud. Can’t exactly remember where in the Shroud since I moved around quite a bit when I was little, but I was born in the Shroud, regardless of where in it.”

Hair Color

“Dark Blue”

Eye Color

“Red”

Nameday

“3rd Sun of the 6th Astral Moon”

Mood

“I’d say i’m pretty good at the moment! I’ve got my friends near me, and I’m gettin’ to answer some fun questions!

...

Actually, I’d say- at the current moment, i’m pretty worried for one of my friends. Said friend would frickin kill me if they knew I was talking ‘bout it at all, but a friend of mine has been pretty down lately, and I don’t really like seein’ my friends upset... So I hope they get better soon!”

Gender

“I’m male. Nothin’ else to say on that, really-”

Summer or Winter?

“Winter! Definitely winter- I may have grown up in the Shroud, but after all my time in Ishgard, I started noticing how pretty all the snow is! Sure, its cold, but I really don’t mind.”

Morning or Afternoon?

“Hmm- I’d say afternoon.”

—- Eight Things About your Love Life —-

Are you in love?

“Oh gods yes. -But iv’e already sung enough of his praises for one ask post. I’d gladly tell more if people start askin’ though!”

Do you believe in love at first sight?

“Uhh- Hmmm... Well, I find quite a few guys pretty attractive, but I wouldn’t really call it love at first sight. I’m sure some people fall in love right away, but I wanna get to know a person a bit more before I take things anywhere past a passing crush~”

Who ended your last relationship?

“Well- I’ve only been in the one that i’m in now, and I’m hoping it doesn’t end anytime soon.”

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

“Uh- I don’t think so? Not sure, really. If I have, they never made it clear that I did...”

Are you afraid of commitments?

“No, not really.”

Have you hugged someone in the last week?

“Iv’e given tons of hugs to people! Kinda hard to remember how many have been this week, but I love hugs!”

Have you had a secret admirer?

“I dunno, if they really are secret, I really don’t know.”

Have you ever broken your own heart?

“Dunno if i’m just reading this weird, but I really don’t know how I could really break my own heart. Haven’t had any experiences that would count, so no, I haven’t.”

—- Six Choices —-

Love or Lust?

“Love, for sure! Its fun to lust over some hot guys, sure, but true love is where it’s at!”

Lemonade or Iced Tea?

“Gotta go with the lemons.”

Cats or Dogs?

“Cats- They are like my tiny, screaming little cousins. Dogs tend to bark at me a lot anyway, since they confuse Miqo’te, I guess.”

A few best friends or many regular friends?

“I have a bunch of friends, but I shamelessly have favorites. Iv’e got three best friends, and then I know a lot of people besides them, so both I guess?”

Wild night out or romantic night in?

“Eh- Depends on the day, if i’m bein’ honest. Sometimes I love a good night of fun, but I also love bein’ able to just snuggle with my love and just chill!”

Day or Night?

“Night. I love the night sky, and sunlight is really bright”

—- Five Have you Evers —-

Been caught sneaking out?

“Nope! Too sneaky to be caught!”

Fallen down or up the stairs?

“I will admit to falling down stairs while lookin at someone attractive- Not gonna lie on that one.”

Wanted someone/something so badly it hurt?

“Yea.”

Wanted to disappear?

“No? Not really?”

—- Four Preferences —-

Smile or Eyes?

“Well, Gods, that’s a hard one. I’m just gonna avoid choosing and say both. Because both. Depends on the person to be honest. Feel free to ask if you want some specifics on what I find attractive on different people. ;3″

Shorter or Taller?

“Well, i’m not very tall, which would lock me into basically sayin’ i’m into Lalafells, which, no offence to them, but i’m just not into them. Soo- Yea, I’d say i’m into taller men.”

Intelligence or Attraction?

“Good Gods, another hard one... I dunno really, it depends.”

Hookup or Relationship?

“A relationship. Being Demisexual myself, I can’t say i’m really into just hookin up with someone. I love to look at the gorgeous eye candy around me, but I sure as hell won’t give my attention to just anyone.”

—- Family —-

Do you and your family get along?

“I get along with my mom pretty well- We were apart for awhile, but she has been real supportive of all my adventures, romantic or otherwise. So yea, I love my mom! More on my father below, I don’t wanna talk about him more than I have to, so i’m gonna open that can o’ worms on the next two questions.”

Would you say you have a “Messed up Life”?

“Well- Here we go. Short version is yes. Yes I have. My parents got into a lot of fights as a kid, and it ended with my s- Ehem, my father taking me with him when he left my mom. I hated every second of it. Not only was he frickin terrible, we had to keep movin’ around to ““not be found out”“ or some sorta nonsense like that. So yea, it sucked.”

Have you ever ran away from home or gotten kicked out?

“I ran away the moment I had the chance. Took a godsdamn long time to escape my sorry excuse for a father, but I made it out and ended up a hero, which wasn’t at all what I expected to happen after running like I did. But, uhh- don’t worry, I may seem pretty annoyed while talkin’ about him, but its fine now and I haven’t seen him since.”

—- Friends —-

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

“Absolutely not. I’m already picky about my friends, so I don’t hate any of them. They wouldn’t be my friends if I did.”

Do you consider all your friends good friends?”

“Uhhh- not sure? Question is worded in a way that is making me unsure of my answer...”

Who is your best friend?

“Ok- Gonna cheat a little ‘cuz I have three. My power bonded to all of them, so as far as friend status, I’ve gotta put them all in the same answer-

I’d say my three best friends have to be- (Lmao, sorry scion friends) I’d have to go with the three I met up north (Haurchefant, Aymeric, and Estinien (He doesn’t often admit it but we are friends ;3))”

Who knows everything about you?

“Everything, huh? Well the absolute love of my life has gotten to hear all my countless venting sessions, so by this point, I don’t think I have to spell it out for you~”

---

“Wow! This was more fun than I thought it was gonna be! Sure, there were a few tricky questions, and some I didn’t wanna think about, but it was fun! Guess I’ll see you guys when I answer something else!”

#ff14 #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv lfrp #Daeiran Morran (FF14)

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years

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2 big posts in one day? it’s more likely than you think!!!

Moze gameplay breakdown babey here we go

shit sorry i forgot my tl;dr the first time i posted this: the tablet is big important and might have eridian writing on it, it ties into the temple, the loot gun, the tablet in tannis’s infirmary on sanc-iii, and the planet holograms in Eleseer from TPS. also you get a special melee tool to break the purple crystals that i'm like 70% sure are Eridium and also, you’re never gonna believe this, but I talk about Atlas for a little bit because of it.

“lair of the harpy”

ah harpies. I’m shifting into Percy Jackson mode

just putting this out there

anyway as for what “Lair of the Harpy” means in bl3? Well we’ve seen in the We Are Mayhem trailer a bunch of flying Maliwan bots (i am assuming rn that those are Maliwan, anyway)

these green fucks

(u can tell that’s Jakobs Manor cause of the railing on the left) so i imagine that’s why it’s called the Lair of the Harpy. Could also be the lair of some evil woman character, idk lmao.

Far more interesting than the Harpy thing, to me anyway, is this:

i wonder if that’s gonna lead us to the psycho basement with tv heads being hanged where the Hammerlock siblings are standing in front of the fireplace

i wonder...

nah but for real. I would almost bet money that the Vault on Eden-6 is in that giant volcano/mountain area. It just feels right. we’ve seen it both dormant (the leaked footage) and active (the 3rd trailer) so I imagine opening the Vault would cause it to activate. Tho I’m still hoping onto the hope that it’s a moon pool. Just saying, Randy, if you’re reading this... just saying.

we also see this glowing sparkle icon again, which I think pretty much confirms from the We are Mayhem trailer that those will show us where the Moxxi crew quests are.

we see an enemy called “Shredder Fanatic”, personally I’m a fan of Splinter, but to each their own. Uhhh but for realsies they probably deal some blade damage or have a high RoF weapon.

a cool detail I noticed about the minimap is that elevated areas won’t get discovered until you reach that level. Thank god lol

part of this camp is made out of an old sailboat, which i think is pretty fuckin rad

makes me wonder if we’re ever going to see the areas of Pandora affected by the flash freeze again. How long do seasons last on Pandora again? I swear it was like 5 years or smth. oh well lol

i wanna know what this big thing is!! it looks cool. they mentioned that eden-6 was going to have a shitload of broken-down ships, so maybe this is related to it?

another look at what i'm assuming is Jakobs Manor. this is very hard because I keep getting distracted by the gameplay lol I’ve seen this video seven times! it shouldn’t be that enthralling!! and yet!

the combat music in this area is so fucking solid btw i am jamming the hell out

in awe at the size of this place. I’m digging the elevated hallway. i am very much getting a hogwarts vibe from here. the far right looks like an observatory, even.

“Big Donny’s Chop Shop - Open 7 Days” lmao

a gramophone and it looks like we can interact with it! i hope it plays classical music while we go on a murder spree

some sort of bridge? i assume that’s how you actually get up to Jakobs Manor. that may be why our quest is “go to Jakobs Manor”, we gotta fix the bridge before we can.

A Typhon journal!!!

No audio, though :(

From the radio: “catastrophe lead [???] to a lets play (flay?). Craving some meat in a bite sized package? then try festy flesh meats with a bandit on the go. hey, we know you want it, but do you have the time to hunt it down? ...”

-moxxi speaking about her crew challenge i can’t understand the radio here-

[different voice] “... for an exciting announcement from the CoV’s own ministers of murder: Pain and Terror! Those guys are cooking up one hell of a sh-” [player turns off radio] I gonna assume he was about to say “show” cause they’re a Penn and Teller reference. These are the guys from the arena with the giant skull thing, i think i have talked about them before?

Eden-6′s version of the shock cactus?

El Dragon Jr.

OwO are those the same purple rocks as Promethea?

They look like they are growing out of a stone tablet, i mean look at the green light. also they have that same star pattern inside them as Amara’s arms and Maya’s phaselock!!! Which makes me think it’s raw Eridium just... growing out of a stone tablet. which IS WILD!!!

AND WHAT IS MOZE HITTING IT WITH?!

FUCKING ENERGY BLADE

that is not her normal melee weapon, BY THE WAY

she normally uses her Stab! knife!!!

when u try to break the purple rocks on Promethea, iirc the player character can say something to the effect of “have to come back here later”, so it’s possible later in the story we get something (the glowing red/orange/yellow) energy sword to break the purple rocks (eridium???). and yes you KNOW i pointed out the colors because Atlas.

After meleeing it, Moze says “let’s open you up” so im wondering if maybe those stone tablets come into play later? the (eridium?) crystals explode into sparkly purple powder

glowing green!!!! It’s weird, I feel like these are eridian ruins/tablets growing eridium or some shit. we’ve seen the ruins have lines of color across them before, but never strictly on one side. and also never saw them grow eridium. i wonder if that is a reaction to us opening the second vault on pandora? eridium grew on pandora from the 1st one, now it’s spreading because of the second? I deffo think Eridium is from the second dimension (it started growing on pandora after the opening of the Vault) and it’s our key to getting there.

OwO

hey doesn’t that look familiar? I’ll give u like

10 seconds

...

yeah it’s the symbol from the gun

YEAH BABEY

AND GUESS WHAT

YOU KNOW HOW THE GUN WAS TIED TO THE TEMPLE

YOU KNOW HOW I WAS TALKING ABOUT TANNIS’S FLOOR TILE IN HER INFIRMARY ALSO BEING TIED TO THE TEMPLE AREA???

LET ME GO GRAB IT

THE TEMPLE

AND YOU KNOW I WAS REPLAYING TPS THE OTHER DAY FOR MY ANGEL ANALYSIS AND

FUCKING

ASGHDJUYKFDJTYHSRTAGR

THAT’S LABELING A PLANET IN THE HOLOGRAM

AAAAAAAAAAAAA THE ERIDIANS GAVE US A LOOT SPEWING GUN BUT THE GUN MAKES SENSE BECAUSE VAULTS VOMIT UP LOOT ALL THE TIME BUT IT’S NOT LIKE THE LOOT WE GOT WAS AROUND WHEN THE ERIDIANS CREATED THE VAULTS

ALSO I AM VERY CONCERNED THAT CORPSE IN THE TEMPLE IS TYPHON NOW AND THE BOOK IS HIS JOURNAL. WHY WOULD MAYA BE GIVING THE JOURNAL TO THE LITTLE GIRL? IS SHE ALSO RELATED TO TYPHON?

OKAY SORRY I GOT EXCITED but uh yeah idk if that writing/those symbols being the same was intentional or not but it exists and i'm losing my mind over it

i also just wanna know why the rocks are growing eridium and glowing green like what the fuck are your SECRETS

Aurelia shows up as you cross the checkpoint at the bridge, so it’s pretty much 100% confirmed the Hammerlocks are helping us with the jakobs thing. considering Aurelia is contacting us and not Alistar, im REALLY worried about the shot in the We Are Mayhem trailer where he has red eyes. please don’t hurt him. also i love how Aurelia calls herself a rich bitch. she makes that shit rhyme lol

another look at that big tower thing. May be a different one, actually. idk!

round the corner and see a little camp on the left. through that tunnel up ahead leads us here

we head to the right and Zer0 ECHOs us, asking us to kill someone to complete a crew challenge

The target’s name is Heckle (and his rage name is Hyde)

Interestingly he has a megaphone strapped to his mouth

wild.

Lots of stuff! Zer0 sends you mail for killing the target and you are informed that the Crew Challenge is completed. You also get a challenge completed for doing it. You ever notice the actual gameplay of borderlands is very tied to yellow and blue? the color of the title is yellow and the vault symbol for it is red (except for TPS). just odd to me idk

looks like a little envelope icon appears under your minimap when you have mail in your inbox!

we can see some cryo freezing the swamp water here! that’s my favorite thing. the electricity is cool, but ice is cooler.

i love the way this dude runs. also we now know that his pickaxe is to burrow his way into the ground

looks like it will create a huge pink cloud so you know when its about to happen, giving you time to stop it. nice.

getting closer. guess that wasn’t an observatory after all. Awww mannn

lootsplosion from the loot tink

bigger lootsplosion from his bag

i believe this is our first look at an ‘artifact’ which are replacing relics from bl2 and oz kits from tps. and like the interviews said, they’ll be effecting movement! this one turns your slide damage into cryo damage, lets you deal more radiation damage overall, and allows you to slide faster and further. i wonder how broken this can get on a downwards slope with a super high level slide relic. let’s break the sound barrier!

anyway, that’s all i saw that caught my eye. I still haven’t completed my Mask of Mayhem analysis, I was kinda hoping something during E3 would help me figure out who those mystery robed maliwan guys are on it, but alas we got nothing of real substance. oh, i also gotta finish that mural piece... aw fuck

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #moze #moze gameplay breakdown

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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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The Demon Brothers + College AU + (Cliche?) First Meetings

So an anon sent me the above ask, and it may have gotten a little out of hand ;;;

I also kind of switched it up and made it college instead. Hopefully the meetings I came up with are still somewhat cliche! Or, at the very least, cute lol

Lucifer:

You’re running late for class on the first day of the semester and he holds the elevator door open for you when he sees the desperate look on your face, and how you’re making a dash for the closing doors.

“Thank you,” you breathe out as you try to get ahold of yourself, hoping that the tall, handsome male beside you doesn’t see or hear the way you’re struggling for air. (It’s 8am, okay? Your body isn’t ready to be running so early.)

“Which floor do you need?” he asks, smiling politely. You respond “four”, and he hums to himself while hitting the button.

When he doesn’t press a different button, you assume he’s heading to the same floor.

“Thanks, by the way,” you say, flashing him a small smile. “You really saved my ass.”

“No thanks needed,” he responds, gaze shifting to look at the small screen above the door. The second floor moves past with a quiet beep. Silence falls for a couple of seconds.

“May I ask what class you’re heading to?”

“Ah, it’s a psychology lab,” you respond, laughing to yourself after a beat. You pull your phone from your pocket, trying to find the screenshot you’d taken of your schedule. “I signed up for this one because Rate My Professor said the TA is hot.”

“Oh? Is that so?” You’re not paying attention, so you don’t see the smirk that tugs at his lips.

The next moment, the elevator stops and the two of you step out together. You exit first, flashing the male one last smile before you turn your attention to your phone, double checking the room number. Lucifer brushes past you without saying a word, and you don’t realize that you’re headed in the same direction until you glance up, and find him holding the classroom door open for you.

“After you,” he says, and while you’re confused, you dip your head in thanks and make your way in. Since you’re one of the last ones in the classroom, you get stuck sitting in the front row.

As you unpack your things, Lucifer steps to the head of the room and sets his computer bag down onto the desk.

“Good morning, class,” he says, his gaze shifting to you when you look up and see that it’s him who is speaking--a vibrant blush rising to your face as you recall what you’d told him in the elevator.

“My name is Lucifer, and I will be the TA for this lab.”

Mammon:

You’re in the large, open eating area at the campus student union when he bumps into you.

Instantly, the greasy, cheesy pizza on your tray jumps up and lands on the front of your shirt. You freeze in shock, wide eyes glancing down as the personal pizza slides down your chest before flopping back onto the tray.

“Oi, watch where you’re going,” a voice says behind you, and you slowly turn around to face the apparently dumbass man who doesn’t even have the sensibility to apologize to you.

Despite that fact that he sounds pompous, you can’t deny that his styled white hair, and pierced ears are kind of charming.

“You backed into me,” you tell him, attempting to keep your calm. You almost lose it when you see his eyes rake down to your chest, staring at the likely un-washable stain on the fabric. He stares much too long, and you’re just about to curse at him when he speaks up again.

“Uhhh...,” he raises a hand to sheepishly rub at his neck, and when you look closely, you see that a blush has spread across his face. “Y-ya know what, maybe it is my fault...can I, um, buy ya another pizza?”

You blink, surprised at the sudden turn around in his attitude.

“That would be nice,” you say honestly, and suddenly he’s smiling, hopping back into the pizza line, which is right beside where the two of you had collided.

“I-If ya want, I’ll lend you my jacket because of, ya know, your shirt,” he says, motioning to your obviously ruined top. You cock an eyebrow at him.

“You’d give a stranger your jacket?”

“Well...I’m kind of hoping that you’ll have lunch with me, and we won’t be strangers for long,” he mumbles, gaze shying away. “Or, ya know, that I can get your number at least.”

“You’re really pushing it,” you tell him with a laugh, and you can see his feathers ruffle. He’s obviously embarrassed at you calling out his flirting. “But...maybe we can eat lunch together. Since you’re paying.”

He blinks, shocked at your words, but soon breaks into a smile. Self-satisfied, he continues grinning stupidly even as the cashier calls him up. However, when he pulls out his wallet, swipes his card, and it comes back denied...

“Uhh...can you pay this time? I PROMISE I’ll pay you back.”

You sigh, and debate throttling him.

Levi:

You sit next to him in a lecture hall, and can’t help but notice that the background on his laptop is Sailor Moon.

When you reach down to dig a notebook out of your bag, you also see the number of anime and video game pins decorating the front of his backpack.

While you don’t tend to talk to strangers, you can’t help but say something.

“Hey, um,” you start, catching his attention. He freezes, amber eyes shifting to look at you--wide with surprise. You smile, doing your best to come off as casual, and friendly. “I noticed all the pins on your backpack. Do you like anime? I started watching Demon Slayer the other week, and I’m in love with it.”

“I...you...,” his surprise shifts to wonder as he regards you. The slightest blush rises on his cheeks. “You watch anime???”

“Yeah,” you laugh. “Is that so weird?”

“N-no, I guess not,” he mumbles, his hands fiddling with the cuffs of his hoodie. You wonder if you’ve made a mistake by talking to him, since he seems so shy--

“Do you play video games too??” he breaks you out of your thoughts as he scoots forward, eyes sparkling. He’s whispering hurriedly, eyes briefly straying to glance at the time on his laptop. “I recently started playing Doki Doki Literature club, and it’s crazy. I love RPG games, and Indie games too--like IB, and Mad Father. Witches House is also good. Of course, I’ll give pretty much any video game a chance, but--”

At that moment, the professor steps up and addresses the class. Levi’s words cut off, and his blush deepens as he suddenly realizes that he’d gone on a mini fanboy rant. However, you just smile at him, hoping that you come off reassuring, and turn to your notebook.

During the lecture, you’re too busy taking notes to notice the way he sneaks glances your way. And when the class finally ends, and you move to repack your belongings, you look up to find him staring at you.

“Is something on your mind?” you ask him.

“I...um...I-I was wondering if I could get your contact info. You know...f-for class stuff, and maybe, if..if you wanted to, we could also talk more about anime…?”

“Sure!” you say, and he blinks, apparently shocked by your willingness. The two of you proceed to exchange emails and phone numbers, and by the time you arrive at your next class 15 minutes later, 6 new text messages (about anime, video games, and the like) from Levi are lighting up your phone screen.

Satan:

He’s volunteering at the library when you approach him, desperate for help finding a textbook you need to scan for a class. You’ve looked everywhere, but still can’t find it.

“You do realize that this code is indicating that this textbook is online, right? Not physically in the library?” he asks you, a bit of amusement swimming in his eyes when he hands your phone back to you--the screen open to an email your professor had sent a few days before.

You feel heat rise on your cheeks. “Ah, nope. Did not realize...”

“It happens often, actually. I’m sorry for teasing, I shouldn’t have” he says, smiling at you. “If you want, you can come around the desk, and I’ll show you how to access the textbook online. That way, you won’t be confused next time.”

“Thank you,” you sigh, scooting your way around the desk. Satan pulls up a spare chair beside him, and your knee accidentally knocks against his as you take a seat.

“Here, you just have to search for it in the library portal,” he says, and you attentively watch as he guides you through the online website. However, when he starts going off into a spiel on all of the other cool resources and books available to students online, your attention strays.

You notice the copy of Jane Eyre open on the desk beside the computer.

“Are you reading a book that’s assigned in high school AP Lit?”

He blinks in confusion, but immediately goes on the defense when he notices where you’re looking.

“Hey, Jane Eyre is a classic. And the help desk is far too slow some days. I need something to keep me busy.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s fair,” you respond, smiling. You move to grab your bag--pressing to your feet. “I can’t blame you either, considering I actually enjoyed reading it once upon a time. The Great Gatsby was probably my next favorite.”

“Personally, out of all the high school literature, I enjoyed Fahrenheit 451,” he responds, grinning when he sees the disgruntled look on your face at hearing the name of the book.

“Really?? I still have no idea what it was about.”

He’s quiet for a moment. You turn to look at him, and find him regarding you with interest.

Satan smiles.

“Can I buy you a coffee?”

Asmo:

Asmo is working a booth about safe sex in the student union when you approach, hoping to get free condoms (or maybe even donate to support the organization, considering it’s a good cause).

“Well, hello there, gorgeous,” he says, smiling at you as you survey the goodies and pamphlets laid out on the table. He comes off as a little flirty, but mostly friendly, and well intentioned. “Are you here to buy one of our prettily shaped chocolates?”

He motions to the cup full of vagina-shaped chocolates on a stick. Your eyebrows raise. Huh.

“Well, that’s not why I stopped, but I may need to buy one now,” you laugh, making him smile. Asmo leans forward onto his elbows, his eyes twinkling up at you.

“Are you here for the condoms then? If so, feel free to take a handful. We have a ton prepared. People on this campus fuck like bunnies, honestly.”

You laugh. “Oh? Well, good on you guys for protecting all of the precious, needy students.”

He nods sagely, moving to gather you a few of the wrapped condoms, along with some educational reading material. “Can’t have a bunch of students getting diseases, or pregnant. Sex should be fun and safe. Always! And if it’s not both, then find someone else to fuck.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” you say, smiling as he hands you your free goodies. Your eyes stray back to the vagina chocolates. “How much for one of those?”

“5 dollars,” he says, reaching over to grab one. “Pricey, I know, but the money goes to a good cause.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you laugh, pulling a 5 from your wallet. The two of you exchange items, and you pocket the chocolate. You flash him one last smile, intending to walk away, but he pipes up before you get too far.

“By the way, we’re having a class on BDSM safety tonight~” You pause at his words, turning to face him, and he grins at the look of interest plain on your face. “In case you’re interested.”

“Are you...implying something?” you ask, posing a hand on your hip as you turn to face him. He cocks his head to the side innocently.

“I would never~ But you’ve left a good impression in the two minutes we’ve known each other, and I’m the one teaching the class, so~ I’d be thrilled to see you there.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised, but amused as well. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, you turn on your heel and head to class. But you definitely end up attending the class that night.

Beel:

You meet during a 1-credit, weekend Yoga class. He puts his mat down next to yours, and you can’t help but stare at his biceps, and triceps, and...wow he’s really built.

Aside from that, though, he looks pretty concerned.

“Have you never done yoga before?” you ask him, smiling politely. Having caught his attention, he turns to look at you--the same adorable frown pulling at his lips.

“No...I like to work out, but I’ve never done yoga...I’m not very flexible.” You watch him as he demonstrations by sticking his legs out and trying to touch his toes. His fingertips only reach halfway down his calves.

“It’s okay!” you tell him. “I’m pretty new to yoga too! And this is just an intro course, so I wouldn’t worry. Most of the grade comes from knowing technical terms, and I’ve heard this instructor is really nice.”

At that, he finally smiles--relieved to hear you say so.

“I’m Beel, by the way,” he says.

“Y/N,” you respond, but before the two of you get the chance to talk more, the instructor arrives. You then spend the next few hours smiling to yourself as you watch Beel struggle to get into poses. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to mind that you’re getting humor out of his situation.

“Did you not eat today?” you ask him when lunch finally rolls around, flopping back against your mat. He shakes his head, rummaging around in his bag. You can hear his stomach growling.

“I had an extra large breakfast since I knew I would be burning calories, but I’m starving now…” He pulls an entire sub from his bag, and when you catch a peek at the inside, you realize that the entire backpack is stuffed with only food. Holy shit.

But...you suppose he does need to eat a lot, if he works out a lot.

“I’m gonna grab a soda, and I’ll be back,” you say quietly, assuming that you’ll be eating lunch together, since he’s already turning to face your mat.

“Okay,” he says with a smile, and you smile back at him, excited to get to know him more. However, before you can even get a step away, you’re tripping over your backpack

The world spins, and you hold your arms in front of you--expecting to eat shit--but you don’t meet the floor. Two arms curl beneath you and your body rolls--your ass landing between folded legs.

You blink in surprise, blushing when you glance up and find that it’s none other than Beel who is holding you. Concern is written on his face. He doesn’t seem the least bit concerned that you’re currently occupying his lap.

“Are you okay?” he asks, not moving to release you, and oh boy you think your heart may beat straight out of your chest.

Belphie:

You meet him in the library computer lab at 11:48pm, on the last day of finals.

You trudge into the computer lab, bordering on going blind. You’ve spent the last 6 hours writing out your term paper, and had felt pretty fucking proud when you’d finished with a whole 30 minutes to spare, but just as you’d gone to submit the paper online, your apartment wi-fi had cut out

Of course.

So, you pop a squat at one of the many computers--not even realizing that someone else is in the lab until you hear a quiet snore.

Immediately, you’re pausing, standing to glance around the room. A few computers down, sitting parallel to you, is a dark haired male, with his head down on the keyboard.

Honestly, you debate not waking him. He probably needs the rest, but as a fellow student, and considering it’s the last day of finals? You can’t just leave him be in good conscience.

“Hey, uh, dude?” you call out, glancing at him from over the row of computers. He doesn’t stir. “Heyyyy~ It’s almost midnight,” you say a bit louder. “I don’t know if you’re writing something, but you better submit it.”

Finally, he stirs.

“Aw, fuck,” you hear him grumble, and he lifts his head up--his tired gaze turning to look at you. He sighs. “Thanks. You probably just saved my ass.”

“No worries,” you respond, laughing a little. You sit back down in your seat, and put in your credentials....only for the computer to indicate that you’ve put in the wrong password.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you say, deadpanning, and try another password. Then another, and another. None of them work, and you don’t have enough time left to change it.

“I’m gonna fucking jump off the roof,” you deadpan, holding your face in your hands. Belphie chuckles.

“Something wrong?”

“I guess I don’t know my computer password, so I can’t log in and submit my paper.” You say, glancing up. This time, it’s Belphie who is glancing over the row of monitors at you, eyebrow raised.

“You can come use mine. I just submitted my paper. Just log into the school site with your ID.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sigh, and Belphie scoots his chair over as you walk around the aisle to meet him. Again, he laughs.

“Eye for an eye.”

“That’s...you use that phrase with enemies,” you tell him, unable to help the smile that spreads across your face. He blinks, and then groans.

“Fuck, you’re right. I’m still asleep. Just...forget I said that.”

“Actually, I think I’ll remember it forever,” you respond, and he grins, his eyes shifting to look at the keyboard as you type out your password.

“Okay, OppaiLover69 exclamation point.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, and when you see the shit-eating look at his face, you debate throwing hands. He’s lucky he’s cute.

#om!#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #lucifer #mammon #levi #leviathan #satan #asmo #asmodeus #beel #beelzebub #belphie #belphegor #I was gonna do the undateables in the same post #but my brain is dead atm #so

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Bad Moon Rising

Part 2: Mermen, Vampires, and Werewovles, Oh My!

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: So, the last one of the foursome is introduced, but we’ll get to actually see more of Michael and Duncan in the next part. There is an oc in here, Rory, that we’ll see more later. I’ve had him for awhile and he’s actually one of my fave characters ever. You can totally imagine Cillian Murphy for him. Again, if you want to be on the tag list, just hit me up and let me know what you think!

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, mentions of mental illness, depression, crying, concern about having a total break from reality.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, and @moonagecordelia

"I thought that vampires fed off of humans? Why did he go for you instead of me?"

"Well, yeah, vampires feed off of humans, but that's not their only food source. Faerie blood is actually more nutritious and flavorful for vampires, just humans are more readily available and easier to hunt. He probably smelt my blood and sought me out."

"... Wow, I mean makes sense, I guess?" No, it really didn't, nothing made sense to her, but also Jim could tell her that the sky was actually purple and the ocean was orange, and she'd believe him.

"You should probably take care of him."

"Yeah, probably. Do I need something stronger than rope."

He scoffed, "Yes, probably something more like a stake through the heart."

She looked to the darkly angelic figure passed out on the floor. He looked helpless now, and she could see that the wounds that were on the cat adorned and tarnished his skin. He was hurt, and probably just looking for a way to heal himself. She felt bad, but on the other hand, Jim was in danger. This was fucked up. "No."

Jim gave her a look like she might be insane.

"I said no. He's just trying to survive like you. I'll get like, chains or something. That should hold him?"

Jim's cheeks heated to a slight pink, she was right, but it was just difficult when you were the pray. "I don't think that's a good idea. It's probably going to end badly."

She was still looking at the vampire. Probably, she was thinking, but that's not what she said. "I think it's going to be fine."

".... Okay, if you say so." Jim was still so unsure of this. "Just move him please."

"Yeah, no problem."

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Moving the vampire that was nearly double her size wasn't an easy feat, but you did it. Thank god for the hauls of fish she's been lugging around her whole life or this might actually be impossible. She had him propped up against the support beam in the living room. That was the sturdiest place in her house she could think of, but you knew you needed to move fast. There was no telling how much time you had before he woke up, and she couldn't imagine he'd be happy when he did. Now, the next problem was finding chains and a lock that was probably heavy duty enough. She figured the boatyard, but she'd really have to move her ass.

She grabbed the keys to her dad's old beat up pick up truck and a jacket and hurried out the door. She was humming to herself in a tense song, a habit she did out of nervousness, and fumbled with the keys.

"Hi there, Y/N, a little la-" a familiar voice called, but with the night's events, she was already under so much pressure, and she yelped and nearly threw the keys. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"Hi, Rory. Sorry, it's been a night." Oh Rory, the older Irish gentleman that ran the dock's favorite bar to go to in the evening, and her next door neighbor. She had known him her whole life, a steady constant in this crazy shit show her life had been these past couple of months. You really weren't alarmed with him being out so late. With his business, he just always had been a night owl.

"I could see that," his thick accent rang out with a chuckle, and she blanched for a second. "Dragging in buckets of sea water?"

"It's an art project," She answered maybe a little too fast and he cocked an eyebrow. "You know, for processing trauma. I read about it."

"Okay then, Y/N," he was unsure, but he was going to drop it.

"I'm going out for more things." She didn't know when to stop talking apparently.

"Well, good luck with that at 3 am. Just be careful," he wished her well, "It's a full moon, all the crazies are out tonight."

She just chuckled uneasily, if she could only tell him. "Will do, you get some rest."

"You too, dear."

She was finally able to get the truck open and started, and she sped off to the boatyard.

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The yard was desolate and particularly eerily this night. Mist from the water was creeping over the place and gave it an all too fitting gothic appearance. She really wished that the world would stop being so poetic for a change. It wasn't hard to get it, but she found herself pulling her jacket tighter as she walked in between the older and busted up boats.

She had to kick the door down to the supply shed, but she doubted anyone would really care. This was the forgotten side of town anyway. She found heavy duty chains and a padlock fairly quickly, a feeling of satisfaction filled her that was quickly overshadowed by something else. Her head whipped up to the door and then to the window. She saw nothing, but she swore she felt eyes on her. Very intent eyes.

The best thing to do was just get the hell out of there, she decided, and without actually breaking into a run, she moved as fast as she could.

Outside, she swore she hear footsteps of something. It was much too big to be a person, but she didn't know what it could be. There was an idea trying to creep into her mind, one that she was trying to violently shut out. She actually might just give up if she was right.

There was a movement and then a soft growl. She blanched again, but sighed. Of course. No, of course this would be the night that even more insane shit has to happen. She turned to the boat she saw the movement coming from and her eyes widened, yet she was somehow not surprised. A giant wolf monster sat perched up on the cabin and she nodded. "Sure. Yep. This might as well happen. Let's just get this over with."

It glowered at her as it crept down and off the boat, but in the bright moonlight, she saw the deep wounds biting in much passed down the fur. It growled again and began to stand on this back legs, standing at it's full eight foot height, but she held dropped the chains and held up her hands. "Don't even think about it, buddy," she said firmly and the wolf's ears pitched forward, clearly curious about the lack of fear.

"I've got a hurt merman and a vampire I need to restrain soon or he's going to try to eat the merman at home. I see that you're hurt. I can take care of you, but I need you to stop being a dick."

It looked like it was debating something it's head before settling down on all fours and cautiously moved towards her before gently nuzzling into her neck, smelling and licking her, she figured that this was some kind of greeting that werewolves had, but he was being friendly, but she just rolled with it. It was that kind of night that was already weird enough. She scratched behind it's ears and it practically mewled and she had to smile, that was pretty cute.

"Come on, let's go. I have to get back before the vampire wakes up."

He limped along with you, and she had to help the poor thing up into the bed of the truck, but he was behaving quite well. She covered him up, and hopped in. Hopefully, she wasn't too late, and she felt worry pit itself in her stomach.

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She had to make sure the lights on in Rory's house were off before she uncovered the newest friend and boy from her truck and hurried him into the house.

The first thing she did was check to make sure that the vampire was still out and passed out against the beam. Thankfully, he was, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She went back to the kitchen as the werewolf began sniffing around. "Go upstairs, it's the room with the lights on."

The wolf looked at you uneasily, but he relented and sulked up the stairs on all fours, looking over its' shoulders at her.

She grabbed the chains and quickly secured the vampire to the post. There was a moment that nearly had her passing out, his nose flared a couple of times when she got closer, but luckily that was his only response to her.

She didn't waste anymore time though, grabbed the medical box for the third time tonight, and she was running up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the large furry head pop of the doorway. It was odd to have such a large creature in her house, but she didn't think about that just yet. She sat the box down on the desk and she heard it growl softly.

"Come on, I know this is going to hurt a little bit, but," the wolf cut her off with another, more aggressive growl.

"Uhhh, Y/N," Jim called from the bathroom. "What was that?"

She turned around and went to the door. "I might have made another new friend tonight." The wolf's head popped into sight from the door to look at where the other voice came from out of curiosity, and Jim went white.

"That's an alpha werewolf."

She grunted as he pushed his way into the bathroom and began smelling and licking at Jim's neck like he had done with her, and Jim couldn't help the giggles that escaped his mouth and it only encouraged the wolf to tickle him more, but he eventually pushed him off gently.

Jim smiled shyly at the wolf before looking to her again. "Why was he growling at you?"

"I was just getting ready to stitch up his wounds."

The monstrous animal's ears pinned back at the word and Jim swatted his muzzle, startling the wolf.

"Be nice. She doesn't know anything and you can't talk in that form," Jim chided with a small smile.

"You don't need to rub it in!" She was almost defensive, but Jim was laughing.

"Werewolves don't need stitches, particularly alphas. He'll be fine by tomorrow night, you won't even know that he was hurt."

She nodded, but then stopped. "Why did he come with me then? If he didn't need help."

Jim's eyes were practically shining with mischief. "He probably thinks you're cute."

She was bright red now and she looked at the clear amusement both of them had.

"Or he had other reasons, I'm just," He had to think about it. He wasn't sure about the human word for this. "Having my fun?" He had a little shy smile, and while she was scowling, her heart melted a bit at the expression.

"I didn't realize I was opening my door to such jokesters," but even she had to laugh.

She let out a yawn, and she realized how tired she was out, "Well, I think I'm going to be retiring for the night. Jim would you like a pillow or something?"

He cocked he eyebrow. Right, that makes sense that they wouldn't have them in the ocean.

"I'll go get one for you away."

The wolf followed her out of the bathroom and crawled up on the bed for no regard to his weight as he circled like any dog would before settling down on the bed. She grabbed one of the extra pillows and returned to stuff it in the corner between the wall and the bathtub and Jim hesitantly rested his head against it before his eyes lit up.

"This is very comfortable. What did you call this?"

She chuckled, "A pillow. Goodnight, Jim."

He smiled, "Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you. again."

"It's no problem." With that, she left again for the bedroom.

She looked at the wolf, seemingly asleep, and she decided what the hell. She took her bra off and her pants, leaving herself in just a shirt and underwear. She crawled into bed under the blankets and tried to get comfortable, but sleep wasn't coming to her at all. She was just replaying the events of the night.

So, at the beginning of the night, it was crippling loneliness and a solid crying session, then late night sailing on the boat .... Then she saved a merman .... Then they got attacked by a vampire ..... and then she picked up a werewolf ..... and now there's a merman in her bathtub, a vampire chained up in the living room, and a werewolf in bed with her. She sighed. This was.... weird. This was a weird night. This couldn't have happened, could it? This stuff was made up. Oh god, she was having a mental breakdown. She was breaking and this wasn't real. None of this was real.

She was starting to hyperventilate, panic gripping her, but then she felt a warm head, a very warm, very large, and very fluffy head nuzzle into her chest. A strong, furry arm ending in a hand with extremely long and sturdy claws wrapped around her abdomen and pulled her tight. An animal's tongue licked her cheek and she had to laugh at how much it tickled. She heard the wolf in approval and she relaxed. This was real. It was very very real and she had the feeling that this wolf wouldn't let anything happen to her.

Sleep soon took over, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was a smile on her face.

#michael langdon #jim mason #duncan shepard #michael langdon imagine #duncan shepard imagine #bad moon rising #my fic

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Tales from the Odyssey

Author’s Note: Shoutout to Riot Games for making fun and interesting sections of lore for their character skins and doing absolutely nothing with them. Really appreciate these wonderful ideas not being used in any sort of side video game or movie or Netflix show whatsoever

Series: League of Legends

Pairing: Yasuo/Alcohol None

Length: 1407 words

Rating: Safe (wow that hasn’t happened in a while)

Pants. Yasuo’s longtime threat.

He really should’ve taken the time to set aside credits for an actual pair that didn’t require an arduous never ending battle just to get one foot inside. A shame that the chore had always been relegated to sober Yasuo who was too busy dealing with interplanetary beasts, being on the run from a galactic empire, and the antics of the other psychopaths on board his ship.

Hangover Yasuo could barely put on his pants without drunkenly stumbling to the floor.

A quiet moment was spent aimed at the ceiling, contemplating the shitty life choices that led to this truly fine point of his life. The quiet sounds of Space Lizard scuttling over to him on the floor briefly took his attention. It eyed its captor-turned-owner curiously. Yasuo returned the gaze with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Man,” the tinge of alcohol still clung to his taste buds, “I sure do look pathetic don’t I?”

Space Lizard chirped in response before blowing a slime bubble from its muzzle. Yasuo loved when it did that. For reasons. Reasons that earned it a nice comfy spot on his shoulder. This life was certainly a low point him but it sure as hell wasn’t rock bottom.

“Alright, back to the pants.”

The rec room of the Morning Star was never dull. From the very moment Yasuo stepped through the doors, he already heard the crazed laughter of the ship’s defacto pilot followed by an earful of explosions. A quick side step avoided impact from the remains of their last table. Another chore for sober Yasuo.

“Jinx, what have we talked about bomb testing on board the ship?”

“Uhhh, ‘Jinx is free to do whatever she wants whenever she wants’?”

Within the first day of meeting her, Yasuo had a gut feeling that she wasn’t keen on following orders. Or anything that didn’t involve shooting things. It took quite a bit of time but through weeks of Jinx related accidents, the captain finally managed craft a disciplined means of ensuring Jinx’s cooperation:

The Glare.

Just the right amount of pout combined with a careful raise of the eyebrow and a sharp, disapproving gaze that managed to stop her dead in her tracks.

The psycho redhead huffed in disappointment. “‘Any and all Jinx related shenanigans are to be kept to the specially crafted Jinx Blast Room’.” She recited on command.

“Thatta girl.”

As he strolled out of the rec room, he pretended not to notice the tongue she stuck out at him.

Yasuo wheezed from the sheer force of the air being knocked out of his lungs.

He groaned silently, his back now flat across the dirt while he stared at the sky. Gladus IV had a surprisingly beautiful sky despite being a deserted rock floating in this empty star system. The gorgeous stars and distant moons were still seen among its bright blue sky, filling him with an oddly satisfying feeling, as though the constant threat of world-ending emperors and horrors from the stars was on pause.

“HEAD’S UP, BOYS!!”

And then ooze landed on his face.

Space Lizard, now scuttling up to his face, responded with an immediate cleaning of his left cheek. Yasuo had deduced that the subsequent licking his pet gave him was an odd combination of adorable and disgusting. Still, he couldn’t help but appreciate reptile saliva more than alien guts.

Malphite’s stone chiseled mug slowly popped into view. “You okay?”

“Well…” Yasuo casually made a popping sound with his lips. “I’m not dead so that’s something. Jinx didn’t get eaten did she?”

The rock monster shook his head, pointing towards the still cackling Jinx dancing from her current victory with her rocket launcher atop the now dead alien carcass.

“Oh. Lovely.”

Lights. Dimmed.

Doors. Locked from the inside.

Space Lizard. Napping on the carpet.

Everything was set.

Yasuo seated himself comfortably on his rug, the one possession he managed to salvage from the day that he was framed for his brother’s death now in his hands.

Possessions rather.

Her heart thrummed in her ribcage as Harriet’s bright blue pools locked with Jett’s striking gaze.

The silent hum of the ship’s engine. Perfect white noise. The window behind him had the flawless view of the stars and passing nebula with just the right amount of light. Yasuo thanked his sober self for remembering to make this particular room of the ship soundproof.

Jett leaned in instinctually, unable to pry himself from Harriet’s magnetic presence.

It was a relatively new hobby of his. One that the rest of the crew respected enough to give their captain his space whenever he indulged himself. What was it about those cheesy lines that kept him so interested?

Her breath locked in her throat, Harriet finally decided she couldn’t keep it a secret from him any longer.

“Jett, I must confess it now! I’m not really human! I’m an android!”

A silent gasp escaped Yasuo’s lips as he clutched the book in his hand.

“I knew it!”

It was official. This was his favorite romance novel yet.

“You’re better than I initially assumed.” Kayn mocked.

Another clash of the blades rang in Yasuo’s ear. A meaty swing of Kayn’s scythe narrowly whizzed past Yasuo’s face. He could hear it. An inhuman beat of the alien sickle, humming from the yellow orb of ora energy floating within the weapon. A low shudder ran down his spine as he could’ve sworn he heard a voice. A malicious presence whispering from the scythe the emperor gripped so closely.

“For a captain of such a motley crew of miscreants, I’m quite impressed. Such a shame I have to spill your guts across the wall.” Kayn spat with a psychopathic grin that would’ve made even Jinx blush.

Yasuo clutched Song – his trusty sword that had seen countless skirmishes.

That wasn’t named for any explicit reason.

Or held any emotional attachment to him.

Not even as an heirloom or anything.

He just bought it at the store.

A rending swipe of Kayn’s scythe just barely tore his stomach open. The captain charged, sure that his opponent’s hefty weapon came at the cost of speed. He cleaved down on the emperor’s head with the intent of splitting his skull open.

Instead, he was met with the alien scythe’s blade clashing with his sword, somehow moved with inhuman levels of speed and strength.

Kayn’s mad visage stared Yasuo directly in the face. “Any last words, Captain?!”

“…I’m gonna need a drink after this.”

Yasuo plopped on the couch.

Another day of scavenging turned into an impromptu alien scuffle as per usual. Jinx and Malphite clamored over their recent haul of useful scrap and shiny baubles that could possibly return a decent profit. That yielded the captain a nice chance for some peace and quiet.

Everything ached. Yasuo’s body was conditioned. Trained to handle punishment that would break the average human being. Still, that didn’t mean those little bruises didn’t leave lasting impressions. He didn’t bother to move, only letting his eyes shut softly and drift to whatever amount of sleep he could get before something else goes wrong.

“A captain heralds the heaviest burden does he not?”

Aaaaand there it goes.

Yasuo’s eyes popped open. The voice didn’t have a specific point of origin. There was only an echo that resonated within his mind. That meant there was one possible source.

“Sona.”

His eyes scanned the rec room, before discovering the mute templar casually sitting next to him on the couch. The newest member of the Morning Star crew was a stark contrast from…well, the rest of the crew. Her total silence was so disciplined. So unlike Jinx and Malphite to the point where Yasuo would often forget she was even aboard the ship.

“The only ‘heaviest burden’ I have is making sure no one touches the alcohol I have stocked in the fridge.”

Sona’s chuckle sounded off his mind. Telepathy was far from the weirdest sensation he ever experienced but it still left an alien feeling in his brain. Not the literal alien feeling thankfully but alien all the same.

“I can sense that you find your current direction…difficult.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” Yasuo sighed, leaning further into his seat. “But a challenge is a challenge.”

Sona smiled. “Good to see that you’re coming to terms with your current path.”

“Mmhm.”

…

“You’re drunk aren’t you?”

“Big time.”

#league of legends odyssey #yasuo #jinx #sona #malphite #league of legends #safe

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Underearth: Book 1 - Chapter 30

The stage itself was dim and dark in color. The background showed the silhouette of a few houses with their lights on. Some stars and a moon hung from the ceiling, glowing ever so slightly. Just ahead, near the end of the stage, was a staircase leading up to a high balcony. As Frisk approached, he heard Mettaton's voice.

"OH? THAT HUMAN..." he said, poking his 'head' out from around a corner up on the balcony. "COULD IT BE...? MY ONE TRUE LOVE?"

Oh no... Frisk thought as Mettaton began descending the staircase wearing a bright ice-blue dress as some unseen band played what seemed to be a prelude to some opera piece. Once at the bottom of the staircase, and when the prelude had finished, Mettaton began singing:

Oh my love Please run away Monster King Forbids your stay

Humans must Live far apart Even if It breaks my heart

They'll put you In the dungeon It'll suck And then you'll die a lot

Really sad You're gonna die Cry cry cry So sad it's happening.

"SO SAD." Mettaton then said, without music, at Frisk. "SO SAD THAT YOU ARE GOING TO THE DUNGEON." Mettaton rolled away just a little bit, pulling a remote control out of his dress with a big red button on it. "WELL, TOODLES!" He then pressed the button, and a hole opened up right underneath Frisk, causing him to fall right into the pit.

Falling down, something caused him to slow down exponentially before he hit a very small island beneath.

"OH NO! WHATEVER SHALL I DO?" Mettaton shouted, now hovering some ways above Frisk with rocket propulsion. "MY LOVE HAS BEEN CAST AWAY INTO THE DUNGEON. A DUNGEON WITH A PUZZLE SO DASTARDLY, MY PARAMOUR WILL SURELY PERISH!"

Both Frisk and Mettaton looked off in the only direction that had anything on the same level they were both on.

"O, HEAVENS HAVE MERCY! THE HORRIBLE COLORED TILE MAZE! EACH COLORED TILE HAS ITS OWN SADISTIC FUNCTION. FOR EXAMPLE, A GREEN TILE SOUNDS A NOISE, AND THEN YOU MUST FIGHT A MONSTER. RED TILES WILL... ACTUALLY, WAIT A SECOND. DIDN'T YOU SEE THIS PUZZLE SOMETIME EARLIER?" Frisk nodded at the question. "THAT'S RIGHT. YOU REMEMBER ALL THE RULES, DON'T YOU?" Frisk nodded, but much more slowly before looking at the puzzle and counting on his fingers what he could remember. "GREAT... THEN I WON'T WASTE YOUR TIME REPEATING THEM!!"

Frisk began walking towards the conveyor that led straight into the puzzle before Mettaton suddenly spoke again.

"OH, AND YOU'D BETTER HURRY. BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T GET THROUGH IN 30 SECONDS, YOU'LL BE INCINERATED BY THESE JUTS OF FIRE!!" Mettaton then began laughing maniacally as several nozzles emerged from under the cliff and spewed a bit of fire to show that he wasn't messing around. "MY POOR LOVE! I'M SO FILLED WITH GRIEF, I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! GOOD LUCK DARLING!"

Music similar to the version played during Mettaton's opera began playing as Frisk passed over the conveyor and entered the puzzle, trying to figure each piece out as Mettaton sang again.

Oh my love Has fallen down Now in tears We all will drown

Colored tiles Make them a fool If only they Still knew the rules

Well that was A sorry try Now let's watch Them fry

Frisk was about a quarter-way across the maze when they all went grey, and Mettaton came flying overhead.

"OOOOH, I'M SO SORRY! LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE OUT OF TIME!!!" he said viciously. "HERE COMES THE FLAMES, DARLING!" The nozzles approached, spewing fire at him. "THEY'RE CLOSING IN!" Inching closer, Frisk could now feel the heat of the flames intensely. "GETTING! CLOSER! OH MY!" They got even closer to the point that all Frisk could see was fire.

"ALPHYS!!!" Frisk screamed out in desperation. "HELP!!!!"

"ANY MINUTE NOW!!!" Mettaton continued in their taunting way.

As the flames got ever-closer, Frisk was sweating more than down on the first level of Mount Hot. Just then, a ringing sound broke through the flames.

"Watch out!! I'll save you!!" came the voice of Alphys as the fires extinguished and the nozzles lowered out of sight.

"OH NO!!! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN??? FOILED AGAIN BY THE BRILLIANT DOCTOR ALPHYS!!"

"That's right!" Alphys said, "Come on, Mettaton, give up already! You'll never be able to defeat us... Not as long as we work together! Your puzzle's over... Now go home and leave us alone!"

"PUZZLE? OVER?" Mettaton questioned, "ALPHYS, DARLING, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT...? DID YOU FORGET WHAT THE GREEN TILES DO? THEY MAKE A SOUND, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT A MONSTER." Frisk backed up a little when he heard that. "WELL, DARLING... THAT MONSTER... IS ME!!"

Just as Mettaton finished, the dress he was wearing flew off as he flew down and landed just in front of Frisk. "THIS IS IT, DARLING! SAY GOODBYE!"

"H-hey!!" Alphys spoke up again, "Th-this seems bad, but don't worry!! Th-there's one last thing I installed on your phone...! Look for something called 'Yellow'."

Frisk pulled out his phone and quickly found an app simply called 'Yellow'. After opening the app, he could feel something within him being pulled to the phone.

"Now press the button!!!" she shouted.

Frisk pressed a yellow button in the middle of the screen and a yellow bolt shot out of the top of the phone. Frisk then pointed the top of the phone at Mettaton and pressed it as many times as he could. Each time he pressed the button, he could feel himself getting more and more tired. Eventually he could no longer continue standing and collapsed to the ground.

"OOOH! OOOOOOOH!" Mettaton started. "YOU'VE DEFEATED ME!! HOW CAN THIS BE, YOU WERE STRONGER THAN I THOUGHT, ETC." Mettaton then rolled off towards a staircase far to Frisk's right, just at the end of the now grey tiled puzzle.

"L-looks like you beat him!" Alphys said. "Y-you did a really great job out there."

"All thanks to you, Alphys." Frisk responded.

"What? Oh no, I mean... You were the one doing everything cool! I just wrote some silly programs for your phone." Alphys then went silent for a little bit. "umm, h-hey, this might sound strange but... c-can I tell you something?"

"Sure, tell away."

"B-before I met you, I d-didn't really... I didn't really like myself very much. For a long time, I f-felt like a total screw-up. L-like I couldn't do a-anything w-without... W-without ending up letting everyone down. B-but...! Guiding you has made me feel... A lot better about myself. So... thanks for letting me help you."

Frisk remained silent, listening intently to her entire spiel. When she finished, they both remained silent for a while. Eventually, Alphys spoke up again.

"Uhhh, anyway, we're almost to the CORE. It's just past the MTT Resort. Come on! Let's finish this!"

Frisk stored the phone in his pocket and followed after Mettaton up the stairs.

At the summit of the staircase, Frisk once again found the Nice-Cream Vender he last saw in the Waterfall Caves.

"Oh, hey again, how's business?" Frisk asked.

"Well, I thought for sure if I went to Hotland, I'd sell some Nice Creams. But nobody wants them. Everyone's just eating Starfaits and Glamburgers. So!!! I'm having a going out of business sale. Would you like some Nice Cream...?"

"Sorry, still don't have any money." Frisk responded.

"Well then... Tell your friends... Life... is suffering."

Frisk proceeded to back away from the Nice-Cream Vender and head down the pathway on his right. Down the pathway, Frisk found the other elevator, reading 'R3'. Next to the elevator, he found the same small flame that he last saw on the floor below. As he got near, the flame once again talked to him.

"Hey, hey! Did you remember my name?"

"Yup." Frisk said, blatantly lying, as he'd forgotten it with everything that had happened. Turns out it didn't matter, as the flame fully believed him.

"Wh- WHAT!?" the flame shouted. "You REMEBER!? How could I be so easily defeateeeeeeeeed!?"

Frisk backed away from the little flame and went back down the path to the Nice-Cream Vender. Next to the Nice-Cream Vender was a set of stairs that led ever higher. Frisk approached the stairs and headed upward toward the summit of Mount Hot.

A Whole New World : Oh My Love

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#Undertale #Undertale AU #Undertale Rho #UTRStory #Underearth #A Whole New World

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Star vs The Forces of Evil: Hidden Truth | Chapter 8: The Hunt

The boy scurried frantically around the floor, knocking over small tables in his panic. It was midnight, the moon shone furiously outside, the stars gleaming bright. But the boy saw none of this. He was focused on one thing and one thing only. To run.

His feet scampered across the floor, left after right. Sweat flicked down his neck as he attempted to escape the terror that was prowling. Searching. Hunting.

He stopped. A dead end it seemed, a tapestry (thankfully a normal, non royal one) covered the wall. A sinister voice could be heard, creeping up on him from behind, threatening to swallow him up.

"Maaaarcoooo, where aaaare youuuu? I just want to playyyyy!"

Marco’s face paled. How had everything gone so wrong?

16 hours ago

Star shot up from her bed as she stared up at the bookshelf in front of her, wondering if she could just lie there and die alone. After a few minutes of just sitting there, blank faced, she turned to her alarm clock.

8:00

“Oh no.”

The frantic Princess ran straight into her wardrobe, hurriedly searching for her clothes. How had nobody woken her up?!

Right as she pulled her stockings up, her door snapped itself open to reveal a startled Queen Moon.

“Star? You’re awake?”

Star tried to grin at her mother as she fastened up her boots. "Yes yes yes, oh my gosh, I’m going to be late for-”

She became rigid, her mind working out her situation.

“Oh. That’s right, no school, I’m on Mewni. No training with Glossaryck either, it’s a Flacks day.”

Star calmed down considerably, but an aching feeling still shivered down her spine. Why was she so nervous, like everything was going to explode?

Her mother eyed her candidly, ”Well, while you’re here, I was going to wake you up for breakfast, but I suppose you’ve done that yourself.”

Star groaned as she pulled herself out the door, intent on getting to the royal dining room before her mom. What a start to a day.

Star and her mother made their way over to a large rectangular table, decorated in an elegant buffet of Mewnian cuisine, where the rest of the castle’s inhabitants waited.

Moon and River’s seat were at the very front, Marco sat to River’s right, and Janna two seats from Moon. Star meticulously sat down next to Marco, her brain pounding her with incessant headaches. It was so bad in fact, that Star almost didn’t notice Marco’s instant recoil as Star sat next to him, like someone placed a viper on his nose. Almost. Since their adventure in the tapestry room, both had been a bit distant, although not by choice.

“Oh- ugh- Hi Star.” The welcome rolled out of his tongue like sandpaper. The boy didn’t expect Star to sit next to him, although he really should have, as they were supposed to be ‘best friends. Star stared at Marco for what was really seconds, but felt like hours.

“Hi there Marco.” She emoted with an artificial excitement in her voice. Sweat kept running down Marco’s face. This wasn’t the first time they’d eaten next to each other but it nevertheless felt like a first.

The countless servants walked up and down the hallway, serving each diner a beautiful looking meal (mostly corn related). Marco always asked for a normal Earth breakfast in fear of not liking mewnian food, and therefore offending his hosts. Janna, on the other hand, would always ask for something new, really enjoying her stay in the foreign kingdom. The Royal Family, of course, would pick their favorite corn dishes.

“B-bon Appetit…” Marco awkwardly stuttered. Everyone, who already had their mouths full, mumbled in response. “Right…”

The boy took a bite of the average looking meal he was given. The room went relatively silent.

A couple minutes passed. Marco, trying to focus on his food and only his food, noticed Star on the corner of his eye. He looked down, back at his food, before snapping back to his side to make sure if she was still staring. She was. He glanced up at Janna for help. Janna, who had finished her meal, was staring at the both of them with awe.

“So, Star.” Janna catches her attention. The Princess looked over at Janna, with a dead look in her eyes. “Isn’t Marco looking great this morning?” A chuckle escaped her mouth as she anticipated the mayhem she hoped to cause. A pink tint painted her face. Her eyes shifted around the room before resting at Marco, who was covering his face with his hands.

“Uhh - Well…. Pfft, I mean, he looks fine for just getting out of bed…” Star flustered, her arms flailing with sweat. “I guess!” Forced laughter echoed around the room as Star winced at her response. Marco, trying his hardest to not be seen, let out an embarrassed moan.

“I mean, he’s looking pretty handsome today, don’t you think?” Janna teased back. Marco head snapped upward to face Janna. He stared at her in pure distress and then over at Star in the same way. Star was burning red, she didn’t know how to answer to that…. That question! Her eyes wandered around the room, her head as well. Janna still stared silently with a cocky smirk plastered on her face. Marco was waiting to see Star’s response, staring at her with a face of pure distress and embarrassment.

“Uhm - uhhh…” The flustered princess was interrupted by her Mother, “Let them eat in peace Janna.”

Star and Marco let out a sigh of relief, while Janna let out one of disappointment. “Ugh, fine.”

“Alright then…” River stood up as he took hold of all of the leftovers scattered around the table. “I think we’re done with breakfast.”

“Thank Mewni!”

“Gracia a dios!” Star and Marco said in unison as they stood up from their seats. Everyone stalked away, Star and Marco hanging by each other, although not as close as they were before.

The two had made it all the way outside to the Royal Gardens. A long time ago, the Gardens were huge and imposing, filled with an expansive hedge maze for aristocrats to play around in. After the War with Toffee, the Gardens became much smaller, the young Queen Moon seeing them as ‘an unnecessary accessory’.

Star sat down in a pile of leaves, scrunching about in a most unladylike fashion. Marco remained standing, awkwardly picking his thumbs.

The Princess finally broke the silence that had been following them around like a nasty storm, “Sorry about what Janna said… I know you don’t feel the same way I do - I mean, ugh….. It must have been… Hard?” The Princess fidgeted with her dress. “Ugh. What am I saying?”

Marco coughed, ”Oh! Yeah….”

She sighed, her palm stroking her heart. She gulped, a headache pulsing through her body. Everything was spinning…..

“Star? You okay?” Marco shook Star’s shoulders, leaning in to see her face.

Suddenly, Star whisked around tackled Marco, wincing at her disordered mind. “Ugh… Star, what was that for?’

“Er….. Um, I don’t know? I don’t feel so good…. Can you help me?”, Star said the last question with a whimsical tone, her voice growing in emotion.

“Sure….?” Marco stared at her, his mind buzzing with questions. All were silenced as Star’s face slowly curved into a smile for the first time in the day. Unfortunately, the full front of smile was on Marco, who was starting to get nervous, ”Uh…. Star, are you okay?”

"I dunno, Marco." Star sighed.

Marco took a grip on the vulnerable looking princess's hand. He pulled upwards, trying to get Star back on her feet. A harsh thug is heard as the two teens trip over themselves. Star laid over the Latino's chest, and Marco over the gushing green grass. They were close, couple inches away. They could feel each other's breath. Both were burning red and avoided eye contact, one with a frown and the other with a dopey smile.

"C-can you, uhm... get off of – on top of me?" He mumbled under his breath. Although the boy's words could barely be considered a whisper, their proximity made sure that Star could hear every awkward mumble.

She catches his eyes. A sinister looking smirk stretched across her face.

"I don't know, can I?" An uncharacteristically sarcastic tone rang through Marco's ears.

"Come on Star, not now!"

"I-I, er, S-Star, I-I don't w-want to- p-please not now..." He whispered, yet Star ignored his plea.

Star pulled herself closer. Fear ran down Marco's spine.

"STAR!" The yell scared off the enthusiastic girl.

Marco lifted himself up from the rough terrain, brushing off dirt and grass from his back. He made his way back to a small hill of leaves and sat down.

Star stares at Marco. He was still blushing, he seemed to have wanted to be alone but Star didn't seem to get that.

After a couple of seconds of staring, she made her way next to him.

Star crouched pretty close next to Marco. Both teens shared a silence. Marco peeked out of his shell of shame towards Star who was chuckling to herself.

"I'm sorry Marco." The chuckle slowly turned into a small burst of laughter, "I guess, I always run from my problems, decided that I would chase it for once."

"I-It's- it's okay, just uhmm, just don't do that again, y'know me and uhmm, you know..." The boy continued, his statements turning the princess's laugh, into a frown.

"Jackie! I know you and Jackie are... together." She stared at Marco who was still awkwardly rambling to himself.

She groaned, frustration blinding her judgment.

"I-I mean, I shouldn't... I know I shouldn't." Her frowns turned into blinding anger and frustration.

Star grabbed Marco's hoodie by the neck. The boy was yanked towards Star, silencing his mumbles in an instant. The millions of questions and thoughts that he'd been hiding since that day with the tapestries came flooding back.

"Star, what are you doing! Why are you doing this to me! WHY STAR!" A brush of anger painted over Marco, as he flung over to the princess. "I'm happy, DAMMIT! I-I don't need this!" Marco's thoughts turned into unintelligible ramblings. "Estoy feliz, estoy feliz, I'm happy... I'M HAPPY! I have Jackie, Star, she knows that, she does."

A cold feeling sank his heart. He snapped his eyes open. In front of him, he could see the silhouette of his best friend's face pressed against his. They were centimeters away, their lips a nudge away from a kiss, they're cold breaths bouncing off each other,[PH3] locked in a dance of icy cold regret and burning passion. Marco couldn't help but feel enthralled. The passion he felt emitted his body like the shining sun, and Star couldn't help but notice. He pushed the passion of the proximity aside, leaving nothing but regret to fill the interaction. Star didn't seem to mind, she didn't think her friend was going to stay this long, although he was most likely paralyzed in shock. Star gripped harder at the boy's collar, letting the primal instinct of the event take over her train of thought.

Marco snapped back from his state of shock. He pats his chest in an attempt to find the rebellious hand tugging at his collar. After a second of the teens being paralyzed in place, Marco finds Star's hand, the once strong grip fizzled out at the boy's touch, letting Marco push it away.

Marco places both of his arms to Star's shoulders. His arm tenses up, a gulp passes through his throat as he opens his eyes to look at Star's face.

The contact filled Star's mind with hope, hope that it could happen. She didn't ignore the breath of passion that left her best friends mouth earlier. Her cheek marks glowed a dark red color, her heart beat at what seemed like a thousand beats per seconds as the boy closes his eyes once more.

Their proximity is made larger by a violent shove.

Star fell towards the collection of leaves they were under. After a second of silence. Star gazed over at Marco. His arms extended forward, his face one of guilt.

Both teens stared intently at each other. Marco had sweat running down his face, and a look of pure disdain at Star. He was yelling at her, he knew that much, but the exact words were leaving his memory quickly.

He was still in shock, surprised that the interaction even happened. He knew, that Star knew that what she did wasn't right, but he also knew that it wasn't his heart that pushed her away. A rush of confusing emotions clouded his mind. The stare between the two had lasted a few seconds at this point. He stood up from the cushion of leaves, put his hoodie over his head, and briskly ran off.

He thought he could hear some faint yelling coming from Star, but he wasn't in a state to talk to her. "She should know this... why would she do something so stupid!"

A couple hours later

After spending all day trying to avoid Star, Marco made his way to his room. By now, the sun was about to fall over the zenith. Noon was just over, but Marco already felt tired enough to sleep.

9:00 PM

Star pranced onto her bed, growing to herself about how much of an idiot she was. Unfortunately, all she could think about now was her growing headaches.

She stared up at the ceiling of her room, and then to her window. It was almost night time.

"Welp." She muttered, pulling her pillow on her head. "I guess I'll apologize tomorrow."

Her headache began to grow, and with it a strange fever. Everything was going dark...

Her eyes shot up, bursting with black light, deformed into hearts. Huge, blackened wings sprouted from her backside, extra limbs growing in toe. It was complete.

She was going to get that kiss.

Midnight

Marco Diaz thrashed around in his bed, sleepless, his mind still contemplating Star. After a few minutes of self-recollection, he finally decided he would apologize. "I don't deserve a friend like Star..." He mumbled as he got out of bed.

As soon as he made his way to Star's room, he could see that something was off. A bright purple serenade cascaded from her door, and familiar vines sprouted from the gaps. Marco opened the door cautiously.

"S-Star? Are you okay in-"

Marco flinched in recoil. Before him was a very familiar beast. In a way, it was strangely beautiful, with purple hair splayed all over, and bright violet hearts for eyes. She stared at him with what one could only describe as..... Longing?

Marco spoke cautiously. "Star.... You're, you're not going to do this, right?"

In response, he got a web flung onto his face, all black and goopy. At that moment, both Star and Marco ran out the door, although for obviously different reasons.

His feet scampered across the floor, left after right. Sweat flicked down his neck as he attempted to escape the terror that was prowling. Searching. Hunting.

He stopped. A dead end it seemed, a tapestry (thankfully a normal, non royal one) covered the wall. A sinister voice could be heard, creeping up on him from behind, threatening to swallow him up.

"Maaaarcoooo, where aaaare youuuu? I just want to playyyyy!"

Marco’s face paled. How had everything gone so wrong?

Marco sees an opening to escapes to his right, and takes swift advantage of it.

The boy slammed opens two large doors, hitting two non-attendant guards. "Everyone run, crazy bug princess on the loose!" He yelled, sliding down the hallways. No one seemed to hear him. The flying princess crashed into several objects in an attempt to stable her flight. As he kept running through the never-ending hallways, he was pulled into a room by Janna. Star flew past them.

"What's going on?" Janna asked in a curious tone.

"Well, IwaswithStarandthenshedidn'tfeelwellandso-" He rambled

"Calm down Diaz!" She slapped him back to reality.

"Right...right..." He calmed his agitated rambling. "You know when Star wrecked the whole school?"

Janna nodded.

"Well, it's happening again." He pointed down a hallway leading to the kitchen, where Star was seen flying through, causing havoc to the many chefs.

Janna looked over, "Oh..." Janna stared at her flying friend, "… Well, how did you stop it last time?"

"I just waited it out."

"Okay then, I guess we'll just wait it out."

"I'd rather not hole up in the castle while Star's just rampaging about!" Marco said frustrated. "Why is she still looking for me?! Last time she would take what she could get!" He snapped back, kind of regretting how his statement made his best friend look.

Janna looked over at Marco, eyebrow raised, "Do you really want me to answer that?"

Janna once more looked over at the door, Star hadn't found them yet, she was still lost in the maze that was the castle's hallways. It seemed like the time on Earth did a number on her memory. Janna looked back at Marco who was now curled up in a corner.

"No, I don't." He whispered to himself.

Janna had an all too familiar smirk plastered on her face. She dropped to the floor about a foot in front of Marco.

"Why don't we use this time for some therapy?" She suggested.

"Therapy?" The Hispanic boy looked up with confusion.

"Yeah therapy! Y'know, you therapy, I therapy, we all therapy." Janna responded in a cocky tone. Marco, now even more confused, went to ask her again but was cut off.

"Okay, let's get started." She began, "First question, how does this make you feel?"

Marco looked out at the hallway, making sure that the flying bug goddess wasn't going to swoop him up. He looked back at Janna, "Umm, well, scared for my life, I guess, what are you trying to do with this?"

"Eh. Eh. Eh. I'm the one asking the questions here." She chuckled to herself.

Marco let out an annoyed sigh.

"Okay then, what did you and Star do throughout the day?" Janna responded.

"Uhm, well after the stunt you pulled at breakfast, we-we went outside, and, uhmm, talked, pretty uneventful really." He nervously stuttered.

"Mm-hm." She sarcastically hummed. "Well, that's not what I saw."

"What do you mean, "you saw"!?" He yelled in a scared tone.

She laughed to herself, "What did I say about questions?". She continued to chuckle at the distraught Marco.

"Well, well, well, this has taken an interesting turn of events, this therapy session." She teased in her signature cocky nature.

Marco stared intently. "What I saw, was a bit more, how do I say this, intimate." She gazed up at Marco. "Maybe these picture will remind you." She reached for her pocket, bursts of strangely cold laughter interrupting the moment. The light of the screen hit Marco hard. It showed a distant photo of what looked like Star and Marco kissing, Marco's arms resting on her shoulder.

"WHAT THE...!?" A nervous chill went down his spine. "It-it's not what it looks like!"

She chuckled to herself, "That's the beauty of it, it doesn't have to be what it seems, cause what it looks like is what matters." The girl's words pierced his ears fiercely, she was right, it didn't matter what actually happened.

"Now, you explain to me what's happening in this here photo, or you'll have to explain it to your dear girlfriend." She made a threatening motion over the phone, threatening to push the button.

"Fine, fine! Just drop the phone, okay?" He yelled back involuntarily.

Janna, an evil smirk still stretched along her face, lifted up her arms, letting the phone drop onto the floor.

Marco sighed in relief, resting his hands on the wall.

"Me and, well, me and Star didn't- we didn't kiss, okay..." Janna nodded in anticipation, "We, okay so Star grabbed me by the collar and pulled me in, and well, I mean, I guess she probably wanted to kiss me." He tried as hard as he could to not make eye contact.

"Maybe?! You two were so close that it looked like you WERE kissing!" She nagged at the embarrassed Marco.

"I get it Janna! Point is that I didn't kiss her, I was pushing her away!" He snapped back

The ruckus Star was making outside filled the room as Marco kept silent as Janna chuckled to herself.

"Ugh... Janna, should I... should I still tell Jackie what happened? That's what a good boyfriend would do, right?"

Janna glared at him with surprisingly hostile eyes, "Sure. Do whatever you want, not that I would be any help."

Before Marco could question her, he heard a booming sound erupt into the room. The wall Marco rested on combusted as both of the human teens were knocked away.

Star had found them, or him to be more exact.

At the same time, another pair of yells could be heard.

“MARCO! JANNA!”

It was the Queen!

“Are we having a party I didn’t know about?”

And River.

Star smiled at Marco with a carnivorous malice. But before she could do anything, Queen Moon jumped into the scene. She pushed Star back with one magic blast, and rushed to evacuate the frightened teens.

“Marco!” The Queen shouted, locking themselves into the Med Bay. “What. Is. Happening? The Servants ran into my bedroom and told me that you told everyone that Star’s going through Mewberty again.”

Marco looked on in fear, ”Uh… I don’t know! It just sort of happened!”

Moon sighed, tapping her feet to the ground, ”Well….. We’ll have to restrain her before we can do anything. Guards!”

A multitude of soldiers flooded the halls, attempting to surround Star. But a dark purple light began to emanate from the Princess. A giant explosion destroyed the desolate room.

Star floated around the rubble in an attempt to find Marco; after a couple minutes of looking she gave up and moved on to another room. After Star was surely gone, the King, Queen, and the two teens reappeared. Moon, who had her arms extended to the sides, collapsed in a fit of panting and sweat. River kneeled down next to her and patted her on the back, “Nice obscuring spell, dear.” Moon quickly nodded in response.

After a couple of seconds of composing herself, Moon stood back up.

“Okay, so Mewberty relapses are normally a symptom of a disease, it’s too early to say which, but it isn’t too late to cure it.” The Queen groaned, “Ugh! The remedy! I don’t know the ingredients! It said it in the book… the now destroyed book… It involved corn……...and some……..maybe some of…….no that’s not right….”

She continued to mumble to herself, getting more agitated by the second. After a few moments, River stepped up next to her, “Calm down now, dear, here maybe this piece of corn will ease your sorrow.” River pulled out a corncob that he seemed to be saving in his pocket.

“Uhmm, thank you River…” Moon seemed calmer, or at least less stressed.

Janna walked over to the Queen and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hmm, oh, Janna, what is it?” Moon asked in a relatively gentle tone.

An all too familiar grin welcomed the queen. “Just thought that this might be a valuable asset to fixing this situation.”

Marco saw from where he was standing. Janna was handing Moon the cellphone she had dropped earlier. “She salvaged that from the rubble? She must really love that phone...” He thought. The rubble of the scenery stabbed at his feet. “Oh, I wonder what she’s showing them…” After a second or two, the thought popped to his head, Moon looked over at the earthling visitor with spiteful eyes. “OH NO!”

Marco cowered in his feet as the Queen of Mewni walked over to him with an aggressive clutch on Janna’s phone. Janna stifled a grin as Moon stretched her arm forward, giving Marco a suspicious face.

“Care to explain this to me?” The Queen’s voice was surprisingly calm. But it was the kind of calm that occurred before a storm. Marco was trying his best to keep his composure.

“It’s not what it looks like.” He emulated a calm expression although he couldn’t be more embarrassed or scared.

“Really? Well then explain to me, how does it look like?” Moon responded unexpectedly furious.

“We were, uhm, talking.” He tried to smile, but it came out crooked.

“Do you take me for a fool?!” Moon’s calmness was gone.

Marco originally wanted to respond, but he decided to remain silent; no imaginable answer could possibly ease the situation. He was standing against an enraged mother which thought her daughter needs protecting. And there is no greater force in the whole universe which could stand against that and survive.

Two voices argued inside his head. One spoke from the heart, the other from the mind, but damned was Marco if he could tell them apart.

‘That kiss, I wish it would have never happened!’ One began, its voice echoing around his head the loudest.

‘No you don’t…’ a voice answered back. ‘Don’t lie to yourself, you felt it and she knows you felt it…” Marco tried the hardest to shake off these irrational words out of his head to no avail. ‘That proximity, it made you feel something, you saw it didn’t you, how you saw her, as more…’

‘STOP!’ An angry voice answered back. ‘None of this would have happened if this -if she hadn’t been so STUPID!’

‘WHAT DOES SHE EVEN SEE IN ME!’

Both voices fizzled out as Marco focused once more on the situation on hand.

The room stayed silent.

Seeing Marco’s struggle to answer, Moon let out a heavy sigh. “Well, it’s not like something inappropriate has happened, right Marco?” She started walking off but momentarily looked back at Marco.

He quickly nodded with his head as a sign of agreement.

She scanned back at the part of the castle still intact. Expertly, she spotted the flying Star, still looking for her earthling prey. “So it’s obvious that this relapse isn’t part of a disease, but instead some kind of emotional stress…”

Everyone in the room impaled him with a suspicious stare. Except for Janna; she was having a blast.

“What? I pushed her away! I didn’t want- It was sudden- I didn’t mean-” The boy kept stuttering one sentence after another.

“Calm down boy.” River patted Marco on his shoulder. “I understand you: You were living together for almost a year, fought monsters, had adventures… So you grew closer. I mean, if it was me and Moon, I know I would,” he smiled.

“River!” Moon facepalmed.

“But we will talk about this later, my boy.”

Marco was so nervous he wasn’t able to respond with anything.

“So we need to think of a plan.” Moon continued. ”Perhaps…. There is a way to help Star. If you go to her and…. Well, ‘Give her what she wants’, we might be able to get her back to normal.”

Marco froze, words about to come out of his mouth. ”Me? Wha-Why, I mean, I know why… but you guys know, I-I can’t.”

“Look Marco.” The Queen was visibly annoyed, ”We don’t have many options here.”

"B-But..." Marco was stalling, she knew that he didn’t have any other choice...

"She won't stop otherwise, Marco. That is not the Star we know, it’s just... basic impulses. You can't reason with it, you can't talk to it."

"B-But that would..."

…and he didn’t mind.

"Indeed, it would." It was apparent that Moon wasn't exactly thrilled about this idea either.

“Well at the very least, be honest with her, for once!” Janna snapped, her feet stamping on the floor.

“Uh oh,” River grumbled, realizing what was happening. “Marco has to kiiiiiss her, ho ho ho, didn’t get that at first.

Moon let out a short sigh. “We don’t have a choice, Marco.”

Marco stared at the floor, “I know…”

“God dammit… what am I doing, am I really doing this…”

A pale blue barrier was showing around them, being warped and twisted by magic.

“My obscuring spell….” Moon mused, ”It shouldn’t be visible…. Unless….”

There she was - Marco’s eyes darted to the right, where Star was pounding on the barrier, viciously trying to tear it apart.

“Star!” Marco cried, pointing at her shape. ”There, she’s there!”

As Moon started to freak out and repaired her barrier, Marco started contemplating what Janna had said. “Be honest with her”. Really?! It had been Star who hadn’t been honest with him, not the other way around. Until apparently very recently, he had been very clear with his emotions.

“I love Jackie.”

“End of picture.”

Except…. Now he couldn’t. If he wanted to help Star, at least.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling, the feeling of excitement at the idea of what was going to happen…

Star retreated back to think up some kind of plan to get inside. The thought process was quickly proven to be for naught.

Marco stepped calmly outside the barrier and stood in the crumbled hallway. Instantly, Star flung her head to his direction, looking pleased, and also somewhat confused. Star raced towards him.

As she raced through the clustered halls, Marco’s arms sprung open, leading Star into a trap she was okay with being trapped in. Marco smothered her in his arms. She was startled, but also grinning, pulling Marco closer into the embrace.

“You know Star, you probably won’t remember this…you might think this is all a dream... which is a bit cruel…” Marco looked down at the pleased princess. “... And I can’t assure my safety if this doesn’t work or that we can stay friends… God I hope you don’t remember any of this…” he chuckled to himself. “... So much for being the safe kid, right Star?”

Star shuffled her way to a standing position, making sure to not break off from the embrace. “Maaaarcooooooo…” she whispered.

“Yes Star?” Marco calmly responded. He had accepted his fate, a fate that he couldn’t say with one hundred percent confidence he disliked. Star wrapped her many arms around the boy, and encased him in many heart pellets.

“Maaaaarcoooooo…” A rebellious hand of hers tucked on Marco’s collar.

Marco was lurked forward. Now with his head placed slightly below Star’s, he mumbled in a playful, even teasing tone. “That’s what I thought…”

Marco couldn’t move his arms or legs, he was a toy for Star to play with. Marco still trusted his friend, trusted her enough to not end up killing him at least. He couldn’t deny the strength difference between them as Star lifted his neck back to eye level in what felt like an instance.

“Jesus Christ… Why did I agree to this…”

Star pulled herself towards him, she stopped centimeters away from his lips. She scanned Marco’s face. He looked right into Star’s eyes in a semi annoyed manner, but he couldn’t help but be bright red.

Marco let out a relatively desolate sigh, his hot breath showering Star’s face.

“I find it worrying that this isn’t an unusual sight…” Marco complained.

It seemed like he was going to continue his sentiments, but was cut short by a swift push from Star. Their lips touched.

Marco first looked in shock, eyes wide open staring at the bug princess in distress and disgust. But after a second or two an air of comfort set in. He cautiously closed his eyes waiting for the moment to pass.

His heart kept beating faster and faster. A familiar feeling of dread and uncertainty fell over the boy. It was painful being this close to her, it was painful not finding the will to push her away or retreat, of not finding it hard to enjoy. Star pulled Marco closer. Marco’s heart beat the hardest it ever had… and that was scary. He’d never been this vulnerable even when he was with his girlfriend, but he couldn’t think of her in this moment.

“Oh god, look what I’ve done...” Marco thought to himself. “How could I let this happen?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t want this to happen Diaz!” A voice yelled inside his head.

“Wh-what? No! I’m doing this to help Star!” Another responded.

“Really now? Is that the same reason you abandoned your girlfriend to stay with Star!?”

“Jackie? I didn’t abandon Jackie!... I just- I, uhm, I just…”

“Keep telling yourself that…”

Star’s cheek marks glowed as bright as the sun.

After a sudden gasp from Star, Marco could feel a convulsion from her. She crumbled to the floor, her body shuddering with a blinding golden light. At last, her true Butterfly Form could be seen, the same Marco had gazed upon before.

The goddess looking creature refused to let go of the boy until she left, and leave she did.

As her extra limbs finally retreated back, she fell down, a crumpled rag doll on the ceramic of the castle. Marco went swiftly to check on her, but Moon got to her first.

“She’s fine.” The Queen clarified. ”Just sleeping.”

“Let’s hope this won’t happen again. With the Silver Bell Ball around the corner we can’t afford another incident. Marco, whatever that you have between you two, resolve it.” Moon sighed, kicking a loose pebble. “Solaria, this Silver Bell Ball is going to be the death of me.” Janna glanced over at Marco, and so did Moon, oddly. Marco stood flustered, his body trembling. After a couple of seconds of standing in place, thinking, he put one foot over the other. He slowly walked past Moon and Janna.

“I-I’m… uhm, I’m sorry, I-I… am… going...to...my...room.” Marco stuttered as he walked away from what he saw as a crime scene.

As he slowly stepped away from sight Janna yelled over, “Hey! Come and help me clean this mess! Diaz? DIAZ!” Moon placed her hand over the girl’s shoulder.

“Let him be Janna, he’s been through enough,” Moon walked towards River who had a hold of the collapsed Star. “Star will help you when she wakes up.”

“Everyone! Continue on your Silver Bell Ball preparations! Any collateral damage will be dealt with and is not something that needs to be made known to the public!” Moon ordered the royal servants as they scattered like ants in a disrupted ant hill.

“The Silver Bell Ball… ugh…” Marco laid over his bed, distraught. “I'm sure no one will mention what happened today to Star…” Marco spiked up from his bed to the sight of his darkened room.

“I might as well start picking out the suit…”

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