#he has pink soup be patient with him :(

[cecilxa]

how stupid it must be to get unwell (fall in love)

summary: scaramouche takes care of a special someone

contents: scaramouche being dumb about his feelings, use of both scaramouche + wanderer, sick fic, reader is sick, established relationship, fluff, gn!reader

cw: small scara threat, food

recommend listening to: i <3 u by boy pablo

a/n: part 3 of my winter special!

“Idiot.”

A pout forms on your face.

“It’s not my fault I got sick!”

You then proceed to let out a series of coughs, each one more violent than the last. Scaramouche scowls.

“You're an actual moron. You’re not supposed to be talking. Save all that energy for when you can actually utter a sentence properly. You need to get better.”

With how harsh he sounds, any onlooker would’ve thought that this man despises you. Quite the opposite, actually. You can hear his voice soften, by a fraction.

“I swear, get better soon, otherwise I won’t hesitate to strike you down myself.”

When you reply with another cough, his eyes gleam, and a hand comes to stroke your head softly, allowing two of his fingers to twirl a strand of your hair. In a much more comforting tone (at least, for him), he places a bowl of soup on your lap, making sure none of it spills onto your skin.

“Now, eat this before I make you.”

You reply with a teasing lilt.

“Okay, ‘Wanderer’, I guess if I want to get better.”

It’s almost comical how you can see his jaw tense up at the use of his current alias, spare fist clenching at his side. He tsks.

“You know, I’ve told you again and again, you don’t have to call me that. Call me whatever you want.”

His voice goes down an octave, and it’s fairly obvious how he’s sporting a subtle pink blush on his otherwise pale cheeks. You decide not to comment on it.

The hand stroking your hair pauses, and comes down to the spoon currently sitting in the bowl of soup he had personally made for you. You know this.

What you don’t know is that it took him an hour to find the perfect recipe, the one that you said reminded you of home. You don’t know how it had taken him an hour to actually make it, displeased with each attempt, deeming each one ‘too mediocre’ for your tastebuds. He had finally settled on the one currently sitting on your lap, but not without his own touch. A tiny, minuscule heart (made out of some leftover cream) settled slightly on the left, which- and he’s not proud of this- made his own race a bit faster. He’s not really sure why he added it, but he’s sure that it’d make you feel better. Oh well, he reasons, he doesn’t mind getting a bit romantic, as long as you’re happy.

Scaramouche may not want to admit it to himself, but there’s a tingly feeling in his chest, one that stings whenever he sees your stuffy nose and clammy hands. It’s that same tingly feeling he’s now experiencing, when he’s demanding you to eat your soup. It’s that same tingly feeling when he sees the little cream heart decorating the bland food. Scaramouche may not want to admit that what he feels is love.

“Open up.”

You look at him- shocked. He stares back- deadpan.

“Did I stutter?”

With a very flustered expression on your face, you take the spoon from him. He continues staring at you, patiently waiting. In only a few minutes the soup is gone. Even though you’ve finished the entire thing, he still frowns. However, you’ve been with him long enough to know this frown is the one reserved only for you. His eyes are caressing, gentle, caring, even though his mouth is turned down. It’s not turned down that much, either. It’s bordering on one of his quiet smiles when he thinks you aren’t looking.

Scaramouche sighs. He still hasn’t noticed how fond he sounds. He still hasn’t noticed how much adoration he carries for you.

“Do you need anything else?”

You shake your head, smiling up at him. He has to resist smiling back. There it is again, that tingling in his chest. How peculiar, it’s warm, so unfamiliar, yet so familial. He doesn’t think he wants it to go away.

He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. He lets it linger for a few seconds. Then, turning away, Scaramouche gets up to head out and clean the now-empty bowl, and spoon. Your voice stops him just as he gets to the door, making his head turn immediately, eyes full of concern.

“Love you, ‘Wanderer’.”

His grip on the bowl tightens, and his breath hitches.

“... Idiot.”

a/n: decided to try out a new layout for speech! undecided on whether or not i'll use it in the future? likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated ❣️

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche fluff #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #honestly i’m really confused on how to write his name now #wanderer just feels clunky??? #honestly these harbingers and their names 🙄 #jk scara or wanderer ily anyway #cecilxa winter special!

[theyanderespecialist]

Protective Doctor (Headcanons) Protective SCP 49 X Injured Junior Researcher

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a new chapter and this is Tumblr. I hope you all enjoy!]

-Headcanons With Protective SCP 049 X Gender Neutral Injured Researcher-

.He was very protective of you, always making sure you were eating and drinking enough water.

.He is the type to give information as long as he can be your doctor.

.He would make it so he would take care of you.

.He cares for you and is very soft with you.

.He finds a way to make it so that he can touch you.

.And when he can he will be giving you an exam every single time he sees you.

.He has to make sure you are okay.

.He is a bit of a worry wart.

.When you do become injured oh no you are done for.

.Let's say it is a broken limb.

.He breaks the limb to be back in place.

.All the while he is trying to soothe you.

.He knows it hurts but he is doing what is best for you.

.Well that is at least what he thinks.

.He then bandages it and adds a splint of leather and straps. He is proud of his work.

.Of course, he will not let anyone else come near you.

.Threatening to kill them if they come near you.

.He is determined to nurse you back to health.

. Old-time medicines and homemade soups.

.He is very strict on what you are allowed to eat or drink at this point.

.He has had unruly patients before.

.If you get to be a little too pink he will use leeches to bleed you.

.He knows you are just being fuzzy, though he does drug you if you move too much.

.He does not want you to hurt yourself.

.He takes the best care of you and knows you will love him for it.

.He is after all your doctor, he takes good care of you.

.How could you not love him.

.He will confess to you only when you are better if you turn him down?

.Well he can always break another limb, maybe this time a leg, so then you cannot run from him?

.Then you would be dependent on him to take care of you and will learn to love him.

.If you do try to run from his love?

.Well he might just have to amputate that broken limb.

.Do not worry he will make sure you live. After all, he cannot lose his little bunny.

.Your life will go from junior research assistant to prisoner if you do not play your cards right.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all My Muffins!]

#yandere #yandere scp 049 #yandere scp #yandere scp foundation #yandere headcanons #headcanons #SCP Foundation #scp #scp 049 #protective scp 049 #scp 049 x reader #reader #junior researcher reader #gender neutral reader

[daevastanner]

Feyre going to visit Elucien in the Day Court years and years from now and…

They reside in a large, but somehow very homey manor. When Feyre winnows to the entrance, she’s immediately overcome by the warm, buttery sunlight and the large sprawling garden that seems to wrap around the entire house. Various windows are open, ferns and ivy and all manner of potted greenery tumble out of them as though the home they’ve made for themselves can hardly contain Elain’s green thumb.

It’s Elain who answers the door and ushers Feyre in, and it never fails to surprise her just how much the Day Court suits her sister. Her blush pink gown is made of light, elegant fabric and cinched at her waist by a gold belt. None of the fuss of the gowns that hindered her gardening with all of the beauty of the dresses that had made her the belle of every ball.

Elain says she’s set up tea in the back garden. Lucien is at the local market with their children and will join them soon. While they sip tea among the daffodils and the daisies Elain proudly tells her sister which flowers each of her children have planted, and how poor Sorrell kills most everything he touches.

About an hour later Feyre and Elain can hear the front door open and then the excited voices of Elucien’s brood as their father leads them inside.

“My hands are sticky!”

“A tragedy for the ages, my darling. Lily, you can help Poppy wash them, can’t you? That’s my favorite eldest daughter.”

“I’m your only eldest daughter. Come along, Lily.”

“I’m still hungry, papa!”

“Of course you are, Aster, I’d expect nothing less. I bet your mother has some snacks out in the garden. Aunt Feyre should be there.”

“Papa, can you make me some soup?”

“Papa said he’d help me with the bow today!”

“Jasmine, I’ll make you soup — I know, not too hot. Sorrell, we can still do the bow but I need to get Basil into bed before Im soaked in drool.”

Feyre’s brows are high as she listens to Lucien patiently and diplomatically address each need from within the house. He may be Helion’s heir, a charming courtier and a talented emissary, but he is a natural father. Elain just sips her tea with a small smile, like the sound of Lucien interacting with their children is her favorite melody. Little Aster, who looks every bit his father, comes running out into the garden on skinny legs and tackles his Aunt Feyre with a hug before diving into the cucumber sandwiches.

One by one, everyone but baby Basil comes and visits Feyre. Sorrell and Jasmine depart to go “explore” the woods. Poppy and Lily excuse themselves to make flowers crowns. Aster has some carrots he swears are ready to pick.

Finally, Lucien joins them, and Feyre thinks to herself how much domesticity suits Lucien. The Autumn and Spring Court Attire seemed to stifle him and while the Day Court attire his father wears isn’t exactly his style either, he’s somehow found a balance that suits him. A comfortable white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and sage colored trousers tucked into riding boots, his fiery hair down but tied back at the sides. He looks dashing decked out in finery, but when Elain rises to kiss him and Feyre sees them together, she can’t imagine him in any other fashion but this. After centuries of clawing his way through darkness, he is in full bloom. Casual and stylish but practical and comfortable.

Feyre stands to embrace him, and she finds it’s hard to recall the time that there had been a wedge between them. The time they were both healing and seeing one another had only reminded them of their shared trauma. Now he plants a kiss on the top of her head and when he sits and joins them for tea, he asks all about Nyx and Andromeda.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a similar fashion with the three adults enjoying the never emptying tea pot, but every twenty minutes one of Elucien’s brood will approach the table. Each time, Lucien drops everything and leans forward to meet them at eye level. He answers every question, listens to every story. Before they resume their activities they always go to Elain for a kiss.

“You’ve both been fortunate to have been blessed with so many children,” Feyre smiles over her tea cup. “Any plans for a seventh?”

Elain sets down her tea cup and saucer with a clatter, her lips in a faint but exhausted smile as she gives her mate a knowing look. Feyre turns her attention to Lucien who grins at Elain from across the table.

“She’s cut me off,” Lucien says, russet eye glinting with amusement. “Give me a few centuries. I bet she’ll go for number seven.”

“You and your father wish,” snorts Elain.

Feyre almost balks at her sister’s flat tone, Lucien has brought out such fire in her.

“I can be very persuasive, lady…”

Elain rolls her eyes. “Oh please.”

Lucien opens his mouth to retort again, but then his metal eye whirs and his lips turn up in a wry smile. “He’s up.”

Feyre realizes that he means Basil. His metal eye somehow imparted this to him. Elain moves to stand, but Lucien is on his feet sooner, motioning for her to remain seated.

“No, enjoy your time with Feyre, lady,” he says, leaning over the table kissing the crown of her head. “I’ll see to him.”

“You’ve tended to them all day,” Elain frowns.

But Lucien is already walking backwards towards the house, rolling his sleeves up a little higher. “And I expect a substantial reward for such acts of heroism tonight.”

Feyre blinks and bites back a smile at Elain’s flushed face. Lucien disappears into the manor.

“To think,” Feyre says, unable to keep the smugness out of her tone, “there was a time I had to elbow you to get you to invite him over.”

Elain laughs softly. “I always knew it would be him. I didn’t need you to elbow me. I was just… taking my time.” She gestures to the garden, the manor. “I saw the eternity he would give me, but I wanted to wait. I wasn’t ready for all of this. For them.”

Feyre knows by ‘them’ she means their family. She doesn’t blame Elain for waiting. Her life here in the Day Court was quite an alteration to when she’d first been Made, quite the commitment. One she now loves.

“To have such certainty must’ve been a blessing and a curse,” Feyre murmurs. “But you always knew?”

Elain looks up at the second story window belonging to the nursery. “Of course. I could hear his heart.”

#Elucien week #Elucien #Lucien Vanserra #Elain archeron #Elucien fic #Elucien family #Lucien Vanserra dad #Elain archeron mom #Elucien parents #feyre Archeron

[candied-peach]

ao3: “but there are days when i’m not okay” rating: T warnings: analogical, food, virgil has ocd genre: hurt/comfort description: Virgil stares down at his dinner. He can eat it. Any second now. No, really.

It starts with crab stew.

Virgil stares down at it, his thoughts swirling. What if you're allergic? His mind insists, harsh and shrill with panic. You'll die if you eat it! You'll die! His fingers lift, scratching idly at the front of his throat, as if he can already feel the hives forming. His phone lies open to one side, the tab currently in front all about allergic reactions. He has scanned it three times. Three feels like a good number. A safe number.

He swallows. His throat tightens. The panic still looms as he dips his spoon into it, pulling up a small bite. Tears glitter in his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall. This is so stupid. A pointless argument. He's fine. He's not allergic. He's never been allergic to seafood.

But what if it's started now? His mind persists. You can develop allergies at any time. You could be allergic right now and not know it until it's too late.

Virgil shoves the bite into his mouth before he can think too much about it, chewing and swallowing as fast as he can. His throat is tight and painful, but it's from anxiety, not anaphylaxis. He is nearly positive.

He scans the allergic information again. And again. And again. The symptoms, particularly surrounding anaphylaxis, march across the insides of his eyelids. Nausea. A swollen tongue. A swollen throat. Hives. You can get stress hives. He checks his skin obsessively, even as he prepares another bite.

"I can do this," Virgil mumbles, just as Logan steps into the kitchen. Virgil flushes scarlet, spoon still held in one shaking hand. Logan glances at the table, sees his phone there, and the nearly full bowl. He smiles sympathetically.

"Would you rather I leave?" Logan asks. Virgil hesitates, considering. His boyfriend stands there, soft and considerate. "Whatever you need, love," Logan adds softly.

"Stay," Virgil requests, his voice a little hoarse. Logan sits next to him, on the other side from his phone. They tangle their feet together. Virgil psychs himself back up, taking another small bite. His throat tightens, but he ignores it. Logan is here. If he genuinely begins to develop allergic symptoms, Logan will notice. He will help.

Virgil just has to concentrate on the soup. He takes a deep breath, noting, despite his mind, that he can.

Check again, his mind insists. He does. Logan sits there, patient. He does not protest when Virgil finally looks up from his phone, cheeks faintly flushed. He takes another bite.

The clock ticks away in the background, time slipping away, sticky and slow. He can't finish.

But the bowl is half empty.

And Virgil's skin is free from a rash. The only marks are a few pink streaks from his nails, an unconscious bit of battle.

His throat is tight, but he can breathe.

"I'm so proud of you," Logan murmurs, and Virgil cries as his boyfriend enfolds him in a hug, cradling him to Logan's chest and gently rocking him the way he likes.

It'll get easier. It just takes time.

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #analogical #romantic analogical #virgil sanders #logan sanders #virgil #logan #sanders sides fic #📚 #peach writes #it's been kicking my ass recently so :/ #have a fic about it?

[hellcatinnc]

Day 17 Masaomi Asahina - Brothers Conflict

Its funny because I always thought he was a sweetheart in the show but you really never get to see a softer side of him. Thanks to my friend @misschimotosuwa-blog for sharing with me his route in brothers conflict passion pink. He has more talents than I thought so let me share with you what I know makes this man a good husbando. Miss Chi let me know if I miss anything please.

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He Is Good With Kids

Kids are everything to him well besides you. Your his number one priority but he loves kids and gets to work with them every day. This makes him the best daddy material ever. He even takes care of his little brother as he does all his kid patients. You will never have any issues with leaving him around kids. He has candy in his pockets and stuffed animals in his office at work anything to make kids more relaxed when coming to see him.

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He Is A Doctor/Will Take Care Of You

Even though he is a pediatrician he still is a doctor. If ya'll have kids he will be able to take care of them perfectly. As for you just because he works with kids doesn't mean he doesn't know how to take care of your heart. He will be there to make you soup when your sick, write you prescriptions when you need them, hold you close when your running a fever and just stay beside you until your better.

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He Loves To Show You Affection

He loves to show you love every way he knows as well as with hugs and kisses. He also loves to pull you close when you watch movies together or kiss you on the forehead to let you know he cares. Anyway from holding your hand to kissing your lips he will do his best to show you the affection he feels you deserve. There is no second guessing how he feels and how much he loves you he shows you every time he shows you affection and shows you his heart too. Just know he might not be one who shows this affection out in public more than a hand hold but he shows you once your home and he in comfy around just you.

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There When You Need Him

He is that comforting shoulder when you need it. When you need hugs or him to wipe away your tears you can always remember to come to him. He will never intentionally hurt you or leave you lonely. He is loyal and trustworthy and has the best intentions for you in his mind. That means if you need to be held until 4am and just talk even if he loses sleep he will be there when you need him, he needs you more than you will ever know as well.

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He Wants A Future With You

He isn't in a relationship with you for no good reason he wants a future with you marriage of course, check, but also wants children with you the white picked fence in the suburbs with a small family practice and you by his side. He is a much simpler man but he is happy with the predictability that a simple life with you could give him. He has already planned out baby names with you ready to be the best father he can be.

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He Loves To Shower Your With Gifts

He loves to shower you in gifts any chance he gets. Most things are bunny related but thats because not only does he love bunnies but you are his little bunny and he has bunny pet names that he calls you as well. He never forgets holidays, birthdays, valentine's day, or anniversary. He is well adjusted to making sure his partner is pampered and happy any way he can. He also doesn't always give items he will take care of her other ways too like doing things she needs or making a bubble bath for her, maybe cook in the kitchen her favorite meal.

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He Will Always Be One Call Away

He will always be there one step away from you. When you call and need him he is there, and he will help pick you up when you have fallen down. He is the guy who is your best friend, lover, soulmate, and partner you will never worry as long as you have him there for you.

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One Sexy Doctor

Like seriously he should not look so damn hot with a bunny and candy but you know yourself when he teases you like this there is no way you can look away. He may be sweet and kind and compassionate most times but when he does want you he has no problem teasing you to set the mood. Although he is gentle even when he touches you he knows all the right spots to hit your buttons.... After all "The Doctors In" you can play doctor with him any day. Because he is a older man he already knows what a woman needs and he loves showing you.

#anime #otome #shoujo #gaming #shoujo anime #husbando challenge #husbando #brothers conflict #masaomi asahina

[prettypinkpuddles]

Romantic Lover

i feel terrible for not posting, so here you go

completely in love with ayato ⭐️

“no, no everything has to be perfect- hey!” you turned to face a servant fixing a vase with some pink sakura in it. “it has to be 45 degrees, that’s a 47 degree angle…”

you gave her an endearing smile, knowing how annoying and knit-picky you sounded. you turned back to Thoma, watching his motions with intent as he placed down a few things… some plates, a set of silverware, wine glasses, a basket of foods.

“tilt it by 14 degrees..” you blurted out to him, apologizing with a sigh.

thoma chuckled at your frantic state, taking your hands with gentleness. “you gotta calm down. you don’t want him to see you all frazzled and nervous right?”

you shook your head, saying how everything just had to be perfect.

“so then calm down, my lady. everything you in my lord’s eyes is perceived as perfection personified.” thoma rubbed your knuckles back and forth in an attempt to soothe your jittery frame. “trust me, Y/N.”

you sighed, decompressing in thoma’s arms, “do i seem like a control freak, tho-mo?”

he smiled, rubbing the small of your back and your shoulder as he comforted you. “no, you’re not. just very detailed.”

“am i annoying?”

“no, Y/N. you’re not.”

you kept asking him little questions, each one chipping away at stress you molded onto your shoulders. you smiled and fixed yourself, giving yourself a more calm and relaxed composure.

“better?”

you nodded at Thoma, “lots…”

“good, now go get ready. you’re still in your pajamas.”

you patiently waited for your lover to arrive, tapping your chopsticks against the table. you looked around at the assortment of foods, imagining it freeze up into a ball of ice. you thought of how long you’d be there, looking down at your tapping hand you saw all the fine lines you had. you stared at them intently, watching them deepen and become wrinkles.

you looked up, seeing Ayato staring in awe at all the food before him. you perked up, slamming yourself back into reality… and the chopstick on the table. they cracked with a loud snap, the broken pieces flying in the air.

“you made all this?”

you closed your eyes, preparing for it to land in the wasabi or his favorite food or maybe the miso soup or worse… the tempura. you were thinking of all the noises that would indicate it’s landing but none of them happened aloud. you looked around to try and find the broken wood, but instead of finding it in the food, you found it in your boyfriend’s fingers.

he put them on the table as he took his seat, giving you a soft smile. you realized how stiff you were, his smile of composure and confidence relaxing your body.

“i’m sorry if you were waiting long, i didn’t think the meeting would take so long.” he explained, “but i’m so grateful for the food, Y/N-sweetness. i really needed it after such a constricted day.”

you grinned, speaking in a saccharine sweet tone of how it was no trouble at all.

here’s some more content of me! ⭐️

#genshin #genshin impact #ayato #ayato x reader #ayato kamisato #genshin ayato #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

[hermits-that-craft]

Searching For Your Soul (And Finding What’s Mine)

One.

Ao3 Link in Reblogs.

Pearl stands still, watching the space where Martyn disappeared into. She’s waiting - for him or for Scott, she doesn’t know - and she’s patient. This isn’t her fault. She didn’t want to go to the nether, she was following Martyn. Scott can be mad at her, that’s fine. This whole situation is fine, actually. Martyn will come back soon, he was only joking. She’ll wait for him to come back. Tilly’s still with her, she’s not alone after all. And Martyn will come back soon, anyways. She just needs to wait for him. He just needs some time to cool off, and that's fine! She wasn’t the only one whose soulmate cut her off. It’s fine.

The sun begins to set over the horizon, setting the forest alight in warm oranges and golds. The clouds turn pink in the sky above her, and the first stars begin to shine. Some birds fly to their nests, and crickets begin to chirp around her. The forest is on fire, and Pearl waits for Martyn.

Tilly wines besides Pearl, pressing her cold nose into Pearl’s hand. She should move. There is an ache that has settled around her bones, a tiredness that wraps itself through her lungs. She should move. Numbness fills her mind, her head stuffed with gauze and her mouth filled with cotton. She should move.

The forest is dyed a deep indigo as the dead begin to rise again. Tilly stands, her hackles raised, as zombies groan nearby, their eternal torment just beginning. Wouldn’t it be ironic, to die at spawn and still be alone? Scott said he has a house, so surely he’s set his spawn. Pearl’s arms wrap around her torso as an arrow flies by her head, barely missing her. Tilly runs towards the skeleton, and it dissolves into the ether. How she would like to join it, to not be tethered to the stranger she remembers.

She should move.

She can feel her hunger being satiated, as Scott eats. Possibly, likely, certainly with Cleo. There’s a numbness in her heart as she imagines them together, talking. Enjoying themselves. Did they forget Last Life? Did they forget her, let their bitterness over her failures consume them? Do they find it easy to ignore how their souls ache, or is that something only she experiences? Did Cleo forgive Martyn, is that why he hasn’t returned to her?

She should move.

Pearl takes a deep breath in, and stares at the sky. The movement is lethargic, unwilling and slow. She should move, find a place to hide for the night. If she dies tonight, Scott will never forgive her. She won't even see him. She needs to find safety, somewhere close by to save herself for another day. If not for herself, then for Tilly.

She should move.

“Pearl!” Impulse’s shout should startle her, should make her jump. Instead, it just makes her weary. The tiredness that has infected her bones has settled in for the night, and the numbness that has spread its course through her veins refuses to make room for fear. “Are you alright, you look tired.”

If only she could be tired. She is rooted into the dirt, a statue of regret and longing. She can barely turn her head to look at Impulse, who stands in front of her, a torch in hand. The fire reflects in his eyes, bright green and concerned, as he looks her over. Tilly nudges Pearl towards him, and when she doesn’t move, nudges Impulse towards her. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. She can’t, she can’t say it, can’t admit it, not aloud. Not to him, happily married to his soulmate. He’d sympathise, or maybe pity, but he wouldn’t understand. “You don’t have to. You look rough, why don’t you come back to mine, Bdubs is making some soup?”

Universe, she longed for that to stir something in her chest. Anger, happiness, sadness, fear, longing, jealousy. She’d take any of those over the melancholic numbness that has made its home within her soul. She nods, slightly, painfully slow, and Impulse sighs, relief flooding his features. 

She lets him take her hand, leading her away from spawn. She shouldn’t let him. She should wait for Martyn, for Scott or Cleo or all three of them to show back up, an apology or a ‘we got you’ falling off their lips. She should wait for them. Impulse leads them down the mountain, uncaring of Martyn or Scott or Cleo. He leads her into the forest, and across the field to his house. Bdubs stands by the furnace as Impulse lets them both in, humming to himself. Didn’t it take longer than that to reach Impulse and Bdubs’ house?

“Take your shoes off when you come inside, Impulse.” Bdubs says without looking up. “You’ll bring dirt in.”

“We have a guest.” Impulse says quietly, and Bdubs looks up.

“Pearl!” He shouts, a smile crossing his face. “It’s been too long, we’re having mushroom soup for dinner, come sit!”

Pearl takes off her shoes, leaving them besides the door. Impulse does the same, with a little eye roll and mouthing ‘get a load of this guy’ to Pearl as he does so. Pearl smiles, a fake and empty thing, and sits at the table. Impulse and Bdubs sit next to each other, and a bowl appears in front of Pearl. The soup steams in front of her, and though Scott has eaten, her stomach growls. It smells good, much better than the cold pork that she’s been eating.

“Dig in.” Impulse says, and Pearl does without much vigor. She’ll leave in the morning, go back to spawn and wait for Martyn and Scott and Cleo once more, and who knows when she’ll have something this warm, this nice again.

“This uses the mushrooms that you and Martyn gave us, by the way.” Bdubs says in between bites. “Thank you for them, by the way. Where is Martyn, I don’t think I’ve seen you two separated before.”

“He left me.” Her voice is quiet. Not fearful, not accepting. “Cleo and Scott broke up with us, he just needs some time to cool off. He’ll be back.”

“I’m sorry?” Impulse says, his voice quiet. “Cleo and Scott broke up with you both?”

“Cleo and Scott are angry with us for going to the nether and don’t want us around.” Pearl mumbles, mixing her soup with her spoon. “Martyn said it was my fault and left to cool off. He didn’t mean it. He’ll be back.”

Impulsed and Bdubs exchange a look, one that Pearl only glimpses in the reflection from her soup. She can’t quite describe it, their distorted faces going through rage, through acceptance. A fire smoulders in Impulse’s eyes as one is smothered in Bdubs’. Cold rage is apparent in Bdubs’ face, and a burning acceptance consumes Impulse’s. Fire and Ice. Opposites attract, but the similarity in their feelings repel. 

She shouldn’t have said anything.

“I’m going for a walk.” Bdubs says, standing up. “I’ll be back in 15 minutes. I’m just going to the edge of the forest.”

“Take some armour with you, and a shield.” Impulse says, his voice shaking as he forces it under control. Pearl looks up, watching as Bdubs takes a shield off the wall and walks out into the night.

She just can’t stop, can she? She shouldn’t have said anything.

“You should spend the night.” Impulse says, standing up from the table. “I’ll set up a little room for you, and your dog - Tilly, right?”

“Yeah.” Pearl says, looking down at the dog in question, who’s head was resting on Pearl’s lap. “Martyn named her here.”

“Good times.” Impulse says, his mouth pressed into a thin line. “Finish your soup, I’ll be right back.”

Pearl isn’t hungry. Pearl isn’t much of anything, anymore. Tilly wines, pushing her face against Pearl’s stomach, her eyes big and shiny. She sighs, eating a spoonful of soup. It’s lukewarm now - if she wants to finish it while it’s still good she’ll have to be quick. Tilly perks up, at least, her tail thumping harder against the ground as Pearl finishes her soup. Tilly follows Pearl as she rinses the bowl out, leaving it in the sink.

“Pearl?” Impulse sticks his head out from behind a wall she hadn’t noticed before. He looks calmer now, though there’s something in his eyes she can’t quite place. “The room is set up. Let me know if you need anything, alright?”

“Thanks.” Pearl mumbles, following Impulse into the room. It’s a nice room, rather simple. A bed under the window, an empty bookshelf next to it and a double chest in the opposite corner. Simple.

Homely.

Pearl sits on the bed, running her hands against the dark blue covers of the bed. They’re soft, warm and thick under her hands. Impulse stands awkwardly in the doorway, unsure as she sits, listless, on the bed. He wrings his hands, once, twice, thrice, nervously waiting for her judgement. Nervously waiting for feedback, and she waits for the axe to fall onto her neck.

“Thank you.” She says, her voice lifeless. “It’s very nice.”

She does mean it. The moonlight filters through the window pane, as though Impulse knew that she likes to stare at the stars and the moon. She does mean it, as Tilly jumps onto the chest, curling up to sleep. She does mean it. She does, she means it. The room is nice. The bed is soft. The room is lit enough to deter mobs and nightmares, but dark enough to whisk her away into sleeps warm embrace. Exhaustion creeps, lingering in her bones. She does mean it.

And Impulse can tell.

“Get some sleep.” He says, turning away. “Decide what to do tomorrow when the sun rises, okay?”

And he shuts the door. Pearl sits on the bed, listening to the universe. She watches the world pass by, as Bdubs returns to Impulse, rotten blood dripping off of his sword. She watches as mobs wander the far off forest. Footsteps echo through the house as the pair return inside. Murmurs flitter under the doorframe, and shadows dance together as Bdubs and Impulse talk in the fire light.

And curiosity kills her. In every scenario, curiosity kills. So Pearl takes off her jumper, and folds it neatly. Tilly huffs, snoring ever so slightly, and Pearl sighs. She stands, carefully creeping to the chest. She nudges Tilly awake, letting the dog slowly get off the chest. Pearl deposits her items into the chest, and leaves her jumper folded on top of the chest.

“Come on, get on the bed with me.” Pearl says to Tilly, as she tucks herself into bed. “Up you get.”

And Tilly jumps onto the bed, curling up at the end. Pearl stares out the window, watching the moon gently float overhead, as the exhaustion that has become who she is forces her eyes closed. She lets herself float away, falling into Sleep’s arms like an old lover.

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【Ateez/Hojoong】 His Tree

Jongho & Hongjoong

*Original Chinese text is below the English version :). The full text is translated from the Chinese.

The story about the king and the seed in this fic is an oriental folktale: a king wanted to choose an heir among the children of the whole country, so he gave seeds to all the children and told everyone that whoever could grow the most beautiful flowers would be the heir . A boy found that his seeds did not germinate even though he cultivated them carefully. On the appointed day, all the children brought all kinds of beautiful flowers, and only the boy told the king the truth. In the end the king chose the boy because all the seeds were fried and could not germinate.

"But Jongho didn't know what he is in Hongjoong's heart."

-

Everyone has different habits when entering the house.

Someone are full of energy, such as Wooyoung and Yunho, when they return to the dormitory, they will habitually shout: I am back! No one knows if they really have no worries, or if they have digested the negative emotions alone outside the door. Or like Seonghwa and Yeosang, who will greet people who sitting on the sofa. San and Mingi are the type who tell their experiences as soon as they open the door.

Some people are introverted, they will silently walk into the room and close the door and lay down on the bed, such as Jongho.

Of course, there are also someone who always sleep on company. If need to give an example, probably everyone in KQ entertainment will say Hongjoong’s name.

"Jongho." Yunho suddenly opened the door, put his hands on the door frame, and half his body in, "We are going to the convenience store to buy some snacks, would you like together with me?"

At the end of summer, Jongho still entered the early autumn mode earlier than other members. Yunho is still in short-sleeved shorts, but Jongho has already changed into thin long-sleeved pajamas, with short messy hair, and his eyes behind the glasses look a little hazy.

"I just woke up." He said hoarsely to Yunho, the pronunciation sounded vague. Almost at the same time as he spoke, Yunho froze for a moment, his face was suddenly worried, then he hesitated for a moment, asked Jongho: "Is your throat okay?"

"Ahem..." Jongho cleared his throat and sounded better, he gave Yunho a comforting smile, "I'm fine, I just slept too much. Could you bring me a bottle of oolong tea later?"

"Sure." Yunho said, "Are you hungry?"

"Not yet."

"Just call us if you're hungry and we'd bring you some food." Yunho exited but pushed the door open again, and said excitedly to Jongho, "Hey, I just remembered, there is beef soup rice left by Hongjoong hyung in the refrigerator."

Jongho surprised: "Hongjoong hyung is back?"

"Oh my god...you have a broken voice." Yunho couldn't help laughing, "Hongjoong hyung didn't come back. He was supposed to come back yesterday, even he ordered food to home, but he suddenly had a new inspiration at the entrance of the company.”

"Ah, what kind of inspiration can come from the entrance of the company!" Wooyoung, who was already well dressed, also came over to complain, "Aside from convenience stores and restaurants, what else is there around our company."

Yunho was shocked by him: "Why do you wear pink sunglasses at night? It's too exaggerated."

"He's going to become the second Kim Hongjoong!" Mingi said leisurely in the living room, "Hey Wooyoung, Hongjoong hyung dressed up to go to company, but you are just go to the convenience store."

"Why am I the second Kim Hongjoong?" Wooyoung turned his head and refuted him from a distance, and then patted Yunho on the shoulder to make him go quickly. He said if they keep chatting here, Yeosang would starve to death, he keeps complaining.

"Jongho, just heat up that meal if you're hungry. Hongjoong hyung said we can eat that." After Yunho finished speaking, he gestured for the phone, and waited patiently for Jongho to nod his head slowly, and then ran away. Yeosang muttered faintly from the living room, as if he was complaining about Mingi, and then Mingi yelled aggrievedly. In the end Yunho tried to break the fight and Wooyoung urged them impatiently, with San laughing.

The sound of kicking and changing shoes came from the entrance, and the messy laughter was suddenly blocked by closing the door. The whole room is like a ship, submerged into the deepest part of the ocean in an instant.

Jongho pressed his face against the pillow and lay still for a while. He looked at the bear digital alarm clock on the desk, which was brought back from Japan by Hongjoong as a gift for his 20th birthday.

There is no second on the clock, so Jongho can never guess when the time on it will change. The beating of the numbers is like a surprise given to him by Hongjoong. It is small and sudden, which will make him a little panicked.

"It's already 11 o'clock." Jongho wrapped himself in the quilt, thinking silently, "I'm going to lose sleep again at night."

Teenagers at this age, as Wooyoung said, need their own personal space. Therefore, it is really rare to have the occasional opportunity to occupy the entire dormitory like now. The silence at home should have calmed the mind, but Jongho felt that the silence was like a dark and cold iron cage in the mist. His heart was like a crow longing for freedom, constantly crashing into the black cage and making violent noises. Some kind of emotion was so intense that it made him ache all over.

In such pain and collision, he fell asleep again in a daze.

It might because 99line talk about Hongjoong, Jongho dreamed about Hongjoong, it was in last year, Hongjoong was being quarantined a few days before the Real NOW recording.

Hongjoong always sleep at the company, even when he was quarantined, the producers in their company knew about it before all the Ateez members, then they notified Seonghwa, finally notified other members. At that time, Seonghwa was out of the company, and Jongho was in the car with him when his phone rang. While Jongho was drowsy, he heard Seonghwa nervously asking: "How is Hongjoong now?" He staring at Seonghwa's serious face.

Seonghwa caught his gaze very sensitively, turned his head and waved to him lightly, which means don't be nervous.

"Umm...our members? I'm not at home right now, Jongho stays with me."

"Okay, so we won't go to the company today." Seonghwa held up the phone, seeing Jongho's tense face, and showing him a comforting smile, shook his head, "It's fine if he's not seriously ill -- has he just arrived at the hotel now?"

"Okay, I'll give him a call later -- okie you too."

Seonghwa hung up the phone, he was about to speak when Jongho interrupted: "Has Hongjoong hyung been quarantined?"

"Yes, he should be at the hotel now." Seonghwa nodded and opened the call log, dialed Hongjoong, "Don't be nervous, it's okay. Let me make a call."

Just as Jongho put his hand into his pocket, the palm of his hand holding the phone was already sweating. He felt a dull pain in every finger. He remembered that Mingi had told him that when he looked down from a high place, he would have this reaction. But Jongho is too brave and not afraid of too many things, he seems to have never experienced this kind of reaction.

"Hongjoong?"

Seonghwa quickly called Hongjoong, his voice was low, like a cloud drifting outside the window.

"What's your temperature now?"

"Hey...don't worry about your work, just take a good rest, okay? Have you had lunch yet?"

"Take care of yourself, and call me or our manager if you feel so ill."

Hongjoong seemed to said something on the phone, Seonghwa sighed helplessly, subconsciously glanced at Jongho, and quickly looked away. That's what Jongho often sees, Seonghwa's eyes when Hongjoong doesn't eat or drink all night. Angry, absurd, and helpless like treating a five-year-old child.

"...Do you think the members are really kids who haven't grown up? Trust them, hmm?"

"Jongho stays with me now." Seonghwa pointed to the phone, asked Jongho with his eyes if he want to talk with Hongjoong. Jongho thought for a second, felt that Hongjoong would only ask for trivial matters when he answered the phone, so he finally refused the call.

Seonghwa is always considerate. He didn't ask Jongho why he refused to answer Hongjoong's call, but said meaningfully after hanging up the phone: "Now you can rest assured." Then he stopped teasing Jongho.

Jongho couldn't hide his thoughts in front of Seonghwa, he just smiled a little embarrassedly.

Jongho has a somewhat restrained personality, and he is the worst person in Ateez who is not good at dealing with strangers except Yeosang. Even his personal schedule, which doesn't have too many parts, is much longer for him than team shows in his mind. When he returned home exhausted, the members gathered together and chatted. Everyone's expressions were not very good, but fortunately, it was not a serious atmosphere. It was almost Wooyoung, San and Yunho who were talking, and Seonghwa was sitting quietly typing on his mobile phone, as if he was talking to someone. When saw Jongho, they greeted immediately: "Hey maknae!"

As soon as Wooyoung uttered the word "hong", Seonghwa, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted him: "Jongho already knows."

Yunho seemed to notice that he was a little tired, and asked with concern: "Jongho, how was your recording today? You look so tired."

"Well, not bad." Jongho nodded, looked at the room full of members with different expressions, said, "I'm going to bed, you don't need to call me for dinner."

"Okey dokey, take a good rest our maknae~"

Jongho closed the bedroom door, and the noise in the living room was deliberately silenced by the members. The ceiling light was turned off, and only the computer screen on the desk was still on. It was the game that Yeosang had played halfway through. Jongho changed into pajamas and fell on the bed, rolled himself into the quilt like a silkworm chrysalis.

The light of the computer screen sprinkled dimly on his desk. The numbers on the digital clock seemed to jump. He remembered that the day before his 20th birthday, Hongjoong, who came back from work, mysteriously opened the bedroom door, leaned against the door and smiled at him, wondering what he was laughing at, asked Jongho who was playing games on the bed: "Hey Jongho, have you notice any changes in your room?"

Jongho paused the game and stared at him suspiciously through the glasses: "So the digital clock on my desk is a gift from you?"

Hongjoong responded with a smile: "Ah. Do you like it? I bought it during our Japanese schedule."

"Hyung, I'm already twenty years old." Jongho looked at him helplessly, but thanked him anyway, "But it's cute, is that bear me?"

"Yeah, don't you think it's exactly the same as you?" Hongjoong smiled with crooked eyes, his eyes were sly. Jongho looks at him and thinks the fans are right, the captain does look like a cat sometimes, although Hongjoong himself doesn't quite agree with that.

"Umm, yea I think so. Thank you Hyung."

"What..." Hongjoong pouted and muttered dissatisfiedly to Jongho, "Are you perfunctory to me?"

Jongho is always helpless about his willfulness, explaining dumbfoundingly: "No, I really like it."

"I just find it interesting," he looked at Hongjoong's eyes, found his face with an unnatural expression, and said, "Other brothers say I'm precocious, but hyung, you always seem to think that I'm a child... is it because everyone is a child in the captain's mind? Including Seonghwa hyung."

Hongjoong seemed relieved after hearing this, and habitually showed his helpless and doting expression. Jongho saw this expression on his face several times, towards Wooyoung, towards Mingi, but it was the first time he saw Hongjoong look at him with this look. Is it because I was older that he had this change in me? Jongho thought nonsensically.

Different from 99line, Jongho is precocious, introverted, stable, and exudes a reliable temperament from the inside to the outside. Occasionally, even Hongjoong and Seonghwa will subconsciously rely on him. Because of this, they didn't seem to treat him as a younger brother who needed to be taken care of.

He felt like an awkward contradiction, hoping that Hongjoong would treat him like a younger brother who needed to be worried about like Wooyoung and Mingi. On the one hand, he didn't want the relationship between Hongjoong and him, just the captain and the youngest in the team.

"No." Hongjoong thought for a while and replied, "I just... I don't think you need to be so precocious."

"And actually... Although we always say that Jongho is so stable, unlike others at your age, you will always be our maknae in this family."

Again such words. Jongho sighed inwardly, he thought maybe he didn't know what he really wanted to hear from Hongjoong. He would rather Hongjoong just say to him, happy birthday Jongho, I love you forever.

"I see..." finally he didn't say anything, just smiled at Hongjoong obediently, "Thank you hyung, I love you."

After hearing this sentence, Hongjoong closed the door and left with a smile on his face that he had succeeded.

...Should I give Hongjoong hyung a call? After reminiscing, Jongho thought in the dark. When he came back to his senses, his finger had already swiped away from the phone and landed on "ATEEZ Hongjoong hyung" in the address book.

When did "Should I call him or not" become a question to wrestle with? He wondered for a moment, and simply pressed Hongjoong's name, the screen immediately displayed the call interface, and then the call duration popped up quickly.

Before Jongho finished brewing, a hoarse voice came from the receiver: "Jongho... what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just finished the schedule." Jongho thought about it calmly, and said, "Today's recording went smoothly. The seniors said that they didn't expect me to be an idol, and they thought I was an OST singer."

It sounded very quiet on the phone, the environment in the hotel is indeed different from that at home. Hongjoong burst into low laughter because of covid: "Really?...Did you talk something about music?"

"Umm...I said that I actually haven't sung an OST. But if there is a chance, I hope they could give me some advice." Jongho said, "Is it okay for me to say that?"

"Well, you are actually articulate, don't worry." Hongjoong seemed to hold the phone away and coughed twice, with a heavy nasal voice, "I heard that the company is contacting some opportunities for you to sing OST, I don't know if there is any suitable one. If they meet a good one, they should discuss it with you."

"Really? I've never heard that before."

"Ah... because it's uncertain, so they only mentioned it to me. And I didn't tell you because I’m no sure what the results would be."

"Why you told me now?" Jongho laughed at his unconsciously coquettish tone.

"Now? umm...because Jongho is getting better and better, OST is not a problem for you. Ahem...!"

There was silence in the phone receiver for a while, Jongho listened quietly under the quilt, and faintly heard the sound of Hongjoong pouring water. With a thud, it was like a fish swimming nimbly. While Hongjoong was drinking water, his Adam's apple popped up in Jongho's mind. It often appeared in pictures taken by fans and was always discussed by the Atinys.

"Hyung, are you okay?"

Hongjoong laughed: "Hey boy... so you don't remember to care about me until now? When I received the call just now, I thought you must cared about me specially."

"But there are already many people who care about you, don't they?"

"It's outrageous... This is not a team task."

"I didn't mean that... sorry hyung."

"Fine. I still have a fever. But I've already taken the medicine." Hongjoong sniffed, "You also need to rest quickly. You've worked hard today, so don't worry about me."

"Sure. You too." Jongho and the little bear on the digital clock exchanged a glance. It turned out that it was almost 9 o'clock, and there was still the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding outside the door.

"Good night, Jongho."

"Good night."

The heat in the bed became a little higher. Jongho was still confused when he was about to sleep. Did Hongjoong really need him to ask for his care, or is he just playing petty temper, or just teasing him? He thought that the four seasons of Hongjoong are actually well filled by other people. There are flowers in spring, rain in summer, wind in autumn, and snow in winter.

But Jongho didn't know what he is in Hongjoong's heart. Hongjoong is sometimes like a teacher, always trying to test him. He thought that Hongjoong is the wise king in the story, but unfortunately, Jongho is not the honest child who can inherit the throne, he may just be the seed in the pot that is doomed to fail to bear fruit, no matter how carefully cultivated, the seed in the soil is indifferent.

His love with Hongjoong, like that seed, will not blossom.

At the first night of Real NOW’s recording, he was sleeping alone on a single bed in a hotel suite. In his dream, he felt someone slowly approaching him. He opened his eyes, and Hongjoong’s face with makeup appeared in front of him.

"How are you..." He asked vaguely with eyes wide open, as if he hadn't woken up yet. The warm breath fell on his face, like the moon god weaving a hazy tulle. At that moment, he couldn't distinguish dream from reality.

"How am I?" The person in the dream smiled softly, with a clear and bright voice. He suddenly woke up from the dream and quickly pulled himself back to the real world.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Jongho..."

"Hmm……?"

Jongho opened his eyes, the room was dark, and Yeosang's lit computer screen cast a thin layer of cold light on the dark night.

He vaguely felt a figure moving in front of him.

"Hyung...?"

"Are you awake now?"

It's Hongjoong. He still has the heat from the outside, and it looks like he just came back from the company. Like an intruder, he snapped on the lamp on his desk without Jongho's consent. Jongho fumbled from the bedside to grab his glasses and put them on, and saw Hongjoong looking at him worriedly.

"Yunho said your throat is uncomfortable, I bought you some throat lozenges."

"My throat...? I just slept too long.

"Don't lie to me, I knew it as soon as I heard you talk." Hongjoong looked at him with a serious expression on his face. He reached out and patted Jongho's back lightly, feeling the sweat on his back. He immediately touched Jongho's forehead with the back of his hand, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, you only have a low-grade fever. Get up and eat, I've already warmed up the food for you."

"...Am I still dreaming? Hyung."

"What?" Hongjoong pretended to be a little annoyed, "You are not allowed to question my cooking skills. I know how to use a microwave oven."

"Hyung, I hope you didn't overcook the rice, right?"

"...Do you want to die?"

"Haha...I see, I'll get up now."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes and went out first. Jongho sat on the bed for a while longer, until he heard the sound of Hongjoong taking the cutlery from the cupboard in the kitchen, and he had the real feeling that Hongjoong was finally home.

This kind of real feeling made him surrounded by an inexplicable sense of peace of mind, he thought to himself, in fact, he could also be the fried seed. It doesn't matter if it doesn't bloom, and it doesn't matter if it is buried in the soil forever, because there is a small tree accompanying that poor seed.

The tree will slowly grow taller, and eventually become a towering tree that no one can match, resisting the storm for the precocious seed.

"Jongho, did you fall asleep again?"

"No. Just give me a second."

-end-

他的树

“崔钟浩不知道他在金弘中心里是什么。”

每个人回家的习惯不同。

有元气满满的人，比如郑友荣和丁润浩，他们回宿舍的时候会习惯性地喊一声：我回来了！不知是真的没有烦恼，还是已经独自在门外消化掉了负面情绪。或如朴星化和姜吕尚，会和沙发上坐着的人很自然地打招呼。宋旼琦和崔伞则是那种一开门就开始叽哩咕噜讲述今日心路历程的类型。

有情绪内敛，会沉默地走进房间关门放好东西往床上一倒的人，例如崔钟浩。

当然也有不怎么回家的人，如果要举例的话，大概全公司都会说出金弘中的名字。

“钟浩啊，”丁润浩突然推开房门，手撑在门框上，半个身子探进来，“哥哥们要去便利店买点零食，一起去吗？”

在夏天的尾巴，崔钟浩依然比哥哥们提前进入初秋模式，丁润浩还在短袖短裤，他却已经换上了薄薄的长袖家居服，顶着乱糟糟的短发，镜片后的眼神看起来有些迷蒙。

“我刚睡醒。”他哑着嗓子对丁润浩说，咬字难得有些含糊，几乎是他开口的同时，丁润浩愣了一下，脸上表情顿时有些担忧，他迟疑了一下，问钟浩：“你嗓子没事吗？”

“咳咳……”钟浩清了清嗓子，听上去似乎稍好了些，他对润浩露出了一个安抚性的笑，“我没事，就是睡多了，哥帮我带瓶乌龙茶吧。”

“行。”丁润浩应了声，忽然想到什么，又问，“你饿不饿？”

“暂时不。”

“那我们走了，饿了给哥哥们打电话，给你带点吃的。”丁润浩说完就退出去，结果门关到一半又被他推开，兴冲冲地对崔钟浩说，“呀呀，我才想起来，冰箱里有弘中哥留的牛肉汤饭。”

崔钟浩一愣，问他：“弘中哥回来了？”

“哎哟……你这个破锣嗓子。”丁润浩听得忍不住笑，“弘中哥没回呢，他本来昨天要回来，外卖都提前点好了，结果说在公司门口突然灵感来了。”

“呀，公司门口能来什么灵感啊！”已经全副武装好的郑友荣也凑过来吐槽，“我们公司门口除了便利店和饭馆还有什么啊。”

丁润浩被他吓一跳：“你大晚上戴什么粉色墨镜啊？太夸张了吧。”

“他要成为第二个金弘中了！”宋旼琦在客厅悠悠道，“喂郑友荣，人家弘中哥打扮好歹是去公司，你只是去便利店而已啊。”

“我哪里第二个金弘中了？”郑友荣扭过头远远地反驳他，又拍拍丁润浩肩膀说快走了，再不走姜吕尚要饿死了，他一直在那里叽歪。

“钟浩啊，那你饿了就去把那个饭热一下，弘中哥说任我们处置。”丁润浩说完比了个电话的手势，颇有耐心地等崔钟浩慢吞吞点了个头，然后一溜烟跑没影了，客厅隐隐约约传来姜吕尚嘟嘟囔囔的声音，似乎在抱怨宋旼琦，接着宋旼琦委屈地嚷嚷起来，最后又以丁润浩劝架和郑友荣不耐烦地催促结束，期间夹杂着崔伞的笑声。

踢踢踏踏的换鞋声从玄关传来，乱七八糟的笑闹突然被关门声阻断了，整间屋子好似一艘船，顷刻之间没入海洋最深处。

崔钟浩把脸埋在枕头里，静静地躺了一会儿，他抬眼看向书桌上的小熊电子钟，那是金弘中从日本带回来的，赠他作二十岁生日礼物。

时钟上没有秒表，因而钟浩总是猜不透上面时间何时变化，数字的跳动就像弘中予他的惊喜般，小小的，又是很突然的，会令他手足无措。

“怎么就突然十一点了啊。”崔钟浩把自己裹在被子里，心里默默想道，“晚上又要失眠了。”

这个年纪的孩子，如郑友荣所说，都很需要自己的个人空间。因��像现在这样，能偶尔拥有霸占整个宿舍的机会，实在是难能可贵。家里这样静，本该是能让心静下来的，崔钟浩却觉得这寂静像迷雾中漆黑冰冷的铁牢笼，他的心脏像只渴望自由的乌鸦，不断冲撞着黑笼，发出怦！怦！的响声。某种心绪激烈得让他浑身发疼。

在这样的疼痛和冲撞中，他又迷迷糊糊地睡了过去。

不知是不是方才哥哥们一口一个金弘中的原因，他梦到了去年录制团综的前几天，金弘中被隔离的事情。

金弘中常年不回宿舍，连被隔离都是公司制作人哥哥们比成员先知道，再通知的朴星化，然后正式通知给所有成员。朴星化正好不在公司，接到电话时崔钟浩和他在一辆车上，睡得迷迷糊糊间听到朴星化紧张地问了一句：“中儿怎么样了现在？”瞌睡立刻醒了大半，直直坐起来盯着面色凝重的星化。

朴星化很敏感地捕捉到他的视线，转过头来对他轻轻摆了摆手，意思是不要紧张。

“嗯，嗯……成员们？我不在宿舍，钟浩和我呆在一起。”

“那我们今天就不去公司了。”朴星化举着手机，看到崔钟浩紧绷着一张脸，还对他露出一个安抚的微笑来，摇了摇头，“不严重就好——他现在刚去酒店吗？”

“好，我一会儿给他打个电话——好，哥哥们也是。”

朴星化挂掉电话，刚要开口就被崔钟浩打断：“弘中哥被隔离了吗？”

“嗯，今天中午刚过去，现在应该到酒店了。”朴星化低头点开通话记录，给金弘中拨过去，“不要紧张，没关系的，我打个电话给他。”

崔钟浩刚把手伸进衣服口袋里，握着手机的手心已经沁出汗来，他感到每根手指都在隐隐胀痛。他记得宋旼琦告诉过他，站在高处往下看时，就会产生这种反应，只是崔钟浩太勇敢，不怕的东西太多了，他好像还从未体验过这种反应。

“喂？”

朴星化很快拨通了金弘中的电话，他的声音压得很低，像窗外飘得沉沉的云。

“多少度？”

“喂…这种情况就不要担心工作了，好好休息好吗——你吃饭了吗？”

“那你自己看着点，有什么问题给我或者经纪人哥打电话。”

不知道金弘中在那头说了什么，朴星化很无奈地叹出一口气，下意识地看了一眼崔钟浩，又很快把眼神收了回去。那是钟浩经常看见的，在金弘中通宵不吃不喝的时候，朴星化会露出的眼神。像对待五岁小孩一样，气恼，荒唐，又无可奈何。

“…你以为弟弟们真的是没长大的小孩吗？相信他们吧，嗯？”

“钟浩和我呆在一起呢。”星化指了指正在通话的手机，又歪了下头，意思问钟浩是否和弘中通话，钟浩思考了两秒，觉得金弘中接了电话也只会叮嘱他这那的，最终还是摇头拒绝了朴星化的提议。

朴星化情商高，也一向善解人意，他没有问崔钟浩为什么不接金弘中电话，只是挂掉电话后意味深长地说了句：“这下可以放心了。”便不再继续逗他了。

崔钟浩在朴星化面前藏不住事，招架不住他的打趣，难得有些不好意思地笑了一声。

崔钟浩性格有些内敛，是队里除了姜吕尚外最不擅长和陌生人打交道的人。即使是没什么太多分量的单人节目，对他来说也比团队综艺漫长许多。他身心疲惫地回到宿舍时，成员们正凑在一起七嘴八舌，大家表情都不算好，但也不是什么紧张的氛围，几乎是郑友荣、崔伞和丁润浩在讲话，朴星化静静地坐在一旁拿着手机打字，似乎在和谁讲事情。几个人见到他立刻招呼道：“老小啊！”

崔钟浩换上拖鞋，正把换下来的帆布鞋往鞋柜里放：“怎么了？”

郑友荣刚一个“弘”字出口，沉默许久的朴星化便突然将他打断：“钟浩已经知道了。”

“哦哦。”

丁润浩似乎看出他有些疲倦，关切问道：“钟浩啊，今天录节目顺利吗？很累吗？”

“嗯，还不错。”崔钟浩点头，看着一屋子哥哥神情各异，挠了挠头，说，“我去睡一会儿，晚饭不用等我了。”

“好的，好好休息我们忙咚儿～”

崔钟浩关上房间门，客厅的吵闹声被成员们刻意压了下去，变成一些细碎的动静。吸顶灯也被关掉，只剩姜吕尚书桌上的显示器屏幕还亮着，是玩了一半的游戏。崔钟浩换好睡衣倒在床上，把自己卷进被子里，像个蚕蛹。

电脑的亮光模糊地洒在他的桌上，电子钟的数字似乎跳动了一下。他想起来二十岁生日前一天，下班回来的金弘中神神秘秘地开他房间的门，倚在门边上冲他抿着嘴笑，不知道在傻乐什么，问正在床上打游戏的钟浩：呀钟浩啊，你没发现你房间有什么变化吗？

崔钟浩默默暂停游戏，透过镜片疑惑地盯着他：“所以我桌上那个电子钟是哥哥送的吗？”

金弘中笑着应道：“啊。怎么样？在日本活动的时候买的。”

“哥，我都二十岁了。”钟浩无奈地看着他，但还是好好感谢了他的心意，“不过挺可爱的，那个小熊是我吗？”

“是啊，不觉得和你一模一样吗？”金弘中弯着眼笑，眼神狡黠。崔钟浩看着他，觉得粉丝说得对，队长有时候确实有点像只猫，尽管金弘中本人对此不算感冒。

“嗯，是蛮像的。谢谢哥。”

“什么啊……”弘中撅起嘴，对着钟浩不满地嘟囔道，“怎么感觉在敷衍我。”

钟浩最招架不住他耍脾气，哭笑不得地解释道：“没有，我真的很喜欢。”

“我只是觉得很神奇，”他对上金弘中的眼睛，看着他神色变得不自然的脸，说，“别的哥哥都说我很早熟，可是哥你好像一直觉得我是小孩子……是因为队长看谁都像小孩子吗？包括星化哥。”

金弘中听罢像是松了一口气，又习惯性地露出他那个无奈中带着点宠溺的神情。崔钟浩好几次在他脸上见到这种表情，对着郑友荣的，对着宋旼琦的，却是第一次见金弘中拿这种眼神看着他。是我长大了一岁，他对我才有了这种变化吗？钟浩无厘头地想。

和其他哥哥不同，崔钟浩早熟，内敛，稳重，从内里到外形都散发着一种可靠的气质，偶尔连金弘中和朴星化都会下意识依靠他。也因此如此，他们好像也没有特意将他当需要关照的弟弟看。

他感到自己像个别扭的矛盾体，一边希望金弘中能像对郑友荣、宋旼琦他们一样，把他当一个需要操心的弟弟对待；一边又不希望他之于金弘中，只是老幺之于一队之长。

“不是。”金弘中想了想，回答他道，“我只是觉得你没必要那么早熟而已。”

“而且其实……虽然哥哥们总是说钟浩很稳重，不像你这个年纪的小孩子，但是你在这个家里就是我们的老幺啊。”

又来了。钟浩在心里叹了口气，他想他可能也不知道自己到底想听金弘中说什么话，还不如就告诉他，钟浩啊生日快乐，我永远爱你。

“知道啦……”最后他什么都没说出来，只是乖乖地对弘中笑着说，“谢谢你啊哥，我爱你。”

金弘中得了这句话，一副得逞了的小表情，笑眯眯地关门溜走了。

……要不要给弘中哥打个电话？回过神来的崔钟浩在黑暗中思考起来。等他回过神，手指已经划开手机，停在了通讯录里的“ATEEZ 弘中哥”上。

打给对方是个需要纠结的事情么？他纳闷了一下，干脆按了下去，画面立刻跳转到了通话界面，接着迅速弹出了通话时长。

未等崔钟浩酝酿完毕，听筒里已经传出了沙哑的声音：“钟浩啊……怎么了？”

“哦、没事哥，我刚结束行程回来。”崔钟浩冷静地想了想，说，“今天录制挺顺利的，前辈们说没想到我是爱豆呢，还以为我是OST歌手。”

对面听起来很安静，酒店和家里的环境果然是不一样的。金弘中因为肺炎变成低沉的笑声响起来：“真的吗？…那都和前辈们请教了什么呢？”

“哦……我说我没有唱过OST呢，如果有机会的话希望前辈们帮忙指点指点。”钟浩说，“我这样说是可以的吧？”

“嗯，话说得挺漂亮的啊，我们老幺。”金弘中似乎拿远手机咳了两声，鼻音有些重，“我之前听说公司有在帮你联系OST了，不知道有没有合适的，如果有碰到不错的应该会和你商量的。”

“真的？第一次听说呢。”

“啊……因为是不确定的事情嘛，所以也只和我提了一下，我担心没结果就没和你说。”

“那现在呢，为什么突然告诉我了？”钟浩被他无意识撒娇般的语调逗笑了。

“现在？哦……因为钟浩越来越厉害了，OST感觉不成问题咳、咳咳……”

对面安静了一会儿，崔钟浩在被窝里静静听着，隐约听见了金弘中倒水喝水的声音。咕咚一声，像一条灵活游弋的鱼，他的脑海里突然出现了弘中平常喝水时滚动的喉结，它常常出现在饭拍里，被粉丝们津津乐道。

“哥，你还好吗？”

金弘中“哈”地笑了声：“呀小子……你现在才想起来关心我吗？刚刚接到电话还以为是特地来关心我的呢。”

“关心哥的人不是很多吗。”

“这是什么话啊……你以为做团队任务吗？”

“不是啦……对不起哥。”

“嗯，你哥我现在在发烧，38度多点，吃了药了准备一会儿睡。”金弘中吸了吸鼻子，“你也快点休息吧，今天辛苦了，不要担心。”

“嗯，哥哥也是。”崔钟浩和电子钟上的小熊对视一眼，原来已经快九点了，门外还时不时传来碗筷碰撞的清脆响声。

“晚安钟浩。”

“晚安。”

被窝里的热度有些高，崔钟浩在将睡未睡之际还在困惑，金弘中是真心需要他嘘寒问暖呢，还是只是耍小脾气呢，或者只是逗逗他罢了。他想，金弘中的一年四季其实都被别人好好地填满了，春有花，夏有雨，秋有风，冬有雪。花…朴星化或许是花，崔伞和郑友荣是雨，丁润浩和宋旼琦是风，姜吕尚是雪。

可崔钟浩不知道他在金弘中心里是什么。金弘中有时候像一位器重他的老师，好像总想考验他点什么。他觉得金弘中是故事里那位聪明有趣，不太按照常理出牌的国王，但可惜的是，他不是诚实的孩子，说不定只是花盆里那颗注定无法结果的种子，无论怎么精心栽培，土壤里的种子都无动于衷。

他们之间亦无结果。

团综录制的第一个晚上，他一个人睡在酒店套房的单人床上，半梦半醒间感觉有人慢慢向他靠过来，他睁开眼，金弘中带了妆的脸就在他眼前。

“你过得好吗……”他迷瞪着眼，含糊不清地问道，只当自己还未梦醒。温热的鼻息扑在他脸庞，像月神织出朦胧的薄纱。那瞬间，他分不清梦境与现实。

“我过得好吗？”梦里的人温柔地笑了一声，声音清晰明亮，他这才大梦初醒，迅速把自己���扯回现实世界。

“你知道我是谁吗？”

“钟浩……”

“嗯……？”

崔钟浩睁开眼，房间里一片昏暗，姜吕尚亮着的电脑屏幕给漆黑的夜里洒上了一层薄薄的冷光。

他隐约感觉到面前有人影晃动。

“哥……？”

“你醒了？”

是金弘中。他身上还带着室外的热度，看样子是刚从公司回来。他像个入侵者一样，没有经过崔钟浩同意，直接啪一下打开了他桌上的台灯。钟浩从床头摸索着抓起眼镜戴上，才发现金弘中正一脸担忧地看着他。

“润浩说你嗓子不舒服，我给你买了点喉糖。”

“我嗓子……？应该是睡多了。”

“不要骗我，我一听��讲话就知道。”金弘中看着他，脸上表情不太好看，他伸手轻轻拍了拍崔钟浩的背，摸到一手的潮湿，立刻用手背探了探钟浩的额头，松了口气，“还好不是很烫，起来吃饭吧，饭给你热好了。”

“……我还在做梦吗？哥。”

“什么啊？”金弘中被他气笑，“我有那么糟糕吗？热饭还是会的吧。”

“哥，你没有把饭热糊吧？”

“……你想死吗？”

“哈哈…知道了，这就起。”

金弘中翻了个白眼，摇了摇头，起身先出门去了。崔钟浩在床上又坐了小半分钟，直到听见厨房传来了金弘中从碗柜里取餐具的声音，才有了这哥终于回家了的实感。

这种实感令他被一种莫名而来的安心包围，他在心里默默想，其实他也可以是那颗被炒熟的种子。不开花也无所谓，永远被埋在土里也无所谓，因为在那颗可怜的种子身边，有一棵尚未长成的树。

那棵树会慢慢地，越长越高，直至冲破云层，成为无人能及的参天大树，为那颗早熟的种子遮风挡雨。

“钟浩啊——你又睡过去了吗？”

“没有啊，这就来。”

-Fin

文中关于国王和种子的故事：国王要在全国的孩子中挑选继承人，给孩子们都发了种子，告诉大家谁能种出最美的花就能成为继承人。有一个男孩的种子怎么也不发芽。别的孩子都捧来了各种美丽的花，男孩向国王实话实说。最后国王选择了这个男孩，因为所有的种子都是炒熟的，不能发芽。

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[thatbostonbooknerd]

Rose Gold

Chapter Four: Ilithyia

“You’re with the Rising.” 

“The Republic,” she corrects him. Finally, she turns to face him once more, her features softening. “Now, I don’t suppose you know where the food is on this ship? I’m starving and we’ve got a long ride ahead of us.” 

Cassius finds that the Raa and their Krypteia left the food stores untouched. “The good news is, we recently stocked up,” he tells Ilithyia.

She quirks a eyebrow. “Is there bad news to go along with that?” 

He shrugs. “Depends on how picky you are about your culinary options.”

She can’t hold back a soft groan. Wonderful, two months of instant noodles and protein packets. And this after months living among the Raa, with their careful rations. Come to think of it, instant noodles might actually be an improvement. 

Minutes later, they sit in awkward silence at a small, round table. He gulps down the soup, while she eats hers carefully. He finishes before her, staring at the practiced motions in disbelief. Is he always this rude? She doesn’t expect much from men like him, but basic manners are among those few expectations. 

“You’re not at a gorydamn gala on Luna,” he says at last. 

The last of the noodles gone, she carefully sips a spoonful of the broth, pausing to level an icy glare his way. “That is not news to me. Are you always this moody?” 

“I am when I’ve gotten royally fucked in a duel and there’s no stims to take the edge off.” 

She hadn’t even thought to steal some before she freed him. Loathe as she is to apologize, she does anyway, and he softens with a sigh, waving away the apology as though to tell her let’s not talk of it anymore. 

“Do you need help getting back to your bunk?” she asks, but he shakes his head vehemently. 

“No, I can’t be in that room. I need to—” He shakes his head again, unable to finish. She waits patiently, and finally, he explains. “It was his room. I never realized…he’d painted his house sigil across the ceiling. I should have seen it, should have known he spent every night dreaming of getting it back. I suppose he’s doing just that, heading back with the Rim’s army at his back.” 

There’s so much under the surface of those words. He’s talking of the Lune boy, Lysander. She hadn’t paid attention to where she lay him and where she found another bed, exhausted from the escape. Ilithyia’s irritation ebbs, and she says quietly, “I didn’t know that. I’ll switch sleeping quarters with you.” 

He doesn’t protest. She offers her arm, and he accepts; it’s a sign of how much pain he’s in, for a man like him doesn’t take help from a Pink easily. Well, not this sort of help, that is. 

“You don’t like me,” he mumbles as she lays him against the pillows where she had lain her own head the night before. 

“I don’t know you,” she says. It’s easier to avoid the question. 

Unfortunately, even in his pained and exhausted state, he sees right through that. “And yet, you still don’t like me. Why?” 

She could simply walk away without answering. That would probably be the smarter thing to do. But since when has she chosen the smarter thing to do? So she tells him. “Because whether you’re in the Society or the Republic, men like you will never think twice of using girls like me, then tossing us aside like trash and laughing at the whore you discarded. Because men like you will do that even as they fight for the Rising, speaking of breaking chains but never once considering the girls who let themselves be shackled again just to pass along information. They’ll use that information, then they make deals with the men those girls had to degrade themselves before in order to get that information, and the girls are forgotten. Like everything they did meant nothing at all.”

He looks confused. She doesn’t care if he’s confused, or if he doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She doesn’t get to be confused. If only she could be so oblivious to what it means to be a Pink, but that’s not a luxury she can have. 

She presses her lips into a thin line. He’s still badly wounded, and he doesn’t need her bitter monologues, so she backtracks. “It doesn’t really matter. I don’t need to like you, I know you tried to do the right thing back there. But the boy made sure that was in vain, so the war is about to get much worse. If you meant what you said to the Raa, then that means that whether or not we like each other, we are on the same side. That far outweighs the question of whether or not I like you, wouldn’t you agree?” 

His brow furrows like a child practicing math for the first time. “I don’t think anyone’s ever told me to go fuck myself in quite that many words before.” 

In spite of herself, she smiles. “Sleep well, Cassius au Bellona. I promise to be nicer to you tomorrow.” 

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[rosemary1315]

SU OC Profile: Anton and Felix Zimmermann

Anton Zimmermann

Nickname: Tony (Ludwig, Jade/Jasmin, Blue Topaz *sometime*), Papa (Felix), Uncle Anton (Heidi *sometime*), Uncle Tony (Heidi)

Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany

Relative(s): Mr. Zimmermann (Father), Mrs. Zimmermann (Mother), Ludwig Zimmermann (Younger Brother), Heidi Zimmermann (Niece), Martha Zimmermann (First Wife/ *Deceased), Felix Zimmermann (Son)

Friend(s): Jade/Jasmin (Current Girlfriend), Noppadon Sangarun (Friend), Oliver Stuart (Friend), Sebastian Bonheur (Friend), Blue Topaz (Friend), Pink Sapphire (Friend), Fuchsia Pearl (Friend), Steven and The Crystal Gems (Friends)

Occupation: Baker and Bakery Shop Owner in Frankfurt

Personality:

He's kind, polite, calm and friendly. He's mature than his younger brother, Ludwig.

He's responsible, patient and careful, especially when he work at Bakery. Because, his mother always teach about this.

He love and care his only son, Felix much. Especially, after he lost his wife. He tries to be great father. Although, he know it's difficult for him as baker and father

He's very calm, reasonable and isn't easily angry. But, he can to be scary when mad in sometimes. If that incident was a serious situation.

He's talented in many things, beside baking like skiing, repairing and cooking. But, he's always modest to everything. Especially, his baking skill.

He's good at cooking as his mother, Especially potato recipes (It's reason his girlfriend, Jade/Jasmin love any potato recipes he made).

He like riding motorcycle, when he was teenage. He love travel as his father, although he was busy with his work. But when he has a free time, He often rides his motorcycle to difference places in Germany (at least near Frankfurt). Black Forest (Schwarzwald) is most fav. place when come travel. For his fav. city is Rothenburg (his mother hometown) and Cologne.

For his fav. German foods, He love Maultaschen, he never get tired to eat it. He like Wurst or German Sausage (he and Ludwig, both like wurst. But, Ludwig is his most fav. food), he like to eat it with potato (mostly), Sauerkraut (sometimes) or salad (Wurst Salat). Especially Bratwurst, Gelbwurst and Weisswurst is his favorite. Also, Käsespätzle, Kohlrouladen (German Cabbage roll) and Kartoffelsuppe (German Potato Soup).

For his fav. German desserts, he like Apfelkuchen (German Apple Cake). Also, he like Bread with jam, Eierkuchen (German Pancake) with jam. For jam, Strawberry jam is his fav. jam.

For his fav. drink, Orange Juice is his most fav. drink and juice. Also, he like to drink Coffee in sometimes.

Like: Baking, Skiing, Cooking, Riding motorcycle, Travel (Schwarzwald or Black Forest, Rothenburg and Cologne is his fav. places)

Favorite foods, dessert and drink: Maultaschen (His most fav. food), Wurst (mostly, he like Bratwurst, Gelbwurst and Weisswurst), Wurst Salat, Käsespätzle, Kohlrouladen, Apfelkuchen, Bread with jam (Especially Strawberry Jam), Eierkuchen with jam, Strawberry Jam, Orange Juice, Coffee

Backstory

Anton Zimmermann is Baker and Bakery Shop Owner. He's Ludwig's older brother and Heidi's uncle. He was born and raised in Frankfurt, Germany. He love and interesting about baking when he was kid. He learn baking from his mother. He helped his mother make bread at bakery everyday after school.

After Anton graduated university, He decide to to run a bakery with his mother since then.

Until once day, Anton met Martha at his bakery. While, Martha came to his bakery to buy bread before going to work. That moment, he started fall in love her, and he can't stop think about her for days. Then days later, he met her again. He decided to confess his feelings for her. Few days later, he started a relationship with her.

1 year later, Anton married Hannah (at that time, Ludwig had relationship with Hannah). Then 1 year later, he and Hannah has son is Felix (at that time, Ludwig married Hannah). He and Hannah live together with his son.

Years later in once day, after Ludwig lost his wife, Hannah for car accident for 1 year. At that time, Ludwig decided move to America with his daughter, Heidi (While, Felix was 7 years old, and Heidi was 6 years old). Anton disagreed with Ludwig's decision to move America. He had an argument with his brother. After Ludwig move to America with Heidi, he never talk to his brother at that time.

1 year later, Anton lost his wife, Martha (While, Felix was 8 years old). At that time, He was regret by loss, and he was sad for days. That moment, he began to realize and understand Ludwig's hurt feeling. He felt guilty to his brother. Then, he tries to improve his understanding with younger brother, Ludwig. Then 1 year later, he decided to come to America to visit Ludwig.

Years later, in once day. Anton with his son, Felix visit Ludwig and his niece, Heidi in America like every year. Later day, Ludwig decided to take Anton and his nephew to go to Beach City. Ludwig introduce Blue Topaz and Pink Sapphire know to Anton (it was beginning Anton know about gem).

While Anton is talking to Blue Topaz and Pink Sapphire. Blue Topaz saw her friend, Jade/Jasmin walking past, so she brought her to meet Ludwig's older brother, Anton. That moment, Jade started blush after she saw him. Ludwig can see and know, Jade fall in love his brother. While, Blue Topaz and Heidi can't help but smile, when they saw Jade didn't stop blushing. At that time, Anton don't know Jade fall in love him.

1 week later, Anton started wonder and can't stop to think about Jade blush when she first met him. Because, she didn't stop looking at him. He decide to ask Ludwig and Blue Topaz about Jade. Ludwig started smile and said him, Jade has crush on him. Anton is bit surprised about it. Then Blue Topaz confirmed him, Jade really like him. That moment, he don't expect someone really like him. Because, he was single for years. Also, he was busy with his work at bakery, it made him not expectation about love at that time. Plus, he don't sure if he could love Jade or not. Because, he's just a baker. While, Jade looks like a aristocrat woman. But Blue Topaz encouraged him, he cheered up again.

Few days later, Anton decide to open up to love again with Jade, after being single for years.

Felix Zimmermann

Nickname: Big Boy Felix (Heidi *Sometime*, Ludwig *Sometime*), Son (Anton *Sometime*), Baker Boy (Ludwig *Sometime*)

Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany

Relative(s): Mr. Zimmermann (Grandfather), Mrs. Zimmermann (Grandmother), Anton Zimmermann (Father), Martha Zimmermann (Mother/ *Deceased), Ludwig Zimmermann (Uncle), Heidi Zimmermann (Cousin)

Friend(s): Jade/Jasmin (Friend), Patiphan Sangarun (Friend), Jun Skyler (Friend), Charlotte Bonheur (Friend), Blue Topaz (Friend), Pink Sapphire (Friend), Steven and The Crystal Gems (Friends)

Occupation: Student/Baker at his father's Bakery in Frankfurt

Personality:

He's polite and friendly to everyone as his father. But, he's bit shy. He' very gentle, especially animals.

He's mature than some teenage his same age and strong than his father. Because he lost his mother, when he was 8 years old. He's responsible to his work as his father, he helped make bread at bakery with his father and his grandmother everyday after school. It's reason he have few friends.

He's reasonable, he had no problem with Jasmin (Jade), after he found Jasmin has crush his father.  he know his father was single for years after his father lost Martha (Felix's mother). Since that day, it made his father focus on his work to take care of him and a good life for his family. He just want to see his father happy again or to find new love again.

He prefer stay home with his family. Plus, the responsibility for his work with his father, and spend time stay with his grandparent. It made him feel more comfortable with his grandparents than hanging out with teenage his same age.

He love and respect his father and grandparent. Because, throughout his childhood to his teenage years, he was mostly with his father and grandparent. He's very close to his cousin, Heidi just like a sibling. He was always worried about Heidi, Especially after his cousin moved to America.

He's interest in photography, it's his most fav. hobby beside baking. He learn photography from grandfather (Anton and Ludwig's father love photography, beside wood craving). He's good at photography, his family often asked him to take pictures many times about. But mostly, he always like to take pictures of landscapes like natural and cities, or about foods. He always carried a his camera and mobile phone, when he travel to difference places in Germany. Romerberg Square is one of fav. place in Frankfurt, For his fav. city is Nuremberg and Stuttgart.

He love travel as his father. He often travel with his family when he and his family have take a break from work or holiday. He had a dream of traveling abroad to take pictures in difference places when he grow up.

He like music, it's one of his fav. hobby. He like to listen and play music, because music made him felt relax in every time take a break or after work. He like to play guitar, especially acoustic guitar.

For his fav. German foods, he love Bauernfrühstück, especially his grandmother make. Also, he like Kartoffelpuffer with sour cream sauce, Flädlesuppe and Schnitzel with Spaetzle.

For his fav. German desserts, Apfelkuchen is his fav. dessert as his father. Also, he like Chocolate Sandwich Cookies (Especially with Milk or Hot Chocolate), Kalterhund

For his fav. drinks, Hot Chocolate is his most fav. drink. Also, he like Apple Juice and Milk.

Like: Music, Playing Guitar, Photography, Travel (Romerberg Square, Nuremberg and Stuttgart is his fav. places), Spend time with his family

Favorite foods, dessert and drink: Bauernfrühstück, Kartoffelpufferwith sour cream sauce, Flädlesuppe, Schnitzel with Spaetzle, Apfelkuchen (his fav. dessert like his father), Chocolate Sandwich Cookies, Kalterhund, Hot Chocolate, Apple Juice, Milk

Backstory

Felix Zimmermann is Anton's only son. He's Heidi's cousin. He was born and raised Frankfurt, Germany.

Until years later, Felix heard his father argument with his uncle, Ludwig about his uncle and his cousin, Heidi move to America. That moment, he don't expect his father so angry before, especially with his uncle. He know, his father is calm and isn't easily angry. Also, he was sad when he saw his uncle and cousin move to America. Also, his father don't speak and contacted to his uncle, after his uncle move to America with his cousin again at that time.

1 year later, Felix lost his mother. That moment, he saw his father was regret about it. Although, he was regret as his father. But, he tries to be strong, and promised himself that he will be strong without a mother. Since then, he went on with his father and grandmother making bread. Then 1 year later, he and his father came to America to visit his uncle and cousin. He can see, his father started understand his uncle's feeling, after his father was in same situation.

Years later, Felix and his father, Anton came to America to visit his uncle, Ludwig and his cousin, Heidi in America like every year. Later day, he and his father go to Beach City with his uncle and cousin. He and his father made Blue Topaz and Pink Sapphire as their new friends (it was beginning Felix know about gem).

While his father is talking to Blue Topaz and Pink Sapphire, He saw one of Blue Topaz's friend, Jade/Jasmin blush and didn't stop looking at his father. That moment, he started wonder if that woman (Jade/Jasmin) like his father or not. But, he didn't tell his father. He kept his suspicion about it, and he and Heidi tried to observe, if Jade really like his father.

1 week later after Felix and Heidi observed Jade, Heidi was sure Jade really like Felix's father. That moment, Felix started don't sure if his father like her back. Because, he know his father was single for years. Plus, he wonder why Jade (Jasmin) like his father. But, he had no problem if she like his father. Also, he want to see his father happy with someone again.

#Steven Universe #Steven Universe OC #Anton Zimmermann #Felix Zimmermann #My OC

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Witch-Gods and Other Poppycock

The frown on his face wouldn’t leave no matter how hard he might have tried, not that he was trying particularly hard, even though he was trying to focus as much as he could on the book in his hands and not on the world around him. Yes, he’s read The Setting Sun a number of times by now, enough times that he all but knew the story word-for-word, but to his credit he hadn’t really thought he’d be spending all that much time reading when he grabbed the book from his shelf before leaving the apartment. It was just something to read while he was on the train, to pass the time. If he had known that even after arriving that he would be spending what felt like hours just waiting, he would have picked something else. Maybe The Memory Police, that one has been collecting dust on his shelf for a few weeks.

Murder in the Crooked House was another book he could have picked, he’s heard good things about that one, kept meaning to read it, kept putting it off. Ah, but hindsight was 20/20. He had to make do with what he had on hand to pass the time.

Not that it’d make much difference, he thought to himself as he turned the page.

The longer he sat there waiting, the harder it was to concentrate, to focus. He tapped his fingers against the book cover as his eyes ran over the lines of words. He’d spent hours here, or rather, it felt like hours. Was probably more like twenty minutes. Maybe thirty. He hadn’t brought a watch, another poor decision. But he had spent enough time here, wasting time he could have spent out and about, he could have been making sure Mitsuru was okay.

She’ll be fine, she’s staying in her apartment all day to rest. Sick with a stomach bug that had been going around.

Nope, that did nothing to ease Asahi’s nerves. If anything, reminding himself that she was sick only served to make him want even more to get out and—and do what? Just watch her from across the street? Randomly show up at her house with soup?

She’ll be fine, he could practically hear Hachirō's exasperated whispering in his ear, though the man was nowhere to be seen. Just be patient, I know that’s hard. Even the imaginary version of him spoke in an infuriating tone that mixed sympathy with condescension.

It was also useless advice. Asahi had been trying to be patient since the moment he arrived. If anything, it felt like he had been overly generous in his patience. Patiently waiting, patiently sitting there nice and quiet, minding his own business, ignoring the others, patiently waiting for something, anything, to happen.

He was done with being patient.

Closing his book with an audible snap, he stood up and turned his head to look at his companion, who had thankfully been rather quiet this whole time as well.

“Please tell me I’m not the only one sick of waiting around.”

The girl was younger than him, looked like she was either at the end of junior high, or perhaps the start of high school. What’s more was that she looked like a problem child.

Her hair was brown in color, however the ends of her loosely tied pigtails were dyed a reddish sort of pink.

She was even dressed like trouble. A dark purple crop-top hoodie covered her top, showing a toned midriff—and Asahi was surprised to not see a belly ring on her. Her bottoms were covered in loose ripped jeans, held onto her hips by a black studded belt. While she lacked a belly button piercing, her ears more than made up for it by the numerous studs and rings that adorned both. Asahi supposed he ought to be thankful she didn’t have any facial piercings to go with it, it was hard to explain but the mere idea of sticking a needle anywhere but in the ear made him queasy. To top it all off she was wearing combat boots. Fucking combat boots. What the hell?

The girl looked up from her game, having spent the time playing something on the switch she had brought. She looked at him for a few moments before shrugging. “It is gettin’ pretty dull round here,” she agreed.

His eyes flickered from her to the small table situated between their cushioned seats and the large screen. It was nondescript, the only thing to note being the sealed letters waiting on it, both numbered and the first written on the front ‘Open when all participants are ready’. For a moment, Asahi considered going ahead and tearing it open, request to wait be damned, but he didn’t. Who knew what would happen if they started off this…thing… breaking the rules.

Instead, Asahi sighed and slipped his book back into the safety of the bag by his feet before he stood up. The girl said nothing as he slipped past her, making his way to the seat on the very end of their row, where the third member of this jolly little party sat in the large and suspiciously empty theater. The third participant who slept soundly, without a care in the world.

If the girl was dressed like trouble, this one dressed like a cosplaying nerd.

Their face was tan in color, their dark hair messy and tied into an equally messy ponytail, their lips were thin and parted just slightly, a scar running over them, there were many scars on their face now that he took a closer look, and upon that closer look he could also see the freckles dotting their face like a constellation. They wore a leather jerkin that was tied tight right up to the neck, and some looser, white shirt underneath and had on black, high waisted trousers that were tied shut rather than buttons and zippers, the thread being slim, sturdy leather. On their hands were work gloves, and their boots were shin-high, both made of leather and equally dark. They even had some old dagger strapped to their hip.

In all honesty, they looked like they had stepped right outside of either a convention or a renaissance fair.

What really stood out to him was that there were no real defining features that told him if this person was a man or woman. The sleeping figure was older than him, so there should have been some development if they were a woman, but at the same time they lacked anything that really stood out as masculine. Their features were a mix of soft and hard that blended together oddly seamlessly.

Though what he really took away from it all was that Asahi was certain he was the only one who was dressed normal. The girl looked like a parent’s disappointment, and the sleeping adult looked like they were playing a role for some dark ages play. At least he was dressed in a basic white shirt, dark jacket, and faded jeans. He looked like someone who could disappear in a crowd with how much he blended in.

Though another thing about their looks that irked him a little, just a tiny bit, was that his companions were clearly some kind of European, making him the odd one out. It felt weird being in a room where he was the only one not a foreigner. But, he had to hand it to the girl at least, her Japanese was flawless.

“This is ridiculous,” he growled, trying his best to bite back the growing agitation and frustration. “I’m waking them up.”

The girl looked up, pushing herself to her feet as she held her game in one hand. “Ya think that’s okay? Kinda rude wakin’ a person up.”

“I don’t care if I’m being rude or not. I’ll worry about that later. Right now, I just want to get this show on the road.”

Staring down at the sleeping figure, he slowly raised a hand up high and waited a few moments, contemplating whether he was really going to do it or not. No, this was not the time to chicken out. Mouth pressed into a firm line, he brought his hand down, quick and hard. With a loud whap, he had slapped the person across the face in an attempt to wake them.

The effect he had gotten was instantaneous, but perhaps not the one he had entirely wanted.

The sleeping cosplayer jerked and jumped to their feet, and before he could react, they had grabbed him by the wrist, yanking him almost off his feet as the strangers other hand grabbed him by the throat. Twisting him and turning him, until Asahi’s back was pressed against the hard plastic arm rests of the chair.

“Where am I? What’s going on?” the stranger demanded in a voice equally sexually ambiguous, keeping a firm hold on his throat and tugging his arm painfully behind his back. “Are you two sellswords? You’re both dressed rather fancy for that.”

He gritted his teeth. “Let me go,” he demanded, voice hoarse and strained. His mind was screaming, a waterfall of thoughts and images, of impulses trying to break through to the surface, to the muscles and nerves.

The stranger tightened his grip, “Tell me what’s going on and maybe I’ll—!”

The girl was thankfully not the passive observer. While the stranger had been focused on him, she had jumped over the seats dividing them and had, in an impressive display of acrobatics and flexibility, driven her foot right in the stranger's face despite her being a good several inches shorter.

“What the hell, man!” she yelled as she fell back to her feet, glaring up at him with anger and fear.

The person had stumbled back, their grip on him loosening, the hand on his neck letting go completely to hold their own nose, checking for damage, for blood. “Ah, fuck! Okay we can play it that way if that’s how you want it.” With that, they moved towards her, dragging him along, but stopping short after one step. “Ah. I see how it is.”

Their own knife was pressed against their stomach, having skipped past the flaps of their jerkin. Asahi frowned and pressed the knife harder against them with his free hand, his grip tight, ready to drive it through flesh if needed.

“How about we back off? We don’t know what’s going on here either, okay?” he said slowly, warningly. Hopefully the stranger accepted that. Even though he had a knife, he could tell they were in different leagues.

Thankfully, his answer seemed to be good enough. The stranger let go of his other hand and backed off. “Fair, fair,” they said, running a hand through their own hair, pushing it back a little. Asahi noticed that their ears had a noticeable point to the tops. He also noticed, now that he was getting a good look at their face, that their eyes were a bright violet color. Weird. Eye contacts? Probably.

Slowly, he withdrew the knife and in a show of peace, offered it back to the other, who took it graciously and sheathed it at their hip once more.

The air was still tense, but, it didn't feel as volatile as it had.

Breaking the tension was a sharp, crackling laugh from the girl. “Finally,” she said with a sharp exhale, like a rapidly deflating balloon. Not letting either get a word in, she marched past them to the table, picked up the first letter, and tore it open. “Let’s get this shit going so we can go home!”

Neither Asahi or the stranger argued as she cleared her throat, scanned the letter, and began reading it out loud with as exaggerated and posh of an accent as she seemed capable of mustering. “Thank you for participating. Before we begin, however, would you all be so kind as to introduce yourselves to each other and to our audience?”

They looked at one another, confusion clearly etched on their faces.

The girl scanned the theater, peering at the corners and the ceiling. “Audience? Like what? Cameras an’ stuff?”

“By the looks of it, they’re hidden,” Asahi muttered when he caught no glimpse of one.

The stranger furrowed their brows. “What even are ‘cameras’?” they asked and then paused, face looking visible uncomfortable, maybe even distraught. “I… ah… okay, that’s a camera. This is strange magic.”

He paid no mind to it, just a weirdo being weird. But, if all they wanted was an introduction, he could do that.

“Okay. I’ll go first.” Asahi cleared his throat, looked around before deciding to face the movie screen—if there were cameras hidden, then that would be an ideal place to hide one. “My name is Asahi Kurosaki, I’m nineteen. I was born in the Ōno district of Gifu, though I moved to Tokyo and have been living there for the past four years with my brothers. After finishing all my compulsory education and a little bit of high school, I joined the workforce as a barista at a café and as a freelance photographer.” Of course, that was leaving out some things here and there, but neither of these two needed to know any of that.

With that, Asahi nodded and turned to the girl, “Okay. Your turn.”

She shrugged, stuffed her hands into her pockets and looking like she didn’t care one bit. “Name’s Cherry Bolton. I’m sixteen. Born an raised city girl. Didn’t drop out or nothin’ since I’m still doin’ school. Work part-time at this stupid pizzeria. Skate in my free time. That about sums it up.” She plopped down into a seat after tossing the letter into the air before looking to their third member. “Yer turn.”

Catching the letter, the stranger frowned. “I feel like I still know nothing about either of you,” they pointed out.

Asahi didn’t smile. “You know our names and what we do, that’s good enough for now, don’t you think? It’s not like we’re going to tell some strangers any more than necessary.” Personally, he felt like giving them his city location was a bit much, but hey, Tokyo was a big place. Even if someone came looking for him, it wouldn’t be easy to find him.

That seemed to pacify the stranger a little bit. “Okay, okay. My name is Briar Makiir. I’m… old. Just how old escapes me. I’m half-fey, somewhat of a mage, but more importantly a Huntsman of Tarrigan. I hunt monsters and creatures too dangerous for others to face.”

“Shoulda told me we were doing ‘in character’ stuff! Ah, I coulda had so much fun doin' somethin’ like that,” Cherry said loudly from her seat, not that Briar seemed to understand the joke. “But I’ve somethin’ I been wonderin’ bout you, Briar. No offense, but you a guy or gal?”

Ah, thankfully she was the one to ask. Asahi felt like he had been going crazy trying to figure that out. And by the looks of it, Briar didn’t seem offended at all. If anything, they offered a smile, a little laugh, a shake of the head.

“I’m a man right now.”

And giving answers that made as little sense as his introduction had. Well, whatever. A weirdo being weird.

Cherry and Briar were chatting, bantering a little with one another, but Asahi tuned them out just like he tuned out the mutterings in his head, or tried to. It’s interesting how they speak Japanese so fluently, it was interesting, not that Asahi was paying it much mind, They don’t sound like foreigners at all, no they didn’t. Had he been paying attention to the whispers and thoughts; he might have thought more on it. But as it was, Asahi couldn’t really bring himself to care much about these two people or what their stories were.

For now, there were things a bit more important than whispers, language, and nationalities. Instead, Asahi moved to take the other letter, tearing it open and bringing it back to the other two so that they could read it as well.

 If you are reading this, then I believe it is right to assume that the three of you have already done as the previous letter has asked. With that in mind, I welcome and thank you for coming, and will explain the purpose of your presence here today.

I consider myself a being of science, and so it would not be wrong to consider this a kind of social experiment, though I can hardly say I am the first to attempt this, only among the most recent. You’re here to read and review some… rather poor attempts at written fiction. Fanfiction, to be precise. Your responses and reactions will be filmed and shown to a large audience. Be as honest and as vicious as you can to these affronts of literature.

As for the theater itself. Where you are currently stands as a nexus between worlds. A neutral space, so to speak. The three of you may leave as you wish, however only those I’ve permitted may enter when I permit it. You may have noticed, but the three of you are not from the same worlds, not from the same realities. This theater acts as grounds where you may meet one another. This may provide all of you with a unique learning experience, as undoubtedly you can learn from each other. Do not worry, you will not forget what transpires in this theater when you leave.

To make this easier for everyone present, I’ve made it so that you will receive knowledge regarding various fandoms, terms, and other miscellaneous facts that will come to you as needed. You may have also noticed that you are able to understand one another precisely despite speaking different languages, that is also due to the theater’s effects on you. However, the knowledge and understanding only works within the theater grounds.

Now, I assure you that your time and efforts wont go unrewarded. Any proceeds received from donations and advertisement funding will go to both expanding and improving the theater, and each of you will also receive stipend. All I ask is that you come once a week, that you give me your time, nothing more, nothing less.

And, if you require more persuading; the expansion into other worlds will provide more opportunities to meet new people, to experience and learn new things. You may each grow from these experiences, to learn or gain skills that may aid you in goals or dreams. You have been given an opportunity to experience a multiverse, and it is not an opportunity many are ever given.

I beg you to not let this opportunity slip by. This may be difficult, perhaps even painful at times, but I promise you that it will be worth it all in the end.

Snacks and drinks will be provided, free of charge.

With that, the letter was done, and as the three slowly process the contents, they looked to each other. The wheels were turning in each of their minds, contemplating, considering, going over what was offered to them and what was asked of them in return. After minutes of silent contemplation, the Huntsman spoke up.

“I’ve seen many bits of magic, all sorts of horrors and more, but even so, this is hard to believe.” He crossed his arms, staring at the letter that had been moved back to the table. “The letter bleeds ambition and screams of a madman. But, by the Aether if I’m not curious to see how this unfolds.”

Asahi looked over to Cherry, who was kicking her feet against the ground as she thought, her lips pursed, her eyes turned up to the ceiling. He didn’t want to admit it, but he agreed with Briar. The letter seemed ambitious and mad in equal parts, but there was something about it that made him curious. It was like seeing a car crash, common sense said to do one thing, but you just couldn’t help but stand still and watch the car erupt into flames and the people around it scream. Plus, whoever brought them here was offering money, and well, who was he to say no to money when all he had to do was read some fanfics?

Cherry hummed, “I’m kind of interested to see what all this is about, too,” she agreed, tapping against the paper and flipping it over. There was, to their surprise and somehow unsurprising, more on the back.

If you are still reading, then I will take it as you have accepted this offer. There are no words to express my gratitude, so I will simply say this; Thank you.

The story you are starting with is a short one all things considered, coming in at only a little over 2k words. It is a Harry Potter story from late 2013 by Belle-Destinee called ‘Harry’s Destiny’. I thought this would be the perfect one to ease the three of you into this experiment and experience.

I wish you all the best of luck.

The group let out a collective groan when the letter was, for certain now, done. None could say they looked forward to what they already knew was going to be a bad one.

“Talk about throwing us into the thick of things,” Asahi muttered. “At least we aren’t starting off with My Immortal.”

Cherry huffed, “I’ll take what I can get. Coulda been worse, an how bad can it be?” she asked, looking around. “But, hey, he said snacks would be provided, right? Well, I’m gonna get myself some snacks before we start. Who’s with me?”

“I could go for a bite and a drink,” Briar said softly.

Asahi frowned. “Well, I think I did see a concession stand by the door… but I don’t think I saw anything there.”

As if to prove him wrong, the smell of snacks wafted through the air. All three glanced over to the back doors, and sure enough at what had been an empty stand was now full of all sorts of snacks and drinks waiting to be taken. Perhaps you aren’t as observant as you thought, he heard Hachirō in his ear. He ignored it.

The three went to collect their respective treats, which took longer than expected, due to Briar not knowing what anything but the water and jerky were. When all was said and done, they took their seats in the front row, settling in with Briar and Asahi on the sides and Cherry in the center. The room darkened after a few moments, and as the screen lit up, the debacle began.

~* chapter one *~

the weather was very cold becuz it was winter time.

“‘Becuz’!” Cherry exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Why, aren’t we off to a swell start!”

“Also, considering it’s winter, I would hope it would be cold,” Asahi added.

 Florianna fastasa serenity is walking don the road and was very cold.

Briar sighed, shaking his head in clear disappointment. “I know one should never judge another by their name alone,” he began, raising his head to stare at the screen. “But, that name is awful beyond words.”

“I’m just assumin’ here that her name is ‘Fastasa’ ‘cause she runs towards bullshit real fast,” Cherry said with a snort.

 she was looking for the Hogwarts Castle in the middle of the city becaus she has been chosen to become the castles maid.

They paused, stared up at the screen. One could hear the old dial-up tone playing in their heads as they stared, sitting in silence. Thankfully, it did not last long. Asahi broke it, his face confused, his tone flabbergasted.

“There is…” he began, a crack to his voice, “...so many things wrong with that sentence.”

Briar in turn stared at the screen and raised a brow, “They make it sound as if becoming a servant is something that one is chosen from a lottery to become. Which I can assure you is not how it works.”

Chuckling Cherry rose to her feet, cleared her throat, and stretched her arms out. “Number twenty-eight? Come on down!” she called out, like an announcer on stage. “You’re up for maid duty! Report to the castle at dawn, or we shall steal your children an’ feed em to the wolves!”

she walk and walk and soon she get there. the guards open the door for her.

Sitting back down, Cherry was still laughing, shaking her head with a wry grin on her face. “Anyone else gettin’ a real ‘no wizards’ vibe from this so far?” she asked, looking at the other two and tilting her head to the screen. “Guards? Castles in the city? This sure ain’t the Hogwarts I know.”

“It feels like a medieval AU without it being a medieval AU,” Asahi agreed.

"Thank you" she said politely and the guards smiled at heshe felt good after that. Just then she met a tall and stern lookng maid with red hair who made her feel small. still flora greeted her polite.

“I will commend her where it is due; she is very polite,” Briar admitted as he folded his arms across his chest. “She is a servant and she is aware of this, she seems to know that it is unwise for someone of her station to act up in front of those on a higher level than herself.”

“Ain’t that different from today. You’re s’possed to be nice, polite, an’ obedient when the bosses an’ customers are around, or ya run risk of being sacked,” Cherry said with a shrug and a smirk. “Too bad people don’t really care about that anymore, or fear their bosses enough to behave.”

"Who r u" she demanded and flora was shocked.

"Who r u" flora asked sadly

"I am ginny blackheart" she said menacing.

Asahi shook his head, glaring up at the screen as he moved to stand, but stopped himself, instead keeping himself grounded by tightly gripping the armrests of his seat. “Okay. No, no, no, and no. Blackheart? Blackheart?” he asked, his voice growing sharper, higher. “Her name is Ginny Weasley! What is this, another ‘gothic’ retelling of Hogwarts?”

As soon as he said ‘gothic’, Briar and Cherry both got a mental image of the infamous My Immortal flashing through their minds like a hot arrow to the brain.

“God, I hope not,” Cherry muttered.

 "we dont want you here"

Sighing, Briar shook his head. “Ginny, as much as you may not want her here, it is not up to you to decide who does and doesn’t work here,” he said, the words apologetic, but the tone far from it. “That is for the Lord or Lady of the castle to decide. Which, I presume, you are not.”

Flora don't know why grinny was so mean at her i mean i was invited here to be a maid!

He sighed again, sounding more aggravated now. “Correction,” Briar said, taking in a deep breath. “You wouldn’t have been ‘invited’ to be a maid. That suggests this is a visit or a leisure position, or something of some prestige such as a lady-in-waiting. Which it is not. You were hired to serve the Lord and Lady, and their guests.”

she was scared. just then a man with black hair came down the stairs.

"It is prince harry" everyone gasped and bowed.

Cherry gave a low whistle, “Well, well,” she laughed. “Look who's climbed up in the world. From livin’ in a cupboard to ownin’ a castle. Damn.”

“Bet the Dursley’s are jealous, now,” Asahi snickered.

harry was a very handsome person. flora was surprised. harry said to ginny "stop doing this to her i was the one who invited her here" Flora blushed. ginny was angry

“Oh, boy,” Asahi smirked as he shifted and rested his chin on his hand. “I’m willing to bet that it’s not good for a maid to get angry at their Lords. That sound about right, Briar?”

“You’d be right.”

 "b-but you are the headmaster heir harry"

Laughter ceased and Cherry was the one who squinted, sounding more confused than amused, now. “Wait, is he a prince, or is he a headmaster?” she asked them. “Cause, those are two very different things.”

she said "and you are engaged to me"

"i am engaged to no one" said harry "begone ginny before i explode you"

“Not gonna lie, but havin’ the power to explode people sounds wicked,” Cherry mused, smirking as she looked over to Briar. “That a thing where you’re from? Feels like it’d be something from your world.”

Briar hummed and thought it over. “I can’t say I’ve heard of that sort of magic before, but I do know of magic similar to that.”

ginna ran away

"how can i repay you" said flora

"just be here forever and ever' breathed harry

“And you can repay me by cleaning my castle, as you were hired to do,” Asahi said, putting on an obviously fake posh accent.

~TO BE CONTINUED~ 3

AN: No this is not a joke... if yes i would have put humour tag.

“We’re still gonna treat it like it is,” Cherry declared, raising a fist to the sky. The other two made sounds of agreement, raising their own fists, but not nearly as high or with as much enthusiasm as she did.

~*floras destiny*~

“Huh,” Briar frowned, reading the title and giving a tilt of the head. “I could have sworn it was Harry’s Destiny. Seems rather… unprofessional to change titles mid-story.”

so floar is now working in the castle as a maid. harryn always talks to her became they can get along very well now. sometimes ginny look evil at her but she cant do anything because harrie is watching.

“The grammar,” Asahi groaned, rubbing at his forehead. “That alone is giving me a headache. And how many different ways is she going to spell ‘Harry’?”

“As many as it takes,” Cherry shot back. “She’s got a point to make with these names. We just don’t know what that point is.”

 still gin ny always try to be mean to flora.

"i noe u r trying to steal harry from me" she say with menacing

"no i am not" said flora scaredly. she is telling the truth!

“Ya know, there’s this magical thing called ‘capitalization’,” Cherry whispered to the screen, gesturing with her hand in a rainbow motion. “It’s where ya make the letter all grown up. Ya use it at the start of sentences, or when using proper nouns- like names! You should give it a try sometime.”

Asahi leaned over to her, whispering just as soft, as if to prevent the nonexistent other audience members from hearing. “You’re assuming a lot thinking she knows what a noun is, let alone a proper noun.”

"I see u r trying to get close to harry becuz u want to become princess of hogwarts!" ginny yell and slapped flora. just then harry appear and slap ginny.

"go away and dont hit my girlfirned" said happy "i think u r just jealous"

“I’m sorry?” Briar began, blinking, trying to work out what was going on. “I’m afraid it looks like we’ve missed a step or three. When did they become a couple?”

Asahi shrugged, “Just now. Prince Potter has decided she’s his girlfriend this very second, no one is allowed to say otherwise or it’s off with their heads.”

Ginny blakheart run away becuz she was scared. actually she just want to marry harri becuz she wants to become princess. unlike flora who actually wants to marry larry because of real.

“Because of real…?” Cherry repeated, dragging out that word in expecatnce. “Ya gonna finish that sentence, or you expect us to just fill in the blanks like some bullshit ad libs game?”

“The answer could be a number of things,” Asahi added, crossing his arms and raising a brow. “Probably not love.”

“Definitely not love,” Briar confirmed.

"lets get married flora" breatehd Harry

"Yes please" said flora

At this point, Briar frowned, not at all an unusual sight within the theater at this point, but there was a note of concern on his expression. “Do you think Harry is having breathing problems?” he asked the others. “I’ve noticed he tends to ‘breathe’ his words more than he just says them.”

“I’d wager it’s more because he’s choking on tears of despair at having to say any of this to her at all, that’s why he’s breathing the words,” Asahi replied.

to be continued!

A/N: pls dont comment on my spelling. my teacher says that good writing spelling is not most important.

“Unfortunately, your teach is lyin’ to ya if they tell you that,” Cherry countered. “No teach worth their salt is gonna say spelling is not important.”

Asahi glowered and rose to his feet, personally offended by the claim. “Spelling is very important. Frequent spelling errors distract from the story itself, it comes off as sloppy, lazy,” he said, his voice rising in volume, barely holding back from outright yelling. “Most people would drop the story after the first page or two if the spelling was as atrocious as yours. So yes,” he said, taking a step towards the screen, “spelling is really fucking important!”

Still scowling, he sank back into his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he glared up at the screen. “Obviously plot and characters are important, too. But let’s be real, you aren’t doing either of those justice, either.

if u only focus on outside u will not understand tru beauty, thats what she said. just like how a lot of ppl say the girl in my class very pretty but she has bad personalite do u like that?

“Like Asahi said, though, your plot an’ characters ain’t that great, either,” Cherry pointed out and rolled her eyes. “Though if ya wanna use that ‘pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside’ analogy, then it’s safe to say yer story is ugly both in an out.”

“That’s a bit rude,” Briar chastised.

Cherry shrugged, “Maybe, but ya gonna tell me I’m wrong?” she countered, and when Briar said nothing, gave a smirk. “Didn’t think so.”

also i asure u that flora is not mary sue. she has flaws later on u see.

“I find that hard to believe,” Asahi rolled his eyes. “You should be able to see the character is flawed from the start.”

Briar slowly stood up, stretching his arms across his chest, and arching his spine. “How do you feel about taking a short break?” he asked the other two, looking down on them from where he stood. “This has been going on for a fairly long time now, and I don’t know about you, but I need a minute to recover from this barrage of mental attacks.”

Leaping to her feet, Cherry raised her arms high into the air and popped her back. “Oh, thank god!” she groaned, “I was worried we wouldn’t get a break; I need to piss so freakin’ badly!”

“You don’t need to announce it to everyone, just go to the bathrooms,” Asahi rolled his eyes, shoving her away so he could stand up, and when he did he grimaced and groaned, “My legs are so stiff.” He’d need to take a minute to just walk, let his muscles loosen back up. This was the lovely after affect of sitting so tense for however long it had been. Maybe he’d check out that small concessions stand and get himself something to drink.

Slowly the three all slipped out from their seats, and as if aware of what was going on, the lights of the theater just as slowly brightened back on. Cherry scampered off to the singular bathroom, leaving the boys alone to stretch and walk around to the concessions.

Briar was digging through it, managing to find and pull out a bottle of water after a few moments. “I’ll admit,” he said suddenly, passing the water to Asahi before looking for another one. “This story is not nearly as bad as it could have been.”

Rolling his eyes, Asahi twisted the bottle cap, “Don’t jinx it, Makiir.”

That got a soft, singular laugh from the Huntsman. “Fair point,” he said with a soft, crooked smile, before holding out his own bottled water as if to tap bottles with Asahi. “Hope for the best, expect the worst.”

Asahi sighed, but felt his own face relax. “Hope for the best, expect the worse,” he agreed, tapping his bottle to Briar’s.

Eventually Cherry returned and raided the concessions for a snack of her own, bringing out the biggest cup of soda she could find. Briar made a jab at her for it, warning her that she might find herself needing the restroom again before long with a drink like that, but Cherry had ignored his warning with a bark of laughter, skipping off to her seat.

The boys had followed after, with a degree of more reluctance as they settled back into their seats. Just as they had made themselves comfortable, the lights dimmed once more, and the screen became alit with the story.

~ hermione and flora and harry~

the next day flora went out to do some chores and she met hermoine, a girl in love with voldemort the dark lord.

“I’m sorry, what?” Asahi asked, blinking, and when that didn’t fix things, he rubbed his eyes and squinted at the screen. No, the text stayed the same. “That doesn’t-- with Voldemort? Not Ron Weasley, her boyfriend that she later marries? She’s in love with freaking Voldemort?”

Cherry sucked her teeth, muttering a quiet ‘yikes’ as Briar made an uncomfortable face. “I’ve seen… odd couplings before. But even then this is… something else.”

harry dont like her only as friend so they dont talk a lot. hermione asnd vold talk a lot and they smile too. voldemort like her and he said he will destroy world for her.

Cherry let out a frustrated scream. “The grammar is so bad! Learn to freakin’ capitalize your letters!”

“Though, you have to give him some respect. Destroying the world solely for the one you love?” Asahi asked, looking at Briar and Cherry. “It’s not an entirely bad idea.”

Briar looked at him with an expression of concern and caution. “No,” he said in the stern kind of voice a parent used for a child. “It’s a very bad idea. Don’t do that.”

hermione shoscked and said no! u must not destroy hogwarts magic land and voldmort say ok.

“Hogwarts magic land?” Cherry rolled her eyes. “Now that’s just lazy.”

(this is story abt how voldemort become good, becuz he turn back into handsome tom ruddle and fall in luv with hermione. i will cover this in other fic more in deep later.)

“Oh, joy,” Asahi gave a smile as fake as American democracy, “There’s going to be a spinoff. Goodie.”

Cherry rolled her eyes. “I really hate that stupid trope that bein’ bad makes ya ugly, but bein’ good makes ya pretty. It’s just so… so… elitist? I dunno,” she shook her head and began waving her hands in mindless gestures. “It just justifies that stupid mindset that being pretty makes ya better than everyone else, and puts everyone’s moral value on appearance. Absolute bullshit!”

anyway they live. and then flora ask harryn 'who is she' and harry say 'voldemort and hermione'. voldemort was very handsome not as handsome as harry but still very nice looking. because she have blacky hair and black clothes like gothic. he looks very mysterious and he is a duck lord.

“Duck Lord!” Cherry announced with childish glee, putting back on that silly, posh accent. “The noble, venerable lord of the ducks! The greatest of all lordships!”

 so lfora want to know more about her! they went back.

'wher did u go' said ginny angry. hahrry slapped her becuz she not polite. everyone must be polite so that is not good manner.

Briar scowled, raised a hand, but then lowered it to the arm rest and took a very deep breath. “Raising a hand to a woman because she asked a question is not polite either,” he said, his words tense, restrained. There was clearly more he wished to say, but was keeping himself from actually saying it.

 harry and flora go upstairs. then they watch tv becauz ginn has been good girl.

“Okay, I get that TV already existed when Harry Potter took place, but I refuse to believe that they actually watch TV,” Cherry complained, throwing her hands into the air.

Asahi shook his head, “I’m still trying to figure out if this takes place in the usual wizarding world, or if it’s in some past, medieval sort of world,” he admitted and shrugged. “It’s not really clear.”

so they play together and also read story about the past teach sevrus snake. then they fall asleep but they didnt do anything naughty becase they were pure and good.

With a snort, Cherry smirked and shook her head. “I find that hard to believe,” she said, snickering. “Pure an good, wow, talk about bullshit.”

but flora cannot forget vooldemort... he seem like he is very sad. flora wans to know why..

“Curiosity is good and all, but it’s important to know when you should not get yourself involved in the business of others,” Briar cautioned. “This is one of those times.”

“In short, mind your own business,” Asahi added.

to be continued

thank u krikanalo ur reveiws r really gud and make me want continue.

“Krikanalo?” Cherry bemoaned. “Why’d ya have to do us dirty like that?”

as to the rest ok i belief spell and grammer are important but its not the most impt ok? a good story is all tht enuff.

“I disagree,” Asahi scowled, looking ready to leap from his seat and begin a tirade of complaints. But he held himself back. “Doesn’t matter how good a story idea you have if you can’t make it readable. If the spelling and grammar is awful, then that automatically makes it a shit story.”

 in future when i have prove reader they can fix all my spell mistooks so dun wurry. ill be gud righter in no time.

“Why not take the time to proofread and improve your writing yourself?” Briar asked, raising a brow. “It’d be far more beneficial to you in the long run if you learned the skills to write a great story than if you relied on others to make it good for you.”

“Cause that would take effort,” Cherry answered.

Also shes not a mary sue, later chapters will show shes flaws and she can be unkind sometimes.

“She’s barely even a character at all,” complained Asahi as he scowled at the screen and the affront that he saw the story. “We know nothing about her besides her name and that she’s a maid! What are her interests? What does she like? What kind of habits does she have? Give us something other than a stickman character!”

~ next Chapter ~ 333

flora wake up the next morning becuz the alarm bell ring without sound.

“Kinda defeats the purpose of an alarm if it ain’t making a sound,” Cherry commented.

She closed it and look at the date it was august already and it was 7 am she must go to harrys room. so She walk out with blossoming excited steps and knock on garry's door smiling happily.

“I’m fairly certain you were supposed to go to Harry’s room,” Briar said with a hint of bemusement. “He might be upset if you’ve gone to Garry’s room instead.”

“Though I’ve gotta wonder what Oak’s grandkid is doing here,” Cherry mused.

"prince Harry wake up we are going to date together today" flora smells happily

Asahi narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth a few times before finding his words. “How does one even ‘smell happily’?” he asked.

Cherry shrugged, “No idea.”

 when she knows on the door. Suddenly she heard a Crash sound! she rushed in to see harry on the floor... Gginny is sleep drugging him and is going to do things to him!

“Big yikes,” Asahi muttered.

Cherry cringed, taking hold of her pigtails and tugging. “Why does it have to go there?”

flora wants to stop her so she immediately use her inner magic!

"Avada Kedavra!" she shout and the magic blow Ginny away.

“Considering that is a killing curse, it did more than just blow her away,” Briar leaned back and nodded his head just a little. “It’s impressive she did an Unforgivable Curse with no training at all, and it truly is impressive. It’s almost as if it’s all bullshit.”

 she was shockd at her magic and how she can do it... she ran to harry and harry told her she must be an magical witch with lots of power thats y she can do magic like that...

“Considering she’s at Hogwarts, even if as a maid, I’d assume she’s a witch,” Asahi sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands that he folded together. “You’ve given us absolutely no reason to assume she’s a muggle.”

to be continued...

Chapter 5 -- Flora magicwitch

~ chapter 22 ~ flora is who? ~~~~*

“Simultaneously the fifth and twenty-second chapters. Someone truly does not understand how numbers work,” Briar commented.

“Yeah, but more importantly,” Cherry pointed at the text beside ‘22’, waving at it with emphasis. “It’s finally asking the question we've been wonderin’ from the start! Who the fuck is Flora?”

larry pull flora out and they go talk abt impt stuff.

“First she goes after Harry, then Garry, and now Larry is in her sights,” Briar listed and gave a sympathetic look to the screen. “That poor lad. He’s going to be discarded as soon as a new ‘arry’ shows up.”

“Maybe all the boys should just date each other instead,” Cherry suggested. “Better than datin’ Flora or Ginny.”

"i think u must be wtich..." he whisper in extreme softness.

“There’s nothin’ more sensual than extreme softness,” Cherry rolled her eyes.

flora Looks back with bloooming pink eyes and is surprised

“Oh, great. Her eyes are pink,” Asahi rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of the color, but soon stopped himself and brought a hand to his face. “Actually, no, I can’t complain. Briar has violet eyes. Thanks, Briar, you took away our ability to complain about weird eye colors.”

Briar looked at him, unsure how to respond. “I’m… sorry?”

"y? she asked" why do you think i Must be witch? she is scared becuz she dont know what is witch... she want to be normal with lal her frenz.

“Considering ya just used magic, a Killin’ Curse, mind you, an are surrounded by witches and wizards, you’d think that being a witch would just be obvious,” Cherry scoffed.

"becuz u use the avade kedgavra spell" he say serious looking... his eyes look at her pink eyes and sparkle with blueness. pink meets blue. everything dark and opposite.

Asahi scrunched up his face as he tried to make any sense of it. “That makes no sense. Is it because pink represents girls and blue stands for boys? But dark and opposite?” He shook his head. “No, still don’t understand whatever it is she’s trying to say.”

"but how can i b which" she say shock "i am muggle born and raised in an orphanage becuz my parents were killed at young age" she said with sad everywhere.

“Obligatory sad backstory?” Briar asked, holding up an imaginary sheet of paper and pen, pretending to check it off. “Check.”

"i am surpise too" harry say thoughting. finally he say "we must talk to my best friendn voldermort. he knows aboutwizards becuz he is also wizard n he is powerfuller"

“Ah yes, time to talk to my best friend who murdered my parents and tried to kill me when I was a baby,” Asahi mocked, shaking his head. “Totally perfectly normal things.”

"ok" say flora "and they set off"

Cherry chuckled to herself before looking over to the others. “I’m just imagining Harry starin’ at her all awkward like after she said, ‘and they set off’, cause seriously! Who verbally narrates what they do and looks normal doing it?”

“At this point he’s just entertaining her, trying to play nice,” Asahi snickered.

to be continued...

Chapter 6 - quest 2 find destiny

pls b nicer i still lerning... if any1 want to b my beta tester plz sms me and i wil let u edit script in here. i will give u lots thanks.

“I’m fairly certain a beta tester is completely different from what you’re talking about. What you’re looking for is a beta reader,” Briar pointed out, not unkindly.

“And let’s be real,” Asahi scoffed. “You’re looking at some real intensive editing.”

~ quest to find turth ~

“First it’s the quest to find her destiny, now it’s the quest for truth,” Asahi rolled his eyes. “Girl really can’t stick to a title.”

so harry and flora walk and walk to a dark cave to look for the darkn lord voldmort and hi girlfrien d hermione in te cave.

“Ya know what?” Cherry started, “Considering Voldemort’s supposed to be all nice and good now, it’s pretty rude to keep callin’ him the ‘Dark Lord’. And why are he and Hermione living out in a cave? They’ve got castles, houses, and civilization!”

“To be fair, the housing marker is murder right now, I don’t blame them for living in a cave if it’s more affordable,” Asahi shrugged.

the cave dark and gloomy and flora ver scared, her brown hair in the wind flip around a lot. suddenly have fire in the cave. flora hair look red because fire relfect in the hair and harry hair look purple

Briar sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That isn’t how colors work.”

suddenly they go look at the fire turns out it is Draco malboy! his hair look purple also

“So, is Draco now made of fire?” Cherry asked, thinking it over and nodding to herself. “Fitting, considering his name.”

Briar ignored her. “More importantly; that is not how colors work.”

"u again malfoy" said harry angry. he protective of flora. but flora knows draco is not bad boy so she give him candy and draco like her and show her the way.

“Why can’t this make sense?” Asahi complained. “Malfoy’s now able to be bribed with candy? Like a little kid?”

Cherry shrugged,” To be fair, who wouldn’t be bribed by candy?”

they walk and wlak. harry high heels clop on the ground and make loud sounds and draco say 'shhhh potter' so harry dont like mafloy...

“Okay, this is startin’ to become more an more trollish,” Cherry sighed in exasperation. “High heels? In a cave? Talk about impractical. A safety hazard if anything.”

finally in final room they see a giant squid tryin to kill voldmort and hermione! harry try explode the monster but no use... draco use fire on monster but the squid breathe fire also... so flora say "avada Kedarva' again and squib turn into nothing and puff away.

“You know that isn’t how Avada Kedavra works,” Briar began but then paused, reread the line, and shook his head. “My mistake. She’s using Avada Kedarva. A completely different spell.”

'thank u for saving us' said voldemort with happy. 'what can i do to Repay u?'

Asahi groaned, dragging a hand down his face before gesturing angrily at the screen. “I refuse to believe that Voldemort, the former Dark Lord, He Who Shall Not Be Named, the most dangerous wizard out there, had to be saved by a maid!”

“I think it’s better for all of us if we just pretend this is a different man entirely,” Briar suggested. “It’s easier than trying to consolidate the idea of a good Voldemort with the one we know.”

to be confinued...

Chapter 7 - truth abt fllra

pls dont say bad things anymore... im crying now... if u want help tell me where 2 help ok. tell me if u want 2 be betta reader.

Asahi sighed for what felt like the hundredth time, shaking his head in growing frustration. “Just do the work yourself. People have told you what’s wrong with the story; mainly the spelling and grammar is just horrendous,” he said and glared up at the screen. “Don’t be lazy. Do your own work, if you want this story to be well received, put the effort in to make it so.”

~ chapter turth abt flora ~

voldmore look with grateful at flora 'i will do anything u want' he said with sweet voice hermione look shock... but flora didnt ask him to do anything naughtie instead she asked him

Humming, Asahi leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands. “You think the author knows that Voldemort is in his seventies?” he asked the other two, paused, and then grimaced. “Actually, do you think she even cares that she’s putting a seventy-something man in a relationship with a teenager? Cause it’s kind of really gross.”

Cherry groaned, leaning back and covering her face with her hands. “I was tryin’ really hard not to think of that.”

'i want to know about my past' she saids 'why do i noe avada kedavra spell? am i witch' she added very imptly

“Imptly,” Cherry uncovered her face to nod along with the story. “The most stressful of feelin’s. I should know, I’ve been feelin it since comin’ in here.”

voldmod sighed dispapointed and told flora 'u r actually the ddaughter of the immoralts zeus and aprodite... they r actually even greater witchgods than me...

Briar slowly raised his hand, and then moved to point two fingers at the screen. “I have a lot of questions now,” he began. “First; why are they bringing Greek mythology into this? Why is Voldemort being referred to as a ‘witchgod’? And why Zeus and Aphrodite out of everyone in the massive pantheon?”

“I mean, for the last one? I have somewhat of an idea,” Asahi offered, waiting until that violet gaze was on him to continue. “Zeus is King of the Gods for the Greeks. He’s very important. Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love and Beauty, so any writer wanting to emphasize how lovable and beautiful their character is would want her. So, for the sake of ego and vanity; child of Zeus and Aphrodite. No idea about the witchgod thing with Voldemort.”

Cherry smirked a little, shifting in her seat so she could bring her legs up, drawing her knees up to her chest as she thought it over. “It’s a wonder Hera hasn’t made any attempt to kill her yet, then,” she mused. “She isn’t exactly known for being nice to her stepkids.”

 this is y avada kedvar spell is actually have easy for u'' he said

“No,” Asahi shook his head. “That doesn’t explain why she knows the spell at all.”

flora is shocked 'then y am i muggle born? how come i cdont know anything' she cried and stepped behind... harry hold her before she can fall into the hot larva by accidentally with wrong step down...

There was a collective pause, they looked at each other and gestured mutely to the screen a few times, words shared in silence. A few seconds passed and then Cherry broke it.

“Did we miss something?” she asked, waving an arm to the screen. “Where the fuck did the lava come from?”

“I was wondering that too! Did we just gloss over there being lava in this place?” Asahi stood up, walked up to the table that had the letters, separating them from the screen. “Where is the stupid rewind button, I want to know if it even mentioned lava and we just missed it.”

Before he could actually climb over the table, Briar got up and pulled him back. His grip on his arm was tight, but not painful, just firm enough that Asahi wouldn’t be able to break free as he was pulled back to the seats. “Look, the lava isn’t that important,” the Huntsman said, forcing Asahi to sit back down. “Let’s just continue moving forward so we can finish this story.”

'walk with careful flora' said harry warning... flora say 'ok' and turn back to voldmort "y...'

"when zeus and aprodite were young they were killed by my evil clone thanatos' said volmortd sad sad 'he want to take over world so he kill zeus and aphrodite so u r now orphan and put in orphange to become muggle born' he added sad sad.

Finally getting Asahi to settle back down in his seat and letting go, Briar turned to the screen and furrowed his brows. “There are so many things with that one, I don’t even know where to start.”

Cherry sighed, gripping her pigtails and tugging on them again, “Someone really doesn’t get how this works. Ya can’t just ‘become’ a muggle, muggle-born, whatever. Especially not if your parents are gods. Muggles an’ all that is a race thing, not a lifestyle,” she said, and then tugged harder on her own hair.

For a moment, the guys were worried she was going to pull her own hair out, and if she did, Asahi didn’t have the slightest idea what to do if that happened.

Thankfully, her grip loosened before blood could splatter, but the frustration didn’t leave her face. “Second; Thanatos isn’t evil. Just cause he’s a Death God doesn’t make him bad,” she let go of her hair completely to lean forward in her seat. “Last? Way to fuckin’ steal Harry’s backstory. Couldn’t go with ‘left with relatives’ so ya dropped her off in an orphanage, but still, ya couldn’t be original, could ya?”

flora sink to knee level and everything went dark.. she was sad.

“Being sad is kind of an understatement,” Asahi pointed out. “I think she’d feel more than just sad in that position.”

to be continued...

Chapter 8 - the REAL truth1!

“So has everything we read up until now just been a lie?” Briar asked with a raised brow as he crossed his legs. “To be honest, there are some things I really wouldn’t mind having been a lie in this story.”

“Same,” Cherry agreed, “Namely the witchgods.”

pls dont b rude... it make me very sad if u curse me to die... its not very nice... if u dont like then just tell me... i will stop and go away ok i noe u all mad at me...

Sighing, Briar ran a hand through his hair and looked down. “Well, she has me feeling guilty for my actions and words,” he admitted. “I suppose it’s easy to forget she’s just a human with feelings and thoughts when all we’ve done was read words on a screen.”

Asahi reached over to grab him by the shoulders and give a hard shake. “Don’t let her trap you in guilt. Don’t fall for it.”

~chapter the REAL truth~

fiona is alone at home...

As Asahi and Briar debated the moral conflict of what they were doing, Cherry just focused on the story, tilted her head, and gave a hum.

“Fiona? Spellin’ error or new character?” she asked no one in particular. “I’m hoping it’s a new character. I’d like for it to be Princess Fiona, cause Shrek is Life. But I don’t want her character to be sent through a meat grinder if she shows up. Besides, there’s like a nine-in-ten chance this is just Flora, somehow misspelled.”

She paused, looked back at the guys. They were still arguing over whether to feel guilty or not for the insults and cruelty. “You two aren’t even listenin’, are ya?” she asked and rolled her eyes when they did not respond.

But soon she was smirking. If they weren’t going to pay attention willingly, then she’d just have to make them.

Pulling a rubber band from one of her pigtails, she let the hair come free as she did a finger gun and situated the band on her thumb, aiming with the forefinger. Pulling tight, she smirked, took in one deep breath, and let the band go flying.

“Ow! What the hell?”

It struck its mark on Asahi’s neck.

Both men looked to her, and Cherry held up her hands innocently, still smiling like the cat who got the cream, “You weren’t payin’ attention,” she defended herself against Asahi’s glare and Briar’s questioning gaze. “Had to get your attention somehow.”

Grumbling, Asahi turned to look at the screen and rub at the red mark on his neck. “Next time just tap us or something,” he muttered.

she sit on the window legde thinking about her life... hwo can she be witchgod? she cannot be. she have grow old and all... witch cannot grow old right? so she cannot be iwitch...

Briar gave Asahi a fleeting, sympathetic look before glancing back at the story, narrowing his eyes as he thought things over. “I don’t quite know how things work here. But back home, with the right spells, a mage can slow their aging down substantially. It’s not an immortality spell, and they will grow old, but it takes much longer.”

“Harry Potter wizards grow old, too. They just live a few decades longer,” Cherry added.

just then she hear someone high hells clip clip clop on theh ground outside her rom. she open the door and see harry!

Asahi felt his shoulders sag in defeat. “They’re never going to explain why he’s wearing high heels, are they?”

“Do they need to?” Cherry asked. “If he wants to wear heels, let him. Doesn’t need to be a reason.”

"hello flora i know u must be here" he say pheasantly. flora smile a bit sadly but she dont know what to say. finally she determine that she want to know the truth.

"i think voldmort jmust be lying" she say strong.

“Look, if you’re that upset about it, just take a blood test or something,” Asahi sighed. “Or just accept that there’s something weird and move on with your life.”

Briar nodded. “Sometimes it’s okay to not have answers. You don’t always need to know everything, especially not if it stresses you out like this.”

“But then where is the drama?” Cherry countered. “There’s got to be drama or it ain’t fun.”

harry figdet nervous... "why would he lie?"

"there is no such thing as zeus and aprodite' she say angry. 'you must be lying together with vold mort because u dont want me to know te truth'

“Careful, Flora,” Briar warned. “He’s still the prince-slash-headmaster, an heir. You don’t want to anger the one who can fire you and worse.”

“What’s even worse than firing?” Asahi asked.

Briar stared at him with a hard, hollow look. “A lot.”

'then what is the truth!' harry shout back with nasty in the air.

Cherry grimaced. “Dontcha just hate it when the nasty gets in the air? Really ruins your day.”

flora say

'i remember now... ia am actually daughter of dumbledora and mcgonnagal." she say. she can finally remember her mother and father golden hairs.

The theater filled with laughter as Asahi doubled over, his shoulders shaking, his back trembling as he cackled. “Dumbledore and McGonagall? Dumbledore and McGonagall?” he asked, looking up to wipe a tear away from his eye. “Please tell me, when was this fic made? Before or after her attempted retcon?”

Cherry hummed and thought over, “Pretty sure after.”

That only made Asahi laugh harder. “So she was well aware that Dumbledore is gay, yet she still had him get together with McGonagall? Man, that’s hilarious,” he cackled. “And she used Minerva McGonagall as Aphrodite? Minerva? The woman named after Athena, a Goddess who did not like Aphrodite?”

He wheezed, and Briar reached over to pat his back as he began choking on air.

to be continue...

Chapter 9 THE QUEST LEGECY

ooo the quest for legacy ooo

the next day flora decide to set off for finding out past. she want to find her mom and dad dumblodorr and mcgonnald in the desert becuz she can feel that they are there

Asahi was still struggling with his laughter, and Briar was still rubbing his back to help him calm down, but he looked up at the screen and quirked an eyebrow. “I can see why some people would love to be able to magically know where their parents were. Not for me, but I know some would want that power.”

“I’d have loved it as a tyke,” Cherry shrugged. “Not so much now.”

"how r u so sure" say harry

"becuz i can feel them, i am there daughter" she smile happy

“That’s…” Asahi struggled, still wheezing for breath. “That’s not how blood ties work…”

finally when they reach the desert there r huge bunch of thugs... harry immedately protect flora

"run away flora" said happy with his huge wand sword ready in front of him "i will hold them off"

Briar frowned. “A wand-sword? I am intrigued.”

“Is it a itty-bitty, wand sized sword?” Cherry asked. “Or is it a long, long, sword-lengthed wand?”

"no marry" she gasp

“The newest addition to the ‘arry’ squad, welcome,” Asahi, having recovered from his fit, clapped. “But honestly, with how many times Potter’s name has been forgotten, I’m surprised he’s not offended.”

the thug slash at harpy and harryn dodged... another thug grab flora and smerk at her with a laughing face

“Huh,” Cherry hummed. “A laughin’ face is a weapon now… Asahi, next time you have a have a laughin’ fit, direct it at yer enemies. You can beat people up with it, apparently.”

He chuckled and nodded, “I’ll keep it in mind.”

"hell pretty little girl" he say with a smile...

"dont touch her shes my girflriend!" harry scream but the other thug kick him in his tummy...

Asahi rolled his eyes, “Oh, no, not the tum-tum,” he snarked. “Man’s one weakness!”

“Good thing I am no man,” Cherry smirked and jabbed a thumb at herself. “I’m immune to the tum-tums.”

what can flora do?

“Probably nothing useful,” Cherry said as the last of the text went by.

The lights came back on, slow enough for their eyes to adjust. The three sat there, leaned back in their chairs, snacks gone and all of them mentally exhausted from this ride. They sat for a solid moment in the silence before Cherry raised her head to speak up.

“So, final thoughts?”

Asahi frowned, groaning, his head practically overflowing with more thoughts than he could keep track of. He raised his hand. “Let’s see… the grammar is horrible, as is the spelling. There seems to be absolutely no understanding of how Hogwarts, of the Harry Potter universe for that matter, works. You’re left to assume this is an AU, but then she does things that makes you think it’s supposed to be set in the canon world, which just makes it worse,” he paused, just trying to sort out the many, many sins this story committed was a struggle. “Stupidity in relationships, characters just being butchered, inability to write a simple name such as ‘Harry’ right, and so many more.”

He stopped, sighed, and looked at the others. “Is it bad that I know this is hardly the worst?

Cherry shuddered at the idea of being put through something worse, and he swore he saw Briar pale.

“At least we can agree this one was bad?” the supposed Huntsman asked, Both Briar and Cherry nodded to that. “At least it was short.”

With that, he got up from his seat, adjusting the cuffs off his gloves and stretching, the joints popping audibly. After a few moments, he lowered his arms and turned to the others. “Well, see you guys next week?”

Asahi raised a brow as he and Cherry looked at one another and then at the man.

“You wanna do this again?” Cherry asked.

“It wasn’t the worst thing out there, I’m sure we’ve all gone through something worse than a bad story,” he answered and gave a soft shrug. “We get food and some coin, and I do have free time.”

With that, he said his goodbye and headed out, disappearing through the doorway as it loudly shut behind him.

Asahi frowned. Did he want to go through this again? Sit in a theater with two people he didn’t know? He had plenty of free time, yes. But he had a meticulous schedule to keep to, too. Asahi was very particular about making sure to spend as much of his time as possible with Mitsuru, and spending time here cut into time with her.

But, he had to admit, Briar had a point. It wasn’t that bad. A couple of hours once or twice a week, some free food, and they get paid. That was money he could spend towards Mitsuru. And, well, he was a bit curious about this whole multiverse thing.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to come back, at least for a little bit. It wasn’t as if he was contractually obligated to keep coming back.

“Well, see ya next week,” Cherry said, patting him on the shoulder as she passed, making her choice clear for him as she also left.

Asahi sighed, a small hint of a smile starting to show. “See you next week,” He agreed.

#Harry Potter #Fanfiction #MST3k Style Riffing #MST

[married-to-google-translater]

If requests are still open, can I request headcannons of Lilia taking care of the reader that turned into a child from a potion (perhaps with Ace and Deuce being the cause of it?) while Crewel makes an antidote?

Hhhhhhmmmmmm This reminded me of something... have you ever heard of Child au?

It's like Eevee. It has a fucking many evolutions, but I'll explain it briefly.

That is, Lilia makes soup with a lost magic potion that turns all the boys into children. Mc also drinks this soup but the effects come later than the others and also Mc eventually turns into a child. And why I am telling this to you? Well in one of these evolutions, Mc has been a child while the other boys are in their normal father and now the boys have to take care of Mc.

And it’s a canon that Lilia wants to take care of Mc really hard but Mc is afraid of Lilia because vampires are scary. So I’m writing an idea around this concept.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia: Of course Ace I can take care of Mc. All kids love me.

Child Mc: *Hangs on Ace's leg because they doesn't want to be left with Lilia alone* I don't.

Lilia: But you will love when you understand how good food I can make.

Silver: *whisper* Don't worry Ace we won't let mc eat the food made by Lilia.

And so Lilia is left to take care of Mc.

Which is really hard at first because Mc is afraid of Lilia.

Because they think vampires are really scary.

And Lilia tries his best to make him seem less scary.

(He wears pink and fluffy clothes to show that he's just an innocent vampire)

It takes a long time for Mc to start trusting him.

Usually Mc spends time with other Diasomnia members.

But Lilia won't give up.

He is patient and has free candy.

All kids love free candy right?

Lilia No

But in the end, Lilia’s patience pays off.

( Silver tells all her nice childhood stories and how good Dad Lilia is)

And when Mc starts liking Lilia they don’t want to let go.

Lilia is really excited.

The other boys really aren’t. They are jealous.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagine #twst imagines #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge imagine #lilia vanrouge imagines #child au #ace trappola #ace trappola imagines #silver imagines #silver #silver imagine #twst silver

[urimaginespimp]

Dare Coupons and Wrong Ideas

2nd and last part of A Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas (Read this first to know what’s going on)

Bucky x Reader + Avengers still thinking you slept together

A/N: I didn’t expect a lot of you would enjoy the first part so as requested, here’s a follow up!

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When you woke up, you were alone in your room, and it was already the next day. You only have small recollections of Bucky constantly checking your temperature, feeding you soup, and making you take medicine.

Your cheeks flushed at the memory that he had to only be in his boxer briefs because your AC had to be off or else you would’ve frozen to death.

Plugging your phone as the battery was about to drain, you saw that it had numerous messages from the team – some were saying congratulations to you and Bucky, Wanda was asking you for details, Sam was thanking you for making him 50 bucks richer, and Tony was saying you owe him money.

You didn’t think finally getting along with Bucky was that big of a deal for everyone. Chuckling, you decided to hop in the shower before getting some breakfast.

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“I told you, nothing happened.” Bucky was scowling at Sam who was ignoring him for the nth time that morning.

“I remember you also insisting you didn’t like Star Wars, then I caught you ordering Baby Yoda merchandise on Amazon. So, forgive me if I’d rather hear about what we saw yesterday from your new girlfriend.” Sam smirked, not looking up from his phone.

The rest of the team in the kitchen snickered. They were not giving him the chance to explain himself since he got there. Steve has warned them that he’s prone to lie and get defensive when he’s embarrassed.

Huffing in annoyance like a child, he sunk in his seat thinking of ways he could convince them that he was telling the truth, when you finally appeared.

“Good morning.” You mumbled a small greeting and made your way to the cupboards to get some cereal. He noted that you look a lot better than yesterday, and that you just showered.

Heading to the table, bowl in your hands, Nat gestured for you to sit between her and Wanda, and across from Steve, Clint, and Tony. Taking your seat, you scanned who else was on the long dining table, and your eyes landed on Bucky who was five seats away from Steve, and next to him was Sam, and Peter.

You gave Bucky a small smile as a thank you, mentally noting that you had to thank him personally in private later. But unbeknownst to you, the rest of the team took this as a “moment” and were exchanging meaningful looks, except for Tony.

Bucky returned the smile, grateful that you were finally here to clear things up for everyone and prove that he was telling the truth. But then Sam just had to be a villain.

“Hey tinman. I still have 3 dare coupons from you last Christmas. Now I dare you to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the morning.” He said in a low voice, raising his brows when Bucky was about to protest.

“Fine.” he huffed.

“All’s clear!” Sam said loudly, making you jump a little from your seat. What was that about?

“So... Y/N.” Steve started speaking, making you look up to him. “Bucky, huh? Who knew?”

“I know, right?” you smiled at him. So, you and Bucky finally getting along was that big of a deal for them. Maybe it was for team morale.

Nat cleared her throat before turning to you with a grin. “Sam, Steve, and I went to your room yesterday to check on you after FRIDAY said you haven’t been out of your room all morning. And uh, well a partially dressed Bucky greeted us.”

Looking across you again, Steve, Clint and Tony were also looking at you expectantly. You get how it must’ve been confusing why he had to take care of you in only his boxer briefs.

“Oh, I was actually the one who told him to just take it off. It was just getting too hot for him.” You shrugged and missed how Peter spat milk from his seat, and Sam telling him to keep it together.

“So how was he?” Wanda couldn’t keep herself from sounding too eager to know. You raised a brow in confusion at her but answered.

“Honestly, I didn’t know he could be that gentle.” You thought back to how Bucky was gentle and patient in taking care of you.

“Oh wow.” Wanda responded; eyes wide.  Steve was turning red and was now avoiding making eye contact.

Bucky was smirking from his seat. At first, he thought it was going to be more embarrassing for him, but now he was actually enjoying how the team was torn between wanting to know more, and trying to spare themselves the visuals of their friends going at it.

“How would you uh... rate him.” Wanda asked again, making Vision nudge her for the question.

“Well, it did seem like he knew what he was doing. I’d say he has a lot of experience. I'd give it a ten.” You nodded at her, smiling at the thought of how the brooding guy could’ve once been the main caretaker for his sick siblings.

Bucky coughed to mask him laughter, making Sam glare at him.

“How are you now? Is the soreness gone?” It almost pained Clint to even ask that, but he knew everybody else was dying to ask.

“I’m still a bit sore, and my throat does hurt a little still, but nothing some more rest would get rid of.” you shrugged.

Tony turned his attention to Bucky, glaring. “Might have to ask him for tips then.” Clint replied, clearing his throat.

“There’s a kid here, you guys. Keep it down.” Steve warned all of you, referring to how Peter was also in the room, listening to the entire conversation.

“What, I think Pete here could also get some tips.” You replied. Why wouldn’t Steve want Peter to know how to take care of sick people? It’s not like it’s entirely different from how they do it today.

Sam choked on his toast, and it was now Peter's turn to mockingly tell him to keep it together.

“Let me just ask this. Is this a one-time thing?” It was now Tony’s time to ask. He’s always treated you like a daughter, so he wasn’t a big fan of you and Bucky getting together.

You didn’t think Tony was gonna be mad at you for getting sick. This hurt you a little, but you understand that it was your own stupidity that got you sick in the first place. It would’ve been bad if you had to miss a mission.

“I hope so? I really don’t want to miss any missions because I can barely move any muscles. I’m sorry, Tony.” You gave him a guilty look. “But it’s nice to know I could count on Bucky whenever I need any help.” You continued.

The rest of the team, shifted in their seats from cringing at what you just said.

Sam turned to a smirking Bucky. “You’re disgusting.” he said to him.

You finally turned your attention to Bucky. “Anyway, I never got to thank you this morning because when I woke up you were gone.” you smiled at him.

“WHAT?” Nat spoke loudly from beside you.

“You left before she woke up?!” Tony exclaimed. Steve glared at his friend, disappointed that he’d do such thing. The rest of the team were also scowling at him.

“It’s no big deal you guys, he had to stay up all night.” you defended Bucky, making him shake in his seat from now full-on laughing.

“You think this is funny, Barnes?!” Tony got up from his seat to stalk towards him. You got up as well to diffuse the situation.

“Woah, woah, woah. Why are you guys so mad at him?” you asked, standing beside Bucky who was still losing his shit on his seat.

“We know he’s been crushing on you, but he can’t just sleep with you and leave you like that!” Tony was all red from anger.

You paused from where you were standing to take in what he meant. And when it finally sank in why they were all acting so strange, you joined Bucky in laughter.

You rested your hand on Bucky’s shoulder for support, tears brimming your eyes from laughing too hard.

The team was now looking at you both in confusion.

“You thought we slept together?” You asked in between laughter.

“Well, what the hell could all of this have meant?!” Clint asked from his seat.

“I was sick and Bucky was nursing me.” you explained, composing yourself.

“Why was he in his underwear then? Because I do not need to know that you guys were role playing.” Sam interjected, a sour look on his face.

“My AC was off because I was too cold. I got sick because I raced you under a thunderstorm the night before, remember?” you said looking at Sam.

Collective Ohs were heard in the room.

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That afternoon, you were peacefully reading a book on your bed when you heard small knocks on your door.

“Come in.” you said out loud.

The door opened softly and Bucky came in with a smile on his face. “Hey, doll. How are you feeling?”

“I’m actually doing a lot better, Buck. Why, are you planning to strip off to your undies if I were sick again?” you joked, patting on a space infront of you on the bed.

“If you wanted me to so badly, all you have to do is ask, Y/N.” He chuckled and sat in front of you.

“Our friends are ridiculous.” You laughed, thinking back to what happened this morning.

“I know.” He nodded. “They got one thing right though.” he smiled at you again.

“And that is...?”

“I have been crushing on you.” He admitted, his cheeks turning a tinge of pink.

“So, I was right to tease you before.” you smiled smugly.

“Shut up.” he looked down, feeling your sheets in between his fingers.

“If it makes you feel any better, I am attracted to you too.” you admitted, and a boyish smile stretched on his lips.

“Was you being sick all a ploy to get me in my underwear?” he teased, and you smacked him playfully with a pillow near you. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

A comfortable silence passed, both of you just grinning, avoiding eye contact.

“You know, I never got to properly thank you for taking care of me.” You broke the silence.

“How could you ever repay me?” he asked in an exaggerated tone.

“Would a kiss from your crush, suffice?” you teased again, wiggling your brows playfully.

“Hey, you just said you like me too!” He defended himself. “But, yes.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Fine.” you playfully rolled your eyes before leaning in.

His lips were softer than you expected, and you could tell that he was smiling. Pulling you closer to him, both of you were getting carried away from what was supposed to be a quick peck, and missed to hear the creak from your door opening.

“I knew it!” A booming voice cut you both off. Head snapping to the doorway, Sam was standing there with a smug look on his face before leaving and letting the entire compound know that you were both lying that morning.

“Who’s gonna believe us now?” you let out a soft chuckle.

“I guess I have to ask you out on a date now, huh.” Bucky was grinning at you, playfulness lacing his tone.

“Oh, how inconvenient for you.” you gave his lips a quick before finally moving away, giggling.

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Special tag bc they asked for pt 2:

@coffeebooksandfandom @harrystylesandthegoobs

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HAVE A GREAT DAY!

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[yuzu-yori]

Obey Me x Male Reader When You Get Sick

Lucifer

He would scold you if you getting sick was the cause of a dumb reason

But if you did get sick without you or him knowing the reason why then he would still scold you

After 4 hours of Lucifer scolding you he would take care of you

He would make you take your medicine

If you’re picky about your medicine and don’t want to take it he would shove the spoon down your throat....only the medicine not the spoon

But if you do take it without complaining (please tell me how people take it without getting disgusted or vomiting) then he that wouldn’t trouble his am much

Overall he would treat you like the king you are

He would attend to all your needs. Want water? He’s already here he even has sparkling water, flavor water and normal water?

Want to read manga? On his way

Want to watch anime? He has Crunchyroll and Funmation

Want an Ash Lynx figure all the way from Tokyo Japan that probably costs a lot of yen? He’s on his way to Japan (ok but like I just want a Ash related item)

He will only give you water and soup but he will let you pick the soup you want

He honestly cares about you a lot and gets worried every time you get sick

He will not care but he will hold you while you both are laying down

The only day he asked Diavolo for a break

He will even ignore Mammon’s antics for you

He will prepare you a nice warm bath with bubbles if you want

He will even help you if you wish him to

If you are throwing up he will leave a garbage can near you

If you have a high fever he will turn a fan on

If you have a sore throat he will make you hot tea

Honestly he’s on if the best people to take care of you when you’re sick

Mammon

He will be too scared to not listen to you I’m fear of his head getting ripped off

He will throw the medicine at you if you are vomiting he’ll even push a trash can your way

If you have a sore throat he will mess up making you tea so he’ll beg to Lucifer to make you tea

He’ll be lazy to even get you some water

He will only cuddle you not caring if he got sick too

Honestly he would only throw you medicine but will cuddle with you for him to relax with you

He will only get you unhealthy snacks and watch TV with you

But he has to decide the movie or else he’ll get bored and talk throughout the whole movie (I hate when people do that)

When he decides which movie he wants you both get comfortable

If you get sleepy he will shake you awake

Honestly he is the worst person to take care of you when you’re sick

He will only cuddle you and shake you awake

The only reason he acts like this because Lucifer has never taught him how to take care of a sick person

He genuinely does get concerned

He shakes you awake because he’s scared you’re not going to wake up

He is always paranoid since he sees sad and scary movies about a sick person dying

He wants you to be safe and healthy at all times

He will literally build you a pillow fort

He will get some board games he bought with your money

He will let you wear his jacket if you don’t cough, sneeze or throw up in it

He will tell you stories about what he did like how he “won” a gamble

The only story you believed is when Lucifer hanged him upside down at the top of RAD

You giggled about the funny stories hoping you got to see Mammon being hanged upside down the top of RAD

You wondered how troublesome Mammon can be well get

You even thought was there ever a time Mammon was serious besides losing Goldie

He can be great at doing fun actives but giving you medicine was mediocre

He honestly preferred you taking your own medicine if you didn’t take it he would whine and complain for you to take it

Levi

He gave you your medicine but then it was you and him watching anime and playing video games

If you played a racing game he might go easy on you

Doesn’t want you to cough on him

He will compare anime characters that’s have died over a sickness to you

“But he died over a sickness!” “What if you do too?!”

You were honestly annoyed and paranoid

He would let you cuddle with his ruri Chan pillow if you don’t cough, sneeze, or vomit on it

He will bring lots of pillows and blankets since his bed is a bathtub

He will have his room all dark if you have a headache

He will even try to clean his room for you (if that isn’t true love idk what is)

He will cuddle with you and stroke you hair

He will watch anime any you want with you

He’ll even watch Banana Fish with you even though that show causes you pain throughout and after you’re done watching it (it’s been two months still not over it)

But he will not let you touch his figures since he cherishes them a lot

He will not let you leave his room unless you have to go to the bathroom

Overall he would be great at taking care of you

But he will let you eat whatever you want

Satan

He would be one of the best people to take care of you

First he sees if it isn’t a some kind of sickness in Devildom that might harm you

When he sees that it isn’t he’s relieved

He will give you your medicine

If you don’t take it he will start getting mad since he’s the Avatar Of Wrath

If you do take the medicine without complaining (unlike complaining) he will be very proud of you

He is very protective of you so he will keep a close eye on you making sure your condition doesn’t get worst

He will read to you books, any book you want like, he will literally have the book there so he doesn’t have to go out and buy it because he’ll have it

Want him to read to you Catcher in Rye he will read it to you

Any manga book he will read it to you

Because he’s got it

He will also bring you food but he would only bring you healthy food

He was scared that your condition might worsened

He will give you a massage if you wanted him to

He will try to be patient with you since he is the Avatar of Wrath

He will stop trying to make Lucifer’s life horrible and only will only take care of you

But literally is the best person to keep you alive while you’re sick

Asmo

He under any circumstance will not go near you

He will literally throw your medicine at you

If he does go close to you he will have what looks like an astronaut suit but pink and with glitter on it

He will literally overreact

He will think you’re a living germ

He will shriek if you threw up in-front of him

He will make get Barbatos come over and take care of you

He will sleep in another room far away from yours

In the end when you get better he will cuddle with you and invite you to a spa

Beel

The poor guy just wanted you to feel better

He did anything you wanted

He brought you as much food you wanted

He tried not to eat it

He will cuddle you and politely ask you if you can take your medicine

If you say no he will get his scary aura and make you drink it

He’s doing this because he wants you to get better

He will not allow any of the brothers except Belphie to come in

He will wrap you in many blankets so you’re not cold

If you feel warm he’ll get as many fans to keep you cool

He will get you so many snacks that they will be a lot of leftovers

He will stop eating the entire fridge just for you

He will not let you out if the room he’ll eg you not to go and if you do he’ll simply give you puppy eyes

He will hold you the entire time he doesn’t care if you get sick

You matter a lot to him you’re his prince and he’ll do anything to make you feel better

Belphie

He will scare you into you taking your medicine

He will cuddle you since he doesn’t care if he gets sick

He’ll get you some food but the rest he’s lazy to do

Like Beel’s he will not let anyone bother you

Only Beel gets to stay

He’s very protective of you and doesn’t want your condition to worsen

He will yell at Lucifer to get you whatever you want

He will wrap you in so many blankets an pillow you will think it’s just a pile of blankets and pillows

He will give you one of his pajamas and hoodies for you to warm

If you’re too hot (not that way but you guys are hot boys) he will open a window and steal a fan from one of the brothers

He will do anything just for you to feel better and get better

Simeon

He would be so gentle with you

If you have a headache/migraine he will give you a head massage, his touch is so gentle almost like a flower petal’s touch

He will keep Luke quiet for you not to get annoyed

He will help Luke make sweets for you

For example like cake or cupcakes/ and if you don’t like sweets he would make you your favorite food

He would get you as many blankets you needed or pillows

He will get you your medicine and a warm towel if you have a headache

He doesn’t care if he gets sick he will hug you if you want/need one

He will not let any of the brothers bother you and will take you to Purgatory Hall since it’s more quieter there

He would do anything for you, he would treat you with respect like he always does

He would wake up in the middle of the night if you ever needed anything

If you couldn’t attend school he would make an extra copy of notes and help you with your assignments and homework so you’re not behind school work

He will hold you close to him if you’d like. He just wants you to feel loved and for you to get better

Solomon

He would be the worst to take care of you at first.

He will try to get you to take a potion he made, but you didn’t trust him

So he decided to just buy you regular medicine (which he had to go to the human world to get you some)

Had Simeon and Luke attend to you while he was out getting you medicine and other things to make you feel better.

He would always say “Are you sure you don’t want me to make you a potion Mc?”

Of course you would decline you didn’t want any side effects to go along with the potion

He would tease you sometimes but not too much to the point you’re annoyed/hurt

Please don’t be too hard on him he mostly just takes medicine and continues to what he was doing

He really does care for you he’s just not used to taking care of another person other than himself.

He would ask Simeon if he could cook you something since he isn’t the best at cooking

He would try his best to make you feel comfortable, he’ll give you more pillows and blankets and if you’re too hot then he would get a fan or open a window

He would prepare you a bath and ask if you needed help

If you said yes he would wash your hair softly and would massage your head. He would be very careful washing your body, he touches you as if you were fragile as glass.

He would even add whatever scent you wanted or nothing special if you wish

If you said no to him helping you he will understand and just help you run the bath while he exits the bathroom and waits patiently for you.

When you’re done or both of you are done, he would ask if you wanted to see a show/movie

If you said yes he would put whatever you like

If you said no he would stay by your side just massaging your hair or not if you don’t want him to

Luke(for Luke you’re like a big brother to him)

He would freak out at first thinking you were dying.

You had to calm him down and just tell him you got sick

But he asked a lot of questions like

“What kind of sickness?”

“Is it deadly?!”

“Will you die?!”

He was very worried since you’re like a big brother to him

He would bake you anything you want

He would ask Simeon for help which Simeon would happily help

He would always ask you every time “Are you feeling better?”

Please don’t yell or snap at him he will cry and get scared of you”

You’re like a big brother to him and the only one who was never mean to him just because of his height and how small he is

He would be scare to hug you though since he doesn’t want to get sick.

But he will be close by you, he will sit in a chair by your bed or on the floor.

He’ll even get board games for you to play with (i don’t even know if there’s board games in Devildom)

He’ll even watch a movie with you it can be scary but he will probably cry.

At night when you’re asleep he will stay by your side and always make sure if you’re doing okay”

When you get better then he will hug you a lot since he couldn’t do that when you were sick”.

“So big brother can you teach me (or help if you don’t know how to cook)cook?

He missed you a lot

I’m very sorry I couldn’t post I have been recently failing and I needed to improve my grades. I hope you enjoyed

#fanfic #writing #obey me brothers x male reader #obey me #male reader #mammon obey me #lucifer obey me #beel obey me #asmo obey me #satan obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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Baby you | Tom Felton x Reader

Pairing: Tom Felton x Reader

Words: 1,637

Warning: none. just fluff

Author’s note: Sorry for the long wait, I was on a hiatus. I had to figure out a few things in my life and focus on my mental health. 

Hospitals have always been one of my least favorite places on the planet. When a family member or acquaintance had a kid, I didn't even want to go there. I felt sick to my stomach from the scent of antiseptics and the notion that someone could be dying in one of the rooms, so I tried to stay away from the building as much as possible. But right now, I'm sitting in the waiting room, staring at half-white, half-sage green walls, trying to take in as little air as possible to avoid the stench of antiseptics and my excessively protective boyfriend freaking out next to me. 

"How many times do I have to tell you that you need to be more cautious?" Tom sighs and fidgets with his watch on his wrist, checking the time every second and blaming the ER nurses and physicians for their slow job. "We've been here for more than a half-hour and no one has bothered to inquire as to what we're waiting for.”

"Tom, I have a sprained ankle, but I'm not going to die. Calm down, just because you're impatient doesn't mean they can work faster," I say as I roll my eyes and gaze around the waiting area, attempting to figure out why people are there. He groans and gets up to find a nurse or a doctor who can finally check on my leg. I take a big breath and rub my temples. Deep down, I'm glad he went to see a doctor because my ankle has swollen and become more painful than it was when we arrived. I would never have given him the satisfaction of being correct about me pushing my limits too hard and refusing to accept when my body attempts to tell me to stop or not do anything, putting me in situations like the one I'm in now. When I tried the online yoga session, it was meant to be a simple assignment, and I carefully followed every instruction, but my body was still fatigued and stiff from the hiking the day before. And, of course, my obstinate arse refused to listen to Tom when he advised me to take a break and try the class again a few days later. 

He sits down next to me and takes my hand in his, massaging the back of it with his thumb. "Alright, a nurse will be with us shortly," he says. Without saying anything, I kiss his shoulder and express my gratitude for his kindness and affection. "You don't have to hide it; I can tell how much pain you're in right now just by looking at the size and colour of your ankle, dear." 

I roll my eyes and lie my head on his shoulders, smelling his wonderful aroma and listening to his slow breathing. I attempt to ignore the puzzled looks of onlookers and patients who recognise him and are undoubtedly trying to figure out why he's there and with whom. We never told the gossip-hungry social media users and the deceitful newspapers about our relationship. Only those who were close to us knew about us, and we want it that way. 

"Miss Y/L/N, please come with me," a middle-aged nurse says, smiling gently and directing us to the examination room, where a doctor is already waiting for us. Tom assists me in standing and sitting up in bed, and then graciously moves away to give the nurse and doctor more room.

"What appears to be a problem, Miss Y/L/N?" He gets up from his desk and walks over to me, where he sits on a little stool and gently touches my ankle, causing me to groan in pain.

"She felt it would be a good idea to try an online yoga class with no prior experience in either an online class or yoga," Tom says, looking at me and then at the doctor.

"On my own, I can tell him what's wrong." I give my lover a mischievous scowl before returning my gaze to the doctor, who is attempting to examine my ankle without further injuring it. "But in a nutshell, that's what happened, huh”

"All right, let me see that ankle," he jokes, and a two-hour treatment begins, including a trip to another hospital level to have it x-rayed.

——-

"Careful" Tom assists me out of the car and supports me by placing my arm around his shoulder as we walk to the house. "You know what the nice thing in this?" I asked, holding a gorgeous pink plaster on my ankle up to the middle of my shin and a small bottle of pills in case "You know what the good thing in this?”

"No, but knowing you, you'll tell me in less than a minute," I say softly as I take a seat on the living room couch, my leg propped up next to me to relax.

"I can baby you, and you won't be able to stop me," he grins as he walks to the backyard to allow Willow in and feed her. She dashes inside, but Tom stops her and kneels to cup her cheek. "Willow, listen to me, mommy's ankle is injured, so you must be gentle around her," he says. "Please don't jump on mama or lay on her legs." He kisses Willow on the head and walks away. I chuckle from the living room, knowing well well that no one can stop Willow from sleeping on my leg.

———

"Tom?" you might ask. An hour later, I dial his number. After the painkiller knocked me out, I got a great nap, and when I awoke, Willow was sleeping on top of me, breathing noisily in my neck. I hear loud and rapid footsteps, so I suppose my partner is running down from our room or his study to the living area.

"Are you all right? Is there anything else you require? Do you have any discomfort?" I giggle quietly as he looks at me with a worried expression on his face. 

"I'm alright, but could you just get me a bottle of water?" I give him a friendly grin and gently massage the area behind Willow's ear. I smile at her as she groans a bit in her sleep.

Tom goes in and brings me my water before sitting down next to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his body, and kissing my cheek softly. 

"How are you doing?" he inquires.

"Much better," I say softly as I put my head on his shoulder, my eyes resting a bit. "Now that you're with me, sweetheart," I say softly as I kiss his lips and lean my head on his shoulder, resting my eyes a little.

"I've been thinking about us," she says. "We've been dating for a while, and if I'm being honest, you're the only person in my life who gives meaning to everything," Tom says, taking a deep breath. "Y/N, you're the light in my days, and I'm tired of always having to go over to your place, or waiting for you until you're off work and can come over.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to figure out if the butterflies and peculiar feeling in my stomach are due to the love and happiness this man has given me for almost two years, or to my concern about his intentions about this brief speech. I raise my eyes to him and admire his features.

"Y/N, would you like to move in with me and Willow?" he asks, sighing and looking down at me with genuine love in his ocean blue eyes. I give him a big smile and kiss his jaw. When my buddy put me up on a blind date with him two years ago, I was convinced he'd find someone else shortly. But no, this man has always been at my side, giving me his undivided attention, sharing his dreams and anxieties with me, and becoming not only my lover, but also my best friend. I knew I didn't want to be with anybody else the moment he revealed me his soul.

"I'd love to, babe," I say as I stroke his thigh and advance a little to lightly kiss his lips. He pulls me closer to him and places his palm on my cheek, stroking my skin with his thumb as he smiles against my lips and intensifies our kiss. I make a slight movement, and he instantly pulls away from me, frowning at my leg.

"No, no, no sexy time till your leg is better," he says, shaking his head and kissing the bridge of my nose. "Do you need extra pillow under your leg?" he asks. Or do you want me to take Willow off your lap?" 

"No, I want you to kiss me again," I say as I grip his chin and turn his face back to me.

"Okay, so, I brought additional pillows to our bed, so you may put your leg on them at night," he pecks my lips a few times before pulling away, prompting me to grunt in irritation. “My mom will be here shortly with soup and cookies, as she is concerned about your health. In addition, I composed a song about our hospital visit and-“

"Tom, I love you, but you talk too much sometimes" I chuckle and look at him. "You know, you could use your lips for something other than talking" Tom grins and leans in closer to my lips. "Oh, really?" he asks, softly touching his lips to mine. "I can think of a few things you don't need your leg for" he kisses the corner of my lips and pulls me onto his lap.

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[antique-traveler]

reeling with the feeling

thank you @shen-hongzi-backup for the prompt!!

Oh uhhh I'd die for something that involves Matt and Foggy at some hot spring or alternatively a warm bath because: sensory stuff half or completely underwater, water, your loved one in super warm funky floaty place.

hope this is something like what you were looking for :-)

(also yes the title is from splish splash don't come for me)

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To put it simply: Foggy felt like shit. He’d spent the last week wallowing in his own slime and mucus, and now, even after his sinuses were clear and his voice sounded almost human, he was still left with a full-body ache that made him just want to curl up in a ball on the floor until the entire world forgot about him. Matt, of course, had been completely insufferable throughout the entire ordeal: constantly texting Foggy to see if he needed anything, bringing him soup and tea and eucalyptus rub. Each little check-in from Matt made Foggy so warm all over that he worried his fever might have been coming back.

Today, he could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. Sure, all of his limbs felt like they were being slowly crushed by boulders, but his brain fog was clearing up and breathing hardly took any effort at all anymore. He told Matt as much when he had called earlier that afternoon, and expected that to be that.

Until he heard a knock on his door a little after 5.

“Hey Fogs, how you feeling?” Matt called through the door as Foggy shuffled out of his bedroom. He felt a little embarrassed by his current ensemble: sweatpants covered in tiny Snoopy heads, an old Star Trek t-shirt, and a thick afghan wrapped tightly around his shoulders, but he decided that plague victims were entitled to comfort just as much as healthy people were.

Foggy opened the door and couldn’t help the fond smile that crept across his face. “Well, if it isn’t my own personal Florence Nightingale, here to help the frail and ill.”

Matt scoffed a little as Foggy let him inside. “Come on, drama queen, we both know you’re feeling better than that.”

“Let me have this, Matthew,” Foggy groaned. “My sense of humor has only just started to grow back into the empty spaces of my sinuses, I’ve gotta stretch my comedy muscles back out a bit.”

Matt laughed softly and took a step towards Foggy once the front door was closed. He leaned closer, lips pink and breathing quiet, and God was it tempting, but Foggy forced himself to press his fingers to Matt’s lips before they met with Foggy’s. This… thing between them, whatever it was, was still new. They still fumbled awkwardly around each other, laying out boundaries, learning how to kiss each other casually without bursting out into laughter, testing out different pet names to replace “pal” and “buddy” (“sweetheart” and “babe” were fair game, they’d decided, but “honey” and “sweetie” were absolutely off the table). They hadn’t even told Karen about it yet, that’s how new it was– though, knowing her, she’d probably figured it out already. The point is, Foggy didn’t want to ruin this amazing new thing they had together just by getting Matt sick from a simple kiss.

“Matty, babe,” Foggy said, “I would absolutely love to put my mouth on your mouth right now, but I’d really rather not become patient zero for the next Kitchen-wide flu outbreak.”

Matt scoffed. “You’re not contagious anymore, Fogs.”

“Oh, what, so you can smell contagion now?”

Matt raised an eyebrow; try me, it said.

Foggy laughed and shoved Matt’s chest lightly, and Matt at least had the courtesy to stumble back and pretend that Foggy’s push was strong enough to move him. “Fuck off,” Foggy joked. “What was I thinking when I decided to hang out with a human drug-sniffing dog?”

Matt just laughed and pulled his right arm from where it had been hidden away behind his back– Foggy was going to blame him not noticing that on his lingering brain fog. “Watch your mouth,” Matt began, “this human drug-sniffing dog brought you a present.”

“Oh, boy! Christmas came early this year!” Foggy said dryly, stepping close to examine the little jar in Matt’s hand. Natural Eucalyptus Bath Salts, the jar read in a condescendingly granola font. Matt smiled, apparently able to tell that Foggy had read the label, and Foggy took the jar out of Matt’s open palm, whispering giddily, “God bless us, every one.”

Five minutes later and Foggy was in the hottest bath of his life, breathing in the sharp eucalyptus scent swirling around in the steam. He cracked open an eye to see Matt clenching his jaw from where he sat on the lid of Foggy’s toilet, glasses foggy and hair beginning to be weighed down by the humid air. Foggy pursed his lips and sat up a little in the tub. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but don’t feel like you have to stick around. The smell is probably pretty overwhelming for you, huh?”

Matt swallowed and gave a small smile. “I’ve smelled worse,” he said unconvincingly.

Just then, Foggy had an idea. He wasn’t sure if it was a normal thing to ask for this early in a relationship, but he was sick and Matt was practically at his beck and call and he was going to milk that for all it was worth. “You know,” he said slowly, “you might feel a little better– you know, a little more relaxed or something, if you got in here with me?”

Matt’s jaw went slack and his cheeks turned a little pink, a rare expression that Foggy had begun to see more and more in the last couple weeks. “Wha– I–,” Matt stuttered before clearing his throat and pushing his glasses up his nose nervously. “Are you sure?”

Foggy smiled and felt his chest grow even warmer than it already was in the hot bath. “Yeah, I’m sure, sweetheart.”

Matt smiled shyly and stood up, removing his glasses and toeing off his shoes. Once his glasses were off, his smile turned darker as he unbuckled his belt and started to slowly slide off his pants. He lazily stepped out of them before undoing his tie. One by one, he unbuttoned his shirt, keeping his eyes firmly pointed towards Foggy beneath their heavy lids.

Foggy swallowed thickly and chuckled a little. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he asked, feeling himself getting hard under the water.

Matt cocked his head innocently, the little shit, and quirked an eyebrow. “Doing what on purpose?” He shrugged out of his shirt before pulling off his socks and letting his hands hover above the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

“Doing this– this fucking striptease,” Foggy laughed, rolling his eyes.

“Wow, Foggy, are you really that obsessed with how my body looks that you’d interpret me simply getting undressed like that? I mean, I knew that sighted people were shallow, but this is a new low for you, babe,” Matt said dryly, taking his time as he slid his underwear off and kicked them aside.

“Fuck off, I changed my mind,” Foggy said. “Get out of my apartment.”

“No, I think I’m gonna stay for a while,” Matt said as he stepped into the bathtub, carefully avoiding stepping on Foggy’s legs. He lowered himself into the water, sighing minutely as he settled in against Foggy. He was practically in Foggy’s lap, back pressed against his chest, framed on either side by Foggy’s legs. Foggy was sure he knew what he was doing, making that contented little sigh as he gently pressed himself against his erection, but at the moment he was far too lazy to do much about it. The bathtub was small, true, definitely not designed to fit two grown men, but the water was warm and the steam smelled medicinal and heavy and Foggy felt floaty all over– though, he wasn’t sure if he could attribute that last part more to the bath or the company.

Foggy wrapped his arms around Matt’s middle, pressing his nose into Matt’s hair, and Matt rested his hands on top of Foggy’s. Looking down at Matt, Foggy thought that the steam almost managed to obscure his many scars, make him look new and safe, almost like he had back at Columbia.

Matt began rubbing little circles into the back of Foggy’s hand with his thumb and he let out a low sigh. “Your skin is so soft,” he muttered, sluggish and quiet from the hot bath. He grasped one of Foggy’s hands and brought it up to his lips, kissing each knuckle reverently. “Wanna touch you all over.”

Fuck, Matt was really not making it easy for Foggy to ignore his boner right now. Once they got out of here and toweled off a little bit, Foggy was absolutely gonna push Matt onto the bed (or the couch or the floor or wherever the fuck they ended up) and let him go to town, but at the moment he really just wanted a distraction. “Jeez, Matt,” he started, “I can’t believe a blind man would be so shallow as to want me only for my body. Am I just meat to you?”

Matt laughed then, full and bright and loud, and clutched Foggy’s hand to his chest. “God, I love you,” he said absentmindedly, and… huh, that was new.

Foggy had been pretty sure that they both Loved each other, capital L, but neither of them had said it yet. It had certainly been inferred that night when they each drunkenly confessed their feelings for each other before passionately making out and then fucking on Matt’s couch, but Foggy was pretty sure that most couples waited a couple months before busting out the capital-L-love-you’s. Was that what they were now? Like, an official couple? (Does he like-like me? Foggy mocked in his head. Are we boyfriend-and-boyfriend now? Should I ask him to go steady with me?)

Foggy squeezed Matt against his chest and sighed into the hot water. “I love you, too, Matty.”

#my fic #daredevil #mattfoggy #matt murdock #foggy nelson #matt murdock x foggy nelson #avocados at law #netflix daredevil #nmcu