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shoyoist · 2 years

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— 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : sano shinichiro.

cw: gn!reader. barista!y/n. lots of fluff, strangers to lovers except you already sorta know eachother, so it's a bit of a speed run. shin bounces from confident to insecure a lot. a cute cameo by baby inupi. happy birthday, sano shinichiro my love.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ — . ｡˚ ♡ shinichiro plans to confess his feelings to you, the cute barista at his favourite coffee shop. on his birthday. but it doesn't play out as he expected.

the coffee shop seems even busier than usual, on the morning of august first.

teenagers getting together to hang out and make the best of their summer break, office workers sneaking in for a quick morning meal, and groups of tourists on their way out to the beach all flock to the counter — some scanning the menus displayed overhead, some with their usual order already on their tongue.

shinichiro has been seated at the back for an hour now, only a cup of plain black in front of him on the table.

he's leaning on his fist, gaze as bored and sleepy as he can disguise it to be, as he pretends to look out of the window across the room.

every now and then, his eyes stop tracing the logo stamped on the window, and he sneaks a longing glance at you, as you stand at the counter, tallying up bill after bill for the morning crowd.

the sun that streams through the storefront is a pale gold, and it throws gentle highlights onto your complexion.

it puts a pretty glimmer in your eyes, and accentuates all the lines of your figure as you lean back to talk to one of the other baristas.

when you reach forward to hand a customer their change, there's a glow to your smile as you thank them, telling them you hope they'll come again.

to sum up, you're fucking gorgeous, and all shinichiro can do is sit there and stare.

he's texted wakasa, benkei and takeomi and asked them to join him, but they're taking their time getting to the place.

they don't take him seriously, he knows, but you'd given him a look and a pretty smile when he walked into the shop — as you’ve been doing for a while now, and he swears he has a chance this time.

shinichiro doesn't even know how or when he became so infatuated with you.

he'd just walked in here one day, before opening up the bike shop, feeling like shit and deciding to opt for a coffee rather than a smoke. and as soon as your fingers touched while you handed him his drink, he'd fallen in love.

maybe it was after the sip he took out of it (coffee you'd made for him with your lovely hands) with his gaze still on you, eyes a little too wide and starstruck for his own good.

maybe you'd put something in his drink. maybe it was some sort of love potion — hell, he doesn't know.

all he's sure of, is that you're beautiful. and on this lovely, sunny morning on the first day of august — on his birthday — he's feeling confident.

he wants to tell you he likes you, and he wants to compliment your smile. your voice, your eyes. and he's going to do it today.

if only his stupid fucking friends would get here sooner, then he could practise his lines with them, and get to you before your shift is over.

another fifteen minutes pass as he sits there in the corner and waits.

and then, shinichiro notices you get called over by a frazzled looking coworker.

there's an exchange of words between the two of you, before you pull back your shoulders, give your coworker an assuring nod, and walk out of the cafe through the back door.

he doesn't know what just happened, but his heart sinks.

you look just as pretty from the back, the dark green pants and white shirt combo that all the employees wear hugs your figure nicely, and you have an attractive walk.

but you're walking away, and that other girl takes your place at the counter, getting a drink of water and tying her hair back before she gets to work serving the line.

wait, he thinks. how ‘m i supposed to confess to you if you leave?

he does have the option to just get up and follow you out, call your name and get you to pay a sliver of your time and attention to him, while he tells you how he feels.

but he can’t bring himself to it — he remains frozen in his seat, watching as you disappear behind the door, heart sinking further and chest hollowing out as he loses sight of you.

a waiter inches his way up to shinichiro as he sits there dejectedly, hoping you’d be gone only for a little while, and asks tentatively, "another coffee, sir?"

"nah." he shakes his head. "i'm waiting to see if my friends show up. if they aren't here in fifteen, i'm cashing this cup in and heading out."

the waiter nods politely and wanders off to another table, and shinichiro maintains his stare on the back door that you'd walked out of.

please, he prays. come back.

he doesn't know how much longer he sits there for. it's definitely more than fifteen minutes, but he's upset. the buzz of conversation going around him fades into a dull hum, as he props his elbows on the table and rests his face in his hands.

the one thing he wanted to do on his birthday today, was to confess to you. or at least tell you you're looking beautiful today (and every other day, too).

but now, he can't do it. because you're gone. he'll have to leave for work soon, and his damned friends are still nowhere to be seen.

and really, it was alright even if he didn’t get to confess to you. he might’ve bailed out on it himself, even if you’d been at the counter all day, available for him to converse with.

but of all days in which you could all of a sudden leave work in the middle of your shift, it had to be today?

on his birthday, when—

"shin?"

there's a voice talking into shinichiro's ear all of a sudden, and he flinches, whirling around in his seat with his hand raised and ready to slap whoever it is — but just in time, he realizes, it's a kid.

"m-mikey?"

"no," says the little boy, blinking pale eyes shadowed by pale eyelashes, and shaking a head full of even paler hair.

his cheeks are rosy with the summer heat — and shinichiro notices the scar over his eye a little too late. "why do people keep calling me the wrong names? i'm inui."

"i—" shinichiro has to laugh despite his sour mood, because the kid is adorable. "sorry, seishu. didn't see ya there."

"'s okay." inui mumbles, fidgeting with the pocket of his hoodie. he pulls out a little cardboard box, crumpled in his hand, and gives it to shinichiro. "i got you a birthday present."

"aw, thank you little man." he coos, taking the box from the boy and setting it down on the table. inui waits for a few seconds, before he clears his throat. "you're supposed to open it."

"oh." shinichiro mouths. inui gives him an unimpressed look, lidded eyes rolling in their sockets at him, as he snatches the box back and peels the top open with his thumbnail. "what've you got for me, huh?"

it's a bracelet — one of those elastic ones with tons of tiny, multi-coloured beads on them.

he cant help but wonder where inui might've got it from, but he slips it onto his wrist anyway, and gives him a grin. "it's great. thanks, buddy. now why don't you tell me how you found me here?"

"um," inui seems to take some time to retrace his steps. "i went to the bike shop. but only benkei was there. he said you were at the coffee place, so i came here."

"what's he doin' there?" shinichiro frowns, and inui shrugs unhelpfully. "dunno. gas, i think."

"i give them a spare key for emergencies and they just go in there any fuckin' time they want." he runs a hand through his hair, starting to feel like he should just give up and go.

once his friends make their way into his shop, they never leave. not until he closes the place up for the night, or chases them out. so, most likely, they wouldn't be coming to the coffee shop any time soon.

it doesn't look like you'll be back either, and if wakasa joins benkei and finds the collection of tapes he's stored away under the counter, he's never going to hear the end of it.

before he can get up, take inui's little hand in his and get going, though, inui climbs onto the empty seat next to him and makes himself comfortable. "why are you here, shin? 's your birthday. you should go hang out with your friends."

"i'm an adult, seishu." shinichiro laughs, flopping back against his own seat.

fine, maybe he'll buy inui a muffin or something first.

"i have work from 9 to 5, even on my birthday. 'm just here for some coffee before i open the shop." he shrugs his shoulders, glancing at the back door once again, though you’re no where in sight.

"why can't you get coffee at home?" inui asks, and he reaches over to ruffle the boy's fluffy cloud of hair. "'cause then mikey's gonna ask me for coffee. kids shouldn't drink coffee."

"i drink coffee." inui remarks, and at this point, shinichiro's too tired to care.

he asks the waiter for a muffin, and the man shoots inui a strange look (probably wondering if this is the friend shinichiro had been talking about) before fetching him what he requested.

a moment passes, and as shinichiro watches inui nibble on the chocolate dessert, he feels an urge to emote in his chest.

"and also ... there's someone workin' here," he begins slowly, testing the waters. inui looks up immediately, eyes bright and clear. so he finishes his sentence. "someone that i may like."

"you like them?" inui lowers his voice (like a good friend. waka, benkei and omi could never. neither could mikey). he turns and looks around, eyeing the waiters and the new girl at the counter. "which one?"

"think they're out back right now. or maybe gone." shinichiro sighs. "i came here to ... confess. but they left, and i have to get to work myself soon. i lost my chance."

inui gives him a confused look. "what do you mean?" then, without letting him explain, the boy hops off his chair and starts walking towards the exit, taking the muffin with him. "just come out and look for them."

for a second, shinichiro doesn't get it.

so he just sits there and watches inui push the door open and walk out — before it clicks, all of a sudden, and he shoves the chair back and leaps to his feet. "seishu, no!"

ignoring the looks everyone else in the shop aims at him, he pulls his work jacket back around his shoulders, and runs out after inui.

the sun and the hot breeze outside is a sharp contrast to the air conditioned shop, but he blinks the effect of the heat back and stumbles around the building to the back, hoping inui hasn't done anything stupid.

he tears around the corner and sees inui, and opens his mouth to call out his name — before freezing instantly, upon realizing that he's already talking to you. "sei— fuck."

inui turns around, blinking doe eyes up at him innocently.

and of course, you look up at him, too.

so you hadn't left.

shinichiro has only ever seen you behind the counter.

or when you're clocking in for your shift in the morning. or when you're leaving in the afternoon, sometimes, if he's taking a break from his own bike shop and loitering around. which is all from a distance, or behind a glass wall.

right now, though, you're standing right in front of him.

your apron is off, revealing more of your body to him — and your hands are now gloved, and there's a van behind you, the back of it full of wooden boxes.

some of the boxes are on the ground, and he understands that you're unloading them. supplies for the cafe, he assumes. maybe this was initially your coworker’s job, and then you’d switched tasks. yeah.

fuck, you're so pretty.

a nervous chill rides up shinichiro's spine, even as the sun’s warmth pools over him, lighting up his dark eyes and dark hair as he walks a few steps forward. "uh, seishu. let's go."

"this is him. see? he’s here to tell you." inui says to you, and shinichiro's hands curl up into fists where they're inside his pockets.

“did you—” he hisses at the boy, before catching himself and skirting his eyes back to yours. did he spill everything to you?

inui simply bites into the muffin, that he's still holding cupped in his palms.

shinichiro's face burns, even though nothing has happened yet, and he knows he's blushed too hard for you to pass it off as an effect of the summer heat.

"hi," you smile at him, breaking the awkward silence. you seem unfazed, and he really doesn't know what's happening anymore. "shinichiro?"

"uh," he stumbles on his words again — he's embarrassing himself, now, for fuck's sake. "yeah. how'd ya know my name?"

"your little brother told me." you gesture to inui, with a little giggle that sounds so cute as it leaves your lungs, shinichiro wishes he could record it. "and besides, i've taken your order more than a few times. you gave me your name, you know."

he blinks, licking his lips nervously. god, fuck little kids.

"i uh, oh yeah. forgot." he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, feeling so dumb, but also so warm and giddy because shit, you're talking to him, and you're laughing. "seishu's not my brother, by the way. he's just ... a friend."

"a friend." you repeat. shinichiro nods. "yeah."

"and ... it's your birthday?" you ask, and he pauses again, because oh god, that's right. inui's gone and told you that it's his birthday and he's trying to confess to you today.

he opens his mouth to say something, but before he can decide what he should say, the sound of motorcycle engines roaring to an exaggerated stop cuts him off.

sounds like wakasa, benkei and takeomi were finally here. and they were letting him know it.

his phone buzzes in his jeans pocket — one of them has sent him a text.

inui's eyes light up at the familiar sound, and he glances at shin for only a second, shooting a 'can i go?' look before he runs back around the corner to the front of the shop, to meet them.

shinichiro has half a mind to follow the boy.

to hurry up and run away, while he still can.

this is birthday gift enough. to see you up close and talk to you, and hear you say his name, with that pretty voice of yours.

"what was that?" you ask, stopping him in his tracks — as the honk of a motorcycle's horn cuts through your question, making you wince.

shinichiro grits his teeth, feeling like everything was going his way and also exactly against his way.

"that would be," he chuckles awkwardly, after the horn stops. "my other friends."

"you called your friends over?" you say, and though your tone is good natured, it still makes shinichiro wish the ground would swallow him whole. "i would think that's creepy, if you really weren't so cute."

wait, what?

he looks up at that, automatically hopeful. balling his hands up deeper into the pockets of his work jacket, he leans forward slightly, inquiring. "hm? say that again, will ya?"

"i think you're cute," you repeat, and when he gets an eyeful of your shy smile, he feels elated — hell, he put that smile on your face?

he had just been thinking that, apart from everything else that was wrong right now, the dreary back end of a cafe, standing alongside a grungy van full of coffee supplies, wasn't the best place to confess your feelings to someone.

but you know what, if it works, then it works.

"uh huh," he grins, feeling cockier. does he really have a shot with you? taking a breath, he steels himself. "and what're ya gonna do about that?"

"get you a drink on the house, maybe. since it's your birthday and all." you contemplate, walking over to the van and dragging out another box full of something made of glass, as the tinkling gives away. "not your friends, though."

"not my friends." he agrees immediately, coaxing another pretty giggle from you.

your voices hitches a little as you struggle with the weight of the box."o-okay, but i thought you were the one with a plan in mind."

"hm," he muses, taking a chance by stepping closer to you and taking the box from your hands. you let him do it, and he places it back on another box inside the van, before lifting both of them together.

you lead him into the storage room at the back of the building, and he puts them down where you tell him to.

brushing away your thanks, he hums, "think a date sounds good. a date with the birthday boy, yeah?"

"mhm," you look up at him, eyes glinting a little with the bright sun that falls in seams through the open door just by you. "then this date would be your very first one ever, wouldn't it?"

it takes a moment to register what you said in his head — and as soon as it does, his mouth drops open in disbelief. "what? how did you know—"

you laugh again, face flushing beautifully as you pat his arm reassuringly. "i've liked you for a while, too, you know. and i've asked your friends about you."

"fuck," shinichiro groans. "and who told you about that?"

"wakasa." you say, and he slaps a hand across his forehead. "of course it was him. bet omi told you 'bout when—"

"hey, cut them some slack." you murmur, the hand you've placed on his arm curling its fingers around his bicep, and he shivers under the jacket, a stranger to such a caress. "i'm the one that wanted to know about you."

"could've asked me." he sighs, rubbing his eyes with his index finger and thumb, before meeting your gaze again. "you're tellin' me you like me, after i gathered up all that courage to tell you i like you?"

"i was just making sure!" you protest, and he shakes a finger at you. "and ya called me a creep, for bringin' my friends over. when you already knew them!"

"hey, i said you're cute." you mumble, frowning playfully.

you're both silent for a second after that, in which shinichiro gathers his thoughts and bearings, and slowly, his heart warms and picks up pace.

god, you like him. you've accepted his offer for a date.

he's going to have to sock his friends later, for keeping this secret from him — but for now, he can't care enough about them.

maybe he'll keep the bike shop closed for today. as inui had so smartly said, it is his birthday, after all.

he follows you out to the van again, and lets you pull another carton of supplies out of it before taking it from you. "so ... this afternoon, at 2? after your shift. i'll pick you up on my motorcycle."

"sure, that sounds good." you nod, and once he's gotten the box into the store room for you, you gesture to the cafe. "now go back in, and i'll get you that free drink once i'm done here."

"let me stay with ya." he pouts, dark eyes somehow going all cute and charming when he does it. "i'll help you with this. we can go back in together."

you allow him to grab yet another box from the van, before gently lacing your hand back around his arm and pulling him down, to press a short kiss to his cheek. "so sweet to me already?"

your lips are soft, and you smell like cinnamon and matcha when he leans in close to you. up close, your eyes are even more stunning.

"of course. 'm a sweet man." he smiles, closing his eyes as you kiss his cheek once more, and he thinks that he'll never experience a better birthday than this one, ever again.

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breannasfluff · 11 months

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Ok since you posted wing whump prompts

How does each of the Chain react to be being grounded? Which ones would stretch the definition of "ok to fly"?

Ohohohoh buckle up, because this question hit all the creative buttons!

Time – Swallow Tailed Kite

The worry gets turned up to 150%. If Time is grounded it means he can’t keep an eye out for the whole flock. Half the fight of getting Time to heal is to keep him from working himself into a panic. He’s the glue that holds them all together so the group dotes on him if he’s hurt. They also put up with a lot of cuddle piles because he’s happiest in the middle of one. The social birds don’t mind, but it goes against the instincts of the loners.

Twilight – Harris’s Hawk

He’s pretty average, if only because Time will back up any orders from Hyrule on healing. As Twilight views Time as above him in dominance, he’ll put up with it. If someone else is hurt he’ll share food to make them feel better. Wild automatically puts some aside for Twilight if someone else is hurt. When Twilight is hurt, Wild give him extra food. Four will gift one of his precious bugs to Twilight. The poor rancher accepts, but he really doesn’t want to eat it.

Four – European Bee-eater

He’s going to go stir crazy, and then he’s going to keep going. Four is energetic, talkative, and a long-distance flier. Combine all that into a package that needs to rest on the ground and…yeah, it’s not going to be pretty. The group all take turns trying to keep him distracted in some way. He’s constantly getting up and wandering away from where he’s supposed to stay. He will lie to Hyrule with a straight face that his wing is perfectly fine, no matter what state it’s actually in. Time has seriously considered tying him to a tree at one point.

Legend – Flame Bowerbird

He doesn’t mind. He loves flying; they all do, but he’s not a migratory bird at all. He’s gone on a lot of journeys, but at his heart he’d be happy tending apple trees and settling in one spot. That said, Legend has an image to keep up so he’d complain just for the sake of it.

Hyrule – Brown Thrasher

As the healer of the group, he doesn’t get the luxury of acting out like the others. He knows how important it is to heal and nags at the others about it. He’s probably closer to Wind, but without the sunny disposition. Legend, and later Wild, preen his wings a lot when he’s grounded to make him feel better. He’ll stick to his trio a lot more than usual and is quieter than normal. If he says he’s good to fly, the group believes him.

Sky – Magnificent Frigatebird

He’ll wait out a major injury, but he’s going to be in the air before anyone wants him to. Sky’s wings are big and awkward on the ground. He’s got to hold them up if he wants to walk long distances and he’s going to be royally pissed at the end of it. While he tries not to take his temper out on the flock, some of those solitary tendencies come through and he can snappy or start flying before he should. Good luck getting him to land again.

Wind – Tropicbird

He’s pretty good-natured about it. He’ll try to weasel and bribe his way into the air sooner, but he isn’t going to outright disobey an order to stay grounded. Wind will stretch the definition of “grounded” to do short glides and hop up and down from things. Probably the most happy-go-lucky when injured. If the others are hurt, he’s good at lightening the mood.

Warriors – Ferruginous Hawk

Grouchy, but he understands the importance of waiting to heal up before fighting further. Surprisingly, he gets a little clingy with Time when he’s stuck on the ground for a long time. Everyone else better stay the heck out of his way, though. While some of them might screech and snap at each other for show, Warriors will back it up with action. Anytime he's hurt, the group immediately dump him on Time. Secretly, Time doesn’t mind because Warriors tends to stick to the outskirts unless he’s battle planning for the Chain.

Wild – Taiwan Blue Magpie

Given his background (which will be in a future story) Wild and wing injuries do NOT go well together. While Four drives the flock up the wall, at least he’s bearable to a degree. Wild turns into a screeching mess and good luck touching his wings to help. He’s driven Hyrule to tears, then felt guilty, and the whole situation amps up higher. He’s got a bad habit of injuring himself further trying to escape the flock. It usually culminates in a spectacular meltdown and more than one of the boys needing to restrain him so Hyrule can check the injury. This doesn’t go over well with anyone. Wild feels awful about it when he’s more put together, but they all know it’s going to happen again. It’s going to take a long time to build enough trust to get past some of those instinct responses.

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cryoaquila · 3 years

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surprise breakfast

prompt; making breakfast when your two boyfriends are being needy is not an easy task.

pairings; tartaglia x kaeya x gn!reader

themes; modern au, polyam, fluff, suggestive themes, food mention.

wc; 2k

the sounds of running water stir you awake. drowsily, you blink the remaining sleep away from your eyes as you sit up with a stretch. you notice that the bed was surprisingly empty as you were used to waking up next to your boyfriends who were always ready to snuggle with you and convince you to sleep a little longer. you look towards the bathroom where the sound was coming from and you see steam escaping from the small gap at the bottom of the shut door. instead of waking you up, they must have decided to shower and leave you to get some extra shut-eye. it was such a sweet gesture to you since, lately, you haven’t been sleeping well, but now that you were awake you decide to return their kind gesture by making a surprise breakfast for the three of you. draping your legs over the side of the bed, you put on your slippers before heading to the kitchen.

you let out a small yawn as you turn the light on before grabbing a pan from the kitchen cabinet and placing it on the stovetop. you tap your foot while thinking about what to make - there were so many great options for breakfast: omelets, crepes, sunny-side-up eggs, waffles, bacon, oatmeal, your mouth was practically watering thinking about all the possibilities and, secretly, you wanted to eat it all. the shower shutting off causes you to come back to your senses. well, now that a surprise breakfast was out of the question since they’d definitely be done drying off and see what you were up to, you decide to let them choose what they want. to prepare for whatever they ask for, you begin to gather some bowls, plates, and other supplies while waiting for them.

as you grab a few extra utensils, you hear the two of them enter the kitchen. you turn around to face them, a spatula in hand, ready to grant their breakfast wishes. kaeya was, unsurprisingly, only wearing a towel around his waist while tartaglia - who was still dripping wet and hadn’t dried off properly, per usual - was dressed in just a plain shirt and underwear. “good morning! i was going to make you two a surprise breakfast, but you finished showering quicker than i thought; so instead, i was wondering if either of you have any requests for what you want to eat this morning?”

kaeya makes his request without missing a beat, “i just want the two of you for breakfast.” he wraps an arm around your waist and another arm around tartaglia’s waist before pulling you both closer to him. you grin from how cheeky he was being and from the morning kiss he gives you.

“that would be the sweetest breakfast imaginable.” tartaglia beams before also giving you a quick kiss on your cheek, but his kiss was a little wetter than kaeya’s, and you had to wipe some water droplets off your cheek.

while the request was cute, you wanted something more substantial than your boyfriends for breakfast since you were actually hungry. “c’mon, that might be too sweet for breakfast, let’s wait until dessert for that, alright? seriously now, what do you two want?”

“all we really want this morning is some hugs and kisses from you,” tartaglia dramatically pouts, “you went to bed so early last night and then we didn’t get to shower with you this morning since we wanted you to sleep in, but we just want the affection we missed out on while you were asleep.”

“aw,” you gush, his adorable words almost causing you to forgo cooking breakfast all together in favor of ordering if not for what kaeya says next.

“and, you know, maybe some pancakes alongside the hugs and kisses...” he ears a playful glare from tartaglia and a snicker from you. “what?” he scoffs, shrugging slightly, “i am actually hungry after the shower.”

“pancakes are simple enough! is that ok with you too, babe?” you ask tartaglia.

he turns his attention back to you with a wink, “you know me, i like any and all food - especially if you or kaeya makes it.”

with that confirmation, you begin gathering ingredients to make the batter. a couple of pancakes shared between the three of you with warm syrup slathered on top did indeed sound quite good for a lazy morning; but you decide to spice it up a little by using a large heart-shaped mold for the pancakes to cook in. as you place everything down on the countertop your apron suddenly gets wrapped around the front of you, “here,” kaeya says, tying it in the back, “you almost forgot your apron.”

“oh, thank you!” but soon after thanking him, you realize he had ulterior motives for doing so. after tying the article of clothing, his hands trace down your chest and stomach before gently grabbing your waist, pulling you back into his body for an embrace. he kisses the side of your neck as you relax into his comforting touch and the sweet scent of the shampoo he used earlier washes over you. you lean back into him, ready to close your eyes and let him carry you back to bed, but the grumbling of your stomach causes you to push that idea to the side, for now. “hey now, less seduction and more pancake preparation.”

“only you can make an apron look like a designer outfit,” tartaglia comments, adding a whistle at the end.

“well,” you mutter as kaeya lets you go from his embrace, “you two would look great in an apron, especially if that was the only thing you were wearing.” you chuckle, knowing you were adding fuel to the fire that was their neediness, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

“i mean,” tartaglia says as he tugs on kaeya’s towel, “one of us is already almost there.”

kaeya quickly grabs the hem of the towel to make sure it didn’t fall off from his tugging, a soft chuckle on his lips as he waved his finger, “nuh-uh, like they said, not until dessert time.”

while they continue to tease each other, you begin mixing the pancake batter together. while you combine the ingredients, some of the wet mixture splashes out of the bowl and gets on your apron and your face. before you can wipe it off you feel tartaglia gently take your chin into his hand, tilting your head upward to look at him, “here let me help you clean it off,” he then kisses you before licking the sweet batter off your cheeks. he clicks his tongue, “it tastes as good as you do.” you feel your face begin to turn red from his words. both of them were always so needy in the morning to the point you’d usually just order some breakfast to be delivered so you could stay in bed with them and enjoy some extra cuddles and kisses; in fact, sometimes the three of you would stay there until the afternoon - and you loved days like that. but, today, you were determined to get these special not-surprise pancakes finished for them, and their distractions were slowing you down. thus, with some reluctance, you nudge him away, turning back towards the stove and your mixture. you pour a little of the batter into the heart-shaped mold, the warm, melted butter sizzling underneath the batter. once the shape was set, you remove the mold and now it was time to wait for it to cook before flipping it over. you turn away from the stove, eyeing your boyfriends, who both had the widest grins on their faces knowing that now they would have your attention while the pancake cooks. you open your arms, ready for their hugs, giving them a playful little eye-roll when they practically drag you away from the stovetop so they could both hug you and each other at the same time with one on one side of you and the other on the other side of you.

“you know we can’t help but want your attention every morning,” tartaglia’s voice was muffled as he nuzzled his face into your hair.

“especially when you look so adorable every morning.” kaeya adds quickly.

“i know it’s a normal thing for you two, but can’t you wait until the food is ready? maybe get some affection from each other while i cook?” you ask, trying to find a happy medium between their neediness and your want to finish these pancakes in a timely manner.

they look at each other, small smiles on both their faces, “we shared plenty of kisses in the shower, we want some from you now.” kaeya replies.

“you can’t wait for the pancakes to be done first?” you question.

“but waiting is hard…” tartaglia pouts.

“you two are the reason why food delivery services love us.” you sneer.

the three of you stop your conversation suddenly upon smelling burnt food. you scamper out of their grasps and over to the pan. you grab the spatula and try to flip the heart-shaped pancake, but half of it sticks to the bottom of the pan and what you do manage to flip is dark brown to black on the other side. tartaglia and kaeya look at each other worriedly before slowly walking over to your side. you feel sad at seeing the broken, burnt remains of the heart-shaped pancake in front of you. kaeya turns the burner off while tartaglia takes the pan, heading to the sink to dispose of the mess.

an awkward silence falls over the three of you and kaeya scratches the back of his head before trying to make some small talk, “that pancake burned really quickly, huh?”

“i guess the pan was too hot and… i should’ve been watching it.” you sigh, rubbing your forehead upon feeling a small headache coming on.

tartaglia turns the sink off, picking up a towel to dry the pan off, “it’s not your fault that you weren’t watching it cook.” he says, trying to comfort you.

kaeya rubs your upper back, “yeah, it’s more our fault for distracting you. sorry about that.”

“yeah, i’m sorry too.” tartaglia adds, bringing the cleaned pan over to the stovetop.

you shake your head, “eh, it’s alright. you two were just trying - and succeeding - at being cute.” you lean into kaeya’s chest, muttering, “i’m not upset, just a little bummed that the first pancake i cooked in a while had to burn…”

“well,” tartagla places the pan back down, grabbing a little bit of butter and placing it in the pan while kaeya turns the burner back on, “there’s still plenty of pancake batter left, right?”

kaeya glances at the bowl, “yeah, enough to make a couple more.”

“then let’s redeem ourselves!” tartaglia says as the butter begins to melt and sizzle in the warm pan.

kaeya picks up the heart-shaped mold, placing it back into the pan, “yeah, and we’ll help you this time instead of distracting you.”

tartaglia gives you the bowl filled with the pancake batter, “and then after we enjoy our not-surprise pancakes together we can go and get our kisses and cuddles.”

their enthusiasm uplifts your mood and your pour some more of the batter into the mold, “and without distraction, you should be able to get what you want sooner!” you put the bowl back onto the counter, crossing your arms with a sly smirk, “and maybe after we enjoy our pancakes, some ‘dessert’ for breakfast might be in order.”

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purpleyellow · 3 years

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Mentor

BTS 8th member + TXT 6th member

Sunny’s masterlist + Minji’s masterlist

“The first time Sunny and Minji met”

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 💜💚

Minji stared at the door from the hallway. She wasn’t sure if she could just walk inside or if somebody was going to come out to call for her, either way, the best thing to do would probably be to wait. If nobody came out she’d knock to make sure she should even be there.

Waking her up from her thoughts, the elevator’s door opened and from it, Sunny walked out with her head low. Reading something on her phone, the idol didn’t notice the girl standing there and walked straight inside the door Minji had been watching over.

Looking further interested, she saw Sunny stop right before the door closed shut and walk back out while searching through the hallway to find her casually leaning against the wall.

“You can come in too” Sunny laughed as Minji gave her a deep bow. Both girls going inside the room, greeting Bang Sihyuk and pulling a chair once he indicated for them to sit.

“I wouldn’t look much into this meeting, the only reason you two are here is to meet each other,” He told them laughing and both girls exchanged tight smiles.

Indicating with his hand to the youngest he continued “Minji here is in the lineup along with some other male trainees. I think her adjustment will be far easier than yours considering they’ve been training together for a long time now. Still, I thought it’d be good for you two to keep in contact and share experiences”

Looking at them expectantly, Bang PD nodded along them. Sunny laughed awkwardly as the three fell silent “Are we supposed to start now?”

“Oh, right. I’ll leave you two to it” He clapped standing up. As he made it to the door, he turned around with both his fists up “Girl power”

The girls looked at each other with dumbfounded faces as the door closed and laughed bringing a more laid-back mood into the room.

“Well. I’m not sure what to say, but if you need to share anything or any help I’m all ears” Sunny said crossing her legs on the chair and tying up her hair in a loose bun.

“Thank you for being available, Sunbaenim. But I don’t think there’s any need for this” Minji shrugged making the idol raise an eyebrow. Shaking her hands she continued “I don’t mean to be rude. Just, there’s really nothing that important going on”

“Uh, you’re debuting next month. That’s pretty important I’d say” Sunny laughed uncomfortably and Minji tilted her head acknowledging it “The members are all nice then? You’re in the middle when it comes to age right?”

“Yep” Minji nodded, though she figured from that Sunny might already know who some of them were.

“And they’re easy to talk to?” The idol asked again, stealing a glance at her phone and wondering if the conversation might be heading somewhere at all. “You’ve known them before getting into the group?”

“Yes, and a few of them yes” Minji nodded again. Swinging around on the office chair, she was quicker and made the question this time “Do you think people are going to compare us a lot?”

Taken back by her, Sunny fixed her posture and thought for a bit “Probably, but I wouldn’t care about it”

“And if I potentially had a sister who’s also an idol” Minji cut her off. Leaning forward on the table and resting her head on her hands “They’d do it with her too, right?”

Sunny nodded again. They analyzed each other for a few seconds before the idol cleared her throat “Does this worry you?” She asked tilting her head to one side.

“It crosses my mind now and then” Minji mumbled still staring at her. Sighing, Sunny tried to reassure her “This kind of stuff can’t be helped. But I wouldn’t listen to it. They might mean well, yet it’s never fair to the ones being compared”

“I know. But what if I never break out of it?” The girl tilted her head to the side watching the idol frown

“Do you mean break out like?”

“Being known as something other than ‘the other’. The second daughter. The one after you. It must sound repetitive because everyone wants this, but I mean it when I say all I want is to build a name for myself”

“The fact that you’re convinced enough to say it without a second thought is going to get you great places” Sunny smiled at her, Minji didn’t break eye contact or even tripped herself while talking, and it greatly impressed the older. “If you want something go ahead and do it, don’t care who you are associated with or what others might think. They’ll stop caring about it sooner than you think”

Blinking away, Minji nodded and thought for a moment. “I guess, one of the reasons I didn’t want to think of debuting as such a big deal was so that once people didn’t care about me it wouldn’t care”

“Just live it as you want. I went through it. Your ‘potential sister’ has too” Sunny made air quotes making her laugh “But you’re the one doing it. That’s your own experience that will showcase the work you put into”

“My sister exists… so that won’t make any confusion in the future” Minji mumbled sitting back straight. “Thank you Sunbaenim”

“You can call me Unnie if you want to. Your sister must be proud” Sunny smiled getting up and Minji shook her head.

“She doesn’t know it yet, actually,” The girl said making the idol stop and sit back down, making herself comfortable as she said “Okay, now that sounds like there’s more to it. Have I met her before?”

“Not sure, she’s Mae from The Boyz” Sunny shrugged waving her to continue “We just haven’t talked in a while. The last time I saw her was during Christmas where we exchanged gifts and that was it”

“And you didn’t think of mentioning?”

“She didn’t ask”

“She didn’t know she needed to” Sunny laughed entertained “You really took this whole ‘Debuting isn’t a big deal’ thing seriously”

Shrugging, Minji smiled playfully“At least she’ll be surprised once the news gets out”

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lady-divine-writes · 3 years

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Klaine one-shot “Artistic Differences” (Rated NC17)

Summary: Kurt and Blaine have known each other all their lives. They've loved each other almost as long. But as Blaine uses his love for Kurt as inspiration for his music, Kurt has yet to reciprocate. And since painting is Kurt's entire world, Blaine is worried about what that might mean for the two of them. (2703 words)

Notes: I had been writing this for the @klaineadvent Drabble Challenge 2020 prompt 'opinion'. I finally finished it. Wee! XD

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Baby, you're not alone...

'Cause you're here with me...

And nothing's ever gonna bring us down...

'Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you...

And you know it's true...

It don't matter what'll come to be...

Our love is all we need to make it through...

Blaine stops singing when he notices an echo haunting his lyrics, lingering on the high notes for longer than written. He listens with eyes closed, smiling at his keyboard.

His boyfriend Kurt, humming behind the melody.

Blaine has been ironing this song out for the past three hours now but Kurt hasn't complained once about the constant stopping and starting.

He never does.

Blaine peeks over his shoulder as he continues to play with the harmonies and watches Kurt, focused on the canvas in front of him, swaying to the rhythm of the music, happily sandwiched between his two passions - art and music.

It's a mild and sunny Saturday - a whole day devoted to cleaning up commissions and tying loose ends on weekly projects before their one day off together. Blaine and Kurt share a studio space - normally unheard of for an artist and a musician, but they make it work. It helps that they've known one another for so long that being alone together is the same as being alone with themselves. That also means they get the inside scoop on what the other is working on long before the public does.

And what they're not working on, which has begun to bother Blaine.

Blaine adores everything his talented boyfriend comes up with. Even regarding his more controversial works, there isn't a thing Kurt has painted that Blaine finds objectionable. Kurt puts his heart and soul into every painting, no matter who it's for, and no matter the subject. A writer from Artforum once wrote: "Kurt Hummel goes beyond the veil to showcase not just the external, but the core of every subject - their drives and motivations. It pairs nicely with the transparency of his own soul, which shines through the gouache and the gesso to leave the viewer with a tangible piece."

And therein lies the root of Blaine's problem.

A glance at one of Kurt's canvasses and the world knows everything it needs to about what he loves.

But one subject in particular has gone wholly unrepresented.

“How come you've never painted a portrait of me?” Blaine asks.

"Hmm... what's that, love?" Kurt mutters, switching out brushes, then moving from a blob of Titanium White to a smear of Winsor Blue.

"How come you've never painted a portrait of me?" Blaine rises off his piano bench and relocates to the wooden folding chair behind Kurt's easel in the hopes of pulling his attention a bit. "You've been an artist for as long as I've known you, and I've known you your entire life. But not once have you ever painted a portrait of me."

“Why do I need to? I have you right here," Kurt says, pretending to bop the tip of Blaine's nose with his brush. "Besides, these aren’t personal." His gaze bounces between the three canvases set on easels in an arc in front of him. "They’re bought and paid for.”

"But what about your private stuff? You've shown me your sketchbooks and your digital art files. Unless you have some hidden folder marked 'secret boyfriend art' that I've yet to come across, there's not a single piece of me in any of your work."

Kurt doesn't steer his gaze away from the apple he's adding highlights to to acknowledge his pouty boyfriend, but the corner of his mouth hitches. "If you say so, dear."

"I know so," Blaine grumps, crossing his arms over his chest and dropping back in the chair so hard he nearly topples it over.

"That's your opinion."

"You're evading."

"Is it really so important to you?"

"Yes! It would be nice to be immortalized by my artist boyfriend!"

Kurt snickers. "Are you that much of a narcissist?"

"Your art is important to you! More than that - it's your life! You paint everything that you love! You've made dozens of paintings of Finn, your father, your mother, your Navigator... "

"My Navigator is my baby. It deserves love. I don't get to drive it much living in the city," Kurt defends. "Besides, those paintings I posted on Instagram landed me a huge contract with Lincoln, and that paid for our month-long tryst to Bali. You're welcome, by the way."

"I'm not saying I'm not grateful... " Blaine pauses, the smile on his face a souvenir from thirty straight days of overindulgence in sex and alcohol. "I think I more than proved that on that private beach? Under the moonlight?"

"Yeah, you did," Kurt growls, silently hoping that will be the end of this discussion.

"But... " Blaine picks up and Kurt's heart sinks.

No luck.

"... nowhere am I present in your work. Not that I've seen. Not even in the abstract. And that makes me think... "

"Think what?" Kurt mutters, his playful attitude fading the longer this conversation drags on.

Blaine sighs, realizing how much like a spoiled toddler he sounds. But he's in too deep to stop now. "That you don't expect me to be around long."

Kurt's snicker turns into a full-blown chortle. "We've been together forever! You staked a claim on me in kindergarten! Are you suddenly going somewhere?"

"Can't you take this seriously?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's ridiculous!"

Blaine huffs. "Great. So my feelings are ridiculous."

"No, Blaine, your feelings are valid. This argument is ridiculous. Believe it or don't, you don't know everything about me. Or my work. What does it matter what I put on a canvas? I told you that I love you! That I would always love you! I tell you over and over and over! Those are my words! My truth! Listen to my truth!"

"B-but what if you change your mind?" Blaine grimaces when that toddler inside him begins throwing an all-out tantrum.

"Then I change my mind!" Kurt groans, slamming his free hand down on an open tube of Dandelion Green, sending a thick ribbon of paint a good four feet. "I'm allowed to change my mind! And so are you! But I don't see that happening!"

"Then why won't you marry me?"

Kurt pulls a face, probably without thinking about it. "Because I'm not very fond of marriage."

"Why not? Your parents had a great marriage! And your father has a wonderful second marriage!"

"But your parents don't have a very good marriage, do they? Nor your older brother, who's been divorced twice already! " Kurt argues, frustration causing him to forget himself and clean his stained hand on the untucked hem of his shirt instead of a rag. That should be a huge red-flag for Blaine to back down, yet he doesn't. Common sense? Sorry, don't know her. "And the national average isn't that great, either. Doesn't it mean more that I choose to stay with you instead of feeling obligated to?"

Blaine doesn't have an answer for that, even though the answer is obviously yes. Of course, it does. And in high school, that would have been enough to shut Blaine up. But admitting to that feels too much like conceding, and this one time, this is an argument he wants to win. "Did you hear that song I've been working on?" Blaine asks, switching gears so quickly, it puts Kurt on edge.

"Yes," Kurt replies, his voice becoming tight quickly. "It's lovely."

"I wrote it for you."

"Thank you. It sounds wonderful. Another huge hit in the making."

"It's the 15th song I've written in your honor."

"Wow," Kurt says dryly, predicting the direction this is heading. "That many?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's an incredibly kind and loving gesture, one that I didn't know required reciprocation."

"It doesn't require reciprocation. But it would be nice."

Kurt rolls his eyes at Blaine's agenda. Tit for tat. Is that how this is supposed to work? "From what I remember, those songs made you a pretty penny."

"So?"

"So, it's not like you wrote them for me and kept them between us. Most of those songs are chart-toppers."

"But I didn't release them for the money! I wouldn't care if they didn't make me a dime! I put them on the albums because I'm not afraid to let the world know how I feel about you!"

Kurt's brow furrows as he fights through a blooming headache to decode that declaration. Once he gets it, he gasps. "I'm not hiding you away if that's what you're implying! You go with me EVERYWHERE! Every gallery opening, every art show! There have been articles written about our relationship! You're no dirty little secret!"

"I never said I was."

"No?" Kurt chuckles bitterly. "You're sure implying it a great deal!"

"That's not what this is about."

"You're right. It's not. Blaine!" Kurt tosses his brush into a mug of water and starts pacing the floor. "I am a gay artist walking a very fine line."

"I'm a gay artist, too!" Blaine says, offended.

"But you're a musician. And a songwriter. Musicians are supposed to use love as their muse. Writing about your relationship is expected... unless you're Taylor Swift, apparently."

"Yeah. What's up with that?"

Kurt shrugs. "I don't know. The point is that the second I make a piece of art about our relationship in any way, shape, or form, I'm afraid that's all it will be about, no matter what I intend."

"Isn't art supposed to be subject to interpretation?"

"That's just it! If I hint that my art has anything to do with you, that will become the only interpretation. Because too many straight people see the homosexual experience as solely about the right to fuck who we want to fuck and nothing else. I make a portrait about you or dedicated to you, and after that... " Kurt's eyes leave Blaine's face, scanning the room and his canvasses all around for help making his argument. He finds a painting of a forest they hiked through in Bali and stops there "... a tree that I paint will no longer be just a tree. It will become a symbol. In a forest of evergreens, if one needle is slightly browner than the rest because the paint oxidizes weirdly or whatever, then it'll be about you and me on the skids and nothing else. And I don't want that to happen."

Blaine turns in his chair to find the painting Kurt is staring at. On the surface, it's trees, dirt, and sky, but underneath, it's much more than that. That painting of their beloved paradise is perfection - so much so that he can feel the sun on his face, the breeze kissing his cheek, smell the sunscreen on his skin. "I understand what you're saying, but... "

"But?" Kurt grinds out between his teeth. This is the frustrating thing about arguing with Blaine. Even when he says he sees Kurt's point of view, he doesn't seem to really.

And when he's not winning, he gets dismissive.

"... I think you're overthinking things a little."

"And you're not?"

"Another evade," Blaine says, pointing at him in a way reminiscent of his brother's only acting technique.

Kurt grabs the hair at his temple and pulls to keep from flinging the palette in his hand like a frisbee at Blaine's head. "Isn't it more important that you know how I feel about you? You inspire me every day! Your love, your support, your music - they feed my soul! But do I have to plaster it on a wall to make it real?"

"That's kind of an empty question because you don't! There are no paintings of me! Not even in our apartment! And I'm sorry, but I think that's very telling!"

Kurt nods, his lips pulled taut. "You're right, Blaine. Not one. And it is very telling." He drops his palette on his work table and circles the room, grabbing finished canvases and carrying them over. He positions them purposefully, placing some under UV lights he has mounted to runners on the ceiling.

"What... what are you doing?" Blaine asks with worry, wondering if Kurt is about to do something hasty, something that will ruin his paintings, waste all those hours of work, jeopardize the money he has yet to collect for them.

Kurt doesn't answer.

He doesn't even look at him.

He works silently, his shoulders rigid, his footsteps heavy as he collects paintings Blaine forgot about, paintings that had made Blaine bristle because they were of places they had been to together, things they had made a point to see only with each other, but not a one included him. Those Kurt flips upside down.

He swipes a squeeze bottle of clear liquid from his army of supplies. It could be water. It could be paint thinner. Blaine doesn't know, but he's not certain he wants to find out. He's about to leap off his seat to stop him, but Kurt switches off the overhead lights, turns on the UVs, and Blaine stops. He watches in horror as Kurt douses the flipped canvases in fluid, but the paint doesn't run. Whatever is in that bottle, it sticks, but only in certain areas, and before it dries completely, Kurt dusts the paintings with a fine powder, one that brings hidden images to life beneath the lights.

“Oh my God,” Blaine mutters, stepping back to get a better look.

Every painting, in one way or another, is of him. Of them. And not just recently. There are images of them from college, high school... middle school. There are profiles of Blaine in the negative space between flowers of one painting, and in the clouds of another. A fluorescent image of teenaged him playing guitar to a silhouette of Kurt sitting beside him. There are shadows of them dancing, singing, even a daring one of them making love up against a wall.

And the flipped landscapes? Their vacation pictures, as it were? The glowing dust reveals portraits hiding in plain sight, painted upside down and invisible to the naked eye. All of these images, Kurt painted in ways where no one would detect them if they weren't looking for them. If they didn't know they were there.

And they are in every. single. one.

Now that he's seen this, it's safe to assume all of Kurt's works carry similar Easter eggs, even paintings long gone.

"Why... why didn't you tell me about this?" Blaine asks, too stuck on stupid to move, walk from painting to painting and examine them properly.

"Why did I need to? I love you. I've told you. What else did I need to prove?"

Blaine shakes his head slowly, ashamed of himself. What an imbecile he is! Kurt is absolutely right. He loves him! He didn't need to prove it! The hurt Blaine felt - that was on him. It wasn't Kurt's responsibility to fix it. There isn't a day that goes by where Kurt doesn't show his love to Blaine in one way or another. Blaine didn't need this. He really didn't.

And right now, he doesn't feel he deserves it.

On a side note, how wrapped up in his own crap has he been that here, in this space that they share, where proximity has forced Kurt to memorize every song Blaine has been writing for his latest album while he paints, that he never realized just how frickin' talented his boyfriend is!?

"Kurt... " Blaine finally finds the strength to take a step forward, drawn to that ghostly image of them making love. It's a simple shadow of the moment, but it evokes a powerful memory "... these are incredible. How did you... ?" Blaine expects an answer before he can finish. Kurt is rarely shy about discussing his work.

Though Blaine should use this opening to his advantage - apologize since those should have been the first words out of his mouth.

But he gets nothing.

"Kurt?" Blaine looks over his shoulder in search of his boyfriend, ready to make amends.

But Kurt is gone.

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wrestlingchick2021 · 3 years

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Pentagon x Reader

NSFW with a Fluffy ending!!

Pentagon's pov

It was a bright sunny afternoon in Mexico and laid out on a towel, sitting by the pool of my home was my beautiful bride to be. I watched her as she lay in the sun, getting more sunburnt by the minute, not that it mattered. She was happy and that made me happy. I walked over to her and stood in her sunshine, which bugged her to no end.

"Um babe, your in my sunlight." She said as she looked at me through her sunglasses.

"Your gonna get sick baby. Please, come inside and get some air-conditioning." I asked her nicely. She had already been in the sun for 4 hours with no sun-screen and had badly damaged her skin.

"Yeah, that's not happening. I'm not going to be stuck inside." She said with sass in her voice.

"Excuse you." I lowered my voice and I watched her face turn away from me. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her close to my face. She gasped when I did so and giggled.

"Oh really? Giggling now but just you wait." I growled and brought her inside and pushed her to the couch. I went to the tv stand and grabbed a bundle of rope and a satin eye mask. She looked at me and bit her lip, something that seriously turned me on. She knew she was in trouble.

"Now, mi puta (my bitch), what to do with you?" I said lowly and stalked over to her.

"Look Penta..." She started but I cut her off.

"That's not my name angel." I said, my accent getting more and more prominent as I spoke to her.

"Um... Daddy?" She said softly.

"That's right. Daddy, that's my name." I growled and she cowards underneath my stare. I had finally made my way over to her and grasped both her wrists and began to tie them together. I finished tying her hands together, not too tight, but tight enough so she didn't escape. I grabbed her throat and kissed the shell of her ear to draw out a small moan from her mouth.

"Bedroom, now." I growled as she stood up. I stopped her and made a 'tsk' sound and she knew what I was asking. She got down on her knees and hands. Although they were tied, she was still able to crawl and off she went slowly but surely making her way towards our room. I took slow steps behind her, stalking her, watching her. Once she made it to our room, I helped her onto the bed and began tying her down.

She watched my closely as I tied each knot intricately. Not one of the four knots would be tied the same, and she knew that. I grabbed the blindfold from my pocket and and gently tied it around her head. I went into the draw underneath our bed and grabbed out a special toy. One she was very fond of and gently laid it next to her on the bed. I then grabbed the small pocket knife out of the bedside table.

I gently pushed the side of the blade onto her sunburnt skin. I watched her body suck in a small breath and I smirked. I removed the blade from her skin and placed it on the nightstand once again. I untied her bikini top and threw it to the floor, repeating the process with her bottoms.

The hairs on her arm quickly rose from the cool indoor air. I left a trail of kisses from her neck to her waist and back to her neck, making sure to stop just above her freshly shaved pussy. She whimpered and that was a no no. It was border line begging. I hated begging unless I told her to beg. I stopped what I was doing and grabbed the flogger I had placed on the bed and ran it over her face and down her stomach. This was her favorite part. She was much like me in the way she needed to feel pain to keep going.

"No noise or I start again. Understand?" I growled with my accent on full display.

"Yes daddy." Came her hushed reply. I quickly snapped the flogger against her pussy.

"What?" I growled once more.

"Yes daddy, I understand!" Her reply was much louder.

"Good girl." I chuckled and snapped it once more off her pussy. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans. I hadn't tied her legs down this time. I wanted to watch her squirm and try to fight her quickly approaching orgasm. After 10 hits on her thighs and pussy I threw the flogger to the floor and began to remove my clothes. Her ears perked at the sound of my belt being undone. I finished stripping and backed away from the bed quietly, leaving her wanting more. I was going to make her wait. I walked over the closet and grabbed her favorite vibrator. Being careful not to make any noise I walked back over to the bed. I took notice that she had her head up trying to to locate where I had gone. I quietly plugged the vibrator in and before turning it on I reminded her that I was still in the room.

"Now, mi mascota (my pet), were going to play a little game. Mi hermosa (my brother) is coming over and he doesn't know your here. Your gonna keep quiet while I have a quick chat with him, you cum as much as you want but if he hears you, I will punish you. Am I clear?" I said.

"Yes daddy. All clear." She said clearly and loudly just the way I liked. I turned the vibrator on and taped it to her so it touched her clit* I grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the dresser and put them on before leaving the room to go talk to my brother.

*About 45 minutes later*

I had returned to her and just as I had asked, she kept quiet the whole time but she was a tearful and cum covered mess. I chuckled and walked over to her. I took the blindfold off and shut the vibrator off. I was still hard from before.

"You did so well mi princesa (my princess). Now, time for your reward." I said lowly.

"Oh yes. Thank you daddy." She said happily. I quickly stripped out of the sweatpants and my underwear before climbing on top of her.

I rubbed my tip against her swollen clit and slid right in without issue. Normally, I wouldn't take my time but I was a generous man and took my time just this once. I was already so deep and she still kept silent as I asked, I had decided that was enough of that.

"Let me hear you. Every noise princess." I growled and thrusted even deeper if possible. She moaned loudly and I chuckled.

"Faster. Please?" She asked softly.

"Faster? As you wish." She didn't beg. She asked, it was different. I began to thrust a little bit faster.

"Daddy, please? Fuck me, like only you know how." She finally snapped and begged.

I gave in and began to thrust hard, deep, and fast. She took everything I gave her like the good girl she was. I rubbed her clit pulled her up towards me so fast that the rope I had binding her hands to the bed snapped. I held her close and thrusted deeper hitting her g-spot making her scream out. It only spurred me on until I felt my orgasm fast approaching. It didn't take long until she had cum one final time, triggering mine and together we came.

Hard.

Once I finished cumming inside her, I laid her back down and pulled out. I saw my cum leaking out of her and quicky licked it up causing her to shiver and moan softly. I walked to the bathroom that was connected to our room and grabbed a damp wash cloth. I cleaned her up and then did something I had never done before. I undid my mask, revealing my face to her for the first time. It wasn't uncommon for luchadors to reveal their faces to loved ones but this was a matter of trust. She was the first girl I had ever put my trust in and I loved every bit of her, there was no denying that. Once I finished cleaning her up and pulled her close as she fell asleep next to me. I stayed awake to protect my lover. It wasn't long before my brother knocked on the door and saw her and I. He smiled and knew exactly what had happened. I put my trust in someone other then him and he could finally rest easy.

#penta el zero m #aew #smut #lucha brothers #pentagon #lovers #trust

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moonb-eam · 4 years

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ok i just saw the p&p confession ask and i could not resist: so if eliott was so unsure about if lucas would read his letter, how did he feel when lucas came to arbrenne? what was his pov during that dinner when lucas tried to make him smile and all? and also, why(i know why but i need his thoughts) did he cry when lucas said he loved him too? was he not expecting the kiss bc he seemed confused about lucas saying he'll keep the jacket? anyway i love love love your writing!!!

ahh thank you love!! 💛💛

so, let’s see...

(this got a bit long so i put it under the cut)

Eliott had no idea whether Lucas read his letter or not, and it weighed on him, nearly as much as the thought that Eliott may very well never see him again weighed on him.

He hates the possibility that the letter will remain unopened, and that Lucas will forever hold this impression of Eliott in his mind that is sour and warped - an impression that was cultivated on Charles’ persuasive nature and Eliott’s own foolishness.

He tries to make peace with it, that the letter was his last chance to explain himself to Lucas, and as the days pass: spring slipping into summer, fading to fall, hardening to winter, and returning to first blossom of spring once again, Eliott tries to accept that Lucas will now exist only as a memory to him. A distant dream just out of his reach, a star that he can only ever admire from the surface of the Earth.

He doesn’t have faith in magic and fate like he used to as a child. He’s not hoping for any divine intervention that will point their twisting paths back together, but then.

There’s a warm, sunny day when Eliott returns home early from his trip to Paris, when he surprises Daphné at her piano, and in the midst of spinning them both in a circles, both of them laughing, he hears a faint gasp, notices a flash of brilliant blue in the gap of the open door.

And there, Eliott is wondering if he needs to start believing in magic and fate and all manner of things unexplainable again, because he knows those eyes.

Eliott would know those eyes anywhere.

His chase after Lucas is a bit ridiculous, his subsequent awkwardness embarrassing, but he cannot be blamed for his own lack of decorum, not when he’s standing before Lucas on the steps, watching the way the sunlight kisses his skin.

He’s here. He’s at Eliott’s home.

What are you doing here? Eliott wants to ask. Did I conjure you from thought? From dream?

Did you read it?

Lucas gives a hasty explanation - he’s travelling with friends around Loire, admiring the castles, and they came for a tour, as Madeleine claimed the house was open for tours.

Eliott takes all of this in stride. He knows that people are curious about Arbrenne, knows that Madeleine is always eager to show of the house she works so tirelessly to run, and knows that, often when he’s away, she will show these people around, taking them through the sculpture gallery, the garden, the formal dining room.

But that is people. People who Eliott may never meet, who wander the halls his family built, admiring the architecture. People. Not him. Not Lucas.

Lucas, who is shy with Eliott, in a way that feels oddly incongruous to the image of him Eliott has in his mind: brash and loud, with a tongue like a whip. This Lucas stares everywhere except at Eliott, while Eliott can stare at little except him. This Lucas has his hands clasped neatly in front of himself. He gives stilted and abrupt answers, and it worries Eliott. It makes him think he’s making Lucas uncomfortable.

Maybe he didn’t read it.

Or maybe he did read it, and now he doesn’t want to be near you.

Except he is there. Here. Right in front of Eliott, as mesmerizing as he’s ever been, and Eliott must not have a sliver of self-preservation left because he’s asking Lucas to stay, trying to invite him for tea, trying to do anything to keep him there, to stop him from disappearing on the spring wind like a secret uttered between lovers.

The fragility of Eliott’s invitation, however, is unnecessary. Because Lucas’ friends arrive, and with them, an instant feeling of camaraderie Eliott did not expect.

Basile Savary and Arthur Broussard. They have an infectious energy about them, an unselfconsciousness that Eliott is a bit envious of. They’re loud and they seem - or at least Mr. Savary does - to speak without considering their words, and Eliott is fond of them immediately.

Eliott invites them all for dinner, because the notion of their dining room being filled with laughter all night is a pleasant one, and because Eliott is sure the Daphné will be endlessly amused by all three of them together.

It’s only then, once Mr. Savary and Mr. Broussard have accepted as Lucas watches on with an indiscernible expression, that Eliott realizes he chased after Lucas without re-buttoning his shirt, and it is with as much dignity as possible that Eliott scurries away from them, clumsy fingers fumbling against the thick material.

Daphné, of course, teases him mercilessly for it.

“Look at the state of you,” she says with a laugh, tying up Eliott’s cravat for him while Eliott sits on the arm of the sofa, pouting. “Running after his with your neck all bare.” She shakes her head. “It’s a basic level of seduction, but it is still seduction, and for that, I commend you.”

“I’m not trying to seduce him,” Eliott complains, ignoring it when Daphné lets out another laugh. “I’m trying to be his friend.”

Daphné pauses, looking up to meet Eliott’s eyes. There’s a soft turn to her mouth, a caring, gentle expression, that makes her look just like their mother. “But you love him, don’t you?”

Eliott sighs, lowering his eyes to his knees. “Yes.”

“So, you want to be more than his friend.” She says it as if it’s the simplest thing in the entire world. As if it could be as simple as Eliott says, Lucas, I want to be everything to you. As if he hasn’t already tried that.

“I don’t think he wants that from me,” Eliott says quietly, and Daphné nudges him under his chin, forcing him to look up and meet her eyes.

“Then he’s a fool.”

“But-”

Daphné shakes her head. “You’re the best person I know in this world, Eliott. And if he can’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve you.” The conviction in her voice, is strong, sure, and it’s almost enough to make Eliott believe her words as if they’re his own, the way Dr. Daucet tells him to speak to himself whenever he falls into a cavern of self-doubt.

I am deserving of good things.

I am deserving of happiness.

I am deserving of love.

Sometimes, when he says these things out loud, he almost believes them too.

“You’re right,” he tells Daphné and she grins, smacking a wet kiss to his cheek and running a hand through his hair.

“Now,” she says seriously, “we have to make you look presentable.” She hums, considering. “Presentable, but in a rogue-ish sort of way.”

“Daphy,” Eliott says, just as seriously. “I don’t think I know what that means.”

They eat dinner together, all of them, including a man named Herman, who has the most wonderfully entertaining stories Eliott has ever heard. They eat together, and it’s perfect, the way they are all able to come together. It’s perfect, because Eliott sits across from Lucas the entire meal, and he gets to watch as Lucas’ shyness morph into something else: something that’s still sweet, but a bit bolder, shades of the Lucas that Eliott has seen in ballrooms: quick and clever and so funny that Eliott nearly snorts wine into his nose from laughing.

He glances up, hoping no one saw him, except there’s Lucas, smiling at him from across the table as though there’s a private joke they’re both in on.

(And well, Eliott supposes there is.)

The weight of Lucas’ gaze is utterly intoxicating.

Eliott feels himself melt under it like sugar under his tongue.

Daphné won’t stop nudging her knee against his under the table, but Eliott barely notices. He’s consumed by a thought. Not even a thought, but a word. One word that encompasses an entire ocean of meaning.

Eliott feels Lucas’ gaze on himself and the word comes, arresting and gorgeous and hopeful: maybe.

Now, as far as Eliott feelings in the field scene, I’ve touched on that a little bit here.

But the best way I can explain it is like this:

Something happens, and it’s something you’ve been dreaming of for so long that it feels like memory as it unfolds in front of you, and it takes a moment for you to realize that no, this is real. This is not me hoping, this is something happening to me right now. And it’s like, the happiness inside of you is too much to contain. Your heart is a comet. Your soul is a sunrise. Your hands are the wings of a morning dove, but at the same time, you are so wholly, utterly yourself. You are at home in confines of yourself, infinite in your limitations. You are loved. And you love. And you are loved.

That is what Eliott feels, standing in that dew-fresh field as Lucas confesses to him.

That’s why he cries.

#asks #anon #p&p au #thank you darling!!#i hope you like this 💛💛💛#i was reading it back and i had a moment where i was like:#do i even make sense anymore or do i just spout random sap about gazes and love #and i’m still not sure what the answer is asdfjsjdj

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Peachtober | Day 14: Overgrown

Black!Reader x Monster Woo

Summary: Monster Woo is a simple man who sells flowers for a living and you are an Instagram photographer. Your models’ faces are better known than you yourself, but Woo wants to see what’s behind the camera.

Genre: Fluff

Moodboard and reaction requests open! Mstrlst in bio!

During a sunny Spring Day, a new shipment of flowers come in at 꽃벌 (play on words of flower and bee). It is the largest one since it is the start of the season. Valentine's Day is long gone, and White Day was a hit. All of the red and white roses being 70% of the seasonal inventory and now going back to its regular 40% since roses would sell no matter what season or occasion.

Youngwoo rolled up his burgundy sleeves to help the part time worker carry large sacks of fertilizer and dirt into the back while she balanced seedlings and vases under her arms and even atop her coily buzzcut.

“Naveah, once you’re done bringing in all the pots, can you start organizing them please?” He asked.

“Sure, Big Daddy.” She replied.

The tall man sighed, “I told you to stop calling me that.”

Naveah just smiled in response and continued to carry the rest of the product until the truck was empty. Then she began sorting pots by height and material while Woo worked on answering calls and writing down some new clients and jobs they were wanted for. A few weddings, a birthday, two divorce parties. One he turned down because they were planning on burning flowers, and he could never imagine putting his beautiful gifts through that.

A young woman about 20 or older came in dressed in purple slacks, heels to match, and a white shirt. Her typha colored hand reaching into her purse for her phone to check if she was at the right location.

She entered the store and Woo told the woman on the phone, “One second.”

“Hello.”

“Hello, I am Y/N and I run a photography blog. I was wondering if you would be interested in hiring me to take pictures of your flowers for advertising. I have experience with both still life and live models.” She said, setting her card down on the desk.

Woo picked it up and read the Hangul and the English translation. She was a photographer for sure.

“Why does your name seem so familiar?”

She gave a smile, “A few of my models have walked during Seoul Fashion Week this past bit cuz they saw my photos.”

He smiled, “Ah, right. It seems like with a face like yours, you would be the one in front of the camera.”

Y/N began to blush, “Oh, um. Thank you.”

The two just stared at each other and smiled for a moment before she spoke up.

“Well, I should get going. You have a phone call to get back to.”

Woo nodded, “Oh, right. Yes. It was nice meeting you and I will be in contact.”

The woman left and the florist finished the call, thankful they hadn't hung up. Y/N...jeez she was beautiful.

The sound of a glass vase breaking snapped the tall man out of his daze. He sighed and called out the worker's name before heading over to get the broom to hand to her.

After work, Woo locked up and said farewell to his worker before taking a taxi home. Before going to bed, he looked up the Instagram page that was on the card Y/N gave him.

She was really good. Like, it was so much better than he had expected. Pictures of flowers in vases and people and so many beautiful faces. A lot of her stuff was currently flower based. It seemed she didn’t delete the stuff from her early days either. The camera quality had gome up so much too. Woo couldn’t help but like one of them that made him think of a tattoo. Wait, no.

It was from 4 years ago! She was going to think he was a creep! No, no. Y/N wouldn’t do that, right? It was just a possible employer checking out an employee’s past work to see if it would affect his current business. He made up his mind. Woo would hire the beautiful black girl to work for his company. All of his current photos were taken by him and Naveah, so they weren’t that great. If they could up the photo quality of the inventory, then they would sell more.

The large man soon fell asleep thinking about what floral arrangements he would make for each tier. Each one was linked with a color, so he could make it monochrome. Or maybe most of that color. Y/N looked really cute in purple. Hair like an allium.

The next day at the shop, Youngwoo called her while setting up the flowers he would use for this week’s specialty arrangement.

“Hello, this is Photobomb Productions, Y/N speaking.” She said in English and then repeated it in Korean.

Woo smiled, “Hello. This is Youngwoo from 꽃벌. I would like to take you up on your offer of becoming our floral photographer. I have been meaning to take some new pics for some summer deals.”

He could hear her squaling out of excitement in the background and then she cleared her throat and talked professionally, “That is great to hear. What day or time would the photographic subjects be ready for me to photograph?”

“Today is Friday, so I will be busy all weekend. I can get them done by either Tuesday or Wednesday since I already have sketches. All I have to do it put them together.”

“Perfecto! How does Tuesday at 2pm sound?” Y/N asked.

Woo looked at his schedule, “I have a delivery at 1:30 in the afternoon, but I will probably have my worker handle that one.”

“I see. Alright, well, I will see you then. Do not hesitate to call me if we have to move it to Wednesday. Have a nice day.”

“You too.” Woo replied and the woman hung up.

“Who was that, Big Daddy?” his worker asked, carrying in a box of seeds to set up in the seed bin near the front.

He rolled his eyes, “That woman who came in yesterday. A photographer. She’s gonna take photos for us from now on. I’m gonna be up late drafting up a contract and then we’ve gotta--” The tattooed florist sighed. “I shouldn’t bore you with technicalities. Let’s get these arrangements done.”

“Let me bring over the vases.” The short haired woman said.

Woo looked at the workbench, “Neveah, where are the Calla Lilies?” he asked after her.

“We had two weddings that wanted them, so we are getting an emergency shipment in, but not until tomorrow.” She replied, making sure the seed packets fell flat before adding more on.

He nodded, “Right. Right. Um…” then he remembered the thought he had last night and went to a sky blue bucket and picked out a bulbous purple flower with a long stem. “We’ll use these today instead.”

And so for the next few minutes before the sign was flipped, the two made matching arrangements. Neveah had always wanted to do more now that her probation was up. Woo’s shop was known for flowers and arrangements, served weddings of all types and even funerals. The most important thing about it was who it employed, however. Former convicts and people who were needed someplace to work while on probation.

Youngwoo believed that everyone deserved a second chance and that humans could change, which is why he hired who he did.

“Ah, it didn’t come out as well as yours.” Neveah said as hers had a bit of a bend in the long stem and just seemed overall more messy than the one her boss made.

“Don’t worry about it. This is only the third one you’ve ever made, so I think you did really well. In fact, yours will go on the box instead of mine so people will see it first.” The man set hers onto the white wooden box in the window and placed his next to it.

Dark pink roses and sunflowers graced the top of the white vase with solid aster placed in here and there. The allium rested above each one like a proud head. They would stay in the front for the week and then they would be dead and turned into compost for a nearby flower nursery.

The woman smiled and then it was time to flip the sign. Business didn’t pick up until around lunch which was the usual thing. People buying either a single flower or a dozen on the way to a date. When Neveah left for the day, Yieun clocked in and hugged Woo having started this business together before she tried and failed to become an idol.

“Is the car filled up yet? Remember, I have to drop off some stuff for a business meeting and a 16th birthday today.” She said.

“It’s all packed up and ready to go. Feel free to double check, but it had been pretty quiet today.” He replied. “Ah, are there business cards still inside?”

Tuesday came, and Woo was nervous to see her again. They had talked over the phone for the past couple of days to finalize things. Y/N was really kind but he could tell how much her work meant to her. It was a small business that she was ultimately running on her own and often didn’t get paid for her time because people hardly ever took the arts seriously. Photography was no exception.

People thought it was just sitting in good lighting, point and click, which it wasn’t.

Woo had three different arrangements made for each color level. White, green, purple, and yellow. Each added the amount of flower types and the default price was a clear glass vase. A custom vase color/type would cost $3 extra. The second and third were in custom vases and set up in the workshop.

It was extra clean for today and there were no arrangements to be made. Mondays through Wednesdays were the slowest of the slow most of the time. That meant today was perfect for Y/N to come in.

She arrived right on time in a yellow long sleeve top tucked into a rainbow skirt and white and rainbow shoes. Rainbow accessories too, but carrying a duffle bag of work stuff.

Yieun was out on her current delivery, so Woo fixed his brows and hair before greeting her with a poliot bow.

“Hello, Y/N. How are you doing today? Have you eaten?” He asked.

“I am doing well, and yes I have. I went to a taco place. It was good, but the sauce stained the jacket I was wearing.” The woman sighed, tying her hair back before she set up everything.

It wasn’t the most glamorous thing, but Woo asked if he could watch. She said as long as he stayed behind the camera, it was ok. However, the man wasn’t watching the flowers, but instead watched how she worked. The way she bent over to get a better angle from her tripod and set up the lights.

She seemed so delicate, like she herself was a rose petal in need of much care. However, they way she pursed her lips seemed to go perfectly like thorns. The man knew she wasn’t thinking about him. Her eyes were on the flowers, but at the same time, Y/N was all he could think about for the past week.

Sometimes his imagination would try to run away with the idea of her, but that wasn’t fair to her. He barely knew her last name.

The shy and strong Woo was enchanted by the photographer. Ah, he wanted to say something to her. To ask her out, but she was so professional. This was just work for her, and he didn’t want to get in the way of her job. Still, wasn’t it worth a chance to at least get a proper answer instead of wondering “What if?”

“No, no.”

“Um, Youngwoo? Can you help raise this up a bit more?” She reached her brown hand towards the top of the light.

As the taller man helped her, he decided to just go for it, “Hey, um, Y/N. Feel free to say no, but I was um. I was wondering if you would possibly maybe want to go on a sort of kind of date with me?”

“Oh, um, sure. Right there is good.”

Woo tightened the stand, and she began taking pictures again.

“What kind of place were you thinking?” She asked. “Y’know, for our date? Dinner and a movie?”

“I’d like to take you on a picnic. I know it’s sort of cliche, but Han River is really nice and there’s usually some nice busking that goes on there.” He said was her felt his heart beat outside of his chest, “I am leaving the shop to Yieun and a part timer this weekend. We can do it then.”

Y/N smiled up at him as she stood on the other side of the arrangement, “Sounds like a plan, Youngwoo. I shall wear a dress.”

“You can wear anything you want. I’m sure you’ll look great.” The man answered earnestly.

A surprised smile before Yieun called for him. Woo said he’d be right back and went to go talk to his co-worker about what had to be done. It wasn’t much. Just a bit of organizing here and there and sweeping. Simple things that took a while.

“By the way~” She whispered. “Did you ask her out? Niveah said she’s all you talk about.”

“I did.” He replied, playing coy.

“And? Did she say yes?”

A smile broke out on his face, “She did.”

Yieun put her hands up for a high five and asked for details one their hands met in celebration.

The following days, Woo kept sending his friend photos for potential outfits. She kept telling him to ditch the dress shirts because he looked awkward in them. It was just a casual thing, so he went with some gray sneakers, khakis, and a black and white striped top. Because of the pollen forecast, he opted out of contacts and just wore his glasses. The most expensive thing he wore was his gold watch from a birthday.

He had decided on a simple picnic instead of the ferry for dinner. Maybe if things went well, but he didn't wanna look too far ahead. He knew of a spot away from the main busy area where a few weeping willows provided the perfect shade.

“Youngwoo-ssi!” Her familiar voice called.

The man was breathless as could be as Y/N walked towards him, her copper skin covered in a blue and white dress that allowed for her arm to be bare except for a gold and white bracelet. Simple makeup other than a pink matte lip that accented her smile.

They bowed and greeted each other.

“You look...amazing.” He couldn’t help but stared.

“Thank you. You look great, too. I think this is my first time seeing you without an apron on.” She replied.

Woo smiled in response, “Thank you. I have a super special spot for us. A friend told me about it.”

She smiled, “Sounds great.”

“Have you had any other clients lately?” He asked.

“Oh my gosh, so I had this really sweet woman come in yesterday with her pregnant wife so that we can do the pregnancy announcement pictures and stuff. This is fine. I had it set up and such for that because she made an appointment.”

The tall man smiled, “Oh, that is really nice.”

“However, she went into labor in the middle of me taking the photos.”

“She what?”

“Right?

Woo asked, “Did she not know she was going to give birth?”

Y/N shrugged dramatically, “I guess not, but luckily, my next door neighbor is in her last year of training to become a nurse. She helped to deliver the baby in my bathtub.” She laughed. “I spent most of the day cleaning it.”

Both of them laughed at the whole story. That’s what it was like to have an at home studio as a photographer.

“Ah, here it is.”

Behind the leaves of a willow tree, there was a perfect little alcove where a red gingham blanket was spread out and food was separated between the two in the form of sandwiches. Conversation flowed smoothly as the overgrown tree provided shade for the couple that fate decided to put together. They talked about work and of family.

Kim Youngwoo blushed when she complimented him on being a good person, taking in people society had rejected because of a series of bad mistakes.

He told her about how he just wanted to help people like him, how the U.S. basically deported him back to Korea because of--

“I don’t care what you did, Youngwoo.” Y/N said honestly. “You’re obviously not the same person you were back then, or at least you are doing much better. Besides, that isn’t the person I’m starting fall for.”

“Who are you starting to fall for?” Woo asked, hoping his heart was beating for all the right reasons.

She bit her lip and then looked up at him after hesitating to say the truth, “You.”

#Monster Woo #Woo Fam #Kim Youngwoo #Monster Woo x Reader #Reader x Monster Woo #Youngwoo x Reader #Reader x Youngwoo #Florist!AU #Black!Reader #Female!Reader #Photographer!Reader #Instagram #Fluff #cuteness #Peachtober #Inktober '19 #Inktober #Inktober 2019

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unfortunate-stranger-losers · 4 years

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All Those Things They Couldn’t Say - A Runaway Baudelaires AU

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Chapter Fifty-One - And prate about an Elephant

When everyone had calmed down, Violet managed to come up with a schedule for guard duty, where two would watch the surrounding area while the others slept. Klaus insisted on going first, and Violet was pretty sure he suspected that she’d try to stay overtime. Duncan sat with him, and Violet fell asleep still hearing them mumble something to each other. Isadora had spread out enough blankets to wrap her and Quigley up, staying against him even as he kicked and turned a little, clearly not sleeping well. Sunny stayed curled beside Violet, though she slept perhaps least of the group, sitting up every now and again to watch the horizon and wait for her father to arrive. Besides, well, it was daytime, and Sunny wasn’t used to sleeping in bright light.

After a few hours, Klaus awoke Violet for her watch, but when Duncan moved towards his siblings, Quigley sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m already awake, I might as well.”

“Are you sure? You’ve just been through a lot-”

“So have you. I’ll watch, you sleep, I’ll wake Isadora up in a bit.”

Duncan hesitated and then nodded. He helped his brother up, and then they touched their foreheads together a moment, just feeling each other. Then Duncan took his place beside Isadora, and Quigley wandered over to sit by Violet.

They were silent for a long while, listening for any sounds of approaching strangers. Quigley bounced his leg, playing with his zipper, and Violet twirled her ribbon over her hands, sometimes pulling back her hair and thinking of how to build an invention to make it easier to see through snow.

She turned after about an hour, her eyes scanning over her siblings. Sunny had finally succumbed to exhaustion, snoozing beside Klaus, who was only moderately pushing against her in his sleep. Duncan and Isadora were hugging each other, and after waiting a moment to ensure they were also asleep, she turned to Quigley and whispered, “It was you, right?”

“Hmm?” he asked, staring into the distance.

“In the Hospital. You were in the cellar with us, weren’t you?”

Quigley shut his eyes, and then hugged himself. “Yeah.”

She gave him a quick look, scanning over his face, and then said, “I’m… sorry you had to go through that.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” Quigley said back.

“Why did he even take you?”

“Wanted to kill my siblings and use me for my family fortune.” Quigley said. He glanced back at his siblings, and then said quietly, “I thought they’d killed Duncan for a while. They told me… but I didn’t know if I believed it, if I could… and then I saw him and Isadora in the cave and…” he shuddered. “I was just so relieved I couldn’t speak for a moment, and… and they were there…”

“I get that.” Violet nodded. She scooted a little closer to him. “When I saw- when I saw my parents in there, heard them, I almost forgot I’d been kidnapped, I just knew they were there.”

Quigley nodded, hugging his knees.

They were silent another moment, and then Violet slid her hand over Quigley’s. He flinched, turning to her, and she said, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“You know.”

“I-it’s what any decent person would’ve done.”

“But he hurt you. You knew he would, and you did it anyway.”

“I…”

She sighed, running her hand over his, and then she said quietly, “Can I see?”

“You… you probably don’t want-”

“Can I see?” she said, more insistently.

Slowly, he nodded, and reached for his left arm, pulling on the sleeve a little. Violet reached over, pushing it back as far as it would go, and staring down at the massive scar still left over from a few days before.

“It’s… it doesn’t really hurt that much right now.” Quigley tried.

Violet kept staring down. Then she used her free hand to pull out her ribbon, and she quickly tied back her hair. “We’ve got a first aid kit in the Sunnyb- in Klaus’s bag. We can probably-”

“It’s fine, really.”

“I doubt they gave you any first aid, we should at least-”

“Look, it healed and it’s probably not infected, we’re fine.”

“There’s gotta be something I can do.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, I’ll help.”

“Really, it’s fine, we should focus on guarding. It doesn’t hurt, I’ll be fine, promise.”

“You better be telling me the truth.” Violet and Quigley both looked up, realizing their faces were rather close together. Quigley froze, his cheeks going red, and Violet said quietly. “Seriously. Promise it’s okay for now?”

“I promise.” Quigley said quietly.

Violet smiled a little, then pulled away slightly and looked back down at his arm. She flinched a little at the scar, pulling his sleeve down for him. “There, now you’re not cold.”

“It’s really not that cold.”

“That’s cause it’s almost False Spring, the weather gets unusually warm before going-”

“-back to cold, yeah.”

“We better be out of here before it ends.”

“Well, your father said to wait til I ran out of food… I don’t think he thought you’d all be here, though- fuck, I left my bag-”

“We’ve got plenty of food.”

“I’m… I’m just worried.”

“Who did you say he was running from?”

“Two people… a man with a beard but no hair, and this woman with hair but no beard. They had this… aura of menace, I guess. Bertrand just said they were dangerous arsonists. And that we shouldn’t go near them.”

Violet considered, running through a list of people her parents had pointed out to her as bad. “I don’t think they mentioned them, but we were a bit, well, busy on the run. And they didn’t want us to be worried all the time.” She sighed. “Sucks that we are now.”

“Hopefully we can find some way out soon.” Quigley said.

Violet hesitated, and then reached for her bag. “Actually, at the hospital, we found this-”

“Wait.”

She froze, her hand just over the flap. “What?”

He held out a hand, and she heard it, too; distant, echoey footsteps. Someone was coming.

“Get your siblings up, duck behind that fallen beam.” she instructed. He nodded, leaping over the ash to race to his triplets. Violet slung her bag over her shoulder and quickly shook her siblings awake. Almost immediately, Klaus caught the look in her eye and jumped up, grabbing his bag as she picked up Sunny. He gathered their blankets in his arms as they raced off, the Quagmires just a little behind, a little more tired.

Once they were down, Quigley said, “Someone’s coming. It could be Bertrand.”

“Or it could be Olaf.” Violet said. “Or one of the other arsonists.”

“Woh?” Sunny asked. “How do we know who it is?”

“If we look, we risk exposing our position.” Violet said.

“If we hide, we risk letting our dad think we’re not here.” Klaus added.

“Did we ever go over this potential situation?” Violet asked, running a hand through her hair, pulling out the ribbon and stuffing it into her pocket. “What do we do?”

“Is there a code?” Quigley asked.

“What?”

“A code. That you have for each other.”

“We change our codes at every hideout, and it’s mainly knocking patterns.” Violet muttered. “We won’t have anything for right now.”

“You could wait to hear his voice.” Isadora said.

“What if he’s being threatened, though?” Klaus said. “Or if someone imitates his voice? Violet can imitate voices pretty well, maybe Olaf found someone…”

“Maybe you can get him to say something only you’d know.” Duncan said.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” Duncan bit his lip. He rocked back-and-forth, and said, “I mean, we… we used Jabberwocky when we found Quigley. The car song we all know.”

“Yeah, we used the poem.” Isadora nodded.

“The…” Violet shut her eyes, and then grabbed Klaus’s hand tightly. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I think so.”

Sunny nodded.

They heard a clatter; someone had reached the remains of the headquarters, tripped over something. They were here.

Now or never.

Violet squeezed Klaus’s hand, and then shouted, loud as she could, her voice breaking, “It was six men of Indoostan!”

There was a deathly silence, as only the wind blew through the ash, silence falling over them.

Violet took a breath, and then choked out, tears springing to her eyes, “To learning much inclined!”

Still silence. They thought they might’ve heard footsteps edging closer, but they might’ve imagined it.

Violet started to cry, so Klaus put an arm around her and called, “Who went to see the elephant, though all of them were blind!”

Sunny grabbed onto Violet’s coat, as tears also came to her, and she cried out, sounding out the words as best she remembered, “That each, by ob-ser-vation!”

They sat, gripping each other’s hands, as the Quagmires watched them carefully, occasionally glancing towards the wall, as if they could see through it and find out who was coming.

Then, quietly, only just barely heard above the wind, a soft whisper.

“Might satisfy his mind…”

Violet leapt to her feet and jumped out from behind the pillar, staring in complete shock. She immediately dropped her bag to the ground, and took off running.

“Poppa!”

Klaus lifted Sunny and took off after her, barely a blur as they all ran to their dad. The Quagmires jumped to their feet, and watched as Violet tackled her father, the two of them falling to the ground; Bertrand, however, recovered quickly enough to break her fall, before sitting up and clutching her close, only removing one arm for a few moments, enough to pull Klaus and Sunny in as well. Klaus dropped to his knees, pressing his head in his father’s shoulder and pulling up against him as tight as he could, while Sunny leapt forward and buried herself in her dad’s tattered shirt, starting to wail and cling to him. Violet, meanwhile, started shaking and sobbing, barely keeping her arms around her father as she was wracked with a storm of tears.

“Dada! Poppa!” Sunny wailed.

“Dad! You’re here! Daddy, you’re here!” Klaus cried.

Bertrand didn’t speak for a long while, just pulling his kids closer and hugging them tight, tying and failing to keep from crying with them. The Quagmires carefully stepped forwards, watching, and then Isadora sat on the edge of the fallen pillar, and her siblings joined her, grabbing each other’s hands.

Violet continued to sob uncontrollably, and Klaus soon joined her, and eventually Bertrand pulled away, putting one hand on a cheek of each of his children, while Sunny continued to cling to him. He scanned them quickly, eyes darting to every bruise or scar, before he said, “Are you okay?”

“Dad.” Klaus just leaned into his hand, reaching up his own to hold it still against his face. “Dad.” Violet didn’t even speak, she just kept crying, staring over at him.

Bertrand pulled them back into a hug quickly, whispering, “I’m here, I’m okay. We’re going to be okay.”

“Poppa…” Sunny cried.

He pulled away again, slowly lifting her up. Sunny smiled and blinked away tears as he looked at her and said, “Sunny, my baby, you’re a toddler now.”

“Big!” Sunny nodded.

He placed her down, and while she grabbed onto his leg, as if letting him go would make him vanish, he glanced up, catching sight of the Quagmires, and his face flickered a moment, before understanding hit him. “Quigley, you found them! You’re okay?”

Quigley nodded, grabbing Isadora’s arm and leaning onto her shoulder. He could wait his turn for a hug, the Baudelaire children had been waiting long enough.

Violet kept crying, and Bertrand turned away from the Quagmires to wipe her tears. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here. Nothing’s going to happen to you again.” his voice broke a little. “Did they hurt you?”

“Poppa…” was all she croaked out.

Bertrand glanced between all his children. “I- I only just got away, I- I don’t think I was followed, so we-”

“Are you hurt?” Klaus asked. “Do you need first aid?”

“No, I- I should be…” he shivered. “What about you-?”

“We’re fine. We’re fine. You’re here.” Klaus said.

Sunny beamed, then looked over at Klaus, her face shining. “Happy Birthday.” she said.

Klaus continued to weep, and the Baudelaires embraced each other again.

#asoue #asoue netflix #a series of unfortunate events #runaway baudelaires au #asoue fanfiction #all those things they couldn't say #the slippery slope #mine #my writing

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rirururu · 5 years

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I want to tackle a more serious multi-chapter TanZen / ZenTan fanfic some time soon. I miss being able to actually develop them through a continuum of events and tying all the plot points together at the end. It’s not that I’m out of steam but I think people are losing interest in this project too ((´д｀)) I might have to either cancel or put the prompt challenge on hold. Let's see what happens. What do you guys think?

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It’s only been eight hours and fourty-nine minutes since Tanjirou Kamado and Zenitsu Agatsuma officially became a couple.

And Zenitsu is already sure that he can’t take much more of this.

Waking up with the chirping birds like he always did, Zenitsu crawled out of his futon in the direction away from his snoring boar friend and made to fold it against the wall. Noticing the spot on the other side of him empty, the only conclusion was that Tanjirou must’ve started his day even sooner.

Looking for his (boy)friend- oh my god, that’s what he was now, wasn’t it- Zenitsu padded out of the room with yawn. He found his target leaning over a bowl in intense concentration. The thrumming drums of nervousness radiated from him in waves. The only thing that snapped him out of it was the sound of the sliding door gently slamming shut.

The effect was immediate. Tanjirou turned, face brightening like the sun. A warm blush colours his tan cheeks pink. Nerves almost completely disappeared. “Zenitsu, g-good morning!”

The blond covered his eyes with a sleeve. His heart was already racing at the sight. “Ugh, too bright… You’re too bright at this time of day, Tanjirou!”

The sun breather only laughed. And for the life of him, Zenitsu couldn’t understand why he looked so delighted to get such a snippy response. He didn’t have time to dwell on it though, not when the other suddenly stood up from his seat. Zenitsu didn’t have the mental power to react. Rounding towards him, Tanjirou wastes no time landing a kiss with the sound of spring on the blond’s cheek. “I made breakfast for you.”

Zenitsu flushes red. His skin buzzes like a bee covered in pollen where gentle lips touched. “Y-You…!” The lack of shame from the other seriously annoyed him! Zenitsu declares but he’s dragged to the table, swaying left and right as a decidedly warm happiness bursts near his chest. He may have giggled, swooned a bit and he’s sure if he were a painting, there’d be hearts emitting from his ears. But he doesn’t care.

Especially not when he finally sees what the fuss was about. Sitting innocently on top of the simple rice dish is an egg, sunny-side up and in the shape of a heart.

A heart…!

“Tanjirou, what’s going on?! My organs feel like they’re going to explode out of my mouth. Is this a disease? Is it fatal? Th-THAT’S IT! I’m dying! You’ve killed me…!”

“Don’t die, Zenitsu!” Despite the dire situation, Tanjirou is smiling. That bastard…! But ah, he can hear now that the ocean of nerves in his spine was subsiding as a calm peace replaced it. Maybe, perhaps, there was that very small chance that Tanjirou actually really cared what Zenitsu thought of his work?

The sentiment burns his eyes wet. He wheezes.

“IT’S TOO LATE.” Zenitsu clutches his stomach dramatically. “I thought I’d leave this world after having my brain giblets guzzled out and my limbs sliced to bits. I thought it’d be less depressing than this. BUT MY true end is THIS-! You’ve killed me with second-hand embarrassment, you fool!”

“That’s a weird way of saying love.”

“ARGH…!” Zenitsu covers his red face with his palms. It’s too much. Tanjirou was so impossible! His heartbeat runs a marathon in his ears, blood rushing, yet the kind sound of a flute and a crystal stream still embracing him is as clear as ever. Suddenly, he feels the light brush of fingers in his hair, and that stream reflects a rainbow.

Tanjirou hummed. His eyes never leave his boyfriend, taking in the tinge of teary golden orbs peeking from between shaking fingers. Yellow locks are still tussled wayward from sleep. It fluffs adorably between his own rough fingers. The cherry blossoms colouring his face contrast nicely, bringing out the image before him nearly as much as the scent of home. His mouth runs away from him, powered purely by his desire to have Zenitsu all to himself. “You’re so cute. I love you.”

Silence.

Finally realizing the weight of the statement, Tanjirou withdrew himself with a horrified squeak and red cheeks.

“Really? That’s what makes you realize how EMBARASSING you’re being?!” He whines. “TAN-JI-ROU…!”

That’s when Zenitsu officially decided that he couldn’t take anymore of this. Tanjirou was too much for him.

But maybe that was just fine.

(he loves him too)

-U-U-U-U-U-

It’s only been two weeks, five days, seventeen hours, and eleven minutes since Tanjirou Kamado and Zenitsu Agatsuma officially became a couple.

And Tanjirou is already sure that he can’t take much more of this.

He just returned to headquarters, haori tattered and blade vibrating with intense aftereffect. Some part of his brain still thinks he’s in battle. Bloodied, surrounded by the corpses of innocent children all under the age of twelve, his mission did not end well. No matter how long he works as a demon slayer, no matter what he sees, he can never stomach the sick feeling of being the only one to come out of it alive.

He was too late.

“Tanjirou.”

He stops merely two meters from the entrance. On the stone steps stood Zenitsu, out of breath as if he ran there at the sound of him. If the next sentence out of this beautiful person that Tanjirou loved so much was any indication, he had. “You’re sad.”

Tanjirou can tell immediately from the frustrated scent of the other that Zenitsu was likely reprimanding himself for the insensitive statement. Of course he’s sad, he imagined the blond internally screaming. He couldn’t begin to imagine the amount of despair in his being but if it was anything like the scent of rotting flesh and crushed dreams, Tanjirou knew he must’ve sounded bad.

So he tries to smile anyway to reassure. “Yeah. It’s okay though-”

“It’s not okay. Don’t say that.” Zenitsu frowns. He holds out a worried hand, the own bandage wrapped around his yellow head seeming like a paper cut in comparison to the wound in his boyfriend’s spirit. The other doesn’t hesitate to take it. It’s fascinating to Tanjirou just how affected Zenitsu was by the tone in his voice. “There’s no way you’re okay.”

Despite the context, Tanjirou finds himself blurting out. “What do I sound like?”

Zenitsu takes pause at this. Their fingers intertwined, the blond squeezes them with a wistful smile. “Like red poppies.”

“That’s-” Tanjirou gasps out. It’s such a strange phenomenon. It’s almost as if the admission itself was enough to break the dam. The anguished memories, that he tried so hard to shove down, return. “That’s beautiful, Zenitsu.”

“Oi, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Stop holding back. Cry, scream, whatever… it’s okay to be sad.”

“I can’t. I- I’m sorry.” Tanjirou didn’t know how. Ever since the first time it happened, ever since he first walked in to a house full of dead bodies, he’s found it so difficult to truly be angry or depressed about it. There was no time. He had to save Nezuko. He had to help all the suffering humans and demons. The world didn’t have time for Tanjirou to be sad.

“Hey,” Zenitsu snaps his fingers in front of him with his free hand. When hazy amber eyes follow the motion in surprise, he sighs. “Follow me.”

Tanjirou isn’t sure what to expect when he hears that. His wounds were already treated and healing. His sword wasn’t broken. His report was already sent ahead of time on the Kasuga crow. There wasn’t much else left to do but answer to any lingering questions from the higher-ups and maybe rest. About the last thing he could anticipate is Zenitsu ripping out a wooden instrument from beneath a cloth. Its head was long, its body delicate yet the blond held it with a confidence that Tanjirou knew he had when handling a blade.

It’s mesmerizing. Since when did Zenitsu know how to play an instrument? So when the boy motions him to sit on the grass, his own seat on the platform overlooking the garden occupied, Tanjirou obeys without protest. He waits, attention dispersed somewhere between how peaceful his boyfriend looked and the practiced gracefulness of pale fingers on the string.

Sure enough, the first note that rings almost has Tanjirou weeping.

It’s sad. It’s such a sad song. Children rapt with confusion over why their parents were unmoving, hands reaching out in silent plea for help before the life fades from lively eyes, the crushing sense of helplessness when he digs them out from beneath furniture. Rushing them into the outside, they’re gone before he even has a chance to lay them on the grass. The demon was dead but at what cost?

It was then that Tanjirou realized that Zenitsu succeeded. He was sad. The music guided him here and now it was hard to breathe. There was a crushing weight of something horribly foul on his heart. It was awful. Why did anyone want to stay like this all the time?

Before Tanjirou can bury himself in the utter gloom that the melody brought him, the tune lightens. It was quiet, chilling before, but now it strengthens in volume and nearly consumes the entire yard. The notes stumble in rhythm as if tripping but getting back up over and over. And maybe, just maybe, the pungent mass in his chest lessens.

When it’s over, Zenitsu finally opens his eyes. He looks down at Tanjirou but the other teen is frozen almost still. Amber eyes stared at him in awe. It was like Zenitsu held all the stars within his fingertips and Tanjirou just couldn’t help wanting more. He notices the blond flushing, not sure how to read his look. “Y-You asked me what you sounded like right now. That was it.”

“Can-” Zenitsu flinches when he hears just how choked Tanjirou’s voice sounds. “Can I have a hug?”

Even with all of the embarrassment in the world to stop him, Zenitsu wouldn’t deny him. Tanjirou knew that. The nod only confirms it. He’s on him in mere moments, practically pouncing on the yellow-clad body as he buried his face in the older boy’s shoulder. Then with all barriers down, Tanjirou cries.

The only thing that anchors him is the sweet scent of citrus and the hand holding his own.

That’s when Tanjirou officially decided that he couldn’t take anymore of this. Zenitsu was too much.

And he loves him so, so much for that.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #agatsuma zenitsu #kamado tanjirou #zentan #tanzen #otp prompts #don't make fun of me ;-;#and my obscure ships #my stuff #fanfic

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ispywithmythirdeyeofficialbct · 4 years

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Today is the 3rd of May, and it’s another sunny day in Christchurch.

This is an example of some very basic after effects processing I will implement for my vlog, and my COVID-19 assignment. I’ve been busy the past few days focusing solely on university work and saying, damn I should really record my progress on this blog. So here I am.

I’m stoked, to be back at Uni, and in a distant environment no less, which is my favourite place to be.

STUDIO #ctec501

The assignment was a curveball, so I decided to curve with it and see where it led me. I can confirm - hours of being in my head on the ground going round and round, analyzing all the possible avenues I could explore, but I knew it had to be personal as well as fulfill this global necessity as stated in the brief, if I was ever going to work with it.

And thank goodness I am a BCT student. Like a bonsai tree, I can use the wire of my understanding, to train the tree (The Idea), to grow into the avenue which will bear the aesthetic or the soul of The Idea.

I am going to make my assignment based on theme number 2, focusing on Interactivity vs Productivity of online-based operations - How streamlining our lives into an integrated online virtualized lifestyle will affect and redefine the human experience. If any other student sees this and they want to collaborate, be my guest.

I might ask a teacher in the forums if this idea will fly, I’m sure it will. Better to be safe than sorry though. The Assignment however is a funny situation related to The Idea, which is the first stage of the assignment. The Idea has this criteria, which is significantly more expansive and broader in range than the actual Assignment itself which is curious ::L:

So The Idea itself is what I hope to lead onto from the Assessment, in terms of writing. I can’t share what my idea is because I’m submitting it to The Idea for the AUT XChallenge, but I know I have a lot of writing and research to do before then. Also if you are a student I know and want to get together and work on an idea for The Idea, aside from my idea, I’d love to get involved in a brainstorming seminar!

I’ve never been so organised in my life, and that’s probably because I have nothing to do all day is make art, or plan to make art (Assignments), eat, smoke and drink instant coffee with condensed coconut milk and soy milk.. Literally living the dream.

Programming for Creativity #comp570

I’ve barely started on the tasks set out in the end of Lesson 5, after taking the whole day to wrap my mind around the lecture, as well as all the other information, my head hasn’t been able to think about Processing since writing out all the examples in Lesson 5. I had so much fun with the bouncing ball and physics example, I quickly interpreted the Lesson 5 examples and made a ball that lost minimal energy as it bounced (elasticity) and the gravity made it much more realistic in float numbers. The 4 walls all became responsive and able to change the direction of the ball so I had the setup of the assignment! Exciting!

I AM SO GLAD THAT WE CAN PAUSE THE LECTURES. Seriously I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH STEFAN!!! tl;dr I really enjoyed all the work he put into his slides, the love is in there and I am learning so much MORE than a conventional lecture in this online setting.

Intro to CT #ctec502

The Vlog has been an interesting proposal, as 40% of my mark is at stake, I’m going to redo my Vlog completely and to a much higher standard, as well as tying it into the Studio Assignment, and The Idea. I created a story board, of the vlog as well as the contents, and I think I will go with taking video footage, mainly my own, and external video clips from youtube, while I am narrating.

I have a mild social anxiety that I have worked on over my life, and improved drastically from where I once was. Although this anxiety wishes to force me to put off making this vlog, I know I’ll be amazed to know I pushed through my own limitations with something I am pretty passionate about: Storytelling.

The lecture/meeting was simple and easy to follow. First time using Blackboard Ultra and the Virtual Classrooms, but it had been created in such a streamlined and easy to use interface, that I had no trouble interacting with it, even whilst using a smart phone. Always looking forward to Roy’s lectures.

Speaking of lectures, thanks to every Lecturer or TA or Teacher out there right now that have worked tirelessly at home trying to setup a whole new schooling system, while seperated from resources and dealing with the COVID-19 outbreak. I’m a pretty relaxed creature so this whole event is floating gently by, but to some I know the reality is far more severe, and I am grateful, every time I get to interact with you. We have a really great system setup in all classes, and we are all able to make do with what we have.

Ka pai and arohanui.

Enoch

#ctec502 #ctec501 #comp570 #aut #theidea #universitylife

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aratilightwood · 5 years

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If Kit lived the extravagant lifestyle

Tagging @kit-herondale-blackthorn for the ‘Cirenworth hall’ craze fest.

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(1) *Kit and Ty prepare for patrolling near a restaurant.*

“Are you ready to leave?” Ty asked as he walked into Kit’s bedroom.

“Yeah, give me a minute, I just have to lace up my red bottoms,” Kit replied.

“Red bottoms? What kind of demons have red bottoms?” Ty said.

“No they’re -“ Kit began. “Nevermind.”

(2) *Kit and Tessa wash dishes in the kitchen.*

“Do I really have to clear away the dishes?” Kit questioned miserably.

“Well, I cooked, so it only seems fair that you clean,” Tessa replied.

“But I don’t want to scratch my Rolex watch, please help me take it off,” Kit said.

“Fine,” Tessa sighed.

(3) *Kit and Emma prepare for patrolling at a bar*

“Have you got all the weapons you need?” Emma asked as she walked into the weapon’s room.

“Erm, yeah,” Kit replied.

She eyed the golden chain around his neck, “why are you still wearing that?”

“It might work like an electrum whip,” Kit said.

“I doubt that,” Emma replied.

(4) *Kit is feeding baby Cordelia.*

“Have you finished feeding Cordelia?” Jem asked as he peered in the living room doorway.

“Almost done,” Kit said happily.

“It’s good you’re getting practice,” Jem said.

Before Kit could reply, Cordelia picked up the plate that was filled with mushy bananas and flung it in his direction.

“Oh God, not my tie. It’s from Prada!” He exclaimed as he ducked to avoid the hit.

(5) *Kit and Ty are reading after hours in the library.*

“It says here, that a Raum demon’s venom doesn’t work immediately, but kills you slowly,” Ty said while he read a passage from the book.

“How long does it take for the victim to die than?” Kit asked.

“Hold on, this is a very old book. The writing has faded over the years. Could you please bring out your witchlight?” Ty said.

Kit reached into his pocket and took something out, “would this help?”

Ty eyed the shining object in Kit’s hands, “what’s that?”

“A Swarovski crystal,” Kit replied.

(6) *Residents of the institute plan to go to the ‘Midnight theatre’.*

“We’re going to be late, if we don’t leave now,” Ty said while he sat at the edge of Kit’s bed.

“I can’t find my silver cuff links,” Kit replied as he rummaged through his drawers.

“Pick another one, you have loads to choose from,” Ty said.

“But the silver ones have your initials, please help me find them,” Kit pleaded.

Ty smiled slightly, got up from the bed and walked towards Kit.

(7) *Kit and Dru plan to visit the shadow market.*

“Have you found a way to disguise yourself while we’re there?” Drusilla asked as she approached Kit near the institute’s entrance.

“Yeah, Givenchy sunglasses,” Kit said while he put them one.

“That’s not going to help,” Drusilla said. “It’s not even sunny outside.”

“It’s more of a fashion accessory than a convenient hindrance against sunlight,” Kit said.

Drusilla rolled her eyes, but followed him out of the institute anyway.

(8) *Kit is giving baby Cordelia a bath.*

“God, your hair grows a lot quicker than mine,” Kit said as he washed off the shampoo.

The baby giggled at the statement and splashed around the small bath tub.

“Bath time is your favourite time of the day, isn’t it?” Kit asked.

Cordelia’s smile grew wider as she noticed a ring glittering on Kit’s finger. She reached out and tried to grab it.

“Uh uh, no way,” Kit began as he moved his hand away. “You’re not having anymore of my rings, especially after the last one fell down the drain.”

(9) *Kit and Ty prepare to go patrolling on Santa Monica pier.*

“Kit, I can’t find my ge-“ Ty began as he walked into the training room. “What are you wearing?”

Kit was standing beside a target board in a casual jumper and jeans.

“It’s quite cold outside. I thought my Burberry, wool jumper would keep me warm,” Kit said.

“We’re going on patrol, not a moonlight walk. It’s best you wear your gear instead,” Ty replied.

“Nope, I should be fine like this,” Kit said.

(10) *Kit and Helen argue over washing clothes.*

“Kit, do you have any clothes that need cleaning?” Helen asked.

“I don’t think so,” Kit said after some thought.

“What about your leather jacket?” Helen said.

“Nope, I’m not putting that in the washing machine with the rest of the clothes after what happened to my other jacket. Oh the horror!” Kit said dramatically.

(11) *Kit and Ty walk around the shopping centre and do window shopping.*

“I don’t know why you wanted to go shopping,” Ty said. “You seem to have a lot of things already.”

“Even I can’t resist sales,” Kit replied.

A few moments passed when Ty felt a tug on his arm. He looked down and noticed that his shirt had caught on Kit’s bracelet.

“Kit!” Ty exclaimed. “This is the third time today your Armani bracelet has done this.”

Kit looked down at both of their arms and attempted to unlink them, “sorry.”

“Maybe its best you take it off,” Ty suggested.

“Erm, absolutely not,” Kit said.

(12) *Kit finds Julian in the art studio on Friday morning.*

“Julian, are you in here? Everyone’s been looking for you,” Kit said as he opened the door to the studio slightly.

“Yeah, I’m just finishing an art work. Is everything ok?” Julian replied.

Julian was standing in front of a canvass. The small paint brush in his hand had a rich, golden colour.

“The children are getting restless because it’s Friday, and you haven’t cooked any pancakes yet,” Kit said.

“Damn,” Julian said as he walked towards Kit. “I can’t believe I forgot.”

Suddenly some paint from the brush fell to the floor, only two inches away from Kit’s Jimmy Choo shoes.

Kit flinched back.

“Oops, sorry,” Julian said.

(13) *Dru and Kit decide to investigate the convergence site.*

“Have you got anything to place your weapons in?” Drusilla asked as they made their way down the staircase.

“Yeah, my Ralph Lauren bag,” Kit replied.

Drusilla gave the bag a long look and than gave Kit a disapproving one, “a weapon’s belt would be best.”

“It’s fine,” Kit said.

“You can’t put knives in there, the bag will get ruined,” Drusilla said.

“Not if they’re sheathed,” Kit replied.

(14) *The New York institute is hosting a Christmas ball, and everyone’s invited.*

“The portal to New York is opened. It’s time to lea-“ Ty began as he approached Kit.

“What?” Kit questioned when he saw Ty’s surprised face.

“You’re not seriously wearing that, are you?” Ty asked.

Kit was dressed formally in a waistcoat, shirt, trousers and bow tie, but he had an Icon cap on his head.

“What’s wrong with it?” Kit said.

“You look like you should be going to a baseball game, not party,” Ty laughed.

“I do not!” Kit protested.

(15) *Kit and Ty are changing into gear.*

“Ty, doesn’t this look great?” Kit asked as he adjusted the cashmere scarf around his neck.

“I’m sure gear isn’t supposed to accommodate any fashionable accessories,” Ty replied.

“I think it’s about time things change than,” Kit said.

“I don’t think so,” Ty said.

“Please, just try the red one,” Kit said while he held out another scarf.

(16) *Dru and Kit are spending time together in her room.*

“What kind of perfumes do you wear?” Kit asked as he examined Drusilla’s dressing table.

“I just borrow Emma’s, and I don’t know their names half of the time,” Drusilla said.

“You should try ‘Daisy’ by Marc Jacobs, it’s supposed to be great,” Kit said.

“Who’s Marc Jacobs, some kind of warlock?” Drusilla asked.

“Yeah,” Kit said with amusement.

(17) *Kit and Mark argue before he goes on patrol.*

“Give it back to me!” Kit cried as he tugged at his Gucci trousers.

“No, you’re not wearing this, it’s too nice. You’ll ruin it,” Mark replied while he pulled gently in retaliation.

“I’ll be extra cautious! Nothing’s going to happen to the trousers,” Kit said.

“I don’t believe that,” Mark said.

(18) *Kit and Ty take a walk on the beach.*

“I thought you always preferred wearing shoes whenever we walked on sand,” Ty said while he examined Kit’s feet.

“I am prepared to make any sacrifice for my Versace trainers,” Kit replied as he held onto his shoes.

“Well at least now you understand how great sand feels under foot,” Ty said.

“It’s like a warm blanket,” Kit sighed.

(19) *Kit and Aline talk before he goes on patrol.*

“What’s that smell?” Aline asked as she approached Kit.

Kit held out a bottle of perfume, “Dolce and Gabbana, do you like it?”

“Are you mad? You’re going demon hunting, not to a fashion show,” Aline exclaimed.

“What’s your point?” Kit said.

“Demons are attracted to nice scents,” Aline said. “You’re a dead man.”

“Not before I kill them first,” Kit said with a grin.

(20) *Kit is attending a Clave meeting.*

“Now, does anyone have suggestions for changes that need to be made to the new government?” Consul Alec asked.

Kit pulled out a Swarovski pen from his pocket, “I think we need to change the way steles are made.”

Alec gave Kit a questioning look, “steles cannot be made without adamas.”

“I know,” Kit said. “Keep the adamas, but I think we should decorate them with valuable gems, like this pen.”

“Kit I don’t think-“ Alec began.

“Please, it will look good,” Kit said.

...

@tdanetwork mission 1: favourite character

An AU of Kit living a completely different lifestyle to the one he’s known.

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Sky And The Forces Of The Multiverse, Chapter 22

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Creeping along the dark hallways during this time at night was really not how they wanted to spend their night, judas was sure his parents were not buying the excuse he had texted them that he wouldn't be attending dinner and to leave a plate of food in his room for him. But he wasn't going to leave the group, he had to know what was really happening as he followed, sky, celeste, and eclipsa down and deep beneath the castle. Sunny floating in a bubble dome alongside them.

"So...", Sky mumbled, "I guess the reason I don't see you so often.....isn't just because of my mom, or me.....is it?". She could feel the pieces connect in her mind one by one, everything somewhat making a lot more sense now, Eclipsa was humming, smiling to herself. "Yes, I'm afraid we didn't spend a ton of time together for....a few other reasons I didn't mention.". Sky clutched onto her wand, it was still in once piece, though still as strange as it had always been.

"Does mom know...?".

"She does....".

"But...".

"It's a long story skyler, best explained once we get there....perhaps...you'd like to speak to me first about....well, your current sister problem?", She came to a boat on an underground river, ushering everyone to hop aboard, and then did, Sunny following behind. Judas didn't know how, but he somehow ended up being the paddler, taking them along for the ride as Eclipsa sat across from the girls. She looked quite tired in fact, clearly not telling sky about this was somewhat of a big deal to her.

Sky bit her lips, sighing and pressing her knees to her chest.

"How long have you known?".

Eclipsa let out a laugh, "Well, you were never quite good at hiding things, that's something about you that hasn't changed. But well, even as someone whose not to familiar with your friends, there had always been something just a little off about your new lady friends who were circling around you. Your mothers don't seem to have paid them much mind themselves but well, spending some time listening through the walls had made me a little suspicious and then i may or may not have spoken to the tall blonde one at one point...".

"Luna...", Sky mumbled.

"And i also may of touched her cheek with my glove, and sure enough, she's wearing makeup....right on her cheeks....right where her markings would be..."., she was smirking, quite proud of herself, "I also may of went into her mind at one point, quite a troubled one that is....In a way i almost feel bad for her.". Judas looked over to Eclispa, curious as to what she had seen in Luna's mind but Sky asked another question before he could press further.

"And.....you're cool with this?".

"Dear, why would I not be?, how did you think I would react to this?".

"I dunno, be mad, surprised, confused? This isn't exactly a normal thing eclipsa, like, I don't even know what they're doing here or how they got here or...I DUNNO!", she pulled and tugged on her hair, "I just...you KNEW about this, and you never said anything to me? Why? I mean.....I don't understand why you didn't tell me so you could help out or....something...". Sky was frustrated, confused, even maybe a little upset, she couldn't entirely help it, she was full of so much mixed emotions.

"Dear, it's not that i didn't care.....but I thought well...

you

should tell me, if you wanted my help....I did ask you plenty if you wanted to tell me anything after all...", Sky still looked frustrated and she gripped her hat in her hands as eclipsa put a hand on the girl's shoulder . "Sky, dear.....I didn't want to force myself on your situation, you're clearly stressed enough as is....dealing with all these girls, all your lessons, your conflicting feelings towards your mom, sneaking out to see that girl-".

"You know about nora?"., sky awkwardly looked to celeste, who had most indeed NOT known about this, though the girl didn't seem to pay much mind to it.

Eclipsa smiled awkwardly and Sky made a face, "Stop going into our minds, seriously, it's creepy...". Judas snorted as he kept rowing, "How much else do you know, or do we have to find out you know our passwords or something when you hack our phones?". Eclipsa put her hands together and sighed, "I can't say i know everything, but...I know enough to not make it well...TOO creepy. But, If you would like my help, I wouldn't mind seeing what I can do...".

"How much DO you even know about the masked creep?".

"Well, considering according to your mind....they're a magic user.....and can do spells, they don't seem to be a monster, I think...they're a mewman..."., she sighed, looking off to the distance, "So few monsters can learn magic and none can do magic like THAT, they appear to well....have a lot of knowledge over our magic specifically. You said they knew how to block out my spells right? Well, for them to even know how to do that...they had to know how to do those spells to begin with...".

"They had to have read the book...", judas mumbled, still rowing, but much slower.

"Correct.".

"So what? We already knew they were a magic user.....this doesn't help very much....", Sky rested her face on her hands, closing her eyes. "They could be anyone we know, any butterfly, a random mewman for all we know, we just.....we're lost...".

She removed her hat, placing it in her lap and wiping her eyes.

"I wish we could just.....draw them in, capture them.........i mean, they HAVE to have something to do with the girls being here, if they don't then....what if...what if i really DID do something and this is all may fault? I mean, it's possible...isn't it?", she looked into eclipsa's eyes, pleading with her.

And Eclipsa touched her cheek.

"Sky, i'm sure we'll figure this out.....you're a smart girl, we'll get your friends home..."., her comforting words were sorta working, but they weren't enough. Celeste shifted uncomfortably next to the girl, watching Sunny in her bubble prison, "So...I guess you saw the commotion from your tower....huh?". Eclipsa nodded and watched the river, checking it for anything that may seem out of sorta Sky supposed, "You kids aren't very good at hiding yourselves...but then again, mewberty...".

"Well, it's not our fault she portaled in that form....I didn't even know that was POSSIBLE.", Eclipsa's eyes widened, "Wait, your demon friend over there....portalled in

mewberty

form? Well then, she MUST be a special case to be able to do that so early....". Sunny was still fast asleep, but no doubt she would be released soon, and Judas especially was hoping none of this was affecting her development in any way, being stuck in this form was a case he had heard of before.

"You next...".

"Pardon?".

Sky looked up at her, still clearly upset.

"Why did you not tell me about meteora? You and globgor have been raising her in secret? My mom told me she rapidly aged and died out, why did you both lie to me....lie to...well....everyone....". The woman looked sad, though she knew this day would come eventually, "Well, I stood down from being queen of mewni, you know that Sky, I wanted to live out the rest of my days with me and globgor but....well....if everyone knew meteora was alive....Star couldn't be queen....and you wouldn't be princess...".

"That doesn't make any sense!? Why can't meteora.... i dunno, live with you?".

"Sky, meteora attacked the kingdom......you know full well how the kingdom these days reacts to half monsters, we weren't ready to rule and the kingdom wasn't ready for a monster to be their princess of mewni. We thought it best...we lived together as a family, without dealing with a kingdom or anything....I'm....not in the castle as much as you think I am...i'm usually sneaking around for extra food or for anything I need when i'm with meteora...".

"Is she even ok?", now judas was talking, "Did you...shelter her? Because I know people who are sheltered....It....It doesn't do them a lot of good..". Eclipsa shook her head, "No, never, Star was more then generous to allow us to raise her in a monster village, not too far by but far enough for people not to take much note of her. We just wanted to give her a better life, and we hope we did....". Judas stopped rowing, looking down at his feet, was he..crying?

"Does she even....know? About who she is? Does she even know...about...us?".

"She knows of you, as the prince and princess of the underworld and mewni respectably, but we've never planned on telling her....anything else....", Judas still wasn't rowing anymore, "She wasn't herself...when she attacked, she....". He clutched onto his arm and Sky's expression became worried, "She was......you know what they put her through, she could've been great, a good queen, even though everyone was afraid of her...she could've made a difference...".

"Judas...".

He wiped at his eyes again, batting away tears.

"I-I'm sorry.....this isn't my personal business...s-sorry.....", he went back to rowing in silence, though what he said seemed to make everyone on the boat quiet themselves. All the way till they reached the end, Judas getting up and getting off in silence still, Eclipsa allowed the kids to leave before getting off herself, tying up the boat and sunny following along. "Globgor and I have well...we have our own living arrangement down here, the passageway leads to the home we raised meteora in.....but we let her keep the house, so we made a home here.".

Heading into a larger chamber, what looked like a combination between a sewer and a cavern suddenly turned into castle like interior, with eclipsa's usual decorating style. Fancy, dark, but also homey at the same time overall. Judas seemed impressed at least, Eclipsa herself must've asked Star to help set this place up once Eclipsa moved in here. Sky also seemed shocked, but maybe that's because she had always assumed Eclipsa was living in her room, but then again, she never saw her enough to know that for sure.

And at times she saw globgor hanging out in Eclipsa's room, but she supposed she never really questioned where Globgor was most of the time himself.

In hindsight, she probably should've assumed Eclipsa had another home somewhere.

"Anyways, take a seat, i'm going to get globgor and we'll wait out your friend's mewberty and then we can.....talk further on some of this stuff...", She left through a door and the three took seats on some rather lovely look couches in the main room, leaving the three to be lost in thought. There was already a lot to process as is from finding out and no one seemed sure what they should do next. Celeste was especially antsy because boy would LUNA like to know about all this, but she was also kinda pissed with her too.

Should she mention this at all?

"Hey...Celeste....?".

The girl turned to see Sky looking at her, "Thanks for texting us about the whole "Sunny" situation, and well, helping us out or whatever.....It was really nice of you.". For a moment the girl looked....actually touched by the compliment, as though she didn't get them very often, turning her head away and crossing her arms, her feet kicking up onto the coffee-table in front of her. "Yeah yeah, it's fine....no way I was gonna let that....ugh....run around the castle...it's gross...", her attitude returned but Sky could tell this was probably her odd way of saying "Thank you".

Judas was silent, clearly lost in thought about everything but most likely torn up about Meteora. Though, was he really torn up about her, or more torn up about his own situation in comparison to her? Sky wanted to touch his shoulder, maybe provide him some comfort, but he seemed as though he wanted to be alone for a bit to get all his thoughts together. Not that she could blame him, she was clearly just as freaked out and distressed as he was.

She held her wand, so thankful she didn't just smash it because of this whole crazy situation.

God if that happened....

She clutched it harder in her hands, putting it in her pocket for now, but keeping it close.

Eclipsa returned a short bit later, with food and drinks, handing each child a cup of what seemed to be hot cocoa and and a plate of sandwiches was placed in the center of the table for the kids to eat from. They all took them eagerly, clearly hungry from skipping on dinner and needing some energy after the mess they got into earlier. It seemed to at the very least, make judas feel a lot better to have some food in his stomach and something warm to drink.

Before any of the kids could ask about the matter, Globgor himself lifted up eclipsa's hat, making her laugh and surprising the kids as he jumped down and onto the table in front of them, still small. Eclipsa smiled at him, but her smile left soon after as she acknowledged the kids, "You all are probably familiar with Globgor....". The monster king smiled and grew a bit bigger, reaching out to shake judas's hand before the girls, "We've never had guests down here before, I guess eclipsa...told you....didn't she?".

The looks on their faces was enough of a "Yes".

He sighed, "Well, it's still good to have guests, make yourself at home!", then he took note of celeste, blinking at her before looking to eclipsa. "Hey, uh.....who is that one exactly? Is she a friend, another princess i'm not aware of?". Eclipsa whispered into the monster's ears and his surprised took told them Eclipsa herself had yet to explain much about Sky's sister problem, though as soon as he was informed he nodded along as though this was at least...a little bit normal.

Clapping his hands together and smiling, "an alternate universe huh? Well, now that's something interesting...er....what's it like there?". Celeste shot him a look and Eclipsa patted her husband, "Globby, maybe let's not go into the details of alternate universes right now....we uh....well, we have another matter to attend to... She nodded to Sunny, who it seemed Globgor just noticed, "Oh, mewberty huh? Well, hopefully she gets out of it real soon...".

"Globgor, they also are looking for...."Her"....".

"Her ? They can't go out there looking for her, aren't their parents already trying to track her down?".

"Pardon me....uh....her ?", Sky said, eyebrow raising, "You mean like..the masked creep?". The two nodded and exchanged looks, "It's what we've been referring to them as, quite a tricky one they are, magical and clever enough to know so much about the kingdoms, even enough not to be detected. They haven't been around here but I assume whoever they are....aren't interested in exposing themselves unless it's for a good reason...". Celeste was sweating on her seat, thinking about the creature who attacked them, did that creature want her wand now that she thought about it, was it the same creep they were looking for?

Then again, if they wanted their wands, she silently thought to herself, why didn't they try and steal those sooner?

"If they have anything to do with the girls, I don't know what their goal was...", Judas took another sip of his cocoa, sighing into the mug, "What do they have to gain by messing with alternate universes and creating havoc? And why are they stealing stuff? Or well....trying to steal stuff? I just....I don't understand what they could be trying to do.....there's so much weirdness going on but none of it makes any sense...like even Loki is acting odd and Angel and....".

He reached up to tug his dark brown hair, a nervous habit he rarely did unless he was stressed.

"We're going nowhere....we.....", then he paused, looking to Globgor, "Hey.....um...you're....well, you are considered like...the king of monsters. How much do YOU know about Angel's family recently? Angel made claims about his family going into silk making once again?". Globgor's eyes widened, looking to eclipsa who nodded to him, "The prince of the Archmen claims they're making silk again? But that doesn't make sense unless they....someone gave them well, a more close bond to magic....did they...find a magic giser ?".

"We don't know, but my mom most likely didn't do anything...", Sky finished eating and sat back, her arms crossed, "As per usual...". Looks were exchanged and globgor put his hands together, "Seems I should go take a look at that kingdom for myself, been awhile since I've visited.....". He looked rather suspicious himself and judas seemed to take note of this himself, putting his hands up to get his attention, "Hold on, Globgor....what's your history with uh....the Arachfords?".

"Oh them? Well during the war they were one of the species that got the harshest of attacks, they had so few of them left they refused to go into war, wanting to focus on themselves. Seth called them cowards but it's hard to blame them entirely from backing out of a situation that could've resulted in the end of their entire race....". Eclipsa patted the monster king, her tone somber, "Solaria took no mercy on any monsters but...they were obvious targets...probably because so few monsters were able to do magic like they could in the past...".

"Not a very pretty history for them compared to other monsters, regardless though....maybe I should look into this...something's very wrong....or at least, there's something they aren't being honest about...", he shrunk down, landing on the table to grab one of the sandwiches, taking a large bite. "I'll do some digging, and eclipsa can let you know if I find anything out myself....maybe what you kids needed, was some outside forces you could count on...".

Judas's brows furrowed, "I keep trying to talk with my parents, the MHC, attending any meeting I can but....they seem like they're doing no better then us....it's....strange...".

The adults exchanged unamused glances.

And Judas realized why, "Oh uh....sorry, I know you guys are not fond of the MHC, then again.....neither do our parents seem to enjoy them much either...". Honestly it was no wonder they were more kept in check these days then being as in charge as they used to be, "But yeah, we appreciate any help we can get....but uh....you do plan on keeping our secret right? Well, all our secrets for that matter...I don't know how much else eclipsa saw in our minds...".

"Yeah, does this mean you can tell us what's wrong with Luna? She's touchy about her home life....", Celeste smiled to herself, maybe wondering if she could take advantage of knowing info that luna didn't about herself. Eclipsa seemed amused, but shook her head, "Not unless you want me to share yours as well dear, I think your blonde friend has a reason to keep her secrets....though....I can't help but think if she needs anything right now, it's a break.".

"A break? Luna? Does she even know what breaks are?", Sky shot at the queen, "Like, she almost always seems to be thinking about getting things done or bossing everyone around, she can't rest without doing a task first. She probably thinks a "Break" is a waste of her time....". It's honestly the reason luna probably had so many problems, why she never seemed to be happy no matter what, why she was the commanding person everyone knew her to be.

Geez, what were star and jackie like in her world?

"Trust me, she needs a break....", the former queen causally said, "Even if she won't admit it to you or herself...not all of us can function without taking a rest and time to ourselves, trust me.....you should do it." She knew something, they could tell with the smug smile on her face, something she didn't want to speak about right now. Judas nodded, "Thank you for talking to us....but I guess if there's nothing else to say about this we should probably head home soon...".

"So soon?".

"Our parents aren't entirely aware we're here....".

Globgor furrowed his brows, "Understood, seems your friend is finished as well....". He nodded to the bubble, sunny's skin finally returning to normal, her wings vanishing, and her arms returning to two, she was till fast asleep though, trapped inside her bubble. "You kids better be careful out there....take your friend back the way you came but you better not tell anyone about what you know yet, i suppose me and eclipsa can provide help where we need to...".

He stood up, a look of worry in his eyes.

"But beware, you don't know who you can trust out there and you don't want to go trusting the wrong people...".

The nice thing was their parents went remarkably easy on them, even during these tense times, if only because they believed they hadn't even left their castles. Though Judas was left with a cold dinner plate on his bed that he was no longer hungry for, and his mind was currently swerving with thoughts as his head hit the pillow. He didn't know where to start to talk to his father and get the information he needed, and knowing about meteora, well that was something.

Even Sky was still slightly mad and equally lost in thought about what she knew and what she needed to do, ask angel to hang out with them, get some details about what in the heck he was talking about and figure out if he was up to anything? How the heck was she supposed to do that and make it sound to that guy as though she weren't up to something? Of course Angel would find it off if Sky of all people asked him to "Hang out", and for the love of god if he mistook it as her trying to ask him out she'd hit something.

Sunny was at a loss for everything she'd been doing the last few hours, and explaining the whole thing itself had been a hassle, though the thing that seemed to bother her least was all the eclipsa stuff. If Anything, she was more freaked out by her enhanced abilities, but that was a question best served another time, when everyone was clearer of mind.

Though the one more troubled, was still Celeste, if only because for one, she was sweating bullets about disclosing this info to luna.

But another, being eclispa having gone into her mind.

How much did she know?

How much had she seen in her head? Did she know she was working with luna? She didn't like her going into her head like that, seeing things she wasn't even interested in letting others see about her, she liked being able to keep things to herself. Going to bed that night left her anxious, as though someone would burst into the room and completely expose her for what she was keeping from everyone. What was she going to say to luna tomorrow? or would Judas be even willing to tell Luna herself?

Would landon ask her?

She turned in her sleep, failing to ease her mind.

Tomorrow would be rough.

Tom was already in his office when Judas knocked, his dad would probably refuse to talk about it, he never did before after all. It was such a distasteful memory for his family overall it was almost like a curse word, he just hoped his father wouldn't well....be too upset about him asking about it. But then again, the whole matter seemed to make the poor king miserable too, judas almost felt like at this point he might have to turn away but the door opened and his father stood in front of him.

Tom was wearing causal attire this time, probably wanting to step out of itchy and tight formal wear for once to just work and lounge around, he smiled seeing judas, though there was a hint or worry in his eyes. Mostly since whenever his sons approached him in this manner, it tended to be for well...less then positive reasons. "Judas? It's good to see you, Is something wrong?", the boy took a deep breath and folded his arms, trying to get the words out of his throat.

"Y-yeah.....there is...".

Wow, this was hard, he used to feel so at ease asking his parents for help, even if at times he felt they were being irresponsible or even more occupied with each other, but, how does one go about confronting your parents about how you were born? How was he supposed to get how own father to talk about this matter at all? Maybe his mother would've been easier to confront but they had an easier time standing their ground compared to the king, a more honest and guilty soul.

He walked in himself, past his father who closed the door behind him, "Judas....what happened? You didn't get into another fight with your brother or sky did you?". Judas turned around and shook his head, he was just going to have to spit it out, there was no other way about this, "No. it's not that...I....dad....tell me how I got cursed......". Tom's eyes widened, he looked like he'd just heard a family member was dead, as though he were about to burst into complete tears. "Judas...I-I.....where is this coming from?".

"Why do I need a reason to ask this?", a fair question in his eyes.

Tom retorted rather fast, as if trying to end the conversation quickly, "Judas, you know how I feel on this matter..".

"Dad, please don't use that excuse on me......", the prince was trying to stay strong on this, he had already gone in and he couldn't take it back now, he needed to persist on this matter instead of backing down like a little kid. That's what used to happen at least, being told he was too young to know about anything that serious, almost 18 years of that at least. Tom was still frowning at the boy, he never liked it when he was talked back to, "Judas....please...you have to understand...".

"Dad...no, just....tell me, i'm turning 18, i'm about to inherit a whole kingdom, and.....none of you, not you, not mom, not even my grandparents have ever told me why I ended up like this! You guys always kinda pushed from telling me, because you didn't think i'd understand...but....i'm almost 18 and I...I still don't know....", he didn't mean to get so emotional all of a sudden, starting to cry and almost yell at his father, but it all just kinda came out that way.

"Judas...I-I...can't..talk about it...."., Tom mumbled, "I've told you that for years.....I can't...".

Judas managed to stand his ground however on this.

"But WHY? Why am I not allowed to know what you did to me ? You guys care so much about me, so much about my condition, but you refuse to talk about why I have this condition....like...I won't understand or something...", He swatted at his tears, had he always been this angry about this? He told Sky he wasn't but his actions now seemed to go against it. He felt Tom wrap his arms around him, judas felt like a little kid again, being comforted by his parents from scary creatures or when his arm spooked him at night.

Patting his hair, comforting him.

"Judas...I....I want to tell you...I really do....but....".

"Then tell me....I-I deserve to know....".

"Judas I can't tell you...because...", He kept his hands on the boy's shoulders and pulled away from him, "It's one of the biggest mistakes I ever made in my life......". Tom was crying more freely now, "What happened to you....was all my fault and.......". To Judas's surprise, Tom fell on his knees, "You'll hate me if I tell you what happened, and....I could never live with that, knowing you hate me....that I screwed everything up once again....".

"Dad....".

"I hurt my own son.....how am I supposed to live with that......?".

"Dad...I-I won't...I'm not going to hate you...".

Tom was silent, breaking down still, "Judas....listen...I just...I can't....I'm sorry, I know you deserve to know but....I don't think I can, no one else said anything for a reason...because...they're ashamed of my mistakes. I'm ashamed of this judas....". He managed to stand himself up, looking over his son and reaching out to touch his cheek. "You three....and your mom, are some of the greatest things that have happened to me, and I.....I wish I could've done better for you...".

"Dad, I shouldn't have gotten so mad....I...".

There was a moment of silence between them and Judas considered stepping out immediately, he needed the information, but beating up his own father about it wasn't the way he wanted to go about it. The room felt so tense between them, you could cut it with a knife. Tom had stopped crying, but his face still showed he was distressed about finally being confronted on this as Judas had, and judas regretted how he had went about asking his father on this.

"Judas....I....give me some time....ok? To think about this....please?", the boy looked at his father's face, broken and lost and nodded, "Yeah, I'll give you some time to think about it....I'm....I'm sorry If I...I went too far...I just...", Tom seemed to perfectly understand though, sighing, "We'll see each other later ok?". The two exchanged a look to each other and judas slowly made his way out of the silent office, looking back only a slight bit before closing the door behind him.

He leaned against it, finally able to breath again after what just happened.

He really just did that, didn't he?

He may of gotten a little too emotional back there, but then again, so did his own father. Sighing, he put his hands in his pockets and stepped away from the room, hearing nothing but silence inside of it, space, he needed to give him space.

And he needed to take care of something else while he was at it.

"Talk to angel...I just....talk to him....", Sky mumbled as she waited for Angel to arrive to the castle for lessons, "Like how hard can it be to just...like....invite him to hang out or something?". Well, apparently, it had to be REALLY hard considering she was still trying to figure out how to do this. Maybe it had to do with the fact she didn't normally ask others to hang out, well, people she wasn't already kinda friends with, or the fact it was angel, but it was probably both.

Never in a million years did she think she'd be asking Angel to "Hang out" with her, and she felt a little grossed out at the thought of it.

He was totally going to take this the wrong way, or honestly he might just say no entirely considering his lack of interest in spending any time with actual friends. Angel was never the type to make friends or have friends in general after all, and Sunny even confirmed this to Sky already. In fact she wished Judas or Sunny was doing this instead, even if she and angel were on...sightly better terms this still didn't really suit her at all to be doing of all people.

She felt silly.

And she tensed as the boy and his father walked up, exchanged some words, and the king left the room and headed out. The two teens exchanging glances at each other, they were less hatred-inducing as they used to be but it was clear the relationship they had was still less then friends. Angel at least seemed more pleasant around Sky these days then he used to be, even if he still didn't seem all that interested in spending any time with her.

"Princess Butterfly...", he said, clearly confused about Sky waiting for him since normally they met with eclipsa. His legs were folded up , his hair tied up as usual, and his four eyes were scoping the scene like a predator eyeing his prey, though, it seemed more in this situation it was because he was on edge something might be wrong more then anything.

"Prince Arachford.....", she still sounded bitter, even though she had no reason to be mad at him right now, though he was still standing there like an idiot. Guess he picked up on the fact that if Sky had been waiting for him, it must mean something important. She put her hands in her pockets, nodding for him to follow her, his four eyes blinking at her, slightly suspicious but he followed anyway. "Princess Butterfly....you should just spit it out If you want to say something to me....", yeah, he caught on alright.

"What makes you think I have anything to say?", she suddenly wanted to slap herself in the face for saying that, because she could feel angel giving her an odd look at her response. "You smell of it, but you also don't normally wait for me to walk to eclipsa's room...so you must want to meet with me.....and for the record, if it's about me being "Up to something " again, you don't need to lecture me every chance you get on the matter, I get it enough at home...".

"Fine.....but no, it's not that....", She balled her hands into fists and stopped in her tracks, making the monster boy do the same thing. It took all her strength to turn around and look at him straight in all of his eyes, and blurt out what she needed to say. "DO YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH ME AND JUDAS!!?", yeah, she definitely more blurted those words out then actually asking him like a normal person would do with these sorts of things.

"Excuse me?", angel gaped at her, as though she said something rather offensive to him.

Guess she'd have to spell it out for him.

She gritted her teeth.

"Do you, want to...hang out.....with me and judas?!", she was quieter this time, but she also felt her attitude was still showing. However, Angel's face didn't change much in expression, still rather annoyed and bothered by her question. "Wait, You want to "hang out" with me? What? Why would you ever want to do something like that with me ?", then a hand touched his chest, "And why would you think I have much interest in hanging out with either of you? I'm....not known to be the "Friend" type.".

Yep, that was exactly what she expected as much.

"Look it's.....you.....we just think maybe, maybe we should.... get along ?", wow she wanted to slap herself in the face after wording it like that. Judas tried to pull something similar with Nora and even he ended up regretting it quickly after.

No wonder they were friends.

He eyed away from her for a split second before giving her another odd look, "Princess, let's make something clear here....I want my people and my family and all the monsters to get the proper treatment they deserved from the Butterflys, and you stand in the way of that for me.....friends get in the way of this kinda stuff. You clearly don't actually like me and I don't have much interest myself in this when I have more important things to focus on...".

Wow, this was failing faster and faster by the second, and there was no one to help her recover either.

She needed a hook, something he couldn't use as an excuse, she needed to dig deeper.

"Look, I get it, you want to focus on your stuff cause you want to help and everything....but...what about yourself? Like, don't you ever.... want to do something else, something....that makes you feel good?", angel's eyes were slit and sky explained, "Well, i mean, i'm not saying it doesn't feel good to help out your people or your mom, and that kinda stuff, it's just....I mean, if you manage to do the thing you want to do.....what are you even gonna do afterwards?".

His expression shifted, and it was written on his face that the boy hadn't even considered that.

It was a reaction, she needed to push it.

"Well I'll just....be a king I suppose, why does it matter to you?".

"I dunno, why doesn't it matter to you ?", she shot back at him, "I mean like, you barely prepared for it....aren't you ever worried your kingdom will fall again? Or like....being friends with the other kingdoms...or like....like finding a queen or something since you don't even like dating? Has just.....none of this ever crossed your mind? What if you succeeded, but then you ended up screwing it up? Then what would you do? I mean, butterfly magic can't fix everything...".

Wow, she was going at him more then she should've been, but angel seemed to have little to say against it.

"This isn't your concern princess, i'll be king....and...", he suddenly grew quiet, not sure how to finish his sentence.

"And-? Like......dude, you have nothing, you just would sit on the throne all day and work? Like don't you WANT anything else?", she should honestly have stopped talking, she was more insulting him then anything right now and her intentions were supposed to have them get along, not bicker. And yet, Angel seemed to actually be thinking about her words, pausing for a moment, however he then turned his head away and started walking, "We're going to be late...".

Sky huffed, so difficult, so stubborn.

The prince she'd known for years.

He beat her there of course, perhaps assuming the further away he got the less likely she were to keep bothering him on this. Eclipsa even seem unprepared for him to come in suddenly, plopping himself on a seat and avoiding sky's gaze, Eclipsa immediately looked to sky, giving her the best supportive smile she could. She could already tell Sky said something stupid and pissed the boy off and Sky was just praying Eclipsa would send her a life line and help her out here.

And sure enough, the woman handed them both teacups and took her normal seat, knowing her secrets made going to class a lot stranger for Sky. And Eclipsa knowing Sky's secrets only added to the whole thing, she wondered if she was reading her mind again. In fact, she wondered if she had ever read angel's mind for that matter, wondered what he normally thought about. Regardless, the entire situation was a lot stranger then it had been a week ago.

"Why Angel, you look dashing today? How are you feeling?", she took a sip of her tea and the boy managed to turn his head to her, sighing and speaking minimally, "Fantastic...". He of course, sounded less then "Fantastic", but no one questioned him on it, Sky sent Eclipsa a pleading look with her eyes again and Eclipsa seemed to get the hint. She put her teacup down, "Well, I think today's lesson should be something special for you two, specifically.".

Angel didn't seem amused, looking over to sky as if to wonder if she had anything to do with this in regards to what she said earlier.

Sky didn't even try to deny it either.

The prince looked to eclipsa, "I'm not amused queen Eclipsa....for the record..". He even looked a little anxious, probably because he didn't entirely trust the woman, it seemed when she had other plans outside of the room they were usually bad ones and he probably had no interest playing "king of mewni" again. Though judging by the woman's tone it seemed whatever she was planning was much more interesting to her then a game of pretend.

"We're going....", Eclipsa leaned on the table in front of her, a mischievous smile on her face, looking between both awkward teens.

"To have you both fight.....".

Eclipsa wasn't lying, both teens found themselves outside, in the gardens, on opposite ends of the area, leaving Sky to question what Eclipsa thought she was doing. How was fighting each other supposed to help her situation at all? Sky and Angel have been fighting for forever and it never helped them bond before, what about this was supposed to make the whole thing any different? Was Eclipsa planning something out of this entire situation?

God Sky hoped so.

Angel seemed just as puzzled about this situation as Sky was, he didn't even seem to want to fight, as he usually only fought in self defense most of the time anyway. He looked so clueless, not to mention between the two of them sky was clearly on better footing with the spells she could do. He looked over to eclipsa, asking with his eyes what in the heck she was doing, she only smiled though motioning for him to focus on the girl in the monster hat on the other side of the garden.

"This is going to help you both with well...self defense, something every royal needs if they're to take the throne, since you two seem to be quite familiar with taking each other down, i'm sure this is familiar territory to both of you.", the teens looked to each other awkwardly, "Don't worry, i'm not asking you to ACTUALLY end up hurt each other, hopefully, but I want to see you both stand your ground. Enough books, let's see you both in action together..".

"I don't....I don't fight people, not like this.....", the boy mumbled under his breath, his hands were at his sides and he didn't seem entirely comfortable with this situation, guess despite being a bit of a stubborn jerk he was still a gentleman to a degree. He continued to argue against eclipsa though, "I can't fight her, she's a much more skilled fighter then I am, besides, I have no intention of attacking someone who isn't attacking me first....this is pointless..".

A much more skilled fighter?

Did angel just compliment her?

She blinked at the boy and looked him over, "I mean, for as long as i've known him, he's never fought me unless I kinda had to kick him out, he's being honest. Well, he's always been kinda brutally honest for as long as I've known him." Eclipsa then smiled and looked to Sky, "then no magic, from either of you, you should at least be prepared in case you don't have your magic, Sky....hand me your wand.". Sky followed her orders, but didn't seem to still be on the same page, if only because she wasn't much of a fighter outside of magic.

"So what, we just wrestle each other? How is that any better? You heard the guy, he won't fight me?".

But then the woman laughed, and the teens looked puzzled.

"Oh you two I never said you two were actually fighting each other ....."., she seemed so pleased with herself as both of their faces dropped, "But you...". She held up her hand, "I said i wanted you to stand your ground, and i didn't want either of you to end up hurting each other, but i never said you both would beat each other up, some caretaker i would be if i got caught getting you both seriously injured by beating up each other. No, I was actually wanting you to fight.....well....THESE!".

Suddenly, between both of them, popped in a few magical monsters, and sky instantly regretting giving up the wand.

Angel seemed more mad.

"WHAT? You want us to fight these creatures without magic!".

"Every ruler needs to be prepared to live without magic if needed, if you both were in a situation that caused you to lose your powers you need to use other ways of getting through said situation. So, go on, let's see you both fight together..."., Sky was already cursing eclipsa in her head as she jumped out of the way, the creatures were clearly slow, to make things easier on them, but she was still in potential danger. Though she felt herself be yanked away by angel, who was on his spider legs in order to get out of the way as much as possible.

"HEY-!", she squealed, the wind being slightly knocked out of her as the boy moved her out of the way and she landed back on the ground, "Don't do that!". To which angel responded with a face, " Do what? Save you? What were you going to do with only your fists!?". He had a point, at the very least, angel had venom, and his legs, and a good sense of smell, Sky had none of those things since mewmans relied on magic so heavily it seemed. She was suddenly more vulnerable.

Her focus was redirected to the creatures coming back for then and without thinking she made a leap and jumped onto the prince, for a moment weighing him down before she got on his back, "C'mon c'mon.....". Angel was unaware what she was trying to do until he heard...buzzing. And that's when he noticed the two of them were starting to rise off the ground, only slightly, Sky was attempting to fly with her little wings. But it wasn't going to be enough, the creatures were too fast and angel was too heavy.

Angel, sensing this fast , immediately started moving, crawling up the walls with sky clinging onto him. Oh yeah, he COULD do that, couldn't he? He made his way up the tower and looked over top sky as the creatures went after him, "You...have that taser thing? Please tell me you do?". Sky suddenly felt a purge in her stomach, "I-I don't think so....I think i left it...". She could tell angel was sighing in frustration as they took a break on a tower and looked below them, eclipsa still smiling.

She was enjoying this too much.

"Great, now what?".

"Your venom...", She said without thinking, making the boy turn around.

"What?".

"Angel, bite them......make em immobile.".

"Princess Butterfly, I can't just...i'm not going down there like this, and besides....I can't just bite one after another, I don't have THAT much venom...". He wasn't wrong, making Sky rethink the situation, "Ok, then we ram them, you bite one, and we take them down...while they're down..., i mean, the two of us crashing into them should really make some kind of impact, right?". It was the best she could think of on the fly but there was only so much she could do without her wand.

He seemed to be thinking about it, though going back down there seemed to make him feel anxious, Sky bit her lips and before she even really considered it full she kicked them both off the tower, her wings fluttering as fast as possible, making them glide their way down rather then fall. "GET READY!", Angel was panicking but tried to remain calm as they crashed into the monsters, their forces together sending them back and making them fall on their backs.

Sky fell off of angel, but she seemed fine, motioning for angel to bite, this being their chance. He went for it, sinking his fangs into one of the creatures, making it go limp, luckily these were just spells, not being that would suffer like most who encountered creatures like him, he panted, as he watched another creature go for sky, who she kicked at, knocking backwards. She wasn't anything like Luna but she could at least somewhat wrestle these creatures away from her, making the one retreat.

However then another came up behind her and grabbed her arm, making her momentarily panic as it tackled her down, catching her off guard. She struggled, Eclipsa was so gonna be in trouble for this, she couldn't get them off of her and she was totally screwed and eclipsa was gonna have to save her.

But then, the next thing she noticed however, what something attacking the creature and getting it away from her.

It looked like angel, it was angel.....but....it also wasn't at the same time.

His hair was finally out of his usual ponytail, sprawled out along his face, his four eyes were glowing red, and upon closer inspection sky could see something she rarely saw peeking from his mouth. He had pincers, and if those were out that wasn't a good sign. He seemed more.....animal then how he normally way, attacking the creature more viciously then he had before, he was even...hissing? The other creatures ran away, vanishing into oblivion, terrified and the one angel was attacking did the same.

Hopefully they'd be fine, though it seems angel wasn't doing this of his own volition, as if something else suddenly took him over. He turned to spot sky staring at him and quickly his strange change began to fade to his normal self, his normal eyes, his pincer retreating, and his composure as normal as angel could be. He didn't seem to know what he just did either, reaching up to feel his face and getting flustered all of a sudden, "Did I just......I-I.....my ultimate?".

"You went feral...", Sky said, looking him over as he scowled, "It's called our ultimate! D-don't call it "Feral"!". He hissed at her, still flustered as Eclipsa smiled and clapped, clearly proud of herself, though both of them didn't seem as happy. "Look at that! You both did so well

together! And you even activated your form! And Sky, you started to fly!". The two of them suddenly looked at each other, she wasn't wrong, they did technically do all those things together.

Angel suddenly tried to fix his long hair, getting it back to it's usual look. "Fine, we did well but.....never put me through that again....that was.....scary...", he looked over himself and then over sky, they weren't all too injured, but they both felt slightly roughed up over what just happened. The prince said nothing for a bit before wandering off to the tower, "I need a break....". Eclipsa didn't stop him from entering her tower as she smiled at Sky, who still didn't seem amused.

"Well, you think it worked?", the woman winked, "I knew if there was one way for you to contact, it was through working together in some fashion. Being in danger is good enough as any....don't worry, the spells will be fine, and you both seem alright.".

"Were you trying to activate.....his...ultimate?".

"Not intentionally, but seemed you being in trouble woke something inside of him....think he cares about you more then he likes saying.", Sky watched where angel went, her eyes lingering on the door, "Angel's kinda a pain but.....he never takes pleasure in anyone getting hurt because of him....". She sighed, and reluctantly followed where he went, not even looking at eclipsa, she was concerned about how angel was feeling emotionally, she was actually concerned about how he felt.

Angel was on the couch, he didn't even turn to look at Sky when she walked in, nor when she sat in front of him in Eclipsa's normal seat. She looked him over, and for once, she didn't seem to mind wanting to talk to him, "Hey uh....sorry about Eclipsa, she just wanted to uh...well...do her job and maybe she kinda went too far back there trying to well, get us to work and fight and....ugh.....look, um, are you ok?". This felt so awkward and she felt angel would snap at her knowing him, but he didn't.

All four eyes looked up at her and and boy slumped in his seat.

"I'm sorry I went.....like that...in front of you....I don't....I got so freaked out and I suddenly....", he seemed panicked himself, in fact he was starting to remind Sky of another boy who got scared of his own abilities getting out of control now that she thought about it. "You uh....you did good out there.....", she mumbled, "I'm not the only one whose skilled...'. He shook his head though, "No, I just followed your orders, you're a fast thinker, I just have abilities you don't.".

"You still did good...".

"Don't pity me....".

"I'm not pitying you, i'm complimenting you....", Sky corrected, "Yeah you kinda flipped out back there, but I mean, that's cool you managed to do something like that...right? Look, it's not....weird if you wanted to sorta protect me or anything, judas has even done that before....and look, i'm not like...hurt or anything....you're fine.". The boy's eyes were suddenly soft, his fingers running through his light hair with a softness, "I could've....I just don't want people hurt....when I could be doing something to help them...".

"Like your mom?".

"Don't-!", he was about to finish his sentence, before dropping it completely, his knees went to his chest and he was almost curling himself up into a ball. Sky had never seen him like this before, whatever happened really seemed to mess him up and get under his skin in a way she'd never seen before. Upon closer inspection was he...crying? He was definitely crying, "You have no idea how scary this is for me....you were...and I was....don't think I...".

"Dude....it's....it's ok...".

He clutched his hair, "It's....I.....".

"I mean, that kinda stuff....it's always scary....I'm supposed to maybe get a butterfly form someday, but imagine going through mewberty....and how....your friends react to it.", then she remembered the prince in front of her had seen her mewberty before alright, and crossed her arms, "Magic affects us differently then a lot of other species, we're more sensitive to it...and that kinda stuff.....can have affects on us that are well....scary, i guess.".

"But you butterflys, you're more powerful then we are......years of practice and tradition....".

"We're not perfect....if we were....well....mewni wouldn't be so screwed up...", angel normally fought her on this of course, but for once he was listening to her and her words, his pointed ears flickering. "Magic i guess...isn't something even we know the limits of....my mom's been stupid with it before, but well....the stuff is kinda dangerous....I mean, i did almost attack my mom on accident with the stuff because of my emotions....", geez, now even she was getting emotional.

"If I had asked you for help before....would you have helped me?", he asked softly.

"Well, i was a stupid kid before but....we both were...".

"I....can agree to that...", his words were still soft spoken, after all, he was still crying, though hearing this coming from him was still an utter surprise to sky. "Months...years..wasted...going nowhere....mother dying...looking like a fool to everyone, even my own parents...what was i going to do? If i succeeded? If i succeeded.....my parents would be ashamed of me.....everyone would be ashamed of me...they'd all see me as a monster....like the one you saw out there...the one who got consumed by the magic I wanted to have for so long...".

Man, he really WAS breaking down, angel, who was so stubborn to his own views, was breaking down.

And before she even reconsidered what she was doing, she had already gotten up and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug. The monster tensed at it at first, but then he relaxed into it and sobbed more freely, "Don't....why are you even doing this, we don't like each other...you don't even like me...?". Man, now he was just making her feel worse all of a sudden about all their stupid fights, "Well no, y-you did dumb things but I never.....hated you...".

He was silent.

"Look....my family did terrible things to your family, they did.....but maybe we should....find another way to fix it, making up for it....I know you want us to do so much to help but, well.....you don't really wanna hurt me and I don't really wanna hurt you either...so...maybe we need a better solution...instead of fighting like our dumb ancestors did", angel didn't even argue with her despite what he'd normally do when this was brought up, trying to stop his crying so he could manage some proper sentences.

"Sky....I....".

Then he stopped talking, and there was silence between them.

"I just want to make things right....".

"Yeah....I kinda do too....also....I-I'm sorry if i kinda went too far, like...earlier...I might of gotten a LITTLE too personal at you, saying you have nothing and everything....".

"Well, I went on a destructive spree and could've ended up hurting you and you forgave me, so....i'll let it slide....though, maybe my father was right in you being the kinda person who I needed to be around a little more then I thought, you're painfully stubborn princess butterfly...".

"Touche...".

The two still hugged in silence, letting angel get all his feelings out, he probably wasn't used to this, having a shoulder to cry on, to get out his feelings in this kinda way. Sky was also probably the last person he even expected to do something like this with to be honest. But he didn't move away, eclipsa didn't even join them for awhile, giving the two space most likely. When they finally stopped, Angel seemed to feel a lot better, and the two seemed....oddly comfortable for once in each other's presence.

Whatever happened in the garden, hit a nerve with the boy like Sky had never seen before, and even someone who had been as cold to him as she did couldn't really manage to be snarky at him when he was like this, she'd seen judas like this, his brothers, even she'd been like this before. Today had gone a lot differently then she'd been expecting it to go but she had a feeling her attitude towards angel seemed to have gone down a little more then before.

She didn't entirely still trust him.

But.

She didn't feel like she hated him any more either.

When the King finally arrived to pick up his son, sky actually swore she saw angel....smiling at her?

And she was...smiling back...somehow?

As they parted however, and sky texted Judas the good news, one thing was for certain.

They would be seeing each other again very soon.

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #svstfoe #sky and the forces of the multiverse #starco bby #tomstar bby #Starkie bby #tomco bby #janstar bby #eclipsa #globgor #Meteora #fanfic #tom the demon #tom lucitor #my art

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Joseph’s Birthday Bash

Uh-oh, sisters! You think the Far Cry 5 Birthday Bash was over? When I told my boyfriend about the event, he decided to make a special gift for me. I loved it. He also gave me full permission to share this on Tumblr, so to celebrate the last day of March, here is my boyfriend’s gift to the Far Cry 5 fandom. God help us all.

This is also unedited with only minor grammatical changes to make it read better. Enjoy the fic~

Summary: It’s Joseph’s birthday and everyone in Hope County is invited. Things can only go well from here.

Warning: This is a crack fic. Expect OOC-ness (though he says it’s an accurate portrayal of all the characters), general silliness, fourth-wall breaking, off-color jokes, and anything else associated with a humor/crack fic. If anything needs to be tagged, let me know.

AN: In truth, I know very little about Far Cry 5.

Joseph's Birthday Bash

It was a clear and sunny day at the Project of Eden's Gate compound, colloquially known as “The Father's Church.” As opposed to the compound’s usual stark and austere look, today it was vibrant; the fence that was torn open from a recent helicopter crash was fixed, and what looked to be white moonflowers were tied into every single link of every chain. Even the sign that on any other day of the year proudly displayed “Project at Eden's Gate” was covered up with a black tarp that instead was spray-painted to say “Happy Birthday!”

Truly, it was a surreal site.

“Oooh, it's perfect!” A young woman in a white frilly dress exclaimed, as she took in her handiwork. “Now we just have to finish the outside of the church! Go on, mush!”

In response, the ragtag group of strangely-dressed bald men who were the ones actually tying the flowers into the chain link fence turned to give a glassy-eyed stare to their commander.

“Mush.” She repeated, snapping her fingers and pointing to the church.

Sluggishly, the men picked up their basket of flowers and headed to the church.

“Ah, Faith.” A long-suffering sigh came from just behind the gate as a man with a perfectly coiffed beard and a three-hundred-dollar coat stepped through. “As usual, you're truly an inspiration to observe. I wish I could be half as sympathetic to those in my region.”

“John!” The aforementioned Faith beamed at the new arrival. “As usual, you're acting like a posh bitch!”

John's head jerked back slightly at her bluntness and he was just about to retort, until another, much larger man came and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Enough.” The large redhead grunted “Don't the two of you start. It's insufferable.”

“Wow!” Faith said with a sing-song lilt. “‘Insufferable?’ Isn't that a little too many syllables for you, jarhead?”

Jarhead gazed at her and gave an unimpressed grunt.

“Really, would it kill you to act a little more ladylike?” John asked the girl. “This is why you're not in the Christmas photos.”

“This is why you’re not--” She mimicked.

“Really. Stop.” Jarhead said. “Joseph's going to be here soon. You know how he gets about the two of you bickering. I'd rather not hear it for once.”

“Sorry, brother,” John mumbled.

“Sorry, brother~” Faith mimicked, to everyone's distaste.

“Rachel.” Jarhead warned, making her grimace slightly. “Stop.”

Faith stuck out her tongue at him for a brief moment, then turned her head towards the church and fell silent. Suddenly, a small cloud of dust kicked up from one of the cliffs above them accompanied by a hum of an engine.

“He's here.”

A Jeep with tinted-black windows came into view from over the cliff, driving down into the gated compound. In moments it pulled unto the gate right in front of the three siblings. The driver's side door opened and out stepped a man who practically glowed with an enlightened aura. This was the most notable man in Hope County, Joseph Seed.

He was also wearing a blindfold.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Jarhead barked. “Where you driving that thing blindfolded!”

“Jacob, my brother!” Joseph greeted, turning almost (but not quite) to face where Jacob was and spreading his arms. “My escorts told me that I had to wear this, otherwise I'd spoil the surprise.”

“Your escorts were supposed to drive!” Jacob growled, looking towards two men in red balaclavas who stepped out of the passenger and rear seats, respectively. “I am disappointed.”

“B-but...” One of the strangely dressed men stuttered out. “The Father--he wanted to drive!”

“Blindfolded?”

“Now, Jacob.” The still-blindfolded Father consoled, patting his brother on the shoulder. “It's like John 9:25 says, ‘I was blind, and now I can see!’.”

“It's not.” Jacob sighed. “You still have that thing on.”

“You never were the most spiritual, brother.”

“Oh for--” The tall ginger ran his hand down his face. “Can we just get on with this whole thing?”

“I dunno,” Faith said, twirling a flower in between her fingers. “This is kinda fun to watch.”

“No, don't listen to her.” John wheedled his way between his two brothers and grabbed Joseph by his bicep. “Come, Brother, let us show you what we prepared!”

Ignoring the disapproving stares from pretty much everybody, John sidled up to his brother, in a way that one could say was unnervingly close even for siblings, and led him into the compound. Stopping just before the church, John held his breath before motioning for his siblings and the followers to gather around and quickly ripped off Joseph's blindfold.

“Surprise!” Everyone hollered. “Happy birthday, Father!”

Joseph serenely took in the whole event, gazing at his church, defaced by clumsily pasted on moonflowers behind his piss-tinted aviators.

“Were you wearing your glasses under your blindfold?” Jacob asked, stunned by his brother's dedication to fashion.

“Well, Brother?!” John ignored his favorite brother's apparent psychosis. “Isn't this a wonderful surprise?”

“It is no surprise, my children.” Joseph smiled back at all his followers, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. His visage was that of one who has truly reached enlightenment. “For I have foreseen this.”

“D'Ohhhhh!” his followers cried, shuffling their feet, as Faith nodded sagely, completely eating it up, and John looked crushed.

“Of course you did,” Jacob sighed, wondering why he spent any time with his family.

“Now, John.” The Father gazed around the decorated compound and nodded his head before turning and beckoning to his younger brother. “Bring me your Devil Box.”

“My what?”

“Your devil box,” Joseph said, as if he was talking to a small child. “Which you use to broadcast the past onto other, squarer devil boxes.”

John looked as if he was about to have a conniption. The rest of the followers weren't much better.

“Your camera,” Jacob grunted.

“Oh!” John exclaimed. “But why, Joseph?”

“Why John, today is the birthday of our Savior,” The Father chided. “Me. Obviously today should be a day of armistice and coming together.”

“No,” Jacob interjected, already seeing where this was going.

“Therefore, I suggest--”

“No.”

“--That we invite--”

“Seriously. This is dumb.”

“--The deputies and their friends!”

“Joseph.”

“Worry not, my dear brother, things are going as foreseen.” Joseph settled the matter with a deft hand and turned to his other siblings. “John, Faith, we must prepare for our guests.”

“As the Father decrees!” Faith screeched, turning to her homeless-looking followers who gave their agreement with a cacophony of inhuman moans.

Elsewhere

The town of Fall's End had seen a major downsizing since the Project at Eden's Gate had started. While it was never what would be described as a “booming town,” it had a scattered few stores with a surprising variety of goods, tailored to the unique individuals that lived in Hope County. Now all stores were closed but two: a bar called the Spread Eagle, and a hardware shop that sold guns.

It was unfortunate for the town of Fall's End that even the followers of the Project at Eden's Gate couldn't rid them of their town idiot, though.

“DEPUTY!” A grown man with a roughshod beard and a stylized American flag shirt shouted, as he waved his hands and ran down an empty street. “DEPUTY!”

His shouting continued until he entered the Spread Eagle.

“DEPUTY!”

“Hurk!” The bartender, a blonde woman, shouted back as she cleaned her glasses with a wet rag. “Quiet down! You're bothering my customers!”

“Oh! Hey man, sorry,” Hurk said, looking around at the scattered few patrons giving him the stink-eye from over their mugs. “I was just looking for—OH, THERE YOU ARE!”

“Hurk!” the bartender threatened.

“Oh, sorry, man.” The town idiot nodded back again, then proceeded to walk towards a patron who was doing their best to not look at him. “Hey, man, where have you been? I've been calling your name for the last hour!”

The person Hurk was addressing was an iconic figure of Hope County, Deputy Rook. The deputy was, even by Hope County's standards, a complete and hopeless weirdo. They were a small person, standing maybe 5'7”, and not a single person besides their parents probably knew their gender.

Why one might ask? Because Deputy Rook always wore some kind of weird mask on their head. Be it a big chicken mask, an alien mask, or even what they were wearing today, a gigantic eyeball mask. No one truly knew what Rook's face looked like. The deputy even wore a big horse mask to their police academy graduation, which was probably the reason they were assigned to this podunk town.

Even more than that, they were slight of build, had shaved and waxed legs, and never spoke. Ever.

“Hey man, have you seen the TV?” Hurk questioned Deputy Rook, who in response continued to give the impression of not looking at Hurk (which was doubly impressive, given that they were wearing a gigantic eyeball on their head) and poured their beer into the cornea of their mask.

As expected, it didn't go into the mask and splashed everywhere.

“Yeah? That's cool, man. But seriously, you should check it out,” Hurk continued, seemingly oblivious of Rook's indifference. “HEY, MARY MAY!”

“Hurk. I'm going to kick you out,” the bartender countered.

“DON'T BE LIKE THAT, MAN! JUST TURN THE TV ON TO CHANNEL 3!!” “Hurk, the only channel we get anymore is channel 3,” Mary May sighed, as she picked up the dusty TV remote from behind the bar and turned on the small CRT that they used in the past to watch the Cougar's baseball games. “You can just say ‘turn on the TV’.”

“WILL DO, PRETTY LADY!” Hurk screamed conversationally, as he turned back to the Deputy. “Hey man, look, it's Joseph.”

The deputy quickly glanced up to see that, indeed, on the TV was Joseph Seed. They then got up, turned their bar stool around and continued to splash their beer around.

“Greetings, my children,” TV Joseph spoke, static slightly modulating his voice into a deeper, more seductive tone. “I am broadcasting this message to give good tidings to you all!”

“Oh man, I don't know what that means, but it sounds sinister, don't it?!” Hurk questioned the Deputy, who raised a finger in the air to silence him.

Mary Mae poured them a shot glass of clear liquid, which they proceeded to throw all over their mask.

“Yeah, I like the liquor too.” Hurk nodded.

“Today marks the day of the birth of your Savior.” TV Joseph looked over his piss-goggles for a brief moment “Me.”

“What an asshole.” Mary May came to the general consensus as she poured herself a shot glass of clear liquid and proceeded to throw it back.

“As such, today will be a day of peace!” The camera zoomed out to show the entirety of the followers of the Project at Eden’s Gate crowded around what looked to be Joseph's church, but it was covered in badly placed flowers. “I invite you all to my church to partake in the merriment. I hope to see you all there!”

TV Joseph lowered his aviators again. “Especially you, Lamb of God.”

“Huh, wonder who he was talking about.” Hurk scratched his head as the recording abruptly cut off and repeated itself a moment later. “Must be his secret weapon.”

Deputy Rook scooted their chair as far away from Hurk as they could. They were, unfortunately, between him and a wall, and therefore had to press themselves up against a wall to get as far away from the idiot as humanly possible.

“But you know, man, what this means we need to do?” Hurk questioned the Deputy, who was sidling the wall and trying to very sneakily escape. “WE NEED TO GO CRASH THAT PARTY!”

“Alright Hurk, that's it! Get out of my bar!”

Elsewhere, sometime later

“This is a waste of time, Joseph,” Jacob grunted from his seat at the porch of Joseph's church. “Our enemies aren't just going to waltz into here.”

He couldn't have picked a worse time to say that, as a helicopter came into view on the horizon and the sound of a horn blaring from an 18-wheeler echoed down the cliff side of their compound.

“Faith, brother.” Joseph gave Jacob the smuggest grin.

In short order, a convoy of vehicles pulled up to the gate of the compound: an 18-wheeler with a flame decal, a shitty-looking jeep with a Gatling gun on the roof, some gaudy looking sports car, a black sedan, and a handful of ATVs. The helicopter came and landed next to them, followed by a red biplane that didn't quite stick it's landing and rammed into the gate slightly, knocking over a 50-foot section of the chain link fence.

“Lovely that you all have come,” Joseph said serenely, waving to the group of people who were filtering out of their vehicles and checking the safety on their weapons. “Truly, it is a day for celebration--and don't worry, we've made enough macaroni salad for everyone!”

“Bleh!” Hurk said in sync with a young man holding a flamethrower stylized with a shark motif.

“Come, my children,” Joseph beckoned, conveniently ignoring anything that didn't fit his worldview. “We shall begin to make with the merriment!”

“Check your guns at the door,” Jacob added.

As it turned out, the community gathering didn't immediately dissolve into a crazed slaughter. There was (surprisingly for the Seed’s) a good amount of liquor provided. Deputy Hudson, the only (at least proven) female deputy, managed to integrate herself with a group of Jacob's hunters and were quietly discussing amongst themselves what the best shotgun slug on the market was. Whitehorse had a surprising love of fashion and was discussing Mumu's Fashion Week with John, who was an avid collector. Deputy Rook even managed to be companionable, if silent, after one of Joseph's followers commented that they liked the gaudy, skeleton-embroidered gloves they wore. Everyone else was laughing at the Project at Eden Gate followers suffering through the classic Seed macaroni salad. All in all, it was a good time.

“Everyone,” Joseph called out. “It's now time for the exchange of gifts!”

Alas, all good things come to an end.

Whitehorse motioned to Deputy Rook, who leaned their dumb eyeball mask close to their boss. “We were supposed to get gifts?”

Rook shrugged. It was a birthday after all.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Whitehorse demanded. Rook turned their eyeball mask fully to face the sheriff down in a stare-off.

“...Fine.” Whitehorse relented. “You make a good case. You're lucky you’re such a damn good speaker, Rook.”

A deep sigh came from the mask before Rook turned back towards the Father.

“Me first!” John shouted, pushing his way to the front of the crowd. He cleared his throat and presented a perfectly wrapped box to his brother.

“Thank you, dear brother,” praised the Father as he carefully unwrapped the box. As he reached inside, he pulled out a painting frame. “...Modern art?”

“It's the first sin I carved out of myself!” John proudly displayed a scar on his left underarm, “Are you not proud, brother?!”

Slightly green, Joseph nodded, setting the framed piece of flayed skin in a pile he mentally marked as 'trash'. “Very. Next, please.”

No one moved.

“Come now, no need to be shy.” Joseph looked around the crowd who was trying very hard not to meet his eyes. “How about Faith? Come now, my child.”

“Err...” Faith's eyes darted around like a rabbit staring down a shotgun. “How about Jacob first?”

“No, no. I'm sure your gift will be wonderful,” The Father countered with a smile.

“Sure, yeah! Wonderful.” Faith inched away. “I just have to go get it! I'll be right back!”

The young woman bolted away. A couple minutes passed, then five, then ten. Most of the gathered guests wondered if she was going to come back (most hoped that she wouldn't). Any concerns were allayed and hopes dashed moments later, however, when she came back with a poorly wrapped and heavily-taped, ball-looking object.

“Happy birthday, Father!” Faith exclaimed with a proud smile as she shoved the gift into his outstretched hands.

“Thank you, sister.” Joseph serenely intoned, carefully picking at his gift in order to most carefully unwrap it, only for it to spill all over his suit. “...Dirt?”

“It's symbolic,” Faith explained.

“Oh?” The Father was quite interested. “How so?”

“It's symbolic,” Faith repeated, sweat beading down her face, her ever present smile trembling slightly.

The Father looked over his glasses at her with what half the crowd would say was disappointment, and the other half would say was understanding. “I see.”

“Jacob!” Faith screeched grabbing her actually-not-really brother by his huge bear arm and dragged him forward. “You're turn.”

“Fine,” he huffed. Reaching into his inner coat pocket, he withdrew a small, unwrapped cardboard box, not much bigger than a soda can. “Happy birthday, Jo.”

“Thank you, Jacob.” The Father smiled, comfortable in the knowledge that his eldest brother would actually bring him a regular gift. He opened the box and examined the plastic object. “...What is it, exactly?”

“It's a speed reloader,” Jacob explained, picking up the gift and holding it in what Joseph assumed was the correct configuration. “You load your bullets here, and if you ever need to reload, it'll barely take you a half-second.”

“A speed reloader?” Joseph was baffled. “For an assault rifle?”

“What? No.” Jacob was beginning to be as baffled as his brother and pointed to the gun at his waist. “I've never seen you with a rifle. That's for the revolver you're always totting around.”

The Father stared at his brother for a solid two seconds before bursting out with warm laughter. “Oh Jacob, I'll never actually use this weapon.”

“Joseph, I know you don't like guns, but--”

“No, no brother. It's just a character design element,” The Father explained. “Why, using it would be silly.”

“I don't understand what you're saying.”

“Don't worry, all is as foreseen,” Joseph said, falling back to his cop-out line.

“I'm done.” Jacob gave up, rubbing his forehead in suppressed rage, he gestured to the deputies and their compatriots. “One of you idiots can go next.”

“Oh, I'll go, I'll go!” Hurk waved his hand and ran up to Joseph before shoving what looked to be a shopping bag right in his face. It made a satisfying “bonk” as it rebounded off his forehead. “I know we had our troubles, man, with me dropping out of the cult and all, but this has been cool.”

“Thank you, young Herakles,” Joseph said benevolently, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head. “I'm glad—”

“Yo, man, where did you hear that name?” Hurk tried to whisper, but it came across even louder. “My name is Hurk.”

A rasping chuckle came from the weirdo in the giant eyeball mask in the crowd.

“Young Herakles,” Joseph said. “You should be proud of your name. It has heritage and—”

“WOO-HEE!!” Hurk screamed. “WHO KNOWS WHAT THESE PEGGIES ARE SAYING, AMIRITE?!”

“I'll just open this now,” Joseph said, opening his shopping bag and taking out a rather nice bottle of wine. “Young Herakles, this is one of the bottles of wine I bought for this party.”

“I know, man!” Hurk agreed. “I knew you'd like it.”

Joseph looked at the bottle in his hand and set it beside him. He looked to his eldest brother and made a motion of cutting his throat. “I see.”

Jacob grunted, grabbed Hurk by the shoulder and guided him back to his friends. “Next.”

“Sure.” A black man with a smooth voice stepped to the front of the queue. “I've got something to give Joseph.”

As the Father saw this guest, his eyes lit up. “If it isn't my old friend, Jerome!”

“‘Old friend’. Sure,” Jerome said dryly.

“I missed you, friend,” The Father continued. “Remember when we used to camp out together?”

“You mean when you squatted in my church?”

“Or when you had me as a guest preacher?” Joseph pushed on.

“You wouldn't stop interrupting my Mass.”

“Such good times.” Joseph said. “What tidings do you bring, old friend?”

“This.” Jerome placed a half-drank water bottle in front of the father emblazoned with the words ‘Holy Water’ in still-wet, permanent marker ink. “Blessed it myself. I'm curious if you'll spontaneously combust when it touches your skin.”

“You blessed it yourself?!” Joseph gasped. “I'll treasure it. Thank you, my friend.”

Jerome just glared at the Father.

“And no hard feelings about the thing with your daughter, right, friend?” Joseph pushed.

Jerome continued to glare at the Father.

“Haha, of course not old, friend. What a story.”

Deputy Hudson quickly went up and dragged the preacher away before he went to strangle Joseph.

“That will be a hard act to follow,” Joseph warned.

The gathered looked at each other and started shoving each other to try to push one unwilling sacrifice to the head of the crowd. After a couple moments, a man stumbled out at the head of the crowd. “I suppose I'll go,” said a dirty man with crazy hair. He walked up to the Father, dug through his pocket, and dropped a crumpled cardboard business card on his place mat. “Here.”

“Why...Thank you,” Joseph said, inching away from the filthy man. He gave a glance at the business card before grabbing the tongs from the macaroni salad, and used it to pick up the card and bring it to eye level. “A free, 1-year subscription to...Zip Kupka's NewsBattles?”

“It's my internet talk show,” Zip Kupka explained. “You can get it on XM radio, too. It tells about all the hard-hitting news, like the bliss in the Henbane turning all the fish gay!”

“Lies!” Faith shouted, perhaps a bit too loudly. “Baseless slander!”

“Wait,” Skylar Kohrs, the young fishing champion of Hope County, muttered. “Is that why there are no Demonfish out this season?”

“What are Demonfish?” Staci Pratt, local emasculated deputy, asked the butch fisher-girl.

“You know,” Skylar explained, holding out her hands to their full wingspan. “About this big, dorsal fins, huge teeth.”

“Skylar,” Staci said in a slow voice, as if talking to an idiot. “There aren't any sharks in Montana.”

“I know,” Skylar shot back. “They're Demonfish.”

“Children, children.” Joseph held up his hands, forestalling their argument. “We're getting away from the important thing here. Me.”

Deputy Rook idly wondered if the buffet table sporks graciously given out for the macaroni salad would make a good enough weapon to stab Joseph. Before they could act on that train of thought, an old, bearded man in an apron jogged into the middle of the crowd, shouting unintelligible madness.

“Mphyadn, Shawdamnh Birthday,” the seemingly crazed man said. “Hadph, doart cake mera fer lpod.”

“My child, do have peanut butter in your mouth?” Joseph offered the man a glass of wine. “You sound like you could use a drink.”

“No Padfd Btha.” The man shook his head, but took the glass from the Father and downed it all in one quick throw. “Baday cake Tephda, Aldkh?”

“Err,” Whitehorse broke in, seeing as none of the cult members (or their leaders) could understand this man. “Chad here's saying that for his gift, he made a birthday cake for you. He was asking if he could clear off some space to bring it out.”

“Of course, my child!” Joseph said. “But leave the macaroni, all my children seem to be enjoying it.”

Chad looked disbelievingly at the Father as a cry of “Your macaroni sucks!” came from the crowd, but nodded and went to his truck where he retrieved the cake, made some space on the table near Joseph, and set it down.

“Quite an...” Joseph looked at the giant meatball in front of him. “...Interesting-looking birthday cake.”

“Mera o Mtabaffth,” Chad explained.

Wordlessly, Joseph turned to the Sheriff.

“It's more of a meatloaf,” Whitehorse said. “Chad's a world-class BBQ chef. It makes more sense than him actually baking a cake.”

“I see.” Joseph nodded, carefully cutting a small piece of the giant meatball and eating it. After a couple moments of chewing, his eyes lit up and he took a bigger piece. “This is actually quite good! What kind of meat is this?”

Chad smiled and then said, in perfectly understandable and unaccented English, “Bull testicles.”

The Father stopped chewing, and audibly gulped. He set his tableware to the side and nodded. “Thank you, my child. I think I'll save the rest for all my guests.” “Oh wow, you sure?!” a man in aviators and a flannel vest pushed his way forwards before grabbing a literal handful of the cake. “Look, Kim! They got testies!”

“...Great job, honey.” A pregnant Asian woman congratulated him from the gaggle of guests as she hung her head in shame.

The Father watched on in fascinated horror behind his glasses as the man savagely ate the handful of testicles with an “Om nom nom!”

“Is it really that good?” one of the Project at Eden's Gate followers wondered aloud.

“It must be, look at him go,” another said, pointing at the man filling his cheeks with testicles. “Chad is a world-class BBQ chef, after all.

“Hey, yeah, let’s go try some.” And so, the entire crowd of guests meandered their way forward and made quick work of the testicle cake.

“Oh my,” Joseph said drolly. “I wish my macaroni salad would go as quickly.”

The worshipers looked away from the Father. A cry of “Your macaroni sucks!” came from somewhere in the crowd.

“Hey man, it's like, nature.” Sharky Boshaw, Hope County's resident firebug, said, spraying bull testicle everywhere as he did so. “You can't stop nature. Everyone wants to get some balls in their mouth.”

“Young man,” Joseph preached, gesturing towards where his siblings stood. “Of course, you can go against nature. Why, look at my siblings.”

Turning, Joseph only saw Jacob there, with a disassembled gun in his lap.

“Where did John and Faith go?” Joseph asked his brother. Jacob grunted and motioned towards the table with his head. Turning, the Father came to the sight of his youngest brother and sister stuffing their face with testicles. Looking at his siblings voraciously eating the balls, Joseph could only come to agreement with the young man in front of him. “Nature is truly a frightening thing.”

“Yeah, man. Anyways, happy B-day,” Sharky said, before digging in his pocket and tossing the Father a lighter. “That's a favorite of mine, real sentimental value.”

The Father examined the bright blue plastic lighter. “It's a Zippo.” “Good brand,” Sharky agreed with a nod.

“It has a 99-cent sticker on it,” The Father argued, before spinning the striker. “And it's empty.”

“Real sentimental value.”

Joseph set down the lighter in the “trash” pile next to John's gift. “Thank you, my child.”

“Oh yeah! Sharky kills it again!” The pyro pumped his fist. “Beat that, po-po!”

Sighing, Deputy Rook rose to bring their gift to the so-called prophet.

“Oh, the Lamb of God!” Joseph rose from his chair and held out his hand. “Wait, wait!”

The Father grabbed the left shoulder of his suit coat with his right hand, and in one fluid movement, ripped off his whole suit top and dress shirt and threw it to the side, revealing his tattoos to the world. He looked over his glasses at Deputy Rook and held his arms towards them, motioning for them to 'come hither'. “Come, my child.”

The Deputy's whole dumb eyeball mask rolled. They woodenly marched forward and reached into their jacket and dropped, into the Father's outstretched hands, a remote bomb. On it was a sticky note that read, ‘Not every problem can be solved with a bullet. This isn't a bullet.’

Suddenly, everyone was pointing weapons at each other.

“PUT THE GUN DOWN!” John was yelling at Sharky as he pushed his gun against his forehead.

“YOU FUCKING PUT THE GUN DOWN!” Hurk yelled back as he pushed his rocket launcher against John's liver.

“YOU AREN'T GOING TO FUCKING DO IT!” Faith shouted as she rapidly moved her shotgun between them.

Deputy Rook, meanwhile, rolled the detonator between their palms.

Joseph sighed and set the gift down in the trash pile. “Peace, children, peace.”

“Joseph,” Jacob grunted. “You're sitting next to a bomb. Peace is a little out of the picture.”

“Now, brother,” Joseph said placatingly, pulling out a silver stopwatch and checking the time. “Let's wait until we get the last gift.”

“What last gift?” Jacob hissed at his brother, who turned his head skyward.

“That.” A whistling was heard in the distance. Then, Joseph's church exploded in a shower of wood, sawdust and moonflowers. The kinetic energy from the blast sent everyone except Joseph, who was standing in just the right spot, hurtling to the ground, ears ringing.

The Father walked up to the object jutting out from his now destroyed church, and lay his hand upon its cool, metal surface.

Jacob was the first of those not blessed by (a dark) God to recover. He looked up at his brother to see him stroking an undetonated ICBM. On it was Cyrillic characters that he recognized; Russian. He only knew a brief smattering, so it took him a moment to translate what it said, but when he did, he could only mutter, “Crazy bastard.”

On the missile it read, Happy Birthday, Joseph – God.

Smiling, Joseph meet his older brother's eyes. “It is all as foreseen.”

Then the world was covered in cleansing fire.

Fin

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