#let me get eaten out by one of those mimic guys

[cream-boy-convenience]

Are you allowed to play dnd but like erotic? Like I have to escape the Dungeon of monsters that just want to mount and breed me? That sounds like fun 👀💦💦

BD(nd)SM

#nsft #dnd but sexy? #idk how it works #bdndsm #let me get eaten out by one of those mimic guys #just a little #for science

[blue-eyed-giant]

i saw poto for the first time ever today since wanting to see it since i was 11 years old and there are some stuff i've noticed (and i will talk non stop bc this was a dream come true)

this was an incredibly creative stage. it was rather small but it was used so well. there was a spinning stage frame on the real stage and during in-play opera performances it would spin to show you what the cast backstage would see. it took all shapes throughout the play as if it was playdough just by spinning. it was stage, it was christine's dressing room (yes, phnatom stepped out from its inside through the mirror), it was andre and firmin's office, it was rehearsal room... i think if it was on broadway it could get a tony for stage design

DRAMATIC. ASS. LIGHTING. for the first half and hour or so it was so impressive because it made every movement so dramatic and it was perfectfor the spooky mood but. it got too much. sometimes it was hard to see actors' faces and expressions and it was constant. if the light had been used more variably this would be an incredible lighting piece.

the overture. i had never seen how the stage looks during overture but i loved this sooo much it looked like those start-credits scenes from movies. it showed all the key moments from the show in slow mo with shadows, as if raoul was remembering what had happened all those years ago. it was nostalgic and it was terrifying because even if you didn't know anything about the story you would clock something terrible and tragic happened there. at the very start you see two actors with an actress between them bowing together and then the actress goes to the side with one of them, the other looking at them as they go and taking some time before going to the other side himself. yeah, i think you got my point.

orchestra was live. and it was magnificent i think. this is all i have to say i can't think of a way to make you believe how a not particularly big orchestra was so impactful without actually showing you live.

carlotta's comedic acting was so on point. the "these things do happen" bit is my favourite and i loved seeing it a lot. "think of me" also was very well acted not just by carlotta but also by andre and firmin.

madame giry sounds real young. she is also less strict or stiff than the way she is traditionally portrayed.

the head male ballet dancer was surprisingly delicate for his size and i tell you that guy had a real broad torso and a lot of big muscles and the hannibal damce was beautiful

SO MUCH FUCKING MEGSTINE!!! during "think of me" christine panics and stops singing with a hitch in her voice and only gets her courage up and continues when meg holds her hands and has her sing looking only at her eyes

you very quickly realize meg is just as vocally strong as christine in this production

you immediately notice ramin's microphone being loud as fuck. the sound team said "people come here for this bitch let's give 'em what they want" so everyone is singing at a normal volume and quality and then ramin comes in with his full hd 4k stereo 1080p voice (not complaining tho)

you don't get it. this fucker isn't just playing phantom. he IS the phantom. he's studied, he's acted, he's lived, he's embraced, absorbed, eaten the part. i doubt the fucker drops a chandelier every week in his house. you know how people say "oh he's added a second/third dimension to this part"? this bitch is forcing his way into the sixth at this point. he's doing it such naturally and in a nuanced way i could believe this is his office job. think of 25th and make it better, that's what it was.

this phantom isn't just miserable. he is so much older and wiser than our leads and he knows this and he is actively holding this over their heads. he knows exactly what leaves christine vulnerable and plays into those things. he knows he's manipulative, you can sense that in his mimics and voice and chuckles. he holds great power over christine whether she allows it or not. he also treats christine like a predator does to a younger person, which makes the dynamic very realistic bc it is exactly that

amelia milo is young, which makes you realize just how young christine actually is because she actually looks, sounds and acts like a 21 one year old and this makes a lot of her decisions and reactions make so much more sense

when the ballet starts andre keeps bumping into the dancers and the male dancer doesnt know what to do with him so he just. picks him up, spins him and moves him out of his way.

"all i ask of you" is portrayed in such a different way without changing a single line i was speechless. like yea??? technically you can play it like that and it will change everything about raoul and christine's relationship even if the script is the exact same. right before the song starts christine rushes to the roof with raoul following, gives her speech about the phantom, and tries to jump off, rould yells and begs her name to stop her. then he sits right at the edge with his legs dangling, as if he's showing if she jumped so would he. AIAOY sounds like raoul desperately putting in all his effort and saying everything he could to keep christine from killing herself. it isn't the little ray of light in the midst of the chaos, it is just another little, happier chaos in the big chaos. even christine doesn't seem to be particularly happy, they both seem to think "we'll look into this later"

not a huge fan of vinny coyle's raoul. like many raouls he wasn't particularly bad, but also he wasn't so good either. ofc he had his moments like his good dancing and small stu ts during "masquerade" but he couldn't shine where he had to shine big and be the prince charming (aiaoy was very underwhelming bc of that). in the end i was wondering how would bradley jaden be if he stayed for the milan cast as well

this

also, probs due to lack of ensemble members, half the masquerade guests were puppets on wheels which made the whole vibe so creepy

after long years of poto, earl carpenter was also a cast member that shined and added so much character to the production

THE SPECIAL EFFECTS!! PHANTOM APPEARING, REAPPEARING AND THEN DISAPPEARING!! HIM TAKING PIANGI'S PLACE WITHOUT THE CHARACTER LEAVING THE STAGE! the special effects were top notch

at first she sounds kinda weak but towards the middle of the play amelia milo's voice gets so strong and impressive you start to hink she did it on purpose to show how amateur christine was at the beginning.

PHANTOM HAS BLACK BAT WINGS AND SOARS IN WANDERING CHILD

thank for coming to my ted talk :)

fr tho, they either fucked with ramin's mic or he just sounds so strong his voice feels solid bc that IT'S OVER NOW THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT was something else

edit: at one point during an opera meg jumps on stage just to yell "he's there the phantom of the opera!!!!". it's not even her scene, she wasn't supposed to be on stage and gets called back by her mom. we love a hatergirl <3

#poto #phantom of the opera #poto milano #ramin karimloo #amelia milo #earl carpenter #musicals #vinny coyle #musical theatre

[monsterfloofs]

If that’s the case, could we maybe get a mimic and/or dragon flirting with the reader, please? Have a lovely day either way!

(Okay, so. . . I wrote both, because I absolutely had a blast writing two different kinds of flirting styles, and everything goes down hill when Floofs wants to write silly flirty monsters. x'D We have Majestic and Valerian, respectively. A dragon born of duty and deep love for a place forgotten by time. . . and then there is Majestic, who is just.

Majestic.

I hope you enjoy!! )

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Crowned Mimic (Majestic) x Anonymous Reader:

A jeweled chest made of white gold, adorned with pearls and bright pink gems. On the top sat a large crown, whether it was part of the chest, or an extra treasure left behind, it was left to the finder to decide. It was beautiful but as you know looks are well known to be deceiving. You pace in front of it, looking it over carefully. It had taken you such a long time to reach the end of this quest. All your hard work to appease a monster of a human, just to get them to give you their token word of peace to let you pass through their land. Multiple times the tasks you were given, you had felt more sympathy for the creatures you had dealt with trying to bundle your way through the dungeon. And now with this chest, in all of its brilliant light and gossamer craftmanship. There was something that didn’t add up. It feels too easy.

You kneel, staring at the chest intently, 

“Don’t scrunch up those pretty lips on my account, sweetheart.” 

Said the chest. 

Said. 

The.

Chest?

Ah.

If you hadn’t been suspicious it was more than it seemed before. You absolutely know now that something is deeply wrong with it. You stand up in a scramble as the top pops open slightly, revealing the faint outline of white gold glittering teeth and a pair of glowing eyes stare back at you. “Aw– Going so soon? Come’on! We were making a connection! You stare at me- I pretended to be normal!”

You pull out a weapon and stare at them in disbelief. “I– What is that supposed to even mean–”

“I was flirting with you! Sheesh! I tell you, all these people that come down here, can’t even make polite conversation. And here I was thinking, you know what I was thinking today? I said, you know what Majestic? If that snobby half-wit sends another person down here to get eaten, I am going to go with them!”

Your eyes dart to the hallway and back. Waiting for the attack that was never going to come. Tensing as shadowy hands began to sprout from the maw, instead using them to gesture and articulate as they talked.

“You’re better than this!” The mimic continues to rattle on, unaware you are eyeing the exit. “I mean come on! Look at yourself! The idiot brings you all the way down here, to eat chumps they don’t wanna deal with! And the last guy– had this great little book about self therapy, exchanged it for his life yanno? So I get to reading– And WHEW the things I learned from that thing! Pure gold– and I should know! Annnyway! To make a long story short, learning I have been used, been abused? I’m done being that jerks garbage disposal!”

The hands shift, making a pose that resembles resting a hand on their chin. “So. . . how about you get me outta this dump eh? We can go on a nice candlelit dinner, my treat~”

Dragon (Valerian) x Anonymous Reader:

“You look very handsome indeed, those clothes fit you nicely too.” The deep rumble chilled your bones, sending vibrations deep into your chest. You could feel your heart reverberating back to the sound. Strange and enrapturing. Peering back at the one eye that stared back at you, the iris like molten gold. Flecks and diamonds of orange like churning hot bubbles around a pool of brilliant yellow.

You fix your outfit and breathe deeply, mouth fixing itself into a nervous smile. 

“Well thank you, I appreciate you letting me get a change of clothes, and a place to shelter from the storm.”

The large head lifts up from its place resting on an old stone staircase to give a bark of laughter. “I should be thanking you! It’s awfully lonely on this mountain top.” 

“What. . . was this place?” You ask quietly, carefully closing the door behind you. “Ah. . .” The large creature sighed, their deep timber turning remorseful. “A civilization that has been long gone I am afraid. I dare say you would not remember, for you are so young. But this was, at one time, a bustling palace. Where dragons were protectors, wisdom keepers that whispered long forgotten knowledge to kings.” 

You watched the long dark body slither its way along the passageway far beneath you, keeping their head up to continue your conversation. “Though the people have been long gone, I still have an old standing loyalty I refuse to give up upon. Call me an old romantic.” Their eyebrows raise and you laugh. “I haven’t heard about dragons being protectors in a very long time. . . I had thought they had just been legends.” They huff, hearing down below their great tail scraping along the stones. “It was indeed a very long time ago. But we still remember.” They slide their head down, leathery wings folding back up against their back as they politely wait for you to traverse the staircase and join them.

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I only did art of the mimic since this design has been in my head for longer (ง ​｡꒦ິ▽꒦ິ｡)ง

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And if you like what you read and wanna support me in anyway!

I have a tip jar!ヽ(*ᵔ▿ᵔ)ﾉ

If wanna you pop me a cuppa ko-fi, I will really appreciate it! Thank you so much for reading my silly stuff!

#monster x reader #monster x human #exophilia #sfw #floofyocs #silly stuff #dragon x human #mimic x human #dragon x reader #mimic x reader #gender neutral reader #anonymous reader #I think one of my favorite silly tropes is that one character in a period piece #that doesn't talk periodly #like #at all #Everyone else talks in a way that makes sense #and then there's just that one guy #who refuses #that's Majestic

[bitterbelphie]

"So let me get this straight..."

Mammon scowls at Satan across the table, arms crossed as he slouches down.

"This guy's mimic has been creeping around town you go to over something that you took from him?"

"No!"

Mammon throws his hands up in frustration, eyes wild. He slaps them back down on the table with emphasis, gesturing forward animatedly.

"It was a bet! And it wasn't even him! How was I supposed to know- I can't check the legitimacy of EVERYTHING that gets bet over there. How can I? I don't know everything!"

"You don't know much, really..." Your light bullying comes from your slouched and unimpressed form practically melting out of the chair you're so bored.

"Hey! Show some respect for your older brother, would ya? This isn't the time!" Mammon sighs, exasperated. You note that there's some actual fire behind his gaze... "I don't even think this thing is lookin' fer me to begin with. I mean- These places yer sayin' it's goin' to, do those sound like me? C'mon. Seriously?"

"Well, no. That's what makes it so odd... So maybe it's looking for whoever it was that had that coin last."

Satan presses a knuckle to his lips lightly, shaking his head a little bit...

"... For all we know, it's already found them. Until we find the mimic... Mmh."

Satan looks at you, but you're already dredging yourself up from the depths of your seat, fishing your phone out and sighing tiredly. You scroll here and there, tap, tap... And soon enough, you're placing your phone quietly in front of Mammon with a cool expression. His attention is on you easily, inquiry written in his every feature.

"... Mammon. Scroll through these pictures and tell me if you recognize any of them."

"Him-"

"Eh?"

You're barely even adjusting it from a little farther down back to the top of the page- Probably just barely scrolling along the third person on the list before Mammon's crowding your phone and pointing at it.

"Yeah, him! Veridian, I think it was- He's one 'a the guys that you see over at the card tables every other month 'r so. Quiet guy. Why the hell do you got a picture of 'em ready though?"

You sigh, shaking your head and frowning helplessly. What a stupid question, but... That's Mammon, you guess. Not leaping to the worst possible scenario even if it's the most obvious, to you.

"He's one of the people who went missing in the last month. He disappeared New Year's Eve, and that was that... But someone else vanished, too. All similar evidence to the mimic sightings. People are getting pretty freaked out."

Mammon's face falls. Satan rolls on relentlessly and fluidly, nodding.

"... Right. So it's looking for the coin, not simply the last person it thinks had it, is what it sounds like. And now that it's got a colder trail, it's probably going to have a more unpredictable path. Granted that it's leaving enough of a mess to follow..."

"..."

Mammon's jaw tenses, his brows knit. He backs off a bit, standing at the table in an uncomfortable quiet. Veridian... Mammon's a social sort. You can guess that maybe he acted like the guy was just a shmuck, but that he kjows the regular faces over there. You wonder if they were friends... Supposing maybe he's feeling similarly to how you felt knowing that nice baker got eaten by what she thought was her goddamn oven.

"... Mammon. We'll get ahold of it. If you want, I'll keep it around so you can give it a good kick."

"Forget it. Just deal with it, this thing's bein' a real pain in the ass... Can't have it runnin' around with Winter here, neither."

He rubs the back of his head uneasily... Always Winter with this one. Acting like he doesn't care, just to show his face on caring in another way. He's a bad actor, usually. He is about things like this... He's the closest to human out of all of you, you think.

"Right," Satan punctuates the conversation, cutting it to the end succinctly. "Then let's stop sitting here chatting about it anymore. The trouble's going to keep piling if we keep sitting around. Good hunting."

#.narrative #{{ I HAVENT WRITTEN IN. A LONG TIME. IT MADE ME REALIZE }} #{{ i got three days off and have a soul again. so i wrote and god... listen fjdj }} #{{ it will be bad. but it will be written. by god #{{ part 1 of 4 }} #{{ these are all. queued }}

[maguro13-2]

Chisato : Drawcia! We need your help! Our show got a set and it's not our style, someone's mimicking our show's style.

Drawcia : What? Did you say someone's mimicking the style of your show?

Chisato : Yes, this group of hentai artists have mocked our style and it humiliated every anime, manga, and video game girl with lewd things!

Takino : Yeah! Lewd things! It's such an abomination to society. A group of hentai artists did this to everyone, including us!

Drawcia : Really? What are these group of hentai artists that is mimicking the styles of everyone's shows in Japan?

(cuts out to the exterior of Drawcia Family Corporation)

Drawcia : (yelling) NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

"meanwhile..."

Arigase Shinji : Hahahaha! We did it! We finally fooled those girls into mimicking their shows of girls being lewded! Oh, we're a sucker for a lot of money when it comes to Japanese animated showed mimicking by us! This is why Lolita Channel cannot die! And there isn't a single soul to stop us!

Drawcia : [furiously yelling] LOLITA CHANNEL! YOU NO GOOD MANIPULATIVE BASTARD! YOU ARE DEAD, YOU HEAR ME!?! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!! YOU WON'T FORGET OF NEVER GOING TO ESCAPE MY WRATH! YOU'RE ALL MINE!!!

Arigase Shinji : Oh sh*t! It's that witch who were stole our research! We gotta scram and--(turns and sees Drawcia who is furious) It's her! Listen please! I-I-I'm sorry for mimicking everyone's show! Please have mercy!

Drawcia : Mercy? You think that I have mercy? God has mercy, I don't.

Arigase Shinji : What's the point of coming down here on stopping lolita channel? What did we do?

Drawcia : I'll tell you what you did. YOU MANIPULATED EVERY GIRL FROM ALL OF JAPAN'S FAMOUS ANIMATED SHOWS! INCLUDING MANGAS AND VIDEO GAMES! YOU DIRTY BASTARDS ARE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!

Arigase Shinji : We only wanted to draw things, it's digital art! It's not personal! Why don't you just scram and hit the--(tries to escape, but Paintra, Claycia, and Vividria appears to blocking his way) Oh no! You got sisters!? What's going on here!?

Paintra : We're here to teach you a lesson about mimic japanese animes with your style. That's cheating and stealing!

Claycia : I didn't know that this guy has been selling mimicked styles of everyone's shows just to gell all the stakes! But I did know that I found out that every style of Japanese animation has been manipulated by this man to think that famous stars of every Japanese anime were being lewded and raped by lewd things that fans recognize. What a pain in my ass.

Vividria : That's even way worse than regular lewd things like fetishes and role playing. You gotta have some kind of material to have that style.

Arigase Shinji : I have no idea! I have no idea what you're talking about, ma'am! I'm sorry, It's just a artist's job! it's our job to mimic everyone's style!

Paintra : I might be reincarnated as a human after that pink blob defeated me, but that doesn't me I am lewd material for some art! (smacks the artist with her ass) You wanna check these for lewds?! Huh? You see any f**king lewds in their!

Claycia : Come on, girls! Let's kick their asses!

Vividria : We're bringing justice to hentai artists, girls!

Paintra : Kill their asses!

Arigase Shinji : Oh yeah, that reminds us one thing. We just gotta get our heads into the game and...SCRAP!

*ZOOM!*

[Broken Radio Police - Yoshitsuru]

Paintra : They're getting away, Drawcia!

Drawcia : Not on my watch! Hey, you hentai scoundrels! Come back here and face some judgement!

Arigase Shinji : Those artistic witches are going to kill us! We gotta ditch these witches of art and science somehow! (a hentai artist gets killed by car drawn by Paintra] Nooo!

Hentai Artist 1 : Help! Somebody help!

Claycia : Where do you think you're going, punk? You won't get away that easily! (does her magical clay to create a dragon)

Hentai Artist 1 : No! Please! I was made into this! (gets eaten alive)

Arigase Shinji : Oh god!

Paintra : Holy moly! These motherf**kers aren't going anyhere!

Vividria : Better watch out! Cause here comes an Avalanche! (an avalanche of Puyo blobs crushes over more hentai artists)

Arigase Shinji : MY group Lolita Channel is destroyed! You have ruined for--(a drawn hellhound appears growling at the artist) Look! Look! I give up! I give up! I'm sorry for mimicking the styles of everyone's shows! Please have mercy on me! I'm sorry!

Paintra : Thanks, but you should tell our lawyers that we're sorry!

Drawcia : Lights out, punk! (holds out the magic paintbrush) This one's on the HOUSE! (SPLAT!)

"later..."

Chisato : So did you figured what was that group have mimicked the styles of everyone's shows that they lewd?

Drawcia : I sure did. I showed the Lolita Channel group to put them in place. Never to make dirty things to you ever again.

Paintra : Yeah, they were only a group of manipulative hentai artists that specializes in impersonating the styles of every anime using digital art. Who knew that people in japan used digital art to manipulate all the styles of Japanese animation.

Claycia : So I was right. Japan was pretty stupid enough to impersonate the styles of you guys. Eventually, I know what it mean to mimic one's style, and mimic of a show's style is manipulation and plagiarizing.

Drawcia : Hey, guys. Get a load of this. Look at the screen.

Shinobu : [inaudible, furiously]

Drawcia : They're yelling at Arigase Shinji for mimicking Demon Slayer. I wonder what was that about?

Paintra : So what did they yell at that hentai artist for?

Claycia : Manipulation and plagiarism, and they heard that the group Lolita Channel is a scammer trying to make fun of their shows for lewding character as seductive. So I guess were right all along. So what is "Lolita Channel"

Drawcia : Whoops. I forgot about the name Lolita Channel, the group of hentai artist was named after fashion culture and of coursse "Seductive young girls"

*MGS SFX : Exclamation Mark!"

Paintra : Oh sh*t!

(cuts to reality where Drawcia is in art class telling eberyone the whole thing)

Drawcia : And that is why mimicking style of anime, video games, and mangas would considered to be plagiarism and manipulation at an all time like hentai artists do dirty things for characters in such ridiculous way.

Paint Roller : Uhh, does this count as a "Yes" or a "No"? (Scoffs) look guys! I don't wanna be sound too cynical, but I have a crazy theory about manipulating or impersonating one's style, do you know how people tried to impersonate Mangaka style or comic book style, it's a getting a little deja vu, that we don't do such things as Hentai in the country. But on the contrary, we hardly prefer that imitating an anime, manga, or a video game's style would not be the smartest idea for pornographic creativity in the terms of hentai. That is literally the most stupidest thing I ever heard.

Drawcia : Yes, it's true. Mimicking Anime, Manga, and video games' style is always bad example for using it for the pornographic creativity. That's what happens when I taught that Arigase Shinji a lesson for impersonating an anime's style. These styles of Japanese animation were made by famous studios, Mangakas, and video game designers! It's formality on how we respect our works and all we need it some style to go with it. Any style of a mangaka can be like this one. I'm mean, My human incarnation as the artistic witch is basically the stylish form of that Fullmetal Alchemist mangaka. That's why it's the perfect solution!

Sana Sunomiya : (raises hand and tries to ask Drawcia, but she denies)

Drawcia : No! You put your hand down! You put it down now! I am so sick of you raising your hand to ask me a goddamn question during class! (knocks something over) I will mercifully kill you I ever see you raising your hand! So put it down now or I will kill you! (Sana puts her down) Okay, then. Now let's begin our creativity with the many mangaka styles of Japan.

#kirby #lycoris recoil #kirby canvas curse #kirby triple deluxe #kirby and the rainbow curse #kirby adventure #nintendo #hal laboratory #a1-pictures #aniplex #crossover #comedy #dark comedy #humor #dark humor #funny

[c-rowlesdraws]

time to answer a bunch more asks about Sweet Pea, Nettle, and DnD! Jesus christ, you guys (gender-neutral, affectionate). Leading with a couple asks about food, because now it’s on my mind...

@demnted-dwarf-wizard​ An average human would be a lot— I think it would take a few gnolls to finish one of those. (j/k j/k)

I think they generally do eat a bit more than an average human, because they’re generally larger creatures than an average human. A terrible, insatiable appetite is part of their monstrous reputation, and there’s some truth to it; they’re built to survive harsh conditions, so they can eat a lot at once if they want to. Ask Nettle about the time Sweet Pea discovered pasta. (Or don’t.) But many clans, like Sweet Pea’s, live in balance with the ecosystem around them, not hunting more than what animal populations can replenish. And every part of what they hunt is eaten or used in some way, like in making tools or clothes-- absolutely nothing is wasted.

They’re hunters first and scavengers second, just like real spotted hyenas, but they don’t mind scavenging. If other people think that’s “gross” because they can’t appreciate the flavors and smells of carrion and aren’t constitutionally strong enough to eat it, that’s on them.

I can see gnolls living in towns and cities being very into dumpster-diving. It’s amazing, what some places just throw out. 😔🍕🌯🍰🥐

@kinsey3furry300​ this whole thing is so cute and interesting that I’ve been hoarding it. I never knew you could gather ant larvae that way! SP is really the one who’s more knowledgeable about outdoorsy survival stuff, although Nettle knows things, too. She’s very good at identifying mushrooms.

nettle. ✅

she’s a little over 6 feet tall! Most of that is neck. My gnolls have long necks and torsos, and proportionally short legs.

a little guy! My first impulse was to be like, “wait, aren’t kitsune a thing?” but kitsune are different and special and they’re their own thing. I hope you can convince your DM to let you be a little tiny big-eared fox guy.

@kittysune2000​ I love all the different kinds of furries and monsters you can be in DnD and Pathfinder (and beyond). Letting people just be creatures is so great. I love ratfolk, they sound adorable-- and I also love kobolds! A oneshot I played recently with some work friends actually went off the rails when our party got ambushed by a couple kobolds and, instead of killing them like the DM expected us to, we took them prisoner to act as our guides through a gem mine, asked them their life stories, and encouraged their fellow kobold minions to revolt against their mean manager. Afterwards, we set them free with a gem each and encouraged them to look for better jobs. Godspeed, little guys.

I’ve also seen a couple examples of people making mimics into PCs, and that’s delightful. Any little minor enemy monster getting to be a main character is my jam.

I don’t own any 5e books (yet)! My secret is having friends who do own books who will loan them to me, and a DM who sends his players PDFs of books he wants us to read.

@half-blood-goods​ I wrote about SP’s family over here!

#ask #catie talks #dnd #sweet pea the gnoll #nettle the goblin #food #bugs #kobolds

[pufflocks]

Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x male reader #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo testuro #smut #haikyuu smut #bottom reader #bottom male reader #degrading #choking #tw dacryphilia

[yinses]

he reminds your ex who you belong to

gojo satoru ft. f! reader + exhibition ( technically phone sex ¿) + some hair pulling + unprotected sex  wc: 2.3k

a/n: trying to get better with my tagging. i realize the community has it’s own sensitivities and i often fall short on that thought. i still owe some prompts and a few other asks but this has been siting in my drafts for a few weeks and i finally finished it up. 

it never fails to come as an interruption in your life, the shrill call of your phone blaring at inopportune times. each one conveniently impeding on time with gojo.  

your boyfriend of four months would give you that tight smile, blue eyes swimming with annoyance, but never concern. because not once did you pick up the call, always reaching out blindly to silence it without even acknowledging the accompanying messages. 

the number changes, but you learned not to accept any call from one you didn’t recognize. important communications were typically followed by voicemail and that was how you dealt with that. but the duration was becoming more tedious than either of you imagined, reaching above the white noise decibel it had been reduced to. 

“maybe i should just change my number, “ you suggest forlornly. it would ensure that he had no way to contact you freely, but it would also force you to reestablish connections with all your friends and family. it seemed like an extreme measure but when push came to shove. 

only a few moments pass before the phone picks up again, hammering down the final nail in your resolve. 

“i think you should answer.”

gojo’s unexpected intervention comes from the edge of the bed where he flips the said phone carefully from one palm to the next. his fingers brush past the two blinking options just short of selecting. 

you shift from foot to foot, not sure how to accept that response. gojo was as irritated as you were but you didn’t expect him to cave first. 

frowning, you shake your head. “i’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“why not?” his gaze sweeps over your face, somewhat amused by your discomfort. there is a swirl of mischief alight in those bright blue eyes.  “apparently he needs a little more than a simple no.”

he holds out the device, voice taunting but firm.

“if you don’t answer you’ll miss the call.”

as if there wouldn't be a dozen more to follow. 

your mouth feels dry, hand heavy with the weight of decision. it wasn’t as though you couldn't deal with the situation, so much as if you were prepared to. ignoring had been the more appealing option over confrontation but perhaps it had been your hesitation that had been the problem all along. ultimately your thumb taps to accept the call. 

“hello?”

‘baby, i’ve been trying to reach you for ages.’

the bed creaks but you’re too focused breathing evenly to notice. you weren’t familiar with the etiquette of many break ups, which was why this one was the hardest. it had been a long love that had followed you into the early years of adulthood before spark began to fizzle out. 

“i just answered to tell you to stop calling. i’ve already blocked your number once.”

the attempt to revive the romance before it all fell apart had been one-sided. he’d been quicker to discover other fish in the sea before you had. it seemed as though in your patience, you’d found something better while he spent his time chasing minnows without satisfaction. 

‘yes, but you didn’t give me the chance to explain. we don’t have to be over.’

you should have seen it coming. 

your shoulders tense at the press of his lips at your neck. gojo had a propensity for creating opportunities out of every little divot in life. he lived the role of a jester but held the mind of a genius. gojo had been kind in biting his lip to bare down on the jealousy simmering down beneath.

he gives you a brief grace period as his slender fingers tap the mute button then his lips return to your ear. “if you want this, get onto the bed and place the phone above your head with the speaker on.”

an immediate protest flies to your lips but doesn’t quite make it to fruition. what he’s suggestion goes beyond sexual barriers you’d set up thus far. gojo had a knack for pushing them and helping you discover new fantasies and hidden pleasures. 

at the first hint of a pout against your throat, you cave. 

so weak for him.

your ex seems none the wiser to the hitch in your voice as you press one knee to the bed, then the other before carefully rolling onto your back. swallowing the waning confidence before it leaks from your body, you seal the deal by placing the phone just above your head after activating the speaker. 

“good girl.” the words come whispered for your benefit as gojo crawls onto the bed. as if his intentions weren’t already clear enough, the prominent hardness in his pants as he slots between your legs is. you can’t help but grow dizzy at the thought of your premeditated actions, all while your thighs tighten around his form. 

his hands warm the shivers from your sides as he slides up your shirt and kisses down your navel. gojo delivers a sharp nip just before muttering a brisk,” unmute.” in reminder. 

the command comes just in time for your expected response though you’re no more prepared to deliver when gojo unbuttons your pants and works them over your hips. 

‘maybe if we could just meet somewhere?’

the sincerity coupled with your actions makes it all feel more one-sided with you playing the role of the villain. he’d been an ass, yes, but surely he didn’t deserve this. 

right?

“it doesn’t matter, were-mmph.” no part of you expected gojo to play this fairly. you choke on the response when his tongue licks a firm swipe against the fabric of your panties. 

‘what does not matter? speak to me. lets talk this out.”

funny how he chose now of all times to acknowledge the issues you had and attempted to resolve in the past. 

gojo words feel condescending as he mimics what’s heard against your cunt. there was no doubt in your mind that he’d completely written off your ex from the beginning. the same confidence from your first date dripped from his touch as he worked down the fabric from your hips. 

not once did he promise to watch his volume as he sloppily wets his fingers. he’s is ruthless as he plunged in two in on the first thrust, palm curling up to rub friction against your clit. any other time you would have revealed in his ability to make you come apart so easily, now you were more embarrassed by how much easier you felt. 

‘is this a bad time? you seem distracted.’

every time was a bad time. that was the point. 

gojo’s tongue wet the inside of your thigh, “don’t let him hang up. you want this to be his last call, remember.”

at this rate he was going to make this your last waking moment. 

somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, you managed to form words against the friction of gojo’s touch sliding in and out. “no, let’s just-i- yeah, no, we should talk it out now. i’m tired of going back and forth.”

the line pauses briefly. and you almost hope for a second he reaches clarity and saves you from the embarrassment. ‘alright then. are you really not willing to give it another shot?’

your groan of arousal is disguised by disappointment but the opposite warms gojo’s breath against your damp skin. “i didn’t realize you were dating such an idiot. how can he be so dense.” his lips smack, shiny with your stimulation.” you must just really have a thing for pretty faces, willing to look past so much.”

you were willing to look past his deviousness right now, ready to let him desecrate you over the phone like this.

“you’re pretty, toru.” you try to jab but are countered with the addition of a third finger as he starts a relently pace. the sounds are so dirty, reckless suckling sounds that had to carry. gojo made sure of it as he twisted his wrist in retaliation over every shift of your hips. 

“i am much prettier than they guy. much better at a lot,” he enunciates sharp smack to your thigh. 

then he curls just right and you turn for face into the phone and keen.

‘seriously what is going on you sound- strained.’

gojo’s chuckle vibrates within you. “poor guys don't even know what you sound like on the verge of an orgasm.”

your voice is impossibly hoarse and not very convincing as you choke out,” i’m fine. n-no look … i only answered because i wanted us to-fuck-no sorry.” gojo wasn’t making this easy. “- wanted us to reach some closure and move on.”

gojo pulls out just short of your building orgasm and you gasp breathy at the loss. 

‘we were together for two years. surely that amounts to more than just moving on.’

it did. way back when the unexpected break up had torn your hearts to shreds. the misunderstanding and lost connections had eaten you out from the inside. left you failing in the unknowns of what you did wrong and why he wanted to slow down your progress.

now it all seems insignificant in comparison the sight of your current boyfriend slowly fisting his cock. 

‘you wanted to use the break to decide if you were ready for a future together and i think we both realized that we weren't-”

gojo had chosen the right moment to intervene in your life and the moment at the head of his cock pushes through the first ring. he follows through in one motion, filling you to hilt as his hand reaches up to fist the short of your hair. 

‘baby, no one knows you like i do.’

the sharp sting of his fist clenching as he hips rock back is the last warning you get before he slams back in. there was more to the familiar precision as he ruts into you. gojo was the better man, but even he felt short to the green-eyed-monster. 

he was relentless with his pace, fucking into you harder with each new whimper you give up. your consciousness is a fleeting cloud, wafting high out of your reach as your mouth opens up to sharp cries. 

‘are you working out right now? your words sound broken.’

gojo’s hand presses into the curve of your back as he leaves over you. “fuck, you should just tell him. get this over with. let him know that you belong to someone else now. someone who is currently fucking you better than he ever could.”

your protests mirror your resolve and you can already feel your lips forming those exact words before you catch yourself. “i-i cant.” that was too much, right?

gojo didn’t seem to think so. he suddenly pulled out just enough to turn you over, hand still holding your hair hostage as he pushed your face into the mattress effectively ruining your ability to speak properly. 

“tell him, or i will. and i’ll add in every dirty little thing we’ve done leading up to this moment. you don’t belong to him anymore and he should know it. properly.”

‘hey, should i just come over?’ comes that voice again, a constant glutton for punishment.

“no!” you cry out. “i-we can’t- i’m.”

gojo decides to help you out. no longer willing to be a spectator as if he could be called such. “fuck, baby. make those pretty noises for me.”

‘is that someone else? are you with someone right now.’

gojo snatches up the opportunity, hand curling around the phone to place it against the tacky sweat accumulating against the skin between your shoulder blades. you can feel it teetering with each jerk of your body. 

“yeah, she is. apparently she needs help getting her point across. if she wants to contact you  she will do so on her terms. “ he huffs peevishly,“ until then fuck off or you can listen to me fuck her doesn’t matter to me.”

his commanding tone shouldn’t sound so hot. you can’t help but moan as he hits that spot just right. 

a high pitched ‘what the fuck’ grates unpleasantly against the mood you’re so desperate to build to its peak. 

“i take it back, hearing you screech is going to make me go soft. don’t call again.”

‘wait don’t-’ his protest comes a moment too late for gojo’s waning patient as he abruptly cuts off the call and flings the phone somewhere above your head. 

“I imagined that going much smoother in my head,” grunts as he picks up the pace.

your mouth falls open but nothing comes out. you’re unable to blink past the flood of light as you melt into the roll of his hips. there is nothing left for you to do but squeeze around him as you absorb each thrust. 

“i don’t know what i was expecting thinking you could form coherent sentences when i fuck you stupid like this.” his voice is markedly softer now, still agitated but gentler in his touch as he loosens his grip. your head turns without instruction, eagerly catching his mouth in a sloppy kiss. 

the tell tale tremble shudders from one end to the next as you dig your knees into the mattress and gyrate your hips. the angle rewards you with an opportunity to ride his cock straight into nirvana. gojo comes to shatter the already broken cry of release by manipulating speed and precision while you chant his name all the way over the edge. 

his breath comes in short rasps as he follows you over, body drawn up taut as his orgasm washes over.  

gojo’s weight is unforgiving, but thankfully brief when he collapses on top of you before rolling onto his side. he gathers you into his arms and rolls you in against his chest. his fingers chase yours and he brings them to his lips to kiss each one. 

“maybe you should have just gone with your idea and changed numbers.”

somehow you find the air to laugh as your head falls back against his sweaty shoulder. he shares your humor, smile sharp with a new prospect.

“or perhaps we can try again? maybe repeated exposure will do the trick.”

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #gojo sins

[rrazor]

fructose | m. atsumu

tags: babies

“ouuh!”

atsumu makes grabby hands towards you from his place on the gym floor. kita had called you to come to the gym while you were studying in the library, waiting for volleyball practice to end so that you and atsumu could go home together. when you make it there, you’re surprised to see atsumu, osamu and even suna, on the gym floor, regressed to about a mere ten months old.

“um, what happened?”

“we don’t really know either,” omimi says.

“kita-san’s grandma made him daifuku this morning,” ginjima starts. “he shared them with all of us, but for some weird reason, only the twins and suna got turned into kids.”

you make your way to the pile of babies on the floor, bringing atsumu into your arms. suna’s watching something on a cellphone. osamu’s sitting in aran’s lap as he feeds him a banana.

“mmm!” osamu squeals.

“slow down, the banana’s not going anywhere but your stomach,” aran sighs.

you look down at atsumu in your arms. “ouuh!” he babbles. he’s adorable, but a little grumpy—small brows furrowed, pout on his lips. supporting his bum, you rest him against your chest, rubbing his back and kissing his forehead.

“fuu,” he sighs, a soft smile on his face, finally in your arms. he paws at your face, wanting more attention, so you leave little pecks on his face as he giggles.

“they’re all so cute! especially you!” you tickle atsumu’s stomach and your heart melts at his giggles. “where’d kita-san go?”

“to get the coach,” akagi says, sitting down next to you. “he sure looks a lot less intimidating as a little brat.”

“buu!” atsumu tries to wack akagi, stretching his little arm out, but akagi simply grabs onto his small hand, moving it up and down like one would do to a dog doing the handshake trick. you laugh as atsumu frowns, glaring at akagi with his large, golden brown eyes.

“oh! i have strawberries.” taking off your backpack while supporting atsumu in your arms, you take out a small container of berries, opening them. atsumu’s eyes glimmer at the treat.

“uuooh!” he exclaims, patting at your arm.

“yeah, strawberries!”

he smiles, giggling in anticipation.

“mmm! haahmm!” osamu paddles his arms, drooling at the sight of sweet berries. aran takes a deep breath, and picks him up, sitting osamu next to your knees. atsumu pouts, pushing on osamu’s head to get him away from the strawberries that were clearly, in his eyes, for him only. the twins do their best to wack at each other as you and aran deflect their hits towards one another to prevent tears.

“num,” suna coos, crawling up your lap.

“oh!” you support a hand on his back as he wobbles on his little legs and he smiles at you. you smile back, offering a strawberry for him. atsumu turns his head, seeing the world burn before him as one of his precious strawberries leaves for someone else. osamu takes the chance to grab one for himself, and he’s just about to shove the whole thing in his mouth before aran stops him.

“you’ll choke!”

you giggle, loving how cute and soft they all were; easy smiles, small hands and sparkly eyes. atsumu turns back to osamu, small hands tightening their hold on your school sweater as his bottom lip quivers. those were his! you brought them for him!! why were people taking them?!

“woah!” ginjima exclaims, bringing out his phone as atsumu starts crying, face in your chest.

you bring atsumu up to rest his head on your shoulder as he continues to cry. “atsumu? don’t cry, sweetie.” you pet at his hair, kissing his cheek. atsumu buries his face in your shoulder, small body quivering.

suna sits on the floor, munching on his strawberry as he looks at atsumu. “fufu,” he laughs, pointing at atsumu.

“you’re a mean one, ain’tcha?” akagi smirks.

osamu pays his sobbing brother no mind as he reaches out for another strawberry. aran holds out his half-eaten banana for him. “you haven’t even finished this yet! where are you getting all this stomach volume from?!”

you laugh softly, rubbing at atsumu’s back to console him. “c’mon, ‘tsumu, i still have some strawberries for you, ‘kay?”

he sniffles, lifting his head up. your heart swells with how endearing he looks. you kiss away the remainder of his tears as he starts smiling again. bringing up the container of berries, you offer them to him. he grabs one, before looking up at you and offering the sweet treat for you.

“hnnm?”

your heart goes into overdrive. who knew atsumu could be such a downright cutie as a baby? you wish you had enough arms to take a picture of the moment. “thank you, ‘tsumu,” you say, brushing his bangs away to kiss his forehead. you take a small bite of the strawberry before insisting he eat too. a smile stretches across his darling face as he nods and finally starts eating.

“mmm!”

“good, yeah?”

“goo.”

you laugh softly at his reply. osamu comes up and pats his brother on the head.

“goo,” he mimics.

atsumu swats his hand away. osamu tries to steal his berry.

atsumu ends up hogging all the strawberries, only sharing them with you. osamu goes back to eating his banana, with an exasperated aran acting as his banana holder. suna decides to nap, resting on a pile of jerseys.

“well, what do we have here?”

everyone turns around. amused smile on his face, coach kurosu assesses the situation. “now i didn’t think you were lying, shinsuke, but this is a bit strange.”

kita sighs, “i apologize, but i don’t know how to fix this.”

“what if you fed them another piece?” you ask.

“nah,” ginjima shakes his head. “some of us had two, or even three.”

oh. you look down at atsumu, strawberry juice on his cheeks. reaching into your backpack, you wrestle out a packet of tissues to clean him up and offer some to aran too.

“should we ask your grandmother?” omimi asks, looking at kita, who nods, grabbing his cellphone.

“what about all the baby stuff?” riseki says, face is riddled with concern. “they’ll need diapers and things, right? we can’t leave them like that.”

everyone looks down at the babies. he’s right; they couldn’t stay bundled in their jerseys all night.

the team splits up. you, aran and akagi are left on babysitting duty as the others go out to get necessary supplies.

(“how are we getting the money for this?” riseki whispers.

“it’s fine,” omimi says. “our club budget is sizable thanks to the twins.”)

when the three babies are changed into more appropriate clothing, you find out that kita’s grandma didn’t have a clear answer—but it was food after all, so maybe, with some time, the food would pass through their digestive system and they’d be back to normal, she mused. the coach decides to heed kita’s grandma’s advice to watch the situation for now. he tells everyone to let him know of any changes.

(“why didja get dinosaur themed clothes?” akagi asks. “we’re foxes.”

“that’s all they had,” ginjima scoffs.)

it’s only 4:30pm, but you offer to babysit so the rest of the team can continue with practice. you change into your gym clothes in case things get messy.

(“i’m sorry,” kita said.

you shake your head. “i kinda like this. and we’re lucky it’s a weekend tomorrow too!”

aran laughs. “well, at least if they start arguing like kids, they’ll look the part.”

kita smiles, shoulders feeling less heavy.)

atsumu sits between your legs, playing with your fingers as suna continues to nap on his pile of jerseys with one draped over him. osamu plays with a spare volleyball on your right. you reach into your backpack, finding a packet of stickers and offer it to the twins. osamu takes one and sticks it onto his volleyball.

“nnnm?” atsumu says, looking at the pink heart sticker stuck on his finger.

“it’s a sticker, ‘tsumu. you can decorate things with them,” you explain softly.

he sticks it onto the back of your hand and you do the same on his. “now we match!”

atsumu beams, giggling. “kya!”

you laugh, kissing his cheek. he holds onto your hand, admiring the matching stickers when a ball hits the side of your leg.

“ouh!” osamu bounces on his bum, waving his arms and hands. you push the ball back and start a rally of back and forth with osamu, who giggles at the fun.

“hnnnmmm…..buuu.”

you look down at atsumu. “are you getting tired, ‘tsumu? do you want to take a nap with suna?”

he shakes his head, holding onto your fingers as he crawls further into your lap, resting his head on your chest. he taps your other arm that’s pushing the volleyball. confused, you bring your hand in and atsumu takes it to wrap around his body as he cuddles into you. you squeal internally at his adorable behaviour, but osamu pouts. he gets on all fours, crawling over to you and up your arm as he holds himself up on his shoulders.

“hello!” you chirp.

he takes a breath. “weeoo,” he says.

you bite your lip, not wanting to laugh at the weird sound he made. atsumu looks up and isn’t happy that you aren’t focused on him, so he gets up too.

“nyea!” he shouts, as if saying ‘see? i can do that too!’

you smile. “you did it!”

atsumu huffs, proud. osamu gets bored and sits back down, crawling over to suna and lying down next to him. you turn your attention back to atsumu as osamu settles in.

“so, what’s next? are you hungry again?”

“ouh!”

“hm?”

atsumu pats at his forehead, before pursing his lips. you laugh, grinning into the kiss you put on his forehead. atsumu smiles too, cheeks pink. “ehehe,” he giggles. oh, if only atsumu would always be this honest. he asks for another one, this time by patting his hands over his lips. you oblige, but no sooner than you do, a puff of cream coloured gas—smoke?—erupts in your face before you’re left with atsumu back in his original size. nude.

“eh?”

“eh?”

“gross. put some clothes on,” akagi grimaces.

“what the—?” atsumu looks down. “oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“don’t swear!” you admonish.

“get dressed, you freak!” ginjima yells.

“huh?! why can’t i swear?” he retorts. “and shut up, you don’t have to tell me!”

“guys!” you whisper-yell. “be quiet!’

too late. suna startles and starts crying at the sudden noise, waking osamu. you rush over to them, hoping the warmness on your cheeks from atsumu’s sudden nudity leaves you soon.

“hey, don’t cry!” you coo, picking up suna, rocking him in your arms as kita comes over to console osamu.

“the hell?” atsumu gripes. “shouldn’t you be holding me, babe?”

you huff at him, patting on suna’s back. “maybe if you weren’t so loud, i would be!”

“get dressed, atsumu.”

as kita berates atsumu, another cream cloud puffs up. this time, a crushing weight comes with it as you collapse with the weight of suna’s body on yours. you’re stiff as a board as suna props himself up, lifting his head from your shoulder.

you blush, putting your arms over your face. “i can’t see anything!”

suna gets off you, perturbed. “what hap—?”

“get dressed,” akagi huffs, throwing his jersey over his head.

“suna, you ass—!” atsumu swears, but shuts up when kita glares at him.

kita places osamu down on the floor, having deduced the next ‘transformation’. just as he does, osamu is returned to his original size through another puff of smoke. kita hands osamu’s jersey to him and he gets dressed without any fuss.

you sigh, finally the ruckus was over.

“so, what happened?” osamu asks.

kita gives the three of them a basic rundown of the events. they all find it weird, skeptical. ginjima pulls out his phone to show them the pictures but they aren’t there. he swears they were. the twins think they’re being pranked and suna does too, thinking he was probably just a casualty for the greater good.

lifting your hand, you point to the back of it. “you stuck a sticker on me, ‘tsumu. there’s one on you, too. and i bought those yesterday so you haven’t seen them yet.”

everyone’s gaze is directed at your matching pink heart stickers. atsumu blushes a little. “well, maybe you aren’t lying,” he mutters.

“whipped,” osamu coughs.

“moron,” suna yawns.

atsumu’s blush darkens, but before he can say anything, aran does.

“how were we supposed to give all three of you temporary memory loss?”

everyone decides to drop it and kita ends practice early, thinking that his grandma may have been right in saying that the gods really were watching. he wonders what they meant by all of this, if there was any reason at all.

“you know, i kinda miss you being a cute little baby, ‘tsumu.”

“yeah?” he grabs onto your hand as you walk home together. he hasn’t removed the pink heart sticker.

you snicker. “widdol baby achumu weally wiked forehead kisses you know.”

“oh, shut up,” he mutters, heavy blush across his face.

you hold onto his arm, snuggling into it. “s’okay, i’ll just have to give you forehead kisses forever.”

he squeezes your hand, grin breaking across his face as he looks at you with hooded eyes. “i’ll hold you to that, babe.”

you giggle, tugging on his shirt lightly. he leans down, kissing you.

he tastes like strawberries.

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #atsumu x you

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uncommon bed sharing prompts! stiles and derek in #3 pls 🥺

3. There was only one spare room and those kinda scary owners were already nice enough to let us stay so suck it up because I'm not complaining to them as I want to live + sterek

lmao this is so dumb and short but i hope u like it lol

“Go tell them we need another room.”

“There weren’t any other rooms, dude - they said they had the one, and that’s it,” Stiles reminds him, sighing heavily as he throws his backpack at the foot of the full bed.

“There’s only one bed.”

“Yes, Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, there’s just the one - are you seriously having some kind of No-Homo-Panic right now?”

“I’m not panicked,” Derek grumbles, still not moving from the doorway.

Stiles decides to stare at him in disbelief for a while.

It’s easy to stare at Derek, and it makes the guy squirm.

“Stiles,” Derek insists.

“You can’t be serious, dude. Why don’t you go tell them?”

“Because I’m telling you to.”

“Cool, well, I’m not doing that, because I don’t know if you took a good gander at Mr. and Mrs. The Hills Have Eyes out there, but I did, and I’m not interested in getting chopped up and eaten tonight.”

“What the Hell makes you think they won’t eat you anyway, if you stay here?”

“They can try, but I’ve got lycan back-up, so I’ll have minimal night terrors - not none, but minimal. If you’re gonna be a dick about it, you can stand outside the door all night like a Palace Guard, but I will be sleeping in this bed as much as my fear responses will allow, because I just spent the last two days on a wild goose chase in my Converse, and I rolled both my ankles. So, I will not be pissing off the scariest motel owners in the state because you’ve got issues with masculinity or something.”

Derek glowers at him as he disappears into the bathroom for a shower, but when he reemerges, Derek is in sweatpants on the side of the bed nearest to the door.

“Change your mind?” Stiles wonders, collapsing on the rickety mattress with a sigh.

“No, but I’m not about to leave you alone in here either.”

You’ve put yourself between me and the door, Stiles wants to point out, that’s actually kind of really sweet.

“Well, I hope you get some shut-eye, Big Guy,” Stiles tells him, kicking the starchy covers until he’s blanketed comfortably, “Ya earned it!”

“Mm,” Derek grunts back.

Snorting, Stiles mumbles, “you’re such a fuckin’ caveman, dude.”

“Shut up,” Derek tells him, turning the bedside lamp off.

“Shut up,” Stiles mocks in a lower-than-he-can-realistically-mimic octave, snorting again to himself, “I’m Derek, and I don’t like sharing!”

“Stiles,” he warns.

“Oooohhh, I’m Derek Hale, and I’m a Big, Bad, Scary Werewolf, but I will literally risk tempting some kind of fucked up Silent Hill scenario before I learn how to have polite conversation and human interaction - oof!”

Stiles lands on the floor with a thud, but gradually gets to his feet to stand at his side of the bed and scowl down at the stupidly muscular shape in the bed.

He glares and says a hearty, “oh, fuck you,” when he can see Derek’s smile in the dark, but his curse does not have the desired effect on Derek, as all Stiles can actually see in the dark is his continued grin.

Cranky, and sore, Stiles gets back into the bed, mumbles a nearly inaudible, “you suck,” and has a brief second of panic at the feel of Derek’s cold food at the small of his back, before he’s facedown on the floor again.

#sterek #ask #thegeekyturtlegirl #my stuff #fic prompt #prompt fic #humor

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I love my friends, they make me feel alive again, or at least they remind me that I'm not even dead

I am kicking and screaming i must put this one and another Esmp fic out before tomorrow and I am very Nyoom rn so I'm sorry if this one isn't as good, I really liked the way it turned out so here have some clingyduo fluff bc yeah I can writing things that aren't angst?? What? no one dies and their best friend holds them in their arms this time?? fuckin crazy. /lh

TW- Abandonment anxiety, ptsd WC: 2530 words Ao3: :3

It was Tubbo's birthday today. Tommy had been planning something for weeks- grinding, mining, stealing, going through ax after ax getting wood. He even asked Foolish for some help, and after those weeks, he had finally built a perfect replica of the L'manberg bee house. It wasn't in L'manberg, of course, but Tommy was sure Tubbo wouldn't care.

He didn't fill the basement with wolves, but he did get two or three bees in there- he named them. Beeinnit, Ranbee, and Tubbee. Tubbo and his two best friends, but bee form. Tommy was still Tubbo's best friend, right? He knew that Ranboo was more than a friend to Tubbo, the two were married, Ranboo couldn't technically hold both titles, and Ranboo was too dumb- he needs to stop blaming Ranboo. Sitting in the bee dome, planting a few last flowers- cornflowers, poppies, sunflowers, and white tulips, Tommy realizes that he needs to stop blaming Ranboo. He needs to. Because Ranboo was a good… enderguy. And he was good for Tubbo. He had asked Tubbo if Ranboo made him happy- Tubbo nodded, and that was good enough for him. He needs to stop blaming Ranboo, and start looking at himself. Because if he and Tubbo aren't talking as much, of course, he's gonna find someone else to talk to. And he's learning to not blame himself for everything, he does blame Dream for that, but this isn't Ranboo's fault and it isn't Tubbo's. And Tommy knows that he and Tubbo are still gonna be friends. It's been him and Tubbo since the beginning, that's what he said before fighting Dream. And Tommy knows that he and Tubbo will have each other's back. He's just overthinking this, but he is still gonna try and give Tubbo everything he wants or needs. And try to give him the world that he deserves. He's gonna try and make the world a better place for him. And a bee dome is a nice, easy start. It was more tedious than anything- thank prime for Eret stealing the blueprints before Doomsday. They had the plans for every building ever created- they let Tommy have the one for the bee dome. They even brought over the bee that would become Tubbee. Tommy… wanted to forgive Eret. And he would. Eventually. Tommy kind of did that before going off to fight Dream- Eret was the last person he talked to. And Eret looked so relieved when Tommy said that he thought they were the true king. They had been there for him and Tubbo. That was good enough for him. He did think that Tubbo, Ranboo, and Eret, even, were his best friends. He knew that Puffy was his friend, and her griefing his house was just some friendly pranks, and he enjoyed having something to do. Shit was getting too buddy-buddy around here. Wilbur… he wanted to be Wilbur's friend- brother. He wanted the Wilbur who started L'manberg, he wanted the Wilbur who would sit down and play a song. He knew that Wilbur was still there. Somewhere. He stops to touch the petal of a cornflower next to him. Blue and yellow are on opposite ends of the color wheel, but they mean the same thing to Tommy. He loves, and misses, his best friends. They make him a better person. He doesn't have to be the bad guy.

Tommy shields his face, the sun setting and glaring into his eyes through a window. It's almost night, shit. He had put enough lanterns and shroomlights in the dome that mobs wouldn't spawn, but he wasn't so sure about outside. There was some pathing, courtesy of Foolish, and there was some light around, but he wasn't sure. Because mobs weren't the only thing that darkness hid.

Tubbo whispers to you: I'm here boss man

Tommy smiles. He had asked Tubbo to meet him at the community house, after his birthday party in the mansion- Tommy had left early to put the flowers in and told tubbo to meet him there whenever he was ready.

/msg Tubbo: k I gotta do one last thing

/msg Tubbo: be there in a sec

He's almost happier it's night, it'll look a lot cooler from a distance. He plants one more cornflower next to a hive. He brushes his hands off on his pants, and then brushes his pants off, and checks his reflection in the window. It wasn't too far of a run back to the community house, the dome was just to the side of Eret's castle.

"Tubbzo!" Tommy runs up behind his friend, who, unfortunately, had his back turned.

"Tommy!! You scared the shit out of me, fuck you-" Tubbo said, Tommy laughing.

"You fucking jumped, like, 30 feet in the air," Tommy says, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Fuck you," Tubbo repeats, lightly hitting Tommy in the arm, beginning to giggle as well.

"Come on, I spent so fucking long on this so you'd better like it," Tommy says, beginning to drag Tubbo out by his forearm.

"Yeah, is Ranboo already there?" Tubbo says, walking at pace with the other.

"What? I haven't seen Ranboo since the party." Tommy says, a pit in his stomach opening up.

"Huh, he said he was going to go help you with my birthday gift. You never saw him at all?" Tubbo says, voice laced with worry.

"No, was he going anywhere before coming to me? And- and I never told him where this was- only Foolish knew. So I don't even know how he'd find me." Tommy says, his grip loosening on Tubbo's forearm so he could pull away if he wanted. Tubbo didn't.

"No, he did that weird thing though, he calls me Tubbo and talks to me like you or Foolish would." Tubbo walks a little closer to Tommy.

"What's off about that?"

"Ranboo usually calls me beloved or snow angel, and he'd talk to me like a husband would, yknow?"

"He calls you 'snow angel?'" Tommy screws up his nose.

"Oh, piss off," Tubbo smiles a little.

"But still, we can look for him on our way? Unless you wanna look for him now, the be-irthday gift can wait."

"A beirthday gift, you say?" Tubbo says, smiling.

"Oh, piss off," Tommy mimics Tubbo, "but seriously, if you wanna look for him we can." Tommy stops and turns to face Tubbo, giving a reassuring squeeze.

"No, no, it's- you made it, whatever it is, I'm sure he's fine, and I'm sure he'd want me to go ahead," Tubbo says, looking up and smiling slightly.

"If you're sure. Because fucking Prime, this shit took so fucking long and I had to practically beg Foolish to help…" Tommy continues to talk to Tubbo, trying to distract him from his currently missing husband. Eventually, the moon high in the clouds, they get to the start of the path.

"There's no way you did this." Tubbo laughs.

"I didn't- Foolish did the path but I built the actual thing," Tommy says, letting go of Tubbo's arm, "I'll race you!" and off he sprints.

"NO FAIR YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS!" Tubbo laughs from behind him.

"BYE-BYE BEE- boy-" Tommy skids to a stop, not long after rounding a corner of trees. He can see flames, high over the tree line, the light eating away and the surrounding stars, in the back of his mind he hears explosions- there aren't any explosions, Tommy, it's just a forest fire, there isn't any TNT, there isn't any TNT-

"Oh, is that… supposed to be on fire-" Tubbo stops next to him, Tubbo's hand on Tommy's forearm this time.

"No- no it-" Tommy straightens up, and he catches a glimpse of someone running away- a figure behind the trees, he blinks, and it's gone-

"Tommy?" Tubbo turns to look where Tommy was looking- where the figure was just moments before.

"N- nothing- Tubbo get- get behind me-" Tubbo's grip tightens on Tommy's arm as he pulls Drista's dagger out of his inventory, holding it in his other hand. Together, they creep up the path, until what's left of the bee house comes into view. It’s engulfed in flames, and all of Tommy’s hard work is being eaten away before his eyes. Tommy curses, puts the dagger away, and pulls out his water bucket.

"You've got-" Tommy motions at the bucket

"Yeah- and c'mere," Tubbo says, pulling on Tommy’s arm, throwing a fire res pot up. Tubbo lets go of Tommy’s arm as the shield washes over them, Tommy's skin feeling tingly. Together, they manage to put out the fire and put out a few trees that had caught before it spread anywhere else. They end in the dome, the roof all but gone, one of five beehives on the top floor remain.

"Oh, Tommy-" Tubbo begins to say, sadness heavy in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, I spent fucking ages on it. Can't have shit- the gods must hate-" Tommy begins bitterly, collecting the last of the water, and putting it back in his hot bar. At least before his knees buckle under an unanticipated pile of weight. He hears Tubbo laughing from right behind him- he jumped on Tommy’s back, “Fuckin- Get off of me-” Tommy laughs, too. He doesn't mean anything by it, there's no malicious tone to anything he says to Tubbo- and Tubbo's one of the few people who actually understand that.

"I know exactly what this is-" Tubbo says, standing straight, a hand on his hip.

"What it was supposed to be." Tommy, out of habit, mirrors Tubbo. "See, why can't we have nice things? Fuckin, everyone else gets cool buildings and kingdoms and shit why the fuck can't we have a bee dome in the middle of the woods- what, why are you laughing" Tommy gestures vaguely at the rubble before raising a quizzical eyebrow at Tubbo's silent giggles.

"What it was supposed to bee," Tubbo says, cackling, and Tommy groans.

"Augh Tubbo, now is not the time-" Tommy rolls his eyes

"It was never meant to bee-" Tubbo laughs harder, clutching his stomach, leaning on Tommy for support. Tommy finds himself laughing a little bit,

"Ok, yeah, that was a good one- you wanna bee a hero, Tommy?" Tommy mimics Techno in a high-pitched voice- sending Tubbo into hysterics.

"We- We-hehehe- We would rather die than give into you and joi- join your SMBee-" Tubbo says between fits of laughter, making Tommy bark out a wheeze, "That was- was beeasier than I thought-"

"My unfinished symphobee-"

"TOMMY-"

"You can't control who lives who dies who-"

"-tells your storbee?"

"Yeah-hahaha! F- for Tommy to bee exiled-"

"That was so fucking stupid why'd I do that-" Tubbo shakes his head, his laughter subsiding.

"Because that's what you thought was best, you had no way of knowing what he was gonna- what he was gonna do to me-" Tommy says, the tone becoming solemnly serious.

"-If I had known I never would have done it, I would have told Dream to shove it up his ass, you know that right?" Tubbo says, reaching for Tommy's hand.

"Of course. We're best friends, I know you'd never do that to me." Tommy squeezes his hand. Tubbo lets out a breath, and he looks like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders. As much as he feels guilty admitting it, Tommy's glad Tubbo's been worrying about that. It means that he cares.

"Should he go in there and see what we can rebuild?" Tubbo says, rocking back and forth on his feet.

"If any, but- the bees!" Tommy breaks into a sprint, tugging Tubbo along with him with a yelp.

"Bees?" Tubbo easily gets his footing as they fly down the stairs, and all of Tommy's breath leaves in a sigh of relief. He can see three balls of yellow and black in a patch of flowers.

"Oh, thank prime," Tommy says.

"Oh, the flowers are L'manburg colors!" Tubbo reaches down to pick a poppy.

"Yeah… I tried to think of as many things as possible because I know how much L'manberg meant to you-" Tommy flails his arms out- Tubbo launching himself at Tommy- into a familiar hug, their laughter bouncing off the walls.

"It's fine, Tommy," Tubbo says, his voice bright- and Tommy becomes coldly aware of a memory- the last time Tubbo had roughly tangled him into a hug.

What am I without you?

Yourself?

"Tommy?" Tubbo's pulled back, a- at this point- very familiar concern on his face.

"I'm alright- just, bad memories. I'll be alright-" Tommy shakes his head, pulling Tubbo back into the hug.

"Are you sure? We can stop for a second- sit and talk?" Tubbo says softly from Tommy's shoulder.

"No- not on your birthday, I promise- I promise I'll be alright, this is nothing I haven't done- we haven't done before," Tommy says back, tucking his head into Tubbo's shoulder, trying to chase the pit in his stomach away.

"You sure?" Tommy can feel Tubbo's hand smooth down his hair. Tommy just hmms in response. "Do you think they- the bee's are asleep?"

"What do you mean?" Tommy looks up, he can't see the bees, but he doesn't want to leave the hug.

"The smoke, you think it put them to sleep?" Tubbo muses.

"Maybe," Tommy mutters. "Fuckin- I spent days on this." it was more of an inconvenience than anything at this point. "Do you wanna rebuild it?"

"Not right now, I'm tired, boss man." Tubbo sighs. Tommy realizes how tired he is, too, the familiar ache in his bones.

"Me too, Tubbzo, me too. Let's go home?" He says, making no move to back out of the hug. Tubbo just hums. And so they stand there, until they figure out they can shuffle together- at least to the stairs. Tommy laughs at the image this must make. Two boys, one half-cow, one half-dead, who would rather tear up the ground and trample flowers than break their hug. By the time they do eventually get to the stairs, they both are laughing. Tommy notices that he laughs a lot more whenever he's with Tubbo. He also notices he gets tired a lot quicker. Puffy would say something about Tommy feeling safe around Tubbo, enough so that he shows emotion and lets his guard down, but Tommy knows that. He yawns, he is actually really tired. Tubbo yawns too, and they help each other up the stairs and out of what's left of glass and wood. About halfway down the path, Tommy stops and looks over his shoulder, at the space between trees, where he saw-

"Whacha lookin at, big man?" Tubbo asks from beside him.

"Nothing- I thought I saw someone running away from the fire when we first got here- I think maybe they were the one that did it, but I didn't catch their face." Tommy says, half lying. It was true, he didn't catch their face, but he'd know those two glowing eyes anywhere. He knew who it was. No way he was gonna tell Tubbo about it.

Because he was almost sure it was Ranboo.

#i fucking hate tagging shit #gremfics #c!tommy #c!tubbo #clingyduo #c!clingyduo #clingyduo fluff #c!ranboo #i fucking love bears in trees man #they have the best lyrics for fics #tommyinnit #c!tommy pos #tubbo #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp writing

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My My, I Could Never Let You Go

Summary: Sasha Zoe just wants her dad to walk her down the aisle. There is only one problem: she doesn't know who her dad is! Sasha invites 3 men in hopes of finding out which one is her father. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairings: Levi x Hange, Sasha x Niccolo, and other background relationships

Disclaimer: This is a Levihan Mamma Mia au. This fanfic is inspired by Mamma Mia which is directed by Phyllida Loyd, written by Catherine Johnson, and uses music from the pop group ABBA. Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha

A/N:  I created the 2/3 of the chapter to answer this question I had from the movie: "How did Sky know where to find Sophie?" I hope you all enjoy the "Lay All Your Love On Me scene" ;) I also have a Eremika scene after reading ch 139 Thank you for following me! I’m almost at 100 followers, which I never thought I would get when I made an account. This may not the best, but I am learning as I go! 😁

Edit: I recommend listening to the Mamma Mia movie version of Lay All Your Love On Me! It will help when you read the guy’s performance

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Ch 7: Lay All Your Love On Me

If someone were to ask how Niccolo's day went: normal would be an understatement. 

The stage was all set. The only thing missing was the star of the show (aka his fiance, Sasha). Niccolo was happy with the way everything turned out. It took a lot of her friends and locals to agree on it and perfect it. Now he just needs to pick up Sasha from the hotel and show her the surprise before she leaves for her bachelorette party. 

If only she would pick up her phone first. Niccolo decided to check the hotel first since she frequents there the most. 

It's simple. It's quick. It's just one task! What could possibly go wrong?

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At the hotel

"So I'm thinking, what if we locked Eren and Mikasa in a room together and let them out after they confess?" Historia was pacing around the kitchen while going over her matchmaking plans with Hitch. Her white sundress swayed around as she walked. Meanwhile, Hitch was leaning on the counter and was eating an apple. She wore a green romper. Her green eyes followed Historia’s pacing. 

It’s been over an hour since the girls spread out around the island acting as lookouts for Niccolo. Hitch and Historia decided to pair up and stay in the hotel just in case Niccolo comes back. Historia also took the liberty to get Sasha’s phone she left in her room, turn it off, and hide it in case Niccolo decides to spam her with phone calls. 

Hitch swallows the food in her mouth and shakes her head in disapproval. "Bad idea. Remember what happened with Armin the last time I tried to throw them in a locked room together. I doubt Mikasa would appreciate it if something happened to her precious Eren.” 

Historia hums in agreement and stops pacing. She begins to panic. Well, there goes her plan. Now she needs to come up with something else before tomorrow. Now, what is she supposed to do? Those two have liked each other for God knows how long except them! Honestly, it was kind of annoying watching whatever dance they were dancing. If only Ymir were here to help. She would actually push them into a closet and expect something to happen. 

Pushing them together. huh…

Hitch noticed the mischievous gleam in Historia’s eyes. It seems Ymir has been influencing her lately. 

“What are you thinking about, Historia?” she asks curiously.

Historia sways slightly from her spot. “What if we try to get them together at the reception. You know? We push them to dance.”

Hitch contemplates it and sets her apple down on the counter. That could work, maybe something earlier in the day could be a better option though. 

“What if we invite the guys to go with us to the beach tomorrow? We can even get two birds with one stone!”

Historia gasps. “That’s perfect!” She walks over to Hitch and raises her hand up for a high five. “I’m so excited! Mikasa and Hanami better thank us at their weddings!” she huffs with triumph.

Hitch laughs and high fives Historia. It seems like Ymir has definitely influenced Historia after all.

Historia rubs her hands together with excitement. This plan they come up with will be executed flawlessly. She (and everyone in their group) are tired of watching those four dancing around. 

“Now I think Hanami does not need much pushing from us. She just needs to stop what she’s doing for once and look at her surroundings.”

Hitch nods in agreement. “I agree. That girl is going to find something new to do once the wedding is over. She needs time to herself too.”

“Exactly! Now, this is what I’ve been thinking about. When-” Historia was interrupted by the door opening. Niccolo walks into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face.

“Historia? Hitch? Have you seen Sasha? I’ve been looking for her, and she’s not picking up her phone.”

Both girls shook their heads simultaneously. They did their best to look natural and convince Niccolo they haven’t seen her recently. 

“No. Sasha was heading to Finikas with Annie and Mina,” Historia says. She wasn’t technically lying. Annie and Mina did go to Finikas, just without Sasha. 

“Your best bet is to head there,” Hitch adds while shrugging her shoulders and feigning innocence.

Niccolo sighs. He can understand why Sasha would not be at the hotel since it’s already the afternoon. Knowing her, she could still be devouring a feast as he speaks. 

“Thank you for letting me know. I have to find her right away.” He waves at the girls goodbye and heads back into town towards the restaurant. Hopefully, she is still with Annie and Mina. 

Historia and Hitch watch as Niccolo runs off. Hitch could already tell what Historia was thinking and pulled out her phone. “I’m on it,” she says and texts the group chat that Niccolo was on the move. 

Historia sighs with relief after Hitch hit send. “Let’s go over our plans now. We’re running out of time.” 

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Somewhere in town

Being friends with one of the island’s popular residents has its perks. The locals know who you are, and you can get great deals or free food. Sometimes, the fame even spreads to the resident’s friend group. 

So when the owners of Finikas set up a huge surprise lunch for the daughter of the island’s sweetheart, they were expecting Sasha to be there. The only problem was that she was busy at the moment. The owners found Sasha’s friends heading back from the pier expecting Sasha to be within the group. They were sad after they noticed Sasha’s absence in the group, so Mina (bless her heart) decided to step up; so the food does not go to waste. She even asked Annie to accompany her because she is the closest to her, leading up to now.

Annie and Mina were walking through the streets of Kalokairi to head back to the hotel. Their stomachs were so full that anyone could see their bellies sticking out through their blouses. They even had to loosen their shorts a bit to accommodate the amount of food they ate. The girls decided to walk back to the hotel to burn off the food and take a nap before the bachelorette party.

“Next time, let’s get Sasha to eat the food for us to make up for today,” Mina complains as she rubs her full stomach. The owners were so grateful for Annie and Mina that they decided to make them another feast for the two when they get married. They appreciated the thought, but who knows after today. There were many meat items out. It was definitely made for Sasha.

Annie only nods and rubs her stomach. This was the most food she’s eaten in her life, and she could feel the sleep entering her body.

Mina glances at Annie as she walks. “Thank you for eating that last slice of baklava. Any more for me and I would’ve blown up!” she takes her hands off her stomach and pushes it away from her body to mimic an explosion. 

Annie weakly waves her off. “It’s ok. I don’t mind eating it.”

“Thank goodness for your sweet tooth.” Mina jokes and Annie actually laughs at it. They continue walking in silence. Annie looks over at Mina to find her looking deep in thought.

“Something on your mind?” 

“Do you know what the guys are doing? They have been really busy since we left to meet up with Historia and Mikasa.”

Annie shrugs her shoulders. “Who knows? All I know is that it’s a surprise for Sasha and only Hanami knows what’s going on.” Even Armin never told her specifically what was going on or why only Hanami is aware. He did mention to her how it was going to be memorable and most likely make her laugh. 

Mina looks at her with shock. She was unaware of the surprise at all. “Does anyone else know about it?”

Both girls laugh. Annie and Mina are close, and Mina considers herself lucky for befriending Annie when they met. She remembers how Annie intimidated her at first impressions.

Speaking of their friends. What was the status of the other girls and Niccolo?

“Hey, Annie.” 

Annie hums in response. “Is there any news on the girls about Niccolo’s whereabouts?” The girls had split up after Sasha went with her dads. As far as Annie and Mina know, they have no idea where Niccolo was. They had muted their phones earlier to focus on the multiple plates of food in front of them.

Annie takes her phone out of her shorts pocket, and Mina does the same. They turn it on and swipe their screens to open the group chat. Suddenly, both girls froze, and their faces contoured in shock as they read the message.

Hitch: Niccolo is heading your way! I repeat, Niccolo is heading your way!!!

Oh no.

“Annie! Mina! I need your help!”

Their eyes widen with shock. What were the odds that Niccolo would suddenly show up now?

Niccolo runs up to the girls and stops to catch his breath. Annie and Mina could tell that he ran there based on the sheen of sweat on his face. 

“Have you seen Sasha? Hitch and Historia told me she was here with you.”

Mina (fake) gasps. “You just missed her. She’s heading to Limnonari beach with Hanami.” She looks away and shakes her head to show fake disappointment.

Niccolo sighs and rubs his temples. A crease started to form between his eyebrows. This is the second time today! She eats a huge feast and then goes swimming after? On the other side of the island too! As if any of that makes sense. 

“Thank you. Let me know if you see her around.”

Annie smiles and waves him off. “Will do.” 

Niccolo smiles back and runs off in the direction of the beach. Both girls let out a breath of relief and start walking back to the hotel again.

“I’m ready for a nap,” Annie complains after everything that occurred today.

Mina nods her head in agreement. You and me both, Annie.

---

A different part of town

Meanwhile, Mikasa and Eren were getting dinner together, sharing stories, and catching up after not seeing each other for almost a year now. Both of them have been busy since they graduated high school. Mikasa with her modeling career and Eren was studying for med school. Mikasa wore a light pink sundress, flip flops, and had sunglasses resting on top of her head. The male, Eren, wore more casual clothing compared to Mikasa. He had on a tank top, cargo shorts, and sandals on his feet. 

Mikasa and Hanami paired up together after Annie and Mina left the group. The two were strolling through town when they ran into Eren who was about to get dinner. Hanami, not wanting to third wheel and to give the two some privacy, excused herself by claiming something about how Connie needed her to help with some stuff and ran off to find him (but not before giving her a thumbs up before leaving). Thus leading up to now. Mikasa and Eren were spending some alone time together. 

Mikasa stared at Eren’s features. His face had matured and looked more defined. His hair was much longer now, and he even tied it up in a man bun. Mikasa noticed the many glances from the girls passing by their table. They were looking at him. (Can she blame them, though? He really is handsome in her eyes.) Yet, despite the stares, his eyes remained on her. All of his attention was on her. 

Mikasa listened as Eren told his story. He talked about how his parents were doing well over in Japan and even promised to bring back some stuff for Mikasa. She misses them dearly and even sees them as her own parents.

Eren’s parents have done so much for her ever since Mikasa has arrived on the island. More than her real family really. The last she heard from her great aunt, Kiyomi Azumabito, was a few months ago when she congratulated Mikasa on her latest modelling gig. She even offered to make Mikasa a dress for Sasha’s wedding to which Mikasa refused but thanked her for the offer anyway. 

Mikasa misses Grisha and Carla Jaeger dearly and even sees them as her own parents. She hopes to see them again when they get back from their trip. The Jaeger family were always there to support her and make her comfortable when she had no one. 

Who knows? Maybe there was a chance for her to become Mikasa Jaeger one day. 

“Is there something on my face?” Eren asks with genuine concern. 

“No! You look good! No, wait. I mean the food looks good. Sorry, it's just been so long since we've last seen each other.” Mikasa exclaims, hoping Eren did not take her staring in a different context.

“I agree.” Eren nods his head. “You look like a goddess now and could probably make Aphrodite jealous. Are you sure you’re not running for the next Miss Universe?” he replies nonchalantly.

Mikasa blushes. Who is this Eren and what happened to Eren she knew before? He was never this bold! 

Eren laughs at her response. He thinks it is really cute, but he won't voice that yet.

“Now that you mention it...I’ve considered it. I think Historia has a better shot of being Miss Universe though.” 

Eren shakes his head. Historia is a good candidate, yes, but Mikasa could steal the spotlight too. “Mikasa. I’m sure the judges would be blown away by you if you try. Even Historia would support you if you win or lose. Actually, everyone on the island will support you. You're the personification of inspiration for others.”

He leans forward and gives her a goofy grin. “I’ll be there as your number one supporter no matter what you choose. I know you are for me, and that’s how I’m going through college now.” 

Mikasa looks away from Eren's eyes. She was still blushing from earlier. He can’t do something like that without expecting her to blush. She needs to change topics quick. 

“Oh, thank goodness I ran into you, Mikasa! Have you seen Sasha? I checked the hotel and Finikas, and she was not there.” 

Mikasa was unsure if she should be happy or not. On one hand, she doesn’t have to worry about Eren praising her. On the other hand, Niccolo is here. 

(Mikasa would have known earlier had she not silenced her phone from the constant messages in the group chat)

Mikasa knew she had to come up with something fast. All Niccolo knows is that Sasha ate a huge feast and is heading to the beach. Like that was the best excuse the girls can come up with.

“She passed by me earlier on my way here, but now she’s gone. You see..” She briefly glances over at Eren who was watching her expectantly. He was curious about what Mikasa would do since he did not see Sasha when he ran into Mikasa. She looks into Niccolo’s eyes with a serious expression. 

“She ripped a huge fart earlier and ran off to the bathroom with Hanami. That’s what happens when you eat a huge feast for lunch, you know. She would’ve told you earlier, their phones died. They were so excited by me and Historia’s arrival to think about charging it.” she says while trying to shrug it off. In reality, Mikasa was internally panicking. She prayed that Niccolo didn't run into Connie on his way here. Would Niccolo really believe that his fiance had to go to the bathroom after eating so much? Mikasa has seen Sasha eat so much back in high school, and she was fine! 

Mikasa was also cringing on the inside. She had to pull a tactic only one of Sasha’s potential fathers (who Mikasa also prays is not related to) would do. The man told Hange poop jokes for crying out loud!

Unknowingly to Mikasa, Eren had to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his smirk. He was trying his best not to laugh out loud and ruin whatever Mikasa was trying to get at. He wanted to see how all of this would play out. 

Niccolo just stares at Mikasa. He does have to agree that Sasha was really excited about for her friend’s arrival. In his opinion, Mikasa is the one who would tell you the truth. He tries to make sense of everything in his head.

“Wait. So you’re telling me that Sasha went to Finikas with Annie and Mina, met up with Hanami to go to the beach, both of their phones died, they ran into you on the way there, and are now in the bathroom?”

“Yes, Niccolo,” Mikasa points off in the direction to a random bathroom she can think of that’s at least far away from here. 

Niccolo looks over in the direction to where Mikasa was pointing to and debates if he should interrogate her any further. While Mikasa is the one who would tell you the answer straight up, she is also very intimidating. To be honest, Niccolo would rather not get hit with any MMA moves from someone who is also a model. He’s going to have to trust her although the story he got was kind of ridiculous. 

Eren, watching the whole thing, now leans forward with interest and continues hiding his smile behind his hand. He tried his best to not laugh or show any indication he was just as long as Niccolo or Mikasa didn’t look at him closely. 

Niccolo sighs. He made up his mind already. “Alright. I will head over and check up on Sasha. I'll make sure she’s ok.”

“Thank you, Niccolo.” 

Niccolo nods in response and heads over to wherever Sasha was. 

Once Niccolo was out of sight, Eren burst into laughter. It shocked Mikasa and anyone nearby. (including those girls who were checking him out). He leaned back in his chair and almost fell over had he not grabbed the table on time to steady himself. 

“Oh, Mikasa,” Eren laughs as he wipes away a tear. “I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s a good thing I didn’t say anything. You really know how to make my day.”

Mikasa does not reply and turns red for the third time that day.

---

Meanwhile, Niccolo does not get too far when he receives a text from Marlowe. 

Marlowe: Sasha is near Kastani Beach

What is going on? Niccolo thought after he read the text. He starts heading towards the beach. Looks like he has to take a detour. 

---

Present

Sasha glances over behind Niccolo's shoulder. There was a lifejacket laying on the sand. 

She pulls her head away from Niccolo but keeps one arm around his body. She uses her free arm to point at the lifejacket behind him.

"What's the life jacket for?" 

Niccolo briefly glances at it and laughs. His eyes were filled with mirth before looking down to meet Sasha's brown eyes. 

"It's for my stag do remember?" Sasha wanted to slap herself. How could Sasha forget! She's been so busy with her big surprise that it briefly slipped her mind. Then again, who knows what Hanami and Jean have in store for the both of them. 

Niccolo lets go of Sasha. He turns away from her and walks only a few feet away towards some rocks. “You know, they say a stag do is my last night of freedom.” He stops and turns to her with a smirk on his face.

Sasha rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “Oh really?” she challenges with a smirk on her face.

Niccolo turns around fully to face Sasha again and begins walking back to her. “Some people see it that way.” he holds his arms up in front of him for reassurance. 

“But for me…” He puts his left hand on Sasha’s shoulders and picks up one of her hands with his right. “It is the last night before the greatest adventure of my life. You.” he finishes with a kiss on her knuckles with the hand he was holding.

Sasha pulls away with a blush and laughs. She considers herself lucky to get the chance to marry such a wonderful and charming man tomorrow. Sasha had made up her mind already after thinking about her girl talk earlier that day. She is going to tell Niccolo about her fathers.

“Hey…” she begins and catches Niccolo’s attention. “You know how I said I wanted to find my father-”

“Sasha, we’ve been over this a million times.” He says while placing his hands on her shoulders and looking deep into her eyes. “You don't need a father, you have a family.” 

“And you’ll never leave me right?” Sasha asks with her hands on her hips. She was praying Niccolo won't leave after the big reveal, which she might have to push back to tomorrow. 

“Are you kidding me? You have turned my world upside down.”

Sasha smirks. Now, this is something she wants to hear for herself. “How so?” 

Niccolo laughs and pulls Sasha closer to his body. She wraps her arms around his waist in response. He might as well feed Sasha’s ego based on the look on her face. 

“Well...there was that moment we first met. When I heard you praise my food, it hit me like I was a sitting duck. I knew at that moment that I was already falling for you.”

Sasha laughs giddily at Niccolo’s words. She starts to sway a bit and looks into Niccolo’s green eyes. 

“Can I tell you something, Niccolo?” 

He nods in response while keeping eye contact with Sasha. “Sometimes I feel a bit of fear when I don’t have you near. What did you do to me?”

Niccolo leans down slightly and rubs his nose gently against Sasha’s. He rests his forehead against Sasha’s and takes a deep breath.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Sasha looks at him curiously. 

“I am actually Eros and I shot an arrow through your heart, so that’s why you fell for me.” 

“Shut up!” Sasha laughs and pulls away from Niccolo. She lightly punches his arm.

Niccolo laughs along with Sasha while silently thanking her for not punching him hard. He has no idea where her strength even came from. Maybe she got it from Hange?

He reaches forward and pulls Sasha, who is still laughing. back to him.

“Remember that time when you met my parents in Italy, and we went fishing?”

How could she forget? It was the first time she ever went fishing with a trident. 

“How can I?” Sasha replies. She pulls one arm away and starts flexing it to show off her muscles to Niccolo. “I caught the biggest marlin out there!”

Niccolo laughs and gently grabs Sasha’s hand to stop her from showing off. He moves his hand to grab her hand and the other to cup her cheek. 

“I know,” he says gently. “You even gave me a victory kiss after. You should have seen the other guy's faces. They were either impressed or jealous because I managed to have a talented girlfriend like you. I was starting to get jealous of all the attention you got.”

He looks at her with love and begins leaning in. Sasha, as much as she would love to kiss him right then and there, gently pushes him away. Normally, she would kiss Niccolo when he praises her, but she wasn’t giving in just yet. 

“I know. I would too.” She says cockily and leans very close to Niccolo. Her lips were only a centimeter away from his but not enough to actually kiss him. She wanted him to keep feeding her ego for a few more minutes.

“What else do you think about me?”

---

“Do you see anything yet?” Jean asks Connie. Connie held up binoculars with a strap wrapped around his neck to watch the couple on the beach (totally not in a creepy way).

“No, They’re just talking,” Connie replies, not taking his eyes off the binoculars.

Jean groans. They have been in the water since Sasha made it to shore to meet up with Niccolo. You see, the guys had come together to get Sasha a wedding gift. They wanted to get her something unique. Something big because it was either go big or go home for them. 

All of the guys, except for Marco and Niccolo - for obvious reasons, had rowed together on a small boat close to where Sasha and Niccolo were. They were far enough to not be seen (and hopefully heard). They got out of the boat, jumped in the water, and hid so the only visible part was chest up. 

Their plan was to wait for Niccolo to give the signal before running up to the couple. Who knows how long that would take? The couple was busying frolicking on the beach that a few guys (mostly Connie) were beginning to doubt if Niccolo knew to give the signal.

Connie continues watching the couple. Jean stood on his left followed by Armin and Eren. Marlow stood on Connie's right side. 

Connie watches the couple get really close doing anything but kissing. There was one moment where Niccolo started to lean in, but Sasha pushed him away. Actually, it happened twice. During the second time, it was Sasha leaning it for a kiss...and then she pulled away again. 

“Jean, I swear. If we have to watch those do anything but first base, I’m going to strangle you right here! I don’t care if we are in the water.”

Jean rolls his eyes. Honestly, he has no idea when Niccolo is going to lean down and finally kiss Sasha already. 

“Niccolo is not going to do that!” He says with exasperation. At least Jean hopes so. Niccolo doesn’t go anywhere past kissing Sasha. Especially out in public and in front of her guy friends who see Sasha as a sister. “We’re all here to beat him up even if he tries.”

“I hope so,” Connie says and continues watching.

“I don’t think Niccolo is a guy to do that in a public area,” Marlowe adds. 

Jean nods in agreement. Niccolo respects Sasha enough to beat up anyone who talks trash or hurts her.

Eren, on the other hand, was confused. He looks over at Armin who was busy watching the couple as well. “Hey, Armin. Why would Sasha and Niccolo play baseball on the beach? The sand is not a good field to play on anyway.” 

Armin looks away from the beach and sighs. He places a hand on Eren’s shoulder and looks over at him with a hint of concern on his face. “I’ll tell you about it later, Eren.”

Eren smiles and looks back at the couple. Armin takes his hand off Eren’s shoulder and turns back to keep an eye on the couple. For a guy like Eren who looks like he’s a player and has multiple girls throwing themselves at him, he’s an oblivious guy when it comes to relationships. Especially when it comes to a raven-haired female Armin has been secretly rooting Eren to date since high school. 

They all watch as Niccolo and Sasha flirt on the beach. Niccolo was on his knees in the sand, and Sasha was slowly crawling towards him. She leans close to him, and he holds her waist to keep her steady. His hands move up towards Sasha’s shoulders, and he lays her down on the sand. He leans in close to her face and kisses her.

Connie, seeing the signal, tosses his binoculars aside, so it hits his chest. 

“Move out, soldiers!” he orders but not loud enough for the couple to hear them.

“This isn’t a war,” Marlowe says, but it goes past Connie’s ears. Connie lets out a war cry and starts running towards the shore. The guys could only watch and follow him as they went into “battle.” 

---

Sasha is normally good at hearing something far away. There have been a few instances where it wasn't the case. For example, when she injures her head or gets sick. Other than that, her hearing is really good except for now.

She was laying on the sand with Niccolo on top of her after she was satisfied with the amount of praise she got today. She finally gave in and stopped the back and forth between the two. Niccolo leans forward to kiss her. 

Sasha felt butterflies in her stomach. She was about to get married, her father is here, and she’s here spending some time with her fiancé. It was a perfect day for her, and she didn’t want it to end. Now, imagine her shock when she hears a war cry coming from the sea, and someone steals Niccolo away from her body. She watches three of her guy friends (Marlowe, Jean, and Connie) pull her fiancé towards the nearby pier. Eren and Armin pick her off the sand and sit her down on a nearby rock.

“Here you go, princess. Enjoy the show.” Eren says with a cheeky grin. He and Armin run off to meet the others once Sasha has settled down and is comfortable on her “throne.” Sasha looks up at the pier. Everyone, except Connie and Marco (who was the only guy missing from the group), stood patiently on the pier. A young boy (she thinks his name is Falco, a boy who recently moved to the island) runs in holding a Bluetooth speaker and a microphone in each hand. He hands the items to Connie before running off to the side. Connie turns the devices on and checks the mic. He places the speaker on the sand near the edge of the pier and speaks into the mic once he is satisfied with the sound.

“Ladies and-”

“Sasha is the only one here!” Armin yells from the back.

“Right! Thank you, Armin!” Connie calls back. 

Sasha quickly glances around the beach. Technically she is not alone since Falco would be present too, but it seems that the boy was missing. It was like he flew in and out undetected. Connie clears his throat before speaking again.

“Ladies. I hope you are having a wonderful day today because it is about to get better!” He walks towards Sasha and opens his left arm back towards the guys.

“As you know, Sasha. You have the best guy friends any girl can ask for. We’re here for you through thick and thin. We are the best support anyone can ask for, and we make you happy. Any girl is lucky to have a group of guys like us ” he brags.

The guys sweat dropped. They wouldn’t be surprised if Connie’s head suddenly grew large with the amount of bragging he was doing.  

“We cannot thank you enough, so…” his tone becomes sincere and walks back towards the pier and the speaker, “the guys have come up with the best wedding gift any girl can ask for. We know this is one of your favorite songs too. And so. Without further ado…”

The guys start posing from their spots. They looked ridiculous in Sasha’s eyes. 

“This is for you, Sasha Zoe! We present to you: Lay All Your Love On Me!” 

Connie hands Niccolo the mic so he can turn on his phone before pocketing it. The music starts playing through the speaker. 

Niccolo begins singing the first few verses of the song to Sasha. Meanwhile, the guys were not only singing but acting as background dancers instead. They would add their voices to add some harmony for some lines. 

Sasha was touched when Niccolo sang to her. She knows he has a good singing voice, but this was the first time he ever serenaded her. The guys in the background singers/dancers were just the icing on the cake. She couldn’t help but smile like a lovesick fool. She wonders if her mom was ever serenaded like this before. 

Niccolo walks up to Sasha while singing the song. He holds one of her hands tenderly and looks deep into her light brown eyes. He sings his heart out to her, and Sasha begins to tear up. How in the world did she find such a great guy like Niccolo? He truly is irreplaceable, and she loves him for that. 

As Niccolo finishes singing the third verse to Sasha, she could hear the sound of a jet ski heading in her direction. Niccolo, after hearing the jet skis as well, lets go of her hand and throws the mic over to Connie who catches it. It would help Sasha hear the guys singing the pre-chorus. 

He leaves to continue on with the rest of the plan. Meanwhile, Sasha watches her friends singing and dancing to the final refrain of the song. The guys stood side by side and were singing and dancing at the same time. This time the dancing was freestyle instead of choreography. 

Sasha laughs as her friends dance to the song. She could at least tell that they were trying for her. Jean and Eren made it seem like the dance was a competition between the two. They were trying to outdo each other by doing “dance moves” such as flexing and handstands. Armin was slightly red while dancing, but Sasha could tell he was trying his best. Marlowe was also trying his best but looked a bit stiff with his moves. On the other hand, Connie was also doing ridiculous dance moves (not as bad as Eren and Jean) and danced so dramatically that Sasha was unsure if he was trying to be the star of the show. He even hooked his arms around Armin and Marlowe and started front kicking. Poor Armin and Marlowe tried their best. Jean and Eren continued competing. Overall, they all looked ridiculous, but Sasha found it endearing. A whole performance just for her! Imagine what they would do when the other girls in the group get married!

As the others sang the final notes, Eren suddenly does a cartwheel (Sasha still does not know why Eren would consider adding it to his “dance.”) and causes chaos to erupt. He accidentally bumps into Jean and knocks him over. Jean falls and bumps into Armin, who is still linking arms with Connie, creating a domino effect causing the two (plus Marlowe) to fall in the water. Jean watches with horror as they fall. Eren, proclaiming himself as the winner of their dance-off, pushes Jean into the water before jumping in himself. 

Meanwhile, Marco enters the scene leading Niccolo’s stag party on jet skis with enough space for the other guys. Even Falco was there with his brother, Colt. Both of them had the biggest smiles on their faces. It seems like the rest of the guys (minus Falco because he is still young) are here to pick up everyone else for the bachelor party. They were hooting and hollering from their jet skis. 

Armin and Marlowe swam towards the nearest jet skis and hopped on. Jean and Eren were busy trying to drown each other in the sea about who won their competition until Marco had to step in and stop them. Connie, who didn’t join just yet, turns to Sasha (who is still laughing at everything) and brings his hands up around his mouth to amplify his voice. 

“Thank you for watching! We’re only available on Fridays! He laughs and swims away to the nearest et ski so he can join the rest of the guys. The stag party left into the sunset once everyone was settled.

Sasha continues to laugh until she hears some footsteps running in her direction. She turns just in time to see her friends running towards her, now changed into party clothes. Suddenly, Mikasa and Annie were on either side of her and carried Sasha off of her rock. Annie lets Sasha go once she is on the ground, and Mikasa moves to pick Sasha up in bridal style. The group begins running back inland.

Sasha turns to Hanami. She was the closest one near Mikasa. Hanami, noticing Sasha’s stare, turns to her and smirks.

“C’mon princess,” she says while using the same nickname Eren used on her earlier. “You have a bachelorette party to attend to.”

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What did you think? Btw the Eren I have in this the S1-S3 and junior high. He doesn't have a reason to be depressed, hence this OOC version I have. (Actually, I apologize if anyone is OOC)

Any get where I got the marlin fishing in Italy from haha? (The fish is actually a Mediterranean Spearfish, which is a type of marlin common in Italy.)

Kastani beach is the actual beach some scenes in Mamma Mia was filmed at. Additionally, Finikas is a real restaurant in Skopelos.

Most of this chapter takes place from 2 pm - 6 pm. 6 is when Sasha and her dads leave and run into Niccolo around that hour. She goes to her bachelorette party after 8.

The guys actually practiced their performance twice. One time alone and the second with Hanami as stand-in Sasha. Jean and Eren cooperated during them, and Niccolo only sang in front of her.

So how's everyone after ch 139? It was a bittersweet ending for me. I'm both happy and sad.

#levihan #levi x hange #levihan fanfiction #nicosasha #erwin x hange #mike x hange #mikenana #aruani #hitch x marlow #marco x mina #pokkopikku #snk #aot

[thenightgazer]

Spark of Stardust

Chapter 1 : An Interstellar Quest It's not a date. Vergil insists upon it, even when he doubts himself as he asks Lyra to accompany him to search for a perfect birthday gift for Kyrie. But just like the dying star that sparks its undying stardust; the "date" is just a start for him to get to know more about Lyra, as the librarian reveals her "little, deepest and darkest secrets"

Warning : implied psychological and drug abuse

Part 6 of Tales of Apotelesma

You can also read this fic on AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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It starts with a soft hand that brushes his face. The fuzzy sensation wakes him up. The lamp on the ceiling is the first thing he sees when he slowly opens his eyes wide awake. His eyes linger to his surroundings— and that shocks him because he’s no longer in his bedroom at Devil May Cry. He’s awakened in someone else’s bedroom. The wall is painted with warm colours and there is a large bookshelf besides the bed. When he turns his head to his left, he spots toys and trinkets which supposedly belong to a little girl, and there sits a young woman who smiles at him.

Where am I?

“How was your sleep?” she asks him. Her soft hand ruffles his hair gently. “You look so peaceful.”

He’s speechless. Not because he doesn’t want to answer, but his mouth won’t cooperate with his head. His survival instincts scream at him to get away from this situation, but all he could feel is numbness.

“I brought you dinner,” the beautiful woman continues. He observes her cautiously; she is approximately in her thirties, with long brunette hair and brown eyes. She looks like the kind of woman who looks absolutely harmless. The way her body moves is delicate. Her voice sounds appealing as she tells him the menu and hopes he will like it. She gives him the same warm impression as his own mother, but this woman seems shady. Her eyes remind him of someone... but he couldn’t remember the person. The same cold, void eyes...

“The nurse said you haven’t eaten since last night. You refused to take your medicines. Why? Don’t you want to get better?” Her voice turns colder. “When I heard that you refused to eat, I couldn’t concentrate on my work. I’m afraid you won’t get better. Now you will eat and take your medicine for me, okay?”

He can’t follow everything she has said just now. Who is this woman? What medicines? What nurse? But his head nods automatically as if his body is controlled by someone else, and that little gesture makes this woman’s warm smile appear on her pretty face again.

“Good. Let’s eat! After that, I’ll read you something exciting. How’s that sound?”

He nods obediently, opening his mouth to eat the porridge. He can’t feel the taste, nor can he sense the texture of the food. But the woman looks at him as if she would blast if he didn’t eat. The sound of friction between the spoon and the bowl drives him crazy. She’s making sure that he swallows the food as she cleans up his mouth. After the bowl is empty, she proceeds to pour something from a bottle—medicine— on a small spoon and look up at him, opening her mouth as a command for him to mimic her gesture. She seems delighted when he swallows the medicine.

“Atta girl.”

What is this nonsense? What is that thing she put inside me?

But he knows he won’t get the answer.

It’s all just a dream, right?

The woman walks to the bookshelf. Her fingers run through the book until she finds the one she desires. She sits back besides him again and opens the book, her fingers scan through the pages.

“You don’t like Cinderella, so I picked up this one,” she shows him the cover of the book. “I guarantee you’ll like it! It’s called The Hobbit, an adventure story. Your favourite, right?”  

I do like adventure stories. But it isn’t my favourite. It’s Dante’s…

She starts her storytelling in a clear voice. “In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit...”

There’s something in her face when she reads. She seems more relaxed and softer than before, as if she got lost in the story. His suspicion is surprisingly gone while he listens to her and the familiarity strikes him again. She reminds him of his own mother when he was a child, reading him bedtime stories. Cambions in their early childhood needed a lot of sleep just like human children, but Dante and he always refused to sleep early and asked for more stories. There’s something peaceful about this familiarity. It calms him, then he decides to close his eyes again whilst the woman’s voice slowly fades away.

---

The dream shatters as Vergil’s cell phone rings loudly.

The hybrid lays still on his bed. He was sleeping for two hours just because he had no other options left to do aside from sleeping. Yet, even though his body doesn’t particularly need to sleep, he hates it when his slumber is interrupted. His hand reaches to find his phone and immediately pick it when he finds it on the desk beside his bed without seeing who’s calling him because he doesn’t bother to open his sleepy eyes.

“Dad?”

That familiar voice forces Vergil to open his eyes.

“Nero?”

“Yeah. You busy?”

“No,” Vergil throws a blanket from his naked chest as he moves his body to sit and brushes his hair. “What’s wrong, Nero?”

Nero doesn’t reply immediately. Vergil can hear a heavy sigh from his son and that makes him a bit anxious.  

“Nothing wrong. Just...” The young devil hunter lets out another sigh. “Today is Kyrie’s birthday. She invites you and the crews for dinner at six. Uh… six as in Fortuna time, which is an hour later from Red Grave time. Just in case you got lost in time again.”

“Of course. We will be attending the dinner. Thank you for the invitation.”

“It’s Kyrie who invites you, not me.”

“...”

“... but having you around here is not so bad. The kids were always whining whenever you and Dante left the house.” Nero’s response is almost excited and eager, much to Vergil’s relief.

The picture of Julio, Carlo and Kyle somehow makes Vergil grins. “You did very well taking care of those little rascals.”

“Thanks,” there’s a pause before Nero continues. “Anyway, I should get going. Nico needs my help to do some crazy shit.”

“I hope all is well for you.”

“You too, I guess...” the young man clears his throat. “And... thank you. For accepting the invitation.”

“It’s the least I could do,” The blue devil smiles, his anxiety is gone as their interaction goes smoothly. “Carry on, son.”

“Y-yeah— bye, then.”

Warmth fills Vergil’s heart as he cleans up his bed and folds the blanket neatly. Never in his life would he have thought that he’d become a father. Even though it was unplanned, having a son does change his life. He has no parental figures to ask advice from and those parenting books are not helping at all, but he learns at his own pace. Two years of effort of atonement is nothing compared to his sins, yet he wants the very best for Nero and is very protective to him.

Then the word stings him.

Birthday, huh?  

Ever since he was a little boy, Vergil has never understood the concept of celebrating birthdays. For him, birthday is just another day to pass. If anything, it seems like people love to celebrate the day when their life spans decrease. People are getting old, so what? Why do we celebrate that irony? Is that because of the presents and cake? Little Vergil never found the answer, but he did feel happy whenever he received presents and ate his birthday cake, even if that means he had to share it with his twin, Dante (he had given up the dream of having his own cake, since being twins means sharing almost everything). He didn’t even think about birthdays until Nero reminded him.

I wonder if he knows his birthday...

Vergil walks to the bathroom and washes his face. He looks at the mirror and the man guy in the mirror stares back at him. His reflection somehow reminds him of the strange dream. What was that dream about? It seems visceral, like it was my own memory. His heartbeat gets faster when he has a dreadful negative thought that it could be Mundus’ mind manipulation. If that was Mundus, it’s too pointless. He’d use my own memories to torture me, not with some kind of irrelevant vision.

“Mornin’,” Dante shoves himself besides Vergil and yawns. “I’m hungry.”

“Pleased to meet you, Hungry.”

Dante bursts into laughter. “Since when are you into dad jokes?”

“I’ll take the shower first.” Ignoring Dante’s question, Vergil picks up a dry towel and gets inside the shower cubicle.

Dante takes off his shirt and stretches his muscles. He washes his face and begins to shave his beard. “You said you fought Angelo demons at last week’s gig, right? Heard from Lady the same Angelo demons got sighted at another city. We still don’t have any information on who created and summoned them.”

Vergil wipes the droplets of water from his face. “It seems like those Angelo demons were none like all the artificial demons we have ever seen before. Their form, their abilities, their durability. They looked rather... futuristic, I'd say. I got an impression that the new Angelo was created mostly by advanced science rather than magic.”

“Another thing happened these past weeks. There are three outbursts at restricted medical facilities in different cities.”

“What medical facility?”

“Trish said that the three of them were research laboratories owned by Ravenhill Corporation.”

“Isn’t that the same corporation that won a peace award or something like that?”

“Yeah. The Ravenhills are an influential aristocrat with power over the health and security industry. Most of the health facilities in this world are sponsored and if not, owned by Ravenhill Corporation. They have a branch company here in this city too.”

“And do you think those incidents have a connection with the appearance of Angelo demons?”      

“Just a gut feeling, but that’s worth investigating, better safe than sorry, aight?” Dante brushes his hair and flips it back like Vergil. “Hey, I look just like you with this hairstyle! Perhaps I should go with this style from now on.”

“If you’re done talking, get out of the bathroom.”

“This is MY bathroom!”

“And I’m the one who cleans up the mess you’ve created in this house, Dante.”

“Fine~!” Dante chuckles as he cleans up the remaining shaving foam from his jaw. “Have you bought something for Kyrie’s birthday? Got missed calls and a text about the dinner party from Nero.”

“Not yet.”

“I’ve been thinking of giving her a fancy revolver. Heard from Nero that she’s quite good at using guns.”

“... do you really think that women fancy weapons as a gift?”

“Trish and Lady do. But hey! You can go ask our clever librarian!” Dante's face lightens up in exhilaration.

Vergil turns off the shower and wraps a towel around his waist as he opens the cubicle. “What do you mean by ’our’?!”

“Yours, then. She’s a normal civilian woman. Perhaps she can recommend you a perfect gift for Kyrie.”

No, if only you know that she’s not normal! “... you’re probably right.”

A teasing whistle comes from Dante as he takes off his pants and walks inside the cubicle. “As Yoda said, Verge, ‘ do or do not. There is no try ’. Call her and ask her out for a date.”

“I’m not taking any advice from a man who has rotten luck with women. And who is Yoda?”

“Call it what you want it. If you’re not asking her out, I’ll go ask her by myself.”

“Not before I step over your dead body.”

“Ha! Someone’s jealous for realsies~”

Vergil walks away from the bathroom before his inner turmoil tempts him to try to kill Dante… again. His insolent brother might have been teasing him too much, but in a way he’s right. He needs to find someone trusted enough to help him buy the perfect gift for Kyrie.

But she’s on duty today is her work day. I won’t make it right on time to the party if I have to wait for her shift to end.

He’s still thinking about it when he enters his room on the second floor and grabs his phone. Lyra’s contact name is showing up, but he hesitates. It’s still 9 o’clock. The library must have just opened.

After having a quite long internal battle with himself, he decides to call her anyway.

It takes a little bit long for Lyra to finally pick up her phone. Vergil catches the sound of her voice and a man’s laugh who Vergil assumes is Nate. “Bugger off for a minute, will you? — Clayton here.”

“Lyra.”

“Oh, hello Vergil!”

“Am I interrupting?”

“Not at all! Is there anything I can help you with?”

“... yes.”

“Are you okay? You sound like you want to cry.”

“I am certainly not,” Vergil groans at Lyra’s giggle. “Yet, I do believe I need your help.”

“Name it!”

“... it’s about a birthday present.” Vergil clears his throat. “Do you remember Kyrie, my son’s fiancée? She will be celebrating her birthday this evening. She invited Dante and I to her house for dinner.”

“I see.”

“Kyrie has always been there for Nero,” he continues. “She helped guide him to become the person he is now. She took care of him while I wasn’t there for him. She’s an important person to my son. That’s why... at least I have to show her some respect.”

“By giving her a decent birthday present.”

“Yes.”

“I think she will appreciate everything you give to her.”

“She will, certainly. She’s too polite to reject a present, but I don’t want her to think that I’m a careless father-in-law by giving her a gratuitous gift.”

“You’re right. I’d be delighted to accompany you to buy the present, but…I’m on duty right now. I’m afraid I couldn't help you any further.”

“That I know. That’s why I call for your advice.”

“I suggest something small, but meaningful. You told me she love to sing, right? Maybe a vinyl of classical music would — what in the bloody—! Nate! Give me back my phone at once!”

Vergil hears them grumbling and arguing at something. He considers to just hang up the phone given to his hunch that Lyra and Nate are probably having a fight right now, but suddenly he hears Nate’s voice as the young librarian speaks to him.

“Mr. Vergil? It’s Nate!”

This scoundrel's audacity...! “I recognize your voice, Nathaniel. What are you doing with Lyra’s phone?”

“Err... sorry for the interruption, but Lyra forced me to tell you this myself, or else you won’t believe her! I told her that I don’t mind if she wants to go on a date with you! My father won’t be checking on the library today!” Nate lets out a dry chuckle to break the ice, but since Vergil says nothing, Nate continues to speak. “She insisted on at least working today, so I told her to finish the duty earlier so she could spend her time with you. That’s all! Oh yeah, a little advice here; Lyra has a terrible sense of direction, means that you should hold her close— ouch!”  

A sound of a book slapped on Nate’s head comes to Vergil’s ear. The next is Lyra’s nervous voice talking to him. “Vergil? You heard Nate. So... we meet at three. How’s that sound?”

“I’ll pick you up at the library.”

“Okay!”

“Then... I’ll see you around.”

“Cheerio!”

Vergil hangs up the phone, unexpectedly feeling the queasiness after he recalls the word ‘date’ as Dante and Nate said earlier. Foolish. We are not dating. We are just going to buy a birthday present. That’s all. Stop this unnecessary disquietude. It’s just Lyra—

“Tell me you’re not gonna go on a date with your boring clothes!”

Vergil hardly glances to his side and sees Patty’s figure standing by his door. The twenty years old girl is wearing an apron and holding a broom in her hand. “At least wear something stylish! You and Dante are all hopeless! No wonder the two of you haven’t gotten married yet!”

“I believe that’s none of your concern, Miss Lowell. And although I lack what humans would consider common sense, the last time I know about human norms and etiquette, that it is rude to trespass on someone's private space and eavesdrop on other people’s conversation.”

“I’m not eavesdropping! I just happened to pass this room while cleaning this house because lately you are not present in this house and Dante is being a lazy bastard as usual! Show some gratitude!”

“Thank you for your help. But as you can see now, I am here and that means I will do the household job while you can go disturb Dante’s peace now.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Dante shouts from the first floor.

“Anyways, let me help you to choose better clothes for you!” Patty insists. “I don’t know who this girl is because Dante won’t tell me, but she seems special to you. You need to dress at your best! Impressing a girl on their first date is a must!”

“I’ll forgive your impudent attitude this time if you kindly close the door, Miss Lowell. I need to put some clothes on.”

Realizing that Vergil wears nothing but a towel wrapped on his waist, Patty flusters as she looks away and grabs the door knob violently. “Fine!”

The blue devil chuckles softly when he hears Patty goes downstairs and screams at Dante for whatever antics that he does right now. He searches through his wardrobe, pondering if Patty was right. And maybe she is. He’s about to blend into society, that means he needs to look less suspicious. He should wear something casual and humane.

Humans and their fashion. Even demons are much simpler.

He picks some clothes with a hope that he won’t look too ridiculous.

---

“Do you think he’s the type of person who brings flowers for a date?” Nate throws paper planes at Lyra’s direction, which she blocks it all with a book.

“Why do you insist that this is a date? We are friends. Friends go hang out sometimes.” Lyra says.

“Dammit, Lyre! You are older than me but I can’t believe you’re so clueless about this. Even idiots could tell that he likes you!”

Lyra groans desperately. “That’s it. That’s the problem of modern society. People nowadays confuse politeness with flirting!”

“Sometimes both work simultaneously! And that’s the case of Mr. Vergil. Sure, he’s polite to everyone even though he always looks like he wanted to kill someone. But he’s different with you; he’s not just polite, but kind. That’s two different things!”

Lyra half-heartedly listens to Nate’s babble; despite she already knows what is inside Nate’s mind. She knows what he means about Vergil being kind only to her, and Nate’s mind interprets how soft Vergil is whenever he’s around her. The thought of those forms of romanticism confuses her. Being a telepath, she has seen and listened into people’s minds for almost her entire life. She’s no stranger to the concept of love according to universal belief, yet she still doubts its existence.

Sometimes, what people think about something isn’t always synchronized with how they feel about it.

And speaking of which, I haven’t heard Nate’s thoughts since fifteen seconds ago...

“He’s here!” Nate declares as he looks up at the window near the front door. “Wait, uh... is it really him?”

“What?”

“He looks... different.” Nate mumbles. “And he didn’t bring flowers. Guess he’s not the flower type of guy.”

“On the contrary, he is.” Lyra takes a brief look at her appearance in the mirror and puts on eyeglasses before giving a wink at Nate. “See you tomorrow!”

“Now who’s excited about the date!?”

She giggles throughout her journey to the front door, only to be surprised when she opens the door and finds Vergil standing in front of her and about to open the door too. But today he looks stunningly different; he is wearing as black shirt beneath a navy-blue casual coat. His dark trousers make him look taller than usual. He changes his footwear into a pair of black chukka boots. Even with his usual warrior clothes, Vergil Sparda is already breathtakingly handsome. His casual look just enhances his majestic stature.  

Lyra has never really given any attention to fashion, but now she can’t take her eyes off of him. “What’s with the sudden change in your sense of fashion?”  

“You don’t like it?”

“I like it!” she blurts. “You look… so… normal”

“Is it just me or does it sound like an insult?”

“It’s a compliment!”

“... thank you, I suppose,” Vergil reluctantly scratches his nape. “Shall we go now?”

“Let’s!”

Lyra glares at Nate who’s giving her double thumbs up and loudly wishing her good luck before she closes the door.

“So,” the librarian walks side by side with Vergil. “Do you remember I mentioned that I purchased my devil arm at an antique shop?”

“Yes. What’s with that?”

“I think it’s a good place to start our quest. The shop sells antique weapons, jewelries, old books and trinkets. Perfect collection for Kyrie.”

“Very well. Where’s this shop located?”

“Nova Town.”

“It’s too far from here.”

“Lucky for us, you have Yamato.”

“I’m beginning to think that you see me as a mere means tool of transportation.”

“Maybe,” she winks playfully. “But you are too decent to be a mere tool, my dearest friend.”

The hybrid rolls his eyes, “Let’s find an empty alley first.”

---

“That was the first time I saw Lyra smiling like that,” Nate mutters at himself as he taps something on his cell phone. “Good for her! Ever since I saw their chemistry on the murder in the library weeks ago, I know they’re going to form a relationship soon!”

The twenty four years old librarian giggles at his own fantasy while drowning himself further into a mobile game he always plays whenever he has free time. He almost startled himself when the bell rings and a customer comes in. Nate abruptly pauses the game and greets the guest. “Welcome to The Literarium!”

The guest — a tall and ginger-haired man — returns Nate’s greeting with a nod. A suspicion arises in Nate’s head as he observes the man’s eyes that are covered with sunglasses. Why the hell does he wear sunglasses indoors? He continues to follow the man’s movement, which is also suspicious. The man seems detached from reality as he stares at one of the shelves quite long without really doing anything, not even touching the books. He walks slowly to another section, again without any interest in the books. The man seems eager to look for something as he repeatedly tilts his head to look outside the window, but Nate is certain that he’s not here for books. Then why bother coming here if he’s not interested in books? Nate clicks his pen anxiously. Paranoia begins to consume him. What if he wants to rob this place?!

The ginger-haired man approaches the sale section and finally picks a book. He looks at the cover briefly before heading to the counter. Nate fakes a polite smile when he scans the book— Lord of the Flies by William Golding— and forces himself to make a small talk. “Fine day, isn’t it?”

The man nods while giving Nate his money. “I agree.”

“You like allegorical one, huh?”

The man furrows his brow. “Sorry?”

Nate lifts the copy of Lord of the Flies . “You don’t know that Golding wrote one of the best allegorical novels all the time?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know. I only recognized it as one of the bestseller books,” the man chuckles. His laughter surprisingly sounds very friendly. “I picked it because the synopsis reminds me of the past.”

“Jesus, what a chaotic past you must have back then.” Nate gives him the book and his change.

“Quiet so,” the man flips the page, but Nate can sense he’s focusing on another thing. “By the way, the woman who wears eyeglasses… She came out from this place with a man about five minutes ago. Does she work here?”

Shit, another Lyra’s admirer. That explains my suspicion! “Yeah. You know her?”

“She looks like a person I used to know. Quite different, but I spot some similarities.”

“Maybe they are the same person?”

“The same person?” the man chuckles again as he closes the book. “That’s impossible.”

“Why?”

“She died years ago.”

“Oh, man… I’m so sorry...”

“It’s fine. She wasn’t related to me, just a person I knew. At first glance, your friend looks eerily similar to her,” the man’s face abruptly turns into doubt and anxious. Nate swears he can see his hands tremble. “I was terribly surprised when I saw your friend out there. I thought the woman I knew was alive again. What is the name? Your lady friend, I mean.”

“Louisa.” Nate lightly says his lie as soon as he’s aware of the man’s intention. I’m not doing anything wrong. Lyra told me to fake a name in case some flirty bastards ask me her name.

“Louisa, then. Pretty name,” the man seems pleased at Nate’s answer. “Thank you. Lovely library, anyway. Good day for you.”

“Thank you. Happy reading and have a good day!”

He’s different from any of Lyra’s secret admirers, Nate feels uneasy about the man’s strange attitude even though the man has already taken his leave. He makes a mental note to contact Lyra soon after he closes the library. “That guy looks like he’s about to plan something fishy. But I can’t disturb Lyra and Mr. Vergil right now.”

Nate grabs his cell phone and restarts the game with a hope that nothing bad would happen.

---

She’s strangely quiet today.

Ever since they arrived at Nova Town, Vergil catches something unusual from Lyra. She guides the way to the antique shop without talking to him but carefully watches her surroundings. But at the same time, she seems to lose her focus and sometimes stares blankly at something. They have been walking for almost 30 minutes and they haven’t arrived at the antique shop yet. Also, that’s not the only thing from her that is unusual... “You wear eyeglasses.”

“Huh?” Lyra automatically touches her eyeglasses. “Why? You don’t like a girl with eyeglasses?”

“I don’t dislike it.”

“You have a funny way to compliment others, don’t you?”

“I have never seen you wearing eyeglasses before. I thought I was looking at a completely different person when you opened the door earlier.”

“I always wear eyeglasses whenever I’m out to shop, just for aesthetic purposes. I’ll take it off if that makes you uncomfortable—”

“Please don’t. You look lovely with that.”

“Thanks!”

“You’re welcome. Are we getting closer to the shop?”

“… I think so?”

Vergil stops abruptly, “Tell me we are not lost.”

“W-we’re not!” she stutters in panic. “I’m just having a little confusion here, because this town looks different from the last time I came here. It has only been two years and the town is already changing...”

“Are you even certain that we are in the right town?”

“One hundred percent certain!”

“Then tell me,” Vergil curves a devilish grin. “Is Nathaniel right? That you have a terrible sense of direction?”

A light blush blooms on Lyra’s face. “Uh... yeah— but we are in the right town! For real! Just because I have a terrible sense of direction, doesn’t mean I’m an idiot!”

“Yet we are lost, aren’t we?”

“We are not! See that monument over there? It’s the town’s icon. We just have to turn left to that road and the antique shop should be on the right corner.”

Vergil watches the monument that Lyra mentioned before he glances at her again with doubtful looks. “Alright, then. But why don’t you use… what is it again... GPS?”

“Later. I’m practicing my sense of direction by practicing my telepathic ability.”

“Does your telepathic ability have something to do with your sense of direction?”

“Since the murder in the library, I’m practicing to read people’s mind whenever you’re around me because your magical defense blocks my telepathic ability. Normally, all I need to do is just focus on their minds and find out if some of them have knowledge of the place I’m about to go.”

“Why bother? You still can read minds by touching their body parts.”

“That’s impractical! Not everyone wants to be touched. Just imagine if I need to touch a person with haphephobia.”

“I thought you like it when you don’t have to read minds anymore.”

“Just in case of an emergency. Who knows if we would find any strange cases again, or if I’m stuck with Dante and there’s an urgent situation where I’m required to smuggle into someone’s head.”

“Hold on. Your telepathy doesn’t work on Dante too?”

“I guess the power of Sparda includes protection from telepaths.”

“I see. Now I understand,” Vergil scoffs. “The reason why you were awfully quiet since we stepped in this town is that you tried to practice your telepathic ability to find out the antique shop’s direction, so you won’t embarrass yourself in front of me because you have poor sense of direction and you think having to use GPS would make you look unreliable as a guide.”

Lyra hides her hands behind her back and stares at the ground, which to Vergil indicates that everything he said is true and that she’s embarrassed to admit it. To be very honest, he doesn’t think that Lyra does something wrong. He just wants to clarify things behind her unusual behavior, but it unconsciously sounds like he’s scolding her for her little secret.

“Just use the GPS if you need it. You have nothing to be ashamed of. That won’t make me think less of you.”

Lyra seems to hesitate at first, but eventually shrugs and takes her phone out from her bag. Vergil quietly smirks at her surrender.

“Fortunately, we’re on the right track!” She shows Vergil the map. “Thank you for your encouragement, Vergil. That’s the longest advice you ever said to me.”

He shrugs it off. “I guess that’s what friends are for.”

“Still, that means a lot to me.”

“Just forget it. Then how’s your practice going?”

“Still doing my best. The first time I tried to read someone’s mind without touching them whenever you were around me, it was all nothing. But now I can see blurry images and hear buzzing sound!” She smiles at him, her eyes beam as she points at the rustic shop at the corner of the street. “Look! We've arrived!”

When Vergil enters the antique shop, he expects the shopkeeper to greet them with unstoppable pestering offers like all the shopkeepers normally do. That’s why he hates shopping. Thankfully the shopkeeper is sleeping on the counter, like she doesn’t care if someone steals one of the items. The shop itself is quiet and the goods are all unique. The problem is, Vergil doesn’t know where to start searching. There are many items that Vergil puts a certain degree of interest in—necklaces, bracelets, clocks, paintings—but he doesn’t think that it would be useful or meaningful to Kyrie. He starts to think about Dante’s suggestion to give her a weapon for self-protection. It seems easier than this endless searching.

“Do you know the biggest dilemma when it comes to shopping? You expect to find a certain thing, but when you’re in the shop, suddenly you’re not sure what to buy anymore.” Lyra chuckles at Vergil’s confused expression.

“Evidently,” Vergil picks an antique revolver. “I think I want to give her a weapon.”

“Is Kyrie an excellent combatant?”

“She can take care of herself, though she still needs a lot of practice, but she won’t survive a second if she had to fight multiple opponents.”

“Mmmm... okay but... how about something for protection from the demons?”

“That will do. It’s way more practical and useful.”

“Alright. Let’s ask the shopkeeper.”

Vergil points his chin at the counter. “She’s sleeping.”

“I’ll wake her up.” Lyra fixates her focus on the shopkeeper until she slowly raises her head from the counter table and rubs her eyes.

Vergil almost couldn’t hide his amusement. She can wake someone up from slumber? How advanced is her ability actually?

The shopkeeper yawns loudly. “Welcome. How can I help y’all?”

“We’re looking for an item for protection from demons. Do you have anything suitable for that?” Lyra asks.

The shopkeeper looks straight to Lyra’s eyes, then to Vergil’s. She sighs as she walks to the weapon cabinet. “I don’t have much of that, but I have this one. Take a look.” she mumbles, handing Lyra a red music box. The music box looks captivating with a rose pattern carved on the box. When Lyra opens the music box, Vergil recognizes the box is playing Bach’s The Well-Tempered Clavier.

“Lovely, but I don’t see what’s so special about the music box,” Vergil mutters his doubt.  

“Easy, dude. Push the button near the mirror to open the secret room behind it.”

Lyra does the exact instruction until the secret room is opened and reveals a golden bracelet inside.

“What’s that for?” Lyra asks.

“It will glow red whenever there's demons nearby,” the shopkeeper lights her cigarette and walks back to the counter. “When the bracelet glows, you press it and close your eyes, because it will cast a very blinding light. It’ll blind and burn demons and that’s the best time for you to run away.”

Lyra glances at Vergil, who’s examining the music box and the bracelet. She holds her giggle when she notices that the bracelet glows in red when Vergil holds it and abruptly puts it back to the secret room behind the mirror before the shopkeeper notices it.

“I guess the bracelet couldn’t distinguish demons and cambions,” she whispers to him.

“This should be fine,” Vergil forms a satisfied grin. “It has both protection advantage and aesthetical function. Perfect.”

“You take that?!” the shopkeeper shouts eagerly.

“Yes,” Vergil replies. “Is there a money-back guarantee in case the item doesn’t properly work?���

“This is an antique shop, dude. Some items might not working at all—”

“I believe I don’t have to repeat myself.” Vergil insists.

The shopkeeper gulps at Vergil’s unspeakable death threat within his icy eyes, knowing that there’s no use to argue with a man like Vergil. “Dammit, fine! Now can I get my money?”

Lyra howls with laughter, “Blimey, you are a terrifying customer.”

Vergil grins in pride as he heads to the counter.

---

The birthday party will begin in an hour, but Vergil chooses to spend the rest of the time with Lyra at the Sparda Manor. During the day time, they only meet in the library. That makes their little adventure today seem rare... and fun. Lyra buys them ice creams at the end of their journey in Nova Town. She can’t hold her laughter when she catches Vergil’s eyes sparking in childish interest as he holds his ice cream once the magic portal opens its way to the Manor.

“The shopkeeper was different from the one whom I met two years ago. He was nice and helpful,” Lyra murmurs, licking her bubblegum ice cream. “Guess he didn’t work there anymore. We get a sleepyhead instead.”

Vergil says nothing as he examines his blueberry ice cream cone. His memory of V eating cheeseburger hits him. “Why do humans think that creating something messy is a good idea?”

“It’s called innovation, Vergil.”

“Messy innovation.”

“As long as people like it, it is considered as a great innovation.”

He finally gives up and chomps his ice cream. “This is not bad.”

“Tell me this is not your first time eating ice cream.”

“I might be inexperienced in human lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean I never tasted ice cream.”

It’s strange, Vergil recalls the moment when they used to be strangers before Almagest helped them to get closer. Now they stand side by side and talk about stuff like old friends to the point where he could never get enough of her companionship. He lets her wander around his childhood house, even if he barely calls it a house now. He lets out a silent chuckle when she lifts a pile of rocks up to the air just to see what hides behind it, only to find another ruins and she’s slightly disappointed.

“For a second I thought your father was Johann Sebastian Bach.” Lyra looks up at Sparda’s family painting.

“You are not the first person who said that.”

She laughs. “Oh look at you… stoic since you were born. And I already got a picture on Dante being impatient while the painter kept asking him to stand still.”

“Pretty much correct. He complained how itchy his feet were at the end of the session.”

“Your mother was gorgeous,” Lyra admires Eva’s angelic stature. “No wonder Sparda fell for her.”

Vergil forms a wistful smile. “She was.”

“This painting reminds me of The Picture of Dorian Gray .”

“Pray tell, why?”

“Dorian sold his soul to the devil for eternal youth, and it decayed his self-portrait painting every time he did a sin. Of course your family portrait is a different case, but you see, your mother’s face is the only one that didn’t get burned by fire. It’s like a sign that she was the only human in the family…”

“And the rest of the family members were cursed by the evil blood that ran in their veins. That’s why the faces of the three of us were burned. That’s a picturesque perspective.”

“I didn’t say that demon is always evil—”

“I know. Still, it’s a good metaphor. Haven’t thought of it myself.”

“Why don’t you take the painting with you? People keep their family portrait in their house.”

“Dante and I agreed to leave it here as a sign that this mansion once belonged to our family. Besides, I can’t imagine such a painting to be hanged on the shop’s soiled wall. It would be a disgrace for the painting itself.”

“Now that you mentioned it, I think you are right.”

Lyra continues to lift some rocks and put it back carefully once she finds nothing interesting.. “Have you been in there again after you escaped the Underworld with Dante?”

“To collect mementos, yes. Though, as you can see, nothing much was left since Urizen destroyed the whole city. Not to mention almost all parts of the house were destroyed or blocked by pillars and huge stones. We tried to remove them, but it’d cause a domino effect throughout the manor and demolish it completely.” 

“How did it feel to visit your childhood home again?”

Vergil swallows his ice cream at once. He puts a handkerchief out from his coat and wipes his lips. “It felt mostly heartbreaking.”

“I see,” Lyra nods and gives Vergil a light pat on his shoulder. “Not everyone could even come back to the place where their trauma began. Not that it’s necessary. I just found it encouraging.”

“Speaking of memento, what was the most valuable present you had ever received?” Vergil curiously asks.

“Oh, we start to have a small talk now?”

“I thought we agreed to trust each other, don’t we? Then we should start from mundane things.”

“Alright. Make sense. Let me recall it… mmmm… oh right! A lyre!”

“You play lyre? Amazing.”

“I thought you were about to say ironic.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“You know, a lyre plays a lyre.”

Vergil smirks, recalling her remark on their previous little adventure, “You’re right. It’s ironically amazing.”

The librarian rolls her eyes as she bites the ice cream cone. “My mum bought me one for my fifth birthday. It only lasted for two months before I asked her to give me a harp for the next birthday.”

“Did she finally buy you a harp?”

“She didn’t.”

“Why?”

“She died before my next birthday.”

Vergil immediately stared at Lyra’s sullen eyes. “I’m terribly sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay,” she smiles at him, chewing the last part of her cone. “It was a long time ago.”

Lyra has so many things she hides behind her amicable demeanor, and Vergil should’ve feel relieved because after all these months, Lyra finally opens up a little bit about her family, yet he doesn’t feel it at all.

“Were you close with your mother?” Vergil’s tone is full of consideration.

Lyra taps her fingers on her chin. “I guess so. We only had each other.”

“… How did she… die?”

The librarian smirks at him. “If I told you she fell from the tree, would you believe me?”

“Only if that’s the truth.”

She goes silent for a while, seeming unwilling to continue her story. She opens an empty drawer, looking at nothingness for a while. “You might’ve heard about her.”

“Your mother?”

“Uh-uh,” Lyra nods calmly, but Vergil senses a slight hesitation. “Her name was Asteria Crescent.”

Impossible! “The award-winning astronomer?”

“Astrobiologist, yes.”

“I see. That explains your fondness of astronomy.”

The first time Vergil heard about Asteria Crescent was when he was eleven years old, still homeless and constantly moved out from place to place in search of power. Asteria’s groundbreaking research of modern astrobiology broke the news. Her discovery led the scientists to rethink human’s position in this world and question the exact location of the Underworld in the known universe, considering demons as an extraterrestrial creature with its own origin and evolution. Demons and magic are inseparable, but Asteria Crescent was brave to make a further step to explain demonology in a scientific approach. Science and magic are two sides of a coin , Vergil recalls her statements. Science just has yet to understand magic.

“Asteria was a Titan goddess of falling stars and nighttime divinations. That suited her very well,” Lyra chuckles bitterly, swinging her hand to lift a pile of ruins back to its place. “I once wondered why she didn’t name me Hecate, daughter of Asteria and goddess of witchcraft. Maybe at that time, she didn’t have a thought that someday I’ll develop this… psychic ability.”

“The media never reported anything regarding her cause of death. It happened all so sudden, they said.”

“They always spoke highly of her. But when she died, they turned the story into rumors and gossip.”

“So did she fall from the tree?”

“She did fall.”

“But not from the tree.”

Vergil’s demonic eyes catch Lyra’s body slightly flinching, but she maintains her calmness and fakes a smile. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you further about your private life.”

“You entrusted me your biggest secret. I intend to do so. I’m just… not ready to open up, but I know that I want to.”

“When I said that we should try to trust each other, I didn't mean that you should abruptly open yourself to me.”

“Too late. Now you know I’m the daughter of a dead astrobiologist.”

“Why did you change your surname then?”

Lyra stops and gazes at Vergil. She seems anxious while glancing at her surroundings carefully, as if she’s afraid that someone else would hear them. Vergil slightly bows his body when Lyra whispers in his ear.

“I’m being hunted.”

The furrow on Vergil’s brow is going deeper. “By whom?”

“Someone who wants to abuse my power. That’s why I need to change my surname and hang out around wearing eyeglasses, so people won’t find out about my identity.”

For a moment, they stand still there, staring at each other’s eyes to find some clues. It’s logical that Lyra’s unique ability would attract power-seekers, be it humans or demons. Vergil knows it too well; the danger of possessing a greater power. A part of him wants to believe her words…

If only he failed to spot a subtle grin on the corner of her lips.

I would be absolutely fooled by her deception, Vergil grunts discontentedly. "You are lying, aren’t you?”

Lyra’s laughter echoes throughout the lake.

Vergil snarls at her unstoppable giggle. "Quite a jester, I see.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

Vergil doesn’t bother to reply, because he knows it would lead to another bickering. He doesn’t try to hide his amused smile too, even though Lyra teases him about the ‘sly devil smile’. To be honest, he couldn’t care less. He just wants to see her smile, her true smile.

Like the way she’s smiling right now.

“Do you want to have a look at the lake?” Vergil offers, trying to lift the mood. “There’s nothing left to see here.”

“Sure!”

They sit on the cobblestone pier in the lake while admiring the twilight sky. It’s Vergil’s favorite place, ever since he was a child. This place has changed; there are no more Qliphoth roots left and there are several trees and wildflowers growing on the land. The lake no longer contains human blood. It’s mesmerizing how fast time flies and changes the entire city.

“I used to spend my days here, reading and playing with Dante,” Vergil says. “We loved being here more than staying indoors.”

“I can see the reason. It’s bloody beautiful here.” Lyra mutters her admiration. She taps her fingers on the cobblestone playfully, causing a small rift in the lake.

“Dante once pushed me to the lake because we fought over a chocolate bar,” Vergil recalls one of his precious memories. “I pretended to be drowned. He pulled me out of the water and cried, pleaded to me for not leaving him alone and that he’s sorry. Promised me that he won’t disturb me again. Right when he shook my body to wake me up, I pushed him to the lake but he managed to drag me with him.”

Lyra can’t hold her howls of laughter. She chortles until her stomach hurts and her throat gets sore. Vergil swears he never saw her laughing like this. “I’m sorry— I— HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Lower your voice,” Vergil grunts. He starts to regret his decision for rambling about his childhood antics just to get rid of Lyra’s gloomy face. “You might end up choking yourself to death.”

“ Pfffftttt!”

“Will you shut up?!”

“Sorry!” Lyra bites her thumb to hold her cackle but fails. “I just… bwahahaha! It seems that ‘never hold a grudge to the people who wronged you’ is true!”

Vergil pulls her thumb away from her teeth, caressing her reddened thumb. “A little deeper, you would bleed your thumb.”

The careful touch from Vergil distracts Lyra for a while. It’s the first time he holds her without gloves on, and it surprises her how soft his palm is despite the fact that he is a warrior who wields various weapons. Her thumb slips lightly from his palm. “Even if I bleed, I got your Lucy Pevensie’s cordial to heal me.”

Vergil sighs heavily as he removes some strands of Lyra’s hair from her forehead. “I gave it to you for an emergency case only. The cordial was made mostly from demon’s blood, mixed with rare herbs and some complicated spells to make it suitable for human’s bodies. Even the bottle was made from demon’s materials to prevent physical damage. Trish produced only a few bottles of cordial, so use it wisely.”

“I will,” Lyra picks out the cordial bottle from her bag and shows it to Vergil. “See? I haven’t used it since Capulet.”

“Put it back into your bag before it slipped from your hand and fell into the lake.”

“Alright alright! Why do you sound a lot like my mother?” Lyra puts the bottle back into her bag.

“You are clumsy and easily distracted. I have to keep my eyes on you every time. It’s rather distressing.”

“I can take care of myself!” Lyra lays a punch on Vergil’s chest. “Remember, I weakened Phantom last week, so you devil twins could kill that spider easily!”

The cambion smirks disdainfully to her weak strike. He puts something off from the back of his coat and hands it to Lyra. It’s an old book with a black leatherbound with the title engraved in a beautiful golden emboss. “Your payment for escorting me today.”

Lyra observes the front cover with beaming eyes. “The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe...”

“It’s one of the mementos I brought from the Manor. I reckon you would love Poe, given to your fondness of horror and mystery.”

“Then I have to refuse! It’s yours!”

“I believe I made myself clear when I said the book is for you.”

Lyra was about to refuse again, but quickly zip her mouth when Vergil glared at her with his terrifying and undeniable gaze. He won’t take any ‘no’ from her. She flips the pages, and something almost falls from the book before Lyra catches it quickly; an antique necklace with an obsidian pendant. She takes a closer look at the pendant and recognizes the familiar white, shiny dots pattern on it— the Lyra constellation.  

“… did you pick this one too from the manor?” Lyra asks carefully.

“… it was from the antique shop.”

“I didn’t see you strolling around the jewelry section.”

“It was displayed on the counter. Nothing special. Just normal jewelry. The pattern just reminded me of you—”

Vergil can’t finish his sentence because Lyra wraps her arms between his waist, locking him in a tight embrace. He can feel the strange, but comfortable warmth fills his body as he returns to hug her without hesitation. Her body is so small and shorter compared to his height that he needs to bow slightly in order to balance the embrace. He loves her scent— a strange mixture of peach, black tea and old roses— and quietly inhales the intoxicating fragrance from her hair. He feels like he could do this all day.

“Thank you,” Lyra’s murmur vibrates his chest. “I’ll cherish this forever.”

“It's just a book and a necklace.”

“These are the best presents since the lyre from my mum!” she chuckles. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually hug people around.”

“Neither do I.”

“So let us hug a bit longer, shall we?”

“It looks like I have no choices but to comply.”

For a moment, they banish their distrusts about each other, breaking the adamant barrier and wishing the time to stop ticking.  

---

Yesterday, Lyra dreamt of a boy who wanders around a big house.

She thought it was just a meaningless dream, at least until she realized that she was the boy himself. She looked at her—  his — reflection in the mirror; the little boy was handsome with swept back silver hair and a black pajama. His serious and grumpy expression reminded of someone she couldn’t remember yet. She— the boy —wandered off around a big and dark house. It wasn’t her own intention; like her movement was controlled by someone else. She opened a chamber and let herself in. There was a woman who lay unconscious on the bed. Lyra could see traces of tears on the woman’s sullen face. Her body forced her to lift the quilt to cover the woman’s body and tip-toed herself out from the room.

When she was about to go back to her room, she heard a wheezing cry and followed the voice to the main hall. It didn’t take her too long to find out the source of the voice as her hand reached to open a white drawer, where another little boy with the same silver hair cried inside it.

“Vergil…” that little boy stared at her with a turbulent sob coming out from his mouth. “Father… you… you d-d-don’t believe that he died… r-right?”

I am…Vergil?

Does that mean that this crying boy… Dante?

The next thing Lyra remembered was she woke up with tears stream down her face like a waterfall, soaking her pillow. She was sure the sadness she felt in the entire dream wasn’t hers, but Vergil and Dante’s. She was going to tell Vergil about her strange dream when she saw the exact same white drawer in her dream at Sparda Manor, but she thought she was biased. Vergil had told her about how devastated his family was when they heard that Sparda was deceased, and her dream must be just her brain playing a trick to her.

But then she thought, Vergil never told me that he found Dante hiding and crying in that draw…

Tonight, Lyra falls into another strange dream. Even weirder and scarier. A titanic, god-like demon tortured her in the most unimaginably painful way. Her entire body was chained and spiked. The demon was merciless. His face was full of disgust and hatred as he spat her insults and penetrated her head with dreadful illusions she couldn’t even envision. He kept calling her “disgraceful offspring of the traitor Sparda”. It was only then she realized that she wasn’t herself, but Vergil.

Lyra fights herself to wake up, and is barely successful. The dream is too visceral that she almost still can feel the pain all over the body as she opens her eyes. Her back is wet from her own sweat.

Why do I keep dreaming of him? Moreover, I never experienced this kind of pain…

Does it have something to do with our accidental mind link on that day? Strange things have happened since then...

Her wave of thoughts are interrupted by the sudden thirst in her throat. She snaps her fingers and the light from the lamp brightens the bedroom. The door cracks slowly to open its way for Lyra. The librarian walks with leaden steps as she rubs her sleepy eyes. She almost stumbled upon a chair when she entered the kitchen.

“A cuppa sounds delightful to cure nightmares,” Lyra mumbles at herself, swinging her hand to summon a cup from the drawer. The cup flies and lands right in front of her, but she makes no further movement but staring blankly at the cup. Her body is still shivering by the imaginary pain from her nightmare.

“From all the people in the world, why does it have to be Vergil? This mind link is vexing me...”

The harsh cry of a raven causes Lyra to glance over the kitchen’s window. She curves a light smile while opening the window and lets a little raven enter her house. The raven lands on her shoulder for a while before flying around the house and lands on the kitchen counter.

“Where have you been, Corvus? Haven’t seen you for days!” Lyra greets the raven.

The little bird tilts its head and squawks. Lyra giggles as she pats the raven’s head. “Hey look. My friend gave his poem book to me and one of the titles is The Raven. I like it, by the way. And I’ve been thinking about him lately, even dreaming about him. To be honest, it’s disturbing. Do you think I should invite him here and tell him the truth?”

The raven gives her a nod.

“You are right. A cuppa is best served with a friend, don’t you think?”

Corvus flaps its wings eagerly. The black bird flies around Lyra’s head before making its way outside the house.

“Leaving already? You haven’t eaten yet!” Lyra shouts at the raven. “Alright then, send my regard to your girlfriend!”

Corvus squawks something like a curse, causing Lyra to barks in laughter. She heads back to the counter as she turns on the radio to entertain her confusing state of mind, picking the channel telepathically until she finds her favourite channel. She listens to the song while summoning her phone from the bedroom, tapping the screen until Vergil’s contact name pops on the screen.

Down in the willow garden

Where me and my love did meet

As we sat a-courtin'

My love fell off to sleep

I had a bottle of burgundy wine

My love, she did not know

So I poisoned that dear little girl

On the banks below

I drew a saber through her

It was a bloody knife

I threw her in the river

Which was a dreadful sign

“By Jove, that song is sinister,” Lyra chuckles darkly. Her solemn face is turning pale. “As for the poisoned little girl… well…”

She clicks Vergil’s name, waiting for the devil to answer with fingers tangled between the black pendant on her neck, hoping half-heartedly that he wouldn’t pick her call.

~~~

A/N : the song mentioned at the end of the chapter is “Down In The Willow Garden” by The Everly Brothers.

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REVERSAL AU - Big Bad Barons

[A transcript of how Risky's first meeting with each baron would go]

[RISKY is outside a cave shaped like a skull, barred from entry by jagged bones with a sickly violet aura.]

???: FOOLISH MORTAL! LEAVE THIS PLACE, OR MEET YOUR DEM-Ooooooo, is that my order?

RISKY: ...erm...yes. I have a TASTY MEAL for one...Lich Baron?

???: Oh, that's me! That's me! Well, don't be a stranger! Come on in!

[The jagged bones lower into the ground, and the cave becomes accessible]

???: And, uh, sorry in advance about the traps - I can't turn those off. Good luck!

~~~~

[One level later, and RISKY walks into a dark chamber illuminated with an eerie glow. Graves litter the background, and LICH BARON is reclining on a lawn chair made of bones and cobwebs while looking into a crystal ball.]

RISKY: LICH BA-

LICH BARON: Heeeeeey, my food's here! Thanks!

[With a wave of her hand, LICH BARON grabs the TASTY MEAL from RISKY's inventory with purple magic, brings it over, and begins to dig in. She does so over the course of the following conversation]

LICH BARON: No, really- you'ff ghod noh IHDEA- how hard it is to get someone to deliver, you know? With the labyrinth and all that.

RISKY: I-

LICH BARON: I mean, I COULD have met you at the entrance, but then I'd miss this episode of Fallout!

RISKY: ...what?

LICH BARON: Oh, right, we of the more magically inclined have a little network here to watch shows and such on demand. You wouldn't know about it.

LICH BARON: OOOOO, right in the acid! That's gotta-thaht's goohta stehng-

RISKY: Loo-

LICH BARON: Right, payment, payment. I'll get to that in a second. Look, you just- goohta ahppresheat tha lehttl thingss- you know? Especially in my line of work.

LICH BARON: MAN, I remember- wehn I couhld juhst ROHL ihnto tohwn- and people would run away screaming. Free artifacts, right there!

LICH BARON: But nowadays? No one- ish goohna tahk yoh seriohsly- unless you can just DESTROY A BUILDING IN ONE SWING or HAVE AN ARMY OF BIRDS. Blegh!

LICH BARON: Look, love the other barons and all, but they make a tough act to keep up with, you know? I mean, I can raise an undead army, sure, but that's...

RISKY: ...

LICH BARON: ...You seem tense. Are you tense? You should have a slice of this, it's really good.

RISKY: LICH BARON. I AM HERE. BECAUSE I HEARD. YOU HAVE A MAGIC SEAL.

LICH BARON: ...

LICH BARON: ...wait...so you're NOT delivery?

RISKY: NO!

LICH BARON: Wh-HEY! That is MESSED UP! Impersonating a delivery person like that! Those guys have a lot on their plate already, you know!

RISKY: ...you literally steal magical artifacts and scam people for a living.

LICH BARON: Well, yeah, but I don't IMPERSONATE DELIVERY PEOPLE. Yeesh...anyway!

[LICH BARON waves her hands, and her personal items slide off screen. The ground begins to shake, and LICH BARON begins to hover in the air.]

RISKY: Wh-What is this!?

LICH BARON: Oh, that would be the undead crawling up from the dirt. Sure hope that magic seal's worth getting your brains eaten!

LICH BARON: NOW, FACE YOUR DOOM, MORTAL!

~~~~

[RISKY walks into what appears to be a quaint little campsite. A single tent, some logs, and an extinguished firepit at the center. Also at the campsite, is a tall, intimidating figure, who turns and reveals himself to be WRECKER BARON.]

WRECKER BARON: ...hmph. I've heard of you. You're this town's protector, right? Or you were, in any case.

WRECKER BARON: I assume that bumbling mayor's sent you out to fulfill his half of the deal?

RISKY: Hrgh...yes, I have the deed.

WRECKER BARON: Good. Now hand it over.

RISKY: Why?

WRECKER BARON: ...because he-

RISKY: Why my town? Why my HOME? We don't have any artifacts. We're not rich. It's just a humble little trading town...so WHY?

WRECKER BARON: ...

RISKY: ANSWER ME!

WRECKER BARON: That's for me to know and me alone.

RISKY: Grrrr...!

RISKY: I heard a bit about you before this, you know. The one-man army, right? The man who can take down buildings in a single swing?

RISKY: Well, looking at you now, I think it's all TALK.

WRECKER BARON: ...

RISKY: I beat a baron before, you know. Just today. The Lich. I don't see why you'd be any different!

WRECKER BARON: ...You don't know what you're dealing with, kid.

RISKY: Oh, really?

[RISKY gets into a battle-ready pose]

RISKY: Well, TO HECK WITH IT! Mayor Scuttlebutt may have fired me, but this is still my town! If you want this deed, FIGHT ME FOR-

[WRECKER BARON lets his prosthetic loose, and then WHIPS it through the air, with it just barely missing RISKY and landing behind her with a deafening thud. A spray of sand flies into RISKY's face.]

WRECKER BARON: I'm not going to ask again. The deed. NOW.

RISKY: I...I...!

RISKY: ...Fine. Here you go.

[RISKY walks over, and, with no small amount of reluctance, hands the deed over to WRECKER BARON, who stuffs it into hammerspace]

WRECKER BARON: Well, glad you came to your senses, heh heh! Really thought I was going to have to take off your head there...

RISKY: ...

WRECKER BARON: Look, sorry for the scare. Nothing personal, just making sure I got my end of the bargain. You get it, right?

RISKY: ...

WRECKER BARON: ...uh, here. To show there's not hard feelings.

[WRECKER BARON hands RISKY a PASSPORT]

RISKY: ...what's this?

WRECKER BARON: Official town PASSPORT. Everyone's going to get one. And, I'll let you in on a little secret: it'll let you get in my BATTLE TOWER.

RISKY: BATTLE TOWER?

WRECKER BARON: It's where I store all my artifacts. Get to the top in one piece, and you get to take one home!

RISKY: Really? That seems rather...impractical.

WRECKER BARON: The way I see it, it's free security testing. If someone gets through, it means I've got to up my security.

RISKY: And if they don't?

WRECKER BARON: Well, that means there'll be a slight dip in my tax revenue.

WRECKER BARON: Just flash your PASSPORT at the totem, and you'll get in.

~~~~

[RISKY walks into a stone chamber filled with birds. Suddenly, the door slams shut behind her, and the birds scatter. RAPTOR BARON emerges from the shadows.]

RAPTOR BARON: HALF-GENIE. You are not welcome here - leave peacefully, and I may yet let you live.

RISKY: You closed the door behind me!

[RAPTOR BARON does a quick call, and two birds fly to the door to open it again.]

RISKY: ...oh.

RISKY: Well, I have no intention of leaving, anyway! I'm here for the magic seal!

RAPTOR BARON: Magic seal...? Where did you learn about that?

RISKY: ...you don't know?

RAPTOR BARON: I made my base up here for a reason. Here, I'm isolated. Alone. No one will find me...no one is SUPPOSED to find me.

RISKY: Well, that's gone out the window, hasn't it? Just do us both a favor and hand the seal over - I already have the other two.

RAPTOR BARON: YOU WHAT!?

[RAPTOR BARON makes another call, and a bird brings her a pair of odd-looking binoculars. She takes them and examines Risky with them for a moment, before handing the binoculars back.]

RAPTOR BARON: ...you're telling the truth. Hmph. Your mentor should've told you not to mess with forces you don't understand.

RISKY: How do you know Mimic!?

RAPTOR BARON: ...

RISKY: ...fine. Have it your way. I'm getting used to the silent treatment, anyway.

RISKY: Look, you seem more reasonable than the others. If I don't gather all these first, then Captain Shantae is sure to get to them, and then-

RAPTOR BARON: Shantae? I-Of course she's involved in all of this...

RISKY: Wh-You know SHANTAE too? IS EVERYONE JUST GOING TO KEEP SECRETS TODAY!?

RAPTOR BARON: Anything between me and that captain is far in the past, half-genie. And I'd prefer it STAY that way.

RAPTOR BARON: That being said...I know her tricks. She has the lamp, I'm guessing?

RISKY: Of course you know about the lamp, why WOULDN'T you know about the lamp-

RAPTOR BARON: Just as I feared. Look. For your own good...I can't let you fall into her trap. Even if it means you never make it back home.

RAPTOR BARON: WRENCH. Search and destroy.

[A massive bird flies into the field and lands in front of RISKY.]

WRENCH: CAW!

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Dean Winchester Imagine/Preference - Making up after he left you stranded Part 3

Hope you enjoy! Angst/Fluff.

Part 1  Dean Winchester Imagine/Preference- He leaves you stranded (Gender Neutral Reader)

Part 2  Dean Winchester Imagine/Preference - After he left you stranded (Gender Neutral Reader) Part 2

"Talk." Hearing those words, Dean straightened his posture. He had a sliver of hope until his head went fuzzy. His mind was blank on what to say. He’d only been worrying about you since he woke. 

“Wow. I didn’t expect you to let me...I’m sorry? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have driven off like that. Something could have happened. I should have cared.”

“Woulda coulda shoulda.” You snapped at him. 

“I know I was wrong okay? You’ve punished me with silence, and-and...” He lost place of what to say.

“You lasted what ten minutes of silence? Was it really that hard? The rest of the time you just didn’t know where I was. I’d hardly consider you were punished enough.” 

“I was punished! I was thinking something happened to you! Thinking you were dead!” 

“Yeah. Well, let's be honest. The only concern there is that you would blame yourself because you left me!”

“How can you-”

“What else am I supposed to think?!” You feel the heavy feeling spreading through your whole body. As it reaches your head and trickles towards your eyes, you predict the welling of tears. Not wanting him to see you. You muster the last bit of strength in your front to say, “Out.”

“Y/N-”

“Out!” You wheeze. A few tears trickle. You wipe them away quickly. “Please…” Dean looks down defeated and leaves their room not before snatching their key. After closing the door he huffs out in anger and punches and kicks at the wind. He walks back into his room to see Sam just on his computer as usual. 

“How’d it go?” Sam asked.

Dean makes an ugly face and mimics Sam, “How’d it go?” He slumps down in a chair across from him, and he kicks at the other chair next to him.

Sam blinks exaggeratingly blank, “Okay then.”

“Sam, what do I do?” Dean crosses his arms, lays his arms on the table, and leans his head inside of them and groans.

“Give them time?”

“No. It’ll only allow them to get angrier with me. I meant what I did was really shitty. I have to do it today.”

“You do that. I think you should at least give it a day, at least. They don’t need you to make them feel worse. They’re sick, Dean. They’ll be more sensitive.” Sam reaches for one of his books to look through, but Dean slams his book down on the table. Sam was ready to get upset when he saw Dean’s sad expression followed by the words, “Help me.”

“Dean, I can’t. They need it to come from you.”

“Sammy, I am asking you for advice. You are in touch with your feelings not to mention they’re one of your best friends.”

“You know just because your dating doesn't mean you're not friends.” 

“It’s just different, and I really can’t do this on my own.”

“Just speak from the heart. Practice what you're gonna say?”

“You think if I wrote it down and read it. It could work.”

“Maybe.” Dean searches for pen and paper, and he starts trying to write anything he can think of down. After a minute of trying, he asks Sam, “Will you go check on them? They may not want to see me, but someone should be there.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered. I was gonna bring them some soup and tea. I’m picking up the soup soon.”

“Thank you.” 

“Not doing it for you.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” 

Sam texted you to open the door as he didn’t want to drop any of the hot items in his possession. You opened the door with a smile.

“Whatcha got there?” You asked.

“Food. Tea. I ended up getting soda too. I forgot what works best.”

“Got any candy?” He snickers at you and responds, “No. You're probably not supposed to have it.” You groaned at him before walking up to the food and tasted it a little cautiously, for it was hot. You let out a satisfying ,”Ah” sound.

“Good?” 

“Yeah. It-” Your stomach growls loudly.

“Have you not eaten all day?”

“No. I haven’t felt like it.”

“Is it just because your sick or is it also...you know De-”

“Yes. Now, best friend code. Let's not talk about it. okay?”

“Alright.” You take out the book you and Sam have been reading together, and you look over to see him taking out his copy too. 

“What exactly have you been doing all day?”

“Pretty much just sleep and watch tv.” You set down all the food and drinks as best you can on the nightstand, and Sam sits down next to you with a salad in his hand. You both eat while you two read. After about an hour, you say through a stuffy nose, “I’ve had enough reading for now.” You started to shiver and shudder slightly with your eyes drooping. 

“Cold?”

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna head to sleep. Hopefully, being unconscious will shield me from the cold and sickness.” You give him a hug and thank him.  “Of course...Y/N, I don’t have to go. If you're that cold, come on.” He opened up his arms and motioned for you to get closer.”

“Thank you.” You scoot over and get comfortable in his arms. Suddenly, he asks, “Can I stop you from going for more investigating tomorrow?”

“Nope unless my body stops me.”

“But, if I do it,  you’d get upset. Hypocrite.” You laugh a little bit, but it beelines into a sob. You cover your face with your hands and barley mutter, “Don’t look at me,” through hiccups. He reaches forward and brings you into his chest. You hold onto him and just let it all out. You both stay that way until you start to calm down and drift to sleep. When Sam was sure you were out, he let his eyes close and his consciousness go out. 

In the morning, Sam stirs awake, and he looks to see you still sleeping soundly in his arms. He carefully moves himself from you and heads out towards his room. He walks in to see Dean ready to go. Dean gives him a once over and simply states, “You slept in bed with them.”

“Yeah. They were all cold. Needed someone. You know how close we are. You know it’s not like that…”

“I know…Just makes me wonder how they didn’t just up and choose to be with you.”

“Dean, we’re friends that-”

“We should get going soon.” As they get to impala, you show up ready. You still look a little sick, but you look and feel better. Dean protests you coming, but you weren't going to listen to him. You pulled questions and researched like any other case. By nightfall, you guys had successfully killed a house full of ghosts. Having finished, Dean kept trying to pick up the courage to talk to you, but your cold front intimidated him. Dean insisted he’d head out for a bit, and he dropped off Sam and you before driving off. Sam and you went to your separate rooms. You were watching tv and just still not in the mood to do much of anything. Not eat, not sleep, not drink. You were feeling chills creep on your again, and cover yourself with your thick blanket. Your phone beeps, and it ignites to you that Sam has texted you, Open the door. You walk over to the door expectant since you had a great time last night; however, you open the door to see Dean with bags full of goods. You take a reluctant look at his smile as it weakens your knees composure from it’s brightness. Then, your memory flashes to the pain he caused, and you find it in yourself to slam the door on him. You're walking back toward your bed when you hear the door unlock. You turn towards the door to see Dean walking in with your key in hand. He just let's himself in and closes the door. 

“That’s where my other key went.” You state bitterly.

“Yeah.” He says awkwardly.

“Are you serious?!” You say.

“Look, hear me out. I’ve come prepared for it all. I know I fudged it before, but please give me another chance. I want you to know that I know I was wrong. I should be sorry….I am. I bought stuff for you, I’m sure you’ll want it.” You look at the bag with intrigue. ”You can have them whether you forgive me or not. You can have them whether you hear me out or not. I just hope you give me another chance. Come on, you know I always do better come the second time around.” He nudged your hip with his. You look at him uninspired; however, you took the bags from his hands carefully and put them on the counter. You took out one of the bags of candy and went back over to the bed to wrap the covers around your freezing yet hot body. You looked over to him as he was unsure of what to do with himself. You’d admit he was doing better than last time. His unsure expression was also kinda cute, which didn’t hurt. 

“You may proceed.” He walked over to the bed and just stood there, but he wore a smile on his face. In a light tone, he says, "First off. Thank you, baby. I hate the silent treatment. Not being able to talk to you is-”

“Next.” Dean felt his patience wearing thin from the worry that hadn’t been able to be expressed before. He throws his hands up in defense for both of them. 

"Alright. Alright. I-I-I think I know what to say. I had it all in here.” He reaches into his pocket frantically, but his face shoots into alarm. He pulls out empty pockets. “Lost my notes, but it’s still in here.” He points to his head. He lets out a breath to try and is about to speak, but no words leave his lips. He smiles sheepishly. He lets out a breathy laugh. “Emphasis on had. But! But…still here goes... Being drunk was not a good choice. Even with all the thought I put into our night, it didn't work out. You were right to be upset for how I acted...just know no matter who I've been with, you're the only one that matters.” You scoff at him. He grimaces by bearing his teeth into this weird smile, but he goes on to say, “I know it contradicts with what I did last night. I was angry and sad...no excuse to leave you. I know that. I was worried sick. If we didn't find you by the end of day, I would have blown chunks just all-'' Knowing he’s starting to ramble, he smiles shyly until he saw an unimpressed expression on your face. ”Right. Throw up is not important. Got it. No need to go into detail. Okay. You were right to want it to be special. You were even-even-even right about the part about being insecure..." The last part caught you attention. Your resolve softening. He noticed it and sat down cautiously with some distance between you two. "I-you know my track recorded dating and sexual records too. I said some stuff last night to throw it in your face."

"I think I noticed." He sees the miniscule quirk of a possible smile and takes it as a green light. He was getting somewhere, and he had to move while they didn't notice. He felt you were too smart to just accept things simply, so he moved up and took your hand.

"Despite how bad the words were-me using them at the time like that, they are technically true. So, you being one of the most important people to me and loving you and other love crap, it hurt that you rejected me like that. You're pretty good with words. I'm not really. Skin to skin affection was like my plane field. The fact that you didn't want me, made me wonder what I'd done wrong. What could I do-I didn't want to lose you...hell if I couldn't do well in what I can do in this relationship, I’d have nothing to give you. You'll realize you should be asking yourself why am I with this sucker? and...and you'll go..." He uses his other hand to rub his face. “I’m sorry...I’m really sorry for all of it…” You use your right arm to reach forward and wrap your arm as best you can around his waist. 

"Dean..." With teary eyes, his jaw clenched in trying to keep it together. Softly, almost brokenly, he utters, "I’m sorry, baby." You let out a sigh at the tension of it all. Then, you sit up straighter and brush your thumbs up and down on his face as you say, “I-We-You should tell me that kind of stuff more, so it doesn’t blow up into things like this.” He just nods shamefully at you. “Dean...don’t think so low of yourself. If you're low to yourself, I am too-Then our relationship will actually be on the rocks. You shouldn't-" His head snaps up and he confusingly asks, "Wait, we're not breaking up?"

"No sil-"  Dean takes a big scoot forward, grabs, you and hugs you tightly. He pulls back a bit to give you kisses all over his face. With a loud, "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!” he smiles, and you can only respond with a laugh in between the words, “Stop it.”

“I can't. I'm just happy I haven't lost you.” He goes in for another kissing attack, but you cover his mouth with your hand. A warmth returning in your stomach, and a less weighted down heart. You smile at him widely. He speaks , which gets muffled by your hand, but you swear you hear him say, “Are we getting kinky?” He winked at you. You laughed and slapped his mouth playfully, and it earned you a “Oh!” exclaimed from him. You could feel the smile under your hand. 

“No more kisses, you'll get sick.” He removes your hand from his mouth, which you allow. He shrugs and says, “I don't care.”

“I do...Now,“ You reach forward within his right hug and caress both sides of his face. "Back to what I was saying. Do not question my love for you. Your greatness outweigh the bad. You're so sweet. We both have insecurities but it's a matter of being honest about it and dealing with it together. Cleary, I still love you. That being said, I accept your apology. But-” You put a finger to his chest. ”you ever pull shit like that again-"

"Yeah. Yeah. I don't need the warning. Now, let's get to work on getting you better.”

“You’re already making me feel better.” You pinched all of your fingers together and put it to his mouth.

“Ya weirdo.”

“I can’t kiss you, but want to. This should hold us both off.”

“I don’t think so. I won’t get sick.”

“Dean-”

“If I do, my s/o will take care of me.”

“Ugh! I don’t look forward to that. You're a stubborn baby when you're sick.”

“Hey!...” He contemplates before saying, “Fair enough.” 

“That’s what I thought.”

“Can't I just get one?” 

“You already got a few freebies a second ago.”

“What can I say I can’t get enough of you.” He leaned in close and wiggled his eyebrows at you playfully. You laughed out. However, you started to feel weak to resistance. It wasn’t the attempt of sex appeal from him, but it was when he started laughing. His beautiful smirk and smile drew you in, and you launched your body into his, which made him fall back onto the bed. Your lips met his and kissed back passionately. He layed out the candy and junk food he knew you liked. He sat next to you eating happily, which made you brighten up too. You scrolled through the channels and landed on the cars movie. Dean lifts his eyebrow at you. “You’re watching this because?”

“It’s actually a decent movie. I think you’d like it.”

“Just because of cars? I’d hope I’m more than that.” You chuckle and nod. “You want to watch it?”

“Yes please. I’m curious to see how you’ll react.” He nods, and you both lay on the foot of the bed on your stomachs as you watch. He lies close to you and lays his arm on your back tugging you close to him. He smiles, laughs, and tears up as you watch the movie. He looks like a kid. You enjoy watching him more than the movie. In peace, you fall to slumber. Having finished the movie, he looks over to you sleeping soundly. He turns off the tv, and he leans in close wrapping one leg around yours, and he frames your face with his hands. He gently glides his rough hand across your soft features for a minute or so. Then, he gives you one kiss on forehead before he moves his head close to meet foreheads. He keeps watching you. He finds himself softly saying, “I love you” before nuzzling closer and finding sleep with you.

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SKZ Reaction: Size Kink (Small S/O) (NSFW & Fluff)

Request: Yes! (I accidentally deleted it, I'm so dumb at times geez and sorry! But thank you soo much for the request! I really hope this is what you were looking for and that you like it!)

Chan

Smut:

He loved you for you, all of you which includes your body. He never fails to show it either. Whenever you guys are alone he really loves pulling you up to sit between his legs, your head laying against his chest panting while he works one hand into your shorts to rub your clit while the other slides up your shirt and teases your nipples. He loves the way you fit so perfectly on his chest, loves kissing up and down your neck as he whispers praises into your ear. His favorite thing? When you ride him afterwards. He is obssessed with holding your perfectly small hips, caressing your inner thighs and seeing your little breasts bounce.

"Fuck babygirl, you are so beautiful. You look so good on daddy's cock, making him feel so good you know that hmm?"

Fluff:

·He loves doing things for you such as: putting the dishes away after you wash them so you don't have to struggle to put them away, dusting the top shelves, reaching for the blanket that's just out of your reach. It makes him feel so tall and helpful.

·If you allow him, he feels so content just sitting on the sofa massaging your little legs and holding your tiny hands that just dissapear inside of his while you guys watch a movie together. He loves seeing how small your hands are compared to his.

·Gosh if you're a big eater, he would lose his mind! "What? Where does the food even go? How are you so small, baby!" He would laugh so cutely and tease you about it while falling even more in love with you for it. He wouldn't want you to hold back either. If he notices you start eating less he'll immediately question it and ask if you're alright.

·Also, please wear his shirt to bed. He'll never ask or say anything, but when he's able to see his shirt that drops down to your knees he feels so warm and fuzzy inside

Minho

Smut:

Thighs. The best way to describe Minho in this instance is thighs. He enjoys placing you on his thigh and sitting back to watch you work yourself towards your orgasm on it, loves refusing to touch you so you have to wrap your little arms around him. The size difference between his one thigh and your whole body is enough to get him off alone. During sex, he loves thrusting into you as he holds your thighs, finds it so convenient how he can easily part your legs to give him better access. Looping his arms under your knees ans sitting you both up so he can hold you off the mattress while he pumps up into you as your lips interlock and move in perfect sync.

"You're so pliable and small, like a little kitten. Is that you are, hmm? Daddy's little kitten."

Fluff:

·Sometimes when you're cooking he'll come up and stand behind you so he can see how his shadow covers yours and just so he can feel your little back against his chest. It makes him feel protective of you.

·He loves reaching over you in order to grab things. At the market, he would stand behind you placing one hand on your waist as he reaches up to grab something off the top shelf before placing it in your hands and walking away proudly.

·Sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, he enjoys just holding you like a little baby. Sitting you on his lap, hugging your body and laying his chin on your shoulder especially while you guys play games.

·Cuddling is a must. If he isn't allowed to big spoon you nightly, the next morning will be miserable. You can really see a change in his mood. If he's able to hold you in your sleep the night before, the day after he'll be more productive and energetic. If you aren't in his arms the night before his next day will be full of extra sugar in his coffee, grumpy savage Minho who looks sort of like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "I didn't sleep well last night, leave me alone." Would be his reply to everything whenever anyone tries talking to him about anything.

Changbin

Smut:

He has so many favorite positions with you. Holding you against a wall so effortlessly as he fucks you sort of roughly just to hear your moans and feel your body shake against his. Maybe holding you up for some good old fashion mirror sex. Your back against his chest as he holds your knees open spreading your legs out in the air. Him controlling your movements as he works his own hips into yours, nibbling on your ear and neck as he makes you watch how his big dick slides in and out of you so perfectly. Spooning sex. Him as the big spoon, his whole body cupping yours and he holds your breasts and rubs your waist while kissing your shoulders and neck, moving his hips slowly and gently into you. 100% has you wear his shirt afterwards and spoons you to sleep.

"Watch, see how my big cock fits so perfectly inside that tight little pussy of yours like we were meant to be together? You're my perfect fit jagi."

Fluff:

·He for sure teases you in a cute and loving way. He'll hold your car keys/the remote/ECT. Up in the air making you jump for it whenever you don't give him enough attention.

·If he gets jealous in public or with friends around, he'll come up behind you and pull your body against his using one arm and asserting dominance to his friends. If he's had enough of everyone's teasing he'll pick you up bridal style and carry you away. "Me and (y/n) are leaving now!" He'll yell in a baby voice as he runs off with you.

·Low key loves when you're the big spoon sometimes. If he's sick amd wants cuddles, or on other special occasions, he'll crave you holding him from behind. Wants to hold your hands as your arms wrap around his waist, loves when you struggle to fit around him making him laugh a bit. If you kiss his shoulder in this possible he'll feel all warm and blushy.

·Caretaker: he'll brush and dry your hair after a shower, loves laying on the ground with his legs crossed as he paints your toe nails. Rubbing your back as you sleep on his chest and caring for you while you're sick are both nesessaties. You're just so small and precious he can't help but want to cuddle and adore you.

Hyunjin

Smut:

Recieving a blow Job from you? Anytime, anywhere, yes please! Seeing your small frame on the floor resting on your knees turns him on so much! Seeing your tiny little hand wrap around his thick shaft drives him crazy. When you kitten lick his cockhead and stretch your lips around his length he goes blank in his head losing all his senses over you. He may get so lost in it he'll pull at your hair and push you down further causing you to choke on him which would only turn him on more. My oh my would he return the favor however. He loves eating you out, putting his lick lips to use against your core. Being able to easily toss your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out/pounds you into the mattress makes everything so much better and more enjoyable. Let him kiss on your breasts and hold your hands and you'll be in paradise with him.

"Fuck you turn me on so much. I can never get enough of you, you're just so perfect."

Fluff:

·He enjoys showering with you. Just laughing behind you as he watches you struggle to get the shampoo off the rack. After you glare at him he'll happily take the bottle and wash your hair for you managing quite easily givin your height.

·Shopping is never a problem with him. He'll get you whatever you can't reach, happily carry your bags, even squat down so he help you try on shoes. Loves how even when he's bent down on the floor as you sit on the bench, he still manages to be taller/bigger than you are.

·When you're sitting on the sofa pouting after an argument or even while you just try to watch tv Hyunjin will randomly appear in front of you, leaning over down to your height level asking "you okay?" "My pouty baby looks so adorable like this!" "Where's (y/n) I can't find her!" As he moves side to side 'searching' for you. "She's so small the couch must've eaten her up!" He'll insist.

·During an argument, he's unable to stay serious. When you cross your arms and stomp your foot he'll burst out laughing. He'll mimic and copy you, making the same facial expression just in an exaggerated way. He'll shrug his crossed arms over his chest with a loud 'hmph' as he stomps his foot the same way you did. It'll make him laugh more uncontrollably. "You are so cute, I can't take this seriously." He'll mimic you again even as you storm off annoyed while he still laughs.

Han/Jisung

Smut:

He loves seeing you all dressed up for him. Whether you're in lingerie that shows off your little curves, small figure or just in a special outfit you're wearing for only him, it doesn't matter. He loves it! He will tease you through it as well. Like, he'll lay you down on the bed and rub your thighs, using his thumb to rub figure eights on your hip slowly taking said thumb and slipping it under the hem of your underwear/bottoms. He may chuckle a bit and comment about how big his hands look on you and asking if they feel good. He would get off on you touching yourself in front of him as well! Seeing your small fingers work themselves in and out of yourself as you moan and whine would be enough to get his engine reving all night long! He could watch you on repeat for hours. But he'll eventually give him and take over, making sure to kiss all over your body in the process giving all of you attention.

"Aw look at you baby. You look so good like that, do you feel good? Like it when you touch yourself for me, or would you prefer my long fingers instead? Able to hit all those sweet spots you can't reach right baby?"

Fluff:

·He love, love, LOVES helping you get dressed! Picking out your clothes with you in the morning, being able to choose the perfect pair of jeans that'll show off your assets in the most pleasing way. Laughing as he (not so) patiently waits for you to put on a runway show for him wearing all the outfits he picked out for you.

·Holding you. While you're eating, watching tv, playing games, at home, in public, it does not matter. If you're sitting you're sitting in his lap cause that's where you fit best (according to him.) Also he could carry you for hours! Loves holding you on his back as you walk around the fair or park. Loves when you point at things that excite you catching his attention. He just wants you close to him at all times.

·He will squat down to your level, beside you whenever your sad. He'll hold your hands and let you bury yourself in his big chest. He would even carry you and rock you like a baby in these moments.

·Teasing! He will block all the doorways using his body so that he can see you struggle to get past him before using your smolness to your advantage slipping past. Loves making jokes about your size then getting scared and hiding from you. If you playfully hit him he wouldn't even mind cause it's just so cute. He also randomly picks you up over his shoulder just to smack your ass since he can but that's only when he's feeling brave.

Felix

Smut:

Felix would use his deep voice to his advantage again you in bed no doubt. Things would start with you on your back, him eating you out like you're his last meal as his hands explore your body before he decides to sit up and have his way with you. He'd be very vocal, commanding you to turn around for him. Seeing your small frame doggy style and spread open for him was a kink for him in ways one could never imagine. At first he would try to be slow, gently rocking his hips into yours as he helps you bend your back, tracing his fingers and lips down your spine before he can't help it anymore. He would pound harder, deeper, faster, squeezing your hips and pulling your body back against his, your size making this almost too easy for him. The next morning your thighs and lower body in general would be so sore you can't walk. Oh but don't worry, he'll care for you. He'll massage out your cramps, apologize for being to rough in the most romantic and gentle way possible. Lives for kissing on your thighs and cuddling you into his chest the morning after.

"I said turn around angel, ass up, good job. That's a good girl."

Fluff:

·Just holding your hand is enough to make him feel mature and like a superhero. While you guys are out hiking/walking/at the park ECT. He'll automatically hold your hand. He also does this when you guys are crossing the street. You're his precious Angel and he would never let you get hurt.

·His favorite thing is being able to look down at you when he talks or even just listens to you talking. It brings a genuine smile to his face every time.

·When you sit in his lap during video games/movies the first thing he recognizes is that he can still see over you without you even having to bend over and slouch for him. He'll hold you like a teddy bear all cuddly like the whole time you're sat on him.

·Cooking with him would be a blast, he'd sprinkle flour in your hair then laugh ''sorry, maybe if you were higher up (taller) it wouldn't hit your head. Not my fault you're short babe!" But if you did the same to him he would act/get all heart broken and insecure about it. Being next to you makes him feel like he's 6th tall and he low-key really likes that.

Seungmin

Smut:

Why wear his shirt after sex when you can wear it during? The way you look extra small in one of his long sleeved shirts, your sweater paws tapping his chest as he speeds up his pace hitting your sweet spot head on. He likes missionary position best, or spooning face to face so he can watch your reactions. Also because he loves the way his body towers over yours. He would suck hickeys onto your neck/collar bones, the way they look as you deep breath makes it impossible for him to resist. If you wrap your legs around him, his; waist, legs, hips, back, neck/shoulder, doesn't matter, he will lose all self control. If you don't wrap yourself around him, he'll take your knee, and wrap your leg around him himself.

"You're so tiny, look at that. It's ok princess, I'll take care of you." As he grunts and gets closer to his orgasm.

Fluff:

·One of his favorite places to take you is the library. You will never know how much he enjoys being able to grab out of reach books for you. He also thinks you're stunning when you sit down and curl up with a good book. You just look very innocent and adorable.

·Ice cream dates are a must. He gets to give you his jacket when you get too cold, allowing him to see your little frame in his denim jacket that fits him perfectly yet eats you up. He also really likes how your arms look when you're holding your food up. They just look fragile and delicate in a very cute way.

·Sweater paws! When you wear oversized sweaters/hoodies and start hitting him with the sleeves, he gets such a pure and heavenly wholesome feeling inside. Like he can hear Angels singing just seeing you in a bigger shirt.

·You are his Goddess and he lives for seeing you in white. Wearing a white dress walking through a garden, you're slim legs catching his ever wandering eyes. He wouldn't trade you in for anything.

Jeongin/I.N.

Smut:

Low-key can really see him being into car sex. Having you laid out in the backseat, your legs spread for him. The way you don't even struggle to fit in the small space of the car is so entertaining to him. Like if you were to reach up to hold the back of the seat, your arm fully extends just to reach it. He finds that so cute. But he prefers you holding his back more. Likes it when you scratch up his back and bit his shoulder as he holds your lower back off the seat and up against his body instead. His legs and his body slipping and rocking the whole car, just so he can rock into you a pleasurable pace. Meanwhile your legs wrapped around his hips, your ankles wrapped around each other behind his back as you cling to him like a koala. He gets off at the fact he barely has to fuck up into you and your whole body rocks. If you were to run your foot across the back of his thigh he wouldn't even mind cause all he can think of is how small it is compared to him. He's able to manhandle you and you let him. Nothing could be better!

Fluff:

·He calls you his 'little lady' in a teasing yet sweet way. If you're pouty or sick he'll "I'll take care of you little lady, trust me. You'll be feeling better in no time!" He also calls you that in front of other people shamelessly.

·Ruffling your hair, holding you back playfully with one arm whenever you run to him for cuddles, even picking you up and spinning you around like an airplane when he's bored all all things he loves.

·When you guys play hide and seek he always gets amazed at the places you're able to hide yourself. Like under the sofa, in the pantry, behind/under the laundry bin. He is jaw dropped and impressed.

·He likes taking you to the beach/swimming. Loves racing you in the sand and calling you 'turtle' when you're behind him cause you can't run as fast. Has fun picking you up and tossing you in the water when you complain about not wanting to get in but also wanting to swim at the same time. He just has alot of fun teasing you and loving you at the same time.

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