#so i'm stalling probably yeah. but just. i need it to matter. i need to only do it once.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

You Will Stop the Wedding! - Leona Kingscholar

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Leona Kingscholar  x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 870 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And he just found out that someone was you.

Leona couldn't care less about someone being kidnapped by a delusional princess, until he finds out that the student who was kidnapped was YOU.

He is shown to be more interested in the subject after that, which makes the other Housewardens question and some even messing with him. Probably Vil and Azul. He tells them to shut up.

He ends up not being part of the first groups, being in the last. Why? Because this is important, it is your life that is at risk after all. So he first needs to analyse those ghosts to know the best way to act. If it is necessary to risk losing pieces, then let them be pawns.

The whole time he acts like he's not doing this for you. As if he just wanted to prove that he could solve this in an instant. When it's the last group's turn, the other three who are with them end up staying behind to stall the guards. And he is the only one who can reach the ceremony hall.

And he follows the plan. He says to stop the wedding and the reason why the princess should marry him and not you is: “Unlike everyone who tried to woo you and unlike the person standing with you at the altar right now, I am actually royalty. Weren't you looking for a prince? Well, you have one right here. Now you just need to exchange that herbivore you have with you for me.”

The princess said he had good arguments, but she also showed that she didn't really like Leona's presumption.

“I apologize. I'm just trying to show you that I would be the more suited partner for you. The person you chose to be your partner doesn't even want to be there with you. Doesn't even like you.”

She gasps! And she starts to defend herself saying that it's a lie, that there is love for her in you, you just needed a little more time.

“Sorry to be the one to break the bad news to you, Your Highness, but that's not how it works. It is not after marriage that love arises. It is not with money and wealth that love arises. At least not true love. You should find someone who sees beyond that. May they see you for who you are and not for what you have. Someone who doesn't care about titles. And only then, maybe marry them. Knowing that with or without your kingdom, they will stay by your side.”

The princess admits that what he says makes sense and is wonderful. But wouldn't something like that take a long time? Someone who can prove that they would stay with you no matter what. How would she know when she found them? And then, the guard who is in love with her decides to declare himself. And that whole ending of the princess realizing that she loved him too happens, they get married and happily ever after.

After everything, he took the time to brag to the others about having solved the problem and saved them all and the school. Some of the others still comment that that speech was very interesting. Maybe true? But with all his pride, he continues to say that just goes to show what a good actor he can be. He just doesn't get Vil's roles because he's not interested. “You would wish.” Vil replies.

When everyone was leaving and only the first-years were left to clean everything, Leona calls you for a minute. “So the ring ended up not being needed in the end. Tsk.” he comments “Here, you can have it.” He throws the ring towards you like throwing a coin in the air. “You never know if there are more single ghosts out there looking for a herbivore partner. Ha ha ha.”

He likes to mess with you, so you mess with him back. You say you wonder if the ghosts are the only ones who would like to have you as their partner.

“Are you implying that I'm also interested in you?” He smirks. In response, you ask why he would go to so much trouble to save someone he doesn't care about. “Did I ever say I didn't care about you?” He says, still smirking, but then adds: “Before I really know you don't count.”

Slightly fed up with all these mixed signals, you tell him that if he wants to tell you something now would be the time. Especially because if he just continues with those comments, you will simply accept the excuses he gives and understand that he really doesn't like you that way.

“Are you going to tell me that you don't like it when I'm hard to put up with?” he keeps saying with his smug face.

You turn to drop the conversation and walk away. After about three steps, he grabs your hand, stopping you and then pulling you towards him. His other hand on your waist.

“Fine, fine. What if I told you that whole speech was about you?” Maybe if he repeats it, looking into your eyes, you'll believe it. “Unfortunately for you, Savanaclaw is a dorm of actions, not words.” And he kisses your lips.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

#Twisted Wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst wonderland #twst fluff #Twisted Wonderland Fluff #Ghost Marriage #The Phantom Bride: Love at First Fright #Leona Kingscholar #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Leona x Reader

[luveline]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

spencer comforts you with facts and affection alike when you worry you aren't as pretty as the girls on his team. requested here. fem!reader, 1.6k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Photographs can't accurately capture how beautiful Emily Prentiss is. JJ and Penelope are both gorgeous too, but it's Emily who startles you. Her hair a cool black colour and curled around her demure face, the line of her nose and her deep, dark eyes. Her lips, picture perfect and painted a soft pink.

The prettier you find her, the more your heart sinks. 

Spencer squeezes your shoulder. It's bold for him to do so in front of his friends (his family, really), he can barely show you affection in the grocery store without turning rosy. You preen at the touch, but the feeling of insecurity remains like an irksome gnat zipping around your head. 

"We didn't think we'd ever get to meet you!" Derek is saying, a casual arm thrown around Penelope's shoulders, a drink in hand. 

Rossi couldn't attend and JJ felt too pregnant, bringing your party to a solid six. It still feels like a lot of people to meet at once. 

You hold the flute of your glass in a nervous hand, fingers stickied by condensation. You have a feeling that you're in trouble, all these profilers assessing your behaviour, nowhere to hide. "No, I'm," —you raise your voice to hide the funny tremor that's taken hold— "so happy to meet you all, I promise I've been trying!" 

"Whenever she gets time off, we're on a case," Spencer says. 

Emily smiles widely at your statement. It's such an open, friendly look, it floors you. You look down at your drink and blink. 

You don't know it, but the team exchanges glances at your behaviour. 

"So, do you enjoy your work?" Emily asks. "Or hate it, like us?"

Hotch laughs and moves his pint glass onto a coaster. "I think it's safe to say that none of us hate our jobs." 

"I wouldn't blame you if you did. I can't imagine how hard it is, how hard you all work," you say. Spencer's hand drifts down your back. "But you have each other."

Emily does this thing with her eyes and if you weren't in a happy relationship, you'd probably be a puddle at her feet. "Too much of each other," she says jokingly.

She's gorgeous, and Spencer sees her every single day? You're nothing compared to her. Not smart, not strong, and nowhere near as pretty. You could never measure up. 

"Would you, um, excuse me?" you ask, moving your purse from your lap and onto the table. 

"You okay?" Spencer asks, looking up as you stand. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just gonna use the bathroom," you say quietly. You aren't, but if you were, you wouldn't really want to broadcast that anyhow. 

You try not to wobble on the way to the bathroom. The weight of five pairs of eyes follows you as you leave, four of which are trained in the art of spotting lies. Everything isn't okay, and they know that, and by extension —all the effort you made tonight? Getting your hair done, your nicest clothes, your makeup and your perfume? It might as well be a huge blinking neon sign that says you're trying really hard, and it doesn't make a lick of difference. 

You sidle into a stall, pulling the lid of the toilet down with a tissue and sitting on it heavily. Elbows on your knees, you hunch your back and hide your face in your hands, breathing in the smell of bleach through quick breaths. Water drips somewhere near the sinks, the cacophony of the restaurant hushed. 

You've never felt naturally pretty. With Spencer, it hasn't ever mattered. He's never given any indication that he cares. But… 

"Loser," you mutter to yourself. 

"Hey, Y/N?" Spencer asks, his voice bouncing off of the tile. 

You freeze. "Two seconds!" 

"You're not really using the bathroom," he says incredulously. 

"Says who?"

Spencer laughs, his tone wry, "I know you really well, you realise? Like, better than I know anyone else on the planet."

"Then you know I'm having an authentic pee and need my privacy." 

"Come on out." 

The ringing of the lock slotting free is like an announcement of your embarrassment. Spencer's standing a half a foot from the doorway, keeping his distance from the no man's land that is the ladies room. You're going to use it to your advantage, only he holds out his hand expectantly. When you take it, he pulls you out of the bathroom and firmly into the restaurant hallway. 

You can't escape his concern, nor his hands as they cup your face unexpectedly. 

They feel as nice as they look, deft fingers pressed to your skin like you're one of his puzzles to decipher. 

"What upset you?" he asks. 

"Nothing your friends did, I promise." 

"But something." He smooths a hand down to your shoulders. He's not quite frenetic but certainly close to it, searching for a problem he won't find on the surface. "You're insecure about something," he deduces. 

You cringe bodily. "I'm not." 

"What is it? Is it your necklace? It really is nice, the colour goes with your skin. It's understated." 

"It's not my necklace, Spence." 

"Then what is it?" 

"I just…" You pull his hands from your neck and collar to hold them, looking up into his melty brown eyes wishing he weren't so hard to say no to. "Feel like you could do better." 

He frowns. It's a pout, and endearing, but not what you want to see. 

"I love being with you, I just think, you know, you're so handsome, and you have all these pretty friends," you say.  

"You think you're not pretty?" he asks. He sounds gutted, if a little confused. 

"Not like her." Your voice quivers. 

The first time you got upset in front of Spencer, he wasn't sure what to do. He ended up putting an arm around your shoulder, your brand new boyfriend out of his depth. You've both had some practice at comforting one another now, and any hesitance Spencer held is gone. He wraps his arms around you like he's afraid you'll fall over, the crease of his stressed brow smushing against the side of your face. 

"Don't think that. Why would you think that?" he asks quietly. 

"I know I'm not pretty like some girls," you say, surprised by the ferocity of his reaction. 

"You don't know that, because it's not true. You're beautiful." He squeezes your side between his fingers, something contemplative about the way his thumb curls upward. "Do you know how many books I've read?" 

"Thousands." 

He hums. A hand grasps at the back of your neck. "Thousands of books. I know so much, especially about the human body. I know that falling in love can make some people feel the same effects as cocaine. Staring into their eyes can synchronise your heartbeats." He encourages your head back. "Butterflies are adrenaline and when I look at you I can't get them to stop, even if I know it's chemical." Spencer's eyes are lit with something you don't often see directed at you, a furious conviction. "What we think we know isn't always fact, so if you think you're not pretty…" He nods his head gently to the left. "There's only really one thing left to do." 

Your heart feels like it's being juiced. "What's that?" you ask. 

He grabs your hand and puts it on his chest. Fingertips to his breastbone, he holds it flat. Sure enough, even through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, you can feel the rapid capering of his pulse. 

"It's like that pretty much any time I look at you." 

"Spence…" 

"I know it's bad," he says.

"Are you messing with me?"

"Yeah, I did a lap before I came to find you– No!" He laughs, giving you an admonishing look. "Why would I mess with you? How could I?" 

"I don't know." 

He dips in to kiss your frown. "You're so pretty," he whispers. "So, so pretty. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, no matter what you think." 

You don't believe that you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen, but you believe that he believes it. He has no reason to lie to you, nothing to gain. He could've said, Hey, you're pretty, and left it at that. He could've been angry with you for leaving the table for something some people would say was superficial. But Spencer's your sweetheart. 

"Do you want to go home, angel?" he asks, looking at you worriedly. 

"No." You don't even have to think about it —you've done enough thinking. "I don't want to go home. Sorry, Spencer. I feel better." And you'll stay out all night if he's going to call you angel again. 

"Well, let me know if you need me to tell you again." 

The chances of you surviving such an ardent speech a second time are low. "I won't be doing that." 

Spencer shrugs. "You'll let me know, even if you don't think so. You have a tell when you're upset." 

You spend the rest of the night making up for your disruption (which Spencer's friends immediately dismiss without questioning), shepherding the crisper curly fries on to Spencer's plate because he likes them that way, and begging him to tell you what your tell is with subtle pleading glances and a hand on his knee. Nothing inappropriate, but affectionate nonetheless. 

He doesn't tell you no matter how much you ask, and maybe it's the drinks or the way the scone light kisses his cheeks in a warm buttery light, you can't find it in you to be mad. 

"Keep your secrets," you say, chin tilted upward. You're failing to glare at him, too much love in your eyes for it to be believable. 

"You're beautiful," he says back, mirroring your expression playfully, before leaning down for a chaste kiss. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!! if you did, please consider reblogging, it makes a big difference to me<3 have a good day!

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[griefabyss69]

All Is Fine

Steddie - Rated: E - 4.3K

[ AO3 ]

Eddie's sure that letting Steve know this part of himself will be a mistake, but he does it anyway. Who could blame him? Excerpt

"I'll be honest," Steve says, blushing unlike anything Eddie's ever seen on him. "I'm curious about you."

Eddie feels his eyebrows furrow, his body halting right in the middle of the step he was trying to take, his hackles raising as his mind speeds through all of the possibilities of that that could mean.

"You're... curious," he says, frowning. "About me."

Steve's eyes see all the way down to his bones as he carefully sits on the couch, awkwardly pulling the strings in his limbs to settle down in a way he hopes looks natural at all.

"Yeah," he whispers, clearing his throat. "You never talk about like, dating. Or sex. And you don't have to, but you're so loud about everything else."

Right.

Steve's curious about Eddie's sex life because he's used to hanging around the type of people who won't shut up about that kind of thing.

"Well, what have you heard?" He asks, interested in what kind of information Steve's been chewing on this whole time. "Any rumors? Saucy little secrets through the grapevine? Slurs on the bathroom stall?"

Steve winces at that last one, and Eddie knows they'd both probably thinking of the same incident. There was a whole... kerfuffle over that one, though whoever wrote it never got caught.

"I've heard a lot of things," Steve says, sighing. "But I'm asking you because I want to know like, the truth. Or lie to me, I don't care. I just want to hear it from you."

He's got such a sweet little smile on now, actually seems like he's open to taking whatever Eddie says as fact no matter how far-fetched it sounds, and he really really really wants to impress him, to make him think he's super good at all of this, or even give him a half truth that hides all of the incriminating details about who he really is.

But what he needs is to drop the heavy armor. He blows a loaded sigh, tired from bearing the weight of being himself.

#griefabyss69 writing #curious tag #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction

[billlydear]

Hi! How would Billy react to his girlfriend getting her wisdom teeth out? Thanks! 💕

WISDOM TEETH - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 605 - INBOX (please request !) - GIF CREDIT TO OWNER

"Y'okay over there, tough guy?" Billy glances at you while he stalls at a red light, stifling a grin at the chub of your cheeks.

"I'm fine," You insist, shifting your jaw around, "Doesn't even- dozen'evenhurt."

"You are a tough guy," He snickers, "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"

"No," Your voice comes out watery and weak, thick with tears, "No, I lied, it hurts really really bad."

"Knew it," Billy scoffs, "Listen, the dentist gave you drugs for that, okay? As soon as we get home I'll get you some water and you can take them."

"Drugs? No, Billy, I can't take drugs!"

You seem to be forgetting your weekly ritual of smoking weed on Friday evenings with him.

"Stop- stop the car! If a cop pulls us over we'll get caught with drugs," You nearly sob, and BIlly's barely able to understand you from the wads of cotton in your mouth, "Dump them out!"

He wouldn't typically pay any attention to your loopy ramblings, but you start to reach for the wheel, and he swerves to a stop on the side of the road in case you decide to take matters into your own hands.

"Okay, okay! Listen," He turns, grabbing your puffy cheeks in his hand. They're hot to the touch, and there's a few stray tear streaks on them.

"They're not drugs, they're just pills. Good pills, legal pills. The doctor gave them to you, that means you can have them. We won't get pulled over by a cop, and even if we did, we're allowed to have the pills." With every point he makes he jostles your face ever-so-slightly, gentle enough that it won't hurt but a movement that'll make you snap out of your funk. It seems to work, you blink rapidly to free your eyes of the leftover tears in them, but then more start flowing.

"Ohhh, okay, okay," Billy hums, the sound almost a sigh as he slips a hand over the back of your neck, lowering your face into his shoulder, "Cry it out, babe."

"It hurts," You whimper, and he can feel drool seeping into his jacket. He just hopes it isn't bloodstained.

"I know," He murmurs, his voice steady and soothing as he rubs a hand up and down your back, "I know, I'm sorry it hurts. But the sooner we get home, the sooner we can get you that medicine, okay?"

"But I want a hug," You gush, staying put even though he'd implied you should let him drive again, "'Cause I'm soso sad, and you're so pretty, and everything is- is bad."

He snorts at your compliment, knowing you probably hadn't even intended to say it.

"Yeah? Well, you're pretty, too. Even when you're drooling."

"You mean it?" You break away from the hug to peer suspiciously up at him, and he uses his thumb to wipe away a spot of blood on your lower lip.

"I mean it," He promises, leaning in to kiss your now-clean lips. There's a bit of drool, but that's inevitable. You try reciprocating, but your mouth is stiff, which only makes you cry harder.

"You tried to kiss me! Even- even with my gross mouth," You blubber, "You still wanted t'kiss me, and I can't even kiss you back!"

"We're gonna drive now, sweetheart," Billy reaches over to grab your hand, hoping it'll soothe your sobs for the five minutes it'll take you to get home. He veers back onto the main road, eyeing you cautiously as you wail with your head tipped back against the seat back, "We need to drug you up."

"No drugs!"

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove drabble #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove headcanons #billy hargrove hcs #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove blurb #billy hargrove angst

[vodika-vibes]

if you don't mind, could I have topaz with crosshair in the summer please? ❤️

Enjoy The Show

Summary: Crosshair doesn't get to spend much time together with his kitten, what with the Empire hounding his every step, and having to go on missions for the Rebellion. But every now and then he makes it his mission to spend time with you.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 548

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, this is based in the AU that I'm half building where the situation in TBB is switched. So, Crosshair's chip never activated but the others did. Crosshair was forced to join the Rebellion in a desperate attempt to protect Omega.

The summer air is thick with humidity and the crowds of people moving around Crosshair hum with an excitement that feels inappropriate with the state of the galaxy.

His Kitten tells him that people need things to celebrate, or else they would fall into despair, and he knows that she’s probably right. She usually is about these things.

And while Crosshair would, usually, never dare to step foot on Naboo —it’s common knowledge that Vader watches this planet like a hawk— today is different.

Today is Queen’s Day.

And no one cares about one silver haired clone…or, more importantly, the woman he’s here to meet up with. 

Crosshair drops some credits at a food stall, ordering two pita sandwiches, and then follows the crowd of people for a time, before he veers off towards the lake. 

And…there. Sitting on the dock, her feet dipped in the water, her head tilted backwards to focus her gaze on the darkening sky. “Am I late?” Crosshair asks as he steps on the dock.

Her head tilts backwards, and she beams at him, “Not at all. I got here early.” Crosshair walks over to her and sits on the dock next to her, close enough that he’s pressed against her side.

“Not too early, I hope?”

“Hm.” Her smile is warm and fond, and Crosshair feels a surge of affection, “I spent the majority of the day with my family, Cross. No need to fret.” She takes the sandwich that he offered her, and then leans her head against his shoulder, “I’m glad you could make it.”

“As if I would miss a date with you.”

She laughs softly, and rubs her cheek against his shoulder. Crosshair flashes her a small smile and hooks his arm around her waist, pulling her into a tight side hug.

There are a lot of things that need to be said. Offers that need to be made. It’s only a matter of time before people start to realize that she’s the Rebellion’s inside person on Naboo, and Crosshair wants her safe before anyone figures it out.

But those are all conversations for later.

“Are we going to be able to see the fireworks from here?” Crosshair asks.

She nods, “Yeah, I think it’s the best location. No one comes here to watch them, they’d rather climb up to the roofs of the buildings.” She makes a face, “So it’s quiet. Private.”

“You just wanted to get me alone.” Crosshair teases.

She tilts her head to look at him, her smile soft and warm, “Well. You’re not wrong.”

Crosshair keeps his gaze locked with her as the first of the fireworks shoots up to the sky. Red and blue blossom across the dark sky, taking the form of intricate blossoms.

But he can’t tear his gaze off of her. 

Off the way she looks under the moonlight.

Off the way the fireworks reflect in her gaze.

Crosshair’s hand comes up to cup to her face, and he leans in to press his lips, gently, against hers.

He feels her sigh into the kiss, and he feels her relax against him as she allows him to control the intensity of the kiss, and Crosshair is pretty sure that he’s never loved anyone as much as he loves her.

#star wars #tbb #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

[tenebraevesper]

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 4)

Welcome back of Part 4 of my Shadow (and Sonic) character analysis! This time, we are covering all episodes up to Episode 16: Ghost of a Chance. While Shadow doesn't appear too often, he is certainly not sidelined, as you'll see soon.

Let's dive in!

''That's the first time one of them has made any sense.'' ''Nine's on our side, Shadow, and if you're not gonna help, you can-'' ''Oh, I can help.'' *knocks Sonic into No Place*

So, speaking of which, Shadow does have a scene in Episode 10: Battle in the Boscage, where he's just being a deadpan snarker, having witnessed Sonic's failure to get the Shard and knocking him right into No Place. I told you that he helps Sonic by keeping him focused on the mission. X3

In Episode 12: No Way Out, while Sonic is busy helping out Dread and his crew in No Place (or rather, being chased by them after he got the Shard), Shadow tries to stall the rest of the Chaos Council by damaging their ship with the crystals that float around in The Void.

''This totally seemed like it was going to be easy. Get the Shard and run fast, which I'm awesome at-'' ''Who are you talking to?! I can see you have the Shard! Run faster and get out of there!'' ''Turns out, it's hard to get up to full speed on water, even with these kicks. Not to mention, having pirates blasting at you.'' ''Then go where they can't blast you.'' ''I need solid ground. I know just where to get it. By the time that ship gets here, I'll be a blip on the horizon.'' ''What was that about a blip?''

So, while Sonic is pursued by Dread and his pirate crew because he's carrying the Shard and Dread spun a lie about Sonic betraying them, he managed to kick up enough Prism Energy to talk to Shadow, who immediately reminds him to get out of No Place. I absolutely love how Sonic is so done with Shadow nagging him like this, especially considering how Shadow probably doesn't know what happened in No Place besides the fact that Sonic got the Shard. Shadow continues to be a deadpan snarker throughout their conversation and it is pure hilarity. You can bet that he was itching to go to No Place himself and help Sonic out.

But considering how he can't, he decides to deal with the Chaos Council robots that are repairing the ship, freaking out Dr. Don't in the process. Unfortunately for him, Mr. Dr. Eggman activates the ship and flies it towards No Place, leaving a frustrated Shadow.

You've done as much as you could, buddy. Honestly, I don't think that even hitching a ride on the ship would've brought you into No Place. Fortunately, in Episode 15: Cracking Down, Sonic managed to eventually get all of the Shards and with Nine in the tow, after making a stop at No Place and Boscage Maze, finally enters The Void.

''It's about time.'' ''Nine, meet Shadow. Shadow, meet Nine.'' ''You're not another version of Sonic, but you could be twins.'' ''Hardly. I am The Ultimate Lifeform.'' ''Don't listen to him. Com'n!''

I do love this small talk, with Nine pointing out how Shadow and Sonic look similar (don't worry Nine, you're not the first to make this mistake), and Shadow retorting how he's the Ultimate Lifeform. You know, he could've just said how he and Sonic are nothing alike or explained Nine the deal, but he decides to go for a boast that is also a factual statement.

*growls* ''Sycophantic wish fulfillment.''

After arriving at Ghost Hill, Sonic goes back to the Ghost Variants of his friends, looking at them longingly, with Shadow calling it a sycophantic wish fulfillment, with Sonic actually looking back at him and smiling. Yeah, he understands that this wasn't much of an insult on Shadow's part, but just more of him pointing out the reality of the situation. Sonic is definitely more optimistic here, knowing that soon, everything will be over, while Shadow, in his own way, shows that he shares his feelings on the matter.

So far, Shadow has gotten along with Sonic quite well after their fight, but when Nine comments on him and Tails being nothing alike, we get this look.

Once again, he is not trusting Nine, no matter what Sonic says, which becomes the new core of their arguments. However, before they could continue, they're hit with another reality quake, with Shadow leading Sonic and Nine towards the Paradox Prism cave. Even if he doesn't want to trust Nine, he has to rely on him to fix the Paradox Prism. He even agrees to Nine's condition on being left alone to fix the Paradox Prism by taking Sonic outside.

''How do you know that you can trust him?'' ''Trust is an issue for you Shadow. That's why you don't have any friends.'' ''I don't think your friend wants the same we do.''

So, first of all, GODDAMN SONIC, YOU WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR WITH THAT FRIEND COMMENT! Like, Shadow really needs some aloe vera for that burn. Seriously, that hits right in the heart, sheesh!

Honestly, knowing what I know about SEGA handling Shadow's character, as in him, Rouge and Omega not being friends, this really hurts. Nevertheless, Sonic isn't wrong.

I had talked in the previous Part of my analysis how Sonic and Shadow complement each other, but I mainly pointed out how Shadow helps Sonic to focus. But, what about Sonic? Well, one consistent issue Shadow has is his distrust of other people, which given his backstory, is valid. However, with Sonic, who fights for others, be it friends or strangers, he does have at least one person he can trust - even if that person is responsible for all the trouble they're currently dealing with. Sonic might come off as a bit insensitive and he is certainly reckless, but his heart is in the right place and Shadow knows that. That's why he sticks by his side and trusts him.

In Sonic Prime, Sonic is Shadow's only friend.

Unfortunately, Sonic's premature celebration of them finally fixing reality is interrupted by the Chaos Council appearing in Ghost Hill, leading into Episode 16: Ghost of a Chance. Now, here, we are shown what real teamwork between Sonic and Shadow looks like.

*sighs* ''Don't you just hate this part? The build up! Shadow and Sonic versus unbeatable odds with the fate of the world at stake. Like, let's just get on with it already!'' *Shadow rolls eyes at him* ''Hey, I'm not going to be the one who pulls a hammy.'' ''What about him? We can't just leave him alone with the Prism Shards.'' ''Uh, yes we can, seeing as he's the only one who can put them together and, you know, fix reality. You really don't trust him, do you?'' ''No.'' ''Of course you don't. You don't trust anyone. You wanna stay here and babysit? Fine, knock yourself out. I'm gonna buy us some time.

I just love this pre-battle banter between the two. Sonic is being so dramatic, but also optimistic, with Shadow just rolling his eyes at his dramatics (seriously, he knows Sonic too well) and questioning whether Nine can be trusted. Sonic brings up a good point about Nine being the only one who can put the Shards back together, something Shadow doesn't argue against, and leaves him to stall the Chaos Council.

Now we see Shadow, narrowing his eyes as he looks down at Sonic, then he glances at the Chaos Council's ship, contemplating the situation.

And 3... 2... 1... Yep, he leaps off the cliff to join Sonic in the battle. X3

I'm not gonna lie, I actually chuckled at this scene because this was too be expected. There is no way that Shadow would stay behind while Sonic fights for several reasons.

Firs of all, Shadow knows that Sonic will probably have trouble with the Chaos Council and will need someone to cover him and help protecting the Prism Shards. Second, Shadow has spent so much time trapped in The Void that he probably just to take his frustrations out on someone and the best target is the Chaos Council, especially since they are also responsible for this mess. Lastly, Shadow, just like Sonic, will never say no to a challenge, and I'm fairly certain that he decided to join the fight because of it.

''Well, look who couldn't resist a team up.'' ''Hardly. Have you seen what happens when you go at it alone?'' ''You mean landslide victory? Someone sounds jealous!''

More banter, but this time with Sonic being really happy about having Shadow joining in and Shadow... Okay, when I saw this scene, I thought that Shadow went tsundere for a moment. Yeah, he makes a good point, but he barely makes eye-contact with Sonic, as if he doesn't want to admit that there is probably more to his decision to join Sonic in the battle.

What follows next is these fighting off the Chaos Council's robots, with some epic shots peppered in (I'm certain that the animators had a field day with this one).

Seriously, you could use any screenshot like this one as a wallpaper. They look so awesome!

Of course, the Chaos Council is shocked to see Shadow joining the fight, and I think that, going by the hand motions Dr. Babble makes, either he wants to grab them and crush them, or he wants to grab them like Barbie dolls and make them kiss. It's probably the former, but if he's a shipper, I don't judge.

In any case, as Mr. Dr. Eggman diverts Prism Energy into the robots, Sonic gets knocked back by one and almost gets hit by missiles, but fortunately, Shadow saves him, leading into the moment that broke the shipping community.

''Probably gonna regret that.'' ''I heart you too, Shadow.''

*takes a deep breath*

You know what, any moment between them that felt like a shipping moment could be excused as Sonic just being friendly with Shadow and Shadow choosing to tolerate Sonic's affection, but this?! THIS?!

''I HEART YOU TOO, SHADOW.''

My jaw dropped when I saw this scene, because this is something I never imagined it would happen. I swear, there was definitely a Sonadow shipper on the writing team, because how the hell do you explain this scene?! Not only that, but the Sonadow community went through every language (myself included) to check what line Sonic tells Shadow in the other dubs, and it's all a variation of ''I love you too, Shadow.'' Not to mention the Thai dub, where Sonic makes kissy noises at Shadow. Kissy noises!

Bless you, Thai dub, for your contribution to the Sonadow community. If non-shippers wondered why everyone freaked out and nicknamed this show Sonadow Prime, here's your reason.

Of course, Shadow just rolls his eyes, carrying Sonic like sack of potatoes. Yeah, he's too used to this.

So, the battle continues, with Sonic and Shadow splitting up and Shadow dodging Dr. Don't's laser blasts, only for Mr. Dr. Eggman to fire at him a bigger energy blast. They think they got him, but he's revealed to be just fine.

Dude, he's smiling again! This is so cute! (≧◡≦)

Sonic is obviously worried about Shadow, thinking the Chaos Council got him. When he checks on the crater, he refuses to believe that Shadow would go down so easily, and he is right about that. He even acknowledges that, when Shadow returns to back him up, that the robots aren't tough at all when they work together. This is then followed up by a fight against Dr. Babble and Dr. Deep, who get a boost via the Prism Shard energy.

''Go! Protect the Prism!

When the cave gets breached, placing Nine and the Shards in danger, Shadow tells Sonic without any hesitation to protect the Prism, with Sonic nodding in agreement, his expression serious. It is a moment of quiet understanding, both knowing what's at stake here. Unfortunately, Shadow gets taken out by Dr. Deep a moment later, with Sonic and Nine eventually getting cornered and deciding to use the Prism energy to power Sonic up.

Sonic quickly takes out the enemy, being so fast that he leaves afterimages of himself, and goes to check on Shadow, who is still fighting Dr. Babble and Dr. Deep.

''Hey Shadow! Sorry to keep you waiting!''

I dunno what's with Shadow's expression here, but it always cracks me up whenever Sonic calls for him. Sonic then proceeds to beat up the two, leaving Shadow baffled in regards to what just had happened.

''How...'' ''Got a power up to save your butt! You're welcome!''

Shadow goes from slack-jawed to just... the image above. I dunno how to describe it, but I think it's something in the lines of ''Of course you got a power up. I shouldn't even be surprised.''

''It's aiming away from us! That doesn't make any sense! Maybe they know when they're beat? These guys? Please, if you believe that, then you're even dumber than you look.'' *nods* ''Finally a Sonic I can agree with.''

I absolutely love this little exchange, with Sonic bantering with his afterimages and Shadow looking so done with Sonic's antics until Sonic says something that makes sense, chiming in with his own comment. I adore Shadow's expression so much here, because you can see just what is going through his head. Also, Sonic shot himself in the foot with that last comment.

The two then observe Mr. Dr. Eggman creation what can only be described as Kaiju Prime!Eggman made out of Prism Energy.

''It's official, I've seen it all!''

I agree here with Sonic. Nobody expected a Kaiju Dr. Eggman who can shoot lasers from his mouth to appear. Shadow is equally baffled by what just happened. Sonic is the one to fight back Kaiju!Eggman, being devastated when he destroys the Loop-de-Loop, with Shadow already being aware of what is going through the blue hedgehog's head.

''Sonic, don't! You can't save anything unless you protect the Shards!''

Unfortunately, Sonic doesn't listen this time, fighting Kaiju!Eggman and doing nothing to him.

''Get to the Shards!''

It is only when Shadow reminds him again to go after the Shards, getting blasted away by Kaiju!Eggman and Sonic realizing that Nine is in danger, that the blue hedgehog rushes towards the cave. There, he and Nine decide to use even more of the Prism energy to power Sonic up, giving us this new form.

This is Prismatic Sonic, and as many have noticed, this shot right here might as well be the same as Dark Sonic from Sonic X. It's kinda chilling to see.

Fortunately, Prismatic Sonic beats Kaiju!Eggman, briefly glancing at Shadow as he arrives at the scene.

Yeah, he's certainly happy that everything went well, following it up by going back to Nine and celebrating their victory. Unfortunately, it is short-lived, because what follows is an argument between him and Nine, who considers Sonic selfish for never seeing him as his own person and more of an extension of Tails, causing another energy pulse to knock Sonic out.

Shadow gets knocked out, suddenly realizing that something went very wrong and quickly speeds off towards the cave.

There, he finds out not only that Nine took the Shards and left, but he also finds a devastated Sonic, who is hit with a wave of realization of that he made things just worse, dooming their reality to destruction.

It is very telling of how much Sonic regrets his words and actions when the last shot of him is covering his face with his hands, clearly crying.

So, that was Part 4, the part where we saw how well Shadow and Sonic work together as a team, peppered with some fun banter and Shadow actually getting used more and more to work together with Sonic. The one aspect of his character that gets highlighted here is Shadow's clear distrust of Nine, something Sonic teases him about, but notice how Shadow actually doesn't stay behind to keep an eye on Nine, actually trusting Sonic's word that Nine is on their side.

At least, until the end when Nine leaves, hurt by Sonic's words and believing that Sonic betrayed him.

This sense of distrust and Shadow's bond with Sonic will be more explored in Part 5, when I cover Episode 17: Grim Tidings.

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 3)

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 5)

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[itsclydebitches]

Something really heartbreaking to think about is that Ironwood probably thought RWBY and co allied with Salem. He sees Emerald, who he doesn’t know switch sides, fighting with JNPR as well as Winter, his lieutenant, to stop him. I really wonder what his last thoughts were. His allies turn against him, Winter betrays him, and they side with Salem. It’s no wonder he gave up.

That could have definitely been a thought Ironwood had, but only if he knows who Emerald is and I'm not sure he does? She seems to have kept a low criminal profile - evidenced by her being able to attend Beacon for the festival/Ironwood only being concerned with Roman as an agent - and during the attack she's up on the rooftops, watching the grimm do the work for them. She then heads back to Salem's lair, spends the majority of the ensuing Volumes there/visiting the occasional spot outside of Atlas, and then when she does enter the city it's via Salem's whale. I think her switching sides and leaving might be the only time she and Ironwood could have feasibly crossed paths after Beacon and, as said, she was "good" by then. Unless I'm forgetting something, Ironwood's reaction to seeing Emerald with the group would probably be less, "Omg Salem minion!" and more Volume 5 Cinder @ Jaune: "Who this?"

Which, you know, really highlights the lack of developed connections among our cast. Characters stay within their own circles and though we assume they should understand the role the rest of the cast plays because we have that information, the reality is they've never interacted, or even - as far as we know - gathered intel on them, like the Ace Ops had on Tyrian.

Regardless, yeah. Personally, I think a lot about the Inner Circle members that have joined Salem (Lionheart), or are trying to straddle the line (Raven), so when your allies show up to take you out, what are you likely to assume? Remember, Ironwood left the group after they'd already betrayed him to Robin, after someone (Cinder) managed sneak into his office, after Watts nearly took out Amity through insider access (Jaques), after Salem herself sent a grimm to tell him, 'You've lost. It's only a matter of time.' So Ironwood is already primed to look for Salem agents, based on both past and present experience, and then the group he tried to have arrested comes back.

Why would they do that? He tried to have them arrested, the Ace Ops clearly failed, they've been sneaking around the city since (Ironwood has that call with Penny)... and now they've staged an attack on him. Obviously they're trying to take him off the board, but only the audience has the full, moral picture as to why. What's Ironwood more likely to assume? That this group is stalling his plan to leave with the Relics/some survivors for two days and then personally stage an elaborate plan to take him out, all because they're just that morally repulsed by an imperfect solution that would at least somewhat hinder their mutual enemy... or that they're doing all this because they're working for that enemy?

The convoluted nature of the group's justifications vs. what Ironwood would likely assume is not only tragic, but further highlights just how Bad this all was. It's been said a million times now, but the fact that the writing (via our characters) spends a whole Volume more concerned with taking out a flawed ally than fighting the LITERAL VILLAIN SITTING OUTSIDE just really says it all to me. Do they want to do something about the whale? No, they only go there to get Oscar and the whale's destruction is a bonus no one saw coming. Do they want to fight the massive grimm army teams like FNKI are battling right outside? No, they need to rest in the mansion and watch over Nora. If they can't think of a way to get everyone out before Salem crushes them, are they willing to just let Ironwood, a city full of people, and the relics hopefully get to safety while they do what they were gonna do anyway: minor damage control, sitting around debating, and not engaging with Salem?

Nope.

Our villains did more in that Volume than the heroes did. Emerald left, Hazel 1v1ed Salem, Cinder was her normal, messy self, and Ironwood not only kept them from being overrun with his army but had a whale bomb ready to go. Meanwhile, the heroes were laser focused on fighting their own allies instead of doing anything about the baddies, right down to Qrow deciding that fighting Clover is more important than transporting/fighting/tying up Tyrian.

If I were Ironwood I would ABSOLUTELY think that the group had joined Salem, or were at least trying to play both sides like Raven did in an attempt to save themselves, because the alternative is too absurd for anyone to hit on without that omniscient perspective.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

[starpirateee]

Hi! Could I request some Paul+Ted friendship that's not NOT romance... basically Paul find Ted crying in a bathroom stall and they chat and it's angsty and all that good stuff. Love your writing btw!

BTW Ted has HORENDOUS self-esteem and I will die in that hill.

You can absolutely suggest that! Do you mind if I use this as a continuation to the time loop prompt? I could make that really angsty...

"I wanna go back. I- fuck- I can't take this shit anymore!"

Ted's desperate attempt to keep himself in check had backfired drastically. Paul had known from the moment he confronted him that he looked like he was going to have a breakdown... And that had been proven all but true when he'd returned from his lunch break early and heard sobbing coming from behind Ted's office door.

After a moment of hesitation, and a check to confirm that nobody was following him, he knocked on the office door carefully, not wanting to startle him too badly.

"Christ-" Ted's breath hitched when his train of thought was so violently interrupted, and he tried for a moment to pretend like that hadn't scared him shitless. He took a breath, trying for all it was worth to sound even slightly normal. "Wh-what?" He asked, not noticing the way his voice shook.

Hand rested up against the door, Paul sighed softly. "It's just me, Ted."

"... Paul?"

"Yeah. It's just me. Can I come in?"

If Paul was asking that, he probably knew what kind of state he was in. Hell, he'd probably heard most of it anyway, who knows how long he'd been at it?

The panic had caused a tremor in his hands. In some kind of attempt to stop it, he pushed them both into the front of his hair and let his fingers graze through the strands that were trying to remain part of the gathering.

Don't do it. Don't you fucking do it. You're gonna make yourself sound like a madman, Ted. Don't let him in, don't-

"S-sure. Door's open."

Paul pushed his way through, and immediately saw what this state had done to Ted. He was on the ground, pressed up against his desk and hiding his face in his arms. His hair was uncharacteristically unkempt. Sure, Ted wasn't exactly known for keeping his hair neat, but there was so much of it out of the hair tie he normally used that there may as well not have been a hair tie at all.

He closed the door behind him, even though he knew there wasn't enough people in the office for it to matter.

Upon hearing that, Ted's gaze shot up, eyes wide and glistening, face streaked with tears. He tried to compose himself, but quickly realised that he was too far gone to care. Besides, Paul was probably here because he'd heard what was going on, there was no point in trying to hide it now.

"Ted, uh-" Paul hadn't come in with any kind of plan here. This was just plain concern talking, a need to see if there was anything he could do. Are you okay was the wrong question. He was so far from okay that it was almost astounding.

"What happened?"

As Paul chalked up a list of possibilities in his head, Ted tried to chalk up whether telling him straight out would be the right way to go. It was an insane demand, and there was no way Paul would believe him in any capacity. It's been Thursday for the past two and a half months... Yeah, that sounded stupid. And while there was a part of him that did want to be assured that it'd be fine, that he could move on even if it took time, he wasn't going to find himself admitting-

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Huh? What... What d'you mean, 'what"?"

"You just said-"

"Fuck."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He'd said that out loud. He'd said that out loud. So much for not wanting Paul to think he was crazy... He couldn't even trust himself to say anything without his mind getting away from him!

It didn't matter. Paul knew now, and he couldn't exactly take it back...

So, he nodded. Better for him to walk out now and forget he ever asked. Better for him not to think he was losing his mind. Better if he said nothing.

But he stayed. Brow drawn, completely silent... He was waiting for something. An explanation, probably. Ted heaved a sigh and forced himself to think about his every word.

"It's- uh- yeah. It's been Thursday for- for weeks. The same Thursday. Yesterday." He motioned for Paul to take a seat somewhere; the way he was just standing there was starting to get intimidating.

With a shrug, Paul walked over and sat against the other side of the desk, to put a little space between them. He leaned back against it, and glanced over at Ted. "I don't think I understand..."

Ted sighed. That made two of them. "I don't- I don't know, okay? Every time I woke up, it- it was the fucking same. Same day, with the same people and the same fucking conversations… I had this whole- I had everything worked out, and now suddenly-"

"It's Friday..?" Paul offered, with a genuine air of sympathy about him.

Ted nodded. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Yeah. It- it's Friday. I thought I'd be glad it was all over, y'know? That things would stop being the same, but it feels like shit, Paul." He reached up to pull out his now redundant hair tie, and scrubbed his hand over his face to collect the loose tears still threatening to fall.

Paul didn't really know, nor did he think he'd understand, but Ted was messed up over it, and he thought he owed it to him to at least make an effort. "So, what, you woke up in the same day?"

"Every day. No matter what I did."

"How long for?"

"Stopped keeping track a couple weeks in. Today's just... It's a lot, y'know? Thought I'd be fine..."

Paul shifted ever so slightly closer. Ted was absently twisting his hair tie into various different knots, pulling them out, and then then doing the exact same thing all over again. He'd never seen him this anxious over anything before, it was a strange enough sight on just that. Ted was brash, confident, reckless... The man sitting five feet away from him was shaking, lost, and barely able to string a sentence together without stammering.

There was a part of Paul looking to investigate, to get to the bottom of whatever was playing on his mind. The rest of him knew that spirals like this spiked the nerves, left a guy helpless. Ted probably didn't even know how to explain what was going on in his head, let alone what had apparently happened yesterday.

So, he stopped himself asking too many questions.

"I wanna go back. I know what that sounds like... But I don't fucking care anymore, I wanna go back." A sob racked his chest and he ended up gasping for breath. He found the strength to look at Paul, his eyes wide and frightened. "Saturday's coming. I don't know how I'm gonna cope when I don't even have to come to this shit hole! At least today I could pretend things were normal!"

Paul shuffled so he was facing Ted properly. The latter did the same, feeling a strange sense of being understood here. He didn't even know what it was, but Paul seemed to have understood at least some of that sentiment.

"How are you for the movies tomorrow?"

Paul's question threw him right off guard. He blinked, stared at Paul, then blinked again. "Huh?"

"Would.... Would having some kinda plan make this whole thing any better?"

Yes, goddamnit, I need something normal and set, because I've got two days of this shit and I don't wanna lose my mind before I come back on Monday...

"I dunno.... Uh, maybe?" Then he tried to scoff, tried to gain a semblance of himself. "What, you asking me on a date to the movies, Matthews?"

"Not a date. But... Yeah. It doesn't matter what's on, we could just... Watch for the sake of watching, y'know?"

"... I'll be there."

#starkid #ted spankoffski #paul matthews #void offering #star mail #nova's tags → #this is a great ask #i heard you say paul catches ted crying and i kinda went ‘huh. where have i seen ted crying before?’ #thus the continuation to the time loop prompt! #but god you anons are so nice thank you so much #i'm glad you like what i'm doing out here #also fuck yeah 😌 low self esteem ted so real

[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do You Vow Ch9 Family Secrets P2

(Warnings: Mentioning of Elias's illness and abusive family situation. Mentioning of Ian cheating. Some innuendos.)

The stress you felt now pounded in your skull. Or was that your heart actually beating a mile a minute? You couldn't tell at this point. It felt like you could feel your heart pounding all over your body and heard it up close right in your ears. Before it wasn't so bad because you had at least the comfort of Taylor in your ear in case you needed any help but now the weight of being completely alone hit you harder than if you ran face first into a brick wall. Great. You were now completely alone now- Well not really. Elias would be back any minute now and then he'd be insisting on having that ceremony. From what you could figure, this ceremony would either give Elias the closure he needed to move on or only seal you further into this mess. You didn't know what that meant for you to begin with. 

You groaned holding your head in your hands. But Taylor was coming here. You had no idea how that was going to play out especially when Elias saw him. You didn't know if that was comforting or not either. Your thoughts were all jumbled up and hard to pinpoint down. 

"My dearest, are you still there?"

Ah. Speak of the ghost. There wasn't any point in delaying the enviable now. You were never great actor anyways... Also it might just be better to come clean to Elias about the entire situation anyways. You simply just turned to the door with your head still in your hands with a sigh.

"Yeah. I'm here." You mumbled not sure if he heard you or not but in a moment the blue body of the ghost turned around to peer into the doorway with a smile.

"Ah. There you are, Dear!" He smiled as he floated on in. "Everything is finally prepared. There's only the matter of-" Elias paused blinking as he took in your numb face staring at him before looking worried. "Oh dear. You look even paler than me." Yeah. You probably did. "What on earth happened while I was gone?"

You opened your mouth... before sighing and again rubbing your head. "I'm fine..." Now seemed like a good of a time as ever before Taylor showed up and surprised Elias and Taylor did say to stall for time right. "I just lost contact with someone important to me just now."

"Someone... important?"

Great.. What's a good way to explain this to him? "Have you ever been contacted by a spirit medium?" You looked up at his face. "He's kinda like that. He's been helping me through the mansion and talking to me..Well until my phone lost power." You held up your dead phone unsure if Elias knew what it was.

"You were talking with someone else?" His face furrowed into a look.

"For my own safety. I didn't know what to expect."

"I thought you expected me."

"I didn't know what to expect. Maybe you weren't here or the rumors were faked or maybe it was a different ghost haunting this place.." You shrugged. "I needed his help in case. For my own safety. You understand that right?" 

Elias pouted. Which honestly did look cute on his features. "And did you just meet this friend today or...?" 

"I've known Taylor for almost three years now. That's my friend," you explained to his pouting face, "We've been doing a few hunts for the paranormal and that's why I'm here. I already told you about trying to go see if there was any ghosts here right?" 

He smiled a little bit. "Then how marvelous you've come to meet me. Although would you have accepted any other ghosts that sought your hand?"

"Probably not." That answer seemed to please him more. "I don't think a lot of ghosts outside you would be interested in this though."

"And this..'friend', how exactly has he been serving as a medium?"

"With this." Your hand reached up to gently pull the earpiece from your ear, the size of an earbud and held it out in your palm as Elias blinked at it in confusion. "You might've seen other paranormal investigators have them. This is an earpiece. It goes in your ear and sorta acts like a phone, but when my phone lost power so did this. We use it to talk to each other."

"So im order to contact him again, you'd have to leave?," he asked slowly as if he didn't like that idea.

"Actually he's on his way here." Elias looked up in surprise. "He's not planning on leaving me here alone. For safety reasons.

"Oh. Is that so?" Elias looked up at the ceiling suddenly fiddling with the ring on his finger. Wait..Was he getting jealous of Taylor? "Well he's heard about the wedding right? OUR wedding?" You nodded. "Well, I suppose a wedding without guests isn't much of a wedding. All preparations are nearly made anyway, and I hope he realizes how safe you are with me by now. He may wait outside until we've finished fully."

That made you pause and this. Could Taylor even get into the mansion? Was he locked out? WERE YOU LICKED IN HERE?!...No. No. Elias didn't give you the vibes of holding anyone hostage but could you leave with this pact thing tying you here? Could he even make it before you married a ghost?!

"Shall we put the final touches on this affair?"

You blinked snapping out of your thoughts before lowering your hand. "Oh. S-Sure. What else do you need? Decorations? Maybe you need help cleaning the room for the ceremony?"

He chuckled at you waving a hand. "Nothing like that although the kindful offer is most appreciated. No. I'm talking about gifting you my wedding gift." You paused. "You shall now be presented to the family jewels." 

He turned and you were glad he did because you tried hard not to laugh or snort having to bite your tongue to not laugh as Elias floated to the wall just above the vanity. Confused you rose a brow only to stare in shock as a piece of the wall pulled inward where he pressed and the vanity MOVED. It shook a little bit before it sank lower revealing a hidden compartment tucked deep into its wood. A secret passage in a haunted house. There was a classic you could mark off the bucket list. Elias hummed again and smiled widely reaching inside only to pull out a wooden box.

"Ah. Here we are then." Smiling he turned back to you and headed over before holding out the box and opening it as he spoke. "Behold."

"Elias, I really don't think-" Your voice died in a choke as you looked inside the box. Jaw dropping. Eyes going wide.

HOLY COW!!

An entire set of jewelry was staring at you in the face. All it was missing from was a bracelet. A small pair of orange earrings with a love knot at the base with an opal centerpiece and green sapphire near the bottom. A diamond ring with a golden band and as you squinted at it, you could vaguely make out the word Gallagher written inside the band in fancy cursive. And a very expensive looking...Your eyes nearly bulged out from your skull as soon as your eyes laid on the necklace laid neatly inside a cushioned box. Smooth chain of pearls with a swinging ruby amulet.

That's the one Violet Dupont was wearing in the first vision you saw! How was it still here?! Did Elias take it back before he died? Did he take it back after death? Did Violet end up giving it back for whatever reason? You didn't know how long you were staring wide eyed and shocked at the set but when your senses returned it was to Elias slipping the ring on your opposite hand with a smile. 

"There we are. Gorgeous." He almost cooed looking at both your hands and admiring the two rings he placed on each hand. 

Your jaw snapped closed and your face turned a red. "E-Elias." He hummed looking at you half lidded. "I'm really f-flattered. Really I am. But are you sure you're ok with me wearing this? Didn't these belong to one of your sisters or your mom?"

He sighed nodding. "They were my mother's and at one point they would've gone to my eldest sister or to the first woman that married one of my brothers. Or to.." He paused again before shivering and letting go to reach back into the box. "But as you're the only lady who shall be married into my family, they rightfully go to you."

It was sorta a soft blur. One minute you were trying to politely decline his gift and then the next you were wearing two thirds of the set with Elias behind you gently clasping the last piece, the necklace, around your neck phasing through the long veil without tearing the delicate material. Your hand went to hold up the shiny ruby staring at you. It felt very heavy with all the implications behind it. So many unanswered questions and so much pressure weighed on your mind. As sweet and kind as Elias was, this just didn't feel right.

"There. You look beautiful, Dear." He smiled wider leaning around to gage your reaction but paused seeing your sad frown staring at the amulet around your neck. "Darling? What's wrong? Is the jewelry not to your liking?"

...You shook your head slowly still staring at the amulet. "N-No. They're all really pretty but it just doesn't feel right." F/c eyes turned to look at his expression. "I know you said it's ok, but it just doesn't feel right wearing something that means so much to someone else. I'm not saying I don't appreciate your gift. Any girl would be lucky to get these, but...They come with a heavy background and I-.... I don't feel like I know about your past enough to accept this."

There was a stunned silence as Elias regarded you for a long, LOOOONNNGGG moment looking over your sad state before sighing and coming to sit on the bed next to you. Eyes looking at his clasped hands. You didn't say anything either. Not exactly sure what to say. The only sounds being the storm outside with the rain still hitting the roof...Until Elias finally spoke without looking up.

"Where shall I start?"

You hesitated without looking up either before sighing. "Well... Your life story would be nice. I promise I'm a good listener." You've had three years of listening to Taylor's ramblings to back that up.

The silence and rain continued for a little while longer.

"....How much of my life do you know about me? I can start from there depending on how much you do know?"

You shrugged. "I know you lived and died during the Victorian era almost two hundred years ago. And I know that you're about my age." Physically at least. "And I know your mom and dad's names and I saw some old death records on your family. And some newspaper clippings on what happened to you..." You said honestly and as gently as possible. "And I heard rumors about you still haunting the place but I didn't know if that was true until I met you."

Elias fell silent once more before he inhaled deeply. "I must confess that I was born quite sickly, and my birth came with so many complications that it nearly killed my mother. Even after that ordeal there was nothing the doctors could do to help my weak constitution." You slowly looked up at him but he only kept looking at his hands. "I suppose that's why my father and siblings me the way they did. I was seen as a nuisance. A problem. I don't entirely blame them."

Your hand reached out hesitantly before you gently grabbed his arm. "I'm...so sorry."

"It's  far away in the past now, so enough about that."

You decided not to press about his family anymore but there was something else that still bothered you. The necklace felt heavier on your throat like it was a bowling ball hung around there instead of a little charm.

"Then...What about your previous wife-to-be?"

There was an instant reaction from the ghost. His face went completely blank. Pupils small, and hands clenched into fists. You instantly winced and felt so bad as the silence stretched onwards...but he eventually turned his head exhaling.

"Her name was Violet. Violet Dupont and the sister to our groundskeeper. We never wed because she betrayed me the day before our wedding. I suppose she and Gerald were desperate. I should've been on my guard when they continued to ask about the location of the family Jewels day after day. I thought the necklace, the grandest piece in the collection, would be enough to hold her interest. I promised to share the rest with her after our ceremony. But before I could even cry for help, Gerald held me down while Violent-..." He trailed off again and you squeezed his arm in reassurance.

"It's alright. You don't have to say anything else about it...Tell me something else about you. What did you really like aside from reading and the flowers in the greenhouse."

There was a moment of Elias not looking at you before he slowly tilted his head back over with a small smile. "Well..aside from the flowers there was a family heirloom that belonged to my grandmother. It was an antique silver mirror and a charming one at that. At least..." He frowned again. "That was before it shattered." Elias stood (floated-) back up phasing through your grip and went back over to the vanity. You had an idea of what he was going to get and your thoughts were confirmed when he picked up the box, turned around, and opened it tilting it enough to allow you to see the shards inside. "I liked it quite a lot and ended up taking it out of the attic during my early childhood. I used to look in it and imagine myself as some fair prince."

You giggled. "That's pretty cute,and suiting since you're pretty handsome.~"

He again turned a deep blue before looking away. "T-Thank you. But alas my siblings would often mock my love of the mirror, and with such a weak constitution and gentleman demeanor, there was little I could do. When six people who aren't very fond of you get physical..well you can imagine what might happen." Elias gave the mirror one last sad look before he closed the lid with a sigh turning. "The mirror shattered and I was the one blamed. Grandmother didn't seem to mind but I cried for days. Maybe it was guilt, sentimentality, or fear but I couldn't part with it. I forbad and of the servants to remove it and kept all the pieces." The box was carefully placed back onto the vanity. "It was supposed to be a wedding gift, and I was determined to have it fixed one day."

And it could also very well be the source of the curse but Elias doesn't know that. "Sounds like that day never came."

He nodded again. "Indeed. It was one of my biggest regrets from when I was alive as silly as it sounds."

"I don't think it's silly. That mirror meant a lot to you, and I think it's sweet you'd want to fix it."

He smiled back to you. "Thank you, Dear. It means a lot. And I hope it's not too much to ask..." He hesitated for a second. "Can I ask what had happened between yourself and your past beloved?"

You paused blinking before looking at him. "My ex?" ...You shrugged. "Well there's not much to say about him that I haven't already told you." You again placed your head into your hands frowning annoyed. "We did go to the same highschool and took theater..Well, he really took theater. I only took in one year in highschool because I thought it'd be fun. I never knew him much back then...Never really interacted much but he seemed like an ok guy. Didn't see him after graduation until his first year in college. See I didn't go to college right away. I wanted to work a year first and save up some money."

You weren't sure if Elias understood the concepts of a highschool or much else but he nodded with his arms crossed before gesturing for you to go on. "And where did you two really meet?"

"I had a job at Zephyr University's cafeteria. That's where people go and buy food to eat. Ian seemed to visit there a lot and was alone a lot of the time. I felt bad for him and I started talking to him." You shrugged. "He seemed cute and sweet, and I liked how hard he tried to do things. We started dating about halfway through his first year there and everything seemed fine. ... Although I guess it being my first relationship blind sided me. I was young and dumb as they say and didn't see the signs."

"But didn't he leave you for another woman?"

"No. I WAS the other woman. I just didn't know it yet." You scowled at nothing. "Then I started college after the first year we started dating and I met Taylor in a similar way. He's a really good friend who saw through Ian's acting. I guess that's why they didn't like each other. Then Ian started forcing himself to be more affectionate with me and he proposed to me and I dumbly said yes. Things were moving way too fast but I was 'in love' and didn't care and ignored the marching red flags in my face."

Elias tilted his head. "Pardon but why would he wave red flags in your face? That seems like a rude thing to do."

"It's a figure of speech. It means I was ignoring his suspicious behavior." You scowled harder glaring in rage at the floor. "I didn't find out anything UNTIL the wedding which he never showed up too until everyone already left! Then I find out not only did he already have a boyfriend or girlfriend the entire time we dated, but the only reason he shoved love down my throat was because that person found out and broke up with him and he thought he could force himself to actually like me! So not only did he actually not like me to begin with, he also lied to me, cheated on me, made me look like an idiot in front of literally everyone, made me feel terrible for a really long time, and then humiliated me even more by revealing that I wasn't even the center person. I was the side piece!"

Elias looked a mix of disgusted and angry placing a hand to his chest. "What a rat! He wasn't even man enough to call it off before your ceremony! If he ever as so much as even talks to you again-"

You held up a hand. "Relax. He transferred to a different university two weeks after that. Taylor really gave him an earful in the cafeteria though, nearly got us kicked off campus. I haven't seen him in almost three years... Taylor was there for me the entire time. He might be stubborn and annoy me a lot with his antics..but he's a really good friend."

In fact he was probably the only one who was there for you during the time after. The only one who waited as long as you did waiting for Ian who never showed up-

Tears streamed down your cheeks hot and blurry from all the running make up. You only looked up when footsteps came up beside you and you jumped when a dozen napkins were pressed into your face.

"Here. Your make up is running all over your face."

Through blurry eyes you looked back up to Taylor and snatched up the napkins from him. "G-Gee! I w-wonder *hic* why!" You glared at him through the hiccuping and messy make up.

Taylor held up his hands. "I didn't mean to step on your toes, Bud. What happened?" His gaze temporarily turned to the venue. "I guess he called off the wedding huh?"

"H-He *hic* cheated on m-m-me," you somehow managed to choke out.

"WHAT?!" His head snapped to you so fast it might've went flying if it wasn't attached to his neck. 

"H-He s-s-said that h-he L-Loved his ex a-and I w-was..."More tears were already replacing the ones that spilt out of your eyes as Taylor scowled.

"He did that!? I can't believe it! UGH! I knew it! I KNEW HE WAS BAD NEWS!!...Bud, c'mon." A hand awkwardly patted your back. "Are you alright?"

"I w-wanna go home.*Gasp* I j-just w-wanna go home."

"Yeah. Yeah...I-Ill drive you home. We can get some pizza from that cheap joint down the street a-and we'll just eat all the grease our stomachs can handle. Sounds good?"

"Well fear no longer, for that snake shall never know a ceremony like ours." You were jolted out of memory lane to Elias close again and taking your hand in his. "I'm quite eager for our ceremony. I think it'll be something glorious. I've always wanted a grand wedding, and to think I'll be marrying someone as lovely as you. Come. I have much to show you."

There really was no more stalling it was there? You didn't say anything. There wasn't really any good excuses to make anymore as Elias made his wants clear. You only silently nodded with a sigh and took your time slipping on your uncomfortable heels again and slowly stood up only for Elias to kindly hold up the bouquet you carried with you all night. Right. Wouldn't want to forget about that you guessed. You only gave a sad smile when you took it, and then Elias tugged you towards the doorway. The sounds of your heels echoed throughout the halls, mocked and laughed at by the rain outside. The annoying front of the veil once again covering your face as if it was in a last ditch effort to hide your uncertainty unease. He lend you down the stairs one last time, your new accessories adding weight to your body.

"Soon we shall be wed, my darling Y/n, and we'll have the rest of eternity together. Are you excited?"

"Oh. I certainly am speechless, and feeling a lot of emotions at once." 

That wasn't a lie and your answer seemed to please him. He lead you to the bottom of the stairs back in the foyer careful not to let you trip on anything before strangely leading you to a door you hadn't seen before behind the stairs. He let go of you to float over, place one hand on the doorknob, and smiled back to you.

"Are you ready, my love? I have worked tirelessly to prepare the old ballroom for our ceremony, and while we may not have any guests, I do hope that you'll be pleased."

Your throat felt tight. Where was Taylor?! He should've been here by now! There was barely anything to stop this now and if you declined then you weren't sure what to do. Elias wouldn't force you into marriage, you know that, but the entire situation was too difficult for a true answer.

"I'm sure whatever you did will look beautiful, Elias. Y-You worked really hard on it a-and that's all that matters," you could barely force out to be polite.

He lit up. "Excellent. Then without further ado."

With that he pushed the doors open.

#the groom of gallagher mansion #thegroomofgallaghermansion #tgogm #Until Death Do You Vow #elias gallagher x reader #elias gallagher #taylor potts x reader #taylor potts

[thesaturn1nez]

I'm interested about your Lilliana headcanons, including that one art piece of Lili seeing another 'her' getting ripped apart... Yikes.

MY FAVORITE PUPPET :D

prepare yourselves, this is a mess.

Lilianna 👒

• she’s supposed to be the grandmother of one of the puppets here. who? ..she cannot remember. it doesn’t help that she seems to have a baby album of nearly every puppet in the studio, including herself.

• small tiny rivalry with George. It’s nothing serious, unless you’re not keen on seeing two puppets made for children’s entertainment swinging at each other like gorillas every time they set each other off. George tends to unintentionally get on her nerves, but she’s the one that escalates it.

• hates rodents of any kind, especially if they have a long tail. it’s why you don’t see much of her in the basement/sewer area at first, all those rats.. George loves to scare her with them.

• He put one in her hat while she was asleep. Timeskip to an hour later: she is now wearing his face as a warning.

• one of the few puppets that knows how to read and write. she was always wreaking havoc on the staff by writing on walls, stalls, any important looking papers as well as reading through any they left behind no matter how personal. Lilianna got her ass blasted with the guns multiple times because of this.

• speaking of the guns, she’s probably the only puppet who wasn’t terrified of them when the show was still active. yeah, it still hurt, but there were times she’d laugh as she went flying 😭

• minutes before an episode was supposed to start shooting, her arm ripped open. someone brought her to a secluded area so she could get quickly sewn back up. However, the staff member noticed she needed new stuffing anyways. the guy took an inactive Lilianna and tore it open for its stuffing, completely forgetting Lilianna was right there since his main priority was to get her back to her spot as soon as possible. she didn’t take it well, especially since the Lilies viewed each other as a big family, so she screamed during the whole process. got to the point someone else had to come in. she was left really muddled for the rest of the day afterwards.. but she got through her lines just fine, so no one was that concerned.

• that incident is where she got the inspiration for her crafts. she eventually figured out her preferred method of ‘getting supplies’ is to watch a Norman from afar the same way an ambush predator waits for some animal to drop its guard. her reasoning is that its just not as easy if they’re more likely to fight back. if she’s impatient, she’ll just clonk the desired puppet over the head.

• her design was loosely inspired by Al Gerzwald’s mother, who was long dead by the time MFN was picked up.

• she really is a sweetheart if you can manage to look past the obsession with mutilation, identity dilemma, voluntary anger issues and the throwing up. she’ll probably have the most trouble trying to go back to how it was before, but she will try.

• Gordon once saw a Lilianna cough up a hairball. he refuses to acknowledge it ever happened.

• a completely different Lilianna hissed at him when he was trying to get her off the hood of his car then ran off on all fours - both of these incidents happened at night and none of the Lilies have any recollection of doing this. he gave up pretty quickly.

• i like to imagine that whenever she grabs Gordon she bombards him with kisses. those loud, somewhat painful smooches you get from your auntie or grandmother that leaves your cheek sore from the pressure 😭 he can shoot her as much as he wants, she’ll gladly do it again

• unfriendly lilianna is responsible for helping the amalgam get all sewed up. her only defense was ‘i thought it’d be funny’

#my friendly neighborhood #mfn liliana #mfn lilianna #her name is spelled with two ns in the game so we’ll just write it like that for this #mfn #mfn headcanons #headcanons #the mail comes everyday #mild body horror #fav puppet <333 you can see the the bias from a mile away jwgksbd #lottie sucks at headcanons

[fandomscompilation]

The story of two broken souls (Kaz Brekker x Reader) Part 13

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: eventual Kaz Brekker x Reader

Warnings: talks about menagerie, guns, knives, threats, talks about murder, mentions of a dark past

A/N: Welcome, welcome! Here's another part that I had prepared. I'm starting on the next chapters, but I need to get Netflix cause I can't have it at my bf and mine. So there's that 👍🏻 But enjoy this one and let me know what you think!

Taglist: @d34drapunzel @coldheartedmar @igakc

Gif is not mine!

Kaz dragged me out with him to find Jesper on the streets of Ketterdam. We found him fairly quickly, but I noticed him looking around for something, or someone.

"Jesper, new job!" Kaz shouted nearing our friend. "Come along."

I watched Jesper smile to himself before he jogged behind us. We went throught the back streets while he got distracted with everything every few minutes.

"I mean it. We need a demo man." Jesper said after walking beside a stall with some explosives.

"You're still on that?" Kaz shook his head not stopping.

"Yeah, I babysit enough with you. Not to mention a guy with a knack for blowing things up." I grunted while another woman tried to show me some jewelry, probably fake either way.

"I just brought it up tonight." He argued looking around at people.

"Jesper, you ask for an explosives expert on every job." Kaz points out and I nod along. He even talks about it after getting few drinks.

"Because I don't want to be the one you point to and say, "Explode something for us." That is not a Jesper talent. I shoot things with style. And I look good." He says pointing at Kaz making me huff.

"And a big ego." I tease making Jesper wink at me.

"Alina Starkov will be kept at the Little Palace. Entering that building requires us to be quiet." Kaz explained to Jesper while I looked to the building ahead of us. "Blowing something up, we've likely failed."

"Then we should take Inej." Jesper said like it was second nature. "She's a good investment. More quiet than I'll ever be. She can't stay here, you know that." Jesper caught Kaz's elbow stopping him. He glared at the hand like it burned him and Jesper pulled himself away. "Whoa. Hang on, aren't we on Pekka's turf now?"

"I go to Heleen now and ask for her buyout, she know I need Inej and sets a price I can't pay." Kaz explains quickly and Jesper frowns.

"That's evil. Well, how do you know that?" He asks looking to Kaz confused.

"It's what I would do." I shake my head knowing he probably did it. "Besides, Inej refuses to kill. Would you trust her in a matter of life and death?"

"Well, I've trusted her so far and I'm still alive, so, yeah." He says while I voice my agreement too. Inej might have her own rules, but I didn't doubt her for one second. "Now, you want to tell me why we're scoping out a rival club?"

"To have a talk with an old business partner." Kaz said looking to the building with displeasure.

"The bouncer will know you on sight." Jesper said making Brekker look back to him.

"That's why I brought you. Make sure they don't see me." He said before walking away from us. We looked to each other before sighting tiredly.

We walked up to the doors and Jesper shoot at the boot sign on the wall. In a second all of them ran down the stairs and pointed their guns at us. Jesper raised his one arm up, while the other was draped around my waist. I hugged myself close to his chest in an act of fear, but also to make sure his chest was hidden by my face.

"You heard that, too?" Jesper asked pointing to the side.

"Was that you?" The bouncer asked with the guns still pointed at us.

"No, I'm, uh... I'm bouncing for the Clipper. And had a small break to see my lady." He squizzed my waist while Kaz was sneaking behind the man.

"Haven't seen you before? Where's Tombar?" The man asked but they guns were lowered now, making me straighten up lightly. They started to turn around while Kaz was still in the doorway, his eyes set on us for a moment.

"Hey, hey. Was that sign damaged before?" Jesper asked and when they looked up he shot the sign. I covered again hiding his chest. "Saints. Where was that?" He asked with his arm still raised. They looked at each other confused before one of them told us to stay put. The other one started to walk around the street looking for anything out of the ordinary.

When I finally noticed Kaz safely walk out I whimpered hugging Jesper tightly.

"Can we go now please?" I all but whined and the men huffed letting us go.

We hurried to catch up with Kaz, who looked like he was on a mission.

"What did you learn?" I asked falling in step with him.

"I've got an address. Go ahead and make sure nothing happens." He said giving me a piece of paper and I hurried to the rooftops.

I ran along the tiles and kept an eye out for Kaz and Jesper. I circled the whole building noticing everything was locked. I jumped down in front of the doors where they stopped.

"It's locked." Kaz sighted crouching down to pick the lock. "Keep a lookout." Jesper nodded while I walked in before Kaz.

"Better stay behind me." Kaz said trying to sidestep me, but I blocked his way.

"Do not forget who I am, Brekker." I send him a glare and we followed the noise. When we neared the doorway I recognized Inej's voice.

"Ask the Saints for me." She said when we finally stepped into the room. I noticed the man and Kaz was the first one to react.

"Don't!" He shouted making Inej throw her dagger at us and I redirected it with my own blades. It flew past us to emb itself into the doorway next to Kaz's head. "He's our way to Alina Starkov." He said still quiet shaken from the attack while I stepped up to the pair.

"Him?" Inej asked with her knife still on his throat. I placed my hand over hers.

"Heleen knew it. She was using you to sabotage our mission." His words made Inej frown in confusion and she shook her head.

"She and I made a deal." Her hand began trembling and I pulled it back lightly.

"It isn't worth more than what we get with him alive." Brekker stepped closer trying to stop her too.

"You choose him over my freedom?" She asks turning to face him while I make sure her hand doesn't slip with the turmoil of emotion she felt right now.

"You assume it's one or the other." He says and Inej stills for a moment before stepping back. "Conductor. I have a job for you." Kaz stands over him and I groan getting the man into a sitting position.

After Kaz's talk with the Conductor we all made our way back to the Slat where he immediately went to his office and the three of us stayed downstairs. Inej was obviously still a bit shaken about almost killing the man, while Jesper kept on glancing at both of us.

"You asked Jesper to do it. Before we got to him." I stated leaning back in my chair and they both looked at me. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"Because I knew you would do it without question." Inej admitted looking down at the table. I sighted reaching for her hand.

"I'd kill more than just one man if it meant your conscience was untouched Inej." I said in a soft voice making her smile lightly.

"I know. And I think that was the reason why I didn't come to you." She admitted and I could see her pain.

"It's in the past now. You didn't do it." I squizzed her hand before letting her go.

"What if I wanted to?" Inej asked looking to both Jesper and me.

"We're human, Inej. We're the worst type of predators. And sometimes that animalistic part wins." I shrugged looking at the few Dregs laughing around.

When Kaz finally walked down we were informed to pack lightly and head for Novokribirsk. I was the only one that went to my room and didn't come out in seconds. But I still wasn't a Crow, I still didn't want to cross the Fold.

"Why are you not packed?" Kaz all but barked getting into my room without knocking. Minutes after they were supposed to leave.

"Because I'm not going." I huffed turning to face him.

"You're on this job as much as the others." He said stepping closer with an air of authority.

"I don't remember when I agreed to this." I snapped back and took a step closer too. He looked down at me with a clenched jaw, but I wasn't giving up that easily.

"You're either going to pack or I'll drag you out." He threatened making me laugh. I shook my head in irritation.

"I came here on a job, yes. But not this one. I didn't sign up to cross the Fold again or to go back to that Saints forsaken place!" I shouted letting my anger speak. It took only a second for my words to register in my brain. I straightened up while Brekker watched me carefully.

"You've crossed the Fold?" His eyes squinted dangerously.

"Who do you think brought that woman into your Club, huh? Who do you think gave you a way through that pitch black hole?" I asked stepping away to lean my hands on the dresser. "I am not going back there, Kaz. Do not ask me."

"If you know the way around the Little Palace that means we need you more than ever." I could hear him step closer and I felt his presence hover behind me. He was close, but it felt like he was already on the other side of the Fold.

"You have no idea about my past. And going back means living through it again. I am not ready to do that." I shook my head to get rid of the memories that flooded my mind.

"You are not the same as you were. You survived Ketterdam, you balanced between gangs and you took lives. You became the Void Blade. And if you coming means bringing her back to life then so be it." Kaz said and I knew it took a lot to allow my other identity to come back to life. It would mess with our plan and bring attention to both me and Dirtyhands.

"Fine." I spat out grabbing few of my hiddens weapons that were only assimilated to the Blade. "But if it goes wrong.."

"It won't." He said keeping his gaze on me. "Now let's go."

#fanfiction #writing #fanfic #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #kaz brekker series #the story of two broken souls #kaz dirtyhands brekker #requests are open

[madnessreruns]

Ok so Gotham Jervis again with Fem!Reader

He pretends to be someone else in the text to his Ex because he needs information from her and is just too proud to admit it/doesn't want to see her. But she finds out and decides to fuck with him by writing "Being honest with you I'm not exactly great at the whole loyal thing. I slept with my last boyfriend's best friend while we were still dating." (She didn't do that)

So yeah, Jervis just getting paranoid about it. If he confronts her it would probably lead from fight to fuck.

I’m so sorry..

Gotham! Jervis Tetch x Fem! Reader

Note: I didn’t make them fuck. Im very very sorry but with how it ended it wouldn’t make sense for them to do that. I’ll make a part 2 where they get it on I prommy <3

Warnings: ANGST, fighting, crying lots of crying, there is so much crying, reader forgives Jervis even thought she probably shouldn’t.

Requests: Closed

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You sat there, staring at your phone.

It was very, very very very and I mean VERY fucking obvious that it was Jervis trying to pretend to be someone else. You date someone for so long and you slowly start to realize what their speech patterns are. Sometimes it’s hard to figure out, but when it’s obvious fucking rhyming.

When you sent that text message you weren’t expecting him to take it seriously, but oh god he did. I mean who would you even fuck? His clearly gay clown buddy? His creepy non-verbal bag-headed pal? Who???

But oh god he didn’t pick up on that. If only you could have seen his face. Anger practically fuming out of his ears, his body shaking in fury.

He asked literally everybody he knew. “Did you have an affair with my previous girlfriend when we were dating?”

Ever answer he got as a no, he even hypno-d some of them to see if they were lying, of course they weren’t lying!

When he confronted you, you were so confused. He took that side comment seriously?

“Excuse my my dear, I believe I have a bone to pick with you..” his voice was low, angry.

“Jervis?” You almost laughed, he tried to be intimidating it he was practically a grumpy little kitty cat who got left out in the rain.

“Don’t laugh, this is a serious matter,” his eyebrows were scrunched, beautiful lips in a sorrow frown as he approached you. You sat down your bag, hoisting yourself up on your kitchen counter, raising an eyebrow as he stood in front of you, in all his pathetic glory.

“What’s up? What can I do for you?” You asked, leaning, forward, kicking your legs back and forth as you waited

“I would like you to explain something. Something serious,” he crossed his arms, posture tall and demanding, but you couldn’t take him seriously.

“Yeah yeah, I get it! It’s a serious matter, yadda yadda yadda just get to the point babe,” you said, getting tired of his stalling.

“Might you explain this?” He showed you a text, it read.

"Being honest with you I'm not exactly great at the whole loyal thing. I slept with my last boyfriend's best friend while we were still dating."

You snorted when you realized what this was about, giving a few chuckles and chortles.

“How’d you even get that?” You asked, gesturing to the message. He shook his head,

“Nevermind that!” He practically snapped, his face going red. “Please explain,” he practically demanded.

“Dude calm down, it was a joke. I was fucking with you,” you laughed, rolling your eyes at his inability to realize when you were joking when you found out his facade.

“I highly doubt that, why would you lie to man you don’t know, who didn’t even know we were dating,” he asked, as if he had caught you in a fib, which technically he did, but not in the way he thought he did.

“Cause I knew it was you dumbass. I was fucking with YOU,” you we’re done laughing, kinda just tired.

“How- how did you know it was me, sending you those messages?” He said, slightly bewildered.

“No one else rhymes in texts dumbass,” you rolled your eyes, “Plus why does it bother you anyways? You broke up with ME! Remember?” You didn’t wanna think about it, about that day when he broke the heartbreaking news to you, watching you fall to your knees in grief with no sympathy.

He paused, completely forgetting about that part. You rolled your eyes at him being so self-obsessed that he forgot about the anger he had brought you, the sadness, the sorrow.

Silence filled the room, he didn’t say anything, he just looked down. You couldn’t tell if he felt guilty or not, probably didn’t, it’s not like he gave a fuck about you in the first place.

“You know it blows my mind, that you can be so,” you paused, looking for the word, “Narcissistic,” you finished, flat out, making eye contact with him as you did.

“You break up with me, leave me alone, break my heart, and then the MOMENT, you think I did anything to wrong you, you come back, to taunt and to tease me, like I was the problem in that relationship,” you rose your voice as you go angrier.

“Well-,” he started, but you cut him off.

“DONT FUCKING EVEN!” You yelled, stopping him from saying anything else, he shut down, backing away slightly. “You have the audacity, to break into my home, demand I tell you this shit, and then make it ALL about you and how your the victim here!”

“I gave you EVERYTHING that I could! I gave it my all, I looked past all the FUCKED UP SHIT YOU DID IN THR PAST!” You jump off the counter, walking towards him, he backed up. He was no longer in control, he was up to your mercy. You knew he wasn’t gonna hypnotize you, he knew he was at fault here.

“What did I do that made you want to leave me? Was it another woman? A better woman? A mor perfect woman? I fucking TRIED to be the best I could,” tears flooded down your cheeks, tears of guilt filled his, he back up.

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORST PART OF IT IS?” You asked, giving him a chance to answer this time.

“I- I was the one in the- in the wrong?” His voice was meek, scared, guilty, broken. He knew he left you, he didn’t know why though, it was out of impulse. He still loved you, but he could t bring him self to admit it, that’s why he came here, cause he still loved you and you seemingly moved on.

“No..” you said, your voice had gotten softer, more gentle.

“I still love you, and I hate myself for that. Everytime I see your stupid face on tv I feel bad, I feel envious for whoever your with, because your hanging out with them and not me. I tried my hardest to pleade you, to make you happy, but NO…” your voice got soft, gentle, teary. He snapped his eyes up to yours as he listened to you speak, it felt like his heart was being beaten, and crushed in front of him. When your voice rose he flinched, pulling his arms up to block the blow he thought you were going to send. But you didn’t.

“I still love you, and it hurts cause I know you don’t love me too. Im stuck on you, while you’ve moved on,” you stopped moving, he was pressed up against the wall, you were a few feet away from him, arms by your side, tears running down your face. “I love you,”

That soft whisper, broke something in him, he didn’t know why. He threw himself on you, pulling you into a deep, tight hug, pressing his own tears into your neck.

You rested your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his chest. You missed this, missed this hugs, how passionate and loving thru always were. You missed his love.

“God angel,” he cooed in your ear between sniffles and sobs, “I still love you two, please I’m so sorry, I know,” he let out a loud, broken cry, you hugged him tighter, you know you should, you should kick him out, never let him back in, but you just couldn’t. His cries broke your heart.

“I know I don’t deserve your- your forgiveness but,” he was practically shaking, “I’m so sorry…” he was broken. You were broken.

Two broken pieces of people could be put together, and create a whole one again.

“It’s, it’s alright Jervis, it’s- it’s alright..” you softly pulled back from the hug, not knowing why you were doing this. But you cupped his wet, warm cheeks into your hands, and pressed your forehead against his.

“Hey, hey baby, shhh,..” you whispered, bringing your thumbs up to wipe his tears away. “It’s alright, hey don’t cry, okay? Im here now, im right here with you, okay?”

He nodded, barely being able to breathe. All the grief of doing what he did finally hit him all at once, along with the guilt of what he did to you.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, I forgive you, I still love you,” you reassured him through your own tears. You leaned forward, bringing him into a soft kiss, the wet tear on his cheeks mixed with the tears in yours. His lips were quivering and his hands were shaking.

He pressed into you, pulling you into him, his entire body was shaking, he softly hiccuped into the kiss.

When you pulled away he was still shaking, but his tears slowed, you grabbed his hands, leading him into your bedroom.

“Hey, hey why don’t you stay the night, I don’t think it’s good for you to spend the light alone,” you smiled softly as he excitedly nodded. “Here, I think I still have some pajamas you left at my house once that I kinda stole,” you chuckled as you went thoughts nearby drawer, fetching out a tank-top of his and a pair of shorts.

He gave them to him, he changed right here, in front of you. Just as comfortable as he was when you two were dating.

You just removed your bra and pants, leaving you in a flowery shirt and your underwear.

When he was done he climbed into bed after you, snuggling himself under the covers. Happily smiling as he pressed his face into your soft warm chest.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” He asked softly, closing his eyes as he stared into nothing.

“Of course baby, sorry about earlier I was just, i was really angry and, I don’t know I got a bit carried away,” you apologized.

“No- not it’s fine, I deserved that..” he replied, turning his face to rest his chin on your chest, making eyes contact with you. “But- does this mean, since you still love me and I love you…” he paused, worried to ask this, “Can we try to give it another go? Like, as a couple?” He asked, shyly.

“I would love that,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead, he cheekily giggled, laying his head down to the side as he closed his eyes.

“I love you, my sweet. Goodnight..” he cooed, barely above a whisper.

“I love you too baby..” you responded. You closed your eyes.

Immediately you fell into a deep, relaxing sleep. The feeling of him cuddling with you was something you needed, something you had missed so dearly.

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#I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make this so SAD ahahahahahahvahahah #cas.txt #ask #anonymous #jervis tetch #jervis tetch x reader #gotham #gotham tv #Gotham fox #gotham x reader #gotham jervis tetch x reader #gotham Jervis tetch

[antihibikase2]

Grimsley was running late- and frankly, he did not care, but this wasn't one of those instances where he could chalk it up to his easygoing nature, or his reliance on lady luck.

This tournament was something he and his peers had prepared for extensively; it was a chance to showcase the skills they've honed, to prove themselves worthy of the title Ace Trainer, and to secure a spot in the professional world of battling.

Yet..

"Thinking about it now," Grimsley mumbles, parking his bike just outside Clay's place. "I think becoming a gym leader is too much work, don't you think?"

The child in his basket, initially pre-occupied by suckling on the Lava Cookie between their hands, makes a noise.

"Uhn."

Grimsley chooses to believe that Little Cheri was agreeing with him.

"Yeah, I'm probably not cut out for it. Plus, one of the open spots is at Castelia," He shudders. "Don't think I'd do too well in that place. Too.. bourgeoisie."

"Borger?"

"No, no. It's nothing, little one," He helps Little Cheri out of the basket of his bicycle, settling nicely into the pair of outdoor shoes he had brought. "Grown up stuff."

"McDewoww?"

"No, we're not going to McDewott's. Sorry, kid."

Little Cheri loses interest instantly.

Grimsley chuckles, taking their small hand into his and leads them along.

Though he wouldn't be lying if he excused his tardiness due to having to babysit his sibling at the last minute, it was a stroke of luck (or misfortune, for everyone else) that such a thing occurred on the day he was expected to shape up, to live up to the title he worked so hard to achieve.

To make his mother- and he supposed, father, proud.

Such thoughts were almost nothing compared to the freedom that came with being a big brother; the ability to use his sibling and duties to the family as an excuse to escape almost any situation.

"Perhaps you really are my little good luck charm."

"Cham."

The child stares down at their own feet, making sure to avoid stepping on the lines of the floor.

He laughs a little.

"Now, the tournament is just near the Cold Storage- it's going to be a little chilly, so wear your kuya's scarf, okay?"

Not that he needed the extra warmth- Little Cheri had a big red scarf that matched his, lovingly crafted with the yarn of a ball of Destiny Knot.

But Little Cheri was fickle, and Grimsley knew from a few visits that Little Cheri did not like the cold, nor did they like playing in the snow.

"And sit with ate Shauntal and kuya Marshal when it's my turn to battle- and watch closely! You might pick up a tip or two from me."

And wouldn't that be adorable, for Little Cheri to pick up after Grimsley, as if he was worthy of admiration?

"Much better than dad, that's for sure,"

"Da?"

"..no, nothing, don't mind that."

Little Cheri starts singing to themselves with each step.

As far as Little Cheri was concerned, Noland was just some strange man that visited sometimes and pecked his bedridden wife on the cheek.

It was a cause for concern when Little Cheri cried when they were lifted into his arms, and couldn't even recall what to call him.

"Well, that's his bed, and if he chose to make it that way, whatever-" He scoffs. "We'll be just fine, okay? You, me, and mom."

Even if breathing was harder on some days, and she couldn't take Little Cheri out even for a walk on the outskirts of Nuvema, Lillith would be fine- she would make a recovery.

She had to.

They pass by the market, a little more busy and bustling than usual- Little Cheri stops in their tracks, eyes lit up at the sight of toys and trinkets displayed on the stalls, watching as workers roll in with their carts full of goods.

"Oh, you want something?"

Little Cheri doesn't wait- they start tugging his arm, eyes focused on the plushies hanging on by their threads, enchanted by the way they swayed.

Little Cheri usually doesn't ask for much. They were quiet, polite, content with whatever was given to them- but Grimsley supposed that, no matter how much of a well-behaved angel Little Cheri was, they were just like other children.

He feels slight relief at the realization, that Little Cheri isn't too different from the other kids.

Still, Noland got on his case for spoiling Little Cheri with every visit; so he might as well attach a condition.

"Kuya Grimsley will get it for you, but promise to behave later, okay? Pokemon battles may be fun- but they're dangerous, especially for little kids like you."

Hearing the word "promise", Little Cheri raises a pinky up to him, a habit he's picked up from their neighbor's daughter- oh so he was told. "Pin. Pinpin prammy."

"Prammy-? Yes, I suppose that's what it's called," He links their pinkies together with a grin. "Okay, good kid. Pick what you like."

The shopkeeper is old, but patient, watching as Little Cheri scans through the assortment of plushies. Each Pokedoll had a playful wink, posed into a hug, and had little tags attached on the tabs by their tails.

The other stalls in the market were different from the usual; instead of produce from Mistralton or imports from other regions, cheerful decorations hung on the ceiling as some of the usual shopkeepers of fruits and vegetables made way for others selling toys and small accessories.

Today's turnout weren't just the regulars- they brought their children as well, and a few foreign faces popped up amidst the crowd, mesmerized by the sights.

A fuzzy memory makes its way into Grimsley's mind- he recalls Lillith taking him to one of these shops when he was younger, but it had been slightly bigger with an assortment of fairgrounds activities.

"A fair is what it's called in Unova,"

Lillith had explained, her gentle features illuminated by the dazzling lights of the stalls.

"But in Hoenn, your father and his brothers call it a 'peryahan'- they used to work in these kinds of places during Christmas, you know. For a little extra money. Perhaps this is why he has a knack for playing games- and so do you."

If such a thing ever stood here in Driftveil, Grimsley wondered if it would dazzle children the way the amusement park does in Nimbasa, a sight that shines throughout the seasons.

But perhaps a fleeting experience, one available only a few times throughout the year, was something that could be appreciated by many.

"I didn't know they were selling stuff like these in Driftveil," Grimsley muses, taking out his wallet. "Isn't this usually just, um, a wet market?"

"It's always like this during the holidays, son," The shopkeeper says. "Driftveil and Nimbasa are perfect for us- they're the spots where tourists often go to after a long flight at Mistralton, and it's not too far from Castelia's port. Might as well take advantage of that."

"For your livelihoods, yeah, I get it- but I'm guessing you don't have a permanent shop? I mean, I don't think its ideal to trek through the western routes with your goods."

"No, of course not-" They chuckle. "Renting a spot is too expensive. This is just a way for us to earn extra income during these times; the travel could be better, but,"

They sigh in a way that Grimsley knows all too well.

"Anything for your family, you know?"

"I know."

He understands.

Lillith used to knit scarves to sell at Nacrene City during the holidays, back when she could pick up her knitting needles.

There was a moment in time where he spotted children wearing the same red scarves as him. They've long since outgrown their scarves, but Grimsley still wears his with pride.

Maybe once Lillith got better, he could help her sell her scarves- and with the income he was making as an Ace Trainer, perhaps she could have her own established shop.

And maybe Noland would be home more often, not all the way back at Hoenn, and Grimsley wouldn't have to worry so much if his sibling was being taken care of, or making friends in daycare.

"I've seen you around," The shopkeeper changes the subject. "You're one of those trainers about to make it big, right?"

"About to?" He wished it was that secure. "I- I guess? You could say that, but-"

He remembers why he was here- the tournament was soon to start, yet, he was dawdling in the market.

"You're so young," They laugh. "To pour all your time into Pokemon- my, I used to be a trainer myself, but the battle scene frightened me, and here I am."

"Yeah, it's not for everyone- the competitive scene gets toxic."

"Surely, it has its perks. I heard there are plenty of you this year who challenged the champion."

True; with the talk of Elite Four members and Gym Leaders stepping down, shoes had to be filled- and unlike Drayden or Lenora, many of the league's members had acknowledged that it was time for the youth to step in and take charge.

Many challengers stepped up to Alder this year for that sole purpose.

But Grimsley?

"It's easier for us to get scouted in the professional scene- especially in the league, but,"

This was usually the time a bit of shame pinched Grimsley's chest- but with Little Cheri by his side, it felt less like a shameful confession.

"Really, I'm just in it for the money."

Not for the joy of battling, or even for a shot at making it big.

"It's- yeah, it's not the best motivator, but,"

Little Cheri points at a plushie at last; one of a Buneary.

"Anything for the family, you know?"

Rarely does anyone look at Grimsley the same way after that.

But the shopkeeper's face doesn't contort into that of disappointment, or even disgust- its a melancholic sense of understanding, one that Grimsley had a hard time finding in even his mentor, who empathized with his struggles.

"It's not shameful."

"It's- it's not seen that way,"

"They don't get it," The shopkeeper says. "But not everyone has a good hand in life, huh?"

Those exact sentiments were shared by Lillith- and reluctantly, Noland, awhile back.

"Giima," Little Cheri babbles. "Fuh, fuwa fuwa. Fuwa fuwa. Want."

"Fluffy? You want the fluffy, Cheri?"

"Faffy."

"We'll take the fluffy Buneary then," Grimsley laughs. "How much?"

The shopkeeper takes the plush, eyes the price tag- before not so discretely removing it, crumbling it into a ball in their fist.

"Ah, one-and-five-hundred, son," They smile up at him. "Consider it a discount."

He would argue.

But he would also like to buy flowers for his mother later, and the ones sold at Mistralton's market cost a pretty penny.

He takes the plush with a smile of his own, handing it down to the eager child by his side. Little Cheri squeals, hugging the Buneary close to their face and nuzzling it against their cheek.

He gives the shop keeper the payment, and waves his hand dismissively when they offer him his change. "It's fine, sir. We both, uh, have duties to do, don't we? I hope it isn't too big of a discount,"

"It's alright, son- I'm sure my wife won't mind. Just promise to drop by when you do make it big- and buy all these plush dolls for your cute little sibling there,"

Both men laugh as Little Cheri holds their new plush with both hands, eyes sparkling and cooing.

Grimsley would gladly take his sibling out for more shopping, perhaps even sightseeing in Driftveil- but the shopkeeper's words remind him of why he's worked so hard in the first place, despite his resentment for the image he was meant to uphold.

The title he's earned and all that it took to get where he was,

"Giima, tenkyu."

It was all for Little Cheri, wasn't it?

"You're welcome, kid."

Grimsley takes them by the hand again- though they weren't expressive in either expression or tone, Little Cheri seems to have lightened up a bit.

"Let's go, or Shauntal is gonna yap my ear off."

...

As the two boys make their way out of the market, the shopkeeper is approached by a man around his age; it seemed they were planning on selling used books.

"Oh, you're- Godfrey Rood, yes?"

Godfrey looks away from his stock of plush dolls. "Yes. And you're-"

"Zinzolin Ryder," They offer a gloved hand. "One of the sages."

"Yes, I recall- Lord Ghetsis put you in charge of-"

"Researching the legends, as well as gathering the relics."

"Oh, I suppose such a task makes it difficult to do your regular job nowadays?"

"Tell me about it," The other sighs. "The Order has its volunteers- but I need to pull my own weight as well."

Godfrey nods.

He sees Zinzolin is not alone- several people carry his stock to his stall, greeting the pair with a silent nod as they head in and out of the market.

"And I assume those are your followers?"

"Oh, no no no. Not mine-"

Though he was a mere spectator, Zinzolin's eyes did not fail him when he caught a glimpse at those pair of siblings by Godfrey's stall; particularly the smaller of the two, wide-eyed and innocent.

"-The Heart's."

#bw/bw2 rewrite #fic

[bloodiegawz]

Part 1 here~

"You... wah... huuh?!"

Grim exclaimed loudly, while Mika stared on in dumbfounded silence.

"That's... That's crazy! Why would you do that? CAN you do that?!"

The stranger finally tore his eyes away from the wall, turning back to Mika and their monster. It was hard to read the emotion on his face.

"Look, that's not the issue. We need to focus on getting Mika out of here before this whole place collapses, and I'm pretty sure this is our ticket. Let's just-"

"Excuse me? 'Not the issue'?"

Mika finally spoke, bringing Grim up to rest on their shoulders.

"No, I think it's a BIG issue! I don't have a lot of boundaries, but you have just stepped alllll over them, mister! I don't even know who you are, and you think you can just... do... this?!"

Clearly they were upset. Understandably so, considering the situation they were now apparently in. The other rolled his eyes, exasperated.

"For whatever record, my name's Farceur. Congratulations, now you know me. Look, I said I was sorry, alright? Can we drop it?"

In response, Mika marched up to Farceur and jabbed him in the chest with their finger, causing him to step back. His eyes widened a fraction of an inch, growing anger visible.

"We're not dropping it! I deserve an explanation, and we're not helping you 'til I get it!"

"I don't owe you a damn thing!"

While the two bickered, the blot coating the room began to suddenly ooze faster, flowing towards the middle. However, both Farceur and Mika seemed completely absorbed in their argument. Grim was, too, until he noticed the sudden growing darkness in the room.

"Um... guys?"

"God, if I'd known you were going to be this annoying, I would have left you to die in here!"

"You shouldn't have done this in the first place! What kind of insensitive prick just forces an OVERBLOT of all things onto someone and expects them to brush it off?"

"Guys? Helloooo?"

"You're the one stalling! I would have explained myself after everything if you just LISTENED instead of arguing with me!"

"Yeah, right! Like it would take you so long to do that now? You were probably just gonna pretend the whole thing never happened!"

"Shut up already! You don't know what I'd do, and it doesn't matter! Why can't you just worry about yourself?!"

"Both of you, be quiet! Something's- myagh?!"

The room seemed to suddenly shift with a roar, causing Mika to stumble and drop Grim to the floor. He landed with a splat and immediately shook off his fur, coughing up blot. He looked upward, where he saw that the roof was beginning to cave in on itself- most notably, though, was the advancing blot beginning to overtake the oversized beating heart.

Mika was instantly snapped out of the argument, looking around the collapsing room with a new fear. Farceur, on the other hand, was much too invested at this point to let it come to a stop. His hair was disheveled, face red and contorted into an expression of rage without any hint of masking it away.

"OH, fucking GREAT! Now look what you did, we're gonna die here because you can't just focus on what actually matters!"

They shot him a look, but he just kept going, moving closer to them much in the same way they did at the beginning of the argument.

"I hate you, you know that? I've hated you since I knew you existed. But oh, no, it's not 'right' for me to hate you because we've never actually met! Isn't that so stupid?"

They opened their mouth to reply, but suddenly Farceur reached up beside his head and slapped them across the face.

"You know what's stupid?! How you got to be happy, that's what! You got everything! It's not fucking fair! I hate it, I hate you, I hate you!"

It was like a child's tantrum. He was screaming now, stamping his foot on the ground with tears and snot running down his face, and as he ended off his sentence he stared into Mika's face as if to demand something of them.

Mika scoffed, which ended with a soft hiccup.

"You're such an asshole. I never did anything to you."

They turned around, scooped Grim off the ground, and left the room without saying another word, slamming the door as they went.

#the girls are fightingggg #the ramshacklabyrinth #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst grim #farceur #gawzdrawz #writing #twst: mika mckey

[smilemoreimagines]

i would never fall unless it’s you i fall into (Din Djarin/Reader)

Chapter 5

length: 2,561

author’s note: I'm almost done with the next chapter, but i will probably be moving from Canada back to the US within the next month so ummm wish me luck and hopefully there won't be a big wait while that's happening

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3 Chapter 4

With a little one living in close quarters your days are starting earlier than you're used to, and by the time the three of you are walking to the market, apple pressed into your hand by Mando, you’re still rubbing sleep from your eyes. Mando had brought you closer to Maz’s Castle, another clearing in the woods giving cover to the ship, just a short walk through the trees. As you glance back once you catch the words Razor Crest II painted on the hull. 

“What happened to the original Razor Crest?” You wonder aloud as you bite into your apple. 

“It was destroyed,” the Mandalorian states matter-of-factly, and Grogu chimes in with a boom noise, opening his fists at the same time he makes the sound. “Yeah bud, it exploded,” Mando agrees, giving him another apple chunk.

“Was he there for it?” You ask in surprise before you can think better of the question, eyes flicking between the dad and his kid trailing along in his floating pod stroller-thing. He bounces excitedly in place among the pillow and blankets, froggy plush clutched in the hand not shoving fruit in his mouth, and chants, “Boom, boom, boom!”

“Yeah,” Mando confirms, voice growing hesitant, “He was with me at the time.”

Okay, you’ve obviously pried too much, so you shut up and eat your snack, offering a small smile when the blank visor of the helmet turns your way. The tension that showed in the set of his shoulders disappears, the man reverting back to his natural state of casual grace. Restrained power. You admire him for a moment when he looks away from you, but then you’re breaking through the treeline to the very large, already bustling market.

Rows and rows of vendors calling out their wares, wide aisles between the stalls packed with people shopping. Mando informs you that it’s a permanent market, so all the booths with clothing should be in the same area. You don’t tend to like crowds, so at least you won’t have to fight your way through the whole thing to gather what you need. 

As soon as you enter the fray your shoulders raise in tension, arms pinned to your sides trying to make yourself as small as possible as you’re bumped and jostled. The avenues are wide enough that space wouldn’t be an issue if people walked a little more orderly, but in this part of the galaxy? Not gonna happen. A quick glance behind you shows Mando and Grogu a few paces back, gait leisurely. You wish you could muster that kind of effortless calm.

Your lips twist into a tight smile, still unused to having other people around to keep track of in a crowd. When you face forward again you’re on guard and trying to be as out of the way as you can. You push through another tight throng of people and then it feels like the crowd thins out a bit. You let out a deep breath. Then feel a light touch on your upper back, whipping your head around only to relax again when you see it’s just Mando. The helmet tilts down to look at you and he gives a slight nod. You realize the crowd hasn’t thinned at all, they’re parting to make a path for the Mandalorian a single step behind you that’s turned on his aura of deadly power. Just a moment ago he’d been so casual. Did he do that just for you? 

Din would never admit it out loud, but he hated seeing you try to make yourself smaller. In the short time he’s known you it’s become clear to him that you don’t like loud, sudden noises. That you feel safer with routine and clarity. Which is the exact opposite of this market. It had made his chest ache when you walked right into the crowd even with your hackles so obviously raised, posture defensive. You flinched whenever there was a particularly loud shout or bang. Curled further in on yourself when anyone bumped into you too hard. He couldn’t do anything for you about the noise, but he could get people to give you space. 

Grogu looked at him curiously when he turned that part of himself on, the part that was intimidating, that brought attention to himself, the kind that made people give him a wide berth. It was something that he didn’t have to do very often anymore, now that he was trying to give his son a more normal life. A safer life. Din was still bounty hunting. Just not for much longer. 

Even with her so-called “best friends discount” Peli was still charging him an arm and a leg for his re-made ship. After the Crest was destroyed he tried to find a new ship that would work, but he found he didn’t like making do on the vehicle that was essentially his and Grogu’s home, so he’d commissioned Peli to remake her mostly the same but with some more livable upgrades, like the kitchenette. He knew that what he was asking would cost a fortune, and now with the ship done he was taking the last bounties he needed to finish paying it off. Then you showed up. 

You, who is now looking at him like he personally gave you the stars from the sky, and for such a simple favor. The relief of not being pressed in on all sides radiates from your face as you whisper a thank you like it’s a secret. Din likes how open you are in your emotions, however unintentional it may be. As a man who’s made his living from being able to read people well—to know if a quarry was actually complying or just biding their time to get the jump on him—it’s nice that he can tell from a glance what’s on your mind. He enjoys how straightforward you are, how earnest. 

In the few days that you’ve been on the Razor Crest II he finds his gaze drawn to you whenever you’re in the same room. You just have this… gravity to you. Sometimes you’ll ask questions or make little quippy comments and get him talking a bit, but you also don’t mind the silence that often settles between you. You are a quiet soul, and he’s finding comfort in that. 

And it’s plain to see how much that Grogu is growing on you, and vice versa. That’s part of why he threw the job offer on the table so quickly, because of this life he’s now trying to give his son. He wants him to be happy with whoever will care for him when Din can’t. And you’re a Jedi. Or at least, you have the powers of one. He needs to ask you more about that. If you can help his son learn more about his abilities. Din doesn’t understand much about the whole Force-magic thing or why Grogu’s attachment to him makes him unable to be a Jedi, but he still has the Force and in Din’s mind a power like that should be understood. 

Once you reach the section of stalls piled high with clothes and fabrics he tells you to get whatever you’ll need, that you shouldn’t worry over the cost. These last few bounties will cover the ship, but he’s been considering picking up a few more pucks so that him and Grogu can maybe stay in one place awhile, or explore the planets that Grogu has shown interest in. He’s decided now, and those credits will be for you as well. 

You who is all business right now, choosing practical things: underclothes, socks, shirts, pants. He watches as you run your fingers lightly over a colorful scarf, looking at it wistfully for a moment before moving on to the next stall. He recalls what you’d said the day after you jumped on his ship, when you’d woken up from a wound that could have easily killed you—that was still making you walk with a slight limp—taking stock of your ruined clothes and letting the blood-soaked and stained fabric fall to the floor. “That was my favorite thing.” 

The color of this one is soft, like light hitting a waterfall, a diluted rainbow. He’s paying for it and stuffing it in his pouch before you can notice he’s fallen behind, right at your side before you turn to ask him a question about something or other.

It can be disorienting, how your eyes always seem to land right on his own, even through the inky black of the visor. He knows it’s not possible, but still, the thought distracts him. Most people have a hard time picking a spot on the helmet to look, often wavering between his forehead and chin, but not you. Yet all the vendors you’ve talked to today you could hardly look them in the eye for more than a moment before getting fidgety and looking somewhere else. You’re an odd person, but he finds it more endearing than off-putting. 

“Mando?” You ask for the second time, ducking your head slightly as you look up at him. He’s been lost in his head for a minute, just kind of staring at you, or in your direction, anyway. He does that a lot, the staring—observing, to put it more politely—but usually he acknowledges you when you address him. He clears his throat as he refocuses and asks what you need. 

It’s silly and unimportant, surely more so than whatever he was thinking about, but you’ve been at this one vendor for multiple minutes trying to decide if it would be okay to get this dress or not. The fabric is soft and light, flowy and patterned with flowers. It reminds you of one you had as a teenager, one that was stained in blood and bad memories but that you still miss. 

“Can I get this?” You ask, the hesitance thick in your voice. “I’ve gotten everything else that I need, and I know it’s not practical, but…”

“Of course,” he says, interjecting when you trail off. 

You don’t know it, but he’d have a hard time denying you anything, when you ask that sweetly. It can be hard to connect the you that yelled at him for endangering his son to this shy, soft spoken creature, but here you are. A walking contradiction. Your smile is like sunshine breaking over your face as you thank him, and he finds his own lips curling up in response.

“Not everything needs to be useful,” he says to you as he pays, “Some things can just be pretty.” 

You laugh and respond, “And do you like pretty things, Mando? I bet you do. Maybe when I change into this you’ll sneak something nice too, something an actor in a holonet drama would wear. Am I right?” 

He just huffs that laugh that you’re coming to enjoy maybe too much and shoos you to the changing rooms at the end of this avenue. But when you come out wearing that dress, he thinks that maybe he does like pretty things. He certainly likes how you look. Your smile is bigger than he’s ever seen it, more genuine. You wear your feelings on your face, and right now he can’t see any of the pain that usually lives there. Mesh’la. Beautiful. You look beautiful. 

He needs to get these thoughts in check; you’re basically his employee. A strange concept for a man who’s spent most of his life alone, relying on only his own wits and skills to get by, but child-rearing is something that he knows is too important to just wing it. Grogu is his actual son now, not a foundling to be returned, his. And he wants to do the best job of parenting that he can, regardless if that means getting outside help. 

And now that you’ve got everything you need, Grogu decides to make himself known again. The little guy starts chirping, pointing further down the way at some kabobs roasting over a fire, the tone of his voice insisting it’s time for food, feed me now. You run a hand lightly over one of his son’s large ears, agreeing with him that it is probably lunchtime by now. His pod follows eagerly before overtaking you to beat everyone to the food as if it’ll disappear before he can get his little hands on it, Mando right behind both of you. 

When you go to pay for the food he tries to stop you, but you want to spend your few remaining credits from Tatooine on the little guy. “He’s so food-oriented,” you insist, not putting the credits back in your pocket but rather pointedly dropping them into the vendor’s hand, “He won’t be able to not like me if I get him his meal. And as his new nanny, I would like him to like me.”

As you’re being handed three kabobs, Mando can’t help but say, “He already adores you. Wasted your credits to get something you already have.” 

You just shrug. “It’s worth it.” And indeed, Grogu looks at you very happily as he stuffs cooked meat in his mouth, and you pull the kabob from his hands to force him to slow down. You try to hand one to Mando, but he just shakes his head, gestures to his helmet. 

“Oh, right,” you say, lightly smacking your hand to your forehead. You forgot he can’t eat in front of you. You hadn’t really thought about it since he’s mostly been in the cockpit where you can’t follow because of your leg, and he’s taken all of his meals up there. If you can even call them that. You snag some napkins before leaving the stall to find a place to sit and eat with the kid, wrapping the Mandalorian’s food so he can eat it later. He tries to tell you to split it with Grogu, that he’s fine, but you point out, “It can’t be good for you to live off of ration packs exclusively. You have a kitchen. Why don’t you keep real food?” 

Right. He’d specifically asked Peli to include one, but even though he has it he still mostly eats rations. And fruit, because Grogu loves it so much. It’s such an ingrained habit that cooking still feels like a bit of a waste of time. But he knows he should do better for Grogu. And you now, too. 

You find a fountain with some room on the wide rim for you to sit with his son on your lap. He hooks his thumbs on his belt, scanning the area for trouble. Finding none, he looks down at you, slowly managing to eat your food in between feeding Grogu. It is so very hard to fight the feeling of domesticity as he takes the rowdy little boy from you, especially with the smile of gratitude you throw his way for letting you eat. 

Din is already looking at you so he notices the moment your expression drops, jaw going slack before snapping up with a click to clench your teeth together, eyes wild and face growing so pale he’s worried you might pass out. He’s scanning the crowded square for danger, but there’s nothing out of the ordinary happening. Nothing to protect you or Grogu from. 

#din djarin x reader #mando x reader #mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian x reader

[icanbeyourgenie]

[ Peter!Viserys listening at the window to a teenage!Yasmeen telling a story to young!Aeron, the night he came to take them ]

Yasmeen always found it strange how prince Aeron never seemed to know what her purpose was. He was still young after all - not technically younger than her in age, but immortal beings took way longer to grow up, so younger in maturity at least. But she also knew that there was no age for fae cruelty, and that they were initiated to what could be considered 'adult activities' very early in life. But the first night she was sent to him, he only asked for a bedtime story.

As strange as it seemed, she complied. The next time he asked for her specifically, she felt dread sinking into her stomach. Had she made the mistake to be too interesting? She could easily get taken away into her stories, she knew that... But when he asked for another story she realized: she could probably borrow time with her stories. Make them as interesting as she could so he'd always want that instead of something else. She knew the bad part would come, but she could stall. Sherazade did it first, right?

The young prince loved pirates and aventures, so that's what she gave him. Tales of piracy and thiefs and freedom. He didn't particularly like romance, but he adored the part where they fought monsters and found treasures. She was in the middle of a tale, deep into the part where the main character had to fight the mightiest of sea monsters. She had a fake hat and a real sword in her hand, she talked with a fake deep voice and he was laughing. Truly laughing. Until suddenly, he stopped.

The room went chill and Yasmeen clang to the sword as the strangest figure came by the window - she had no idea how to use a sword, she just found it lying around and used it for story purposes.

The figure came in and she realized it was a boy. Around her age - at least in appearance. A little yellow pixie flew around him, casting light on his face.

"Hey I saw you before! You like my window." said the young prince, apparently not frightened at all.

The boy smiled, but it did not quite reach his eyes. Aeron didn't notice that. Yasmeen did. She went as quiet as possible, almost invisible if she didn't stand in the middle of the room too.

"I'm Peter. I was watching you, to see if you were the right man for the task."

Aeron, whose eyes lit up at being called a man, got up from this bed, all excited already. "What task?"

"I'm living on my island, but there's a pirate who is always looking for trouble. He wants my land and I want to fight him off, cause that's mine and there's not supposed to be adults in Neverland!"

"A pirate?! I want to be a pirate!"

"Then you have to prove you can fight other pirates first, right?"

"Yeah! And there's no adult in your island?"

"No. Only children. Adults are too boring to play with us."

"They are!! My mother is always asking me to do boring stuff, but I just want to be a pirate and I want my own ship!"

"If you come with me, we can steal captain Hook's ship. Would you like that?"

"Hell yeah! And 'captain hook' is a lame name. I'd have a much better one!"

"You could. We can do whatever we want in my island, no adults to tell us no."

"How do we go to your island?"

"The sky. We need to fly. Second star the the right, and straight on 'til morning."

"Hey I know how to fly!"

Peter's lips twitched. Only for a micro second and then his charming place was back. Yasmeen could've think she dreamt it, but then her looked at her. He looked charming and a part of her wanted to like and trust him. But another part had the alarm on. He almost looked nice but his eyes were cold. And the pixie that flew around him was looking at her with a death promise in her eyes. The young human girl didn't exactly understand what was going on but she understood these 3 facts: Peter was here for Aeron and the prince seemed eager to join. That Peter was probably not what he seemed. And no matter what, she couldn't escape what would come next.

"That was a nice story." Peter said to her, and all hope of being invisible flew through the window. She stayed silent. But Aeron did not.

"She has the best stories! She's just a human so she's going to die. I didn't know dying people had good stories but she does! It's stupid to die when you have good stories..."

"Indeed it is. Such a waste.." Peter came closer to her. He looked nice. For a second she didn't understand why she was so on guards. Then her alarm came back on. "In my island, nobody dies. Or at least not because of time. No one grows up because adults are the worst. I need somewhere there to tell stories. You're coming?"

"Yes she is!"

"...... I don't know how to fly."

Peter laughed. "Of course not. But that can be arranged."

"Let's go let's go let's go! It's so boring in here."

Aeron was already dressed and ready to go and Yasmeen realized she did not have much of a choice. If she stayed, and was the last person to see the prince, she'd probably be executed for his disappearance. Even if she wasn't, she'd have to go back to the pleasure house, and she'd do anything to get out of this hell. So in the end she took Peter's hand, not yet realizing that she was treading one hell for another.

#that's just me having too much anxiety at 3 am #yasmeen #aeron le fey #yasmeen x viserys #aeron x viserys #yasmeen x aeron #aeron x yasmeen #writing prompt #yasmeen writing prompt #aeron writing prompt #likeafairytale #neverland era