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chronicdisasterwrites · 8 months

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gotta keep these kids on leashes

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader, geto suguru, shoko ieiri (gojo’s past arc)

genre + warnings: - MAJOR FLUFF !! alooot of swearing, smoking, sexual jokes, mention of grandparents doing it (lmao you gotta read it to understand), reader wants to murder the bois, suguru wants to die, everybody is CRAZY!

word count: 3,350 (rip)

summary: OKAY i wrote it. the dynamic quartet is back doing... nothing good. suguru gets hit on, the three losers do crazy stuff and surprisingly no one dies (shocker) :0

enjoy this tomfoolery <3

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the curses are dying and you're not the one doing the killing, your head isn't pounding and your bed is so, so soft. Your window is slightly parted so the cool breeze is making the curtains dance and your skin prick. Nuzzling your head on the plush pillow and pulling your blanket higher so only your head is visible, you open your eyes, check the time, remember you have no classes, smile to yourself and dive back into the warm embrace that is sleep.

Until the tranquil atmosphere is disrespectfully shattered by the idiots you call your ‘friends’.

Your door is kicked open and the sudden sound was enough to make you jump and reach for your katana leaning against the bedside table. Your vision is blurry but your katana is half unsheathed as you contemplate killing the two perpetrators.

“Yeesh, you're hostile in the morning,” Satoru grins as he kneels on the ground and rests his obnoxiously large head on his obnoxiously large palms on the foot of your bed, like some petulant child who broke a vase and is now being their best self to appease their parents. “Nice bedhead,” his grin gets exponentially larger and your hand twitches against the hilt of your katana.

“I told you we should've knocked. You never listen, Satoru,” Suguru sighs as he walks through the gap that used to be your door.

Your morning is thoroughly fucked. The birds are dead, the curses are in your room, your head feels like it will explode and there are tiny fragments of wood all over your bed.

Your jaw clenches and eyes darken as you fully unsheathe your katana with the pure intention of murdering these morons.

“I will give you 10 seconds to run and hide.”

“Aw c’monnn,” Satoru’s obnoxious voice drawls as he attempts to pat your head, but before your blade had the chance to amputate his wrist, Suguru’s hand held Satoru’s away from you; therefore preventing a major bloodshed from occurring. Ever the mediator.

“Okay I think we pissed her off enough, Satoru,” Suguru says calmly as Satoru pouts with a small “Aw man”. Suguru lets go of Satoru’s hand as he slowly takes the katana from your hands and puts it into its scabbard. Releasing a breath he places his hand on your head and gently smooths down your wild mane.

He drawls your name and you look at him with furrowed brows and a deep scowl.

He chuckles, “We’re gonna have a day out and you can get all the mochi and pancakes your heart desires. Our treat, for ruining your sleep and…” he looks at the desecrated door, “…your door.” You hear Satoru whine about why you let Suguru touch your hair and not him and choose to ignore it.

He smiles when he sees the glint in your eyes at the mention of mochi and pancakes and your scowl gets smaller and brows get straighter. You sigh and get up off the bed, “Fine. I have to get dressed so get out.”

“Don’t be late, mochiii~ we’ll be waiting.” He manages to dodge the hairbrush you throw at his head perfectly as he jumps up to run out of the room while giggling like a schoolgirl.

Suguru laughs as he follows his dumbass friend out and you look at your completely fucked door, wondering what you did to deserve this.

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“Can you shut up, please? I'm begging at this point,” Your voice is tired and your eyes are glaring holes into the brunette’s head as she laughs and chortles into oblivion.

“They- broke your- they broke your door-” more laughter. “Dude this is a comedy-” more laughter and snorting. “comedy- gold-” Shoko slaps the table and wheezes as various strangers stare at the two of you and mutter among themselves with concerned faces.

You silently poke at your half-eaten cheesecake as you try to forget the events of the morning and ignore the moron sitting before you.

“Why didn't they torment you like that?” you grumble as you cut up the poor cheesecake with your fork and turn it into mush.

Shoko takes heaving breaths and sniffles as she takes a sip of her matcha latte and drags her chair forward. Her voice is light and thoroughly amused, “Because I'm not fun to tease. You, on the other hand, are the best person to tease,” her lips tilt up to a grin as she stirs her drink with her straw.

You stare at her with dead eyes. “I hate you,” you deadpan.

“Yeah, I love you too,” her grin gets wider and a few chuckles escape her as she bites on her straw.

The mall was pretty packed considering it was the weekend. Pretty girls window shopping and checking out people with their pretty friends. Couples walking around holding hands and laughing at each other's jokes. It was fun to watch them live their lives, as you lived yours. You wish you wore one of your cute, normal outfits instead of your uniform, just for today. But as you look down at your uniform, you appreciate it more. This uniform got you through some crazy times. Some near deaths, some deaths, a lot of blood. You feel comfortable in it, and it doesn't look completely awful.

Suddenly, you hear your name and Shoko’s name being yelled at in the distance and you both look at each other apprehensively and look around the little open cafe you were in. You quirk an eyebrow at Shoko and she shrugs, but then the sound of Satoru’s obnoxious voice yelling both of your names cuts through the chatter of the crowd and you both look to the side to see him running toward your table at full-speed screaming like an idiot. The moment he reaches your table he slams both hands down and heaves and wheeze as people stare at you with genuine concern.

“What the hell?! I've been looking everywhere for you two,” Satoru yanks Shoko’s matcha latte from her hands despite her “Hey!” of protest and makes a scrunched-up, disgusted face upon inspecting the bitten straw. He proceeds to open the plastic lid, chug the remaining latte, crumple up the cup into a tiny ball using his Limitless technique and drop it on the table for you and Shoko to gawk at.

He then looks at your cheesecake-turned-paste concoction and makes another face of pure disgust. “Can't you losers eat properly? Jeez,” he complains as he takes your plate and finishes the cheesecake mutation in two bites.

“Satoru…” you sigh for the umpteenth time that day, as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“What do you want?” Shoko completes for you with her nonchalant voice as she rummages her purse for her pack of cigarettes. At this point, you know you need one too.

He makes wild arm gestures like a cheerleader for every word he utters, “Suguru. Is. Getting. Hit. On.”

Your face is unimpressed and Shoko says “Aha” while holding up a pack of cigarettes.

Satoru visibly deflates as a look of pure shock crosses his face at the shameless nonchalance you both are portraying.

“Okay. So?” you shrug as you pick at your nails with your teeth.

Satoru pulls your hand down and holds it there as he leans down and gawks at you with his jaw dropped and furrowed silver brows.

“No, no. This is serious. Suguru is getting hit on and we're wasting time,” he stares into your eyes and you can see your reflection in the dark glass of his sunglasses. You bring up your free hand to fix your hair using his sunglasses as a mirror and something in his head cracks as he jolts up, grabs Shoko’s hand, and pulls you both towards the scene of the crime. You both scramble to take your purse and you leave more than enough money on the table before being dragged away by a tall, crazy man.

“Listen up. We are going to embarrass the shit outta him, okay?” He's walking faster as he makes his way out of the air-conditioned mall towards the outdoor food court. You and Shoko are reluctantly following him as you honestly have nothing better to do and you can't lie; embarrassing Suguru sounds really fun.

“Roger that, sir,” you do a mock salute and hear Satoru chuckle. “What's the plan?”

“You two will attack first. Shoko you gotta be as scary as possible and-” Satoru’s master plan phase-1 was interrupted by Shoko asking a tangible question. Or actually; questions.

“How scary? Can I slap him? Can I throw water on his face? Should I cry?”

Satoru groans and starts walking even faster. “Okay, you can do all of that, but remember your role is the ‘cheated girlfriend’, alright? You're mad but sad. Mad and sad.”

You hear Shoko mutter “okie” right as Satoru says your name, “You can act as the ‘cheated wife’ or something. Cry, latch onto him, beg him. Go crazy,” he throws a sly grin over his shoulder and you're concerned about the evil lilt his voice took when he said the word ‘crazy’.

“And what about you? What's your role?” you ask as you feel him slow down. You look ahead and see Suguru talking with a pretty woman with long, straight black hair. Satoru stops, steps behind you and Shoko, and says with his usual cocky demeanor, “You’ll see, Lil' Mochi,” and doesn't give you the chance to complain about the nickname as he shoves you both towards the victim of ‘Satoru’s Master Plan Phase-1’.

You and Shoko look at each other with devilish grins as you activate your inner drama queens and launch yourselves toward one unaware, unprepared Geto Suguru.

You gasp and squeal with a shaking hand against your open mouth, “Oh my- Geto Suguru?! How dare you! Especially now- how could-” You choke on a fake sob and place your palm on your stomach as Suguru slowly turns back with wide eyes and a bulging vein on his temple.

“While I'm pregnant with YOUR CHILD?! You're inhuman!” you fall to your knees fake crying your heart out as you cover your face with both palms and try your hardest to not break character.

You hear gasps all around you and the sound of Suguru stuttering, and you wonder if you overdid it.

You then feel someone lift you with their hands on your arms. You glance to see Shoko acting all ‘mad and sad’ as you fall into her arms and fake cry some more.

“It's okay, I understand,” she pats your head with her soft hands and spits fake venom at an even more bewildered Geto Suguru. “He tricked me too. He was cheating on you with me first, you know?” You crank up the fake crying upon hearing this and you feel Shoko’s chest shake and you feel your concentration slipping.

Shoko nudges your head and you look at her with completely dry eyes, as you keep clutching your completely baby-less stomach. Shoko pulls out two water bottles and hands you one. She nods at you and you nod at her. You both look at Suguru and he looks like he just watched his dead grandmother have sex with his dead grandfather or something. He looks aghast. You and Shoko walk towards him and Shoko steps ahead of you as you wait your turn.

“This is for cheating on me, you spineless pig! Even though I was cheating on you too!” she declares as she drenches Suguru in cold water. You hear more gasps and you see the woman he was previously talking to blanch with wide eyes and a slacked jaw. Suguru stands completely still as his bangs drip with water and his left eye twitches in pure rage.

Well, it's your turn. You step up and stare him down and fear for your life when Suguru stares back at you with a dangerous look in his eyes. You gulp down your fears and put on the bravest face you can muster, “And this is for breaking my heart and my hymen! And you weren't even that good!” For the added effect you choke on a fake sob after the last sentence and dowse him in some more cold water. You hear a bark of laughter from the crowd and you huff and hold onto Shoko as you both slowly step away from him as his cursed energy slowly grows and grows. Suguru drags his hand down his face and flicks his wrist splattering water by his side when you hear an obnoxiously loud scoff followed by an even louder voice.

“Can you stop your cryin’? It's hurting my ears,”

Satoru stands there looking like a full-on trophy wife, left arm stacked with shopping bags and right hand on his hip. Dazzled in a silver satin shirt; he definitely wasn't wearing before, with the top buttons open and sunglasses perched on his head, giving the crowd a clear view of his glittering sapphire eyes and very open chest.

You and Shoko gape at him in horror and you both look back at Suguru who looks like he might just explode. His uniform is soaked, his front hair is sticking to the side of his face, and his eyes just about look like they do when he’s fighting curses, except now they look unmerciful.

“Sugu, I'm done with my shopping. How about we go look at some furniture now, hm? ” Satoru slings the shopping bags over his shoulder and sends Suguru just about the sultriest look you've ever seen his face make.

You glance at Shoko and she glances back, and you both bite your lips to stop yourselves from spiraling into a peal of uncontrollable laughter.

Suguru seems to have had enough, as his eyes glazed over and he turns around to face the downright terrified lady.

“You seem nice, but I have some…” Suguru pauses, rethinks his sentence, and continues with a curt nod, “Well, take care.”

He gives her the sweetest, fakest smile as she returns a smile that looks more like a grimace and turns away. She looks back again and sees you and Shoko clutching onto each other for dear life, Suguru still smiling at her with a twitching eye and veins popping on his temple and neck, and Satoru spinning around swishing his shopping bags and singing Suguru’s name like a prayer, and quickly walks away.

The crowd slowly dissipates as you, Shoko, and Satoru stand in silence and Suguru slowly turns around, smile gone, and eyes narrowed, “You idiots… are lucky I didn't like her.”

You break first, and then Shoko, and soon the two of you are shaking each other, rolling around and laughing like absolute menaces. Satoru chortles seeing Suguru’s unimpressed poker face and walks up to him, placing the shopping bags down on the floor.

“C’mon it was funny and besides, we saved your ass. She seemed so boooring,” Satoru drawls and gags.

Suguru exhales as he closes his eyes and the muscle in his jaw twitches. Satoru finds a chink in his armor and grins. He's gonna break.

Satoru laughs and throws his arm around his best friend's shoulder and calls out to you and Shoko.

You two wheeze and try to catch a breath as you see Suguru’s serious face on the verge of breaking.

“Suguru, for the record, I thought she was really pretty,”

You voice your opinion with an innocent smile and Satoru facepalms.

Shoko giggles and shoves you, “That doesn't help, you idiot.”

You throw your head back and laugh, “I dunno dude, I think I lost a bunch of brain cells after that performance.”

“Not like you had any to begin with, Mochiii ~” Satoru mocks and you launch yourself at him as you both run around Suguru, you yelling profanities at Satoru and Satoru chanting “Mochi” and laughing like the actual spawn of the devil.

Suguru finally cracks. Resting his hands on his knees, he bends down and laughs freely, uninhibited; like a child. Shoko smiles and takes out two cigarettes from the pack she safely kept in her uniform pocket. She puts one between her strawberry lips and taps Suguru on his drenched head with her knuckles. Suguru looks up, his laughter subsiding, and accepts the outstretched cigarette held between Shoko’s fingers. He places it between his lips as he rummages his pockets for his little orange lighter. Finding it, he lights his cig and holds it in front of Shoko, as she lights her one. They stand next to each other and smoke their cigarettes while watching Satoru teleport behind you as he grabs you by the waist and spins you around. The sound of his cackling and your screaming fades into the background as Shoko asks, “You think they’ll ever tell each other?”

Suguru leans his head back and blows smoke into the sky. As people start filing out of the food court, you and Satoru were the only rambunctious morons making all the noise in the entire area. He looks at the scene unfolding before him; your head is locked between the junction of Satoru’s arm as his knuckles attack you with fierce noogies. You’re giggling while flailing around like a fish out of water as you try to shove him away but to no avail. Suguru huffs a laugh and takes another drag of his half-smoked cigarette, “Maybe, but not without help.” He nudges Shoko’s shoulder with his own and gives her a devilish grin. Shoko chuckles and stubs out her cig on the sole of her shoe, “What were you thinking? Push their faces together or ask Yaga Sensei to assign them on a joint mission?” She snorts, “That’d be something.”

Suguru hums. He stubs the cigarette butt on the ground and puts it in his pocket and says grinning cheekily, “Nah, I was thinking something more ridiculous. Something fit for two morons of their caliber.”

Shoko quirks an eyebrow and shakes her head with a smile, “Alright.”

You manage to escape Satoru's iron-clad grip after much effort. You boot him on his shin and make a run toward Shoko, tackling her in a massive bear hug. Shoko reciprocates the hug and you two waddle around conjoined like two baby penguins.

“Ow! That hurt!” Satoru limps toward Suguru and leans on him with his arm on his shoulder while Suguru does a hand-clapping motion. He receives a flick on the cheek from Satoru for that.

“That was literally the point, stupid,” you flip him off as he returns the very thoughtful gesture. You both chuckle and Suguru and Shoko send each other cheeky looks.

“Don’t think this is over, by the way,” Suguru says with a vengeance as he flicks you and Shoko on the forehead, to which you both reply with a small “ow”.

“I will get you all back for this. And it won't be pretty,” he ends his threat by flicking Satoru on the forehead; to which he replies with a whiny “I'm already injured, maaaan”.

“Bring it on, champ,” you grin and smack him on his back as you finally release Shoko as you pick up the shopping bags and swing them by your sides. Satoru joins you and takes a few off your hands as you all make your way out of the mall. The golden light marks your path with an incandescent glow. Time flies by incredibly fast when you’re with these children. It's scary, but at the same time, it's humbling. Being with them makes you want to live. They inspire you and drive you to reach greatness. They also make you want to store these precious moments into unbreakable vials or freeze time so you never have to leave. Nothing would go wrong, it would just be the four of you, through thick and thin, through blood and dust, through life and death. But you know you’re smarter than that. However, for today, you'll let yourself dream a little.

“So, how about some KFC?”

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a/n: not another slow-burn, pining, friends to lovers situation w satoru and reader whoops-

tagged: @porridgesblog, @stray-npc

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putting-it-into-parc · 1 month

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jealousy, jealousy - chapter 3: the boys are back

f1 fanfic: lestappen (max x charles)

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summary: the twitch quartet decides to hit the games, for old time's sake. and charles finds out that there is a lot more to the guys than they let on...

chapter 3: the boys are back

“Oh my god,” Charles groaned as he ran over yet another virtual patch of dirt. “This is frustrating me so much.”

“If Alex didn’t have his problems in the straight—” Lando’s pixelated face complained from the corner of Charles’ monitor.

George snickered evilly as he clipped Alex’s rear right, even as his own lawnmower spun out.

“GEOOOOOOORGE!!! PLEASE!!! What the fuck, honestly, this guy—”

Charles navigated a turn to the left.

Then someone moaned, except the word moan did not do whatever that sound was justice. Mooed, maybe, like a fucking cow.

“What the—” he heard George say.

“WHAT WAS THAT???” Lando howled.

Charles couldn’t stop gasping. “DID YOU SHIT ON YOURSELF, ALEX?” he barely made out, before emitting an involuntary high-pitched shriek of laughter.

“Whaaaat?” Alex cried helplessly among the din.

“What was this NOISE, Alex?” Charles demanded. A tear snaked its way down each cheek. And then another. And then he realized he was crying, really crying, and he threw down his headset and ran to the bathroom.

“Alex,” Lando growled, “we lost Charles cause of you!"

Charles shuddered over the sink, splashed some water on his face, and ran back to his rig. “Sorry lads.”

“Whatever, Alex ruined any chance we had to keep playing,” Lando sneered. Alex rolled his eyes and flipped the lid off the top of a beer.

“Guys,” George said. “Not gonna lie, this has me kind of emo for the pandemic days.”

Charles felt a wave of relief wash over him. He wasn’t the only one who’d felt so…mushy. The crying might have been instigated by Alex being a complete degenerate, but he was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that he and these three other guys, whose literal job it was to overtake each other on the track, had survived some of the worst days by just…existing together. Playing their games. Laughing when there wasn’t much else to laugh about.

“Aw, quit it George,” Lando said, “you’re gonna make Charles cry again.” George laughed amicably, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. And as the guys said their goodbyes and signed off, Charles’ DM lit up.

GR63 You okay? charlesleclerc haha yeah sry for game again GR63 Lmfao Alex is an idiot not your fault stay on call

“What’s up?” Charles asked, when he and George were alone on the Discord.

George raised an eyebrow. “Just seemed like you were going through it for a second there, that’s all,” he said, in his smooth George way.

Charles was taken aback. George, although arguably a notch above Lando and Alex on the emotional intelligence scale, never was all that close with Charles. He suddenly remembered George being interviewed for his first points in 2021, his normally photogenic face crumpling as he cried. Actually, who was he kidding, the bastard was beautiful even when he did cry. Some people were just immune to blotchy faces and snotty noses, and the Brit’s worst was everyone else’s most fabulous. But perhaps it was that memory that inspired Charles to say, probably against his better judgment, “Maybe I am.”

“What’s going on?”

“Hmm, well…I dunno, do you ever feel like you don’t know what the other guys on the grid think of you?”

George looked thoughtful. “Yeah, definitely I do.”

“Well? Doesn't that stress you out at all?”

“I mean, sure it does. I guess that’s why the whole communication, team bonding thing is important. I just try to be honest with Lewis, we’re obviously not always on the same page all the time, but I’ve never regretted just telling him what I think. Or just asking him what he honestly thinks about—”

Charles realized that George thought he was hinting at drama between him and Carlos. Or scared about the prospect of having Hamilton as his teammate next year. “Wait,” he said hastily. “Just so you know, things are chill with Carlos. In fact, they’ve been pretty great. I’m gonna be sad when he leaves. But I’m not worried about Lewis, either.”

“Oh,” George said, now looking confused. “Then what exactly are you talking about?”

Charles panicked. He couldn’t just tell George Russell, Max, yeah, that Max, has hated me since we were literally children, and for a long time I hated him too. Then we tried to not hate each other, but now we’ve had these just—weird, that’s really the only way to describe it, moments that I keep replaying in my head, and it’s just driving me insane at this point. It’s the rival thing, right? Please tell me I’m actually just obsessed with winning, not obsessed with—

“Earth to Charles,” George said pointedly.

Charles felt his ears go violently red. “Sorry,” he squeaked.

“Jesus,” George said, his face softening. “Are you sure it’s a grid problem, as opposed to, I don’t know, a girl problem?”

“Ah, yeah. I mean, no. I mean, yeah, it’s like a girl problem. But it’s really a grid problem.” What? Charles was pretty sure he wasn’t capable of forming complete sentences at this point.

George folded his hands and leaned back in his chair. “I’m going to ask you a very, very personal question, and you don’t need to answer it if you don’t want to.”

Charles stared at him blankly.

“Do you like guys?”

Charles burst out laughing. George looked annoyed.

“No! I mean, of course I do as mates, just, you know, not like that. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” George said, although his lips were tight at the corners. “Although I wouldn’t say that in front of Lando.”

Charles was dumbstruck. “Lando’s gay?”

“Bi. Didn’t you know? He had a thing for you at one point even. Max shut that shit down pretty quick though.”

Charles didn’t know what was more shocking, the revelation that Lando actually liked men, or that Max had, for some unknown reason, tried to prevent Lando from making a move on Charles. “Max?” he asked weakly.

“I mean, nothing against Lando,” George said. “He was convinced you weren’t straight. Max said a bunch of shit about how long he’s known you and that you were definitely not into guys. And then all the guys kind of realized at that point that you’d never really said anything one way or the other.”

He supposed this made sense. Sure, Charles had dated a few girls in the past, but before he became really famous, and none very seriously at all. And as for boys…never had he even considered the fact that he could be with one. But why was Max so convinced he was straight?

“Uh, hey, George,” Charles said. “Are you?”

George smirked cryptically. “I’m only going to say this because you seem to be going through a bit of a crisis, and I will personally put an end to your rear wing if this gets out, but I did kiss Alex once, a long time ago.”

Charles gaped.

“For absolutely no reason,” George continued. “We were alone at a party winding down, and he was giving me these eyes, and I suddenly felt like I…had to. Like if I didn’t, everything would just be wrong.”

“And how did that go?” Charles tried to keep his voice steady.

“I think it helped that we were a little drunk,” George chuckled. “We just carried on like it never happened for a while, then Alex got together with Lily. Actually, I talked to Lily and she told me that she knew about it. It was casual for him, I guess. All in good fun, just two stupid blokes. So then I knew I could joke about it with him.”

Charles relaxed. So George had just given it a go, and it was all fine. Probably a good experience, if anything, for them. Having a mate you could be that comfortable with…it must have been nice.

Then he thought of something.

“But it was casual for you too, yeah?”

George’s smile faded.

“I don’t know.”

notes: OKAY so i know i said there would not be more ~main~ content till next gp but i made the mistake of watching the twitch quartet stream which inspired this chapter HAHA i have fully given up on following the season and am now taking inspo from past gps

creative liberties were taken portraying the twitch quartet video and when it was made - irl, it was streamed 2020 during pandemic but obviously this takes place in the 2024 season ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also....spicy spicy georgeeee ;) ngl, not sure if we're going to dig into george's emotional turmoil...i love him so much, i might just have to write him his own fanfic.

bonus george advice if you too happen to be going thru some shit <3

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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k im in bed rn ab to fall asleep but i had this thought and i'm afraid that if i go to sleep I'll forget

a lil thought ab my twitch quartet boys

being on Charles' yacht with Charles and Lando and at first sending like super cute pics in the group chat like of them swimming and getting drinks and stuff, super PG. and then just out of nowhere. boom. a pic or video of Charles and Lando making out and Alex and George are not with you guys for some reason, and they just go crazy.

at some point i probably think one of them will FaceTime you and ask you to just help them out over the phone bc they're so needy <3

sorry if this made no sense i am so tired but had to get this out of my system

ANOTHER THOUGHT THO

the thing ab small dick Charles and boypussy Mick? loving it, need more on that subject

just... them... together... makes my brain go brrrr

they would just be the sweetest little boys and be so good for you. would truly do anything you'd ask them to, ask em to jump off a bridge and they will.

i'm also really imagining you having Charles fuck Mick and you just watching and that making them even more needy, because who wouldn't get needy when their mommy is right there but she's not helping them? they would just be so desperate for your attention whenever you make them do that.

okay these were my thoughts <3 i'm gonna go sleep now

-🕯️

🕯 anon you are quickly becoming one of my favourite people ever I love this so much. I'm gonna talk a bit about each of these thoughts and then hopefully others will come in with more thoughts. Also I'm tagging small dick Charles as SD!Charles because I'm worried about tagging something with the word 'dick'.

TWITCH QUARTET THOUGHT:

Maybe Alex and George both have work with their teams in their factories? So they're both in the UK. You have no where that you need to be and since Charles and Lando are planning to spend a day on Charles's yacht... there's no way you're missing out.

Of course Alex and George both demand pictures!! They want to know everything. So you send them pictures of Charles and Lando swimming, Charles driving the boat, Lando sunbathing, some selfies of the three of you, etc. All very cute and safe for work and Alex and George love them.

But then Charles and Lando start making out, because of course they do. Lando was sunbathing and Charles saw and just... horny. he just horny.

So Charles pounces on him, straddling him and kissing him. And well... Alex and George did ask to be updated. So you simply have to take a few pictures and send them.

Alex and George lose their minds, they want to be making out on a yacht too!! This is not fair!!!

Alex goes over to George's place, and as expected George is a horny mess. They're both very happy that you, Lando and Charles are having a nice day together, but that video made them horny messes and it's all your fault!!

You aren’t at all surprised when you get a FaceTime call from Alex, and you also aren’t surprised to see George with him.

Maybe you make Charles and Lando put on a show for them?? You instruct Charles and Lando on what to do, while Alex and George get to watch it all.

(Also Alex and George both insist on getting to try yacht sex as well, which is only fair)

POLY!MICK/CHARLES:

They’re truly the best boys ever!! They just want to be good for their mommy and be subby babies together.

They both have such big insecurities, but I think they help each other so much? They genuinely love each other so much and are always praising each other. They’re just your good boys who love their mommy and each other.

Having them fuck each other is so good?? That’s definitely something that you have to very slowly work up to, because they both have such large insecurities around it. Mick is terrified of being fucked, terrified of letting someone do that to him. And fucking someone is Charles’s biggest insecurity.

Charles has fucked you before, but you’re his mommy so that’s different. And you’ve stretched Mick out before, even used a small dildo, but again you’re his mommy. It’s so much scarier when it’s just them.

But also, they really really want it? They love making each other feel good, and they desperately want to try fucking each other.

They need you to be there of course, because they’re very good boys and they’d never fuck each other without their mommy’s permission. You guide them, giving them detailed instructions and praise them the entire time.

You start out sitting on a chair facing the bed, telling Charles how to prep Mick. But when it gets time for Charles to enter Mick, he whines and look back to you, “mommy…” he mumbles, holding out his hand.

You join them on the bed instantly, rubbing Charles’s back and praising him. You stay there the rest of the time, comforting and praising them both. They’re so soft and sweet with each other! Charles goes slow, and Mick loves it so much, wrapping his legs around Charles’s waist and letting out the cutest little whines.

They do so well!!

From there, they love fucking each other. But their mommy must always be there to watch and look after them. They get so subby together, feeding on each other’s energy until they’re both whining messes, rutting against each other until they come.

(I’m obsessed with this)

#poly!twitch quartet #sub!charles #sub!Mick #ln #al #cl #gr #ms #nsfw.#f!reader #🕯️

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FABIO REPLIED TO LEWIS AND NOT TO PIERRE

#I KNOW THEYRE FRIENDS THIS IS JUST PROOF FABIO SIMPS TOO HARD #KSMSKSKSKKS #i love them <3 #twitch quartet who only these three <3 #back to chemistry now <3 bye

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Promised Part 13 - Tom Riddle x reader

Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 3.1k

Part 13 - Pranks & Proper Paybacks

The quill in your hand scratched lightly over the parchment as you were taking notes for Astronomy in the library. It was quiet, as usual, except for the occasional questions and thereof resulting explanations between Ben and Camille. She helped him study for his upcoming Herbology exam, for which he clearly hadn’t revised enough yet. Silly boy.

Tom was there too and sat next to you, completing the quartet round the table. He tried his best not to hiss at them every time Ben asked something. You noticed from the corner of your eye, how he gulped down every thought that built up in his head when another word poured from Ben’s mouth. It was amusing, to say the least, seeing Tom battling with himself to keep his cool. He still didn’t like Ben very much and would much rather study with you alone. But the fact that he had voluntarily sat down with the three of you, tried to behave and didn’t yell at Ben whenever he opened his mouth, told you that he probably didn’t hate him as much as he pretended to.

“So, about the Fluxweed again,” Ben whispered, browsing through his book. “How many days does it have to grow?”

Camille was about to answer when Tom pressed his palm against his forehead and exhaled dramatically. “Sixteen, Ben. It’s sixteen. She’s told you that three times at least.”

Ben took a quick look at Tom, while still fumbling through the book. “I know, mate. I just can’t memorise it. Why do I even need to know that?”

Tom flung a piece of parchment toward him, pointing at the empty sheet. “Write it down, then. There are some things you must know. Get over it.”

“Alright, alright,” Ben grinned and didn’t seem to care about Tom’s tone at all. “I’ll write it down, see? Fluxweed takes thirteen days to grow. Happy now?”

“Sixteen,” Camille, Tom and you sighed in unison.

“Oh.” He crossed out the number and sloppily wrote the correct one above it. “Sixteen then.”

Camille and you chuckled to yourselves while Tom only shook his head slightly, his eyes back inside his own book. Ben certainly was careless, or to be more precise, a lot more careless than Camille, Tom and you when it came to grades. The way he talked about homework and even exams was astonishing. He hadn’t even studied for his O.W.L. in Care for Magical Creatures in his fifth year, and he still got an ‘Exceeds Expectations’. Or so he had told you. He had always found a way to talk his way out of things, which was reasonable. Teachers really seemed to like him. Or rather do anything to stop him from talking once in a while.

“Oh, wait,” Ben said again.

“Just read your book,” Tom grunted.

“No, hang on.”

Ben stood up and stretched his arm out quickly, reaching and grasping for something to your left. You all turned your heads and saw him catching something that had been flying right at you.

“I might be bad at Herbology. But you’re lucky I’m a bloody good Seeker,” he said and twisted the thin thing between his fingers.

“What is it?” Camille asked. “Let me see.”

Ben put the thing down onto the desk, still pressing his index finger on top of it. “It’s a quill. But it appears to be jinxed. It was flying on its own and headed right for your face,” he said and looked at you. “Still wants to, I can feel it moving.”

The grey quill twitched eagerly beneath Ben’s hand, trying to escape and pointed its sharp tip right at you, ready to pierce into your skin.

“Not again,” you mumbled.

“Again?”

Things, odd things, had been happening during the week. Someone had definitely played some pranks and antics on you. You hadn’t found out who it was yet, but it certainly had become pesky. On Monday, someone had left you a note that said Professor Merrythought wanted a word with you. Once you had arrived at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom however, you were met with a confused teacher and had a hard time explaining yourself. Tuesday, someone had poured Rash Powder over your dinner. You had almost taken a bite but thankfully had noticed the unfamiliar smell in time. Wednesday was more subtle. There had been puddles and slippery spots everywhere you stepped. Avoiding them had been a tedious task. And now, on Thursday, this. The quill didn’t look like it could badly injure you, but its vivid nature was a sign for a hex, rather than a jinx. No matter who it was, all those things did tear on your nerves. Not only because the pranks got to you, but because there was a possibility someone had been following you without you noticing. Every time you had gone to the Come and Go Room you had turned around and checked if someone was behind you, just in case. That was the exhausting part.

“Just some pranks,” you explained. “I don’t know who or why, but it’s getting fairly ridiculous.”

“Could someone,” Ben puffed. “Stop this thing? It’s trying to escape.”

Tom pointed his wand directly at the quill and rolled his wrist. It lit up for a fraction of a second and crumbled to dust right after.

“Ouch,” Ben hissed and fanned his hand through the air hastily before putting his index inside his mouth. “Thanks, mate.”

Tom smirked complacently, partly for the spell he had just cast and partly for burning Ben’s fingertip. “Anytime, mate.”

Camille dragged her finger through the ashes, took a good look at them and rubbed it off between her index and her thumb. “Who would do that?”

“I don’t know,” you answered.

“Avery and Lestrange again, perhaps?” she asked.

“Unlikely,” Tom said. “I checked on them some days ago. They’re still with Carpe most of the time, scrubbing the floors and polishing trophies. And besides, they wouldn’t dare.”

“Who else could it be then?” Camille asked as she blew the remaining ashes off the desk with a quick cleaning spell.

The four of you exchanged looks around the table. “To be honest,” Tom began. “I was suspecting you for a while, Ben.”

“Me?” Ben asked wide-eyed. “Why would I do that? I just stopped that quill.”

“‘I’m aware, I’ve seen that now.”

Camille hummed, deep in thought. “Wait,” she said. “What about Freda? Freda Morris.”

“The head girl?” Ben asked.

“Yes,” she said. “She was so jealous at Slughorn’s party, wasn’t she?”

Tom looked at you, biting on the inside of his lower lip, then nodded. “That doesn’t sound too far fetched.”

“I wouldn’t have thought she’d be so creative,” you said while picking up your books. “Well, I’ll keep an eye on her then.”

Once you had gathered all your things, you got up and waited for Tom to do the same.

“Where are you going?” Camille asked. “It’s not even seven yet.”

“I have to,” you stopped yourself. You had to tend to the potion in the Come and Go Room again. Needless to say, you couldn’t tell them that. “I have to go and look after Nagini. The snake. She’s shedding at the moment. Talk to you soon.”

“Let us know if something else happens,” Camille said and waved you goodbye.

Tom followed you silently. Of course, they didn’t ask him why he had to come and check on Nagini as well. The perks of being intimidating. Apart from this, Camille and Ben surely didn’t mind studying without him nagging all the time.

On your way out, right when you left the library and headed toward the grand staircase, Tom and you were halted by another student. Platinum blonde and blue-eyed, Abraxas Malfoy, who was one of Tom’s ever so devious sycophants, locked eyes with him.

“Tom,” he greeted and stopped right in his tracks.

“Abraxas,” Tom replied.

Oh, what did he want now? There wasn’t a lot of time until the potion had to be stirred, so you hoped Malfoy wouldn’t keep you from going any longer.

“So,” Abraxas began. “I’ve seen, you like to keep new company these days.”

Tom frowned and looked over his shoulder. Clearly, Abraxas didn’t mean you. “What are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything,” he said and chortled a sour laugh. “I’m just observing. You’re dealing with mudbloods now?”

He was talking about Ben. Malfoy and Tom’s other ‘friends’ had probably seen you in the library together. Or in the Three Broomsticks, some weeks ago. Abraxas must have felt really brave to talk to the head boy in this way. His chest was swollen with pride and the glint in his gaze spoke more than he could have ever said. He was out to get something from this conversation.

Tom only exhaled sharply and stared back at Malfoy, completely unconcerned about his reproach. “And how come that’s any of your business, exactly?”

“Oh, it isn’t of course,” Abraxas answered. “I was just surprised. Shocked even.”

“I do apologize,” Tom sneered, clicking his tongue in fake sympathy. “That the gathering of other people, who don’t concern you in the slightest, has ruined your precious day.”

Abraxas stared back at him, obviously trying hard to keep calm. His smile still sat neatly on his face; it were his eyes that betrayed him. “No need to worry about me. I merely started thinking, daydreaming, that your Grandfather might not appreciate that.”

Now he had gone too far. Tom took a step closer, his nostrils flared for a moment and a vein on his neck stood out. “Abraxas,” he whispered so spitefully, it almost sounded like he was talking in Parseltongue, words spilling out of him like pure venom. “I’d advise you to worry about your own life. Because if you don’t, wouldn’t it be tragic if your Mother found out what happened last year at your house? When the maid left and never came back? What was the reason again? If only I remembered. Oh, I do.”

Malfoy’s expression changed momentarily, his head sunk and his eyes darted across the floor, trying hard to think of what to answer.

“Do we understand each other?” Tom asked.

Abraxas nodded, lips thin and full of fury. He instinctively retracted and took a step back, keeping his head low and looked up at Tom through knitted brows.

“Good,” Tom said and left Malfoy standing there.

Continuing to walk to the grand staircase with you, he appeared like nothing but a casual chat between two friends had just happened.

“Well,” you said after Abraxas was out of earshot. “That was interesting.”

“They’re all so stupid, sometimes I wonder how they’ve lived this long,” Tom replied. “I have dirt on every single one of them. And they try to blackmail me. Ridiculous.”

“Idiots indeed,” you shook your head. “Do I want to know what happened to the maid?”

“I guess not. It’s a long, repulsive story.”

No doubt it was. Abraxas was known for his dreadful ways and how he had tormented younger students ever since. He wasn’t like Avery or Lestrange, a dumb follower, who had Hippogriff crap for brains. No, he was mindful, awfully aware of his surroundings and constantly seemed to brood about his next step. He reminded you of Marvolo, they both had the same aura, cold and demeaning, always looking for ways to take advantage of other people’s misery. It was no surprise that he had tried to intimidate Tom, maybe even pass him in their hierarchy by threatening to tell everyone about his association with a muggle-born. But he hadn’t thought it through. Tom Riddle wasn’t one to mess with and he had just made that crystal clear. Ben might have not been his friend, but still, he hadn’t let Abraxas speak ill of him.

“I wouldn’t have thought you liked Ben,” you said once you turned another corner.

Tom opened his mouth and looked at you in disbelief for a moment, as if you had just insulted him, before he started talking. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, it just seemed like it. You came to his defence so quickly. That’s why I assumed.”

“This wasn’t about Hilt. It was about me, Marvolo and that bootlicker Malfoy.”

“Whatever you say,” you replied teasingly while Tom rolled his eyes.

Friday evolved to be the worst day of the week. Not only had you almost gotten detention for falling victim to a Knockback jinx during Defence Against the Dark Arts if Camille hadn’t come to your rescue. Professor Merrythought still hadn’t forgotten about your visit on Monday and thought you were trying to disturb her lesson again. But in addition, your curriculum almost hindered you from tending to your potion completely. It had become nearly impossible to handle everything at once. Your classes, homework, studying for the N.E.W.T.s, taking care of the antidote and on top of all that, those stupid pranks. It had been draining and your body ached for a bit of rest.

On your way to Tom’s dorm, when the sun had already set and you were finally done with everything for the day, you heard the clink of a door handle turning behind you. It almost had gone overheard, the only thing you wanted to do was sit down for a moment and unwind, even if only for an hour. You had already reached the door to Tom’s room and could have just entered to forget about the world for a while. But there was this unsettling feeling inside of you and Camille’s words from the library ran through your head again. You turned around. And thank Merlin you did.

Freda Morris stood in her own door frame, smirking maliciously, with her wand pointed right at you. She must have been taken by surprise, it didn’t seem like she had expected you to look at her. Her wand sank in an instant before she hid it behind her back.

“You,” you muttered, taking some steps her way. “It was you all week, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said smiling, trying to take the high ground, but you wouldn’t let her.

“Just admit it at least. Coward. You know exactly what I’m talking about and you were just trying to do it again, weren’t you?”

Freda shook her head and put a strand of hair behind her ear with her skinny fingers. “I’m head girl, dear. I would never do anything to harm another student if that is what you’re implying. I don’t know what could have given you the idea.”

“Oh shut up,” you spat. “Head girl, yes. An awful excuse for one at best.”

The door behind you opened and Tom appeared from inside. He looked out into the hallway frowning. “What’s all that noise about?”

“Your fiancée’s throwing a fit.”

“Camille was right,” you said, still not taking your eyes off Freda. “It was her. The note, the quill and everything else. I just caught her right in the act.”

Freda heaved one single, shrill laugh at your words and straightened her posture. “I just told you, I would never do such things.”

“What were you doing then? Pointing your wand at me, when I have my back turned on you.”

She pondered, taken aback, while she looked at Tom beside you until her grin appeared back on her face. “You’re imagining things. I was just leaving my room to go and talk to Professor Dippet. That’s when you started to yell at me for no reason.”

“Liar!”

She didn’t lower herself to even look at you anymore. Instead, she looked at Tom. “Is this really what you look for in a woman? Hysterical and hostile? I would have thought you had better taste.”

The need to go up to her and slap her across the face seemed almost unbearable. Your hands were balled into fists and it took all your might not to take out your own wand and pay her back everything she had done to you, times ten. Tom on the other hand stayed calm and smiled weakly while looking back at her.

“Don’t worry about my taste, Freda,” he said. “I’d rather worry about your memory. Maybe you haven’t been informed, which would be very unfortunate seeing that you are head girl, but Professor Dippet isn’t in Hogwarts today. He’s been called in by the Wizengamot. How could you have been on your way to him then?”

Freda’s smile faltered, her eyes darting back and forth between Tom and you. “I must have not gotten his owl then.”

“Certainly,” Tom said. “I want a word. Now.”

“No,” you intervened and he stopped his movements to look at you. “I can do this myself.”

Tom stepped back with a small smirk on his face. Freda was in for a treat. You walked up to her until there was only a hand’s breadth of space between your faces.

“Listen now,” you said, your heart pumping strongly inside your chest. “I don’t know what you were thinking. If you were thinking. But I swear, if you ever play another of your pranks on me again, I-”

“You what?” she asked and shoved you by the shoulder. “Do you think I’m scared of you?”

The moment she had touched you, you felt something moving by your feet. Nagini had slithered out through Tom’s open door and hissed louder than you had ever heard before. Freda gasped and took several steps backwards, startled by the snake. Nagini placed herself between the two of you and reared up, looking as huge and aggressive as ever. Her hisses were meant for one person only and when you looked back at Tom, you recognised that he wasn’t talking to the snake. She had come to your defence on her own.

“Take that thing away,” Freda yelled. “Make it stop.”

“Or what?” you asked. “You might have not been scared of me yet, but I promise you, give me one more reason and you will be.”

She didn’t dare answer, still looking down at Nagini in utmost panic and tried to foresee every move the snake was about to make. You savoured on the sight for a moment, fervently enjoying how Freda fumbled for the doorknob behind herself.

“Come Nagini,” you then said as you turned around. “Leave her alone. For now.”

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Sister, Sister (4/_)

Anne and her older sister reunite and wreak havoc on the small town of Avonlea.

Older! Gilbert Blythe x Anne’s Older Sister! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Romance, Family Angst??, Angst: guns, knives, Gold conmen

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“Pfft. That stupid orphan with her bar wench sister. Is it bad that I find it hilariously ironic?” Billy snorted, as he led his trio of buddies into the main town of Avonlea. “It must be a regular occurrence for orphans to grow up to be the nuisances of the world.” The blond boy kicked a pinecone out of his way. The cone jumped over the snowbank, before landing in the hard snow with a crunch.

“It was hilarious seeing that orphan go all red when you teased her about her sister. As if she could get any redder than her ugly hair!” A goon chuckled.

“Yea!” A second boy snickered, “Then how she got all flustered when Mr. Phillips came in and berated her about being too loud.”

“She’ll never learn to be civilized,” the third boy shrugged his shoulders casually.

The trio snickered but went silent when Billy raised his arms to his sides and halted the lot of them.

“Well, well, guess who it is.” He pointed at the flash of red hair that turned around the corner of a brick building. “It would be rude not to say hello to our dear, orphan classmate.” Billy Andrews smirked and popped up the collar of his shirt to cover his chin, then he made his way towards the flash of red hair he had spotted. The boys behind readjusted their own wardrobes and scurried after their partner.

The quartet casually strolled past the large window of Mister Gilligan’s Market shop, where a young man with raven hair watched them stroll past with a raised brow.

It wasn’t uncommon to run into people you know around town. After all, Avonlea was a small town, but why Billy Andrews and his posse seemed to be stalking through the town like the Wallstreet men in America, was beyond Gilbert Blythe.

The ravenet shook his head in dismissal at the group of boys that were three years his junior and continue to restock the shelves for Mister Gilligan. His dark brown eyes glanced out the window once more, an unknown feeling worming its way into his gut.

“Blythe!” Gilbert whipped around to the elderly shop owner, “When you’re done with that shelf, take a 10.”

“Yes, sir.”

Billy Andrews and his posse had that stupid little redhead cornered! She was bent over a stack of boxes at the end of the alleyway and spoke in a quiet voice. Whatever she was saying, the boys didn’t care, but it seemed to only prove their suspicions that she was beyond mental.

Billy stepped carefully over the muddy snow that covered the alley and stalked up behind the redhead. Then in a flourish, he grabbed the ends of her dark green pea coat and flipped the tails over her head.

The girl shrieked as she was ambushed from behind.

What Billy was expecting was to find frilly, white bloomers, but instead found a pair of brown riding pants with brown, muddy boots.

Billy scoffed and spun on his to return to his group of pals. The trio was cracked up in stitches. Although for the blond, it wasn’t as entertaining as the last time he had lifted Anne’s skirt.

“Not as funny as the last time,” Billy voiced his thoughts, “She’s wearing pants.”

“Must’ve learned her lesson from last time!” One of the boys snickered.

“You a little caught up there, Anne?” Another boy teased.

The quartet watched as Anne - or who they thought was Anne - throw the ends of her winter coat off of her head and whip around to face her attackers.

Billy and two out of three boys froze and choked when they noticed the fuming redheaded woman glare daggers at the quartet. Raymond, one of the less intelligent boys of their quartet was still chuckling at “Anne’s” misfortune.

(Y/n) grit her teeth, clenched her fists, and squared her shoulders. “Anne. You know Anne? Anne Shirley-Cuthbert?”

Billy swallowed and nodded, “W-We apologize, ma’am. We t-thought you were-”

“Anne. You thought I was Anne...Do you tease, Anne? Throw her skirt up over her head to see her bloomers?”

Three out of four shook their heads rapidly. “N-No, ma’am!”

But Raymond tilted his head, “What’re you talking about, Billy? We did that to her two weeks ago.” Multiple hands slapped onto Raymond’s mouth.

“S-Shut up, Ray!”

“H-He’s an idiot, ma’am! He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!”

(Y/n) snorted and then erupted into a fit of giggles. The boys glanced at each other nervously as the redhead burst out into laughter.

Gilbert had just opened the back door of the market to enjoy his ten-minute break but froze in the doorway as he found a red-haired woman laughing in front of him and Billy Andrew’s posse. He bit into the skin of his apple carefully.

The woman regained her composure and let out an exhausted sigh. Ooooh, she was gonna bust these boys up really well. “So you’ve been tormenting my little sister?”

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Gilbert, with the sudden news that his old classmate has an older sister. With the quartet, they expected an old, busty barmaid with warts and gray hair and rotten teeth. The cliche image of one who works in a tavern.

But instead here was this young woman with a nice boson and flawless teeth and skin. Her hair was bright red like a burning ember rather than the pumpkin orange color her sister has and it wasn’t pinned back. Her hair wasn’t twisted into an updo like women’s fashion demanded, instead, the wavy locks laid on her shoulders and down her chest. Almost like a lion mane of scarlet red hair...

Like her hair, she looked wild.

And Gilbert Blythe was heavily intrigued.

“Y-Y-You’re-”

“Anne’s older sister, yup.” She popped the ‘p’ and began to roll up the sleeves of her jacket, “Now who was the one who tried to see my bloomers?” Anne’s older sister resembled a very pissed off lioness that was ready to spill blood for her kin.

Gilbert leaned against the doorway and his brown eyes flickered back and forth between the pissed off redhead and the quartet of scared boys. He learned first hand that Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned - especially a redhead. The right side of his face twitched at the memory of Anne smashing her chalk tablet against his head.

He blinked out of the memory when the trio pushed Billy Andrews towards the red-haired woman.

The blond tried to dig his feet into the snow to stop being pushed forward, but his feet sunk deeper into the dirty snow. He could feel the cold seep into his shoes and sock his socks. Eventually, he fell tripped on his own two feet and stumbled face-first into the muddy snow of the alleyway.

(Y/n) snorted at the pathetic display the boys had just performed. She rolled her eyes and approached the fallen boy.

Billy pushed himself up by his arms, but he yelped when he felt the back of his jacket be yanked. The redhead woman had picked him up like a puppy by the scruff and threw him back to his friends’ feet. Billy stumbled back to his feet and leaned against one of his friends for support. His feet still slipped on the frozen ground.

“You guys are pathetic.” (Y/n) spat at the boys. “And if I catch you messing with my sister or trying to peek at another girl’s bloomers I’m going to really show you not to mess with a Shirley.” She cracked her knuckles as emphasis. “Now, scram!”

The boys scrambled to escape Anne’s angry older sister. Billy winced and yelped when a large snowball pelted him in the back of his head. “She’s got ammo! Run!” Raymond shrieked, ensuing the other boys to squeak and yelp.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but snicker as the boys ran away like scared little girls.

“Hmm, it looks like Billy Andrews finally got his comeuppance.” (Y/n) jumped in the air and spun around. Her eyes met dark brown eyes that stared at her in amusement. A young man was leaning against the doorway of the large brick building that bordered the alleyway.

“ ‘Billy Andrews’? He sounds like a spoiled brat.” She retorted and returned to the wooden boxes she was inspected before she was so rudely interrupted.

“What’re you doing?” Gilbert crossed his arms.

“Looking for...Oh! There you are.” The redheaded woman practically dove into the bunch of boxes. Gilbert furrowed his brows. Then she popped back up to her normal height, but she had something small bundled inside her peacoat. She approached the dark-haired teen and revealed what she was protecting from the cold.

A small golden face with a streak of white on its muzzle popped out of the dark green fabric and stared at Gilbert with bright blue eyes.

“Looks like your delivery from the mainland had a stowaway.” (Y/n) smiled.

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vannahfanfics · 5 years

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One for the Memories

Category: Friendship Fluff, Comedy, Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Characters: Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser, and Lyon Vastia

Requested By: Ella (Ao3)

To be honest, Lucy was quite unsure what to think as she stood beside Gray and Juvia in the secluded office where the Master had requested to speak privately with them. It wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary if it were Natsu and Gray, maybe Erza too, considering how destructive the lot of them were and Lucy usually normally ended up being dragged into the scolding after their latest escapade, but she had to admit that the ice mage and the water mage were an odd pair. The two of them seemed not to have the same considerations; Juvia was purring with delight as she hung on the muscle of Gray’s upper arm and whispering sweet nothings with the occasional intense glare in Lucy’s direction, while the object of her affections was attempting to pry her cheek from his arm and grimacing in embarrassment. When the Master appeared with a slight cough, the attention of the three was captured, eager to learn what the old man had summoned them together for.

“A very nice opportunity for the guild has presented itself. The nationally-renowned Sorcerer Magazine has requested a photoshoot of the three of you that will be the main feature of the next issue,” he explained, and Lucy’s eyes widened in shock. Model-quality beauties like Mirajane were featured in the magazine quite often, but this was the first time Lucy had been afforded the opportunity; for a brief second she swelled with pride with the thought of It’s about time! before her heart slammed into her ribcage as it came to a screeching halt; Lucy had never modeled before, and that unnerved her. Juvia and Gray seemed unperturbed; Gray was his usual indifferent self, even deigning to groan about what a useless venture it was, while Juvia squealed and hearts beat in her eyes at the thought of being in a photoshoot with her darling ice mage. When she realized that Lucy was also to be featured though, she peered around his front with a low grumble.

“Stay away from my darling Gray, love rival.” Lucy had gotten quite used to Juvia’s accusations and her teeter-totter attitude; when it came down to it, Juvia would back her up in tough situations, and that’s all that mattered. Still, it was a bit tiring to constantly be accused of harboring feelings for the man when she had nothing of the sort.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Juvia.”

“What?! How dare you insult Gray! Take it back!” Lucy just rolled her eyes as steam poured from the water-woman’s ears, and focused on what the hell she was going to do about the modeling shoot.

They met the photographer the next day at the train station. They had been informed that a member from another guild would be also part of the modeling shoot, and while Gray ran around with a lovestruck Juvia chasing him around in circles leaving little hearts in her wake, Lucy wondered who it could be. There were a number of heartthrobs, both male and female, in the guild world, many of whom she had met during the Grand Magic Games just a few weeks before. As her mind flew through the many possibilities, she did not notice the train arrive and the last member of their quartet arrive until the photographer gleefully shouted, “Cool, cool, now everyone is here!”

“What?!” Gray and the newly-arrived Lyon shouted in unison and pointed at each other with the color draining from their faces. Gray continued to stare with his mouth agape and eye twitching, while his rival in ice magic quickly regained his composure and sidled over to Juvia with ice swirling in his hand to form a fluttering dove.

“My darling Juvia, how lovely it is to see you again~”

“Ugh, I’m going to spend all day trapped in some twisted love triangle,” Lucy muttered under her breath as Juvia proceeded to jump behind Gray and peer at Lyon with waves of refusal rolling off her; Lyon deflated with a defeated sigh, the dove fluttering off as if it did not witness the crushing rejection before dissolving into sparkling ice. The photographer was blissfully unaware of the love being thrown around the train station; with another gleeful, “Cool, cool!” he jumped between the troop of wizards and announced that they would soon board the train for their photoshoot destination.

Once they were settled into their booth and trying to ignore the messy love tangle that was still unfolding around her, Lucy decided to approach the photographer with the questions that had been burning on her tongue all the while.

“Where will the photoshoot be held?”

“Oh, yes, yes! We’ll be visiting a town nearby called Crystalwake! It’s one of the most famous vacation spots in the entire country, known for its crystalline shores and crystal-clear waters!” he announced with almost too much enthusiasm. Lucy couldn’t help but mirror it, clasping her hands together with an excited squeal while her brown eyes sparkled like the diamond lights playing across the famous waters of the aforementioned beach town.

“Really?! Crystalwake? Oh, I’ve always wanted to go there!” she trilled as she squirmed excitedly in her seat, a scowl gradually deepening on both Gray and Juvia’s faces as her body rubbed up against his. She distinctly heard Gray mumble, “What’s the big deal?” while Lyon was once again trying to shoot his shot at Juvia and falling utterly short. The venue had been featured multiple times across many magazines in all sorts of contexts, and Lucy thought it was simply the perfect spot for a photoshoot because it was so incredibly romantic. Once that word sprouted in her brain, however, her blissful train of thought came to a screeching halt in its tracks and she looked at the photographer with acute confusion and a slightly perceptible level of fear. “Wait, what kind of photoshoot is this?”

“I am so glad you asked! Last issue, Sorcerer Magazine polled its readers concerning their favorite couples or potential couples within Fairy Tail with the caveat that they would be featured in a special photoshoot, and there were two that were overwhelmingly popular!” Instantly, Lucy was even more perplexed; people pinning Gray and Juvia as a couple wasn’t exactly surprising, but the fact that people could see her with Lyon, whom she had only had limited contact with, was quite exceptional. She would have thought for sure that she would be paired with Natsu, her actual team partner! “The top votes were Lucy and Gray, and Lyon and Juvia!” If her train of thought had come to a screeching halt before, it totally derailed this time. The entire train car became a symphony of their deranged screeches of disbelief; the mildly puzzled photographer just sat there blinking with the smile still on his lips as they all jumped to their feet and began screaming together in one frightening harmony.

“What? There’s no way that I can let my love rival be in a photoshoot with my Gray! Cancel it! And I want to know what crazy people even consider Lucy and Gray a couple!” Juvia shrieked, actually becoming fluid around the edges as she worked herself up to a near-boiling point.

“Juvia’s right! There must be some mistake! Me and Gray? I mean, who would think that up?” Lucy cried, mostly out of fear of retaliation if she expressed the fact that she was actually relieved to be paired with the ice mage that she actually knew.

“What the hell does that mean, Lucy?” Gray frowned and leaned down over her to peer into her face with his eyebrows narrowed accusingly. Lucy flushed red, both out of his proximity and the fact that she had upset him with her hasty comment.

“I-I mean, of course I like you, Gray-“

“Love rival!” Juvia shrieked, her curling blue hair nearly whipping about like snakes as she dissolved further into fluid form, and the Celestial wizard hurriedly whipped around to laugh nervously and wave her hands in a dismissive gesture.

“No, Juvia, that isn’t what I meant-“

“So you do want to do a photoshoot with me?” Gray asked with a devilish grin and his chin tilted up in a challenging gesture. Lucy deflated like a balloon as she took the assault on two sides. This is turning out to be a much bigger pain than I thought!

“I get to be in a photoshoot with Juvia! <3” Lyon howled as he clapped his hands giddily together, obviously the only one happy with the way that things had turned out. The photographer somehow managed to convince the fiery water wizard that the pairing would have to stay so as not to disappoint the readers, but it had been Gray quipping that Juvia needed to make her fans happy to finally get her to agree with the fact; still, the entire train ride to the beach, she was obviously seething with displeasure beside Lyon, who was giving off a bright aura of one who had achieved enlightenment and ascended to the astral plane.

Needless to say, Lucy’s head was hammering with headache by the time they stepped off the train.

Despite the twist of events, Lucy could not help but be cheered by the vacation spot’s atmosphere. The train station was open to the elements, allowing the salty breeze to waft in and kiss the soft skin of her bare arms and legs and leave and aftertaste on her lips as she strolled with the photoshoot party across the wooden planks that made up the boardwalk-like structure. The roof was simply a cloth pavilion made of thick fabric that flapped in the ever-present winds rolling off the waves she could hear crashing in the near distance. As they walked out from beneath the shade, the sun was there to greet her, offering her an embrace of its warm rays. Her headache was all but erased as she ran down the boardwalk to behold the famous shore, and as she leaned over the wooden railings with a hand to her eyes to take in the majesty of the beach, no magazine picture could have ever prepared her for its brilliance. It took her breath away.

The white sands stretched on in either direction for miles and miles, each individual grain sparkling like a shard of crystal as the sun’s bright rays struck its prism-like surface. The water was a shimmering cerulean, fading into sapphire as the depth increased towards the horizon; above the gently lapping waves, the sky was cloudless and brilliantly blue, the sun hovering at its highest point to bathe the beachgoers in its tanning streams. Gray and Lyon even seemed captivated by its majesty, and Juvia was able to forgo her ire to stand beside Lucy with her breath caught in her throat and her eyes drinking in every detail, watching the sailboats stream across the water leaving frothing wake behind. It’s so beautiful…

The photographer wasted no time in preparing them for the shoot. Soon after arriving, Lucy was standing with her toes in the surprisingly soft sand clad in a white bikini patterned with golden stars and a crescent moon curling across the left side of her chest, as an ode to her Celestial magic. Lyon and Gray were both in swim trunks that were inversions of each other, two-toned blues, while Juvia wore a stylish one-piece of misty blue-white with plunging sides filled in with tied strings and wave-like patterns trawling across the front. They were quite a tastefully clothed bunch, and though a large section of the beach had been partitioned off for the photoshoot, they were still attracting a large amount of attention from passersby. Lucy wanted to bask in the praise, maybe strike a suave pose or two, but her mind had returned to the fact that she had never done anything to the sort and worrying over that fact. She wanted to look beautiful, not like an awkward fool, after all. She silently fretted as the photographer began to give directions.

“All right! First, we’ll shoot some scenes in the water. We’ll start with Lucy and Gray. Will you two go about knee-deep in the water, please?”

“This is a pain,” Gray grunted as he accompanied Lucy out into the surf. She wasn’t sure why, because she was painfully used to seeing Gray half-naked running around in his boxers at this point, but her eyes navigated to his sculpted abs and his defined arm muscles; her words became a hard lump in her throat, preventing her from replying. It was undeniable that Gray was an eye-catching guy; how had she not noticed before now? He definitely noticed her lack of response and looked at her with a frown, making her jump violently and send water droplets skittering about as she reflexively slapped her hands against the water. “You’re acting weird.”

“Am not!” she refuted with red cheeks, which didn’t really make her argument all that strong. She blushed darker as he went to get in her face again, but thankfully that was interrupted by the photographer.

“Okay, cool, cool, that’s a good distance!” Lucy crossed her arms uncomfortably and turned away from Gray, but she didn’t want to necessarily look at the shore either because Juvia was currently trying to melt Lucy with her mere eyeballs. She focused instead at the water swirling around her upper calves; she could see straight through to the bottom like she was staring at liquid glass. Some seashells were half-buried in the sand around her, scallops and cats’ eyes and swirling drills and murexes; one of them was currently occupied by a little hermit crab who was doing his best to scuttle against the current. “A-ha! I’ve got it! Gray, take Lucy in your arms!”

“What?” Lucy gasped and looked at him incredulously, then screamed as her feet were suddenly swept out from under her. Within an instant she was being held securely in Gray’s arms; he looked blankly at the photographer.

“Like this?”

“Perfect! Cool, cool! Now, Lucy, put your arms around his neck.” Uncertainly, Lucy circled his neck with her arms, feeling highly uncomfortable with the entire thing. I probably look like an idiot… she lamented silently as she felt her face burning, but tried to convince herself it was the intensity of the sun’s rays. “Great! Now, try to seem like a loving couple, please~” he twittered like a gull as he flapped about on the shoreline, the shutter of his camera already clicking wildly. Gray turned his pointed gaze on her, a hint of a smile on his lips and all manner of sexy; Lucy was highly certain she looked like a fish gasping for breath. “Lucy, dear, please try to look a little more relaxed!”

“Easier said than done,” she huffed, not realizing she had done so out loud.

“Come on, Lucy, lighten up. You said you wanted to come to this place, right? Forget about the camera and just pretend we’re having fun,” he smiled at her. Lucy puffed out her cheeks defiantly at him, but honestly forgot the camera in that instant because she was too focused on refuting him.

“Come on, Gray! I’m not Mirajane! This stuff doesn’t just come naturally to me!”

“Why not? You’re as beautiful as Mirajane.” Lucy’s previously derailed train of thought shot off into the sky, breaking through the atmosphere at the words that had just so easily slipped from Gray’s lips. He was smirking up at her, but she could not tell if he was serious or teasing; all the same, she could not keep the blissful smile from gracing her own mouth.

“You mean that?” The photographer’s cheers of “Cool, cool!” were lost on her as she bathed in the sun and Gray’s compliment. He nodded, and she could feel his fingers twirling through her long tresses of blonde hair, which she had decided to let fly free for the modeling gig. Lucy’s smile grew bright enough to rival the sun above, and the hint of pink that graced her cheeks was now a tint of joy. “Thanks, Gray.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he suddenly grinned wildly, and her scream was swallowed by the seawater as he abruptly dunked her into the ocean. She landed on her butt against the bottom, startling the hermit crab and sending him feverishly scurrying out towards deeper, safer water; as the current swirled in her ears, she could faintly hear Gray’s raucous howls of laughter. She came up spitting the foul salt water and glaring at him through stinging red eyes. “You should have seen the look on your face!” he cackled while holding his belly.

“You jerk!” she shouted and jumped up to push him roughly in his chest. She successfully disbalanced him and sent him down in a similar fashion; water streamed through his dark hair as he came up coughing, but before he could launch another attack on her, she splashed him in the face and started scampering back to shore.

“Come back here! I’m not through with you!” he growled and yanked her back by the ankle. She belly-flopped into the surf with a surprised yelp, and was dragged across the bottom before she was pulled up so Gray could put her in a headlock and started roughly ruffling her hair.

“Ow! Ow! Gray!” she cried, but the laughter made its way into her voice. Her limbs flapped about wildly as she tried to escape his grasp, and managed to loosen it just enough to turn around in his grip to start beating him in the side of the head. In that effort, though, they became disbalanced together and she ended up on top of him, legs on either side of his waist with his hands wrapped around her waist, water streaming off their bodies like one hundred waterfalls.

“Perfect! Cool, cool! You two are naturals!” the photographer was screeching in near mania, the shutter clicking as fast as his finger would allow without falling off. Lucy was panting with exertion as she sat atop Gray, and when she finally realized what she was doing and how borderline erotic of a position she was in, she squeaked and hastily scrambled off him. It was too late, though; she had already earned Juvia’s wrath, and no sooner than the water mage had stomped into the surf Lucy was blasted with a torrent of swirling water that sent her screeching into the deep blue. She came up several yards out, her hair plastered to her face and soaked from head to toe.

“Take that, love rival!”

Sighing in resignation, Lucy paddled back to the point to where she could walk and began waded back through the surf. Gray came to the edge of the sandbar to help her, which the photographer eagerly recorded much to Juvia’s disappointment; as Lucy reached out to take his hand she stumbled in the thick, mud-like sand and instinctively looked down, and came upon the terrifying realization that by some bizarre incidence Gray had lost his shorts. She screamed and snapped her hands to her eyes, seeing far too much by the grace of the famous crystalline water, while Gray freaked out and began looking around for his swim trunks and a very unamused photographer informed him that this was not that kind of photoshoot. Juvia had fainted and Lyon was trying to revive her with far too much joy at having the unconscious woman in his arms.

After Gray found his shorts it was time for Juvia and Lyon’s shoot, which mainly consisted of Lyon chasing a very unwilling Juvia through the surf that ironically looked like they were playing a consensual game of tag. After several more rounds of general poses and acts, it came time for the final photoset of Gray and Lucy’s. By then her mind had eased and she was putting little thought into how she looked; Gray had done a good job of boosting her confidence. This time they were directed to a setup of props- two towels that matched their outfits beneath a shady umbrella, with all the beachgoing amenities scattered about. They took a few benign ones at first, like on of Lucy on her belly with her legs pulled up and ankles crossed while she read a book, one of Gray staring out at the ocean waves with a popsicle hanging out of his mouth, one that the photographer happened to catch by chance when it fell out of his mouth into his lap and made Lucy laugh like a maniac next to him. Gray was still shaking the icy-cold popsicle drops off his legs when the photographer informed them that it was time to resume the couple act- and that’s how Lucy ended up underneath Gray, nose-to-nose and trying not to freak out. She could hear Lyon struggling to hold Juvia back from killing the photographer, but the Lucy was fixated on the man looming over her.

“Well, this is cozy,” he joked effortlessly, like he was unperturbed.

“Gray, how can you be so calm about this? People are going to see these photos, you know.” Though she was fine with the actual modeling now, it was still a little weird to be featured as one half of an item.

“Yeah, and? People are gonna talk regardless. Might as well give ‘em something to talk about.” Lucy rolled her eyes; he was much to dense to get it, apparently. Lucy had no care to be the topic of gossip, at least not in the sense that she was Gray’s potential lover. Gray shifted above her, and she sat up a little to help him get comfortable. She went suddenly stiff as he accidentally caught his finger in the loop of her bikini and nearly pulled the thing off, and she hastily flopped back against the towel as the flimsy fabric barely covered her modesty. It was only at this point that Gray blushed and sheepishly smiled, which totally would make it look like they were about to be getting up to some very naughty things in the photograph. Lucy’s face was afire and her eyes wide, which didn’t help the image. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“Like hell you didn’t. You’re just teasing me at this point!” she accused. He ran a hand through his hair with a dour expression, and Lucy heard the shutter clicking frantically. We’re gonna be the talk of the whole country for years after this, she thought with a groan.

“Lucy, come on, I- oh shit!” As he was once again trying to shift on top of her, his hand slipped in the loose sand and he completely lost his leverage. The breath was knocked from Lucy’s body as he landed on top of her, which was a bad enough image in itself, but the divinities were seemingly having a ball at Lucy’s expense; Gray’s mouth landed right against hers; there was no mistaking the feeling of his lips. Worse, she had somehow grabbed the back of his head as he fell, making it look all the more convincing. Gray and I are-!

“Wow! You guys sure do take this seriously, going so far for the fans! This’ll be a great piece!” the photographer sighed dreamily. It was overtaken by Juvia’s deranged screeching.

“Love rival love rival love rival-!”

“Juvia, will you let me kiss you? Just for the shoot, of course,” Lyon crooned as he wiggled up to Juvia, but the water mage was in no mood to entertain; his wails were lost in the rushing of water as she sent him spiraling down the beach. He landed face-first and butt in the air, and when he came up he was spitting the fine grains out of his mouth and looking downright dejected. “Gray gets to kiss Lucy but I don’t get to kiss Juvia,” he moped as he tromped back over to them with slumped shoulders and the sand raining from his spiky hair. By this time, Gray and Lucy had sprung apart and placed several feet between them, both as red as tomatoes and wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands.

~~~~~~~~~~

Needless to say, that little photograph made the front page.

Lucy ducked out of the guild after a raucous round of teasing, clutching the copy of the magazine to her chest. Though it featured the embarrassing array of her and Gray’s spicy photos together, it was still her one and only modeling gig, and despite the context she was quite proud of it and wanted to hang onto a copy as a memento. Plus, looking back on it, she had had a lot of fun with Gray; he had so effortlessly calmed her nerves, and, antics aside, tromping around the beach with him had become a fond memory. Standing outside the guild with the roaring laughter and buzz of conversation fading into the background, she flipped open the magazine to the featurette, all the pictures of their own laughing faces under the blazing sun. While their relationship was not nearly of the nature their fans envisioned, Lucy definitely could admit that it was a good one.

“Bah, you had enough of those guys too?”

The Celestial wizard glanced up when the exact man in the photos beside her slipped out of the guild doors, looking irritated. He actually had his clothes on, with his hands stuffed into his overcoat pockets; his dark eyes were looking down at her, with that same intensity yet softness they always carried. “They were so busy passing it around and making fun of it, I didn’t even get to see the feature. You mind?” Lucy nodded and stepped closer to him, holding out the magazine so that they could both peruse the contents; though he was standing so close that their arms brushed, his breath puffing against her ear as he leaned down over her shoulder, Lucy felt nothing along the sort of nervousness or anxiety. Outside the context of the modeling shoot, gray really was just Gray; personal space really wasn’t a thing between them. That made her smile slightly. “What’s that grin for?”

“I was just thinking that we look pretty good together.”

“Oh, so you’ve finally fallen for my bewitching good looks, have you?” he smirked at her with his hand on his chin, and she laughed loudly. He joined her, and their shoulders shook in unison as they descended into a hysterical fit of snickers and giggles. By the time they settled down, Lucy was holding the magazine against her belly and tears were forming in the corners of her eyes. Gray exhaled deeply as he ran a hand through his midnight-colored hair, smiling in bemusement. “As much as a pain it was, I can’t say that I didn’t have fun. I definitely don’t wanna do it again, though, I’m tired of all the jokes.”

“Well, at least you have the reassurance that if you fail at being a wizard, you’ve got a modeling career ahead of you,” she grinned at him, and because the comment was unwarranted, he pinched her cheek and began tugging on it.

“You’re pretty cheeky tonight, aren’t you?”

“Ow! Gray! Cut it out, I’m sorry!” she whined while trying to swat his hand away. He sniffed in mock disdain before releasing her, and she tenderly rubbed her reddening skin while he grinned in that devilish way of his. “You’re right, though. I’m afraid Juvia’s gonna murder me in my sleep, and all the girls keep pestering me about going on a date with you!” she laughed lightly.

“Yeah, as if. We’ll both end up in a grave for that,” he snorted, then cast his gaze up at the night sky. The clouds were drifting lazily by the full moon and the stars twinkled like the light playing across the waves they had played in. “Still… I wouldn’t mind going back. To Crystalwake, I mean. Under normal circumstances.”

“Yeah. I had a good time. Just no pulling off my bikini top this time. You may like to lose your clothes, but I don’t.”

“Asshole,” he smirked and shoved her in the side of her head. Lucy grabbed her head, but was smiling; she knew that Gray’s gestures and teasing, though rough, were just his way of showing affection. He chortled too, then put his hands behind his head. “So, now I gotta walk you home, right? Isn’t that the rule after you kiss a girl?”

“Technically, you did it wrong. You’re supposed to kiss her on her doorstep,” Lucy quipped as she tucked the magazine into her bag and clasped her hands behind her back, whirling on her heel to skip a few paces down the cobblestoned street. “Still, I guess I’ll cut you some slack and let you walk me home, but don’t try anything funny, mister.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she heard him chuckle behind her, and his boots made light clicking noises as they struck the stone walking after her. Lucy hopped up onto the rock wall overlooking the harbor as she always did, her arms held out on either side of her for balance as she strode along, silhouetted by the starry night and the glittering ocean as Gray walked alongside her.

Crystalwake is beautiful, but I don’t need to go to some fancy beach to have fun with you. She kept that thought to herself, as Gray would likely make some smart-aleck jibe about it. Lucy didn’t know if what she had with Gray would one day develop into anything more or not; she wasn’t really in a state that wondered, either. She was content with their playful friendship for what it was, and that brought her enough joy in itself.

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So I’ve been meaning to post more images of my OCs, as I’ve made them in The Sims 4. So under the cut here is exactly that, sans the majority of my vampire OCs and a couple of others that I don’t write about or RP that often. Their names and a little info about them are above their pictures. :3

Myarel, aka my first ever OC. My grouchy demon boy. Has 5 siblings and a ton of cousins. His adoptive parent is his wife’s grandmother, Rowan. Externally grumpy, internally sweet. He and his siblings are Shadow demons.

Colton, a shy cyborg cutie. Is dating Myarel’s youngest sister Keida. Doesn’t like talking about his dad all that much. His right arm from the elbow down and his legs from his knees to about the soles of his feet are metal. His right eye has a small red dot in the pupil that grows when he experiences negative emotions.

Lyn, a blind, polyamorous Southern gentleman. Flirty and independent, and will whack you with his cane if you do something he doesn’t like. Lives with his three lovers on his farm. His father was a fairy, and his mother was a Shadow Demon. He has wings, but rarely exposes them, and can do a bit of magic.

Isaac, a gay former pirate. Prankster, makes stupid jokes, and can often be irritating, but still a sweetie. Adores his boyfriend. Helps Lyn out on his farm, and still loves the sea, though the land will be his home from now on.

Vi, a vampiress. Myarel’s wife and mother of their triplets. Is often told she looks like her grandmother. Adores her family, and acts as an older sister to her younger cousins.

Rose, Vi and Myarel’s daughter. A total Daddy’s girl, and the oldest of the triplets. (She and her siblings are shown here as teenagers, around 14.)

Viktor, Vi and Myarel’s son. Very close to his mom, and the youngest of the triplets.

Axel, Vi and Myarel’s son. As the middle child, he loves to mess with his siblings and parents alike, but he’s still sweet.

Dormir, one of Lyn’s lovers. A vampire who was born with double fangs, giving him a slight lisp. Is protective of his little sister.

Estrella, a mermaid. She’s engaged to Tiburón, and is another of Lyn’s lovers, as well as the mother of the quartet’s children.

Tiburón, a merman. Engaged to Estrella since they were young. Is mute, and speaks through sign language.

Aria, a young vampire, shown here as a teenager. Dormir’s younger sister, and admirer of everything he does.

Esteban, Estrella and Tiburón’s son. Oldest of his siblings, protective over them and Aria alike. (He and his siblings are shown as teenagers here.)

Angelita, daughter of Dormir and Estrella. The middle child of her siblings, she adores all of her parents, and especially adores her aunt Aria, who is more like a sister to her.

Cristobal, son of Estrella and Lyn. Shares his father’s eye color, but not his blindness. The youngest of his siblings, very close to his father.

Erika, Isaac’s older sister. Is kind of a social media celebrity, but she doesn’t care about fame as much as she cares about her brother and father.

Xalia, Myarel’s oldest sister. Likes bright colors, and is sometimes snappy, but cares more about her siblings than anything else.

Zukari, the middle child in Myarel’s family. Quiet, kind of shy, and bad at talking to people. More open around his family than around strangers.

Keida, Colton’s girlfriend and one of the two second-youngest kids in her family. She and Kikaru are twins. She’s more confident than both her brother and her boyfriend and makes them be social.

Kikaru, Keida’s twin and one of the second-youngest kids in his family. Doesn’t enjoy being social, but as he and his sister are usually together, he’s better than he used to be.

Zexion, the youngest child of Myarel’s family. Prefers spending time birdwatching rather than making friends, but is always joined by someone else in his room eventually.

Hexxian, Myarel’s oldest cousin. His nickname is Hexx. He was one of a set of quadruplets, but his sisters died in utero. The spirits of his sisters matured with him, and he’s always had their guidance. Married to Opal. His mother is a Shadow Demon, and his father is a warlock.

Opal, a rare Prism fairy, Hexx’s wife, and Lyn’s former guardian. Kind-hearted and soft-spoken, but not as delicate as she seems. Has helped Lyn glamour part of his farm so he can keep magical creatures in it.

Tarja, Myarel’s cousin. The oldest of her siblings. In the band she and her brothers made together, she plays bass and provides vocals. Genderfluid, mostly presents as female and accepts he/she/they pronouns. As a shapeshifter, she can take any form she wishes, though her eyes stay the same. She and her brothers are Shadow demons.

Xandon, nicknamed Xan. Oldest of Tarja’s brothers. Quiet and bookish. Plays piano and synthesizer for his family’s band.

Nexxan, nicknamed Nexx. The middle child in his family. Hyperactive, funny, and always full of energy. Plays drums in his family’s band.

Vixaine, nicknamed Vix. Second-youngest in his family. Unlucky in love, but believes he’ll find the one someday. Provides lead vocals in his family’s band, and can also play guitar.

Mizane, nicknamed Zane. The youngest in his family. Shy, sensitive, and very attached to his sister. Very rarely sings, but he can. Taught himself to play guitar, and plays it in his family’s band.

Draiman, Myarel’s cousin. Goofy and outgoing, always looking for ways to bug Myarel, but genuinely cares about him. Oldest of his siblings, first to move out of his family’s home. He and his siblings are Shadow demon/ Water demon hybrids.

Liberty, Draiman’s oldest sister and second-oldest in her family. Independent and always creating her own fashion trends. Can’t wait to move out.

Quill, Draiman’s brother. A bit lazy, but mostly just laid-back. Doesn’t worry about anything, even school, but still gets good grades.

Ingrid, Draiman’s youngest sister. Optimistic and outgoing, and always looking forward to tomorrow.

Rowan, a vampiress. Adoptive mother of Colton and Myarel, grandmother of Violet, and great-grandmother to Vi and Myarel’s triplets. She considers herself the mother of anyone who needs one. Youngest of her 12 siblings, and one of the two who survived. Kind and cares for her family.

Everett, aka my self-insert. Isaac’s boyfriend and Rowan’s grandson. Transgender and gay. Is the only one who can successfully play pranks on Isaac without him suspecting anything. Outgoing and always looks out for his twin brother. He and his brother are half vampire and half shapeshifter, and he can shapeshift into a white Cheetah.

Ethan, Everett’s twin and Xan’s boyfriend. Quiet, shy, and mostly scared of new people, but his brother drags him along when he feels he needs to meet people. Despite his shyness, he’s still sweet as can be. Can only shapeshift halfway into a white Cheetah, meaning he has all the characteristics of the Cheetah, but not the body.

Hickory, a shapeshifter that can turn into a Barn Owl, shown here in human form. Is often Rowan’s companion, though she doesn’t know he’s a shapeshifter and thinks he’s a normal owl. Is around 15 years old in human form. Knows he’ll have to come clean to Rowan eventually.

Jolene, nicknamed Buttercup. A Fire demon/succubus hybrid who abstains from using her seduction. Wears her mask to hide facial scars. Zukari is her boyfriend, and she loves him dearly. Also loves her two adopted siblings, Ren and Selene. Mistrustful of most people, but can come around eventually.

Selene, nicknamed Twitch. A Lightning demon/succubus hybrid who hasn’t used her seduction once in her life-- she’s terrible at it, it turns out. Nexx is her boyfriend, the only one who can keep up with her motormouth. Loves making new friends, very hyperactive.

Ren, nicknamed River. A Water demon/incubus hybrid, great at seduction but more content to make friends the normal way. Doesn’t talk much, but is willing to make friends. Despite being the same age as his sisters, he’s extremely protective over them.

Chris, a ghost. Was murdered, though he doesn’t remember who did it. He still has the scars on his chest, but he really isn’t looking for his killer. He’s just happy spending his days with his husband, Paul. Very mischievous, but only toward people he knows.

Paul, a ghost. When he met Chris he was alive, but he won’t disclose his manner of death to anyone, not even his husband. Is a DJ, and is super friendly despite his tendency to scare people who are unprepared.

Chimaera, a humanoid Chimera (lion/goat/snake), seen in a form closest to their normal one. Gender-neutral, will accept any pronouns but prefers they/them. It’s unclear if they choose not to speak, or if they just can’t. Shy and rarely wants to be around people, though they’re comfortable around Lyn.

Dee, a werewolf. She was born as a werewolf rather than turned into one, and as such she can become a wolf at will. Outgoing and loves to meet new people, and of course, loves sparkly things.

Wisteria, a Nature fairy. Lives with Draiman, though the two are just friends. Always surrounded by butterflies, and where her bare feet tread, flowers spring up. Rarely shows her wings to anyone. Is comfortable around people, but is more comfortable around nature.

Amelia, currently a zombie, formerly a shapeshifter who can become a Barn Owl-- and Wisteria’s younger sister. Doesn’t remember her real name, but people who’ve met her gave her the name Amelia. Very shy, and can hardly speak as her voice is raspy. Her cause of death is unclear, but she’s not decaying. Loves animals and doesn’t like killing anything or anyone.

Emily, Amelia’s girlfriend and the daughter of two gay men. She’s outspoken and takes no shit from anyone. Is very strong, and can lift her tiny girlfriend above her head. Thought zombies were all mindless until she met Amelia. Hopes to find a cure one day.

Erin, a dragon shapeshifter and distant cousin to Ethan and Everett. Reclusive, as his temper is not something he likes to show people due to his inability to control his shapeshifting when he’s angry. Is very close to Dementia, who has become his assistant and companion over the years.

Dementia, a Mist demon. She feels a connection to Myarel, though why she feels it is unknown. Has grown close to Erin, helping calm him down when his temper flares and coaxing him out of his dragon form. Hopes to be able to approach Myarel someday, but for now is content helping Erin.

Journey, aka my newest OC. A deer-inspired ball-jointed doll given life by Erin. Is quiet as she doesn’t know how to speak yet, but is also very stubborn. Assists Erin and Dementia when she can, but is independent and longs to explore the world.

#this took a while fdsklfj #if you want to see more of some of them #like the rest of their outfits or anything #let me know!#I might do one of those things #where I make a color scale and highlight their tickle spots :P #anyway!#enjoy the majority of my children :3

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nelvana · 5 years

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In which they visit the spirit realm

First: In which the human is transformed Next: In which it is time for goodbyes Previous: In which the god of the sky is fought

Wind rushed by, the world feeling otherwise empty around them.

Ceebee blearily came awake, not opening her eyes yet. She could feel the wind pushing past her, and she smiled softly. It felt like she was flying, swiftly gliding through the skies. It was soothing and cool, numbing her tired body.

She furrowed her brows as a less calm thought crossed her mind, why was she out here? Curious, she slowly opened her eyes, and everything came back to her fuzzy mind. She looked around wildly for her friends, receiving only some relief to see them all around her and alive.

But they were falling. They were all falling.

Looking around more, Ceebee realized that she had fortunately not been knocked out for long. She could see Sky Tower beside them, and could almost count the floors as they fell by them.

17… 16… 15…

…3…2…1.

Ceebee blinked, watching as the tower was getting farther away from them. She turned her attention back to her teammates, who all appeared to still be unconscious. She couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to knock them off and out like that. Digging into her memories, she couldn’t manage to recall what had hit them. They had been just standing at the top of the tower together, watching the after effects of the meteor’s destruction, and then… nothing.

Odd.

A red light faded into sight, grabbing Ceebee’s attention; it was Edgar’s eye. From what had been empty sockets, he awoke, the pinprick of light darting around the left socket in fear as he realized what was happening. His eye landed on Ceebee, it widening in relief as he saw that she was looking back at him.

Were those cracks on his skull, running through his right socket always so deep and long…? Ceebee couldn’t tell; her head hurt too much.

“Ceebee!” Edgar yelped, his voice coated in fear. “What do we do? We’re falling!” he screamed.

Pain stabbed through Ceebee’s heart at Edgar’s voice strained in terror. When they had met the young duskull, she hadn’t expected to become so easily attached to him. But now, she knew for sure that she had grown to enjoy his cheerful attitude and extensive knowledge of his little world. It was such a stark difference from what she was used to, especially from other ghost-types.

However, Ceebee couldn’t keep letting her tired mind zone out from what was happening. It was clear that she was expected to lead everyone through this disaster. She didn’t have much time for a plan, and felt incredibly weak after using so much of her energy during this day, so she’d have to work fast with what little they had.

“Edgar,” Ceebee called out, surprising herself by how it hurt her throat to speak. “If you can carry someone, that will help me. I don’t have much energy to carry everyone with telekinesis,” she instructed.

Edgar paused, his robes flapping around in the wind as they continued falling. Fortunately, Edgar didn’t hesitate long, and managed to direct himself beside Keahi, who was not only the closest to him, but also the lightest of their other teammates.

Arceus, how high up had they been? Ceebee refused to look down to see how much longer they had before they would crash land back into the Hill of the Ancients. She looked over the last three of their teammates, among them, a dark-type. Dread built up within her; did she have the energy to manage carrying a dark-type with her psychic-type abilities? There wasn’t much time to consider other options though…

“Ceebee!” Edgar yelled again, “there’s a spirit here!”

She had to squint to make out what Edgar was talking about, but he was right. Floating along with them, was the transparent figure of a gardevoir, flickering every once in awhile as if it were a struggle to be there. Gardevoir silently locked eyes with Ceebee, and despite not even saying anything with telepathy, Ceebee could tell that this spirit wanted to help them.

“Please, carry one of them,” Ceebee croaked.

Gardevoir nodded, sliding through the air over to Nelvana. Ceebee stiffened, realizing the mistake in not giving them more specific instructions.

“No… Tsuki, the absol, please,” Ceebee added, “I can’t carry her myself.”

There was a pause, and then Gardevoir disappeared. Ceebee almost let out a desperate wail at this, fear embedding into her that their best chance at help right now was just… gone. Had she offended them…?

But no, mere seconds later, Gardevoir reappeared beside Tsuki, her body flickering apologetically. Relief flooded through Ceebee’s entire body; they still had a chance at surviving this! At least, as long as she could pull this next step off.

Taking in one last deep breath, Ceebee closed her eyes, focusing all her energy into using telekinesis to carry the last two Team Galaxy members; her teammates. It hurt, it hurt her already pained and exhausted body to do this. But she could sense her success, supporting Nelvana and Alex and keeping them from plummeting down any more.

Now though, Ceebee herself was the only one still falling. Edgar could float, and was managing to support himself and Keahi. The… Gardevoir was carrying Tsuki in her arms, and Ceebee was supporting Nelvana and Alex through telekinesis. She wasn’t scared anymore though. Despite the tiredness making every action a struggle, she could still fly. She spread her wings open wide, them instantly catching air and upsetting her balance, almost dropping the two she was in charge of carrying again. Her breath hitched, eyes opening wide again to spot the ground coming up below them. But she recovered from the shock quickly, pushing out her energy again and beginning to flap her wings to make sure that no one was falling anymore.

Once she was sure that everyone was alright and wouldn’t be splattering onto the rocks below them, Ceebee slowly began to let herself fly down, and carried the two she was supporting through telekinesis with her. Edgar followed, floating himself and Keahi down to the canyons before setting her down gently on the rocks. While it was hard to see them sometimes, Gardevoir successfully brought Tsuki down as well, before fading away from sight again.

Ceebee collapsed down onto her hands and knees, taking a moment to catch her breath and soothe her nerves. Seemingly every part of her body ached, even her antennae, which twitched slightly atop her head. Looking around, she was startled to see that there were a lot more pokemon here at the Hill of the Ancients than before…

At the edge of the cliff, were still Xatu and Alakazam. Now though, they were joined by Alakazam’s other two teammates, Charizard and Tyranitar. Nearby those four, stood a shiftry and two nearly identical jumpluff, who both appeared to be hesitant about being nearby the larger pokemon. In another clump slightly farther away from the others, were a caterpie, butterfree, metapod, diglett, and a dugtrio, who had been all chatting together before now. That group also seemed to mostly contain children, having only the butterfree and dugtrio as proper adult supervision. Scattered around this crowd were also different pokemon all wearing the familiar rescue team badge.

In fact, the pokemon closest to Team Galaxy were a magnemite, geodude, paras, scyther, and farfetch’d. The scyther wore a bag over his shoulder, not unlike the one Alex had, with a badge pinned to it, similarly to some of the other pokemon lingering around here.

“Hello there!” the paras greeted, “I haven’t seen you before, or that duskull! Who are you? New teammates?”

“New…” Ceebee paused, and it dawned on her that these were the other Team Galaxy members that had been spoken of. “Oh, yes… I’m Ceebee, a friend of Nel and Alex; and that’s Edgar over there. He teamed up with us in the tower,” she told them, sitting up.

“Oh, Ceebee? That’s a cute name… It’s nice to meet another friend,” the geodude hummed, “I’m Pearl, by the way. And this is Rayden, Bobo, Hiram, and Baguette. I’m uncertain if the others would have mentioned us, but we’re also a part of Team Galaxy; we just work in different locations,” she explained, gesturing to her teammates.

“Yes… yes they did talk about you. It’s nice to meet you!” Ceebee replied, mustering up a friendly smile.

“BZZT. INDEED IT IS. BUT I MUST ASK… WILL THEY BE OKAY? WE SAW THE EXPLOSION FROM THE METEOR; WERE YOU ALL HIT FROM ITS SHOCK? BZZ BZZ,” the magnemite, who Ceebee now knew was called Rayden, commented.

“They should be alright soon…” Ceebee assured them, and herself.

She glanced back at Edgar, who was silently floating over the unconscious quartet. He looked over at Ceebee and the B Squadron, before approaching them to join in the conversation.

“They’ll be fine,” Edgar confirmed, “they’re… Well, I guess there’s no light way to put this. Their spirits have been temporarily disconnected from their bodies,” he mumbled.

Everyone jumped up with various exclamations of panic, all concerned about the well-being of the four Team Galaxy members.

“A-Ah! I promise it sounds a lot worse than it actually is!” Edgar exclaimed, waving his arms in front of him. “It-It’s just like… if a device gets low battery or gets too damaged and needs to restart itself! Y-Yeah!” he explained, “it’s happened back up at the tower a few times before when someone falls down a pitfall or gets their energy really damaged in battle or something. It isn’t really noticeable though because it looks like they’re just sleeping, and their spirit naturally goes back to their body after awhile, l-like a magnet!”

“Why are we okay then?” Ceebee questioned, standing back up shakily to properly face the duskull.

“Well, I wasn’t actually okay… I was just aware of being there since I’m a ghost-type, and was able to speed up the return process on my own,” Edgar responded, “and uh… I guess you’re just stronger than the rest of us! You are a mythical pokemon, after all!”

“So… when will they wake back up?” Hiram, the scyther, asked, crossing his arms across his plated chest.

“It depends… but it should only take a half hour at most!” Edgar answered with a chirp.

Everyone else relaxed now, talking cheerfully amongst one another again, just knowing that things would turn out alright on their own, but Ceebee furrowed her brows. They didn’t have that kind of time to just sit around; time would adjust, and erase the old future soon. Maybe no one else here knew that yet, but she did, and she was going to make that count.

“Is… Is there a way to speed that along?” Ceebee asked, “you said you were able to bring yourself back quicker, is there a way to do that for the others?” She disliked how her voice was strained now, either from the remaining pain, or out of desperation.

“Well, I guess if we’re in a hurry, then I can hop into the spirit realm and drag them back here!” Edgar offered, tilting himself to the side while keeping his eye focused on Ceebee.

She nodded, “yes, that will help. Thank you.”

“Okay then! I’ll be back soon, hold on for a bit!” Edgar hummed.

Edgar floated back over to the quartet, simply hovering over them for a bit before sinking down beside Keahi and resting his forehead on her’s; the duskull fading swiftly afterwards. Ceebee exhaled, letting herself relax slightly, pain and exhaustion still itching in her body. Please hurry… she pleaded silently, looking up at the sky.

“Excuse me, Ceebee?” It was the paras again, Bobo. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’re still pretty hurt! Do you want an oran berry to help with that? We have plenty to go around!”

Ceebee shook her head, offering them a polite smile, “thank you, but I’ll be fine.”

“BZZ. I ASSURE YOU THAT IT IS NOT TROUBLE AT ALL IF YOU NEED THE HEALING. BZZ,” Rayen added, their eye shifting over to Hiram’s bag.

“No, I…” Ceebee bit her lip; should she be honest, or think up of an excuse? “…I have recover. I just need to catch my breath and then I use it. But thank you for offering.”

“Ah, very well then. Let us know if you change your mind! Sometimes using an item is worth it for faster results,” Baguette hummed.

Ceebee nodded silently, before looking back over at her friends. She took a tentative step towards them, remarking how peaceful they all looked like this. Sitting down, she decided to let herself relax and keep an eye on their breathing while she waited for Edgar to complete his task.

Nelvana blinked open her eyes, being greeted by an endless lavender void around her, quite similar to the green one she was used to seeing in dreams while speaking to Gardevoir, in fact. But here it was silent, and empty. She couldn’t figure out why she was here now, or what this place really was. Had she disappeared already? Was this where she would go…? Without even getting to really say goodbye…? She couldn’t remember if something had happened that would have brought her here…

Deciding to take these questions in her own hands and go looking around, Nelvana tried standing up. With horror, she realized that she couldn’t move. Panic shot through her as she began struggling to move, a swish from her tail, a twitch from one of her fingers, something. She couldn’t think straight anymore, she just needed to move. There was no pressure forcing her down, she knew that, nor was she paralyzed or even stunned. It was simply an inability to move any part of her body; none of her muscles would respond.

A weak croak escaped her throat, informing her through her haze that she was unable to speak too, only being able to form simple noises. Her breathing was coming out in sharp, short breaths, choking out gasps through her panic. The inability to even cry out for help was terrifying, but in the end… there was nothing she could do about it.

Slowly, Nelvana let herself calm down, so that she could think through her situation more clearly. She used simple things to comfort herself; she could still breathe, think, and all five of her senses were still functioning as normal. And perhaps, if she took things slowly and carefully, she could manage to be able to move again, and then find a way out of here. Of course, there was still the fear that she would be stuck like this forever, but she pushed that thought aside, knowing that it would only drag her progress further down.

She didn’t know how long it had been since she had woken up here, but she began hearing footsteps from the distance. Relief settled in first, at the idea of being rescued, but then panic once again replaced it at the idea of someone more malicious taking advantage on her vulnerable state. Unable to even turn to see who was coming, Nelvana was forced to just lay down and wait for the new arrival to make themselves known.

“Keheheh, there you are.”

Nelvana mentally groaned; of course Gengar of all people had to be the one that would find her like this.

“That… was easier than I thought, thank Arceus for that…” Gengar murmured, looking over the unmoving cubone. “Alright, I guess now I just have to- Ack!” He jumped back, finally making eye contact with Nelvana, realizing she had likely been listening. “Shoot… I didn’t think you would be awake…” he muttered, looking away, his eyes narrowing. “Wait, can… can you move at all?”

Nelvana only glared back at him, unwilling to give the satisfaction of an honest response. Her face was burning underneath her skull, anticipating mockery from the relentless rival.

Gengar, surprisingly, only let out a sigh of relief, “oh, that makes things easier… wouldn’t want you to attack me.” He froze, almost as if realizing his behavior was off from what he usually displayed. “I-I mean, ha! You’re stuck like this? How p-pathetic! The great Nelvana, defeater of gods, brought down by the force of the spirit realm!” he taunted, “you want to know what I’m going to do to you now? I’m… I’m g-going to take you to the, uh, dark world! Yeah!” he continued, putting his hands on his hips and grinning triumphantly.

Nelvana rolled her eyes; Gengar had never been a good actor. However, she was still confused by these actions. Obviously he was keeping up a tough guy act to maintain his image, but why? Did this mean that he hadn’t meant it before, or had he changed in the time hiding from the citizens of Pokemon Square? The latter sounded more likely, but also quite unusual. What had changed? And if they weren’t really going to this “dark world”, then where were they going? She managed to let out a sigh; even if she could speak, she doubted that Gengar would give her a straight answer to all these questions swarming her mind.

After a moment’s hesitation, Gengar approached Nelvana again. He appeared unsure of how to go about this; finally grabbing her tail and beginning to drag her across the ground as he walked off. She felt a chill go down her spine at his cold touch, it practically sucking the heat from her. The ground was smooth and this action was met with no resistance, and so she found herself simply sliding behind Gengar as he wandered about. It occurred to her that, at the very least, him being here meant that she hadn’t disappeared from time yet; she still had a chance to get back to the others.

All Nelvana could do now was watch as the colors of the void around her slowly changed into a blue as they walked away. Silence swept in, leaving her with only her own thoughts. Part of her had been expecting Gengar to fill this silence with some monologing, but he was quiet as well, focusing more on getting the both of them to whatever destination he had planned.

She didn’t know how long they had been wandering about, or how far they had really gone, but Nelvana was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by the feeling on her tail being dropped and plopping back down onto the ground. Straining her eyes to look back over at Gengar, she managed to see him take a few steps forward, looking around this area and muttering to himself. She let out a grunt to get his attention, and gave him a questioning stare.

“Don’t give me that look!” Gengar huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. “I… We just took a wrong turn somewhere; give me a minute! What, are you in a hurry to get to the dark world or something?”

Nelvana let out a hum of confirmation in response, making Gengar’s scowl shift to a look of confusion. Deciding not to question it, he turned away again and began wandering around a few feet away, muttering to himself again incomprehensively.

Looking carefully around again, the idea of actually being lost set in. Even if she had been stuck with Gengar before, at least it seemed like he knew where they were going at first; at least there had been some sort of destination in mind… but now? How was she supposed to get back like this? What would happen if she stayed here so long that she would just disappear?

She swallowed the sickening thought, staring down at her own hands. Her gaze drifted down the ground, which before had been a solid light blue, it now held some reflective properties to it. However, it was not the face of a cubone that she had grown used to that looked back at her; it was human. Nelvana’s breath hitched, but she didn’t dare look away in case it disappeared. She hadn’t seen her old face since… well, before getting amnesia, she figured. Not even her memory dreams had told her too much about what she had looked like before.

But now, now she could take in a good look.

The reflection had a pale face, with the same blue eyes Nelvana still had now. Short, messy brown hair sat atop the head, and there was a thin scar stretching across the right cheek; something she had reminded herself of the first time she tried taking off the skull that now covered up her cubone face. Dark clothing covered the rest of the tall, thin body, including a green clock that made her think of Alex’s leaves.

After studying the reflection for a few moments and doing her best to commit it to memory, curiosity struck Nelvana, making her tear her gaze away from the ground and back to Gengar, who was still distracted in his own thoughts. Looking down at the ground below him, her suspicions were confirmed when she saw that his reflection showed him as a human, his true spirit, too. It was hard to make out from this distance, but she could see that his skin was tanned from exposure to the sun; something she as a human never got even the choice to experience. Blonde, spiky hair rested atop the head, it styled in such an exaggerated and dramatic way, like the quills he now had as a gengar, that she doubted it was natural. Clothing consisted of a white and red jacket, with baggy, dark blue pants that appeared to be tough yet not all that flexible, as well as some fancy sneakers and a backpack.

Gengar, seeming to notice Nelvana’s stare, spun around to face her again and walked back over to her. He had not noticed the soul reflections on the floor yet.

“What are you staring at?” Gengar snapped, his body stiff.

Nelvana met his stare; how was she supposed to answer a question like that anyway?

“I know what I’m doing, okay?” he yelled again, flexing his shaking hands as if he couldn’t decide whether to curl them into fists or not. “Quit it! I didn’t make any mistakes here! I didn’t mess up! We’re not lost! I didn’t get us lost! We’re fine! I’m fine! STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT!!!” he continued, gradually getting louder until he was screaming, stomping his foot down on the ground at the end of this outburst, and breathing heavily.

Nelvana looked up at Gengar, wide eyed, shocked by this sudden outburst. Her expression slowly softened though, offering him an empathetic look and a low hum. Gengar exhaled, rubbing his forehead and muttering to himself again, slowly letting the tension leave his body again. When he looked down at Nelvana again, his expression had softened in a tired defeat.

“Keh… you… you haven’t even said anything, not even rolled your eyes since I mentioned the dark world, huh? I’m just yelling at myself, aren’t I?” Gengar chuckled drily, “…I’m sorry. We are pretty lost, and I lead us here. Now we’re both stuck,” he admitted.

Nelvana blinked incredulously; out of all the unlikely things that had happened here so far, Gengar apologizing, for anything, had probably been one of the least likely things on her imaginary list. Doing her best to hide this continued confusion at his behavior, she shifted her gaze in an attempt to gesture behind her; that they should go back. Gengar’s expression fell, and he raised a brow in confusion, not understanding what the cubone was trying to tell him.

“Uh… I don’t think I got that,” he muttered with a laugh, “anyway, we should probably retrace our steps now...”

Nelvana let out a snort, her best attempt at a laugh, at Gengar somehow missing what she wanted to say but also accidentally getting it, all at the same time. He gave her another confused look, before rolling his eyes and reaching down, to presumably grab her tail to drag her around again.

“Hey!”

It was Edgar. Nelvana could see the duskull floating towards them out of the corner of her eye, and her spirits soared at the sight of a friend.

“Hey, Nel! There you are!” Edgar called out, hurrying up to join the pair. “Oh, hello there! Thank you for finding and keeping an eye on my friend for me!” he chirped, looking at Gengar.

“Uh…?” Gengar froze, confusion returning to his expression. “Eh, no problem…” he finally responded, settling on just playing along.

Nelvana paused, and then the reality of this current situation set in; Edgar didn’t know Gengar. He didn’t even have the stories that they told Ceebee about him, because they told her about that before they ran into the duskull. Now, Edgar’s optimism would have him assume the best of Gengar, and Nelvana couldn’t decide if that would be for the better or the worse.

“I wasn’t expecting someone else to be out here!” Edgar continued, bobbing up and down in the air.

“Well.” Gengar shrugged stiffly. “I’m here,” he responded.

Edgar paused, curiously looking Gengar over now, his glowing red orb of an eye moving up and down in his left socket, before landing onto the soul reflection on the ground below him. Now, as Gengar followed the duskull’s gaze, he finally noticed the quirk of this area. Seeing his human self reflected back at him caused him to physically recoil, ears flattening against his head and his face twisting into a scowl. He stomped on the image, as if that would make it go away, and snapped his attention back to Edgar.

“You didn’t see anything!” Gengar hissed, and then spun back to look at Nelvana. “And neither did you!” he added, but she couldn’t help but notice that he paused to see what she looked like as a human too.

The glow in Edgar’s eyes faded solemnly, and he paused to think this over before looking at the both of them again. They had told the duskull about Nelvana being human, at the very least. She had a feeling he would be more surprised by her being human than Shinobi had he not known beforehand. Curious, she looked at the ground below Edgar as well, surprised to find that there was nothing reflected beneath him. She didn’t know if this was because he wasn’t human, or for some other reason, but she couldn’t help but find it unnerving.

“Okay.” It sounded like Edgar wanted to say more, but he seemed to have been shocked into agreeing to change the topic. “Well, luckily we aren’t too far from where we need to be,” he said instead, “do you mind carrying Nel for me, please? I already had to drag all the others back over, and it was really tiring…”

Gengar scoffed, “…fine.”

Reluctantly and awkwardly, Gengar reached down and picked up Nelvana in his arms, coldness seeping into her body when she made contact with him. She looked over at Edgar, who was waiting patiently for them to be ready to follow him. His eye widened as their gazes met, and he floated closer.

“Oh, wow Nel! You’re actually awake!” Edgar commented, only realizing this fact now.

“She can’t move or talk though,” Gengar pointed out.

“So? It’s still better than what I’ve seen from a non-ghost-type!” Edgar replied, sparing Gengar a glance for his response before looking back at Nelvana. “You can hear me though, right?”

Nelvana let out a hum of confirmation, managing to get the edges of her lips to twitch up in a small smile as she watched Edgar’s eye light up in awe at her making a response. He spun around backwards in the air from excitement, tail wiggling behind him, before doubling back over to the other two again.

“Wow! This is amazing! I didn’t know that that was possible for a non-ghost-type!” Edgar exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Gengar muttered, “let’s just get out of here. Lead the way, skull boy.”

Edgar didn’t seem as put off by this comment, and laughed, “heh, skull boy. Hey, Nel! You’re wearing a skull too! We should be skull buddies!” he chirped, pausing at he caught wind of Gengar’s glare. “But, yeah, you’re right. We should head out now. Follow me, uh… do you have a name?” he asked, beginning to fly ahead.

“No, it’s just Gengar,” Gengar answered courtly, following behind the duskull.

“Huh, I sort of expected you to have a name,” Edgar commented, tilting to his side for a moment as he floated. “Do you want one? Nel gave me my name, it’s Edgar! Maybe she would be willing to name you after this! You have helped out here, after all.”

“No!” Gengar snapped, gritting his teeth together and looking away. “I mean… No, I don’t need a name,” he growled.

“Alright. That’s always fine too, of course,” Edgar replied calmly, “it’s your choice after all.”

They felt silent after that, Edgar simply leading the way through the void. Nelvana watched as the reflective ground faded away and disappeared, leaving them with solid ground that showed nothing when stared at it. She’d have to ask Edgar what that place was later; if she ever got the chance. Gengar stubbornly refused to look at either of them, only glancing at Edgar every once and awhile to make sure that he was still following the duskull.

The void did not change colors again, remaining the light blue the entire way, and this time Nelvana paid attention to how far they went. Edgar had only been leading them around for a few minutes before stopping, circling around one spot as he waited for Gengar to catch up.

“Okay, this is the spot!” Edgar exclaimed, “just set her down here, and she should be able to fade back to her body on her own,” he told Gengar.

Gengar obliged without a word, setting Nelvana down in the ground more gently than she had expected. Confusion settled in to her at Edgar’s words, but she hoped for the best. She could hear Edgar saying something else, but she missed it while zoned out in her thoughts, and when she tuned in, she still couldn’t hear him. It sounded like he was getting farther away almost, and she felt like she was almost falling asleep, or drifting away, the voices around her merging and fading…

“Nel!”

Nelvana blinked her eyes open, staring up at the bright blue eye above her and Keahi crouched beside her with gleaming eyes and a wide smile.

“Yay! You’re up!” Keahi dove into a hug, nuzzling her feathers into Nelvana’s fur.

Instinctively, Nelvana lifted her arms to return the hug, elation filling her at her regained mobility. She wrapped her arms tightly around her partner, taking in the warmth from the torchic. They lingered there for a few moments, before Keahi tugged away and stepped back. Hesitant, Nelvana stood up on sore legs, reminding her of the earlier battle, but not clouding her glee to be able to move again in the slightest.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Nelvana responded, wanting to test her voice out as well, and letting out a chuckle afterwards. “Is everyone alright then? I heard I was the last one to get picked up.”

“Picked up…? Oh, right. Yeah! Everyone else is here and doing alright!” Keahi replied.

Looking around now, which would have answered her question to begin with, showed her that Keahi was right. Not only that, but there was quite the crowd gathered up here now, including some of the Pokemon Square residents and other teams they had interacted with before. Having everyone gathered up here together, just to support the team… It was heartwarming; but…

Nelvana’s attention was drawn down to her hand, which had a golden spot glowing from it. She poked it tentatively, feeling nothing different than what she should. The spot swelled up, floating off her hand into a small orb, which gently flew up in the air and fading out of sight. It was beautiful, and she was transfixed by the sight, but all at the same time, it filled her with a feeling of dread.

“…Nel?”

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Whimsy Quartet brainstorm 1/3

This is so unfinished, seriously, this is only 1/3 of what I planned to write. I’m just taking a break because it was draining to type this much already.

This story has to do with Whimsica Saga, it takes place in the same universe. It starts 4 months before the events of Whimsica Saga.

-The Premise-

Whimsy Quartet is a zany yet heartfelt story of hope, dreams, hard work, and friendship! A Quartet of middle school girls, Joy, Vivi, Maia, and Bonnie, gain magic and fight evil forces of despair.

The magical and colorful world of Whimsica is in danger. The Magical Agency needs to recruit as many kind and courageous people as they can in order to overpower Monochrome, a dismal world of despair and injustice. The residents of Monochrome hate Whimsica and send down monsters made of negative emotion to attack the people.

Lately, Monochrome villains have been targeting Earth, causing despair and negative emotions to run rampant. Queen Rainbow of Whimsica sends down Sparkle and Twinkle, magical rabbits who will search planet Earth for more people with magical hearts to be new guardians.

-First chapter synopsis-

Meanwhile, on Earth...

Joy Smiley is 11 years old and recently started 6th grade. She is a quiet, humble, and imaginative girl who is lonely and has low self-esteem. Joy has always liked to daydream and imagine make-believe. She has dreams of happy endings, magic tales, and for people to be her friend.

Joy keeps a little journal with her where she draws and writes down her dreams. One day, a bully takes Joy’s journal from her and puts it on top of a locker where Joy can’t reach, because she is short.

Vivi, one of the taller girls in their grade, stands up to the bully (by annoying them until why give up) and retrieves the journal for Joy. Joy is thankful, though not good at expressing emotion. Vivi remarks that Joy has such a happy-sounding name, but wonders why she always looks sad. Vivi tells Joy she should smile. This inspired Joy to look on the bright side.

Vivi tells Joy that her dream is “to make the whole world laugh and smile”. She’s been told it was logistically impossible many times, but Vivi is an idealist and her determined attitude causes her to keep the dream in her heart.

Joy and Vivi become friends. Later that day, after school is out, Vivi overhears her classmates Maia and Bonnie talking. Maia is upset because her older brother seems to be better than her in everything.

Vivi runs up to Maia and tells her “Someone needs a hug!”

In an attempt to cheer up Maia, Vivi hugs her and begins to tell bad jokes. Maia is visibly annoyed.

Vivi says “Ooh, you’re a hard one to make smile!” Maia says she simply doesn’t wanna smile. Vivi tells Maia that she has to, or else her dream won’t come true.

Maia is in an especially bad mood that day, so she calls Vivi’s dream “stupid” and “impossible”. The world is just that miserable and unchangeable.

Vivi pretends to shrug it off, but she is actually crushed to hear this.

The reason Vivi wants to make the world smile is because her grandfather was a comedian with the same dream. However, he passed away when Vivi was 7. Vivi is determined to keep her grandfather’s dream alive and fulfill it for him.

Bonnie, who is Maia’s childhood friend, tells Maia that perhaps she was too harsh. Maia instead says “She needs to realize the truth.”

Vivi tells Joy about the reason behind her dream. Vivi then says she needs to be somewhere, but actually wanders off in sadness.

Joy feels alone once again and feels useless for not being able to break up the argument or comfort Vivi. Walking to her house, two sleeping colorful rabbits float down from the sky.

Joy first wonders if they’re stuffed animals, but they are warm and twitching their noses. Joy takes the rabbits back to her house. Her mother won’t be home until night.

The rabbits, Sparkle and Twinkle, then wake up and tell Joy that they only show themselves to people with “whimsy” in their hearts. The fact that Joy found them means she is who they are looking for.

Joy asks what whimsy is. It is a special kind of magic that comes from the heart.

The rabbits tell Joy what is happening. Their world is in danger, and Earth is becoming targeted as well. Joy will need to become a guardian to protect Earth from the villains of Planet Monochrome.

Joy is scared and unsure at first that she could do something so big. But then she remembers that she always wanted to experience magic. Sparkle and Twinkle also tell Joy that she is more powerful than she thinks.

Joy agrees to become a magical girl. There is a spiritual awakening deep within her that unlocks the magical powers in her heart and combines it with a divine power from the world of Whimsica.

Then, Sparkle and Twinkle detect that a monster has brainwashed someone close by.

As night begins to fall, Joy follows the rabbits and ends up at the empty park where Vivi went to be alone. The rabbits turn themselves into stuffed toy form to disguise themselves.

Vivi’s heart is in a vulnerable state after she got crushed by Maia’s remarks. Joy sees a monster behind Vivi, who is too crushed to even notice. The monster is beast-like and shadowy in appearance until it possesses a human. Monsters can only possess humans who don’t have magic. The monster hypnotizes Vivi to sleep so she can’t defend herself.

Joy transforms for the first time and feels something inside her awaken. She is a clumsy fighter at first and feels apologetic for being so “weak”.

As Joy is struggling, the monster possesses Vivi. Vivi becomes a corrupted version of herself, the monster has taken over her body and warped her appearance.

Sparkle and Twinkle awaken again and tell Joy that she has to attack and defeat the monster that Vivi became. It is the only way to get the old Vivi back.

Joy is overwhelmed at first. But then she thinks about how grateful she is that Vivi helped her and something happens. She gains the courage to fight.

Joy ends up defeating the monster and Vivi is back to normal, yet she is unconscious. She doesn’t remember a thing about being possessed. Joy wants to take Vivi back to somewhere safe but can’t carry her herself.

Suddenly, Maia and Bonnie arrive at the park. They didn’t see anything prior, but they do see Vivi unconscious on the bench. Joy tells Maia why about Vivi’s deceased grandfather and why her dream is so important to her.

Maia grows very regretful and feels remorse of what she told Vivi. She wants to apologize.

All three girls help carry Vivi to the school nurse’s office. Joy then has to go because Sparkle and Twinkle need to tell her more about her job. Bonnie has dance practice soon and leaves as well. Maia is the only one left and she stays with Vivi until she wakes up.

Vivi is surprised to wake up in the nurse’s office with Maia at her side. Vivi dejectedly tells Maia that perhaps she is right.

Maia then says “No. I was wrong. Your dream is a wonderful thing. You go out of your way to make people happy. The world needs more people like you. I’m sorry.”

For the first time, Vivi sees Maia smile.

“Hey, you made me smile.” Maia says, “You’re one step closer to your goal now.”

Vivi hugs Maia. They become good friends. Vivi continues to help Maia believe in hopes and dreams.

Eventually, Vivi, Maia, and Bonnie become magical girls as well (in that order), thus forming the Quartet.

-Introducing the girls-

Joy Smiley

Age- 11

Birthday- Feburary 14

Hair color- Auburn

Skin color- Brown

Build- Small, pudgy

Race/Nationality- Black/African-American

Favorite food- Macarons, strawberries

Wish- To experience magic, to make the world better

Personality description-

Joy is a quiet, humble, childish girl with a whimsical colorful imagination and a big heart. She's a dreamer and her mind is like a hot air balloon, always floating to different worlds.

Joy is sweet, docile and pure. She loves imagining things and being creative. She is very quiet and shy, causing people to misunderstand her. Joy is quite lonely at first.

Joy is sensitive and the emotions of other people get to her really easily. However, she struggles with showing them outwardly.

Joy's favorite stuffed animal is a cat named Rosa who brings her comfort on a bad day.

Joy has autism and is sensitive to certain stimuli.

Joy is an only child.

Her theme color is pink.

Vivi Star

Age- 11

Birthday- December 23

Hair color- Light yellow

Skin color- Fair

Build- Tall and heavy

Race/Nationality- Dutch (White)

Favorite food- Mushroom risotto

Wish- To make everyone in the world smile, to live a life worthwhile

Personality description-

Vivi is an outgoing and cheerful girl with lots of aspirations and dreams.

She's eccentric, animated and loves to make people laugh. She cracks a lot of jokes in hope it will make someone smile.

Vivi used to be very shy when she was younger and still has that characteristic hidden inside her. She broke out of her shell in order to accomplish her dream of making the entire world smile. Vivi is very emotional, and is often sad, but hides it well. She is very self-sacrificing and thinks of others before herself.

She has a little sister named Liv.

Vivi’s theme color is yellow.

Maia Mei

Age- 11

Birthday- May 7

Hair color- Dark green

Skin color- Light brown

Build- Tall, thin

Race/Nationality- Mexican, Chinese

Favorite food- Black bean enchiladas, fried rice

Wish- To make a difference

Personality description-

Maya is a girl who is aloof and pessimistic at first. However, she has a lot of willpower and believes in justice.

Maia is boyish and doesn't like being called a "young lady". She has an older brother who seems to be better than her at everything. This discourages Maia and caused her to believe that some things are impossible at first.

Maia tends to act the most serious of the group, but has her moments where she becomes very silly.

Maia is childhood friends with Bonnie.

Maia didn’t believe in dreams at first, but eventually realizes she wants to make a difference.

She cares deeply for her friends in an almost knightly way. The power of friendship is something that moves her deeply.

Maia has an older brother named Alan, and a younger brother named Chen.

Maia’s theme color is green.

Bonnie Orabella

Age- 14

Birthday- Janurary 9

Hair color- Powder blue

Skin color- Fair with freckles

Build- Somewhat short, average weight

Race/Nationality- French, Italian (White)

Favorite food- Ramen

Wish- To inspire people

Personality description-

Bonny appears to be is a calm, sophisticated girl. However, she has a very zany side to her. Bonnie is extremely theatrical. Bonnie has an alter-ego named “Daphne” who she becomes whenever she is acting.

Bonnie is quite dramatic, but is also level-headed. She can be silly a lot.

Bonnie is childhood friends with Maia.

Bonnie loves creating and wants to express herself. She likes to write. Her dream is to be an actress and to act as characters she’s created.

Bonnie has an older brother named Rubin, who is dating Maia’s older brother, Alan.

Bonnie’s theme color is blue.

-The powers of the Quartet-

Joy Smiley gains powers of seeing people’s dreams and turning nightmares into sweet dreams.

Sometimes Joy attacks with perfume, monsters can't stand it!

Joy has healing magic such as giving people hope and comfort in the form of an object affected by her magic.

Sometimes wields a giant pink paintbrush and can paint attacks and platforms. Can also ride on this paintbrush like a broom.

Joy can cast a magical spell, or a "Wish-come-true" when her heart is in a certain state.

Dreamy Drops are magic candy that Joy can use to power up.

"Whimsical heart medley!" is a musical attack where Joy "conducts" the aura around her. The music notes attack monsters.

"Dream Halation" is a healing attack that can soothe damage to the heart and body.

"Hyper Ballet" is a spinning attack where Joy spins at an impossible speed and can even cause a strong wind.

"Celestial Fantasia" is a wide-range powerful blast of magic that can both harm a monster and heal the good allies.

One of her magical trademarks is spinning a lot.

Joy has mostly healing magic. Her magic is based on a fairy.

She can cast a spell of hope.

Vivi Star can store emotions inside of objects. She can also feel emotions from objects and sense if they have happy or sad memories stored in them. She can always sense someone's true hidden emotion.

Smile Sugars are magical candy for her.

"Euphoric star fortissimo!" is a musical attack where monsters are harmed.

"Happy Aura" is a magical attack that causes euphoria and comfort to allies.

"Vivid Starlight" is a beam of light to attack enemies.

"Buoyant Rush" conceals Vivi’s body in a ball of light and has her move twice as fast.

The peace sign is her trademark.

One of her trademarks is a somersault.

Most of her magic is offensive. Her magic is based on a sorcerer.

She can cast a spell of laughter.

Maia-

Maia can sense memories if she concentrates hard enough.

"Dynamic triangle crescendo!" is a musical attack where monsters are harmed.

"Blade Fortress" is a defensive attack where barriers made of light surround her and allies, and monsters are hurt if they touch them.

“Bold Frenzy” is an attack where Maia wields light as a sword.

“Courage Pure” is magic that gives courage to allies

One of her trademarks is a backflip.

Most of her magic is offensive. Her magic is based on a knight.

She can cast a spell of confidence

Bonnie-

Bonnie can cast spells, and she has a cauldron in the Whimsy Room.

"Ethereal crescent arioso!" is a musical attack where monsters are harmed.

"Shield of ice" is a shield that also freezes enemies

“Wondrous Cure” is a healing attack that soothes damage to the heart and body.

"Wave of Tremolo" is an attack that knocks monsters back and topples them over

One of her trademarks is figure skating moves.

Most of her magic is defensive. Her magic is based on a witch.

She can cast a spell of inspiration

-Backstory of Joy and Lumina-

Joy met a girl her age in a dream when she was 6. The girl’s name was Lumina and she defeated Joy’s nightmare for her. Ever since then, Joy believed in magic.

Lumina is actually from Whimsica and she was in Joy’s dream because she can cross dimensions into the realm of dreams.

#whimsy quartet #whimsica #whimsica lore #whimsica saga #my writing

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I can’t yet bring myself to read the last chapter of OYWC because that means that it’s officially over 😭 I’m rereading the whole thing before I can bring myself to read the last piece. In the meantime - for a prompt, how about rescue with my favorite couple - Gladnis?

Awww oh my goodness. Thank you. Thank you so much. I really hope you end up liking the ending when you eventually get there–and I really admire your willpower, haha. I’m the crazy person who stops in the middle of the sidewalk to read fic updates, I have no chill or self control.

ANYWAY here you go! It got a bit long and rambly and I don’t know if it’s what you had in mind, but I hope you like it.

Gladioabsolutely hates these fucking things.

Ohsure, the food is good, if you can look past the foo-foo presentation and minisculeportions. The string quartet serenading the guests is talented, sprinkling theair with notes as light and merry as fairy dust. The wine flows freely, fromthe finest vineyards and orchards of Tenebrae and Accordo. And as the heir andyoung lord of a noble house, he’s never scheduled for guard duty, guaranteedthe evening off so that he can mingle and make nice with the other nobles andsocial climbers of Lucis.

Luckyfucking him. He’d seriously rather work. Anything is better than this livingnightmare.

Hestands like the eye of a storm—a very colourful, giggly storm. All around him,at least three deep, noble ladies and their daughters hover around him likevultures, their multi-coloured gowns rustling as they all jockey for position nearhim, like some prize for them to win.

“It’samazing, how you can lift those big heavy swords,” a honeyed voice simpers. “I’dfall over if I tried to lift one, I’m sure of it!”

“Ohmy, will you ever stop growing?” A girl giggles from somewhere in the vicinityof his ribs, she’s so fucking short.

“It’sbecause you’re an Amicitia. You have the finest genes, just like my niece here,”some old Countess says in a stage whisper “Good breeding always shows in theend.”

“It’strue,” a nasal voice drones on from somewhere to his left. “I’m not prejudicedof course, but common people just aren’t the same. Take my daughter here forinstance, you’ll never find a young woman so accomplished among the masses, orwith such fine features.”

Gladiocan feel his temper rising. He can feel a warm flush riding high in his cheeksand he hopes that those around him will blame it on the heavy suit he’s wearingwith its oppressively tight collar and stiff layers.

He castshis gaze through the crowd, grateful for the fact that he’s a good head tallerthan most of the attendees. He spies Noctis sitting on the dais next to HisMajesty and his own father, heads inclined to one another, deep in conversation.Next he spots Nyx, who as expected is standing like a statue in the shadows ofan archway, surveying the room with a bored expression. He’s on duty, so he’sno help there.

Aftera few more moments of frantically scouring the room while mumbling theoccasional “yeah” and “mmm” to the harpies fluttering around him he spies Ignisand manages to lock his topaz gaze with the other’s peridot.

Gladiotwists his features into a grimace and then does his best impression of Iriswhen she tries to make puppy eyes at him, his expression a silent plea to berescued.

Gladiodoesn’t know how he does it. Ignis navigates these affairs with fluid ease,seamlessly weaving his way from one person to the next, leaving a trail ofutterly charmed and impressed nobles in his wake, all of whom seem oblivious tothe fact that Ignis is brushing them off, his gaze never leaving Gladio’s. Whenpeople try to stop him to strike up a conversation or—more likely ply him forgossip about the Prince–he manages to brush them off like flies threatening tospoil his picnic.

Somehowthe young Advisor-to-be manages to weave his way past the chattering andgiggling ladies, silk skirts and robes fluttering out of his way.

“Gladiolus,”Ignis murmurs, his accent lilting pleasantly to rise above the white noise ofthe crowd. “My apologies for taking you from such charming company, but might Ihave a word regarding work?”

Allaround them ladies whine at the prospect of losing their main source ofentertainment, while simultaneously preening at being dubbed charming by Ignis.

“Dutycalls, ladies. Excuse me.” He grips Ignis’s arm in a bruising grip. “I’m surethis is very important if he’s taking me away from you all.”

Outof the corner of his eye he sees the way Ignis’s lips twitch and his eyes glintwith pure mischief behind his spectacles.

“Itis a rather urgent matter,” Ignis agrees as he begins to skillfully flowthrough the crowd, dragging Gladio in his wake.

Theyboth school their features into serious masks, carefully avoiding each other’sgaze until they’re safely out of the ballroom, down the hall, and around thecorner. The noise of the gala is only a faint whisper on the night air at thisrange and already the relative peace and quiet is enough to soothe Gladio’sfrayed nerves.

Witha sigh Gladio lets his bulk sag against a nearby column, a hand going up toloosen the damned collar of his suit. “Thanks, Iggy. You’re my hero.”

Ignischuckles softly. “You’re welcome. My apologies for not rescuing you sooner. HisMajesty and Lord Clarus had something of a bet going to see how long it wouldtake you to tap out.”

Gladiogroans, amber eyes rolling dramatically. “For fuck’s sake. I’m glad my miserycan be a source of so much amusement for my old man. I’m done.”

Seafoameyes twinkle merrily. “Don’t you want to know who won?”

Hethunks his head against the marble column a few times, as if he can beat thememory of this evening out of his brain. “They’re both jerks, I don’t care.”

“Oh?Neither of them won,” Ignis is grinning, revealing a rare flash of perfectlystraight white teeth.

Gladiostops trying to give himself short-term amnesia long enough to quirk a brow athis friend and ask “Huh? Who won, then?”

Patchesof rosy colour blossom on Ignis’s high cheekbones as he says “I did. Shall wetake our leave and perhaps find some dinner? I’m about to come into a fair bitof gil.”

Thatwas the moment when the dreams and aspirations of countless eligible youngladies were dashed to pieces.

#ffxv fanfiction #gladnis #fluffy

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diceprophet · 6 years

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Pathfinder Session Zero Notes

Adventure: “Living Weapons” [SOFT REBOOT]

I’ve been meaning to reboot my Pathfinder game for some time now. Unfortunately, we’ve been on hiatus for over half a year, so all of us forgot how to play with the complicated ruleset. Thus, we opted for a flashback one-off in order to re-acquaint ourselves with the game! After some consideration, we decided to elaborate upon the backstory of one of our main characters: a reformed bandit named Velnor! This was not a pretty story...

Part 1: Unpleasant Upbringing

Velnor was raised as one of many bastard children of a warlord simply referred to as Revanant. This mysterious figure was the undisputed leader of a ruthless mercenary group known as the Spider Eyes Marauders. Despite his parentage, Velnor received no form of special treatment or endearment from his father, and was cast into a life of brutal violence from a very young age.

By age nine, Velnor was grouped into a squad. His new partners were all orphans, outcasts, and former slaves, and included the likes of Kai the human monk, Ty the half-elf druid, and Elton the half-orc barbarian. Every day these children were pushed beyond the limits of their strength and endurance, gradually honing them into cold-blooded killers.

Part 2: Wilderness Explorers

Although the four were barely acquainted with one another, they were quickly forced to rely upon each other to survive. With barely any preparation, they were abandoned in the wilderness and given two simple objectives: survive and find their way back to the encampment.

The druid Ty (and his temperamental snake, Ger) proved to be a massive boon in locating a source of fresh water. Later that day, Elton also demonstrated his battle-lust in how he fearlessly charged an elk nearly three times his size. The quartet managed to whittle down their prey’s health until the monk Kai descended upon its head with a skull-shattering axe kick.

The four ate their hearty meal in general silence around a campfire. Every now and then, someone would speak up, but conversations usually went nowhere. Velnor repeated to himself the most important lesson that his father had taught him: “A good soldier follows all orders.” Ty played with his snake Ger, and they two appeared to be inseparable. Kai meditated and remained calm, despite their dire circumstances. Finally, Elton fidgeted with his weapon, eagerly awaiting for another chance to experience the thrill of combat.

Elton’s prayers were answered as the crew followed the path back to the camp. A pair of starved and mangy wolves emerged from the shadows and attacked, and the party met them head-on in a confrontation of steel and tooth. Velnor almost fell in the battle after being grievously injured in the leg, but he persisted and fought valiantly. Once the party returned from the ordeal, they realized that the wolves had been secretly kept in the camp and deprived of food; the creatures had been released by their trainers once they had braved the wilderness, and were but another cruel test.

Part 3: Target Acquired

After surviving the initiation, all four children were tattooed with the insignia of the Spider Eyes. The symbol was an indicator of their ultimate allegiance. It also housed a sinister and yet-to-be-known magical spell. Their masters gave them explicit instructions to refrain from invoking the magical tattoo until they encountered their target, or they would meet a grisly demise.

They’re first mission was to infiltrate Aelindorg Village and assassinate a half-elf paladin named Aeris Valenya. She had stolen a ring with a red jewel from the organization, and they wanted it back.

Part 4: Desecration

With only a name and an objective, the four were left on the outskirts of the village, without their weapons and gear. They would need to discretely enter the town, locate a supply cache, and hunt down their target. After some minor deceptions at the gate and a quick search, they found their equipment, along with some new alchemical items. They received four healing potions and four experimental mutagens that would help them turn the tide of battle, if they were overwhelmed.

Once they were suited for combat, they began the task of infiltrating the heavily guarded church by finding a hidden path through the sewers. Underground, they had to contend with packs of disease-ridden rats, enchanted suits of armor, arrow traps, and a few guards. But with grim determination, they managed to cut a bloody path into the temple of Iomedae. Ty set his snake upon the head paladin, filling her veins with agonizing venom. Velnor forced a critically wounded Kai to imbibe a feral mutagen, transforming him into a hulking beast that carved out destruction with his bare hands. Elton also drank a mutagen, and lashed out with all of his might and swiftness.

Lady Valenya was rightfully horrified that the Spider Eyes would manipulate and indoctrinate children as young as they were, but she ordered her soldiers to stand strong and defeat them. They party quickly found themselves outnumbered and outclassed. Kai was the first to fall from a fatal sword wound, and a massive swarm of spiders erupted from his corpse. In that moment, the remaining three learned what the tattoos could do. And in their desperation, they invoked the summoning magic. Ty released a swarm of feral rats from under his skin, and they washed over the knights, crawling into their armor and gnawing away at their flesh. Velnor, much to his own horror, released a swarm of botflies from his mouth; this deeply traumatizing event kept him paralyzed with fear for the rest of the encounter. Lady Valenya was finally killed by Ty, and her lifeless corpse was quickly consumed by rats. The others in the church succumbed to the hostile swarms of vermin. However, the encounter ended before Elton could invoke his own tattoo spell.

Part 5: Corruption of Flesh

The party acquired the red jeweled ring and fled the destroyed church before reinforcements could arrive. They then backtracked through the sewers and emerged at the edge of town, bloodied but not beaten. Kai was dead, Ty had lost his snake in the melee, and Velnor was in shock, but Elton was deeply satisfied with how many he had slain. As they continued fleeing the city, Ty suddenly felt that the ring was becoming warmer with each step away from the church. Sensing danger, he abandoned it and began to run as fast as his legs could carry him. Suddenly, the gem dispersed a fine red mist that filled the air. Everyone in the town was abruptly seized by a spellbourne disease that ate away at their bones, causing them to bleed to death from the inside out. The paladin had stolen it from the Spider Eyes and intended to purify it, but the quad had slain her before she could complete her mission. Ty escaped, taking great pains not to breathe in the red cloud. But Velnor and Elton were not so lucky.

The last two members of the band fell to the ground as an unseen fire crept along the entire length of their bodies, filling them with immeasurable agony. Velnor held onto conscious the best he could, but eventually blacked out. But no before he watched Elton bleed out as the Red Rot destroyed his internals. Despite the pain, Elton sadistically smiled as the life left his eyes.

But all was not dark forever for young Velnor. When he awoke, he heard the voice of his father and other senior members. The experiment, as they called it, was a success. The Red Rot, a mysterious affliction created from Revanant’s blood, was highly lethal and wiped out almost 100% of the townsfolk and people living in the surrounding territories. It was too effective, though, and the rapid onset of death prevent the disease from being effectively carried and spread. “He survived? Impressive. As expected of my blood,” Velnor heard his father say as he fell into the darkness once more.

Flash forward to the future, nearly fifteen years later: Velnor has long since departed from the Spider Eyes. He and his friends, an elf ranger named Hawkeye and an ifrit bard named Amon, have set out to rid the world of the Spider Eyes once and for all. Currently, they are following the trail of a vampiric antipaladin and mass-murdered called Valkyrrion, who is rumored to be Revenant’s right-hand man.

Part 6: Game Master’s Closing Thoughts

This story helped me tie together a few of the characters backstories, as well as gave me a way to flesh out a couple reoccurring villains’ lore, too! In the storytelling aspect, I am satisfied. The character who plays Velnor is ready to seize destiny by the bollocks and carve out a path of bloody vengeance against the “father” who traumatized and used him. The next time they meet, Velnor will not battle with Revanant with words; that’s a promise.

However, the delivering could’ve been considerably improved. I emphasized a sense of weakness upon the players (they were basically children, after all), which allowed the tone of the story to remain consistent, but in hindsight made the game drag in the earlier bits. Most people play games to feel empowered, not at the mercy of a cold and uncaring world. We have IRL for that. I’m not sure how I would’ve done that differently, but perhaps I’ll try starting on an empowering note instead of a debilitating one.

Also, fuck the audio issues. Discord, Roll20, Chrome, Comcast, whatever was causing the constant goddamn audio dropouts, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.

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calligraphist-artemisia · 6 years

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I’ll Take Her Place (Chapter 2)

Summary: AU. When Allura breaks the news that she is to wed Prince Lotor in order to continue the peaceful relationship between Altea and Daibazaal, Pidge knows that she has to do something to change that. And so, with a little help, she comes up with a new plan. A better plan Pairings: Keith/Pidge (main) ; Shiro/Allura (minor), Hunk/Lance (minor) ; Lotor/Allura (one-sided)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3 - Masterpost

Also posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net

A/N: Alright, here we go! A little earlier than I'd planned, but I'm pretty excited about how everyone will react to this chapter.

I named Allura's mom after my all-time favorite female protagonist, Alanna of Trebond. (The Song of the Lioness by Tamora Pierce. If you've never read this series and you're into the fantasy genre, then I highly recommend everything she's written, but especially this quartet.)

Chapter 2

“Pidge, this is crazy.”

She told Hunk about her plan.

After all of their late night chat sessions. After all of the times they'd lured one another away from projects to take a break. After everything they'd been through together since leaving Earth, how could she not tell Hunk? He was her rock; the one she went to when she needed to voice her worries without feeling judged.

“I know. I know. But what else could I do, Hunk? I can't stand by and watch Allura sacrifice herself like that. Besides, maybe this way I can keep a close eye on Lotor without it being weird. We'll finally find out if there's any truth to the rumors we've heard,” Pidge said, trying to inject some sort of logic into her plan. It was still all about giving Allura the freedom to be with Shiro, but that didn't mean she couldn't also find a way to use it to her own advantage.

Hunk gently took both of her hands in his own. “I'm gonna go on the record, right here and now, and say I think this is a terrible idea and doing this probably means giving Lotor exactly what he wants, but...” He gave her a hard look when she opened her mouth to argue. When she unhappily settled down, he continued, a bit more gently. “But, I'm going to be there for you. You're one of my best friends, Pidge, and I'm not going to leave you alone to handle this. Whatever you need and whenever you need it, I'll be there.”

“Hunk, I...” Pidge looked away, unable to handle the sincerity in his eyes. “Thank you.”

He squeezed her hands and then let go so he could get back to preparing a delicious breakfast. It wasn't long before Shiro finished his morning training and came down to join them. Like clockwork, Land wasn't far behind, though he was still dressed in his pajamas and had clearly just woken up.

“Ugh, please tell me I dreamed that awful conversation we had last night,” Lance groaned as he sat down across from Pidge. He took one look at everyone's downcast faces and sighed loudly. “So it's really happening? Allura's really going to marry Prince Jerkface? Shiro, are you sure there's nothing we can do?”

“Allura has made her decision, and we all need to respect it,” Shiro said.

“But-!”

“Enough!” Shiro said sharply. “This is happening, Lance. The princess needs our support and we're all going to give it to her. I don't want to hear any more about this, understand?”

Lance looked at him in concern, but obeyed his leader and said nothing more on the subject. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he turned his attention to Hunk. “Hey, good lookin', watcha got cookin'?”

Hunk rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face. “You are so lame.”

Lance grinned. “Well, that doesn't answer my question. Hey, Pidge, do you think I need to ask again?”

“Please, no,” Pidge begged.

“Hey, good loo-”

“Bacon!” Hunk interrupted, dropping a plate of something purple and green on the counter. “Or, you know, the closest alternative I've found. It tastes mostly like bacon.”

Lance stood up to peer closely at the offered food. “Looks squishy. And what are those green bits?”

“Are you going to stand there and criticize my cooking or are you going to eat?”

Lance hesitated a moment before picking up a fork to cautiously stab the food. Little bits fell off as he lifted it to his mouth. “Well, here goes nothing.”

Everyone watched Lance take that first bite, using his facial expressions to determine whether or not they would be eating it as well.

“Huh,” Lance said, going in for another forkful. “That's not half bad.”

Hunk looked delighted.

While breakfast had been lighthearted and full of jokes (at least between Hunk and Lance), a mere two hours later, the paladins found themselves standing in their full armor, waiting with everyone else to hear Emperor Zarkon's proposal for a stronger alliance.

It was a unexpectedly small gathering, comprising largely of those from the Altean court and the few nobles who had traveled with Zarkon for the occasion, but Pidge could spot several familiar faces among the crowd, specifically Grand Duchess Trigel of the Dalterion Belt and King Gyrgan of Rygnirath, which meant that Prince Blaytz of Nalquod was somewhere nearby. The three of them were good friends of Alfor and Zarkon, as well as strong supporters of the Voltron Coalition, so it was hardly a surprise to see them there.

She almost wished they hadn't come.

Three years was a long time to keep her true identity hidden from everyone except the other paladins. How would they react to the news? Trigel had always expressed a fondness toward her in the past, but would that change when she learned the truth?

If it wasn't for Hunk's firm presence at her side, Pidge was sure she'd be panicking. As it was, she was having trouble keeping her emotions in check.

“Just breathe,” Hunk reminded her, keeping his voice low. “Deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. It helps.”

In a horrible way, she was thankful that Shiro and Lance were too preoccupied with their own worries about Allura. Neither of them paid any attention to her, though Lance did cast a curious look in their direction when Hunk began to whisper.

“The goo bacon is disagreeing with Pidge,” Hunk explained in undertone, covering for her the best way he could think of.

Pidge felt a wave of gratitude towards her friend. It lasted until Emperor Zarkon stepped forward to address the crowd and a heavy weight of dread settled in her stomach, overpowering any other emotion.

Everyone quieted down to hear what he had to say.

“For many years, I have worked tirelessly alongside King Alfor and other leaders to unify the planets in our quadrant of the universe in a peaceful alliance. We have forged unbreakable bonds between our people, but none more strong than that between Daibazaal and Altea, with my marriage to the beautiful Honerva.” He paused to gaze fondly at his small Altean wife, whose sweet smile encouraged him to continue. “I am please to say I have recently been given the opportunity to fortify the alliance between Daibazaal and the Voltron Coalition.”

Pidge couldn't help but glance at Allura, who stood between her parents, King Alfor and Queen Alanna, looking every inch the regal princess that she was. She never would have known just from looking at her that she had no desire to be there or even that she was truly dreading what was coming next.

Or rather, what Allura thought was coming next.

Pidge breathed in deeply.

“Lady Katherine Holt, Paladin of the Green Lion, has offered her hand in marriage.”

As Emperor Zarkon spoke, Pidge stepped away from her friends, slowly walking forward just as King Alfor had instructed her to do. She could see Lance making a move to stop her, but Hunk held him back and shook his head. Shiro made a quiet, startled sound, barely catching himself from following her.

Pidge stopped a respectable distance from Zarkon and removed her helmet, tucking it under one arm. She held her head up high, waiting to hear what Lotor had to say about the change. Everything relied on what the Galra prince would say.

Emperor Zarkon acknowledged her with a nod and then looked to his son. “Prince Lotor, will you accept Lady Katherine's proposal?”

Prince Lotor's face and body language betrayed nothing of what he truly felt as he bowed to her. “Sadly, I cannot. My heart has long been claimed by another.” Cold blue eyes flickered to Allura, traveling up and down her body before returning to Pidge.

Her heart sank at the flicker of a tiny smirk on his face. Her plan never stood a chance.

'I'm so sorry, Allura,' she thought, her heart aching for her friend.

“I see,” Emperor Zarkon said, his eyes boring into his son, who looked completely unaffected by the intense gaze.

Pidge was about to step back and rejoin her fellow paladins, prepared to face their judgement, when Zarkon spoke again, addressing another in the crowd.

“Prince Keithir, will you accept?”

A low murmur broke out in the room from all sides, but the loudest chatter came from the Galra. From among them, a slender figure in black armor stepped forward, unusual dark eyes focused on Pidge. A pair of fluffy ears stuck up through a mess of black hair, twitching subtly as he gazed at her. His fur was a hue of light lavender common to most Galra.

For a moment, she forgot how to breathe. Prince Keithir was an anomaly – a mystery – she had no data on him. She had even less than rumor to go on. It was only by chance that she'd even learned about him. She'd certainly never included him as a factor when devising her plan or when calculating the multiple ways in which things could go awry, but it was obvious to her that Emperor Zarkon had factored him in. Which meant one thing: Zarkon knew Lotor would never accept her.

He knew, and made a plan to account for that.

All of Pidge's hopes were on the unexpected second chance she'd been given. If Keithir refused, then there was nothing more she could do. Allura would marry Lotor.

Without taking his eyes off of her, Prince Keithir spoke the words that would seal their fate: “I accept.”

#voltron #kidge #arranged marriage au #fanfiction #good guy zarkon #wow that feels weird to type #oh and the original paladins are here too #decided to run with more parallels between lance and Blaytz #made Blaytz the youngest of three siblings #therefore prince #probably has an older sis who will become queen

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fabermemorialrink · 7 years

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some mistake, part 3

This part marks the end of what would be chapter one! Still a good handful of sections to upload after this one, but uh I should warn you I probably left off in the middle of writing the most important part, so I hope y’all don’t mind some suspense later on haha. Thanks again for reading!!

So Derek takes Dex’s advice to heart and tries, he really does, and...it kind of works. There are some people in each of his classes that he becomes friendly with, that he can grab a bite with or have study sessions with. And the team has several guys he's pretty close to now. There's Shitty, who’s easy to talk to and shows his support for Derek in his free-spirited, oft-naked way, and Ransom and Holster, who take him under their defensive wing. Ollie and Wicks, Indy and Alph and manager Sierra who treats them all like her out-of-control little brothers.

Derek likes them all but just even being in school drains him every day, over time. There's nothing wrong with any of them, per se, but they're all part of the same system, and it's like a vortex of bleakness that everyone at Andover is caught in. So he goes to class and talks to the tolerable people, and re-learns every single morning how to ignore the intolerable ones, and he goes to practice and bonds with the guys, and when it starts cascading into the always present shadow of pressure and prejudice, he escapes to where he can take a moment, just to be himself without being berated for having the audacity to exist.

He doesn't usually see Dex when he's just meditating in his hidey-hole, his head poking out to rest on the roots and stare up at the treasured glimpses of sky that are revealed to him through the shifting leaves. But he realizes soon enough, shortly before he heads back to the city for Thanksgiving break (because all three of his parents are actually going to be home simultaneously for once) that when he dares to delve deeper, and the woods entangles itself around him slowly and imperceptibly until he's lost in a dark corner again, Dex appears like clockwork to rescue him.

It's an accident at first, just a genuine attempt to try and teach himself more about the outdoors. He read up on camping and shit, and some Thoreau for good measure, but putting what he read into practice doesn't seem hugely successful for Derek. Inevitably, he ends up stranded in the unknown - in the inner ring, as Dex finally tells him one day when they're sitting by a pond Derek's never seen before and eating trail mix he swiped from the dining hall - where his sense of direction fails him.

Dex is nothing if not supremely reliable and strangely, suspiciously, always aware of Derek's whereabouts, so Derek is never left waiting long before Dex storms out to chastise him for endangering himself. Derek still doesn’t get it, because literally nothing seems to live in the goddamn woods except his ginger stalker/self-appointed bodyguard/friend, so he continues to tell Dex to chill and make half-baked promises to not get himself murdered. Dex always does this hilarious hand-clench of frustration when Derek brushes off his concerns, but nevertheless semi-reluctantly puts up with his company until he deems it too dark or too cold for Derek to stay any longer.

Soon it becomes habit to search Dex out whenever Derek's feeling numb. On good days, they get along, talking about the junk they’re interested in. Dex isn’t up to date on the newest shows or movies that Derek likes, but they bond over the nostalgic films of the past, and Derek gives quick and dirty summaries of all the shitty books he’s read on long plane rides. If he exaggerates the inanity of some of the plots, well, it gets a laugh out of Dex, so whatever.

On not-so-good days, at least he has someone he can argue unapologetically with. Sometimes it's important stuff, because Dex is still very much a know-nothing white boy who doesn't understand what Derek goes through on a daily basis. And though Derek still doesn’t actually know much about Dex at all, he does know that Dex thinks he’s too damn rich to understand his hang-ups about buying nice but frivolous things, and dropping more than eight dollars on brunch. So they fight about these things sometimes, but because Derek can’t physically find his way back home without Dex’s assistance, it becomes a forced learning experience for the both of them, to learn to listen to one another without tussling like elementary-schoolers. It works more than it doesn’t, but they’re also both dumbass fifteen year olds who don’t know when to quit, so there are nights that Dex dumps Derek at the field without another word and Derek spends the next day moping in his bed, then moping in his hollow until one of them has enough guts to go and apologize.

And sometimes, their arguments are about whether the pet rock was the best cash grab of all time, or how much money it would have cost to fake the moon landing, or whether it’s a terrible idea for Derek to try a backflip on the ice.

What it comes down to is this: even when they fight, at least Derek feels alive. At least he knows the person he’s talking to cares, about something. They’re not always in sync about how they see the world, but Dex is real in a way the kids at Andover never are, and willing, in his mulish way, to consider Derek’s point of view after a shouting match. And, for all the faces and weird noises he makes, he’s a good listener. Derek practices his public speaking assignment on him and his oral presentation for Spanish; Dex claps in the right places and throws pebbles at him when he’s avoiding eye contact too much. He asks after Derek’s family and his team, and almost always remembers to ask Derek about his games. Derek thinks he probably follows Andover hockey more closely than Shitty’s parents do. Several invitations to their home games have been extended, but Dex always apologizes before turning them down.

Derek doesn’t put it into words until the day Dex sets him to work gathering herbs “for reasons” and they’re sitting in the dirt and fog picking through weeds and chirping each other about their bad hand-eye coordination. Derek has mist in his face and there’s soil caked under his nails from digging up tiny sprouts and silvery roots, but it’s been the best part of his day by far.

“How’d you get dirt on your nose?” Dex asks when Derek delivers another handful of shoots to him.

“Just living that natural life, Dexy.” Derek swipes at his face with the back of his hand, but from the look that crosses Dex’s face he’s not finding much success. He makes another attempt with the heel of his palm this time.

“No, you- there’s even more now,” Dex says irritably. He reaches up, as if to brush the smudge away himself, but aborts the motion halfway and digs him hand harder into the ground instead.

Derek grins, and tries again. “Did I get it?” he asks as he deliberately streaks dirt from the bridge of his nose across his cheek. The corner of Dex’s eye twitches as he fights with himself, until Derek slowly and deliberately digs up a solid handful of muck, ready to plaster it to his own face.

Dex dives for him as he brings his hand up in slow-motion, flattening him to the ground as they battle over Derek’s hand.

“You’re a literal child, I swear to god,” Dex hisses, wrestling Derek's arm in place long enough to smear most of the dirt off.

“Lots of adults enjoy the rejuvenating properties of a mud mask, bro.” Derek pats his cheeks gently with what's left of the soil on his hands, and offers the remainder to Dex. “Give it a try. Refreshed skin will bring out your freckles more.”

“Why would I ever want that.” Dex has to pin Derek’s arm down with his shoulder to protect his face.

“Seriously? People would kill for the Look you got going on, dude.” Dex’s eyes narrow when he hears the capital L, but Derek continues. “You're like a concept painting of autumn. All gold and red and orange.”

“What does that even mean, you weirdo?” Dex groans into the dirt as he rolls away from Derek, ending in a patch of brambly leaves that stick in his shirt.

“It means you’re beautiful inside and out. Own it.”

“Were you put on this earth to torment me?”

“Maybe! Aw, that's cute. Like we were made for each other.”

“What.”

“Well, like, if I exist just to annoy you, and you exist to be my bff, then it's kinda like we were made for each other, right?”

“Wait- are we even having the same conversation right now?” Dex asks, confused. He bounces up like a pop-up book insert to give Derek his classic squint of suspicion. “Who's what now?”

“You’re my best friend, Dex, is what I’m saying,” Derek tells him, smiling at him sideways from where he's still tipped over into the mud. This is what it should feel like, right? This comfortable, unfiltered ease that Derek has grown used to in Dex’s presence. No pretenses, no fear of letting his chill slip or his anger surge. Derek is Derek, and Dex, even with all his secrets, is Dex, and that's all they need.

“Oh. That’s not where I thought this was going. Are you sure?” Dex asks, scratching awkwardly at his hair tucked under his cap. He cut it recently, choppy and slightly uneven; Derek suspects he may have done it by hand himself. Hopefully not with the hatchet. He seems to be in disbelief, so Derek solves the problem the only way he knows how: by being extra annoying.

“No, actually, now that I think about it more, I don't know if I can be friends with someone who’s afraid of barbershop quartets.”

“Oh my god, I'm not afraid of them, I just think the striped vests are fuckin’ weird! And the hats, too, Jesus. It's creepy, okay?”

“You are legit the strangest dude I know. You scared of 90s boy bands too? Leather pants, frosted tips?”

Dex undergoes a deep, full body shudder of disgust, visibly trying to shake the memory off himself. “Quit it, Nursey-”

“Matching track suits! Bandanas and denim overalls!”

“I don't understand how the hell we’re still friends,” and Derek’s smile must be embarrassingly real, because Dex flushes that nice shade of red he gets when he's flustered but not angry, and half-heartedly gives Derek a “yeah, okay, me too,” which, in the current flow of the conversation is a non-sequitur, but Derek gets it.

When it draws close to six, Dex packs up his basket and walks Derek back out, even though Derek has got a pretty good handle on navigating the outer ring by now, where the forest isn't yet labyrinthine and dim. Like always, he halts at the edge, but this time, he stops Derek with a hand to his arm, his skin warm despite the biting coldness in the air.

Dex is about to say something, but Derek word vomits on him before he can speak up. “You wanna come visit my dorm? We could watch Netflix, eat stale pop tarts.” It's such a fantastic proposition that Derek is surprised Dex doesn't immediately begin heckling him.

“Sorry, but I, uh, also gotta get home. Besides, you know they'd never let me into your prep school dorm room. Blue collar cooties,” he says with the sort of uncasual shrug that says he's accepted long ago there are places he isn't meant to go.

“I can't believe you just used the word cooties in a sentence,” Derek says, trying to lighten the mood, because even he's more than willing to sneak Dex in, doesn't mean his friend wants to go. He probably wants to keep their lives compartmentalized. They can share the woods; everything else is off-limits. That's okay. Derek can handle that.

“Some of us have to make do with our dollar store vocabulary.”

“I didn't say I didn't like it. You have the best cooties,” Derek says solemnly and clasps Dex’s shoulder.

Dex shakes him off, but cracks a smile, so it's a solid win. “Shut your face, Nursey. You know I wouldn't fit in with those guys. You'll just have to bring your pop tarts here. Not the laptop though; electronics don't work right in the woods.”

Derek swallows thickly, suddenly overcome with this invitation. It's new. Dex almost always sees Derek off with a demand that he watch his back and stay in school, like some kind of twisted after-school special. He never makes any indication that he actually wants Derek to visit, though Derek’s learned enough of his tacit signs by now to know that Dex doesn't mind his company. “Yeah? What flavor?” he asks when he unties his tongue.

“Wild berry. Extra stale.”

“I'll open a pack and leave it in my math binder for a week.”

Dex must remember that Derek avoids even touching his math materials if he can, because he laughs, and gives Derek a little shove closer to the field. “I'm counting on it. Hey, we need to make some ground rules though.”

“Rules? Like the name prohibition.”

The first couple of times they ran into each other again Dex had reiterated the ironclad importance of Derek never, ever uttering his name while in the woods. Dex nods now, relieved that Derek’s been bludgeoned with that information until it stuck.

“Right. Never tell anyone your name; that’s the most important one. Rule number two: don't trust anyone you meet in the woods. Got it?”

“Uh, what's that supposed to mean? Didn’t I meet you in the woods?”

Dex makes a complicated face and a jerky, ambivalent motion with his hand that Derek does not understand at all. “There's just some strange people in here sometimes,” he says, still hedging around something. “Be wary around them. If they ever try to make you break rule number one, get the fuck outta there. Even if it’s me, okay?”

What? Why would Dex ever…”Okay? If you say so?” What’s Dex afraid of? Brainwashing? Doppelgangers? Clones??

“Promise me, Nursey,” Dex says intensely, gripping Derek’s elbow tight. “I might not always be around to watch out for you.”

Derek must look too hesitant still, because Dex pinches his arm and he lets out a yelp. “Alright, chill, Dex. I promise.” Then, narrowing his eyes, he ventures to ask, “Is this a cult thing? ‘Cause my parents know people. We can help.”

“It's not a cult thing. And if it were, it’s not like I’d admit it.”

“Hmmmm.” Derek looks around, giving the woods a leery once-over, before leaning in to hiss, “Blink twice if they’re watching us. Blink three times if they’re holding you against your will.”

Dex stares at him for a few seconds before blinking deliberately twice (!), then a few more times for a total of five. Derek’s brain flies into overdrive as he tries to decipher this. Is it five as in two plus three? Is he giving Derek a signal? Or is he just messing around?

While he dithers over this, Dex purses his lips and blows a sharp stream of air right into Derek’s eyes. He recoils, clutching at his face.

“Ow, what the fuck, Dex!”

“That’s enough cultist bs for one day. Time to go home, Nursey. Walk slowly; wouldn’t want you to trip on literally nothing again and ruin your pretty face, city boy.”

“Ha ha,” Derek grouses, still rubbing his eyes. He’s well aware of his bad skin and awkward legs. Dex doesn’t need to rub it in. “D’you practice those lines on the squirrels before you try them on people?”

“Don’t be dumb. You ever seen a squirrel around here?” Dex snipes back, but the corners of his eyes crease in a smile and he mutters, “I practice on the trees.”

Derek is still laughing as Dex shoves him out onto the field toward home.

#nurseydex #nursey #dex #omgcp fic #some mistake #nursey's parents are a beautiful loving poly triad if that was not made clear yet

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stephenpetroniocompany · 5 years

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LISE FRIEDMAN ON BLOODLINES

I first saw Stephen Petronio dance in 1979. He was the first, and only, man in the Trisha Brown Company. Intense and virtuosic, he brought a liquid, muscular urgency to Brown’s filigreed movement. These same qualities, super-charged by his dances’ signature whipping limbs, have fueled his work for the last thirty-five years.

From the start Petronio’s work has captured the pulse and anxieties of modern life. In the early solo #3, wearing a white button-down shirt and black slacks and rooted to one spot, his torso, arms, and head flail and twitch — he’s a furious, frustrated everyman. The epic Locomotor/Non Locomotor (2015) conjures a tough and tender world in which duets, trios, quartets, suddenly form and just as unexpectedly disperse. In one standout moment, dancers leap backward, blithely describing a gorgeous arc around the stage. Last year’s ultra-spare Hardness 10, its title a reference to the imperviousness of the diamond, is a kind of treatise on walking through and with a crowd, an ode to the city streets and to the process of becoming stronger.

Almost five years ago, Petronio took a surprising turn. While continuing to make his own dances, he initiated Bloodlines, a commitment to bringing the work of American postmodern dance masters into his company, specifically the work of the artists who formed him. The plan was to have dancers who had experienced the work first-hand teach the pieces to the Petronio Company. It was a huge gamble, and precisely where Petronio’s passion and decisiveness were key. The first to be included was Merce Cunningham’s eccentric and mysterious 1968 RainForest. This was quite a reach, and therefore quite a risky business. How would Petronio’s dancers, who had spent years mastering his work, fare in the face of a technique so fundamentally different and notoriously difficult? Would they get ensnared in its inevitable idiosyncrasies? Would they find it hard to perform alongside an electronic score that provides neither beat nor narrative? Would they trip on Andy Warhol’s mylar balloons?

The Petronio dancers took it on. Three members of the former Cunningham Company came into the Petronio studio, and, in just three weeks, transmitted the dance, moment by moment, step by step, body to body. This was a dramatic undertaking, revealing the push and pull, the doubt, and ultimately the satisfaction the dancers felt when they finally made the piece their own.

Subsequent Bloodline works include wonderful and significant dances by Trisha Brown, Anna Halprin, Yvonne Rainer, and Steve Paxton. Last year, Petronio’s dancers performed the witty Cunningham work Signals. This season, Petronio premieres his own American Landscape, with design by Robert Longo and an original score by the Dutch composer Jozef van Wissem and the filmmaker and musician Jim Jarmusch. Drawing on the multiple facets that make up this United States, Petronio will, as he inevitably does, bring something of what’s happening in the world outside the theater onto his stage. Also on the program is Coverage, a 1970 solo by the too-little-known Judson Dance Theater artist Rudy Perez, and Tread (1970), the company’s third dance by Cunningham, with a set by Bruce Nauman — a row of ten industrial fans parked across the front of the stage. With the addition of Tread, the Petronio Company is now the American company with the most works by Cunningham in its repertory.

The Bloodlines project in no way tethers Petronio to the past. With all that this endeavor has so far achieved, and with Petronio at the height of his choreographic powers, quite the opposite is true.

Lise Friedman, an adjunct professor at NYU’s Gallatin School, is the author of several books and, with director Maia Wechsler, co-producer of the 2018 feature documentary “If the Dancer Dances,” which follows the Stephen Petronio Company as they struggle to reconstruct Merce Cunningham’s “RainForest,” revealing what it takes to keep a dance alive. She was a member of the Cunningham Company from 1977-84.

Photo by Grant Friedman of Stephen Petronio and photographer Sarah Silver during a photoshoot of Tread (1970) by Merce Cunningham.

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Writing challenge part 3

Day 3 of 10 Write an action sequence

(this part is a bit long, but some excerpts do tend to be. Happy reading! Also, warning for gorew)

“I will beat one of you with this book!” The young woman yelled, pointing the book at the various people standing in front of her desk. The young woman looked quite infuriated at the newcomers, considering that they were getting on her nerves really quickly. The customs officer had dark blue hair, covering her right eye, and turquoise eyes as deep as the Royal Sea. Her black sleeveless turtleneck was covered by a light blue vest and she was carrying a green book with several bookmarks in it. She had a vial hanging around her neck with what appeared to be sea water in it.

“ちょっと　まって　ください, Misty。"1 Rose mentioned, coming towards the front of the group. His normal prankster’s face was replaced with perpetual glee. "We’re just trying to get through here. Why are you threatening us?” He sent Misty a playful wink.

“Because you all are getting on my nerves!” Misty commented. “I’m trying to check you all in, and one of you keeps poking me!” Rose shook his head as a blonde with olive eyes lifted their head from behind Misty and smiled. They held up a peace sign before shrinking back down. Misty’s right eye twitched, before she swung the tome at the other person’s nose, successfully knocking them out. Blood was on Misty’s book, and starting to drip on the floor. Rose laughed hysterically as some others from the Saints of Hell helped the other person up.

“Sorry about Alex, they’re worse than me sometimes when it comes to pranking people.” Rose commented sincerely.

“Uhm guys, ten thirty!” Slate said, as the police moved toward the group. The Saints of Hell all exchanged looks before nodding in sync.

“Look Misty, we’d love to stay, but as you can see we have an issue at hand.” Rose winked. It was a good thing that the Saints could change forms. Rose, Hazel, Midnight, Violet, Scarlett and Ken dissolved into mist, Derek and Raven became beams of light before leaving everyone’s sight. Slate morphed into a tiny ice blue dragon and sat on Misty’s shoulder. Veronica stood by another officer’s desk and started to chat with them. By this time one of the policemen had caught up to Misty and the remainder of the group.“Miss Waters, have you seen the group known as the Saints of Hell? They’re wanted for treason, espionage, and over three hundred counts of murder.” With this statement, Misty sat up straighter and pulled on a straight face.

“No sir, I’m afraid I haven’t. If I did, I would have been dead by now,” lied Misty, “When I do, I will certainly notify you.” She mentioned, sighing as the police left her alone. “Okay guys,” Misty mentioned, talking to Veronica, Alex, and Slate. “My work day’s over, so you’re on your own.” Slate looked dejected as Misty said that.

“Please?” Slate asked, curling around Misty’s shoulders. Misty looked really irritated at the trio. Alex peered back at Slate, keeping up with them.

“Ugh! Fine.” Misty growled. Alex and Slate cheered quietly. As the quartet left, the rest of Misty’s workplace sighed in relief. When the group got to Misty’s convertible, the police that had talked to them earlier heard Misty calling the dragon Slate, which he recognized as a Saint of Hell.

“Hey you!”

“Get in the car!” yelled Misty.

“After her!” replied the policeman.

Misty threw Slate and Veronica into the vehicle. Alex claimed shotgun and Misty started the car. When the police got in their cruiser the group had already got on the road.

“My sister is going to kill me!” yelled Misty, as the car speed away. Slate changed back to their human-ish form.

“Nice ride.” Slate commented nonchalantly. Veronica leaned her head outside the window, apparently very nauseous.

“Misty, are you really a customs officer? I’m not trying to be rude for once, but you don’t hold yourself like one, if that makes any sense.” Slate questioned quietly.

“Wow I can’t believe you noticed!” replied Misty sarcastically, “No. I am, in fact, a coroner. I believe Veronica has told you about my help in her cases…” Misty continued, more seriously this time. Slate nodded her head slowly.

“Veronica and I really don’t get along that well, but yes. She did talk about you a bit, especially along with Trenton, even though she didn’t really like her subordinate either. But back to you; who’s your sister?”

“Oh, my sister’s name is Brook Waters, she’s an expert archer, and she also enjoys hunting, surprisingly.” explained Misty. “Oh yeah she’s also two years older than me.”

“Oh, is she nice?” Slate asked. “Very, she’s the best sister ever.” Responded Misty. As Slate and Misty finished talking, they approached Misty’s quaint suburban home. “Welcome to my cave.” Said Misty in a very bad Northern accent.

“Ah ah ah…” Slate started, clicking their tongue. “Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly..” They finished, bowing and letting their familiar thick accent flow off their tongue again.

“Wow. Just wow.” Misty deadpanned. “Oh yeah,” She piped up. “My sister is a bit overprotective, but she’s awesome when you get to know her.” As soon as the quartet walked into the house, Slate was tackled by a girl with dark green hair. Slate’s head hit the floor as they muttered a small ‘oof!’. Veronica laughed hysterically. It seemed her motion sickness was cured. Alex gave Veronica a DiNozzo. Misty pried the mystery woman off of Slate.

“Brook, seriously?” Yelled Misty. “Get off of Slate.” “Of all people, you.” Brook sassed.

“It’d be nice; my wings are already torn. I don’t need anymore help.” Slate mentioned quietly so Brook couldn’t hear and slowly got up. The young lady, in addition to her hair, had a light green colored shirt on with a skull and a crossbones necklace; the jolly roger, if you will. Her left eye was black and her right eye was blind. This was Misty’s older sister, Miss Brook Forrestt Waters. She had a quiver filled with arrows all the way around the rim and they were grouped in colours for some unknown reason. A simple traditional wooden bow was slung over her opposite shoulder and her black jeans stayed ripped.

“Veronica, Alex, Slate, meet my sister Brook. Brook, these people are my friends from around town.” Misty explained.

“I know that one from work,” Brook stated, pointing at Slate. “And that one.” She continued, pointing at Veronica. “Not the other, though. But these….creatures, are your friends?” She asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. The quartet’s eyes twitched and Misty snorted like a bull.

“Don’t ever call these people creatures.” Misty growled at her sister before stalking off.

“Misty, we’re…. Used to it…” Alex tried to reason with her. Brook stood there in silence, not knowing what made her sister tick so much, not knowing of the blood coursing through her sister’s veins.

“Okay then…” Brook trailed off. They all walked inside and got settled down in the living room, where a crime scene was broadcast on the television.

“We have just received news about yet another murder in the area! The lady to my right is Faith. We were not given her last name, but as you can tell, her death you pretty gruesome.” The reporter said, motioning to the mangled body next to her. The body had its eyes, trachea, heart and vocal cords removed brutally. There were also several stab wounds all over the body. Alex glared at Slate. Slate sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Veronica sat slack jawed at the sight before her. All of a sudden, police sirens were heard. However they were not on the television. They were blaring through the windows. An officer had knocked on the door demanding Slate, Alex, and Veronica to surrender. They then added one more person to that list of names. Misty. Knowing what to do, Brook shoved the four into the basement.

“Motherfucker!” Slate yelled.

“Let me handle them!” Veronica shouted, pounding on the door. “I’m a cop!”

“Put a sock in it!” Misty demanded. “She’s trying to help us.” She walked down the basement stairs and turned on the lights. The basement was more like an underground home than anything.

“Misty, what’s this?”

“A hiding place, and it’s Mist.” Mist replied. Slate’s face turned from one of curiosity to confused familiarity. They heard loud voices when the door opened with a bang. In stepped a round policeman with a large mustache. Laying behind him was Brook, passed out on the floor. Seeing this as an opportunity, Mist turned into a cloud of black smoke. When the smoke dissipated, Mist had large black and red wings along with longer hair. Terrified, the officer attacked. That was a stupid move on his part. Next thing you know, he’s on the ground thinking Mist is going to kill him. She didn’t. She only taught him a lesson. “Run. Run and never come back. Or you will die here.” Mist growled, her eyes slightly glowing. The officer ran for his life. Slate furrowed her brows together.

“What? Are you?” Alex asked.

“A shapeshifter.” Mist answered simply.

“Why didn’t you use your books?”

“Left them upstairs.” Mist admitted with a shrug. The five went and tended to Brook. When Brook started to stir, Mist bolted for the bathroom. When she came back out, she was normal. Or at least, as normal as she looked. “Let me tell her what happened.” “Go right on ahead.” Slate said, sidestepping. Mist explained everything to Brook once she was conscious enough to understand. Everything except for the fact that she was a shapeshifter. After about two hours after that scare, Mist brought up something.

“Brook, I want to join the Saints of Hell.” Brook stayed silent for a minute.

“What? Don’t you know what they do to people?” Brook asked.

“Yeah, they do all of it in self defense. Brook, they are literally history. The only reason why they’re getting a bad rap is because people are trying to kill them! They’ve lived for so long, people are getting jealous of them! The fact that these people can be assets to everyday life, and they’re the country’s most wanted. So yeah, if I’m gonna do something with my life, I’m gonna surround myself with living history!” Misty shot back.

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