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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year

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hiiii! I don’t know if you do song requests, if not ignore this <3 but if so, what if cardigan by taylor swift but it’s the reader and sebastian’s relationship! like they’re together having fun, but then anne gets worse and he falls deeper into the dark magic. the reader sees this and sides with ominis, so sebastian ignores the reader and essentially ends the relationship. maybe he comes back to them asking for forgiveness, maybe not idk up to, my dear! thank youuu!

"You drew stars around my scars" and now I'm sobbing.

Cardigan (S.S)

Hey Hey so this request seemed like the perfect match with "Here with Me" and I used that as the base of this fic, and made it a part 2! I hope you're okay with that! A rundown, reader and Sebastian are childhood bestfriends who eventually confess to each other, and the story continues here! And yes, this song makes me cry a bit it's so good. Anyway this is obviously another Hurt/Comfort fic, and there are mentions of blood and a near death for the dramatic flair. Anyway, I'm off to write another fic, I'll see you soon!

A few months after confessing to each other, and the lost hope that Reprifors would be the key to helping Anne, you and Sebastian were still searching for a cure, together now. You went through every charm and spell in the books available to you, and the weekends you used to share for bonding and hanging out had begun to turn into more research sessions, and you noticed how Sebastian had become more absorbed into helping Anne, and it felt like you were going back in time to when he would avoid you. But he wasn’t avoiding you to get away from you, he promised that he wouldn’t hide away from you. But Anne was only getting worse, and you were back to square one.

You sat with Ominis, going over the lessons you shared that day, when you brought up your concerns. Ominis had noticed that Sebastian was missing a lot, and that he wasn’t just avoiding you. You furrowed your brow as you turned the page, lost in thought as to what Sebastian was doing. Sebastian, on the other hand, was sneaking around the restricted section of the library, searching for a book he had seen the night before. He evaded the wandering ghosts and the librarian, reaching for the bookshelf. He breathed out a small breath, the book grasped in his hands. Quickly, he made his way out of the library, and headed to an abandoned room, closing the door quietly behind him. Opening the book, his eyes grew dark, tracing the words on the pages and muttering to himself, the pages seemingly oozing with dark magic.

Sebastian didn’t join you and Ominis for supper, which caused you to worry. You excused yourself and walked the halls, searching for any sign of the brunette. You came across Poppy, who had been walking opposite you with a book about Hippogriffs in her hand. “Hey, Poppy!” You greeted, walking over to her. Poppy smiled at you, closing the book. “Hey! What are you up to?” You explained to her that you were searching for Sebastian, who didn’t show up to supper. Poppy furrowed her brow as she thought back to when she last saw him, “I’m pretty sure I watched him walk into one of the forbidden room up the hall, but I’m not sure which one.” You thanked her and began walking down the hall, checking different rooms for Sebastian. When you made it to the third door, you creaked it open slowly, the sound of someone muttering on the other side making you cautious. You opened it wide enough to pass through and closed it quietly. Sebastian sat in the center of the room, book in one hand and wand in the other, talking to himself. You took a step forward, trying to figure out what it was you were looking at. The cover of the book looked like the ones from the restricted section of the library, and you could see a green haze faintly wrapped around the book and up Sebastian’s arm. Your eyes widened as you realized what the book was about, and quickly made your way to the center of the room with Sebastian.

“Sebastian, what on Earth are you doing?” You questioned, standing in front of him, horror painting your face. Sebastian broke from his trance, slightly confused as he looked up at you. “What are you doing here?” He asked, closing the book, and standing up, fixing his robes. You looked at him in disbelief, “What am I doing here? What are you doing?” You asked, trying to be calm. Sebastian looked down at the book and back up at you, still puzzled. “I might have found a way to actually help Anne. It’s our last hope!” He defended himself, slightly angry that you would even question his methods. You raised both eyebrows and frowned, “Our last hope? Sebastian, that’s Dark Magic!” Sebastian shook his head as he headed for the door, “Be quiet, no one was supposed to know. Now, come on, we have to go.” You stood there, shocked at his blatant disregard for the way he was going about things, staring at the back of his head. Sebastian stood at the door, waiting to hear you walk up behind him. “Let’s go.”

You spoke to Ominis about what you had witnessed, and Ominis’ face fell in concern and worry. “This isn’t good, does he know what could happen if he’s caught?” You shook your head, dropping into an empty chair in front of the fire. “What do we do?” You asked, rubbing your temples. Ominis thought hard, trying to find the best way to go about getting Sebastian to stop. “Bring him here, we need to talk to him.” You did just that, making your way to Sebastian, who just walked into the common room. “Sebastian,” You started. “We need to talk.”

“Sebastian, you know the dangers of Dark Magic! You could be expelled!” Ominis said, moving a chair to sit in front of Sebastian, who only scoffed in response. “You could go to Azkaban!” You chimed in, pleading with Sebastian to listen. He raised an eyebrow, glaring at the two of you. “It’s the only way. Nothing else works. You understand that, yeah?” Ominis shook his head, standing up and pacing. “I can’t stand by you in this situation. It’s wrong and dangerous.” Sebastian stared at you now, waiting for your response. You couldn’t speak, unsure what to say. Sebastian took your silence as an answer, and stood up, walking out of the commons. “I have to stop him, who knows what he’ll do.” You said, getting up from your seat and chasing after him.

You followed him to the lake and walked onto the dock. “Sebastian, you have to understand. We-“ “it’s like I don’t even know you! You were always ready to help Anne, but now you won’t?” He interrupted you, eyes dark as he paced around. You furrowed your brows, “I do! But this just isn’t the way to go!” Sebastian glared daggers at you, and you realized that what you said just placed you on Ominis’ side. “Do you even care anymore?” He shouted, gesturing around. You nodded, “I do care! But it’s wrong! Do you know what those kinds of spells could do to someone?” Sebastian scoffed, “Of course I do! I’ve been reading through them for weeks now!” You felt tears prick at your eyes, trying to fight them back, you continued. “I only want what’s best for you, Sebastian.” You said, quietly. Sebastian had his back to you, staring into the depths of the lake. He looked over his shoulder at you, before moving to leave. You tried to follow him, stopping in your tracks as you heard him mutter, “Maybe the best thing for me is for you to leave.”

You froze, watching Sebastian as he walked away, not turning back. You couldn’t stop the tears falling from your eyes as his words played in your head. You had just lost the person you cared for the most; you felt your body shake with sobs as you slowly dropped to the ground. Maybe you were wrong. Perhaps it was the only way to save Anne. But it was still wrong, right? You sat there for a long time, looking into the lakes as your tears dropped and made ripples on its surface. After all you went through, from meeting as kids to Anne being cursed, from finally expressing your feelings and still working on a way to help her, it was all over. The sky grew dark as time passed, your eyes stung from the cold that the night brought, and your cheeks were stained. Ominis had left the commons after an hour or so, noticing that only Sebastian had come back. He found you, arms wrapped around your legs as you sat at the edge of the dock, and sat next to you. You sobbed harder this time, trying to tell Ominis what had happened. He tried his best to comfort you, promising that the two of you would find a way to bring him back. He knew just how much you were going through, having been there the whole time you were battling those original feelings. After a while, the two of you walked back to the castle and back to your house, and you trudged up to your dorm.

Weeks had passed, and Sebastian didn’t even utter a word to you. You began to feel like you were the bad guy, the one who was in the wrong. You beat yourself up over it, silently. You refused to do anything that wasn’t on your schedule, and only ate a little before returning to your dorm to read through your schoolbooks. Ominis had begun to worry about you, seeing how you were becoming like a ghost in the castle. You didn’t participate in class anymore, sitting alone and quietly doing your work, distancing yourself away from everyone. You opened your charms book, flipping through the pages to reach the healing spells, taking out a quill to continue your study. You needed to find a way to help Anne, one that didn’t include dark magic, and had hoped that you could tweak the spells to have more of an impact. You told yourself that everything you were doing was best for everyone, and began to believe that you were the cause of all of this.

That night when you woke up in the middle of the night, going downstairs to get a drink, the noises you heard. That was Mr. Sallow’s house being raided, and Anne being cursed. If you had done something then, instead of heading back to bed, Anne wouldn’t be in agony all the time. Maybe, instead, you would be the one cursed, and Sebastian would have his sister back. That mentality broke you even more, and you began to not care what you did as long as it got you closer to a safer cure, even if that meant spending the hours you should have been sleeping to study, skipping meals to grab a new book to look through, even not paying attention in most of your classes just to work on your own formula.

Ominis began to scold Sebastian, telling him that what he was doing was wrong, and how he was incredibly rude to you. Sebastian would only brush him off, muttering “It’s for Anne.” Ominis’ concern for you had begun to increase when he watched you in potions, barely grabbing the right ingredient for you potion and placing it into the cauldron. Some days, you wouldn’t even show up to the dining hall, and he had to sneak food out for you and try to get you to eat. He mentioned this to Sebastian, who stayed quiet about the matter. He kept looking into Dark Magic to find a way to help his sister, but he was met with one dead-end after the other. He began to believe that, maybe, the Dark Arts would not help him. But if that wasn’t the way to go, then what was?

Sebastian walked into the greenhouse, taking his seat next to Ominis. He looked around, noticing that you hadn’t shown up yet, and frowned. His gut was telling him that it was his fault that you had secluded yourself from everyone. It wasn’t his gut that old him that, of course, Ominis had made that fairly clear to Sebastian after the first week, but he was too absorbed in the Dark Arts to really care. But now, after he still hadn’t found what he was looking for, he slowly stopped looking at the books, and had put all but one back. It was as if a fog had been living in his mind, as he started to recognize faces and voices again.

Later that day, while Sebastian was walking down the dirt path to the creature pen, he was discussing with Ominis how he felt after the whole ordeal, breathing in the fresh air, and enjoying the breeze. Ominis shook his head, “We tried to tell you, Sebastian. It does things to people.” Sebastian looked down and furrowed his brows, while Ominis continued. “They were right, you know.” Sebastian looked up, confused. “They told you that it was dangerous. What would have happened if you were put away?” Sebastian thought hard about the question, Anne’s face appearing. “I wouldn’t be able to see Anne ever again.” He whispered. Ominis nodded, stepping over a rock. “Exactly, we only wanted you to be safe, and still able to see your sister. It was never about anything else.”

The two had made it to the pen, looking for the professor. Poppy’s small figure ran past them and to one of the gates, yelling at a group of students that had gathered around it. Sebastian couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, and moved closer. Poppy’s voice was stressed as she told the boys to leave the creatures alone; they were poking their wands in and prodding the small creatures in the head, aggravating them. “Stop it!” Poppy yelled, grabbing the sleeve of one of the boys. Another figure rushed by Sebastian, and he recognized it, you. You walked up behind Poppy, glaring at the boys. “You heard her, leave them alone.” You said, your face void of any emotion but anger and annoyance. The leader of the group scoffed, shoving his wand into the pen again. He looked up at you, grinning. “What are you going to do about it, hm?” You narrowed your gaze as you grabbed Poppy, moving her away from the pen and the boy and placed her behind you. In the corner of your eye, you saw the small creature grab hold of the wand with its sharp, needle like claws, and began to climb up it. The boy didn’t notice and pulled his wand back up and tried to point it at you. He was met with the angry chittering of the creature on the tip of his wand, ready to pounce on his face. Panicking, he threw his wand at you, and you tried to grab the little fellow before he hit the ground. Frightened and angry, not knowing that you didn’t mean it any harm, it lashed out and scratched at your neck and hands, leaving a bunch of thin, deep cuts all over. You hissed in pain but kept your composure as you held the creature gently, leaning over the pen to place it back on the ground to be with his group. You picked up the wand and handed it back to the boy, who stared in horror and guilt and blood started to soak your collar and sleeves. “Don’t do it again.” You said, glaring into his eyes. He nodded and ran off with his friends.

You heard Poppy gasp and move to stand in front of you, eyes wide as she saw all the cuts you had received. “You’re bleeding!” She shouted, snapping Sebastian out of his trance and rushing over with Ominis. The professor was already rushing over, walking over only to see the boy throw the creature at you. You shrugged in response, twitching slightly at the pain. “You need to go to the infirmary now! Those cuts on your neck look deep, you could bleed out.” The professor said, looking at the wounds to see just how bad they were. You nodded slightly, wincing as you began to walk up the hill again. The professor looked worried and looked over at Sebastian and Ominis. “I’m afraid they wont make it to the infirmary alone, can one of you go with them?” They asked, and Sebastian quickly nodded and raced after you.

“Wait! Let me help you.” Sebastian shouted as he hurried to your side. You shrugged him off and tried to walk faster, staggering a bit. You pressed a hand to your neck, noticing that it hadn’t stopped bleeding, nor did the cuts on your arms. Sebastian kept following you, desperate to get you to the infirmary as soon as possible. “I don’t need any help.” You said, narrowing your gaze at the castle, which began to get blurry. “But you do need help! You’re bleeding out!” Sebastian tried to reason, becoming frustrated at your stubbornness. Was he like this too, when you tried to talk him out of using the Dark Arts? “I can help myself. Now go away.” You kept walking, blinking away at the blur that had begun to take over your vision. Sebastian ran ahead of you, unsure what to do. He couldn’t stop you; you would bleed out as he tried to explain himself, but if you kept refusing his help, who knows how far you’d get before dropping to the ground. “Look, I’m sorry, for everything.” He started, trying to grab your arm and drag you to the door. You kept your gaze narrowed, not responding. “You were right, I shouldn’t have looked into the books! I thought it was the only way to help Anne, but it wasn’t. I realized that you were looking out for me, and Ominis and Anne. I didn’t care what happened if I got caught, I wasn’t thinking. But you were!” He pleaded with you as he continued to pull you to the doors, your foot dragging behind you and your breathing becoming ragged. He had no choice but to pick you up, whether you wanted his help or not. Lifting you up, he began to quickly walk to the door. “I’m so sorry. You were right about the magic changing people, I have no idea what I was thinking. It was selfish of me to do something like that, and even more selfish of me to say those things to you.” He pushed his shoulder into the door, walking through and down the hall. “I never meant to hurt you, I swear. It was dumb of me to think that you didn’t want to help Anne, I’m sorry.” Tears swelled in his eyes as he hurried down another hall, the infirmary near the end. “I swear, I will make it up to you. I will never let you down again.”

He slammed open the door and shouted into the room for help. A nurse was by his side immediately, guiding him to a bed to put you in. She checked you over quickly, noting that you were still conscious, barely. Sebastian watched anxiously as she ran to grab bandages and ointments, placing them on a tray and grabbing her wand. She used a simple spell to stop the bleeding, but couldn’t close up your wounds. She grabbed the ointment and a cotton pad, dabbing the substances onto your cuts. You hissed in pain, the evident alcohol mixed in the solution burning like hot lava. She asked Sebastian to hold your arm still so she could do the same there, and he grabbed your forearm in one and hand in the other, holding your sleeve up and squeezing your hand. Once again you hissed in pain, watching as the magical ointment bubbled and snuck into the open cuts. Afterwards, she wrapped you up, giving you a final check and handing you some of the ointment and bandages for when you needed them. You thanked her and walked out with Sebastian.

“You’re going to need help dressing those wounds.” Sebastian said matter-of-factly. A small smile tugged at your lips as you scoffed. “I suppose they are. Guess I’ll ask Ominis to help me out.” “Oh, come on!” You turned to Sebastian, seriousness now taking over your smile. “Did you mean what you said?” Sebastian looked down, remembering how you had been conscious the whole time he was rambling. “Yes. Of course.” You nodded, grabbing his sleeve and walking off to the common room. “You’ll have to redeem yourself; you know.” Sebastian nodded and smiled as he walked with you.

With the help of Ominis, you helped Sebastian get over what hold the Dark Arts had on him, and he returned to being himself, the same one you had loved for lord knows how long. You showed him the theories you had come up with and how you wanted to try to tweak the spells to make them stronger, and Sebastian began to find hope again. Two weeks later, he brought you back to the lake where he left you, the bright sun shining down on the two of them. “I hope you can forgive me, for everything.” He said, looking out at the water. You hummed in response, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I love you too.” “I didn’t even get to say it!” “I knew what you meant.”

#sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow angst #hurt/comfort #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts au #i love Cardigan #harry potter imagine #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting

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wolken-himmel · 2 years

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In which Ruggie saves (Y/n) from trouble with a few aggressive students by distracting them with his unique magic.

What does (Y/n) owe him now?

Request by anon.

"Hey, you can't just take food off my plate, raccoon!"

An annoyed frown grew on your face upon realising that the cat monster beside you was missing, and there was only one student that students would call raccoon. The commotion in the cafeteria was growing louder, forcing you to drop your spoon into your soup and turn around to see what was going on.

Much to your horror, Grim stood on the table, yes on the table, of a group of Savanaclaw students. Even worse, he seemed to hold a steak in his hands; he was the reason for the chaos, and it made you shrink into your seat in frustration.

"I'm not a raccoon!" Grim exclaimed and cackled loudly. "And I can do whatever I want!"

When the shouting became unbearably loud, you saw yourself forced to get up and intervene before someone landed in the infirmary. Your stride was heavy, and your hands were clenched into fists when you arrived at the table in question.

"Grim— what did you do again..."

The Savanaclaw student that fell victim to your friend's crime let out a low grumble, then turned his attention to you. The glare he shot you made you wince in fear. "Your little pet stole the tuna right off my plate without even trying to hide it. And now, he doesn't even want to give it back!" the victim yelled with his chest rising and falling visibly.

As you were about to turn to Grim to demand he return his stolen goods, he merely jumped off the table and zipped away. "Catch me if you can!" was the last thing he shouted before he disappeared through the exit door of the cafeteria.

Your heart dropped when you were forced to turn your attention to the angry Savanaclaw student and his friends again, now left to clean up the cat's mess all by yourself.

A tired sigh escaped your lips, and you shot them an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry... Grim hasn't been himself lately."

"That ain't a good apology!" the victim yelled and rose to his feet to tower over you. "I need my protein... so give me your food, prefect."

His request drew an immediate snort from you, and your whole attitude seemed to have changed upon being made responsible for this mess. You crossed your arms and shook your head vigorously, exclaiming, "No! I need my food, too. It's not my fault that Grim took off with your tuna—"

"I want my tuna," he interrupted you lowly, "one way or another."

"I'm not gonna give my food away!" you cried out desperately, especially when his friends rose from their seats as well and began approaching you condescendingly. You were left no other option than to slowly back away, knowing that you were too slow to outrun them and too weak to fight them.

You had lost.

Yet, as you had your eyes squinted close and your arms raised defensively, prepared for being struck or at least grabbed, nothing came.

"Hey, what was that for?" the theft-victim cried out.

The lack of pain led you to open your eyes in confusion. Your frightened gaze snapped to the scene in front of you, where the group of Savanaclaw students had stopped in their tracks. For a moment, all of them seemed to have forgotten your existence, too busy discussing an issue amongst themselves.

"Why did you punch me?" one of them repeated angrily.

The accused simply raised his hands into the air innocently. "I-I don't know! My muscles just spasmed—"

"What a bad excuse, idiot."

"Let's not fight amongst each other!" a third exclaimed and pushed them away from each other. "Over there is the enemy — the prefect."

Yet, his friends wouldn't listen, and instead began throwing punches and kicks left and right. The two agitators involved their third friend, and soon, the three were brawling on the ground, fighting for dominance.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson, idiot !"

At first, you stood in your place, frozen, unable to believe the miracle that you would make it out in one piece today. And really, they were so busy punching and biting that they had all forgotten about you and the original issue. This was your chance to slip away unnoticed, and of course you took it without batting an eyelash.

When you had turned around to sneak away from the scene, nobody noticed due to the crowd of spectators that had formed around the three students. You had become one with the masses, especially once you had left the cafeteria. With most of the students inside to witness the brawl, you seemed to be alone outside, much to your luck. The quietness allowed you to take a deep breath and calm your shaky nerves.

"Well, you shouldn't provoke other students, dearie. Especially not Savanaclaw guys."

You would have screamed if it weren't for your own hand that clasped itself over your open mouth. The person who had snuck up on you had done such a good job that you only noticed them after a few seconds of frantically looking around.

A sigh of utter relief escaped your lips when you recognised the student. "Oh Ruggie... it's just you." Your tense muscles relaxed upon hearing his signature snickering, and a smile grew on your lips, too. "That was dire back there..." you muttered under your breath and wiped the sweat off your forehead.

Ruggie nodded along vigorously. "And it would have been even worse without me."

Although you were confused at first, especially since he wouldn't elaborate further, you soon were able to decipher the mischievous gleam in his eyes. The hyena beastman began laughing when you crossed your arms and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "So that 'muscle spasm' was your doing—" you whispered quietly in amazement. He confirmed your theory with a nod, causing you to exhale in gratitude. "You know what, I really owe you."

"Yes, you do." The grin on his lips grew. "Big time, now."

"Fine, how about a donut every day?"

"You're generous, (Y/n)," Ruggie drawled and traipsied around on his toes. "But that's not enough."

The greedy tone in his voice earned him a roll of your eyes. "What do you want more?" you grumbled under your breath, waving him off. "Two donuts a day will give you diabetes..."

"One donut," he began smoothly, "and half an hour of your time a day."

You opened your mouth, about to reject his conditions — but then your mind had comprehended the request completely, and you were left surprised at its simplicity. "...That's it?" you asked while suspiciously looking him up and down.

Your reaction made him laugh uncontrollably. "Yes, really!" He even slapped his thigh, that's how funny he found the flabbergasted expression on your face. But, his laughter soon ceased to be when he noticed more and more students streaming out of the cafeteria again. With a cough into his fist, he traipsied away again. "I gotta go though, now. Leona wants his steak— so, toodles!"

You were left behind, still confused. But, as the confusion subsided, a smile blossomed on your face. "A-Alright? Thanks again, I guess," you yelled after him and waved.

Ruggie, with his hands behind his head, simply strutted away proudly. "I aim to please, shishishi."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x you #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #twst ruggie #twst ruggie bucchi x reader #twst ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland ruggie #gender neutral reader

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melanieph321 · 1 month

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Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 8/15

What a perfect day to release a chapter hahaha. 🤣 It's derby day between Man City and Liverpool and with the beef going on between Trent and the team my story becomes more and more unrealistic, or what do you think? 🤔

Could Trent ever make peace with somone like Ruben? Let alone allow Ruben to date his sister?

Part 9 and 10 are already out on my Patreon!

Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

"These are actually pretty good."

"Really?" You perked up where you sat on the sofa in Ruben's hotel room. He was sitting next to you.

"Yes and the press seems to love the outfit you choose for Ruben, look."

Miranda turned her Ipad around, showing you the published images of Ruben, wearing the outfit you had picked out for him.

"I'll admit that I had my doubts at first, but the reviews have all been great. Good job Y/N."

"Um, thank you Miranda." A complement from her felt like a lifetime achievement.

"I'm gonna call the photographer that took these and see if he can send me the negatives. We might be able to use them on Instagram to summarize the weekend. Miranda left the room to make the call, leaving you alone with Ruben, who had barely acknowledged you this morning.

"I better pack my bags." You said, rising from the sofa. Ruben however, refused to move his legs out of the way to let you pass.

"Excuse me?" You groaned. It wasn't funny, neither of you were laughing. "Ruben?"

His legs wouldn't budge, and you were getting agitated. "What the he'll are you doing, move your..."

Ruben drew back his legs just as you were about to swing at them with your own. This caused you to stumble forwards, almost tripping yourself.

"What was that for?" You frowned.

Ruben's expression was emotionless as he stood, and for the first time the height difference between you was intimidating.

"I...I just wanted to go to my room and pack my bags." You stuttered.

Ruben exhaled. "We need to talk first."

"Talk about what exactly?" You crossed your arms.

"The way you left me last night, it was unprofessional." He said.

"Ruben, I told you that I came down with something." Which was a lie, but it was the best one you could come up with on such short notice.

"And what exactly was it that you came down with?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you seemed fine when you left my side at the party. What made you suddenly wanna run off Y/N?"

"Ruben, for the third time, I wasn't running, I just needed to get back to the hotel and lie down."

"So that's where you did it?"

"Did what?" You frowned, his tone spiteful to you.

Ruben shifted in his stance, crossing one arm over the other. "Y/N, I expect you to take your job seriously. For you to then run off with some guy...."

"I didn't run off with some guy."

"Don't lie to me Y/N, John saw you!"

The echoes of his words bounced off the walls. The room fell silent.

Ruben's eyes searched your face, he was angry and wanted answers, rightfully so. "Who is he Y/N, an old flame from your university days?"

"Ruben."

"No." He shook his head. "Don't tell me. It's none of my business." He walked over to the windows, running a hand through his hair.

"Ruben, it's not what it looks like. That guy, he is my...."

"Just know if you ever pull something like that on me again...." He said, slowly turning to you. "I won't be giving you any second chances, understood? Do your job from now on or the next time you're fired."

"There. The photographer gave me the thumbs up. He'll be sending me the...." Miranda stumbled into the room but paused at the sight of you and Ruben. "Everything alright?"

You were staring blankly at each other, something heavy forming in the base of your throat. Your voice shook when you spoke. "I have to pack my bags." You said and ran off into your room, gasping for air once you stood behind closed doors. You were gasping for air from the unstoppable flood of tears.

You were considering your life choices on the journey back to London. What if you just moved aboard and started a new life in some foreign country? No one would know you and you wouldn't have to lie about who you were. You'd be nothing and therefore be someone.

"Y/N! You're back early."

You stepped into Grandma's shop carrying your suitcases. You had forgotten your keys to her apartment but was glad to be welcomed by Jennifer at the front desk. However, her initial joy of seeing you quickly faded. "Oh my god, you're soaking wet. Is it pouring outside?"

"Just a drizzle." You murmured, as she rounded her desk to help usher you inside. "Is my grandma here? I forgot my keys."

"She's in her office, sorting out a golden suit. You won't guess who it's for." She giggled.

"Trent."

Her smile withered. "How did you know?"

You removed your soaked coat. Your shirt beneath had also been ruined.

"Oh my god, tell me about your weekend." She gasped. "London Fashion Week, was it as exciting as they make it to be? And your boss, was she happy with your work?"

"He." You corrected.

"What?"

"My boss is a he, and no he wasn't happy with my work."

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Y/N. Is he high maintenance when it comes to fashion?"

"No, he's just a fucking dickhead."

"Language."

Grandma walked into the room, pinching a dozen sewing needles between her teeth.

"But he is a dickhead Grandma. And I don't care anymore, I'm not going back to work for him."

Grandma spat out the needles in her mouth, all the pins dropping soundless to the floor. "Well you're not coming back to work for me!"

"But where else am I supposed to go?"

"Home. To your mother, and tell her she's failed to raise her children."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"I'm serious Y/N, you're not staying with me. I'm getting tired of your tardiness, not to mention that furball you've got running around my apartment."

"What does Whiskey Jr, have to do with any of this?"

"He stinks, just like your attitude towards authority."

"I don't have an attitude towards authority. "

The bell above the front door rang in the distance. "Guys?"

"No, tell that to your current boss. I've overheard you talking, I bet he's done with your tardiness as well."

"Hey, guys?"

"What are you talking about Grandma, you don't even know my boss and if you did you would agree that he is a fucking piece of...."

"Y/N, please!"

Your argument with grandma was interrupted by Jenny's objections. She stood by the shop entrance, greeting the customer that had stepped through the door. He was soaked with rainwater from head to toe.

"You have a new client." She said, cheeks as red as they come. You on the other hand, couldn't find the words to speak and so grandma stepped in. "Can I help you sir, we're not open for much longer."

Ruben stepped forward. "No....I mean yes. I want to speak to Y/N."

"My granddaughter?" She frowned. "And who might you be, young man?"

You shook your head as Ruben met your eyes. However he went ahead anyway. "I'm Ruben, Ruben Dias, her boss."

"Oh. My. Days!"

You saw Jenny bouncing up and down in the corner of your eye.

"There's no way." She squealed. "There is no fucking way."

"Jenny please." You groaned, begging her to spare Grandma who hadn't been as quick to put two and two together.

"Your boss is Ruben Dias? Of all people." Jenny was clearly overjoyed by the drama unfolding before her. "Y/N, you're basically working for the enemy."

"Please don't be so dramatic". You sighed.

"Does Trent know? He's got to know, right?"

"Trent?"

You looked to Ruben as the name escaped his lips. His eyebrows furrowed. "Is that who you were with in London? Is that the name of your boyfriend, Trent?"

"Ha!" Jenny snorted, slapping a hand against her mouth. "You ran into Trent in London? Oh the drama. I can't."

"For fuck sakes Jenny!"

"Y/N!" The room fell quiet as Grandma's voice rose above all. "Language."

"But grandma..."

"No buts." She said, forcing your silence. "Now." She stepped up to Ruben, examining him. "This young man. Your boss? He has come here to speak to you, let's hear what he has to say."

It was a nightmare come true. Even Ruben seemed a bit taken aback by Grandma's demeanor. However he did gather the courage to address you as if you were the only two people in the room.

"I came here to apologize." He said. "For being a dickhead to you this morning."

Jenny snorted somewhere behind you, however grandma shot her a glance that made her fall back.

"You have the right to do and see whoever you want. I was just jealous and upset that you chose to do so on the night of my friend's gallery opening. For some reason I really believed that the two of us were...."

"No way." Jenny gasped, once again interrupting you. "You're fucking him too?"

"Oh for the love of..." You grabbed Ruben's arm, pulling him aside, into Grandma's office in the back room. There the two of you were left alone, however this game was getting old, the game of Ruben hurting you then crawling back, begging you to forgive him.

"There's something you should know about me." You said, wanting to get it over with. Ready to get it over with.

"Alright." Ruben nodded. "Tell me."

It was now or never.

"That guy your friend saw me with last night wasn't my boyfriend, or an old flame from my university days."

"No, who was he then?"

Another one bites the dust, you thought. Telling the truth meant that you were going to lose Ruben, just like the truth made you lose your old friends. You sighed before you spoke. "He is my brother Ruben, my twin brother."

"Oh, okay." There were clear signs of relief coming across Ruben's face, a slight twitch in the corner of his lips.

"His name is Trent, Trent Alexander Arnold. You might recognize the name since..."

"Wait." His expression went stiff again, carved by a deep frown. "Did you say Trent Alexander Arnold? As in..."

You nodded. "Yes, THE Trent Alexander Arnold. Liverpool's right back, however you might know him better as the guy that got booked for trying to punch you out the last time Man City played Liverpool."

Ruben's snort was unexpected. "Tried to, is the right word for what he did."

It made you gasp, as well as playfully nudge his arm. "I'm being serious."

"Trust me Y/N, I'm also trying to be serious. So you're telling me you're related to Trent Alexander Arnold, your twin brother to be exact?"

"Yes. I'm the oldest, if you must know."

Ruben's bright eyes searched your face. But it was unclear to you what had suddenly lightened his mood.

"Is this the reason?" He asked."

"What reason?"

"Why don't you want to be with me? Because of who your brother is. My "rival" in the football world?"

"Well that and the fact that you are my employer which would label our relationship as highly inappropriate."

"Yes, but it's mainly because of your brother, no? You worry about what he will think of you, of us. It's why you had him take you home the other night, because you didn't want the two of us to meet, no?"

You nodded. "He doesn't know that I'm your stylist. And I don't think that I want him to. The truth would send him through the roof." You still wondered why it hadn't sent Ruben through the roof, what was his angle?

"Y/N, I don't give a fuck about who your brother is?" He said this in a way that shook your core. Ruben then stepped forward, grabbing your face between his hands, tilting your head upwards. "Can we stop pretending that what we have between us isn't real?" He chuckled. "Can you just accept the fact that I want you and you want me Y/N?"

"You want me to run into your arms?"

He frowned. "What?"

"Like the girl in the painting." You smiled. "He's waiting for her to run into his arms."

"Yes." Ruben nodded. "Exactly. Come to me, run into my arms."

You crashed into his lips instead, with Ruben initiating it by pulling your face towards his. Just like that you we're back to square one, the game between you having stepped into a second round. And the next round was guaranteed to involve less tears and more fistfights.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #ruben dias x reader #football angst #ruben dias imagine #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold #liverpool fc #liverpool football club

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more zayn and y/n moments?? i feel like they have the most adorable friendship everrr ❤️❤️❤️

love your work ❤️🔥

oh there's so many!

So you all know when the band first started, all Zayn would say is Vas Happening?! Well, YN's thing was always saying Aye Oh!

So whenever the cameras would point to them during their fetus era, he would throw an arm over her shoulder and they'd just yell their sayings super duper loudly while making a funny face.

...

During the band's third tour, the two of them would spend some time with their vocal coach in one of the smaller green rooms to go over their harmonies together.

The song they loved to perform together was Right Now because they shared the chorus.

So when they would hit those harmonies perfectly (like they always did), they would give each other a nod of approval, a smug look on their faces before giving each other a high five.

...

YN knew that while he usually presented himself with a hard exterior, she knew that he was a soft teddy bear once you got to know him. One of the activities that she would partake in with him was art. She knew she was shit at it, but she also knew that he loved it.

So during the long rides on the tour bus crossing from one city to another, sitting next to each other during an album signing/meet & greet, or stuck in their hotel rooms, she'd be there with a piece of paper and some type of writing utensil for them to draw whatever came to mind.

There was even an interview in 2014 when they were doing for their new book "Who We Are" where Zayn spent the majority of the time drawing on YN's arm. With a ball point pen, the beautiful mandalas he drew on her skin left her beaming and utterly speechless.

...

There's no denying the fact that those two were the most fashionable members of the band. With Zayn's cool, suave, bad boy style and YN's good girl aesthetic, photoshoots with them were easy and right on the money.

...

For the Night Changes music video, YN was the stand-in for basically all of the boys (except Liam who actually had his girlfriend on set). With each date, she took on the role with some seriousness, acting as if the boys were really taking her on a date.

For Zayn's part, YN actually dressed in a formal black dress to really get into character.

Needless to say, she really got a kick out of making her usually quiet band member laugh throughout the shoot. Like when Ben Winston directed him to offer her some of his spaghetti, she let out a playful sigh of relief, "Yes please. Do you see the sad fookin' excuse of a salad they gave meh?"

Or when her "ex-boyfriend" interrupted her date with Zayn, she actually played along and had an argument with him with a fake backstory she made up: "Johnathan?! What are yeh doing here? I told you to leave me alone. No, I'm over you. No. I'm sorry but I just can't listen to you rant about your Barbie doll collection any longer!"

And when the ex-boyfriend dumps the food on Zayn, as soon as the director yelled cut!, YN quickly got up from her seat and got all up in the building of a man's face (really his chest from how tall the actor was) and says with a deep voice, "the fook man!" But her facade lasted all but 2 seconds before her and everyone just burst out laughing.

...

Since the band's formation, Zayn always had and continues to have a soft spot for YN.

He still views her as a little sister and while they don't talk as much as they used to during their time in 1D, there's not a single birthday, holiday, anniversary, etc. that hasn't gone by without a text between the former band members.

#1dbandmember!yn #since 2010 series #1d!yn asks #1d!yn

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Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Show me the Way Home

This chapter contains mature content intended for 18+. This chapter is solely for entertainment purposes and does not advance the plot in any significant way. If you are under 18 or are uncomfortable with sexual content, please skip. Enjoy

Third person POV

Rooster made a quick stop by a liquor store to pick up a bottle of vodka and another of dark rum before they made it back to his small beach house. They mixed drinks with whatever Rooster had in his house, which mostly consisted of rum and coke (then Dr Pepper when the coke ran out) and dirty Shirley temples.

Rooster and Y/n danced the night away, taking turns choosing songs and in turn finding out what kind of music the other listened to. Roosters, as to be expected, mostly consisted of classic rock songs.

A couple shots and a few mixed drinks later the two were heavily intoxicated, dancing and singing around the living room. Rooster excused himself to the bathroom while Y/n picked the next song.

Mama I'm coming home by Ozzy Osborne slowly played in the background as Rooster emerged from the bathroom. He noticed Y/n opening the bottle of vodka and pulling a shot glass towards her.

Rooster walked up behind y/n and wrapped his arms around her waist, nestling his chin into the nape of her neck. Y/n giggled and rested her head against his as they swayed back and forth to the music.

Y/n brought the shot glass up from the table, only for it to be halted mid air by Rooster taking it from her. "Hey that's mine!" She protested. Rooster chuckled.

"I think we've both had enough, we can't be sick all day." Y/n was persistent in getting it back by reaching for it. Rooster held the glass up higher into the air where she was forced to be on her toes to reach.

Rooster seized the opportunity to lean forward and plant a kiss on her lips. The kiss was reciprocated by y/n as she was leaned back against the kitchen island. Rooster set the glass down on the island and moved his hands to her waist. He moved his hands up her shirt to graze her soft s/c skin for a moment before sliding down to her thighs.

Y/n helped rooster out as he lifted her up to sit on the island countertop. Her hands wrapped around his neck, one playing with the hair on the back of his head and the other one gripped on the opposite shoulder. Roosters hands settled comfortably under the hem of her shirt on her waist.

The kissing slowly intensify to a sloppy, hot, drunken make out. Rooster moved his head to the side, kissing down y/n's jawline and up behind her ear then down the neck. He used a flat tongue against her skin to French kiss her neck. Rooster traced his steps back upward to her jawline.

"Rooster." Y/n breathed out.

"Yes?" He asked, his thumb and index finger on her chin to raise her head up and plant a gentle kiss on her lips. They stared into each others eyes for a moment, savoring the view.

"Take me to bed or lose me forever."

A wide smile spread across his face. He felt his heart beat quicken in his chest at her usage of something so sentimental to him. Y/n felt her heart beat quicken that he may have been offended by her saying it.

Rooster snaked his arms around her and pulled her into him. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist and let out a few giggles.

"Show me the way home, honey."

They kissed again, bringing a newfound hot passion to it. Rooster walked them to the bedroom and down on his bed. He never missed a beat as he lowered them down onto the soft mattress without their lips losing connection. Their breathing intensified, the kissing causing a buildup of passion to rise between them.

Y/n slid her hands up roosters back and flipped his shirt off over his head. He shuffled his arms around so the useless fabric could be discarded. Y/n slowly ran her fingers up his muscular back and then trailed around his waist. Roosters body involuntarily coiled away from the tickling feeling. She traced her fingers up the muscular torso of her counterpart, feeling the way that they moved under her touch.

Roosters hands glided under the tank top that y/n was wearing and returned the action into her, leaving y/n in her bra. Rooster kissed down her neck and trailed them to her chest. Rooster reached his hands behind her back as he kissed the inner part of her breast. Rooster Unclipped the bra and slowly slipped it off of her arms.

Rooster paused for a moment to plant one last kiss on her lips before gently taking right nipple into his mouth. Y/n wrapped her left arm up and tangled her hand into his hair. She felt the familiar dull tingle spread down her body from the gentle licking and sucking sensation. Small gasps of moans escaped her body. The enchanting sound made rooster want to pleasure her more.

Roosters hand slid down her abdomen and into the band of her pants. He skillfully undid the button of her jeans with one hand. Y/n raised her hips up to help him pull the jeans off of her waist. Rooster moved from her breast down her body. He gently placed kisses on her stomach, making it a point to let his breath linger on her skin. Y/n felt toe-curling chills roll up her body.

Rooster got to her lower stomach and kissed her hip bone close to where her underwear rested. He paused to look up at y/n expectingly, as though he was waiting for permission.

Y/n could feel the tension building up as a pit in her stomach, every movement he made was agony for her. Her body craved his touch, the way he moved and breathed brought her closer to begging for it.

Y/n met roosters eyes, giving him a nod to continue before laying her head back down on the bed. Y/n felt roosters teeth graze her skin as he took her underwear between his teeth and slowly slid them down her legs. The action caused chills to run up y/n's body that made her back arch.

Rooster dropped her underwear to the ground and settled himself between her calves. He took turns kissing up her legs. He started at the calves and then slowly moved towards her inner thigh. Each of roosters hands slid slowly up the outsides of her legs. He felt the way that y/n moved and twitched under him. His plan to build the tension was working.

Rooster got closer to her sensitive area, he could feel her body opening up to him, allowing him admittance. Her legs were placed over either of his shoulders as his hands rotated from the outside to the inside. He used his large hands to grip her thighs gently and pull them apart. Y/n allowed it, completely exposing herself to him.

Rooster paused, letting a cool breath blow onto her exposed sensitive area. Y/n instinctively brought her hands to his hair. She gently pushed, encouraging him forward. He listened, but not in the way she wanted. He moved forward and flattened out his tongue. He licked her wet entrance and followed her delicate flower up to the sensitive bud. Hitting the tip caused y/n's breath to hitch in her throat and her whole body reacted to finally receiving a taste of what she craved.

Rooster smirked gently and did the same action again. This time, he rested his tongue on the throbbing bud. He used pressure against her sensitive parts to make a rolling wave with his tongue. Y/n let out a small gasp at the relief of finally receiving the stimulation. Her head was rolled back and back arched. Her hands that made home in roosters hair, pushing forward to encourage more.

Roosters grip on her thighs tightened as he picked up his pace, throwing in sideways movements by shaking his head and ensuring he was exactly where he needed to be. He started gently moaning, partly because he was enjoying what he was doing and partly to give y/n a steady vibration feeling along with the rolling of his tongue.

Y/n's moans increased as she gasped for breath from the pleasure that enveloped every thought she ever had. Her drunken state intensified the euphoric feeling. Her hands released roosters hair and moved to the sheets out of fear she would hurt him.

Rooster felt the pressure release from his head and settled back. He stopped the humming and then moved the tip of his tongue in a flicking motion. Y/n huffed out a breath of relief as she felt the familiar pit In her stomach begin to form.

"Yes.. Bradley, god yes." Bradley stayed where he was, relaxing his jaw so he wouldn't have to stop until she finished. He felt her legs begin to vibrate on either side of his head. To prevent from being crushed and getting in the way of his work, he pulled her thighs out gently.

Y/n's pleasure built up in her lower body by involuntary contortions and the shaking of her legs. She allowed her release, her head thrown back and eyes rolled back. She let out a long moan, verbally affirming her orgasm into the space.

Rooster felt her body relax and her labored breathing. He moved his work down to her entrance. To give her time to recover he licked the nectar that was the affect of his doing. While he did so, he removed his own pants from himself. His member that was restricted to the confines of his jeans was grateful to be released. He could feel the tingles in his own arousal as he took a step back.

Rooster took in the masterpiece that laid before him. He crawled back up on top of her and used his right arm to support him. His left arm went fishing for a condom in his bedside table. He looked down into her e/c eyes for a moment before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered into her skin. Y/n smiled and closed her eyes, savoring in the moment. Rooster had put on the condom and aligned himself with her. He took two fingers on either side of her entrance and slowly slid upwards, preparing her.

Their bodies pressed together as rooster buried his head into her shoulder. Y/n wrapped her arms around his back and kissed up his collar bone and to the back of his ear. She stopped at his ear, letting out a few teasing breaths. Rooster aligned the tip of his member with her and pushed gently. As quickly as it was there, he was gone. He did this a few times, feeling the way her body moved to try and stay with the connection.

Y/n was groaning in protest at his action, unable to control what her body wanted. "Beg for me, honey." Rooster encouraged in her ear as he teasingly rested his tip just outside of her entrance.

The stubbornness of y/n'a mind fought the actions of her body. Her internal battle only lasted a second before her mind succumbed to what her body wanted.

"Please, I need this."

Rooster felt his heartbeat quicken and his knees almost buckle. Those four words nearly turned him into a puddle in this extraordinary woman's arms. He slowly slid into her, both of them letting out airy moans. He stayed still for a moment, allowing them both to adjust to the newfound connection.

Rooster started out slow, pulling out and then pushing himself back in. He moaned at every re-entry to her body. "You feel so good." He breathed into her ear, sending shivers down y/n'a body. She wrapped her legs around his hips for support, gripping her nails into his back.

Rooster shivered at the scratching feeling. He picked up his speed, using his right arm to grip into the headboard. With his left he brought it to her face, his thumb grazing her lips. Y/n opened her mouth and licked up the length of his thumb, causing him to swallow hard.

Y/n then wrapped her mouth his thumb and maneuvered her tongue with it as though the piece inside of her mouth. Rooster moaned watching this unfold. The way her mouth moved on top of the subtle rolling back of her eyes in pleasure.

"You're such a good girl." He uttered before removing his thumb from her mouth and gently wrapping his hand around her neck, applying slight pressure on the outside. He was careful not to cause any obstruction of her breathing. Roosters lips crashed onto y/n's in an intense passion. The sudden increase in desperation also increased roosters thrusting.

In between the messy wet kisses they both let out moans of pleasure. Roosters arm gripping the headboard and y/n's hands leaving tiger marks along roosters back. "Fuck, Bradley."

Her moaning roosters name is what sent him over the edge. He felt his entire body give way to her words as he pushed himself deep inside of her for his release. He stay with his head over her shoulder, breathing heavily as he finished. Y/n placed kisses up his shoulder and neck while he recovered from the orgasmic high.

The two looked at each other, sex crazed eyes fading into one's that looked content, happy. Y/n smiled first, causing rooster to smile in return. He leaned down and planted a gentle kiss onto her soft lips.

Rooster dismounted, excusing himself to dispose of the condom in the bathroom trash. He cleaned himself up a little bit before stepping back into the hot, sex filled room. He turned the ceiling fan on, noticing y/n was still laying in a heap on the bed, her body hardly moving.

Rooster moved into the bed behind her so her back was pressed against him. He gently kissed her bare shoulder before leaning over to check her face. "Are you okay?"

The only thing that came from y/n's throat was a hum, followed by her giving him a thumbs up. Rooster chuckled at her actions and began to rub his hand on her arm gently. "You can clean yourself up if you want to."

Y/n's head shook ever so slightly. "Too drunk. Too tired."

Rooster chuckled again, shuffling himself into a more comfortable position. He slid his arm underneath her neck and then wrapped it up to her opposite shoulder. This allowed him to pull her close to his body. He curled his head into the back of her neck and closed his eyes. Sleep overcame the two of them almost immediately.

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idril-la-wiccan · 11 months

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Mermay 2023 - 4th Week and last three days

Day 22 - Zodiac

Well, with a prompt like this one, it was a little too easy to go with the Aquarius for Mermay. But... the thing is I have a certain attachement for this astrological sign in particular.

Day 23 - Tradition

And here is "Mahu", the dumbo octopus merfolk from day 21, once more ! I had vaguely alluded to it, but "Mahu" won't be their name, even if this is what I had planned initially. I'll explain why.

You've probably noticed that all of the merfolks I made for Out of the Abyss are strongly inspired by polynesian cultures, the most obvious ones being Hawaiian and Maori. And "Mahu" is in itself a concept of the Hawaiian culture : a third gender of which the name translates litteraly to "in the middle". Mahu people had an important role in Hawaiian society. They taught spiritual and social traditions, which included, among other things, teaching the hula.

And so, for me to have the idea of naming them "Mahu" to begin with, you've probably figured out that it's because this is what they are, traditionally speaking. But as I thought about it, I realised naming them by what they are would be like naming a cat, well, "Cat". It's a bit dumb.

Basically, I want to give them a new name. I'll certainly keep a two syllables name to at least keep things simple.

Hmm... In fact, maybe I could find them a name that has something to do with traditions ?

Day 24 - Zaddy

I made this character on the spot as I wasn't really inspired by the prompt. But I think I managed well with it nonetheless.

Day 25 - Food

No matter his form, Humphrey will always be a big glutton. (Even if, thankfully, he doesn't have the same voracity as when he used to be an actual whale.)

Day 26 - Jewel

"Shiny... For me... ?"

Day 27 - Halle Bailey

Ok, I'm not gonna speak on the matter of the Disney remakes as I believe everybody knows and that everybody roughly agrees about it.

No, here, the subject is Miss Bailey. I think no one can deny it, her voice is magnificent. And no matter the state of the movie, if she took pleasure in playing Ariel's role, then I am gald for her. And I also wish her a good continuation in her career.

Day 28 - Sailor

Alright, I might be cheating a bit with this prompt here. But the idea had been floating in my head for a while now and I finally had an excuse to put it on paper.

I don't know if I was the only one to have this idea, but I saw no one imagine the Captain Caviar ending up with a merman form as a result from being cursed by Black Pearl.

And yet, I saw many people draw him as a merman, so I'm surprised I haven't already seen this idea roam around...

Day 29 - Barbie

I loved the Barbie movies when I was a kid, especially the Fairytopia series. Here, I drew Elina, main character of this movie series, who takes on a mermaid form for a good part of the movie "Mermaidia".

Day 30 - Blue

I had mentionned this on day 21, but I'll have to reiterate it for this prompt. Leviathan is a blue whale merman.

It's in fact for this same reason he's the tallest amongst his peers : blue whales are the biggest mammals known in the world. Even Humphrey, a little humpback whale merman in comparison, is no match.

Well, perhaps that under his original form, Humphrey could have surpassed Leviathan.

Day 31 - Good night

I never would have guessed that I needed to see Dino-sour be a father figure to a half dinosaur baby cookie in my life.

Yes, the previous sentence makes no sense out of context.

I no longer play Ovenbreak ever since... well, ever since even before what happened with Yogurca (the less we talk about it, the better), but I'm still trying to follow the stories on YouTube. And honestly, I think that Pond Dino is the best thing to have happened to the "Rise of the Blue Dragon" update. I get how their design bothers some (it's rather overloaded, let's admit it), but... Just...

Baby... <3

Baby that sleeps like an otter. <3

*****

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"Good"Man

I got back home from my trip to Sarasaland. And what did I find.

A hole in my ceiling!!!

From what happened, apparently. A man named Goodman was hosting a meeting.

Though with how there is now a freaking hole in my ceiling! I'm guessing it was not a normal meeting.

And what's worse. Apparently I'M Being Sued.

There was a note saying to call Mr Goodman when I got home from my trip.

I called and he said he wanted to meet me for lunch at Big Jimmy's BBQ to discuss the matters.

[time skip]

Well that was a bust

Let me explain the Play by play of what happened.

After meeting up with Goodman at the Big Jimmy's BBQ.

I tried to convince him that breaking the floor would not be my fault since I only own the bottom half of the building.

I didn't want any compensation (I can just use one of the compensation checks I get to pay for my lodging repair IF my insurance didn't cover it) I just want to not be sued.

Goodman responded with

Goodman: Look at someone's going to pay for the damage.That stack of caviar studed filet mignon stuffed lobster infused turduckens broke the floor.

Garth: Wha-what was even the meeting?

Goodman: If you must know. I was closing a deal on buying a 3rd yacht club.

Garth: THIRD!!!

Goodman: Yes. Did I not make myself clear?

Garth: Yeah. But still. I don't want to insinuate it's your fault bu...

Goodman: I am not coming out of this with less money.

He said this in a cold hard voice that shook me to my core.

Goodman: Now if you excuse me I meant for a moment.

He went and left for the bathroom.

When he came back he apparently had ownership of the restaurant.

Apparently there was a little bit of a spill with some drinks.

Right before they were able to bring a wet floor sign.

Goodman slipped on it and threatened to sue.

I'm going to be honest. I think he intentionally slipped on the spill.

We needed to finish the conversation.

So after we finished eating. He told me to come with him to Thirtyacre in order to collect rent.

It was the Swatter Residence

I decided to stay back for a moment as my shoe was untied.

When I went in to see what was happening.

Goodman was shouting that if Marvin did not have his rent by tomorrow...

Goodman:...I WILL HOT GLUE YOUR BUTT TO A HOT AIR BALLOON THAT SAYS" MARVIN IS A FLYING ARSE WHO CANT AFFORD HIS HOUSE PAYMENT" AND FLY IT FROM CASTLE TOWN AND ALL THE WAY AROUND THE CONTINENT OF THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM.

Marvin [groveling]: Oh. Okay Goodman. [Silently Cries].

Garth: [Softly/in shock] What the Underwhere?

Goodman: I better have my house payment by tomorrow. Or you'll be seen by everyone in the Kingdom from the bottom of a hot air balloon's basket! Now I have to get going.

Back in the car. I tried to talk to Goodman about the cruel and unusual punishment for the Swatters patriarch. Bring up both how it was undeserving and the money used for the punishment were probably be greater than the amount Marvin would probably pay him.

Apparently.

It was an empty threat.

He doesn't actually plan on doing that.

He intentionally gives Marvin such debts due to the reaction and fear.

It's like a joke to him.

He ended up driving me to his bank.

A tall building in Volcana. Near the bridge from the Mushroom Kingdom to Da'rkLand.

Before we entered the building. A homeless man asked us for change.

I give him about a dozen coins and a directory to a homeless shelter.

In contrast

Goodman yelled "EW. POOR!!!"

And then he actually proceeded to kick him over and pick up the coins I gave him.

We entered the elevator.

He began yammering on his cell phone.

Something about a suit made from an elephant butt.

At that point I had enough.

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"MR GOODMAN"

I took a big step and pointed at him

From what I've seen today. You are an awful person!

You enjoy taking things unfairly and humiliating people!

You're unwilling to admit your own faults!

You're sadistic, money hungry and cruel!

Frankly I don't know how you got so rich!

I... I... I...

I can't wait for your redemption!

I can't wait for you to realize how bad of a person you are!

I want you to try and make up for your faults!

I want you to admit to Marvin that all your threats are empty threats you're going to be more lenient with your payment collection!

I can't wait for you to give back any ill gotten properties and such!

I hope you put so much good into the world that it negates all the bad that you ever did and ever will do!

I can't even call you Goodman anymore because that's a lie! You're just an awful person!

But I will say this!

I can't wait for your redemption!

...

When I finish explain to him why he is not a good person. I ended up noticing that he was sort of in a... Daze. I think that's what you would call it.

I couldn't really talk to him anymore since he was non-verbally communicating and and probably in shock.

I ended up just going home after writing him a note saying that I'll try and work something out with the funds.

I ended up going home and trying to patch up the hole my self.

It went about as poor as you would expect.

I realized it was a lost cause and decided just to go to bed.

In the morning I had a surprise though.

I heard a knocking on the door and saw a construction team with a messenger beside them.

Apparently Goodman had paid for house repairs in addition to dropping the charges.

Apparently the messenger actually had some other messages to deliver, something about Big Jimmy's BBQ Being turned back to him and Marvin's house payment being delayed.

I think Goodman's actually making up for his mistakes and trying to better himself.

Maybe some of what I said sticked.

Garth Jacobs signing off.

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