write like there's no tomorrow...

Laziness has taken upon me as a slave. I say what I say yet I don't act upon it. So many promises that I have broken yet I still hope to fulfil them

[eprhyra0cloud]

Welcome Back,

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That took a while, huh-? Hope they don't come back for some time. You can relax here for the time being.

What about me-? I'm fine hiding here from whatever is out there. The name's Eprhyra but you can call me Ephie.

Don't know how long I was here, just that you people come and go. Sometime, they give me gift. Sometime, they don't but that doesn't matter right now.

What matters is you being civil here, don't want any of that nonsense here. Treat me with respect and I will treat you the same.

Why do I sound like that-? Because I like the sound of being mysterious and whatnot.

What do I do-? Living the life of unemployment and still studying. I ain't giving you more then that.

Used to be a writer though. Nah, I mean I still do write but never really showed to you people.

What changed-? Well, met a fellow who was a writer and we wrote together a story. Realized I had a lot of fun. I hope to see them soon.

Enough of that. Why don't you tell me about yourself. Why are you here-?

It's a long story-? I have all the time of the world. Why don't you start from the being-?

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Masterlist

[revolver-d]

new series cover art for The Story of Black Pearl on Tapas!

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[dannymans66]

Im starting to forget what you look like

Inspo here

[dannymans66]

That's his little brother

Based on this tweet

[ozhawkauthor]

Hover Notes or ‘Floating Boxes’in Ao3

This is a fun option if you use, for example, phrases in other languages in your story. I often do, and this is a nice way to give translations without having to scroll to the end of the text, or putting them in the starting notes where people have to keep checking back – or where they spoiler the story!

HOWEVER. The drawback is that the floating boxes only work when a ‘mouse’ is ‘hovered’ over the marked text. They do NOT show up on tablet or phone screens, so you’ll still need to put a list of translations in the notes for readers using those devices.

Let’s have an example. 

“Qu’est ce que tu veux?”

Now if you speak French, you might know that means “What do you want?”

But not all of your readers will know that. So, you offer them a translation. And since the boxes don’t appear unless you hover directly above them, I usually add a Beginning Note to the chapter that reads something like this;

‘Hover over italicised foreign language text for translations! (Mobile and tablet users please see the Ending Notes)’

In HTML mode in Ao3, (if you try this in Rich Text mode you will get a horrible mess so don’t) the line with this example would appear as:

<p>“<em>Qu’est ce que tu veux?</em>”</p>

To add the floating box with the translation, you would select the words to be translated (that is, Qu’est ce que tu veux?) and paste in the following HTML.

<span title=“What do you want?”>Qu’est ce que tu veux?</span>

The whole line will now read:

<p>“<em> <span title=“What do you want?”>Qu’est ce que tu veux?</span> </em>”</p>

Review your work, hover over the part that requires translating, and you should see the following:

And you’re done!

I tend to set up a Word doc with all the <span> lines I want to use created in it, and then when the time comes, just copy/paste them into Ao3. Saves lots of time!

[miscellaneous-misty]

A tutorial for a workskin that allows you to make text messages that look similar to the messages in MLQC!

I made an MLQC text message workskin for AO3! It’s inspired by the text messages in the game and it looks like this:

As you can see, you can scroll through the text messages. I posted a tutorial on AO3 about how to code it for your own text fic. Feel free to check it out if you’re interested! ❤️

I’ll probably be working on a LADS or Tears of Themis inspired text message workskin next! I’m looking forward to finishing them eventually. I hope you can look forward to it too :3

[plantwithoutplot]

YALL LOOK WHAT MY ROOMMATE GOT US 🥹🥹🩷🩷

She edited the first arc of Speak Up, Boys! and made it in a fanbook and it will be on our shelve now 🥺🥺🥺

She added so many details to it!!! And even put my art and yall's fanart in it!! I'm screaming this must have been so much work 🥺🥺😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕

[plantwithoutplot]

Don’t let them fool you, they’re about to make your life hell

Luffy & Dot Dot, from Speak Up, Boys! on AO3

Do not repost

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

OP Fighting Game AU Gameplay (kinda)

context posts

They are sneaking luffy out at night from the campus’ dorms to do shenanigans ehe ehehe

behold, this year's birthday post!!!!!!!!!! MU HAH HA HAAHAAA SELF INDULGENCE TAKE ME AWAYYYYYYY

i would've wanted to do more but ive been SUCH A BUSY BEE 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

song: Home (UNDERTALE Soundtrack) - Toby Fox

[fluffyartbl0g]

GREETINGS EVERYONE!!! I've spent the last couple of months working on a full length comic adaption of @goodlucktai's beautiful 'fishbowl' fanfic!!! Below you can read the fruits of my efforts :) Enjoy!

This comic takes place before Dressrosa

CONTINUE >>>

[lillithstarfox]

Not even an inch tall how ridiculous.

I hate sabo and his stupid hat ts was so hard to sculpt n to the right size

[moon041105]

Hi, can you do a Ciel x reader?

Something like fem reader who is friends with Lizzy bit Ciel actually likes her or anything like that

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰

Ciel Phantomhive x fem!reader

w/c: 1784 c/w: a little angst, hurt/comfort A/N: I really love the black butler (╥ ᴗ ╥) but for some reason I have a hard time writing again... also no matter how often I do it, I'm still bad at tagging (ᵕ—ᴗ—) not sure if I'll ever learn it. Maybe it's also because I'm very much unsure what I'm even writing and to where it aactually belongs too... Anyway, please enjoy and thank you for the request! (and sorry for the wait...)

"Lizzy, go slower." (Y/n) said as she got dragged by her wrists by her best friend.

"Come on! Ciel is waiting for us!" Elizabeth, her best friend, didn't even stop for a breather and continued to drag her up the stairs towards the Phantomhive Manor. Their maid and butler followed after them, (Y/n) butler slowly followed while Paula quickly ran after them as they neared the front door of the manor.

Before one could even knock on the door they swung opened and the Phantomhive's butler came into view. Sebastian Michaelis greeted them with his usual smile and bowed. "Good morning, Ladies. Please do come in."

Without hesitation Lizzy skipped passed Sebastian, still dragging (Y/n) behind her. She quickly gave a greeting to Sebastian as she gets dragged through the door and tried to not stumble over her own feet. Sebastian chuckles as he waits for Paula and (B/n) to enter the manor before closing the door behind them.

"Ciel!!"

"Hello, Elizabeth. (Y/n)."

"Hello, Ciel." (Y/n) greeted Ciel calmly, at least as calm as she could after getting dragged towards and inside the Phantomhive manor. Meanwhile, Elizabeth placed her hands on her hips of her pink dress, while also finally letting go of her friends wrist, and pouted as she looked at her finacee.

"I told you to call me Lizzy!" Already used to her antics Ciel sighed tiredly, while (Y/n) had to surpress a laugh at the scene. Everytime (Y/n) would see this scene when she visited the Phantomhive manor with Lizzy. The difference between a hyper fiancee and a calm and serious counter part is always an interesting combination for every viewer. Even though, (Y/n) could understand those that aw her best friend as annoying. It wasn't every day that someone as bubbly and happy like Elizabeth Midford would grace your doorstep with her sunshine and drag you around the town without explanation. To Ciel and (Y/n) fortune, they were already very used to her and didn't mind it much apart from a few moments.

(Y/n) still couldn't believe what had happened the first time Elizabeth was throwing a party at the manor. She had arrived later than her friend had wanted but her family had an event planned before hand and she couldn't leave until a little later. She didn't think she would ever see Elizabeth feel so angry that she would destroy her fiancee's family ring and moments later see it fly out the window by the same someone who had treasured it because it was the last real thing he had from his family.

She could still see it vividly how she had to calm Elizabeth down and later on, on their way home, how such and action was inappropriate even if she wanted to simply help. She loved her friend, truly. But even as her best friend she loved and hated her some times. She knew that Elizabeth means well but sometimes her actions make things worse than they were in the beginning. She wished her best friend would act like she truly was, it's not like Ciel wouldn't like her true her but she feared it so much to not be like other noble girls that she threw her whole personality away just to fit into an image that didn't suit her. Though saying it didn't suit her would be a lie. It did suit her well but after growing up with her and knowing what she is capable of, (Y/n) had a hard time combining both images together sometimes.

Watching them going back and forth, Ciel tried, like many times to deny her and resist her tugging on him. She had a tendency to drag people around when she was exited, mostly she dragged them or her brother around. (Y/n), like always when she was here with Lizzy, tried to calm down any arguments and listened to their conversation but stayed quiet at the side. Her heart ached a little every time when she watched them close. She never knew when it started. The warmth. The heart rate that went up. Her daydreaming. Her crush.

Although, no matter what, she knew it could never come true or continue to manifest inside her. She knew it would never happen either. She knew she couldn't do it with a good conscious. Elizabeth Lizzy Midford is her best friend. She could never tell her best friend that she had harboured a crush on her fiancee for who knows how long. (Y/n) can't even recall when it started.

When they were younger? At one of the tea parties she got dragged to? Events she had to participate with her parents and saw Ciel standing on the other side of the ballroom?

She didn't know. She needn't know. All she needed to know was that these feelings she had needed to be buried deep. The best would be to make them disappear. Anything for them to not surface to the outside. Anything. Even if it hurt her to do so. But it would hurt her even more to see her friends dream be destroyed by her own best friend who she trusts with all her heart.

Arriving in the garden, it was decorated, not as extravagant like Lizzy would have done it but it was a beautiful sight. The flowers in the garden were in full bloom and the table was already filled with different pastries. Ciel had invited them to test a few new products they were thinking of selling. And since Lizzy loved to eat delicious desserts and tea parties and (Y/n) had good taste for what the general public loved, Ciel decided to invite them. Not only to test out the new desserts but also to spent some time with his cousin and friend.

Sitting down, Sebastian presented all the different pastries while (b/n) was filling their cups with tea. It was a very nice day out and they listened to Lizzy as she was gushing about the taste of sweets and the newest interest she had developed. Ciel and (Y/n) kept quiet for most of the time, only sometimes adding their own comments.

After a while, (Y/n) started to feel tired of only sitting and listening the both engaged couple and excused herself for a bit. She waved (b/n) away, telling him that she would be back shortly after freshing up and went to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, (Y/n) scolded herself, she promised herself that she wouldn't feel jealous or envious about Lizzy's relationship with Ciel. She told herself that she would be completly fine with just standing by their side. Just a friend that spent time with them, nothing more. But still, she couldn't help but feel her heart ache with sorrow. What was she suppose to do with her feelings. She never thought it would be so hard to crush her love for the only person she ever loved before, someone she knew so long and always felt like that he was the most lovable person there is. But in the end, she can't do nothing about it.

(Y/n) splached some water into her face and dried it off before stepping out of the bathroom, trying to gather her last composure.

"What's wrong?"

Slightly flinching, she looked up to see where the sudden voice came from and saw the Lord of the house leaning against the wall opposite to the bathroom, with his arms crossed as he stares at her, waiting for an answer.

"C-Ciel… What are you doing here?" (Y/n) stood up straighter as she stared back at her secret crush, hoping that her face wouldn't betray her as she felt warmth flood in.

"Waiting for you. You don't seem so well today. Is something wrong?" She was shocked when she heard the question, not because of the words he said but about the way his voice softened a little, like… like he cared about her more than he should or dared to admit.

"Nothing is wrong, Ciel. Don't worry about it."

"Really? Because I could have sworn that you looked dejected."

(Y/n) avoided his gaze, hands interlocked with each others as she squeezed her fingers more. She was nervous. She didn't know why. Was it because Ciel found out since she wasn't careful enough? Internally she was scolding herself again. She couldn't believe that he noticed. That wasn't something she wanted to happen.

"You know if it's about Lizzy you don't have to worry." Ciel suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" (Y/n) tried to stay composed as she heard that, not only was she shocked that he would say something like that but she was also very confused on what he meant by that.

"Lizzy will be getting another fiancee soon, so you don't need to look so dejected anymore." (Y/n) didn't know how to answer that and simply stood frozen as Ciel walked closer to her, taking one of her hands he lifted it up towards his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. "I had asked my aunt for an annulement, of course not without reason."

"Why would you do something like that…." she mumbled, cheeks flushing as she felt his breath ghost over her hand.

"I have found someone more in my interest that I want to marry, that's why." He stepped even closer and pulled her closer to him. "If you haven't caught on yet, you are the one I want to marry instead of Elizabeth Midford, (Y/n) (L/n). I thought the message already came across at the balls I normally don't attend or the gifts that I had send over to your estate."

Shocked at the new information, (Y/n) thought back to the balls and different invitation she and her family had received, and now that she thinks back to it, Ciel wasn't the type of person who would attend unimportant events unless they were really necesarry.

"But… what about Lizzy?"

"Don't worry about it. She already chewed my ear off about it. Cried the first half and lectured me in the second half about how I should treat you." Ciel closed his eyes and sighed.

(Y/n) smiled slightly and finally relaxed, she still couldn't believe what was happening but for now she decided to feel happy and face anything else later. She placed her head against his shoulder and hugged him back as they stood in the hallway, enjoying the silence before they returned to the garden and continued to spent time with everyone else and sampled new sweets.

[asuna-luino]

Ishigami's A Psychic?

ⵌ summary: Senku made a mind-reading machine to try and read your mind. Who knows the reason for such an invention? But he seems determined to get it to work. Perhaps you're the reason why.

ⵌ pairing: senku ishigami x reader ⵌ wc: 1.7k

ⵌ note: nyeah, my senku fixation has returned (thanks to those Artemis II edits) + divider cr: @uzmacchiato + masterlist

"So you're saying you could read minds with this… thing?"

You look at him, unbothered by whatever groundbreaking experimentation he had conducted. If you remember correctly, he's a scientist, not an engineer. So how the heck did he come up with such a thing?

But then again, those "electric buzz buzz dandelion hair experiments" use some engineering skills, too. Still, that doesn't excuse him from creating such a privacy-breaching machinery. That raises a question: how are you two friends again?

"That is correct. 10 billion per cent for you." He chuckles and goes to tinker with some buttons on the toy-like control remote. You sighed. At this rate, he'd surely go to the moon before his father. The old man has been in astronaut training for years now, yet he's still somewhere on Earth instead of up there. His son is literally pushing 20, and where's that promised moon stone, huh?

"Think of something." He urged as soon as the light from the machine attached to his head lit up. You sat in front of him and propped your chin on your palm, unamused.

"Okay, read my mind now." You muttered, tapping your index finger against the table. Senku closed his eyes as he adjusted the wave meter to get a good frequency of your brain, synchronising his own with yours.

"Try to think of a number." He encourages, eyes closed, brow furrowing in focus. If his calculation is correct, he should be able to hear your monologue in three… two… one…

"Senku… senku… senku…" He heard a small voice, like a whisper in his ear.

"Quiet, I think I hear something." A smile made its way to his lips. "This is exhila—" He opened his eyes to break the news to you. Only to see your face right in front of his, as you call out his name in a whisper in his ears. So, you were fucking with him. He shoved your head away from breathing in his face.

"So? How did it go? What number was I thinking?" You asked, but it feels more like you were trying to rage-bait him with your question. You returned to your seat with a mischievous smirk on your face. This is fun.

Instead of answering your attempt to get a reaction out of him, he shifted his attention to his experiment. There has to be something he had miscalculated for it not to work, but oh well, a mind-reading machine is a crazy invention itself. Trying to get it to work on the first try is basically Mission Impossible.

Plus, it's a trial-and-error work. There's no guarantee he could actually get a wonderful result out of this trial. Still, so much time was wasted, and he couldn't simply give up just after one failed test. Yet, if he were too eager to try to read your mind, wouldn't it be too suspicious of him?

"Maybe you wear the thing wrong? Let me adjust it." Your hand quickly reached for the pad on his temples. But out of nowhere, he grabbed your hand before you could get too close to it. Your comment made him realise: what if he placed the resonators wrongly?

"I have an idea. Come here." He gasped, quickly plucking one of the two wired band-aid machines from his temple and stamped it to yours. He calibrates the frequency again and…

— Uh… bzzt— hm—

"Think of something, quick!" He commanded in a rush as his eyes continued to read the data on the computer screen while his hands hovered over the keyboard and the control remote.

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

"…" He stared at your face, unblinking. Whether it was from this discovery or something else entirely, you don't know.

Dang, look at that face. Full of disappointment.

"Mudsliging me, huh?" He chuckled, earning an excited yet confused look from you.

"Sounds like it's working." You nudge his shoulder, giving yourself a back pat for your bright idea. Technically, it's not entirely yours, but who cares?

Now, how do I keep my head empty? Do I think of something funny and keep it SFW? Wait, hold on a second. How come I'm not hearing anything?

"That's because you're attached to the positive terminal of the machine. That means I'm the only one receiving the wave generated by your brain, silly." He explained, though not without calling you dumb names. How Senku-like of him.

Tsk, so unfair. Just when I thought I could finally know what's going on inside that big brain of his.

"Stop moping. Let's start with our first test." He ignored your monologue-wailing and began prepping papers to collect data from you. "Think of a fruit."

You sit down, facing him, knees to knees. You imagine a fruit on a plate, light yellow, with some green parts. Not fully ripe. Long and… a banana! You smiled to yourself, proud of the image formed in your head.

"That looked like a banana." You heard him mutter.

"You could see brain images, too?" This experiment is truly something else. Who would have thought Senku could be a psychic like that pink-haired guy from an anime called Saik—

"Now imagine what you would do with it." He interrupted your thought.

What would I do with a banana? Eat it, of course.

"Then do it." He replied to your thought.

Following his order, you quietly imagined yourself lying down in bed, reading some smut while eating a banana. A wonderful scenery indeed. As you eat, you cringe as the reader in the smutshot said something cringeworthy, almost choking on your fruit.

This feels like watching those alpha CEO x y/n fic on Tumblr. But hell yeah, those explicit scenes were mad detailed. From the way their skin glistened to the way he manhandled the reader. Peak fiction, for real. If only it were you and Sen—

"I would suggest you keep it PG-13. We may no longer be minors, but I'd rather not write intercourse mind tape as my first mind-image reading." Fuck, you completely forgot about him.

"I wasn't thinking of anything inappropriate, you accuser." You tried to defend yourself. Though it works like hiding a candy under your tongue for a dentist visit. Worthless.

"Yes, definitely." He shook his head and turned around to write down the first part of the reading. After a moment, he glanced at you. "About the last part…"

"Of the smut? Wow, Senku. So shameless of you to be asking a lady such a question." A mocking smile made its way to your face while his scrunch in disgust. Haa… teasing this man has never been more satisfying. That makes you realise, how the heck did you two become friends again?

It was last winter, you were out at the park, watching over some kids you babysat. You taught them how to make a snowman, and they made a big ahh wiener out of it and proudly presented it to you. And instead of being mad at them, you praised their artwork and snapped a picture of it. At the same time, the almighty Senku was on his way home after a hangout at Taiju's house.

He heard you chatting with the kids about your dream man who could read minds, so that you don't have to tell them what to do during intercourse. You were giggling to yourself like a pervert as the kids watched, wondering what inter…course means. Well, big people stuff, rents and craps, whatever. That piques his interest in building a mind-reading machine.

It's not like he started with building this machine so he could read your mind as you two did the deed, but more towards the idea of being able to understand someone's deepest unsaid words. It's quite poetic in its own scientific way, if he thinks about it.

With that objective in mind, he approached you, and that was how you two became friends. He never mentioned anything about building the machine after hearing your perverted vision; instead, he keeps you by his side as someone who would somehow light up his world, even when you came from nowhere. How did your position in his life change so much within a short time?

"And she ended up with triplets." You finished your summary of the fic of your imagination. An embarrassed look on your face turned into a fluster. Wow, hearing smutfic made him smile that much? Who would have thought that he could blush? It couldn't be the experiment, could it?

"If you're smiling this much, I believe that means this experiment is a success?" You lean forward to gain his attention. How long has he zoned out, you wonder.

"It is. But there'll be more experiments yet to come." He set the pen down and turned to face you. "Hope you're willing to be my test subject."

You rolled your eyes at his playful commentary, "I agreed to it months ago. Plus, you promised to treat me to something pricey after every lab-rat experience. I hope you have your wallet filled with cash?"

Without shame, he pulls out Byakuya's card… :|

As long as it has money, you're never going to question how he persuaded his dad for such an exchange. After that, he concluded the day's experiment and took the band-aid-like machine from your temple, disconnecting his mind from yours. Somehow, that made him feel incomplete.

"We should try this new Takoyaki stall near the airport. I heard they made a big sale in their first week. We definitely need to check it out." You took out your phone and showed him the location. After receiving a nod from him, you skipped out of the lab.

Meanwhile, Senku quietly watch as you leave him behind for food. He hummed to himself before joining you from behind after he made sure every apparatus had been cleaned. As he walks behind you, he wonders:

Say that he could have your hand in marriage, would he be able to fulfil your… fantasy? After all, you were the reason he built this mind-reading machine, anyway. It'd be a waste if he were to let you go just like that. He called out to you. "Stop skipping. You'll fall."

"You'll be the one to fall first!" You shouted from almost 50 meters away from him.

You were right, but I have long fallen.

© asuna-luino 2026 masterlist

taglist: @verysanesenkufan @alxzisss @sugarbynn

[alabasterpickles]

Final one!!

I began reading Gachiakuta back in the beginning of March and I’m adding Rudo to my growing list of angry, golden-hearted boys!

It’s so good I can’t wait to start the anime

[verysanesenkufan]

| 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 |

StanXeno x reader

cw: a few suggestive comments I guess

wc: 3456

a/n: I was lowkey abt to crash out and abandon ts cuz I didn't know how to write the confession scene, but alas, I've surpassed my limits...

Also crossposted on my ao3

It was rather windy today, nothing extraordinary though. What was extraordinary though, was the fact that it was your first school day on your exchange year. Lovely, isn’t it?

“Are you nervous?” Your host mom, Rebecca, asked you gently as she steered the wheel of her car.

“Anyone would be…” You muttered nervously, as you continued fidgeting with your hands. “But I’ll get through it.” 

“Of course you will, and if anything, you can come find me in my office.” She smiled and took a right turn, making your new school come into view. To your luck, she was a teacher at this school, however, you assumed you won’t need to seek her out. You had a good feeling from this. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You smiled and opened the car door as soon as she parked the car. “Now just the boring stuff, right? Seeing the principal and all…” You asked and she nodded. 

Thankfully, all the boring stuff was over. The principal was a rather normal man, at least up to the American standard, you supposed. He greeted you, explained a few things that you were already aware of, thanks to Rebecca, and then you were sent into your first class. 

It was rather stressful, considering you won’t be in just one class with one set group of students, like is normal in many countries, but they must be used to exchange students. Right…?

“Your first period is my class.” Rebecca announced and motioned for you to follow her, which you did. “You like science though, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” She smiled and patted your shoulder. 

You walked into the classroom, and the class quieted down. “Morning, everyone, this is (Name) (Last Name), a new exchange student from (Your Country). Be nice.” She smiled at the class and told you to go sit down in the only free seat. This was one of the classrooms where the tables were for multiple people. Six, in this case.

You nodded and mumbled a shy hello to your seatmates and sat down. The other five people here were… a peculiar group, you could say. Three girls who looked like they were out of a fashion magazine. “Must be one of the popular ones.” You thought and examined the other two guys. A blonde with hazelnut eyes, and a white haired—is he albino or something?—guy with dark eyes.

“Since this is your first lesson of the year, and you’re freshmen, today's work won’t be anyhow hard. Here is a work sheet you’ll fill out. Composed of some questions you should know from previous years, and also a part to speak with your deskmates.” She said and started handing them out. 

You looked down onto the sheet. “What is the largest planet in our solar system?” You read to  yourself. What a basic question… Shouldn’t a first grader know that? You pondered over the simplicity of the question, before writing down the answer. Jupiter.

“Hey, Stanley.” One of the girls mused towards the blond. “Do you know the answers?” She smiled and batted her eyelashes, in an attempt to charm him, probably.

“Not interested.” He waved his hand swiftly, shutting her down. “Ask the exchange student or something.” He said, and suddenly, all eyes were on you. 

“Uhm…” You nervously looked around. “I have a name.” You smiled bitterly. “And the answers are fairly simple. You should know them..” You said and the girl scoffed. 

“Please, I don’t need this stupid science. I’ll marry rich, and won’t need this.” She waved her hand and then flipped her hair away. 

“Science isn’t stupid… You’ve got bleached hair, how do you think they thought of hair dye or bleach?” You smiled. “The answer to question number one is Jupiter.” 

“Right… I certainly knew that? And number two? ‘Which country has the most tornadoes?’”

“The country you live in…”

“Texas?” She wrote down happily, and you sweatdropped, while the guys side eyed her. Not blaming them, you were close to that as well. 

“Well, Texas does indeed have one of the highest number of tornadoes in the United States of America. The answer by the way…”

“Right, thanks smarty pants.” She scribbled over her answer, correcting it.

“How do you not know in what country you live?” You shook your head and looked back onto the paper. “Discuss with your deskmates your favourite things about science class.” It read, and so you looked up, everyone seemed quite unwilling, but ready.

“Well for me,” The Texas girl started. “I like to do my nails in class, Mrs. Smith doesn’t care, since she knows I won’t ever need this again.” She smiled proudly, and her friends nodded along, and answered in a similar manner.

“Well, I enjoy science, however, everything we learn about is rather unstimulating. It’s too easy.” The albino (?) answered with a smirk. Does he perchance study science in his free time? So cool!! You can definitely relate. 

Then, Stanley answered too. “Science is easy, thanks to Xeno here, it’s fun watching him get excited over this stuff though.” He said absentmindedly.

“Fags…” The Texas girl muttered. How rude. 

“At least I can pull someone who looks good.” Xeno snickered, “(Name), that there is her boyfriend.” He chuckled and pointed to an average American guy. Nothing bad about him, but his looks screamed i-cheat-on-my-girlfriend-and-am-a-future-deadbeat. 

“H-hey!! At least my kids will get good genes.” She defended herself, rather than the guy. And you just shared a look with the other two. 

A few seconds passed in an awkward silence, until a loud sound of sirens could be heard. “Oh c'mon!! It’s nearly the end of tornado season.” One of the Texas girl's friends whined.

“Shut it, Stephanie!” Texas girl reprimanded her.

“Tornadoes can happen during any time of the year.” You sighed at their behavior, but couldn’t help and look out the window curiously, wondering whether you’d see the beast you’ve been itching to see for years. Well, hopefully not, since all you can see from this window is a city landscape.

“Everyone, let’s go to the basement!” Rebecca said with badly hidden urgency in her voice, and ushered the teens to quickly stand up and walk into the hallway. 

As you walk down the stairs, someone approaches you. “You seemed rather eager to see it, didn’t you?” Xeno asked you with an amused expression. 

“Oh, well, I’ve been fascinated by tornadoes ever since I was little.” You answered with a small hint of embarrassment in your voice. “But it’d be bad if I saw it from that window, I mean, the town is on that side!” To which he just nodded.

“I think you’ll have more than enough time to see some beautiful tornadoes this year, hopefully those in the fields.” He smiled. “I'm Xeno, by the way. Xeno Houston Wingfield.” He extended his hand, which you gladly accepted. “And that,” he pointed to his blond friend, whose name you already overheard. “That's my friend, Stanley Snyder.” 

“Nice to meet you both,” You shook their hands. “Sure you’ve heard, but I’m (Name) (Last Name).” 

And that is how your fate was sealed. This year will change your life. Certainly for the better.

———

About an hour later, the tornado had passed, just barely missing any houses, and you were to set off to your classes. “What class do you have now?” Stanley asked curiously, glancing at your schedule. 

“Let me see…” you mumble and scan through the paper. “Math.” 

“Ah, what a pity,” Xeno butted into the conversation. “All of us have a different period right now.” 

“I guess I’ll have to communicate with more people now.” You sighed. 

“Then, though, we should have history together.” Stanley announced. “Just the two of us though. Sorry Xe.” He teased the white haired man. 

——— 

This lesson, you were all alone, no one you knew was around. Not a teacher, not a student– Oh wait! Is that the Texas girl? What did Stanley say was her name? Right, it was Bethany. 

And she placed her things right onto the table next to you, since they were those desks where you sit alone. “Look who it is here.” She scoffed and looked you up and down. “Smarty pants, who’s friends with those faggots.” She scoffed again, and flipped her hair away. 

“Why do you keep insulting them—Heck, I don’t even know if they are actually together…” You grumbled and looked up at her from your seat. “And even if they are, there’s nothing wrong with loving who you are.” 

“Are you one of those woke people?” She faked a gag.

“Woke?” You tilt your head slightly. “As in awake? Yeah, I am. It’d be pretty bad if I had a conversation while I was asleep.” 

“Not what I- ugh, forget it.” She finally stomped off to her friends, a few seats away. 

But besides that, nothing happened during this lesson, and nothing happened during the next one with Stanle either, besides curious glances. How peculiar.

——— 

A few months passed by, nearly half a year, actually, and your friendship with the duo only blossomed, however, you learned that the people here can be really mean. Is it truly freedom if you cannot fully express yourself? Land of freedom my ass. Is what you told yourself everyday, of course, you didn’t really know whether Stanley and Xeno were actually dating. I mean, asking would be honestly just awkward.

Still though, even if they were, what right does it give to the other students to be mean to them—and consequently also you. 

“Hey, (Name), we are hanging out after school, okay?” Xeno basically announced to you, as he put his things on the group table you shared. After the first week, the pick me group of girls changed seats, and left your trio alone, which is probably for the better. 

“Mkay, sure.” You mused as you scrambled to finish your homework for the next lesson. Curse these everyday hangouts that keep you busy—well, you didn’t mind. Spending time with your friends made you happy, and kept your heart warm.

After school, you guys got into Stanley's car—he only recently received his drivers permit, and got an old, used car—and drove away to the fields again. Xeno was planning another experiment, whatever this one was. 

“What is it this time?” You asked curiously, as you glanced to the trunk, trying to see what it was, but it was empty. 

“A tornado watch has been issued for this area. We are gonna chase storms!” he turned his body to look at you in the back seat, and you could’ve sworn you saw a smirk on Stanley’s face as well. 

“We are gonna chase a storm?” You asked, a huge amount of excitement evident on your face. 

“We talked with your host mom, and she said it’s alright as long as we don’t go too close to any tornado that might drop to the ground.” He said and passed his tablet to you. “You should know what to watch for, right?” He smiled, fully aware of your capabilities. 

“Duh.” You took the tablet and stared at the radar. After observing the radar, and the direction you were going in, you took your own phone and opened a map. “Go left on the next turn.” You told Stanley. “There’s a rotation on the southwest, we will go slightly under it, to stay safe.” 

Stanley did as you said, while you stayed, looking at the radar, and from the windows. “Oh look! There’s a dropping funnel cloud!” You pointed to the exact direction you were going in. “So beautiful.” You mused again, and started recording a video. “Go left and then right.” 

This storm was truly one of a kind, it was still early into the storm season, but it looked like it could produce some strong tornadoes. The funnel cloud that was in front of you—well, now it was on your right—finally dropped and formed a tornado. In the best case scenario, it wouldn’t hit any buildings. That would be lovely. But then, another tornado formed slightly to the west of this one, following the exact same path. 

The car stopped and you excited the vehicle to take some good footage of the beauty, two tornadoes in one frame, more than you ever expected to get. These two, however, were quite short lived, and it didn’t take long for them to disappear again. 

After that, a few more tiny tornadoes with minor damage hit the ground that day in your area, and all of them were breathtaking, however, for your company, something—more like someone—else was more breathtaking.

Stanley pulled into Xeno’s driveway and you left the car, you texted your host mom that you’re alive and well, going to sleep over at their place, and then went to Xeno’s room, plopping on his bed in exhaustion.

“Thank you so much.” You breathed out and stretched. “I’ve got some great footage! And none of these hit any buildings! That’s a huge win.”

“It was great.” They both said at the same time, before sharing a look, and bursting out laughing. Then they plopped on the bed next to you. “Truly breathtaking…” They said as you reviewed the footage. 

“Right!! It was so clear! So beautiful.” 

“I meant you.” He said, loud and clear. And Stanley didn’t seem surprised either, as he was nodding along. 

“What…?” You tilted your head in confusion. “I thought you were gay…” You mumbled as you pondered. 

“God forbid I like both of my friends equally.” Stanley scoffed and patted your head, what he said caused both you AND Xeno to blush. “W-what do you mean?”

“The bullies were right.” He smirked proudly. “Even if partially… but at least I have a type.” nerds.

heh…

Am I in a dream? You pinched yourself, hard, and flinched away.

“Stan, I thought we were gonna confess together.” Xeno pouted childishly and turned off the tornado footage you were reviewing, then stood besides Stan, both of them towering above you, as you sat on Xeno’s bed—which, might I add, was pretty big. 

But oh, your thoughts only buzzed with unsure thoughts. Stan seems like two inches taller than Xeno—dammit, why am I using american units, this exchange really messed me up—but besides that-But then, you decide to stop your thoughts, it’s not exactly the moment to think about their height when they’re towering above you, looking like they’re about to devour you.

Wow… you never would’ve thought Xeno would look like this, eyes lidded and cheeks flushed. Not because of reasons you might think about. Just simply because he was embarrassed. “You see, we planned to confess to you a little bit before you left, we simply thought you’d be weirded out by both of us liking you… and, well, each other… but I considered all the possibilities I could think of just now, and I don’t think that’s the case… Right?” 

“Confess? Both of you?” You asked nervously, but secretly screaming internally. 

“Well, yes, both of us.” Stanley confirmed with a subtle nod, and at that, you couldn’t hold back, and spun around, unable to contain your excitement.

“Am I not dreaming?” You asked excitedly, while the duo observed your (weirdly) excited reaction.

“We haven't done it yet, calm down…” Stan chuckled and sat beside you, probably not to look so… intimidating(ly hot). Those teenage hormones, you swear…

——— 

And with that evening, the three of you ended as even a bigger target towards bullies than before, throuple? How “disgusting” they said, but they were probably just jealous. Who wouldn’t wanna kiss a crazy scientist and his (and your) boyfriend who smokes too much. Exactly. 

However, the fact that you’re an exchange student still stands, and the day where you would wave at them, and then leave, came closer and closer. Your host family told you to not think about it, to enjoy the rest of your stay. And you really took their words to heart, and spent even more time with your boyfriends (Like, 25/8). But the feeling weighed heavily on your heart, and every time you bid your goodbyes, a pang shot through your heart.

Within the blink of an eye, all these good things were behind you, and you stood at the airport, about to go through the body check control. 

“We will keep in touch, right?” You sobbed into their arms, as you hugged them closer, afraid they’d just forget you, and be gay by themselves. 

“Oh I’d touch you…both of you….” Stanley muttered to himself as he continued patting your head, in an attempt to comfort you. 

“Not the time and place, Stan…” Xe sighed and pulled out of the group hug—for he was never much of a hugger—and stared you up and down. “Next time you come to America, it’ll be for college, right?”

“If I get accepted…” You smiled sadly, since that is an important part of your future, and it’s still so unclear.

“There is no way they wouldn’t accept you. You’re elegant. Truly elegant.” Xeno smirked. “Well, see you in a few years.” He smirked, pressed a chaste kiss on your lips, and turned around, walking off. 

Stan followed his lead, and kissed you on the lips. “Don’t let the plane leave without you.” He smiled and walked off with Xeno. 

Before going through the security, you looked back once more, to see them standing outside the airport, and Stan lighting a cigarette. What a bad habit he developed this year….

——— 

Returning back to your home country was honestly exhausting. Everyone wanted to hear stories, drama, your lovelife… Yeah, but what were you supposed to say? “Oh yeah, I got bullied because I was friends with two apparently gay dudes, well turns out they liked me too, and now we’re a throuple”? That would earn you the same reputation as you had in the states. So you left it out. 

However, the hum of questions and curious glances of your peers soon subsided, and you were left to your own devices again. 

Surprisingly though, a few years ran by really quick, and it was the time for you to go to college. It wasn’t easy to get into a college in the US as an international student, but thankfully, international programs have been improving every year. 

So that’s why you’re here again, George Bush Intercontinental Airport. Which is in Houston by the way. We are in Texas again, baby.

“(Name)!!” You heard someone call you through the crowd, took a while to get there, these people truly have no spatial awareness… It’s like a fight for your own life, trying to get through them, with no way around. “Xe!!” You said back as soon as you got through the crowd, and saw his handsome face. The lighting today made it even better—or maybe it’s just the fact you didn’t see him for years. Within a second, your arms wrapped around his body, squishing him close. 

“Xe.. I missed you so much…” You pull away and then look around. “Stan couldn’t make it?” You questioned, a hint of sadness.

“Military stuff… they’re really strict…” Xeno sighed, faking sadness, but in reality, he was happy to be the first one to have you all to himself, after only having Stanley for these past years. And the worse thing, you were all alone—not counting your friends back home, Xeno is just slightly possessive, is all. “He promised he’ll have time in the evening to call, though.” He patted your head and offered to take your suitcase, leading you to his car. 

Stanley said he’d call, and he did. You spent the afternoon anticipating his call. Yeah, you were in touch even before, but still, at least you’re in the same country now. Finally, the phone started ringing, and you picked it up eagerly, only to be greeted with a smooth voice. You miss so much, long to hear it in front of you. So why did you hear it from behind you?

You quickly spun around, to be greeted with a sight you longed to see, both of your boyfriends in one place. Is this a dream? “Wait- how come you're here?” You questioned Stan, but your words were muffled, because you hugged him with more strength than you ever thought you had. 

“I’m actually leaving tomorrow…” he whispered, “I just really wanted to see you. You look good.” He smirked and looked you up and down with a seductive glance, before side-eyeing the scientists. “You're thinking what I’m thinking?”

And let’s just say, his last night was truly memorable.

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★彡[ꜰᴏxɢʟᴏᴠᴇ]彡★

Angus Macgyver & twin!fem!reader

w/c: 1447 c/w: Maddie's glare A/n: Soooo, I got some Macgyver (2016) requests. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) slowly working on them. I received this request from @clonesdserveb3tter also the pancake idea too. have fun!

"Let me get to the point." Maddie threw at Jack to stop him from speaking. "The terrorist group had been causing trouble for some time now, selling illegal weapons and drugs as well as dabbling into human trafficking. Your job, is to stop their business and get their leader so we can dismantle it from the inside."

Riley typed away on her laptop as she threw all the images she collected on the big screen in the war room. "Mac, Jack and Riley, you are going on the field and infiltrate." Bozer was about to dance of happiness, thinking he could hide in his lab and continue the prosthetics until Maddie continued "Bozer you are staying here with me in the war room."

"Whaaa— Maddie I have— Yes, of course." He shrunk down and saluted at her glare and gave the three thumbs up as they cleared the room. "Good luck guys!"

"Don't worry, Boze. At least you won't be drenched through your shirt." Jack clapped him on the back as Riley and Mac walked pass him.

"Yeah and don't have to smell the stench either." Riley snarked as Mac tried to swallow a laugh.

"Yeah… Hey!" Catching on what Riley meant he immediately followed after them. "I don't— It's not that bad, is it?" Mac simply shook his head and patted his shoulder.

"Come on."

_____________

"Fuck!" Jack cursed as he peaked out from their hideout before ducking back down as it rained bullets on them.

"I got you guys backup. Foxglove will join you in 10." Maddie stated as Bozer and her stared at the satellite map in the war room.

"What? No need Maddie. We got this." Jack exclaimed as Mac worked on some scraps and Riley ran back to them while keeping low.

"Oh yeah. Totally. If you mean nearly becoming swiz cheese, sure. Totally got it" Riley threw him a look before sliding further down against the crates as a bullet nearly cut her ear.

"Come on. We got—"

"You don't got this, Jack. Now either you want to shorten your life span or not. Wait for Foxglove until they arrive and than continue the mission with them." Maddie lectured.

It was quiet, the only thing that sounded through their ears was the metal going at the speed of 1700 mph hitting crate boxes made out of wood as no one spoke.

"…Finished."

"What did you finish, Mac?" Riley asked hesitantly, wanting to know what he made out of the material he made her gather as they were in line of fire.

"A stun grenade." He said bluntly, pressing himself against the wood and glancing over the surface, checking the room a threw it over and let it roll towards the terrorists feet as.

Riley and Jack had exchanged a stunned look before immediately covering themselves. The explosion rang a little in their ears but they're safe for the most part and ran out of their hiding and tying them up. Their disorientation came to their advantage.

Swiftly, they rushed to the next room. Jack pushed Mac back before he could even reach the door and leaned against the wall next to it. Pulling out his gun, he reached over and pulled the door open, clearing the room. Unfortunately, as empty as the room was, Jack stepped on a trip wire that was secured at the bottom of the door, a siren sounding through the whole building.

"Seriously." Mac and Riley deadpanned.

"What?! How am I supposed to know they would use fishing wire—" Jack protested.

"Oh, yes. The easiest trick in the books fools the ex delta soldier Jack Dalton." An amused voice spoke up next to them.

Shocked, all three turned around, Jack raised his gun, pointing against the figures chest, Riley raised her laptop out of reflex and Mac stepped back. Everyone froze. Well not everyone. (Y/n) simply chuckled as she let her eyes skim over them. "Foxglove, at your service." She mock bowed after pushing Jacks gun away.

Still in shock, Mac was the first one to snap out of it. "W-What are you doing here?! Aren't you suppose to be writing your phd thesis right now?!" Mac whisper shouts at her pushing Jack away as he moved closer to her.

"I have." She says way to calmly. "So, a think tank, huh?" She sends him a look, brow raised and an amused smile painted on her lips. Not waiting for an explaination, she shook her head and turned around, focusing back on the mission on hand.

Mac followed quickly "We will talk about this later." keeping quiet both of them continued further into the room, siren sounds already snuffed out and shouts of orders and footsteps filled the halls. Jack was about to intervene as he boiled with curiosity, wanting to know who that was but before he could asked, Bozer's voice cut in.

Bozer was doing happy dances in the war room "Hell Yeah! She's back!" Maddie stared him down, immediately freezing he stops and whispers an apology.

"Glad to hear you too, Boze." (Y/n) chuckled as they went to hide behind some machines, waiting for a group of armed men to pass.

"Now, Jack." Maddie spoke up. "That's Foxglove, Mac's sister. Question her later. Focus. Now." Jack grumbled but nodded.

________________

In the end, The group decided to split up to cover more ground and find the leader. Mac and Jack went to the upper floors. Meanwhile, (Y/n) went into the basement with Riley, who was hugging her laptop tight to her chest. Their job was to find the pc every purchase of the terrorist group's clientele was made. Arriving, (Y/n) swept through the room as Riley took a seat and plugged her laptop into it.

"Shit." She cursed.

"What's wrong?" (Y/n) glanced towards her before her eyebrows frowned. Speed walking over she pulled the chair Riley was sitting on back, away from the table and stared at the red screen with white numbers. A ticking filled the quiet, dusty room.

Turning to the hardware, (Y/n) pulled out her Swiss knife and slowly pulled the loose piece of metal off. Freeing the space both women stared at the mechanics before them.

"Fuck…" Riley squeezed her eyes shut and stood up.

The mission, who they thought would be a simply capturing turned out to include a bomb in the description. Normally Mac would dismantle it but since they split up to cover more ground… Riley kept pacing for a bit before stopping, turning to (Y/n) she stared biting her lip.

"What wrong, Riley?" Mac asks through their coms.

"A bomb." Riley said breathlessly, Jack starts to curse on the other end of her com. (Y/n) leaned back, taking a good look all around the whole structure, making sure she got everything that was connected to it before looking over her shoulder, making sure Riley was still there and alright.

"Hmm. You have a bobby pin?"

"Huh? Uh… yeah." She pulls one out of her hair and steps aside. She watches as the reader sticks it between two plates and than pull out an army knife and cutting the wire. It was as if she was seeing Mac disarming a bomb.

"O-okay. That is officially a little creepy." It gave her a shudder, a cold shudder that ran down her back, at how easy it seems to disarm such a scary instrument of death.

"What's wrong?" Maddie asks.

"It's as if I'm seeing two macs…"

"What do you mean?"

Jack and Mac came running into the room as Jack asks. "She just disarmed the bomb with a bobby pin."

"Well, I'm obviously the prettier one." (Y/n) said cheekily as she looked around at the bomb to ensure that it was disarmed after throwing a wink towards the hacker.

Mac said nothing and rolled his eyes walking over to his twins side and looked at the wires before looking around the room for anything else.

"What are you talking about, I'm literally older." the taller one of the two seemed quite offended by such idea.

"Doesn't make you prettier. It's like pancakes. The first one always turns out kinda weird but it makes the second one better." The two blonds stared at each other, teasing and mischief hiding in their eyes. Mac scoffs going back to work. (Y/n) sticks out her tongue in response.

______________________

Finishing up the mission, all four of them barely made it out unscathed. They avoided another rain of bullets before they reached the leader and detained him.

Returning to Phoenix gave the group a time to relax until Bozer came running and jumped (Y/n). She simply sighed and let him jump around with her in his arms, overjoyed in seeing her again. Mac and the others chuckled at the scene and let the tension leave their muscles. Maddie joined them and told them that they needed to debrief.

An hour later, they were sitting together on Mac's porch and drinking. Mac handed over the bottles in his hands and sat down next to his sister. "So, your thesis."

"Finished and handed over." She took a sip before giving him a meaningful gaze "Think Tank? Really."

"What? We do think tank stuff."

"Sure…"

"You don't believe me."

"I never do."

Jack, Riley, Bozer and Maddie watched as the two blonds bantered with each other before they stopped and smirked.

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★彡[ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ]彡★

Black butler x fem!mermaid!reader

w/c: 2280 c/w: none, fluff A/N: the dialog comes from the manga of Black Butler so I'm not sure how different it is from the anime since it's been many years since I watched it, so i guess I could say spoiler warning I guess (ᵕ—ᴗ—). Also this was a request from @eprhyra0cloud so enjoy (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

"Are you sure you are fine, Tanaka?" (Y/n) pushed his chair along the hall of the Royal London Hospital.

"Yes, (Y/n). Don't worry about me— Ah… Aah!!!"

"Tanaka!" (Y/n) quickly rounded the wheelchair and kneeled next to him as he fell down on the floor. Following his arm she was shocked when she saw one of the phantomhive kids run up to them.

"Grandpa?! Sister?!"

"Young Master… Young Master!!!"

"Young Master!!"

(Y/n) watched as Tanka and the young master hug each other before taking a glance at the tall black haired man standing in the back. Raising an eye brow at him, questioning who he was, she only received an infuriating mysterious smile which irked her. Ignoring him for now she focused on the boy and returned his hug when he went and clung on her, not wanting to let go.

"I'm glad you are ok…" (Y/n) buried her face in his hair and stood up with him in her arms as the nurses helped Tanaka back into his chair. Sebastian took it as a sign and pushed the wheelchair as they walked to his patient room.

(Y/n) quietly brushed his hair to the side as she looked at him with a soft smile. "I'm glad you are alive." Cupping his cheek, he gave her a watery smile and hid his face in her neck.

_________

"…I see. So you both didn't see the culprit either."

"Yes… I am sorry, I couldn't protect your father." Tanaka apologized as he sat on the patient bed, his wound from the burning house were worse than (Y/n) so it was decided that he would stay at the hospital until he recovered so the hospital could monitor his wounds. Meanwhile, (Y/n) sat on the edge of the bed and listened mostly, her wounds were more minor since she was taking her rounds on the lower floor when the fire happened while Tanaka was further in the mansion. They both barely made it out while searching for anyone of the family to safe.

While Tanaka spoke, (Y/n) gave fleeting looks to the new butler who was standing behind Ciel. She new who he was and why Ciel's eye was bandaged but kept quiet. It's not like she was in a better situation.

"Please take this." Tanaka handed over a pocket watch.

"What is it?"

"It's been passed down from every Phantomhive butler to the next. Mr. Sebastian. I don't know who you are or where you are from, but please…" he kneeled down on the bed. "Please take care of the young master"

"…Yes. As a butler, I will do my best to serve the young master properly." Sebastian showed his polite smile as he carefully enclosed his hand around the watch before pocketing it in his coat.

"Since I can leave the hospital already, I would like to work again for you, young master." (Y/n) bowed a little as she was in her civilian clothes.

"I'll be in you care again, (Y/n)." Ciel smiled as he tighten his hand around hers, which he hadn't let go since they entered the room.

After departing with Tanaka and (Y/n) promising that she will come by, they made a brief stop at Doctor Durless office, Ciel's aunt. After she fretted over him and handing him a ring, the three of them entered the carriage and departed for the Phantomhive Manor.

"It will not be in the best shape." (Y/n) explained.

"But it's still standing?"

"…Yes, as far as I have seen last time, it is. But I don't know the intensity of the burn or how long it would take for it to be rebuild and liveable." She lightly brushed his hair with her fingers to make it less messy.

Meanwhile, Sebastian watched their interaction quietly from the other side. "Not such a disagreeable boy when he's with her I see." he quietly smiles until they arrive at their destination.

Standing in front of the burned manor, Ciel couldn't believe his eyes, he already knew that it would be burned but not like this.

"This is quite bad." Sebastiand stated blankly.

Dazzed he walks away and towards the cementary that was near their place.

"Young Master?"

(Y/n) simply follows him as he leaves, leaving a confused and slightly miffed. (Y/n) stayed with Ciel as he griefed at his families tombstones, kneeling with him and placing a hand on his shoulder as he cried. He sniffed a few more times before turning and hugging (Y/n).

"Young Master." Ciel tensed up and looked over her shoulder to see Sebastian calling out. "The sun is setting. The night wind is not good for your health."

Standing up, he brushed off his pants. "There are pubs and inns offering lodging in this area, we can stay there…"

"Actually… That is not needed."

"?" both Ciel and (Y/n) were a little confused and followed him back.

"No way…"

"…That.." (Y/n) astounded and in disbelief she threw the demon a scrutinzing gaze, narrowing her eyes at him as he focuses his attention on their young master.

"Didn't I promise you? I don't tell lies."

"This…This is.." Sebastian lead Ciel by his hand and towards the front door.

"How could I be the butler of an earl if I couldn't even do this? And as an earl, you are supposed to live in a beautiful mansion." Throwing open the door he turned back to the two. "Starting from today, this is your manor."

Not believing that everything was standing again, he walked back into the halls that once burned with anger and engulfed everything he knew.

"Welcome back. My master."

"You should tone it down." (Y/n) whispered to him as she passed by.

"I don't know what you mean." he simply smiled as they followed Ciel up the stairs. Sighing (Y/n) could already feel the headache that was forming.

"IT'S TOO HOT!!!"

"Sebastian! What—" (Y/n) dropped the towels she was bringing in and ran over to them.

"You can't just pour all the boiling water in at once! Check the temperature!!" Ciel shouted at his new butler as (Y/n) arrived next to Sebastians side and glanced over at Ciel, making sure he didn't get burned.

"I am sorry. I'll be more careful next time." he apolgised before muttering to himself "So this is too hot…" (Y/n) gave him a look of disbelief as she heard it and sighed. But she couldn't intervene and only help as Sebastian needed to learn how to do this, she couldn't really take over or explain it to him.

"He's a demon, of course he wouldn't know these things… Let's hope the young master survives this until he learned everything…" (Y/n) stood at the side and watched with heavy heart.

"That's it. Don't touch me! I'm getting out!!" Ciel moved away from the assault of scrubbing and a look full of fear.

"What are you saying? You're still dirty. I can't risk having you die suddenly because your wounds suppurate." Sebastian frowns lightly as he lectures Ciel.

"Tsk." Ciel Splashes his new butler full of water and send him out shouting. Feeling like she should help, (Y/n) intervenes.

"…How about I take over…"

Swallowing his pride, Sebastian bows and leaves. "…Yes, sir."

"Let's clean those wounds at least, yes? And than you can get out." (Y/n) tried to bargain and Ciel reluctantly nods. Folding up her sleeves she carefully and gently washes his wounds around his body clean and hums a low melody.

Ciel relaxes slowly as he listens, absentmindly he traces the small gliterring scales on (Y/n) arms that appear from the water. He had known that she was a mermaid for a long time even before the manor burned down. She had always taken care of him so he was bound to know of it. (Y/n) didn't mind and let him trace them a while longer before she helped him out of the water and start bundling him up in a big towel.

Meanwhile, Sebastian runs his fingers through his wet hair cursing at his new master "That brat…"

After some time, Sebastian went back in and sees (Y/n) drying Ciel with a big towel. Her movement gentle and careful to not irritate anymore of the wounds than they already are. As he walked closer he saw Ciel pouting as he let her dry him. Seeing him (Y/n) gestures for him to take over so she could bring some clothes for him to change into.

The moment Sebastian took the towel from her hands, Ciel resisted.

"Don't touch me!"

Fully annoyed Sebastian grabs his face. "You're being a little too stubborn. Humans are weak animals that can die easily just by bacteria entering their bodies from even the smalles of wounds. You're a child that cannoth even treat his own injuries properly, don't make me waste my time."

Stunned, Ciel keeps quiet and pouts, letting Sebastians finish drying him. After changing they all walked down to the dining area. Sebastian helped him to his seat before he let his meal appear, literally. With a fly of a cloth, the whole table was filled with different kinds of meals, ingredients being pulled out of thin air.

"!?"

"Please help yourself." He was listing every kinds of dish as he walked down the table with a plate, ready to bring him anything he wanted. (Y/n) stood on the side impressed and doubtful as she tended to the evening tea that would help Ciel to relax before bed.

"…Sebastian."

"Yes?"

"Don't you ever do such thing again."

"Why?"

"Normal butlers can't rebuild a house in one night or cook a dinner in the blink of an eye. If someone sees you they'll get suspicious."

"How troublesome. But I understand." Placing the filled plate down, Ciel grabs towards the fork and takes a bite. Anticiapting what reaction he will have (Y/n) held out a glass of water for him.

"Uh…Bleh!!" quickly grabbing the glass, he downed it in one to get rid of the horrendous taste in his mouth.

"Oh, didn't it please you?"

"It's gresy, spicy… and salty…"

"I see… I guess this menu is a little heavy for you, since you've been in that palce all this time. I'll make some Risotto right a—…"

"Enough, I'm going to sleep."

As Ciel leaves the room, (Y/n) moves to clear the table. "I don't think that is the reason…" She shoots him a look, picking up one of the meat and tasting it before grabbing a glass herself. "It's not made correctly… and simply tastes bad if you want to hear it bluntly." She briefly closes her eyes to ban the taste from her mind, sighing in disapointement and despair at what she has to work with.

"And what would you know, fish." Sebastian's eyes glow faintly as he looks at her.

"More than you do, bird." She smirks as she kept her back turned to him and continued to clear the table. "Go warm up some milk and take honey with you for the young master." She ordered, not carring for his expression or attitude.

It was already late when she finished up in the kitchen and sampled the dishes to see which could still be saved for the next day before she retired for the night.

Later that night, she was flipping through the notebook Tanaka had given her, wearing her night gown. Looking at the glock she decided to walk up to the young master and see if he was sleeping. She picked up the candle that was sitting on her night stand and wrapped a shawl around her before walking up the steps to the upper floor. Getting closer to Ciel's hall she glanced lightly at Sebastian as she passed but ultimately ignored him.

Knocking lightly she excused herself and opened the door when she heard nothing. Walking closer to the bed she saw that he was tossing and turning. Sitting down next to him, she ran her hand through his hair and whispered his name to wake him up.

Waking up with a gasp he moved away as his eyes darted around in the room before they landed on her. Calming down a little he frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was seeing if you were alright. It is the first night back here after all."

(Y/n) already knew about the seal as she had seen it in the bathroom. Well, Ciel himself didn't care covering it in front of her either.

"You saw. You can go now."

"Are you sure?"

(Y/n) patiently waited as she watched him try to make his decision until he gave up and slipped back down under the covers. "Fine, stay. But don't touch me."

"Of course. Do you want me to sing?" (Y/n) would never sing without his permission or when she deamed it necessary so she would always ask before she sung for him, that's what she had promised Rachel after all.

"…Yes… please."

Smiling softly at him, (Y/n) started with a hum before swtiching to a soft and melodic song. Ciel watched her for some time before his eyes slowly closed as he felt warmth spread around him and his muslce relax. Burying himself deeper into the blanket he listened attentivley to her singing before a softer and kinder dream captured him.

She stayed a little longer and lured him to sleep for a while until she was sure he was in dreamland before quietly walking out of the room.